12 comments/ 96013 views/ 36 favorites Irrisistible Impulse By: Moondrift All characters in this story are over the age of eighteen "What's the matter with me, I must be out of my mind," Claudia muttered, not for the first time. She was standing at the kitchen sink looking out of the window at the back garden and the pool where Denton was vigorously swimming his morning laps. It was delightful to watch the seeming ease with which he swam. Soon he would be getting out of the pool and would stand there drying him self before coming in for his breakfast. As he got out of the pool Claudia tried not to look at him, but as well try to stop a starving man from eating a meal placed in front of him. Claudia, unable to look away from his superb physique, marvelled at how he had changed so markedly in four years, from a skinny kid of fourteen to a young man. She also wondered that she had given birth to such a fine male specimen. Claudia could see the bulge in the groin of his swim shorts; he had an erection as he usually did after his swim, and her response was always the same. Her eyes fixed on him her hand went down the inside of her jeans and panties and she began to slowly stroke her wet genitals. "I love him and want him, I want him so much," she murmured softly. "Good morning darling." Harry her husband had cheerfully entered the kitchen ready for breakfast. Claudia started guiltily and quickly withdrew her hand from her jeans muttering a husky "good morning." Harry was always cheerful the morning after they had made love the previous night, but for Claudia his very satisfaction was another cause of guilt. The cause of the guilt was that having sex with him carried within it a lie. True he thought that he could still bring her to orgasm, but what he didn't know was that it wasn't really him but Claudia's fantasy that achieved orgasm for her. She had to fantasise Denton. Fortunately Harry had thus far not detected this ploy, and Claudia, who was fond of Harry, sincerely wanted him to get the maximum satisfaction from their sexual couplings that took place two or three times a week, but she felt that she cheated him. To make it trickier it was becoming increasingly difficult to restrain herself from crying out Denton's name when she climaxed. Why she could not get sexual satisfaction with Harry without the Denton fantasy was something of a mystery to her, but she had noted that it began when she first started to be attracted to Denton, but if she tried to find some moment, some incident, when that attraction began, there was nothing she could point to. It was as if it had gradually developed until it became an irresistible impulse and sometimes she wondered for how much longer she could go on pretending with Harry. She had become so troubled about the attraction to her son that she'd read up on the subject. Genetic attraction seemed to apply in her case, except that genetic attraction usually occurred when two related people met after a long separation, and she and Denton had never been separated for more than a few weeks ever since she had given birth to him. Finally Claudia gave up trying to work out times, events and reasons why and simply surrendered to the situation as it was. In any case Denton had never shown any overt signs of being sexually attracted to her. If this to some extent disappointed Claudia she realised that this apparent lack of sexual attraction to her was her security. She had no wish to endanger her marriage over an adulterous and incestuous affair with their son, but if ever Denton did demonstrate a sexual interest in her she wondered whether she would have the strength to resist it. The problem was that there always hovered in her mind the fatal words, "Even if it is only just once." Harry, in his cheerful mood, came to her and kissing her on her cheek said, "Thanks for last night, it was great." To thank her had been his quaint habit from the first time they had copulated and at one time Claudia loved that acknowledgement, but now it only added to her guilt feelings. She used to respond jocularly, "I aim to please," and although she spoke those words now, and in a sense she still aimed to please her attempts to please were artificial, and the words almost choked her. * * * * * * * * They sat at the table and started to eat breakfast, making remarks about the weather and what lay ahead of them for the rest of the day. "Got to read up on the case notes," Harry said, "and then off to the jail to interview the client." "Guilty or not guilty?" Claudia asked. "Between our selves," Harry said, "I think guilty; he says he's not guilty, but most of them say that at first. If he insists on a not guilty plea I'll do the best I can for him, but I'll probably suggest he makes it a guilty plea, he'll get a lighter sentence if he does." "And if he insists on pleading not guilty and he's found guilty?" "Hmm, attempted murder, anything between ten to twenty years; the odd thing is that he seems such a nice guy; it's hard to believe he tried to murder his wife, but you can never tell. Some of the nicest people I've ever defended have been killers, but in his case there was some provocation." "What sort of provocation?" Claudia asked. "Oh, he was a company rep and had gone away to negotiate some business for several days and finished earlier than expected. He arrived home to find his wife in bed bonking with their son; he went berserk." Claudia felt the blood drain from her face. Harry looked at her and asked, "You okay darling you look pale?" "Oh...I...er...I am feeling a bit fragile, I might be sickening for something." "I hope it won't spoil your holiday," Harry said. "Well, it's probably nothing but I'll see the doctor just in case, and it's a fortnight before we have to leave. I do wish you were coming with us." "So do I," Harry said, "but you know how it is, a big case load and all that, and I can't tell when I'll be free. But if I can see my way clear I may be able to join you at some stage." Having finished his breakfast Harry rose, grinned and said, "Well, off to the slave pit." He kissed Claudia on the cheek and said, "Let me know what the doctor says," and as he started to leave Denton came bounding into the kitchen. "Morning mum, morning dad, off to save some poor sod from jail?" "I hope," Harry replied. "Take care of you're mother, she's not feeling too good." With that he left, singing off key, "When I, good friends, was call'd to the bar I'd an appetite fresh and hearty But I was, as many young barristers are An impecunious party..." His voice faded away. * * * * * * * * Claudia turned to her son and asked, "Pancakes?" "Please, with lemon," Denton responded, adding, "What's this about you not feeling so good?" "Oh, it's nothing really," Claudia replied as she began the pancake making, "just some passing thing." "Better get it checked out with the doc," Denton said a note of concern in his voice. "I will...I will." She laughed lightly and said, "If I don't see the doctor I'll get cross examined by your father wanting to know why not, I'll phone the doctor after breakfast and see if he can fit me in." There was a pause and then Claudia went on, "There's something I want to talk to you about; it's the holiday." "Oh, it's still on isn't it?" "Yes it's still on but I was wondering if you'd rather not go?" "Why would I rather not go?" "Well it was planned that the three of us would go but with your father tied up with a murder case or whatever it is, I thought perhaps some other time." "What you're saying is that you'd rather not go without dad," Denton said. "No, it's not that," Claudia said hastily, trying to sound convincing, "I just thought it'd be nice for the three of us to be together." "Mum," Denton said, "It's always been the same. Every time we make an arrangement to go to the shack, either dad has a case come up, or you're off to one of your women's conferences. I'm either there with you, or with dad, and so what's different, there's always something gets in the way." Denton was grossly exaggerating but Claudia sighed and said, "I know darling and your father did say he might join us, depending on his work load." "He's said that before," Denton said sourly. His eyes fixed on his mother he went on, "Are you saying you'd rather not be there alone with me?" Claudia reacted instantly. "No...no, of course I'm not saying that, I just thought..." What Claudia thought she could not express and so she had to come up with something else, so she said rather lamely, "I just thought that you'd rather have dad with us." "Perhaps I would," Denton replied, "but since he can't be with us I see no reason why we have to cancel." Claudia gave up. "All right, if you're happy about it we'll go and hope dad is able to join us." "That's what I think," Denton replied, and that seemed to close the matter. Claudia didn't phone the doctor. * * * * * * * * Breakfast over and Denton off to high school for his last couple of weeks, Claudia headed for the shower. She wondered if she had done the right thing in letting the holiday at Rose Bay go ahead. She saw that being alone with Denton possibly for a month at the isolated shack and her sexual preoccupation with him, might lead her to make a move that could end in disaster. "Surely I'm stronger than that," she told herself, "and besides, what would be the use since Denton shows no sexual interest in me? If I did try something with him it would certainly end in disaster and in all probability ruin the loving relationship we already have." Those thoughts did not prevent her from doing what she had done many times. In her bedroom she stood naked viewing herself critically in front of the long mirror. Reflected back at her was a woman approaching forty years of age; five feet seven tall she was no longer the slender girl who had married Harry. Her hips seemed to be wider, her waist plumper, and her breasts, once taut and upstanding had grown larger and sagged a little, but their nipples looked as pink as ever and still stood out strongly. Harry often jokingly told her he had married her for her legs, and it was true that they were the sort of legs that men seemed to be attracted to, as she had often experienced when she showed a little too much leg in male company. She moved closer to the mirror to view her oval face. The words pretty or beautiful were inappropriate but the bone structure on which beauty is formed revealed itself in high cheek bones and the well-defined but delicate line of her chin. Her dark hair was cut short and brushed back from her face in strong natural waves. She could see faint lines between her eyebrows and running from her nose to the corner of her mouth, and she had never liked her slightly aquiline nose, she did however approve of her mouth shaped like an upturned bow with, she was pleased to say, sensual lips. She turned away from the mirror wryly giving herself a C plus and telling herself that she was a fool to think that Denton would ever be attracted to her, his middle aged mother, when with his looks and physique he could get almost any young girl that took his fancy, and that she should content herself with Harry. Such thoughts she'd had many times before, but they did nothing to end the yearning for her son. * * * * * * * * Denton's time at high school came to an end and was celebrated at the school graduation ceremony and a family party afterwards. Then the preparations for the holiday at Rose Bay were upon them. Claudia still wondered if she should have been firmer about cancelling, not because she had any doubts about what Denton might do, but doubts about her own feelings for him and how being alone with him those feelings might be exposed by some unwary word or action on her part. The night before they set off for Rose Bay Harry took Claudia twice. Claudia had always made a point of putting on and taking off the condom, an operation Claudia had to perform twice that night. Afterwards, as she was taking off the second condom, Harry laughed and said, "That should hold you until I can get to the shack." Claudia's thought that it was more to "hold" Harry than her because both times she'd had to fantasise Denton in order to come. The morning of their departure Harry was his familiar cheerful self after his night of copulating, and Claudia got her usual thanks. Sadly Claudia thought, "Yes, thanks for a good performance because performance it is." The SUV was loaded with their gear and supplies and the family fishing runabout on its trailer was hooked on behind. Denton took the wheel as his mother and father said goodbye, and Harry's farewell was somewhat more ardent than his usual going to work goodbye. He kissed her and whispered, "I'll get down to the shack if I possibly can, and I'll give you a bell if I can make it." He waved to his son and called out, "Take care of your mother." Denton called back, "Will do," and they were off for the three hour drive to Rose Bay. There was little conversation between mother and son apart from comments about the passing scene: what had changed and what was still the same. For a while they listened to music on the car radio, but for the most part they seemed very introspective, each locked in their own thoughts. The shack, or as it might be more politely called, "The Cottage," was approached along a dirt road that was itself a branch off from a secondary road. The cottage was set amid the scrub that bordered the beach giving the appearance of being isolated, but the appearance of isolation was deceptive. About a kilometre farther along the road was what was rather unimaginatively called, "The New Block." This was an area set aside for housing development for people able to afford the astronomical price of the land. About half a kilometre away from the cottage in the other direction was the cluster of houses that had once constituted the township of Rose Bay, but now it was being called "Old Rose Bay." Along with the houses was the local store that included some petrol pumps and a post office. All this meant was that the cottage, that had once been really isolated, now had some company plus some modern facilities like electricity and telephone. What it didn't have was mobile phone coverage, and television reception was haphazard and water was derived from roof tanks. The cottage itself consisted of two bedrooms, living room, kitchen and what are called, "The usual offices." A short sandy track led from the cottage to the beach. Claudia and Harry had bought the place soon after Denton's birth as their holiday place. * * * * * * * * The SUV arrived at the cottage about mid-afternoon in a cloud of dust. Claudia and Denton alighted rather dusty themselves. As Denton began carrying in their gear Claudia did the rounds of the cottage seeking spiders' webs and any signs of mice. She found plenty of spiders' webs, no sign of mice, but fine sand had found its way into the cottage and lodged in the corners of the rooms; a job for house proud Claudia wielding a broom, dust cloth and pan. The midsummer sun was beating down on the corrugated iron roof, and the cottage lacking insulation and an air conditioner was stiflingly hot. Of course they had always intended to fix these things, but somehow had never got around to it, so doors and windows were flung open in the hope of some friendly cool breeze finding it way into the place. No such convenient breeze obliged, at least, not until the evening when a light wind came in off the sea. The distributing of their gear and supplies seemed to take for ever, and in the oven heat of the cottage mother and son were perspiring heavily. To cool off Denton elected to go for a swim. Less energetic Claudia opted for a shower. Finishing her shower Claudia wrapped a towel round her self and made her way across the living room to her bedroom where she put on panties, shorts, and t-shirt. She renounced a bra because she found this item too uncomfortable in the heat. As she exited her room Denton came bouncing in with the local headline news: yes the sea was still there, a lot of seaweed was piled up at the top of the beach, and there was a lobster fishing boat at anchor in the bay, and he could see quite a few boats on the whiting ground, and someone had told him they were catching squid a couple of kilometre out and tomorrow he would try and catch some. This passed for top line news when you were in Rose Bay. Claudia heard little of this news recital because Denton, in keeping with the fashion favoured by his peers, was wearing very skimpy swim shorts. He had an erection and what presumably he didn't know was that the head of his penis was poking up above what passed for a waist band, although hip band might be a better description. Approaching the size of a golf ball Claudia could not keep her eyes off that pale purple terminus of his penis, her imagination providing an image of what was not visible. Not for the first time she wondered what it would be like to have that substantial man meat in her vagina. Would she be able to take it all? Would it hurt? She realised that she didn't care if it did hurt as long as she could have it "just once." Denton woke her out of her salacious reverie; "Hey mum, what about dinner, I'm starving." Claudia had prepared a few meals in advance and they were residing in a freezer box. "I'll heat up a pie," she said, "but it'll take a while." "I'll go and get changed," Denton said, and disappeared into his room. Claudia opened the freezer box, took out a pie and put it in the oven to heat (no microwave). The rest of the contents of the freezer box she transferred to the fridge-freezer and then she opened a can of peaches for dessert. Denton hadn't emerged from his room and given his erection Claudia didn't need to guess what he was doing. "Lucky him," she muttered, because she needed to do the female equivalent to get her over the arousal the sight of Denton's manhood had inspired. She began to wish they had cancelled the holiday if this was how things were going to be. * * * * * * * * The meal over there was the final tidying away of the things they had brought, and then a somewhat rambling conversation about what they would do the next day. Claudia knew exactly the first thing Denton would do; he would have his morning swim, this time in the sea instead of the pool. He suggested that she should join him but she declined saying, "I think I'll stay in bed late, then there's your breakfast and then I want to give this place a thorough clean, and I might have a swim after that. "I might go after the squid in the afternoon," Denton said, "why don't you come with me, its fun." Claudia said she might join him in that, but her mind was not really fixed on the next day, she was focused on what she had seen earlier. Unexpectedly Denton said, "I think I'll turn in, the sea air always makes me feel drowsy when we first get here." He went to his mother and bent to kiss her goodnight. He kissed her on the lips, which was unusual, and Claudia wondered if she had imagined it, or had his lips really lingered on hers longer than might be expected of a goodnight kiss. She was tempted to make the kiss last longer but was worried about what that might lead to. Not long after Denton had retired to his room Claudia went to hers. In bed her thoughts went, as they often did, to Denton and what she wanted with him. She felt that she was on a boundary: a boundary between a filial kiss and something more; a boundary between self restraint and incest; a boundary between her husband and her son. At home her bedroom was not alongside Denton's room, but here in the cottage she was no more than a slender wall thickness from him, and so she could faintly hear the rhythmic sound of him masturbating and the moans and the indistinct words as he ejaculated. Irrisistible Impulse As Claudia finger fucked her own genitals she wondered if Denton knew how she loved him and how she wanted him to make love with her, would he give her what she so badly needed? Her orgasm approaching she imagined him raping her. He would hold her down or even tie her spreadeagled and he would take her by force and she would surrender to him. Turning the thought around she imagined having Denton tied down and she taking him whenever she chose. After her orgasm sanity returned; how could she let her son know how much she loved and wanted him, and the idea of him raping her was almost laughable and her raping him even more so. She masturbated again and afterwards fell asleep, but even her dreams would not release her from the bondage of her hunger for him. In her dream she and Denton were naked and she was confessing her yearning for him and in the midst of her confession he flung himself on her saying that he was going to fuck her to death and the head his penis was pressed against her vulva, but before it penetrated her she awoke sweating, her groin and inner thighs soaked with her love juice. Her first impression was that her dream had been reality, but as the mists of sleep cleared she saw that there was no Denton lying over her or even in her bed, and she could hear him moving around. There was a knock on her door and she hastily checked that she was covered and then said, "Come in." Denton entered triumphantly carrying a tray on which were bacon and eggs. "Breakfast," he said, "let's get the day started." Claudia, troubled that Denton might detect the smell of her arousal, struggled to make a response. "Have...have you been for your swim yet?" "No, I thought I'd wait and see if you'd changed your mind about joining me." "No, not today darling," Claudia said, "perhaps tomorrow, I've got things to do, but I'll come down to the beach later." "Right," Denton said, "I'll just bring your coffee and then head off to the beach." He left the room to return a few moments later with the coffee. "Thank you darling for this," Claudia said, indicating the breakfast. "My pleasure," Denton grinned, "any time, I aim to please" Those words "I aim to please," had a familiar ring to them. Instead of leaving the room immediately, he seemed to hesitate looking oddly at his mother, as if there was some unfinished business, then saying, "Right...er...right, I'll head off," he turned abruptly and left. Claudia was left wondering what that little scene had been about. * * * * * * * * Her breakfast finished Claudia rose and went to the shower. The cottage was already giving its impersonation of a hot oven, and with sudden resolve she went to the phone and rang "Stacy A/C and Son" in Port Dowel, the only substantial town within forty kilometres, to order the instillation of an air conditioner. A laconic voice responded to her request, "Not this week lady, got lots of jobs on, conditioners packing it in all round, people wanting new ones, hot weather yer see, always the same. Would next Monday about ten suit yer?" Since there seemed to be no other option Claudia agreed that next Monday at ten would suit her. Claudia had intended to give the place a "thorough clean," but after a half-hearted attempt she gave up, and decided she would go to the beach where it always seemed marginally cooler and she could have a swim. Normally conservative in her choice of swimwear she had always used a one piece before. Harry had changed that. When it still looked as if he would be with them at the cottage he had bought her a two-piece. When giving it to her in words and accent he never usually used he said, "Seeing ya in that babe will drive me crazy for yer." Claudia had a vague idea that they were the lines from some film she had seen, and she felt that Harry was crazy enough for her already. Much to Harry's disappointment she didn't try it on there and then, but Claudia assured him that she would wear it when they were at the cottage. Now, having decided to have a swim, Claudia, since she had brought no one piece, she was confronted with the need to wear the two-piece. Having put it on she was taken aback by what she saw. There are two piece swimsuits and there are two-piece swimsuits, and this two-piece was very definitely two-piece, if it could be said to exist at all. The little triangle of cloth, really just a thong, that was supposed to cover her genitals just about did that but no more than that. The top, rather than conceal her breasts did little more than conceal her nipples. She could now see how this garment would drive Harry crazy, but who else would it drive crazy? She considered other options. Should she wear panties and bra instead or perhaps ordinary shorts and a bra? Perhaps a t-shirt and panties, or if the t-shirt was long enough she could wear the thong? Her final decision was to wear the two-piece but keep herself covered with a beach robe until she was ready to dash into the water were it would be concealed from public scrutiny. And so clad, and bearing a beach umbrella and a beach bag she headed for the beach. At the beach she looked around for Denton, but he was nowhere in sight. In the distance she could see some stick-like figures apparently playing a game of beach cricket and a dog running in and out of the water. Apart from them there was no one else. The lobster fishing boat had gone, and there were some small boats out on the whiting ground, but they were only little dots. In the other direction but even farther out were a few more boats apparently catching squid. She decided that if Denton still intended to try and catch squid that afternoon she would join him. Emboldened by the lack of people to see her, instead of running into the sea, Claudia strolled in leisurely fashion to the water, and entering it she relished its coolness. She swam and splashed around for a while and then returned to the umbrella, under which she spread a towel and sat on it. She continued to scan the beach for signs of her son, and at last she saw in the distance someone who looked very like Denton jogging. As he drew nearer it was indeed Denton. She waved to him and he waved back, increasing his pace as he drew nearer and as he arrived he gasped, "Mum, on the Point Rocka the seals have come...come back..." He got no further and Claudia felt his stare like searchlight playing on her. Of course she hadn't put on her beach robe and she felt as if she was naked under his gaze. His response was obvious to Claudia. She saw a lump growing slowly in his groin and there could be no mistaking that it was his response to her near nudity, and she felt defenceless. Her face flushed and as her vagina began to become blood engorged there was a ticking sensation in her clitoris. The inadequate covering of her breasts allowed her expanding nipples to be clearly seen. She made a half hearted attempt to reach for her robe but felt that if she did put it on it would be all too obvious why, and despite her discomfiture part of her was enjoying letting her son see her so exposed. Her reward came when Denton breathed, "Mum, you look beautiful, dad's so lucky," and Claudia detected the note of envy in his voice. It was impossible for her not to know what was going on. Behind his words, "dad's so lucky," was the implication, "but I'm not." She had always believed that Denton was not attracted to her; now she knew that was false, he had simply been able to control his sexual desire for her. This insight disposed of all doubts about what must happen and she stretched out her hand to him. Before Denton could respond they heard voices. A woman with two children had come onto the beach about twenty metres from them. The moment was lost, Denton said hoarsely, "I...I...I'd better go and change." He almost ran up the track to the cottage. Claudia intended to follow him but the woman was approaching her and after greeting her she engaged Claudia in a brief conversation. A crucial moment in her relationship with her son had been lost. The woman passed on and Claudia thought that she must go to Denton, even if just to talk about what had occurred between them. She put on her robe, gathered her things, and headed for the cottage. * * * * * * * * Claudia's thoughts were in turmoil; had the scene with Denton been as she had interpreted it, or was what she had thought was a signal that he wanted her sexually been only wishful thinking on her part? The entire encounter had been brief and she needed to see her son now to try and determine the truth about his feelings for her; so much of their future relationship depended on what that truth was. Quite how she expected Denton to behave even Claudia was not sure, but whatever her expectation she was disappointed when she found Denton preparing the boat for the afternoon squid fishing. He looked at his mother at she approached and almost casually asked, "Are you coming out in the boat this afternoon?" It was as if whatever impact the beach event he had quickly recovered from it, or her reading of the situation had been entirely wrong. She was so frustrated by Denton's offhand attitude and his question that she was tempted to fling off her robe and let him see her again in a state of near nudity, but she saw that it would be crude and perhaps get a negative response If they were to spend the month together there had to be some harmony between them and so Claudia, trying to emulate her son's laid-back attitude said, "Yes fine, I'll go and get some lunch ready." Once inside the cottage her first act was to take off the apparently seductive bikini, promising her self she would never wear it again, and put on something more appropriate for the afternoon's fishing. While preparing lunch she toyed with the idea of ending their stay at the cottage and returning to the city, but she needed to have a good explanation for Denton; she could hardly say, "We're going back to the city because you wouldn't fuck me," even if that was in essence the truth. Over lunch Claudia made an effort and chattered on inconsequentially about the installation of the A/C, what she intended to do around the cottage and a possible drive to Port Dowel to do some shopping. Denton's responses were equally inconsequential and it came as a relief when they had something active to do. They drove to the boat ramp and put the boat in the water, Denton started the motor and set off in the direction of the squid ground. Arriving and dropping their lines into the water they very quickly started to catch squid. On being caught squid have a defensive method that consists of squirting a stream of a black ink-like substance. When pulling them into the boat there is a way of avoiding this stream, but after several catches Claudia, while puling in a squid got careless, the result being her face and the front of her body being covered with the squid's discharge. Denton to the rescue! He seized a cloth and started to wipe up the inky mess. As he began to clean in the area of his mother's breasts his movements slowed. Mother and son were looking intently at each other and Denton began to slowly wipe down her body until he reached her mons. What might have happened next will never be known because there was the sound of a motor starting and they suddenly became aware that there were other boats nearby with people fishing. Denton let his mother finish the cleaning as best she could. Returning to the cottage Denton cleaned up the bottom of the boat which had received its share of the black stuff and then set about preparing the squid for cooking. Claudia put her still black coated clothes into the wash and then took a shower to remove the rest of the mess from her face and body. As she emerged from her bedroom in clean clothes Denton entered announcing that they had enough squid rings for several meals, and "How about going after some whiting tomorrow?" Claudia said, "Okay," thinking, "at least the whiting don't spray you with ink. " Between mother and son there was what people call, "an atmosphere," although what that atmosphere was is hard to define. One thing was obvious; there had been a shift in their relationship. Although nothing explicit had been said or done mother and son now knew of their mutual sexual attraction, and this could not now be erased. How that mutual attraction would play out in the future was of course unknown. For her part Claudia was in two minds: should she force the issue by confronting Denton with the situation? Should she return to her previous thoughts about leaving the cottage and returning to the city? Her one refuge had been her belief that her son had no sexual interest in her, now that she knew to the contrary she felt that her security had been stripped away. She felt, if not physically, then emotionally naked, and if Denton did make a sexual approach she only had her own strength to rely on, but would that be enough? Poor Claudia had no answers to her questions and although not consciously deciding to, she had really handed herself over to fate; a sort of "If it happens it happens," stance. * * * * * * * * The "atmosphere" continued throughout the evening and Claudia's unfulfilled sexual arousal continued to plague her. Not only were her genitals engorged and wet, there was also a dull ache in the pit of her stomach. As any aroused would-be lover knows, the failure to express that love in the physical act of sexual intercourse is a source deep frustration and misery. As Claudia saw it she and Denton had come close to that physical expression and had been thwarted at the last moment. Several times throughout the evening Claudia made up her mind to force the issue with Denton, but there still lingered the question, had her son really been on the verge of making love with her or was it only her desire that caused her to imagine it? A bolder and more forward woman might set aside doubts and attempted to seduce Denton, but that was not Claudia's way. She tried to read Denton's mood but he seemed to be locked away from her, and when she spoke to him he answered in monosyllables, as if she had somehow offended him. She tried to see if he had an erection, but Denton had showered after dinner and was wearing a bath robe that obscured and made it impossible for her to determine what the state of his arousal or lack of it might be. The evening dragged on until at last Denton said gruffly, "Goodnight," and without even kissing her went to bed. Claudia sat on for a while struggling to come to terms with her feelings, even berating herself for having such feelings, but she had done this many times before and it had not alleviated those feelings, if anything it made them worse. Pent-up emotions can end up wearing us down until we feel exhausted, and Claudia found herself drowsing in her chair. She was ready for sleep and with an effort she rose and went to bed, but not, as she expected, to sleep. A kind of dread gripped her; would she have those dreams, or were they nightmares, in which she and Denton almost but not quite came together in sexual union, only to wake aroused and frustrated? She listened trying to determine if Denton was masturbating but she could detect no sound. To make matters worse no friendly sea breeze had arrived to cool the cottage. In desperation Claudia flung off her nightdress and lay on top of the bed naked, hoping she might fall asleep. Finally she did sleep, only to be awakened by yet another of her Denton nightmares. She glanced at the bedside clock and saw that it was 2 a.m.. Everything was silent in the cottage. Believing that she would not sleep again that night she rose from the bed and leaving the bedroom she began to wander restlessly until she stopped in front of the window that looked out towards the sea. The window had been an early renovation by Harry and Claudia, the original small window being replaced by the larger window so they could enjoy the view. Claudia looked out at it now. In the foreground was the scrub bordering the beach and beyond the sea, silvered by the moon riding high above. Out in the bay she could see the mast light of a fishing boat swaying as the boat rode the gentle waves. All was at peace and she wondered if she was the only one in turmoil? The window was open and on her naked body she felt the first brush of the night sea breeze. Her outer self began to cool but the fire of lust still burned within. She sighed and there came to mind long forgotten words of Shakespeare: "The moon shines bright. In such a night as this, When the sweet wind did gently kiss the trees And they did make no noise, in such a night Troilus methinks mounted the Trojan walls And sighed his soul toward the Grecian tents Where Cressid lay that night." Did her Troilus sigh for her Claudia wondered? * * * * * * * * Claudia did not hear him, but some instinct told her he was there, in the room with her. She heard no footsteps as he approached and came to stand behind her. Mother and son remained silent, tense, waiting for the other to speak or make a move. Claudia felt Denton's hands part the hair at the back of neck, and then the soft warm touch of his lips against her skin. "I love you," he whispered as his arms went round her waist. "I know darling," she replied, and taking hold of his hands she raised them to her breasts, gently pressing them over them. She could feel that he too was naked and his erect penis was pressed against the small of her back. Now was the pivotal moment, the moment when whatever was said and done, or not said and done, would determine their future relationship, probably for the rest of their lives. Claudia reached behind her and took Denton's penis into her hand, and drawing it between her buttocks until it touched the lips of her vulva she said, "Come in me darling...come in mother...I'm so wet for you." She felt the pressure as her son's penis began to enter her. She held her breath as she anticipated some pain from his penetration, but he slipped easily into her and her vaginal wall expanded to receive him. The head of his penis touched the top of her tunnel, and there he paused and said, "I need you so much mother." "Yes darling, I know," Claudia said, "come in me my love...come in mother...I want you..." She bent over and took hold of the widow sill offering him the greatest possible penetration. Denton, partially bending over her back, his hands still enfolding her breasts, began to slide back and forth in her. Claudia thrust back against him and in what seemed like a matter of seconds, but was in fact probably a minute or more, she heard her son groan and say, "I'm coming mum...I'm coming." "Yes darling...yes...come in mother..." Claudia cried out. He thrust forcefully into her and she pressed back against him. She felt the first spasm of his penis as he discharge his sperm into her, and then his frantic cries as he filled her with his young seed. In the midst of this frenzy Claudia's orgasm broke over her with all its agony and ecstasy; no condom, he was filling her; no fantasy, she had the reality. For a few moments her head seemed to be filled with bright flashing lights and she heard a voice crying out, "I love you...I love you...I need you...," and the voice was her own. Denton stayed with her until he felt her relax. What she had longed for and dreaded was now a reality. For a while Denton's penis remained in her vagina. They were both breathing heavily and experiencing that strange mixture of fulfillment and sadness; sadness because it was over and yet they were both ready for more; fulfillment because they had experienced that consummate sexual encounter, that between mother and son. As her son's penis gradually slipped from her vagina she heard him gasp as its still nerve sensitive head pass over her pubis. Claudia turned in Denton's arms to face him. She kissed him softly on the lips and said, "No one must ever know of this my love." Irrisistible Impulse "No one ever will, not from me," Denton replied. * * * * * * * * Claudia's mood seemed to lighten, her idea of "just once," was dead. She knew that it would happen again, and again and again. She laughed lightly and said, "Darling I'm in mess, its running out of me and down my legs." Denton echoed her laugh and said "We'd better have a shower. They began to move towards the shower but Claudia stopped. "No darling, let's go to the sea and bathe." Naked and bare foot she ran from the cottage to the beach, Denton in pursuit, and into the water where they played with each other like children, washing each others genitals until Claudia ran out of the sea with Denton again in pursuit. He caught her half way up the beach and holding her close he kissed her, at first softy but with increasing tongue tangling ardour. They sank down onto the sand and Denton parted her legs and knelt between them. Raising her legs he bent forward and his tongue began to taste his mother. At first Claudia stroked his hair and made soft whinnying sounds, but as his tongue found her clitoris she clutched his head to her crying out, "It's beautiful...so beautiful ...oh darling...Denton...oh God...ah...ah...oh my love...I'm coming, don't stop...don't stop." Denton didn't stop. He put his arms round her thighs and held her to him as her whole body convulsed under his stimulation. Even when he felt his mother relax he continued to lick and suck her as if he could not bear to cease experiencing her female taste and fragrance. "Now you," Claudia said as she rolled away from him. There were a few moments of confusion, Denton not know what his mother wanted to do to him, until finally Claudia had him on his back. She bent over his penis and took it into her mouth and began to suck and nibble as Denton cried out, "Mum...oh...mum...oh...ah...," and then as if to warn her he cried out, "I'm coming mum...I'm going to co...ah...aha...oh..." His hands were behind his mother head as he thrust his sperm frantically into her mouth. Claudia struggle to swallow his seed but it overwhelmed her and began to ooze out of the corners of her mouth. When he had finished ejaculating Denton pushed his mother onto her back and frantically kissed her. They smelt and tasted each other and it was the taste and smell of a deep love. As they lay on the sand recovering from their sexual encounters mother and son silently acknowledged that there was now no way back; the sex had been too profoundly satisfying to draw back now. Together they returned to the cottage and without a word being said they retired to Claudia's bed. There Denton turned his mother so that she faced away from him. He penetrated her from behind, a long, slow act of love that ended with both of them falling asleep, Denton's penis still in his mother's vagina. The next day they did not go to the whiting ground, or the following day. * * * * * * * * The first frantic expressions of their love having passed Claudia began to consider the consequences. Foremost in her thoughts was the realization that she could not now give up sex with her son, but alongside that the there was the question of consequences. She was still fertile and they had used no means of contraception and there was the strong possibility that Denton had impregnated her. If that was so, there would be no hiding it from Harry. That thought passed on to considering her relationship with Harry. Sex had been her only problem with him and she was still fond of him, did she really want to split from him to be with Denton? Her real question was how could she still have her son as her lover and still be with her husband. As for her notional pregnancy, she did see a way around that. Her decision was to try and hold on to both Denton and Harry, but she must put the situation to Denton. They were now in he habit of making love before they got out of bed in the morning and it was after they had satisfied their needs, and it was in the relative calm of their post-coital embrace that Claudia chose to confront her son. "Darling," she said, "you do realise that I won't leave your father, don't you?" Denton paused for a few moments before replying and then said, "I guessed as much." "You know what that means? Claudia asked. Denton sighed and said, "Yes, you'll have to have sex with him." "Yes darling, but I don't want you to be jealous or angry. I love you and I'm fond of your father and I can handle both of you, but what I need to know is whether you can handle it." Denton appeared to give this some thought before he asked, "Are you saying you want to stop having sex with me?" "Good God no," Claudia said hastily, "it's the most satisfying sex I've ever had, but do you want us to stop." Denton didn't hesitate in answering, "Mum, if I can't have you I think I'll go out of my mind, and I'd have to leave home." "Then don't worry you won't have to leave home," a relieved Claudia said, "We'll have to be very discreet but we can be together often." * * * * * * * * Monday and the installation of the air conditioner began. Finally Claudia and Denton made it to the whiting ground and hung around with little success until lunchtime. When they arrived back at the cottage the work was still not finished and it wasn't until 2-30 p.m. the workers departed after giving instruction on how to use he A/C. In the meantime there was a phone call from Harry, announcing that he would be arriving Friday afternoon and staying until Sunday afternoon, and Harry chuckling added, "I'm going to give you the biggest fucking you've ever had." This suited Claudia's plan, although Denton was not altogether happy about it since he would be outcast from his mother's bed and her body. Claudia pointed out that they had already discuss this matter and agreed that she should continue to have sex with Harry. She added that in the end it would be for Denton's own good but refrained from telling him in what way it would be good for him. Claudia persuaded Denton to go out to the whiting grounds on Friday afternoon because she didn't want him to see her put her plan into operation. Denton was only too willing to be absent because he didn't want to witness his parents greeting each other, that he thought would probably be lustful, at least on his father's side. He wasn't wrong about his father. Claudia greeted Harry wearing the two-piece he had bought her. Harry's response was as Claudia had hoped it would be. Deprived of sex Harry grabbed Claudia, and saying, "I'm going to fuck you to death he danced her into the bedroom, ripped off the two-piece, and divesting himself of his clothes and without any foreplay he took her almost brutally. Afterwards, as he lay recovering, Claudia said, "I hope you realise you might have made me pregnant." Harry chuckled and said, "Maybe I wanted to make you pregnant, you won't mind, will you?" With some sincerity this time Claudia said, "I aim to please," and thanked God that Harry hadn't bothered with the condoms. For his brief stay Harry was even more ardent than usual, and as if to reinforce his desire to impregnate his wife he failed to use condoms. Poor Denton had to endure the torture of hearing his mother and father copulating at night. * * * * * * * * It was over and Harry had departed. Claudia thought it strange that she was able to be a little more giving to Harry. It was as if she no longer needed to fantasize her son when she had her orgasm. She had the reality and this seemed to free her with Harry. With Harry gone mother and son were able to resume their love making without hindrance, and before the end of their stay Claudia had the first intimation of pregnancy, she missed her menstrual period. She decided to wait until her pregnancy was confirmed by her doctor before she told Denton. It would be difficult because now she could never be sure if Denton or Harry was the father. The fateful day when they were due to leave the cottage and return to the city arrived. Soon after their return Claudia's pregnancy was confirmed much to Harry's satisfaction. Denton was less happy, not because he didn't want his mother to be pregnant, but because he knew that he might not be the father. The matter of mother and son remaining lovers was not an insuperable problem. At times Harry was away from home for several days or even weeks when he had an interstate case. That is how things stand right now and so my story must stop. Whether Harry will one day discover the relationship between his son and his wife can only be a matter of conjecture. As an afterthought, the next time they went to the cottage they took a microwave with them.