by Olga Menson
Marcus cried out this time, loud and strong. He looked deeply into Melinda's eyes. He came. Thick ropes of virile seed filled his mother, gushing into her deepest places. Melinda could practically see it filling her waiting womb. Every part of her begged to be pregnant at that moment. She wanted nothing more than to give her son a child, their child. As the last of the rapid-fire orgasms rocked her body, that one thought filled her mind.
They cried out together and kissed as, finally, their bodies' relaxed. Their mutual desire, far from sated, was temporarily appeased. Melinda smiled as she felt Marcus' cum flowing from her as he pulled out. She was proud of him for fucking her so well and proud of herself for taking it. She was his, now, marked in the oldest and most honest way. Words could lie, but the seed filling her and the look in his eyes now spoke only of true love.
They kissed and touched and moved together and apart until finally, they lay panting, spooning and naked on the soft moss, Marcus' hand holding his mothers and drawn up between her breasts.
This was, without a doubt, the best sex Melinda had ever had.
* *
Melinda knew, then, at the end of the last exercise, that it had all been for a good purpose. They were bound now together in a way that she would have been unable to describe. From two people, a new unity had formed. There was nothing that they could not face together, and no-one could deny them their love. They were mates in the oldest sense of the word, truly and completely.
Whatever psychological tricks and techniques were built into the exercises and the Resort itself, Melinda was grateful for them. She knew as she lay languidly with her son in the afterglow of their mating, that they would both return here, as many times as they could.
Melinda pulled her son close, intending to hold him, but he was already recovered, and to her delight, he rolled her onto her front. She got up on her hands and knees and faced the ocean. She was tired, so wonderfully tired, but she felt a new wave of wetness soak herself.
"Take me, baby. Like this. I'm yours now. Only yours." Melinda had trouble with complete sentences, her arousal was so perfect. She had thought once would be enough to sate her. She was sure of it, but here she was, eager and willing to fuck again. No questions about it, she was presenting like a bitch in heat. She heard her son positioning himself behind her, and waited, as patiently as she could.
"I love you, Mom. I don't want anyone else."
Melinda smiled to herself at the thought that she was going to have to convince her son to sleep with other girls. Not now, or hopefully soon, but eventually. She wouldn't hold him back from having a married life if that was what he wanted. For now, though, she was greatly pleased to be the sole focus of his desire. She looked out, watching the waves roll in the late morning light, and then saw a familiar figure waving to her.
Angela and William stood there, on the beach, watching them from a respectful distance. Perhaps in other circumstances, Melinda would have been upset to have been spied on, but they were in public, even if it was a little bit out of the way. And having their friends witness this moment, this second mating, somehow made it better. Also, it didn't hurt that William was clearly standing behind his mother, fondling her with his free hand as hers rubbed his crotch. They were enjoying it.
"Hey," Melinda said, "look who's...oh fuck...fuck, yes, yes, baby!"
Melinda wanted to tell Marcus, figuring he would be aroused by their audience as well, but he had been busy. His thrust inside of her had caught her by surprise, and its smooth speed had been forceful but not painful. He knew. He understood. He could give her what she needed.
Melinda felt her son's strong hands on her flanks, and he began to fuck her. This wasn't making love, not really, although there was love in it. Before had been a bonding, but this was a taking. Melinda eagerly pushed back into him, giving all of herself. He knew that she was his caregiver, but that she needed strength as well, a real partner, and someone who would, on occasion, be her master.
"Arch your back," Marcus commanded. Melinda was stunned at the confidence in her son's voice. It was intoxicating, and for a moment she didn't react, instead letting her son fuck her harder and harder. A harsh spank on her rear brought her back to the present, and she arched her back, obedient immediately. Melinda moaned as she felt her son penetrate her even more deeply.
"That's it, Mom, you're taking me so well," Marcus said, still in that firm voice while gently stroking her back, rewarding her prompt obedience. God, she would do anything he told her to if he spoke like that. Her son was downright dangerous.
Melinda groaned as her son took her with increasing ferocity. He was so strong and felt impossibly hard inside of her. It was almost too much. It was too much. She moaned, and dropped, almost exhausted, unto her elbows, her head sinking to the cool moss. Never did it occur to her to ask her son to be gentler, or to stop. Even if it had, she wouldn't have.
Melinda felt it building inside of her, a great wave, much more than she had felt in years. Maybe more than she had felt ever. It scared her as she felt herself lose control. She cried out and sobbed, her body arched and tensed, and her eyes rolled back. This wasn't an orgasm, it was a riptide, an undercurrent that seized her and pulled her deep, deep below the surface. She couldn't breathe or think or see. She knew her son was fucking her into this place, she knew that he wouldn't stop until he was done with her. She felt like she was dying, and she wanted this sensation to go on forever.
Marcus came then, filling her again, and his mother's pussy milked him in the midst of his orgasm. Melinda wanted his seed and his child. She wanted it so badly at that moment. Perhaps it was a bad idea, and it was unlikely that they would conceive, but she wanted to give her son everything and every part of her, and she wanted their love to bear fruit. Amid this intensity of feeling, Melinda lost herself and fell unconscious.
Melinda awoke a short while later, laying on her side. She was at peace, totally and completely. She was also completely exhausted. She was aware that she was curled up a bit, but she felt her son's strong arm around her, gently touching her everywhere. It was neither sexual nor possessive, but reassuring. She felt content and worried that she had alarmed Marcus by passing out. If she did, he didn't mention it but simply whispered sweet words to her, and she felt more loved than ever.
They lay like that for a long time and reveled in the newness and wonder of their lives.
* *
When they arose, their friends had left, probably assuming that they would want to be alone after their lovemaking. There was something even more intimate about the cuddling after, and Melinda was grateful for their courtesy. They stayed nude, however, and eventually stood and went swimming for the first time that trip, right there on the beach. Others saw them and some watched. Melinda knew that she and her son were both beautiful together, and she was proud to be seen with him and proud to be his.
The rest of the trip was, in all ways, a honeymoon for them. They went scuba diving together. They took long walks. They ate and spent lovely evenings with Angela and William. Running through all of it was sex, of course, but it wasn't driving them the way the subconscious attraction had been. Melinda realized that before they had come to the Resort, there had been something there, between her son and herself, that was forbidden, unspoken, and tense. Their repression of it, and the frustrations of living together but being unable to express it had turned their relationship toxic.
The Resort hadn't forced them to do anything, but simply removed the blindfolds that they had been wearing. Melinda especially.
By the end of the week, both Melinda and her son were sad to leave the Resort, but they felt another emotion, too. An optimistic and straightforward joy. Even if what they had would never be accepted or tolerated, it was real, and it was theirs. They would find a way. They would make it work.
As Natalie and Angela had been before her, Melinda was grateful for all that happened, both the difficult and the easy parts. All were beautiful to her now, if not as beautiful as her son. A
s she sat on the plane ride home, holding his hand, chatting idly about the silliest and most mundane things, she felt the final piece of her life settle into place, a sacred contentment that she had never felt before.
They may have been leaving the resort, but they weren't returning home. Home was no longer a place, but each other. They were the core of a new family that rose from the ashes of the old.
They would last.
* * *
Home Safe
* * *
Melinda hadn't needed to file for divorce after all. Her husband had the papers ready and handed them to her a week after they had returned. He expected a fight, maybe tears. She simply smirked at him and reviewed the paperwork to ensure that he wasn't trying to cheat her or more importantly, the children.
As things turned out, he had been just as afraid of losing everything if his infidelity came up in court, so he'd made an equitable offer. She would get the house, he got one of the cars and just over half of their savings. Child support was offered, but Melinda did not assume that he would pay it. She was grateful that she worked at a well-paying job. Custody of Jessica for the next six months (when she would turn eighteen) would remain with Melinda.
Melinda signed, paying for her own lawyer to expedite the process. Maybe one day her ex would have a good relationship with his children, but at that moment, all three of his immediate family just wanted him gone. Although the divorce took months to finalize, he moved out the morning after serving the papers and didn't return except to pack his things while the rest of them were out.
Melinda realized that it was as if a great weight had been lifted off of all of them. Even Jessica, desperate for male approval and care, was relieved to be rid of an authority figure that she could not trust. She transferred all her affection to her brother, who she was already close to.
Marcus was, for all purposes, the man of the house now. He had sex with Melinda at least once a day, and sometimes more often, except when one of them wasn't up to it. He provided her with real emotional support, and they told each other everything. Well, almost everything.
Melinda was concerned about Jessica's happiness, but it wasn't time to discuss that with her son. For now, his concern was school, and her concern was supporting him. You supported your man, and you supported your son. When both were the same person, you would give endlessly of yourself without question. Marcus had already told her that he intended to stay close for college, and Melinda had been selfishly grateful for it. He could get a solid business degree at the local state school, though, and he would be around for both his mother and his sister. Melinda would work and save, and all three would work together to keep the household moving.
When Jessica had graduated high school and gone off to college, then Melinda suspected there would be trips and new living arrangements of some sort. At the moment, Jessica's well-being had to be considered, and both Melinda and her son put her happiness ahead of their own.
It was the shape that their new family took, and it worked, even if it wouldn't last like that forever.
* * *
Epilogue - Jessica
* * *
Just Over One Year Later
It was insane. It was sick. It was wrong.
But it was true, and she had to admit it. Jessica was jealous of her mom for the time that she got to spend with her brother.
Before the trip, she would have told anyone how close she was with Marcus, how he was fantastic and sweet and kind and handsome. She'd thought about trying to set him up with some of her friends, but that never seemed quite right to her, so she didn't. Her closest friends sometimes made fun of her, saying she had a crush on him, but it was just a joke. That's what Jessica told herself when she caught herself thinking Wrong Things. It was just a joke. Not real.
Marcus was a little shy and reserved, so he didn't date, and that was fine by Jessica. That was more time to get him to go with her to the park or the movies, or just to hang out together while they did homework.
Plus, he gave the very best hugs.
Then Mom had her family crisis moment. Jessica could sympathize. Dad was a jerk. More than that. Worse than that. He cheated on mom, over and over, and Marcus and Jessica watched things degenerate between their parents. Jessica tried to stay close to her mother, but Marcus couldn't stand it. He loved her too much, Jessica thought, to watch her allow herself to be disrespected. So he pulled away.
When he saw that Jessica was still their mother's confidante, he pulled away from her, too. It hurt, but she knew that he'd come back to her. In that way, the trip had been good for all of them.
Marcus and their mom had come home, relaxed, and obviously much more comfortable with each other. Dad had served their mother divorce papers almost immediately, which shocked but also pleased Jessica. Melinda didn't fight them, and he really expressed no interest at all in custody, which wasn't much of a surprise given that Marcus was an adult and Jessica was very close to being one at the time. And by the time the divorce was finalized, she was eighteen, so it didn't really matter one way or the other.
But her father had shown no interest in her at all after that. And Marcus, well, he was open with her, and friendly, and confident, and even more caring. The trip had been very good for him, there was no doubt. But he had much less time for Jessica now. He went to college locally, which was nice, but all of his spare time not spent studying or with his friends seemed to be spent with her.
It wasn't right, Jessica thought, for a young man to spend so much time with his mother. Then again, once she understood that she was jealous of their strangely close relationship, it forced her to face up to her own feelings and desires.
What kind of sister fantasized about her brother taking her on dates? What kind of sister actively drove away girls who asked if her brother was single? What kind of sister thought about her own brother while she masturbated?
Apparently the kind of sister named Jessica.
Mom and Marcus went to the Resort again less than a year later, and when they got back, Jessica blew up. She concealed the real trigger of her anger it as the second trip being "unfair," but truthfully she'd gotten to go to Paris with her friends the year before and then this year she was more or less promised a vacation anywhere she wanted since she couldn't go on that one. What she wanted was her brother and time with him. Even if she could never have what she really needed, at least she could be close to him, right? But that wasn't the sort of thing you told her mother.
Jessica had been so angry and said some mean, even cruel things. She'd hurt Marcus' feelings, and she felt terrible about that. She expected her mother to fight back, but she hadn't. Instead, she'd taken Jessica out for coffee. Marcus understood that he wasn't invited and watched them worriedly as the car pulled out of the driveway.
* *
While they sat together, drinking overpriced and over-sugared drinks, Melinda considered her daughter. She was beautiful, the spitting image of herself when she was younger. Melinda had been a looker then, but Jessica, with her more athletic tendencies and open demeanor, was more inviting and drew even more attention. Melinda decided to start the awkward talk with a tough question.
"So," Melinda said, casually, "why aren't you dating anyone? Does it have anything to do with Marcus?"
Jessica almost spat her drink out. She had expected anger or a lecture about proper behavior, or even a heart to heart, but not that. Suddenly Jessica understood. Her mother knew about her sick desire for Marcus. It was too late for her now. She'd have to leave home, of course. Oh god, would mom tell him? No...no she couldn't! At least they could still talk on the phone if she was gone, but if he knew what she would like then he would never want to speak to her again...
"God," Jessica said, "I know how messed up this must seem. I didn't think it was that obvious. I know I'm sick, ok, but please don't tell him..." Jessica felt hysteria building in her. She was usually a calm girl, more level headed than her older brother, but the idea of him looking at her with disgus
t filled her with a kind of fear that she'd never felt before.
"Take a deep breath," Melinda said, smiling gently, "no one is telling anyone anything. To be honest, I'm not really entirely sure what you just admitted to. If you want to tell me about it, I'll listen."
Jessica looked into her mother's eyes and saw only love and acceptance. She swallowed deeply.
"I, uh...this is hard. I'm...I'm in love with Marcus." Jessica felt her face flush, and her veins fill with ice. This was a bad idea. Mom loved her, yes, but there were limits. You had to protect your children from perverts and predators, even if one happened to be another of your children.
"I thought that was the case. Are you sure it's love? Not just a passing infatuation? He's quite handsome and in good shape. These things do happen."
Jessica thought about taking the easy way out. Her mother would believe her. Maybe. But it was a lie, and Jessica didn't have to think very hard to know that it was.
"No, mom. I'm in love with him. Like...love love. I have for a few years, at least, but I only realized it recently, I swear. I'm sick. I know it."
"Jessica," Melinda said, reaching over the table and squeezing her daughter's hand, "I'm never going to call you sick for loving your brother. Even if it is a bit...unorthodox. But I can't settle this for you."
"I know, mom! I need a therapist, or a priest or..."
Melinda laughed then, and it shocked Jessica. Did her mother really find this amusing?
"Jessica, no. I meant that I couldn't really settle this thing between you. Only you and Marcus can, and I obviously don't speak for him. After all, he's an adult. In fact, you're both adults now. I've felt for some time now that adults should be able to love who they want, how they want. If it doesn't hurt them or someone else, then I really see no problem with it. Do you understand?"