“Oooh, aaaaah,” Julie moaned, unable to hold it in. “Dylan, st-stop it! Dylan, I’m your moth–aaahhh, ooooh, Dylan, I’m your mother!”
“Not anymore,” Dylan corrected. “Remember Mom, now you’re my legal wife. Just relax and enjoy what your new husband is doing to you.”
But she couldn’t relax. Her privates did not belong to him. He couldn’t just touch her like that. This was humiliating.
“Dylan!” she pleaded. “Dylan, I’m serious. Stop that-aaaahh, uhhh, oh Dylan. God! That feels so good,” Julie’s arousal was intensifying. “Aaaaaah. Stop that!”
Dylan began to gently curl his hands around each thigh, his index finger pushing between her pussy lips, coming in contact with her clitoris.
“No more Dylan! We shouldn’t be doing this! Stop touching meee….oooohhhhh, aaaaaah,” Dylan’s mom screamed.
Her hands were locked on her son’s wrist, attempting to prevent him from bringing her closer to an orgasm. She would never forgive herself if she allowed herself to be pleasured like that from her son.
“Shit!” she blurted. Julie rarely cursed. The profanity exposed the conflict she was experiencing. Her mind was angry with her son and anxious for him to end his incestuous advances. But her body’s pleasure button was urging her on for more.
“Shit Dylan! You have to stop. You have to…aaaaaahhhhhh. Oh God, that feels good! Shit Dylan!”
Suddenly, they heard a car door slam and realized that people had started to show up for the Open House. Julie quickly rolled off the couch out of the grasp of Dylan’s hands, and ran to the bathroom, grabbing her heels from the floor. Dylan strolled over to the front door, adjusted his swollen cock in his pants, and began welcoming potential buyers. Eventually Julie emerged from the bathroom, her cheeks flushed, and began greeting them as well.
Several hours later, they shut down the Open House, and began driving to check on a final listing that had been unsuccessful in selling. Now alone, a heavy tension settled into the car. Eventually Julie brought up her son’s recent brazen assault on her body.
“Dylan, back there, when you were rubbing my legs. What the hell were you doing? That was not OK. That can’t happen again. Do you understand?” she asked in a serious tone.
“What are you talking about, Mom? What was I doing that was so wrong?” he asked sarcastically.
“You know well enough what you were doing!” Julie replied, successful in not breaking her resolute expression. She could see that her son wanted to joke about it, but she knew she needed to make her point.
“No I don’t!” Dylan continued to play with his mom. “What was I doing that was so wrong?”
“You were touching my privates!” Julie announced.
“Your privates!? What are you? 10-years old?” Dylan said, mocking his mom.
“What do you want me to call it, Son? My pussy? You’re such a pervert,” she declared, the corners of her mouth beginning to curl up. Julie was committed to not giving in to her son’s antics.
“Oh! You mean I was touching your pussy! Is that what it’s called? Isn’t that what a good husband is supposed to do?” Dylan asked wickedly.
“You’re my son, Dylan, not my husband!” she argued. “You should not be touching your mother’s pussy!”
“Well, according to the great commonwealth of Canada, I certainly am your husband. In fact, I did a little research. As long as we are in Canada, your marriage to me trumps your marriage to Dad. You can’t be married to 2 people at the same time.”
“What are you even talking about?” Julie asked, curious about her son’s point.
“I’m just saying that right now you are only married to me, not Dad. Anything that we do together is perfectly moral. You’re my wife and I’m your husband, simple as that.”
“Ya, but it is still wrong for you to touch your mother like that. Both of us know that it is wrong,” Julie persisted.
“Sure,” Dylan agreed, “but technically, it’s not like it’s adultery or anything.”
“Adultery!” Julie shouted in the car, disbelieving they were even talking about it. “Get your mind out of the gutter. We are never going to go that far Dylan! And you are never going to touch me like that again!”
“I know, I know, Mom. Geez! Remember, I’m a gentleman. But even a gentleman knows how to take care of their lady,” Dylan explained, trying to calm her down.
He couldn’t resist taking one more stab at her. “That’s why I was touching your pussy today, Mom. I was just taking good care of my wife.”
“Gross!” Julie immediately responded, doing her best to fake her disgust. Yet she knew she had been getting close to an intense orgasm.
“You can say whatever you want, Mom,” Dylan responded. “But your body wasn’t thinking it was gross when you moaned how good it felt!”
Julie’s cheeks flushed red, embarrassed that her son was also aware of how stimulated she had been. As she remembered how his soft touch had awakened her sexual desires, her heartbeat began to race. She began to ponder how alive she now felt around her son, how young and vibrant. She was beginning to enjoy her new marriage. The marriage she always wished she would have had. But she knew it could not continue. It was wrong.
“What a mess this situation has become,” she declared. “Dylan, what the hell are we going to do?” Julie knew she had to figure out a solution before things got out of hand. Her rarely used profanity exposing her concern.
“About what?” Dylan responded as they drove down the city streets.
“About our new legal marriage relationship? We have to fix this!” she demanded.
Suddenly Julie’s cell phone began to vibrate and she answered it. It was their attorney friend helping them with their business. Julie put her on speaker phone.
“Hey Julie and Dylan! I just got word that your LLP has been fully approved by the government of Canada. All the paperwork is done and filed away in your names!”
“Wow, thanks so much. That was quick,” Julie replied, suddenly less pleased with her attorney’s elite work ethic. This new development only complicated things.
“There’s just one more thing I need from you.”
“What’s that?” Julie asked.
“An address. I need to know where you live. It has to be part of the official record.”
Thinking quickly, Dylan responded into the speaker phone, “We’ll get back to you on that one. We want to decide whether we use our personal residence or business address.”
“Good thinking, Dylan,” the attorney responded. “Can you let me know in a few days?”
“Sure. Talk to you later,” Julie replied, hanging up the phone.
“Shit!” Julie said, even more defeated than before. Her continued use of coarse language was an indicator of her deep despair.
“I’m sorry I got you into this mess, Mom.” Dylan did his best to comfort her, though inside he was more than pleased. He loved being married to his mom and hoped it would never end.
“So what are our options now?” Dylan wondered out loud.
“I suppose we could go to the courthouse and annul our marriage,” his mom suggested. “We would also need to work with our attorney and undo our new LLP business paperwork,” she explained.
“Won’t that destroy any chance of doing real estate in Canada?” Dylan asked.
“Most certainly!” Julie answered, disappointment evident in her tone. “But that’s simply what we have to do.”
“What about Dad? What do we tell him?” Dylan questioned.
“Nothing, absolutely nothing!” Julie responded immediately, as her heartbeat began to race again. She had forgotten about that detail. The last thing she wanted was to allow any long-term negative impact on her marriage to Cliff.
“I know that, Mom!” Dylan agreed. “We won’t tell him about our annulled marriage. But what about our real estate business? He knows how much you love it. It’s been your lifelong dream. He would certainly be confused why you suddenly quit.”
Her son Dylan made an excellent point. So far her special arrangement with her son had not required her to lie to her husband. Sure, she had manipulated the truth a few times, but nothing that she truly regretted. Picturing how Cliff would respond, she didn’t see any explanation that would satisfy him that wasn’t a complete lie.
As Julie remained silent in thought, Dylan continued, “Or we could just tell Dad the truth? Wouldn’t he understand?”
“God, no!” Julie blurted. “I couldn’t do that! You and I kissed, remember? We slept in the same bed. I would be more ashamed of telling the truth than telling a lie,” his mom confessed, putting her face in the palms of her hands. A feeling of hopelessness overwhelmed her.
Dylan had deftly helped Julie back herself into a corner. What had earlier seemed like such an obvious solution to their challenge now appeared hopeless. She couldn’t tell Dylan’s dad the truth. And she couldn’t very well lie to him and still live with herself.
Dylan spoke up. “Mom, I have an idea that might help a couple of our problems. You know this penthouse we are about to check on that has been difficult to sell?”
“Yeah, what about it?”
“What if you and I bought it? I’m still stunned it hasn’t sold. It’s on the 23rd floor and has an amazing view!”
“Bought it?” Julie scoffed, laughing out loud. “We can’t afford it.”
“Actually, we can,” Dylan countered. “We are sitting on a large pile of cash right now. Our business has been doing great, and we are due to pay a lot of taxes. By investing in a property, we could save a lot of money, and build equity at the same time.”
“Dylan, that only works when you live in the house. It doesn’t work for investment properties.”
“Well, that’s where this gets exciting. I would live in the penthouse.”
“What? You would move out of our house back in the states?” his mom asked.
“Well, I am an adult now still living in my parent’s basement. It’s about time I got my own place. We could use that address for our LLP business filing as well.”
“I’m listening,” Julie said, nodding her head. Her son’s idea was beginning to take shape.
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