0 comments/ 17745 views/ 0 favorites The Newlywed Game By: Jhava (No copyright infringement intended. Various other parties own the characters involved. This is written for personal pleasure only. No commercial value at all.) * * * * * "Introducing the Federation's couple of the 23rd century, everyone -- let's give a warm welcome to Starfleet's golden boy and his shadow, Captain Kirk and Commander Spock." Polite applause. "And from the 20th century, let's have everybody give a round of applause to the FBI's most famous redhead and her moody sidekick, Dana Scully and Fox Mulder." Enthusiastic hand clapping. "And finally, from a long time ago in a galaxy far, far away, let's show our appreciation to the Dark Lord and the love of his life, Anakin Skywalker and Queen Amadala." Whoops, and whistles and foot stomping. "Um, Spock. Where are we?" Kirk turned to look at his first officer, seated next to him. Moments ago, both had been standing on the bridge of the Enterprise. Now they were squeezed together in a tiny plywood booth, facing a mixed crowd of polyester clad humanoids and aliens. "Unknown, Captain. Although from the attire of the audience, the fact that we appear to be on a sound stage, and the background music which was playing as we are being introduced, I would deduce that we are participants in the 20th century game show called 'The Newlywed Game'." "Spock. What did you put in that tea last night?" Spock raised an eyebrow. "Never mind. So, Mr. Spock, how do you suggest that we get out of here?" Their conversation was curtailed by the arrival of a male entity sporting beige and green plaid, a yellow tie, and a hairpiece which bore an uncanny resemblance to a tribble. The host. Obviously. "Well hello there darlins'. Welcome to the 'Newlydead Game' ". A blonde waif of a woman, decked out in three different headsets, began jumping in the background. "Make that the 'Newlywed Game'. And how are you two doin' on this most marvelous of days? All prepared to win yourselves a trip back to your own time?" He leaned in, leering at Kirk, the stench of cheap scotch oozing from his pores. "Or would you rather stay behind and keep me company?" "He. Is. Mine." Spock's icy voice drew the man's lecherous eyes towards the Vulcan. But one look into the Vulcan's eyes and he turned right around and headed off towards Anakin and Amadala where he draped an arm around Amadala's shoulders and lodged himself between the young Jedi and his teen age love. Kirk looked at Spock, amused. "Why, Spock. I didn't know you were the jealous type." "I am not. However, I concluded that my comments would make a very effective excerpt for the holovid version. Our objective is to win and return home. Is it not?" Kirk grinned. Leave it to Spock. "So. How do you propose we go about winning our way home?" "Quite simple, Captain. By learning the rules, complying with the rules, and if necessary, bending the rules." "Spock!" Kirk whipped his head around. Oww. He knew he should have gone to the chiropractor back on Starbase 6. "Bending the rules? That's the equivalent of cheating." "On the contrary, Captain. I am not suggesting that we cheat. I am merely suggesting that we use those skills and abilities which are inherent to us." Spock calmly reached for Kirk's hand. // We shall communicate the answers through our telepathic touch bond. // Kirk looked at him. Nothing. "Spock," he whispered. "Shouldn't we test the bond?" Spock returned the whisper. "I did. I told you 'We shall communicate the answers through our touch bond.'" "Um. No. You didn't." "I did." "You didn't." "Are you arguing with me?" "We're not arguing. We're having a discussion." "We are not." "We are too." "Gentlemen, gentlemen." The host strolled back over, shaking his index finger at both of them. "Naughty. Naughty. No arguing before the game starts. But I forgive you-- both of you. And by the way, don't think about using your bond to try and cheat. There's a dampening field in the studio." He winked at Kirk, before turning to Spock, his eyes roaming lasciviously over the Vulcan. "And here I thought James Kirk was the cute one. There's something very appealing about you. Hmm ... must be the ears." The host shook his head, straightened up and moved a few steps away. "In any event, the rules are simple and straightforward. For your benefit, and for the benefit of the audience--all 3 trillion of them scattered throughout the alpha, delta and gamma quadrants--here's how the game works. I send one partner from each of you lovebirds into the mirror room. I ask the remaining partner three questions. I bring the other partner back. And then--we see if you can guess what your partner said. The lovebirds with the highest score win. They go back home. For the rest of you --you play again. Until you win. Ain't it romantic?" "Excuse me. Mr...?" Scully appeared in front of them, Mulder in tow. He shrugged at the three men, mouthing a 'sorry to interrupt' over Scully's shoulder. "Dawson. Richard Dawson. Just call me Rich". He sidled over to Scully and dropped a smooch on her cheek. "And how can I help you, lovely lady?" "I believe you've made a mistake. Mulder and I are not newlyweds. We're not even dating. In fact, according to the slash writers out there, he's madly in love with Kyrchek or Skinner. Quite obviously, a mistake has been made. However, no hard feelings if you send us right back. Or at least send me back. And by the way, weren't you the host of 'Family Feud'?" She waited. Kirk's eye admired her slim figure. Not bad for an FBI agent. Too bad she was in love with that Mulder character. "Oww." He swiveled his head towards Spock at the sharp pinch on his arm. "What's that for?" "I would suggest that you refrain from mentally undressing Ms. Scully." Kirk pouted. "I may be married, but I'm not dead." "Do you wish me to remind you of the wrath of a cuckolded Vulcan?" Kirk swallowed. "No need, Spock. Consider it a momentary lapse in good judgment." He sighed quietly in relief as Spock's pursed lips relaxed. He watched as Rich wrapped an arm around Scully's waist and gestured to Mulder to join them. With each under his arm, he brought them into a group hug. "You lovebirds. You really shouldn't believe slash writers all the time. Rest assured that in a slew of fan fiction and in the eighth season of the show, you two become sweethearts. So relax. Enjoy. This game doesn't require you to be married yet. Just sometime in the future—in some slash writer’s future." Rich leaned in closer. "In fact, I'll let you in on a little secret. Sometimes it's more fun to have some couples play before they become lovebirds. Why do you think we've got the Queen and Darth over there? Now, on with the show." As he hugged them close, Kirk overheard a hissed threat directed to Scully. "And don't you ever mention 'Family Feud' again. Otherwise I'll make sure you lose." Kirk watched as Rich shooed everybody to their seats. He looked over and saw Queen Amadala staring at a bubble-gum-chewing Anakin, her meticulously groomed eyebrows curving upwards almost as attractively as Spock's. He turned to Spock. "If this keeps up, I think we're a shoo-in to win." "Not necessarily, Captain. As you will recall, your short-term memory for personal matters is rather lacking. The last time you went on shoreleave, you returned with polka dot cotton boxers and not the scarlet silk thong I requested." Kirk blushed. "But I was distracted, Spock. You didn't warn me that the shop had Deltans serving as personal models." Spock cast an icy look at him. "Your self-control is obviously in need of additional training. When we return to the Enterprise I shall be scheduling shoreleave on Roquelarian." Kirk paled, recalling their last sojourn on Roquelarian. "Is that necessary, Spock?" "Absolutely." Kirk was spared any further time to consider the consequences of his lack of attention when the music swelled and the lights took on a reddish glare. "Ladies and gentlemen. Boys and girls—actually, we hope not, unless you’re over the age of eighteen. Let's give a warm round of applause to all three of our couples this afternoon." As the applause swelled, Kirk felt the transporter dissolving the world around him. He rematerialized to find himself lounging on a red velvet chaise in a mirrored room. Anakin and Mulder were similarly ensconced across from him. He looked around. Twiddled his fingers. Scratched his head. He never was good at just sitting around. "So, gentlemen. How's your love lives?" Mulder put down the smut magazine he had been reading. "Frankly--could be better. Scully's a cold fish. Skinner's just creepy these days. And since Krychek lost that arm, well, things just haven't been the same. But thanks for asking." He picked up the magazine again. Kirk turned to Anakin. "And for you?" "Look, mister. I was just freed from slavery. I've discovered that I'm going to be a Jedi Knight. I've got a huge crush on the Queen. And I've just been told my son's gonna kill me some day. Don't you think that's enough for a kid?" Anakin looked up at him with that look that children do so well; that look of condescension directed towards an adult who's asking a stupid question. "Thanks. I think that just about covers it." Kirk returned his attention to the mirrored glass above him and admired his recently acquired tan. It did make him look rather golden. Moments later, he felt the beam rematerializing him next to Spock. Spock looked at him, his eyes openly affectionate. Uh oh. Spock didn't believe in PDAs. What was up? Kirk shrugged. Live for the moment. He smiled back at Spock, reaching out with two extended fingers to caress Spock's hand. He heard the audience ooohing and aaahing, and hoping it was intended for them, he batted his lashes at Spock, turning his better side to the cameras. More aaaahs. Excellent. The host ruined the moment. "It seems as though we have an audience favourite. But not to worry, Dana and Fox, Your Highness and Anakin, the game has but begun. Points matter. Audience reaction doesn't. And so off we go to the first question: if you were a fruit, what kind of fruit would you be?" Kirk turned to Spock, desperation in his eyes. Help, he mouthed. Spock looked at him impassively. "Captain Kirk. If you were a fruit, what kind of a fruit would you be?" Kirk hemmed and hawed. Finally he spoke up. "A mango." "A mango? And why would that be?" "Because mangos are juicy to the last bite." Kirk was rewarded with a rich laugh and a spontaneous burst of applause from the audience. He looked to Spock and was rewarded with the further sight of the slightest of smiles touching the corners of his mouth. One point for the good guys. "Congratulations, gentlemen. An auspicious beginning indeed." With undisguised glee, Kirk listened to the other two couples miss their questions. On to round two. "Fox Mulder. Who's more romantic--you or Scully?" Kirk watched Mulder eye Scully. "Scully." The crowd erupted in applause. Scully offered her cheek to Mulder. He hesitated for a moment, then leaned over and deposited a chaste kiss on the cheek. "Captain Kirk. Who's more romantic--you or Commander Spock?" "Easy. Me." Dead silence greeted his answer. He dared to look at Spock out of the corner of his eye. Ouch. "Spock," he muttered quietly, hoping the holovid wouldn't catch it, "You didn't even know the definition of 'romance' until we met." He hoped his words would soften Spock's stony look and unfreeze his own testicles. "Captain. Your idea of romance is an inexpensive bottle of wine and the nearest starbase with rooms for rent by the hour. I believe the appropriate description is 'cheap.'" Kirk felt the blush creeping across his cheeks as he heard the audience booing. Those blasted microphones were more sensitive than he realized. "Tut, tut, tut. The road to true love has never been smooth. No squabbling now." Was it just his imagination? Or was Rich's voice becoming increasingly nasal? As he glared at Spock, he heard Anakin answer incorrectly, and winced in empathy as Amadala gave him a tongue lashing. "And so, onto the third and final question. For double bonus points, whoever answers this correctly wins the game. Anakin, which of your friends does Amadala find most arousing?" Kirk began squirming in his seat. He didn't like this question. Not at all. Anakin, on the other hand, just looked perplexed. Shrugging his shoulders, he said, "Jar Jar?" "Squick!" Amadala stood up and raised an imperial nose in the air. "I've had enough. " She marched off the stage, disappearing into a maze of electrical cords and lights. Wait a minute. Kirk squinted. Wasn't that Obi-Wan in the shadows? "Tough luck, kid. Maybe you'll have better luck in the next game." Rich walked over to Scully and Mulder. "And what about you, Fox, which of your friends does Scully find most arousing?" Mulder's eyebrows lifted. He looked towards Scully. Then he looked back towards Rich. "The Lone Gunmen?" Kirk flinched in sympathy as Scully's eyes raked across Mulder's face. "For god's sake, Mulder. The Lone Gunmen? Do you really think I'm that desperate?" Sheepishly, Mulder shrugged his shoulders. "Well, you were always nice to them. And they do have a certain conspiracy guy-like charm. Besides? Who were you thinking about? Smoking man?" The whistles in the audience appeared to confirm Mulder's last guess. As Rich walked away, the two FBI agents continued glaring at one another with a mix of disgust and disbelief. Kirk felt his heartbeat speeding up as Rich approached him. "And Captain Kirk, which of your friends does Spock find most arousing?" Kirk shifted in his seat, drumming his fingers against the plywood seat. Damn, did he have to answer this? Well, there was only one way to win this game. Time to play a hunch. "Well, Rich, I do believe that the answer to that question is--Dr. McCoy." Lights began flashing and the music swelled. Kirk felt Spock leaning over and suddenly he was being kissed with a passion which left Kirk breathless. When Spock finally released his lips, Kirk sat back, eyes glazed. "Spock...?" Through a din of music and applause Kirk felt himself being caught in the transporter beam again and heard a disembodied voice congratulating the team from the 23rd century. Finding themselves back on the bridge of the Enterprise, Kirk and Spock quickly clambered back on their feet. Waving off the concerned looks and words of his crew, Kirk straightened his tunic and ran his hand through his hair, before turning to Spock, a dangerous smile curving his lips. "Tonight, mister. I want some explanations about the last answer." Spock raised an eyebrow. "Shall we invite Dr. McCoy?" --finis-- The Newlywed Game Hello, my name is Marina Carter. Something happened recently that I know you'll find shocking. After remaining faithful to my husband for twenty years I gave in to my baser emotions and ended up having a sordid affair. As exciting as it can feel being caught up in the passion of a torrid love affair, my sensibilities are still unsure at this point. Sometimes my conscious makes me feel guilty about corrupting David in such a licentious manner. For although I may have started out with unintended goals by the end I found myself actively trying to seduce my young lover, who just also happens to be my own son. But I'm getting ahead of myself; I'd rather explain what happened from the beginning. I suppose part of what's happening can be clearly blamed on my marriage. My husband Roy can be a real jerk. He always finds excuses to get out of doing anything, and has all but abdicated any responsibility as a husband or father. Roy works in a factory; I guess I'll give him credit for holding down a job, but he's never brought much home with him beyond his paycheck. My husband spends most of his free time out with his friends. They often go bowling, a lot of times they go out drinking, sometimes I have no idea what they're up to. Is Roy having an affair? I doubt it. He's not the type women exactly drool over. Roy and his beer belly friends are probably at a baseball game or something else I'm not interested in those other times he's away from home. I, on the other hand, have had to down plenty of advances from men other than my husband. Even though I'm nearly forty I still turn a lot of heads when I walk down the street with my hourglass figure, which has remained relatively firm after all these years. My full breasts get noticed a lot from men; its funny watching them pretend not to focus on them when they're talking to me. At times the stares annoy me, but considering how lousy my love life is with my husband I usually appreciate the fact that the opposite sex still finds me attractive. Many people tell me I'm a beautiful woman actually, and I've never felt particularly insecure with my looks. I have long, thick, raven hair, and being half Greek have smooth olive skin, dark eyes, and exotic features. My appearance probably helps me with my job too. I work in a large department store selling perfume. As you might expect a lot of women come in there looking for a fragrance that makes them feel sexy, and they're much more willing to trust a saleswoman that fits the part. Men often come to my counter for advice on what they should buy their wives or girlfriends. Sometimes a customer would tell me all about his or her relationship, and I admit I'd get a bit jealous. Every day I'd meet someone whose deeply in love and it would remind me how rotten my marriage is. Some people would even tell me intimate details about their love life. They usually added something like: "Of course someone like you must have plenty of stories to tell." I'd smile back and tell them how I was married to a handsome, passionate man who treated me like a queen, all the while fighting back the urge to scream what a clown he really is. I've worked at this job for seven years, and over that time I've had all sorts of men ask me out. And at times I've been tempted to accept, god how I've been tempted. Despite my bad marriage I've never been the type to cheat, so I've treated the flirting I do with men as nothing more than a harmless game. I must confess, however, that sometimes it really turns me on, especially when the man I'm talking to is good-looking. I've been approached by some very seductive men, and have had some very racy, spine tingling conversations with them. One thing that especially gets my heart racing is flirting with a younger man. All my life my dates have been older boys, then older men, and my husband is several years older than me too; maybe its something I've been more comfortable with in the past. I'd never even regarded younger men as possible lovers. When men young enough to be my children started hitting on me I felt it was kind of odd at first, but it soon became exciting too, and eventually became a real turn on of mine. As I said earlier, other men have often pursued me, but I've never given in to those temptations. However things started changing a couple of years ago. I think my sex drive must have reached its peak, because I felt like I was constantly in heat or something. It became increasingly difficult for me to turn men down, although I always managed to succeed. My thoughts were getting more and more sexual though. Unlike the past, after rejecting a sexy man's advances I'd now imagine what he was like in bed, particularly if he was a young, virile stud. Some of the fantasies I'd have about other men were so dirty they were downright sluttish. I didn't know what had come over me; I felt like I was losing control. The pressure building in me was so great I felt like I was going to burst. I turned into a sexual inferno, practically attacking my husband with my lust, but he lacked interest, spurning me most of the time. And even when we did have sex, it wasn't very good. If you're wondering how I ended up with such a louse that's a story unto itself; I'll just say that things weren't always so bad between us. I admit Roy was never much of a lover, but sex had never been a priority with me earlier in our marriage. Now I felt like it was, and I felt hornier and more unsatisfied than ever. I tried to deny it, but deep down I think I knew it was only a matter of time before I gave in to my needs. I just never thought it'd be my son. One day I managed to convince Roy that we needed to get away for awhile, just the two of us. It was probably silly of me to think I could fix the problems between us so easily, but part of me was desperate to try. It took a lot of goading on my part, but he finally relented, and we agreed upon taking a two-week vacation to Mexico. Roy made the plans and I was actually in a good mood for a while, thinking the location might put him in a romantic mood. A month before we were set to go, however, Roy had an accident at work. It was nothing serious, but it meant he would be unable to work for a few months. Traveling, of course, was out of the question. "Oh well," I told him, "we can just re-schedule." Roy had a look of anxiety on his face, and as much as I'd love to believe it was due to not wanting to disappoint me, I knew there was something more. "What is it, Roy?" I asked. "Well Marina," he began slowly, "everything on the trip's non-refundable. I can't cancel it now." "I should have known better than to trust you making the arrangements, you cheap bastard," I fumed back. We argued for some time over what we should do next. Finally, my husband suggested I go without him. "That sort of defeats the purpose, doesn't it," I replied, "I wanted this to be a romantic getaway for us." He told me I needed a vacation, that I seemed more on edge lately (that was definitely true), and that we could take another vacation later. Roy indicated that I should go with one of my friends instead. I thought about it, and a sense of uneasiness began growing inside of me. I thought about how easy it would be to have an affair on a trip, so many miles away from home. If I went with a friend it wouldn't be that difficult to ditch her. I might not even have to, as none of my friends like Roy and some of them have even encouraged me to get something on the side. I looked at my husband and the dull look on his face and it made me bite my lip in frustration; he really had no idea how hard it had been just staying faithful to him as of late. My god, only a week before a cute guy had asked me out when I was working out at the gym. Exercising always makes me feel a little turned on to begin with and that, combined with the stud's rugged good looks, made for an intoxicating solicitation. It took all of my willpower not to go back to his place with him and screw his brains out. I knew I couldn't trust myself for two weeks in Mexico all alone. It was then that I came up with an idea. Our son David was coming home from college soon and I suggested that I go with him, knowing I wouldn't have courage to cheat on Roy with our son nearby. My husband wholeheartedly agreed and, after calling David to confirm our plans, everything was set. The trip down to Mexico was pleasant, better than I'd expected. I hadn't seen David for several months; it was nice catching up with him on how things were going. We hadn't spent a lot of time together the last few years, and I had been worried David wouldn't have a good time going on vacation with me rather than with one of his friends. But if he wasn't enjoying himself, I saw no sign of it. Our flight landed that evening, and David got us a taxi to drive us to our hotel. I was surprised at how grand the hotel was, including its great location so near to the beach, as my husband can be pretty tight with money. I was feeling tired by this point so I let David do the talking when we arrived at the check-in counter. That when the trouble started. The person minding the counter, an older Spanish woman, asked us for our names, and David replied 'David and Marina Carter.' Her brow furrowed and she replied in her matronly voice, "Our reservation is for Roy and Marina Carter, honeymoon suite." My eyes grew wide and I shook my head, muttering my disbelief. "Yes, signora," the woman replied. "It was part of the special newlywed package that got you the discounted rate on the room. But I can see this must be your son. I'm sorry, but we're going to have to charge you the full price." What happened next threw me for a loop. "No, no you're mistaken," David said assertively. "David is my middle name, and what I prefer to be called. I forgot I put the reservation in my proper name, Roy, that's all. I'm Roy Carter, and this is my wife, Marina." I've always been pleased at the way David has grown up, and very pleased at how little he has of his father in him. Unfortunately the one characteristic he did inherit from Roy is that he can be a bit of a cheapskate. I pulled my son aside and told him to put an end to this nonsense, but he wouldn't. David reasoned that Roy would never been able to afford a reservation in a hotel like this unless he had gotten a heck of a deal, so it was not worth finding out what the regular price was. I had to agree with him on that, and I also knew we'd be lucky to find any place else worth staying in on such short notice. "What are we supposed to do David, that woman already suspects you're my son," I whispered. "Don't worry about it Mom, it'll be OK," he replied. David turned and went back to the counter. "We'd like to be taken to our room now," David told the older woman. "THIS, is your wife," she said, her voice full of skepticism. David looked at her with a flash of anger in his eyes. "Mrs. Carter is very tired from our trip, and we'd like to be shown our room NOW," he growled back. She was clearly taken aback by his combative tone. "I'm sorry senor Carter, right away," and with that she quickly summoned a man to help us with our bags. Fear aside though, I could tell she still distrusted us. When we got into the room I must say I was astonished by the posh accommodations. The suite was immense, better than anything I could have dreamed of from my husband, and I started thinking this might have been a really nice holiday for us to have taken. David tipped the bellhop and closed the door so that we were alone. Just when I started thinking this might all turn out OK another obstacle presented itself. I must have been too tired to grasp this concept earlier, but the woman downstairs had said this was the honeymoon suite. I only realized the problem until I stood before it, that being the king size bed we were expected to use. "No problem," David said, "there's a living room here with a small sofa and TV, I can sleep there." I felt awful at this, knowing David's large frame would feel cramped sleeping where he suggested. I offered to take the couch instead of him, but he refused. Too tired to argue the issue, I turned in for the night. The next morning David and I got up and ordered our breakfast using room service. A very pretty young woman, Francesca, brought us our meal. I saw a look of shock come over her face, then realized she had seen the couch my son had slept on. The pillow and blankets he had used were still there; we had forgotten to remove them. My heart began to pound viciously as I panicked, thinking she was going to have us thrown out. Quickly, I pulled her aside to try and fix the situation. "Francesca, I wonder if I can ask you to do me a favor?" I said, my fear giving me the resolve to speak convincingly. She nodded her ascent, but asked that I speak louder, as she had somewhat poor hearing. I raised my voice, now David hear me clearly as well. "You see, my husband and I had a little fight last night, as you can probably tell, and..." I paused, frantically trying to think of what I could tell her to keep our deception going. Once again I felt panic-stricken, and now spoke so quickly each word practically ran into the next. "Well, dear, this might sound silly but my husband likes to have breakfast waiting for him in the morning while I like to shower first. We got into a fight over it and he ended up sleeping on the couch. I know we shouldn't argue on our honeymoon, but he can be a bit of a baby sometimes. Anyway, could you have his breakfast waiting for him in this room at nine o'clock sharp every morning? You have a key, just put his tray down here and leave; it will make him very happy. We're both early risers, so don't worry about disturbing us." I wasn't sure Francesca believed me or had even understood me for that matter. But when I get nervous I tend to babble, and boy was I babbling here. David actually does get cranky if he doesn't have breakfast, that's where I got that idea, but I knew it was a pathetic story to tell. Nevertheless, I hoped for the best, and breathed a sigh of relief when Francesca finally left the room. I glanced at David and saw he had an amused look on his face. "From now on Mom, leave the BS to me," he said with a twisted grin. David and I spent the day at the beach, and I felt so relaxed I was able to put the episode with Francesca to rest. We had a great time swimming in the ocean, and I was happy to be spending some quality time with my son. Afterwards we decided to find a spot and lay in the sun for awhile, and I curled up with a book while David listened to his Walkman. I must say I saw several good-looking men on the beach, and caught more than a few of them checking me out in my swimsuit. I've always found sunbathing to be a sensual experience, and to make matters worse I was reading a romance novel, which always gets me hot. I couldn't resist peeking over the top of my book at those young hunks, and I could feel that tingling sensation return to my loins. Luckily having David at my side kept the men away, and once again I was relieved to have him as sort of a chaperone. I certainly wasn't up to giving any sexy guy the cold shoulder today, and was glad to not have my defenses tested. Something happened later that afternoon that caught me by surprise. I noticed several women stealing glances in our direction. "My goodness," I said to myself when realized what they were doing, "they're looking at my son." Of course things like that had happened before. David was a handsome youth and had had several girlfriends growing up. But as I mentioned earlier, David and I hadn't spent much time together in the last few years. I suppose I had forgotten of him as someone that might want to take this trip to meet a girl. All his time was focussed on his studies the last couple of years, and he hadn't had a girlfriend since entering college. "David, if you'd like to talk to a girl while we're here I'm sure I can find something to do on my own," I said. "That's OK, Mom," he smiled. "We haven't been together for a long time, it's kind of nice. Besides, I can't go chasing girls, we're on our honeymoon, remember?" he laughed. "I don't think the hotel staff is spying on us, son. And even if they are, I wouldn't want to spoil your fun," I said. David told me not to worry, and assured me he was having a good time. He also said that we actually did need to be more careful in the hotel, as he had seen Roberta, the lady from the check-in counter, keeping an eye on us. I was shocked by this last comment, but told him I would try. When we got back to the hotel David suddenly wrapped his arm around my waist as we walked through the lobby. Startled as I was, I maintained my composure. Even after we walked past the front desk I could still sense Roberta's eyes following us. Remembering what David had said about trying to be convincing I rested my head on his shoulder and as we walked back to our room. The rest of the day went off without a hitch, and again I managed to keep my mind focussed on David and away from my fears of getting caught by Roberta. When we got back to the hotel, it was already late, and after a light supper I decided to call it a night. I saw David heading for the couch again. "David, you can't spend another night on that couch, I can tell your back is still sore from the last time," I said. "Then I'll sleep on the floor," he answered. "David, I'm not going to let you sleep on the floor. The bed is huge, there's no reason why you can't sleep here," I stated. "Are you sure, Mom. I wouldn't want to take away from your privacy," David remarked. "Of course it's all right. We are family, after all. I can remember when you had nightmares as a child and used to sleep with us. Besides, you can only reach the bathroom from the bedroom. Its ridiculous for you to sleep on the couch," I replied. "OK," David said, yielding, "I guess we can't afford to get caught by that maid in the morning either, with that weird breakfast thing you told her." I decided to go to bed, but David said he wanted to stay up a bit longer and watch TV, so we said goodnight and parted ways. Sometime in the middle of the night I woke up, and got out of bed, heading off towards the bathroom. Though the door to the living room was closed, a dim light was shining under the crack of the door. I was feeling pretty groggy, and my first assumption was that David had left the light on. I opened the door, and was about to walk in when I realized David was still watching TV. Luckily, he didn't notice me, because what I saw froze me in my tracks. On the television screen there was a lively woman doing a striptease to some cheesy music. That didn't shock me, rather it was David that got my attention. Though his back was turned to me as he sat on the couch, there was no doubt in my mind that he was masturbating to the woman's dance. I'd never seen a man jack off before, and I guess the depraved part of me that had been growing stronger lately made me too interested to stop watching. Actually, from the angle I was at and the dimness of the room I couldn't see anything but David's arm moving wildly back and forth, but I could clearly hear him. I could hear the sound of his short, quick breaths, and the groans of pleasure escape from his deep voice. He was unmistakably aroused. The woman, who had been dancing still clothed, began unbuttoning her blouse, and I heard David egg her on: "C'mon baby, show me those big, juicy tits of yours. I'd like to fuck those knockers and come all over them." Though I knew it was wrong, I could feel myself getting turned on listening to him talking this way. David continued with his lewd comments towards the woman until I heard him groan, "Oh yeah, baby, I'm gonna come, I'm going to spray you with my big cock." Then I heard him orgasm, all the while moaning his praise to the woman on the TV. I felt a shiver go down my spine followed by goosebumps spreading over my arms and legs. It's a feeling I know well; it's the way I get when I'm horny. The Newlywed Game I closed the door softly and quickly used the bathroom, managing to get back into bed without David being none the wiser. I tried to fall asleep, but of course that wasn't easy. My mind was still filled with what had just happened. I wanted to convince myself that it hadn't turned me on, but that was impossible. Try as I might, I couldn't get David's words out of my head. I had never heard my son use words like 'fuck' and 'cock,' and I was shocked to find that rather than being offended by it I had gotten excited. Worse yet, my curiosity took things farther still, and while I tried to restrain my thoughts part of me began wondering if what David had said about having a big cock was true. "My god, Marina," I sighed to myself, "you can't think about things like that. He's your son, for god's sake. But the battle between my morality and my sexuality was ending, and I knew which side had won. If there was any question of that it was decisively answered when David came into the room. I lay in the darkness, pretending to be asleep, but secretly I watched him undress. I knew he had an athletic build; only this morning we'd gone to the beach together, but of course, I was feeling something entirely different now. I hadn't spent a lot of time with my son the last few years and hadn't become aware of the changes in him until now. David clearly wasn't a boy any more; I'd been too caught up in my own life lately to realize he was now a man, and a very sexual one at that, with the same desires of any other man. And I was a woman, a sexually deprived woman with the needs of any other woman. Maybe I was dirty, only a depraved woman could be so wanton as to look at her own son this way, but my judgement had become so compromised by my lust that it didn't even care. I felt the covers rustle as David got into bed. As much as my state of arousal wanted me to show him how I felt, my fear of his rejection made me shrink away from taking any action. I wasn't sure if he wanted me too, but I was resolved to find out. When I woke up the next morning David was still lying next to me, sound asleep. My excited state from the previous evening had calmed substantially, enough that I again questioned whether or not this was something I wanted to do. But it wasn't long before my unsatisfied libido began to take control of me once again. I looked around the room, taking in my surroundings. This was the first time in twenty years I'd woken up in bed with a man other than my husband. That alone was enough to turn me on. The sensation fueled my imagination, and I started pretending that we were waking up after a night of passion. I fantasized that rather than leaving David in the living room as I had done I instead 'accidentally stumbled' upon him. In his overpowering state of desire for me David carried me to bed, using me to satisfy his every carnal need. Just thinking about it was making me hot as a firecracker. David moved about in his sleep and the covers came down a bit. Instinctively, I moved my hand to pull them back over him, but halfway up my hand stopped. There was another instinct much stronger in me now, and it supplanted my instincts of the past. Carefully, I pulled the covers down to my son's waist. I gazed at his broad, brawny chest. Slowly, I rested my hand upon him, gently stroking his taut skin with my hand. I loved the feel of his muscles, and the warm flesh of his body as my fingers sensuously moved over it. God, it felt so good. My curiosity made me bolder still, and despite the risks there was something I had to know. Making sure once again that he was sound asleep, I cautiously pulled the covers down further. My eyes rested on the front of David's boxers and, as delicately as I could, my hand stretched forward to move the material aside so I could reach in and expose his penis. It was half-erect, and even so it was gorgeous. I had to see more, so I carefully put my hand around his dick and gingerly ran my fingers up and down. Even though David slept, his manhood soon became wide-awake. The shaft hardened in my grasp, growing thicker and heavier, until I couldn't even get my hand comfortably around it. It got longer too, much longer than any penis I'd seen before. I was astonished; David certainly hadn't inherited this from his father. As much as I wanted to continue I decided to stop for now. I still didn't know if David was interested, and having him wake up to a handjob from his mother probably wasn't the best way to go about finding out. I put everything back as it should be and left to take my morning shower. When I returned David was sitting at the small dining table in the next room, eating his breakfast. "Morning Mom," he said cheerfully. "You mean good morning Marina," I said smiling. "You're the one who insisted upon us being careful. We can't have you slip up and have the hotel staff hear you call me 'Mom,' can we?" "No we can't," David replied, "sorry ... Marina." "That's better," I replied. My plan set in motion I looked at David and smiled, thinking, "Marina, you lecherous woman. How can you try to lure your own son?" But my morals must have completely left me at this point, for I failed to answer the question with a rebuke as I had done before. Instead, I found the thought of cheating on my husband with my son even more sexually charging than if I'd chosen someone else. After breakfast we again got changed for the beach. This time I picked an outfit that was a little sexier than the won I had worn previously. It's wasn't all that revealing, but I thought it was sexy, as it flattered my curvaceous figure. Still, not too many women look good in a bikini, and I must confess to being a little vain that I look good in one at my age. When I came out of the bedroom David was waiting for me. I did a little turn in front of him and asked him how I looked. "Wow, Mom, I mean Marina, you look fantastic," he answered, approvingly. "Not bad for thirty-eight, huh? Well you know what they say, if you've got it..." I said, laughing. "Not at all, those others girls on the beach couldn't hold a candle to you," David commented. He was being sweet, probably just telling his Mom what she wanted to hear, but I liked it anyway. Nevertheless, it gave me some confidence that he may have other feelings beneath what he was willing to let show. We walked down the stairs to the lobby where Roberta was standing behind the counter. I took David's hand, pulled it around me, and then used my hand to hold it firmly against my hip. He seemed a little flustered as the cut of the suit I was wearing left my hips exposed, but quickly became calm. Roberta watched us as we headed for the door. I whispered to David that we should do our best keep up our appearances. I then laughed gregariously as if he had told a joke, pulled him to me and gave him a kiss on the cheek in the fashion a woman would her boyfriend. I released my grip on his hand, and was delighted to see him not move his arm from my hip as we walked out the door and towards the beach. We went to a small bar situated on the beach. When the waitress came she asked us if she could get something for my son and me. "You're mistaken," I said to her, "he's not my son, he's my lover." David blushed slightly but said nothing. "Forgive me," the girl said, apologizing profusely, and ran off to get us our drinks. "I'm surprised they haven't found us out already," I said to David with a concerned look. "We must not be very convincing. They probably just have trouble imagining an old broad like me with a young hunk like you." "Don't be silly Marina," David answered, "you're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. I bet you could have been a model if..." "If I hadn't gotten stuck with your father," I said, completing his sentence. David looked down, ashamed that we'd said it out loud. "It's alright honey, even though I doubt I'll ever leave your father I think you're mature enough to know I don't love him anymore," I told him. Then I added sardonically, "He doesn't have much time for me nowadays. If I put on a bikini for him he'd wouldn't even notice, much less compliment me the way you did." "He must be crazy," David stated bluntly. I reached across the table and held David's hand. "You really think I look beautiful. You're not just humoring me, are you?" "Of course not," he answered. "If I weren't your mother, would you think me attractive enough to date?" I asked. "Mom..." David said blushing again. "Don't be embarrassed, honey," I said with smallest hint of a wicked smile, "if you weren't my son I just might accept." We had a great time the rest of the day, laughing together and enjoying each other's company. By the end of the day he clearly had stopped behaving like he was on vacation with his mother, and although David wasn't acting like my boyfriend it was clear to me that he had relaxed quite a bit. Under the pretense of our necessary deception we held hands as we walked through the streets, and occasionally exchanged hugs and other kinds of physical affection like any couple would. The whole thing got me very hot, and my stiff nipples were jutting hard against the thin material of my bikini top, something I made sure David got to feel as I hugged his bare chest. And I was pleased could tell it was affecting him too, as I felt his bulge pressing against me whenever we embraced. That night we had dinner in the hotel's restaurant, and I loved how David took the lead in playing my husband, as he held me closely and showered me with compliments whenever anyone was within earshot. When we got back to our room we were laughing at some joke or another. We'd probably both had a little too much to drink, which lifted our spirits greatly, but it had been an enjoyable evening as well. When we saw the chambermaid, Francesca, walking towards us down the hall, I pulled David close to me and kissed him hard on the lips. David was a little shocked, but did not pull away, letting me kiss him. When we got inside our room David said he'd wait in the living room so that I could change in the bedroom. I knew the time was ripe for me to take action. I went in, undressed completely, and put on my terry-cloth robe. I then checked my hair and makeup, dabbed a little bit of perfume on, and came back out. David still stood by the door, with a look of distress on his face. "Are you OK, honey," I inquired. "Um yeah, I'm fine. Maybe I'll sleep on the couch tonight, Mom," he stated. "That wasn't our arrangement," I said. "I know, but I'm not sure I should tonight," he answered. "Why?" I asked. "I'm just feeling kind of strange about it," he replied. I said, "David, I'm your mother, if something's wrong you should tell me." "I can't," he said. I walked up to him. "Are you feeling strange because of this?" I put my arms around his neck and pressed my lips deeply into his. When I broke the kiss he said with a haggard tone, "Mom, I don't know what to do, this is so confusing." We had spent enough time with each other that I feel confident saying I wasn't taking advantage of him. David wanted it as much as I did; I just needed to take the lead. I began kissing him passionately. At first he was still too stunned to react, but after a few minutes I could feel his lips pressing back into mine as well as a growing erection starting to press hard against my pussy. We held each other tightly, our kissing become more and more fiery. Finally I pulled away from David and he helped as I quickly pulled his and shirt and pants off. Now clad in only his boxers, he still seemed a little uncertain of what to do next, but the look in his eyes told me that he wanted to proceed. I kissed him on the mouth once more, then kissed a trail past his broad shoulders, down his muscular chest, and over his strong, flat stomach, until I was resting on my knees in front of his boxers, which were now tenting forward impressively. Just then David surprised me by softly groaning, "Take the robe off." I smiled back naughtily and stood to pull it off, giving him a good look at my voluptuous body before kneeling once again. I hooked my fingers in his boxers and pulled them down to his ankles, and smiled again as his erect member bounced in front of my face. Taking it in both hands, I caressed its length and admired its beauty. It twitched excitedly in my hands, and a drop of semen oozed from the slit in the large, mushroom-shaped head. With the tip of my tongue I licked the drop away, giving him a wicked smile as I teased the small opening. David groaned loudly and ran his fingers through my hair. His inhibitions now gone completely from him he commanded me to suck his cock. I sucked him deeply into my mouth and began bobbing my head on his gorgeous tool, my jaw getting sore from his size, but my excitement driving me on to try and take more and more of him. When David began to come he held my head tightly against his crotch and moaned, his hot seed spraying my mouth and coating my throat with his sperm. David was far from spent, however, and before I had even finished sucking the remaining drops of come from his tool, it had again reached its full length. He swept me in his arms and carried me to the huge bed. By now my pussy was dripping wet. "Fuck me now," I pleaded. Without a word my handsome son threw me on my back, lifted my legs over his powerful shoulders, and plunged his cock into me. I screamed as our bodies became one, and David was rampant as he rode me, fucking me with a combination of power and stamina that only a young stud can maintain. I came again and again, repeatedly coating his pistoning cock with my hot juices, but amazingly David continued on, eagerly pumping me his wonderful shaft. I then begged him to fuck me from behind (my favorite position). I was overwhelmed by pleasure as he pushed in to me; his cock went in so deep it felt incredible. David fucked me with long deep strokes, once again setting every one of my nerve endings on fire. I was almost there, and urgently implored him by turning my neck around to face him. As our eyes met I moaned, "C'mon lover, fuck me hard! Fuck me like you mean it!" David grabbed my hips solidly and plunged into me fiercely, ramming me with such vigor I half expected his huge cock to force its way out my shrieking mouth. His smacked into me hard from behind, his big balls slapping against me. It was fantastic, I thought I was going to pass out from the sheer pleasure of it all, but nevertheless I spurred him on: "Yes baby, right there, that's the spot. Give it to me; give me that big cock. I love it!" I then screamed loudly as I came, the force of my orgasm so great my body shuddered as if bolts of electricity were shooting through it. The emotion seemed to travel from my body into David's, and he too came forcefully, filling me with his semen. We continued our lovemaking well into the night. David was an excellent lover, and it was easily the best sex I've ever had. I woke up early the next morning to find the David lying between my thighs licking my sweet pussy. His tongue, hot and soft, seemed to be everywhere at once, and it wasn't long before I had another mind-blowing orgasm. He once again started licking my throbbing clit, but I told him I wanted to taste him too. With that, I had him lay on his back and I moved on top of him with my head facing the foot of the bed, so that we were in a sixty-nine position. After a few minutes of this, I was again very aroused, not only from David's expert tongue but also from the unabashed enjoyment of sucking his thick cock and stroking his heavy balls. At one point I heard a sound that made me gaze upwards. It was the sound of the front door opening and closing. I then realized that in our haste last night David and I had forgotten to close the bedroom door. I looked up, my mouth still bulging obscenely with my son's hard cock, and saw Francesca standing there, her mouth agape in astonishment. David wasn't aware of her presence (as he was clearly occupied with something else). Even though my mouth was full, I managed to force a smile at her. Francesca's look of shock left her and she gave me a quick little smile in return. Having a witness to our forbidden love turned me on to no end, and without divulging what was happening to my son I stopped, merely telling him I needed him in me again. I got up and immediately straddled his hips, facing away from him and towards the timid girl, and lowered my steaming pussy onto his engorged manhood, moaning loudly as it filled me. With my eyes locked with Francesca's I now began riding my son's hard cock while he stimulated my clit with a hand reached around me. Gradually I picked up the pace until I fucked him with all my might, my large breasts bouncing wildly as I humped him. Though Francesca certainly had no idea she was watching a mother and son commit incest, the fact that someone was watching me make love to my son made me even hotter. Remembering the girl's trouble hearing I couldn't resist lewdly declaring our crime in front of her, moaning to David, "fuck me son. Fuck your mother. Give her your big cock." Not having heard me the girl gave me another smile, set the tray down, and left. I forgot about her now, as my dirty talk had turned David into a wild man. Holding my hips tightly in his strong hands he began screwing me savagely from below, his nuts slapping rudely at my entrance with each stroke. I urged him over and over to fuck me harder, and he did exactly that, until we exploded together in an earth-shattering climax. The rest of my vacation with David was the best time of my life, and we became as close as any lovers can, our little tryst blossoming into a full blown love affair. Our lust for each other was practically out of control, making us do all the kinds of things that impassioned lovers are wont to. We made love everywhere on the resort, indoors and out. There was never any more questioning of us being newlyweds by Roberta or her staff either. She even apologized to me for ever doubting us. Being labeled as a newly married couple also happened to work perfectly to our advantage. Rather than having to steal moments to be together, David and I were able to show our affection publicly without having to worry about the repercussions. David was a wild and exciting lover too; his enthusiasm and the beautiful, romantic locale only motivated me to try and match his intensity. Things didn't end between us when we got back from Mexico, however, as we've continued on with our affair. David's libido is incredible, surprisingly even greater than my own. Even when I'm not in the mood he usually knows the right buttons to push, coaxing my passions until I succumb to his desires. As a result we've done some pretty crazy things. For instance, several times when my husband Roy has been home David and I have taken the risk and gone to his bedroom to be together. Luckily, my husband keeps the volume on the TV loud; otherwise he would surely hear the screams of ecstasy coming from upstairs. I remember one time in particular when Roy had some of his friends over. My husband asked me to get them some snacks and when I left David followed after me into the kitchen. Once we got there he made me suck his dick before leaning me over the kitchen table and taking me from behind; the excitement of getting caught only adding to the pleasure I got from David's beautiful cock. I'm sure things will eventually calm down between us so that we'll stop taking these chances. Even though I admit the element of danger adds to the excitement of what we're doing, I know that deep down, neither David nor I want to get caught. In fact, David and I have already planned on taking another vacation together in the spring. Roy did his best to weasel out of coming along, which of course suits David and I just fine. My husband hasn't an inkling of what we're doing behind his back. In fact, I remember one morning when Roy was about to leave for work. He paused to compliment David and I on becoming such close friends, saying he was surprised at how good a relationship we had developed. The Newlywed Game "We're as close as any mother and son can be," David told him. I saw Roy getting his things together to leave, and I was already getting that familiar feeling of goosebumps on my arms and legs. My son looked back at me and I smiled suggestively back, as I knew he and I would be 'getting close' again once Roy's car left for work.