POV: Claire

I knew Jack had sex with his mom, and I didn't even know if I should say a word. All the while, his mom knew Jack and I just had sex in his bedroom. I felt the tension, and I was waiting for her to grill us.

We just ate the meal she cooked for us, and I knew there was no way I was getting out of there without being grilled. Anyway, Jack and I shot each other looks, and even kissed each other. I didn't know if Molly felt I was stealing him away, but he still called me back.

"So, you two are together then?"

"Yes, Mom."

She looked at me, and I took a deep breath. "We're both consenting adults."

"I know that. You broke up with him before because you didn't want to have sex. You felt you weren't ready, or just not interested. Like an hour after he calls you, I find you two naked in his bed. Yes, it's okay if there wasn't any foul play. You're completely allowed to have sex with my son, and I want you to if you want to be with him, though. He's already admitted that he loves you, and you love him. So, I don't have any issues if you want to be with him, Claire. He just means everything to me, that's all," she told me, before feeling my hand. "If you love him, and he loves you, then you've earned my love too. I want my son to be happy, that's all. As you might have guessed, my marriage isn't perfect."

'Well, you've fucked your son, so I can see that,' I thought, before pecking her cheek. "Okay, thank you."

"I never had a daughter, so if you get serious, then it'll feel like I do, I guess. So, I just want to know, are you serious then?"

"Um, yes, Mom."

"Okay, cool. Are you planning on sleeping over then? You can give him a ride to work tomorrow, too, and give being a real couple a trial run. Are you two up for that?"

"Yes, Molly, we think so. Just let us have some time, though. We're both not going to be perfect, or up for everything right away. You didn't watch us have sex, did you?"

"Why, was I supposed to?"

I felt my face with both hands. "Um, no, but you knew we did it."

"Well, you had the door shut, you just got back together, and there was some creaking. I put the pieces together, and you didn't even deny it."

"Point taken."

"Okay, I don't want to make you uncomfortable," she said, before pecking my forehead. "You have your space, I'll promise you that, but be good to him."

I nodded and kissed him. Then she left, and Jack and I finished dinner. We made eye contact, but we didn't speak. I was trying to figure his mom out, but I was having issues. We got on one couch, and his mom sat down on the other.

'You're eyeing him, so yes, you two definitely have something going on. You were down on your knees sucking his dick. I know how big it is, but you're still mother and son. I'm trying to wrap my head around those facts, but I can't.'

After 20 minutes, Jack pulled my face to his. "Are you alright?"

"Yes."

"Are we alright to sleep together tonight?"

I nodded and kissed him. We stayed silent and watched a movie for a little while. Needless to say, we got a little frisky with each other. Even with his mom right there, he was getting his hand towards my pussy.

I laughed, but didn't stop him. I didn't think he'd push his luck much, and I was right. It was still nice, and it did take my mind off his mom. He just made me feel loved, and I felt the urge to take his cock out too.

I didn't push my luck either, but of course, I noticed Molly glancing at us. It nearly felt like she wanted us to try something, but she only had speculation from her vantage point. Anyway, that night, she kissed us both goodnight, and we went to his bedroom.

I felt a little nervous, but not too much. She seemed more than supportive. I wasn't sure what to make of that, but I just enjoyed it for the time being. I had amazing sex with him, and she nearly thought she was intruding by being in the house.

So, we officially became a couple that day. I slept with him, but of course, we had sex again before either of us went to sleep. After a few hours, I had to get up to go to the bathroom. I slipped into my bra and underwear just in case I ran into his mom.

I got in there and did my business, but after I was done and washed my hands, I heard a knock. "Yes?" I whispered.

"May I come in, Claire?" I heard Molly ask.

'You gotta be kidding me,' I thought, before I opened the door a bit more. "Yes, Molly?"

"I know it's the middle of the night, but may I talk to you?"

"Why now?"

"It's important."

I nodded and let her in there. "You're just in your bra and underwear."

"So are you, Claire," she giggled.

'Well, you look good, Molly,' I thought, before making eye contact. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing, I just really want to know: do you love him? I mean, like, really adore him and want him like forever?"

"I guess, I don't know. I just wanted him to know I loved him and wanted him to feel that we were together. I dated other guys after we broke up, and it just wasn't the same. Your son is different, I guess. He loves me for me, and I love him for him. I'm not planning on breaking up with him if that's what you're worried about."

"Okay, good. You are a ravishing young woman, Claire, and he is lucky to have you."

I took in a deep breath. "Do you know who he lost his virginity to?"

She immediately broke eye contact and shook. "I never met her. Quite frankly, I couldn't care less how fast he got into your panties or how often he does now. If you promise you're gonna stay with him, you're golden to me. I love Jack, and there's nothing I wouldn't do for him."

'Trust me, I know,' I thought, before hugging her.

"I love you, Claire," she told me, hugging me back.

"I love you too, Molly."

We bonded immediately, it seemed, when we cleared the air. Well, some of it.

Then we backed away. "I'm just really happy he has someone, and a beauty like you? Well, saying he's lucky is an understatement. With that said, I do mean that I want you to treat him right, but of course, I'll have him do the same. If you were willing to let him get you into bed so quickly, then you must have loved him because you dated before. Are you on the pill?"

"Yes, so he didn't get me pregnant. I'm not ready to be a mom."

She nodded and kissed my forehead. "If there's anything I can do to help you two out in any way, please tell me. My husband has been warned not to neglect me, but does anyway. Hence, he's not here now. At least you two are getting laid."

'Did you want to fuck your son?'

"I'll let you go back to sleep now, and feel free to crash here as much as you like. I want to give you as much time and space as you two need because I want you two to work."

"Okay, thanks, Molly."

She pecked my forehead again. "I wasn't kidding about the daughter thing, I'd love to have a daughter."

"I'll see what I can do."

"If you ever just want to talk woman to woman, or go shopping, you know, have some girl time, feel free to hit me up. I'd love to get closer to you, Claire. Who gives a shit what happened before? Let's look to the future. If you're in it with my son, then consider me invested, so just let me know if you ever need anything."

"Okay."

She smiled and went back out into the hallway.

"It sounds like you're dying to give him away, Molly. You still want him, don't you? You just can't have him, so you're more than happy with him hooking up with me," I theorized, before a gap. "That's why you didn't call me until today. Your mom is trying to wean herself off you, and you've been seeing her, haven't you? Have you been having an affair? It'd all be speculation if I didn't see her down on her knees in front of you, Jack. She was sucking your dick, and you were enjoying it. I can only guess that you want to fuck her again, too, don't you? I did spot you checking her out from time to time. She was even telling me about her husband not doing it for her. She needs to get laid, but has an affair with him to get fucked?"

I had no proof they were having an actual affair, but I was a horny young woman and loved Jack. I had to think about his set of circumstances. Needless to say, it was difficult to sleep, but it was easier cuddling with Jack.

Anyway, we gave being a couple a trial run, and I even took him to work. I picked him up, too, and we tried being together. It was different, but in a good way. The next night, I took her invitation and slept over again.

My parents were cool considering Jack was my serious boyfriend. Anyway, the next night, we were showering together. One thing led to another,and i dropped to my knees in front of him. I took his cock into my mouth and blew him.

"Oh, I could get used to this."

"You don't need another girlfriend, one will do fine," I added, taking a break.

I sucked the life out of it and made him feel good.

Although, then we heard the door open. "I'm sorry, you two, but I gotta go," we heard his mom let out.

I jerked a bit, but couldn't stop blowing him.

"Claire, stop sucking," he muttered.

"Dude, you're allowed to have sex, don't stop on my account. Claire is down on her knees for a reason unrelated to sex, right? Your girlfriend is giving you a blow job, Jack."

"Mom!"

I giggled and released his cock. "It's okay, she's right. We're gonna have to get used to having sex with someone else in the house, Jack. Your mom is completely supportive of us, so we'll be okay, but maybe a little uncomfortable."

"Okay," he said, pulling me up to him. "You have me hooked, so I can'tsay anything," he whispered.

"I know," I giggled. "And you love me."

"I thought that was implied by me loving you."

I nodded and moved the shower door a tad. "How are you, Molly?"

"Fine, are you two bonding well?"

"You could say that."

"Um, Claire, your boob is out a little bit."'

"Oh," I said, backing up. "Sorry."

"It's okay, but don't hog the bathroom; other people live here."

"Sorry, Mom," he added.

"It's okay, I'll forgive you," she mentioned, before rising. "You may get back down on your knees, Claire, I don't mind."

"No, I can wait."

"Well, goodnight."

"Goodnight, Mom."

Then she left.

"My mom is nutty."

"In more ways than one," I said, before kissing him. "I think she liked that I suck your dick, dude. Your hot girlfriend keeps you satisfied."

He nodded and kissed me. "It seems you're getting crazy too."

"Guilty, but we can spend the night at my house, too. My parents live there, but it's your call. Would you feel any better making sweet love to me with my parents not too far away?"

"I have no idea, Claire."

"Well, if we're gonna be a serious couple, you're gonna have to try it with me at some point."

He nodded and kissed me. "I'll do it for you. Yes, I wanted you, and it did hurt me when you broke up with me. I'm not looking to dwell on it, but it's true. My dad is a different story from my mom, but just promise me you love my mom."

"Do you have a special bond with her?"

"I guess, yes," he muttered, breaking eye contact and blinking.

"Is there something more to that?"

He suddenly turned around. "Um, no, don't worry about it."

"What, do you think I'm gonna judge you and break up if I hear something I don't want to hear?"

"It's more complicated than that."

Then I turned him back to me. "I won't push, but you gotta trust me at some point. You get to see me naked, sleep with me, feel my lips on yours and your dick, and to top it all off, you get to pop on my tits. I already made the mistake of breaking up with you once; I'm not gonna do it again, at least not without a damn good reason. I understand we're just getting back together, but still, we're serious about each other. So, we gotta put some weight on ourselves to prove it."

"Okay."

'Just tell me you like fucking your mom. I'm guessing you're not about to cheat on me, but you still want to boink her again. She eyefucking you too.'

"What, Claire?"

"So, why don't you take me to work tomorrow and pick me up. Then we can spend the night at my house with my parents?"

He broke eye contact, but nodded. "Well, if I say no, you're not gonna like it, so yes."

"Well, don't let it be that simple all the time, but okay. Let's go to bed now, and you can fuck me again before we go to sleep."

"You know, Claire, we don't always have to have sex; we can just cuddle and go to sleep."

"I know," I agreed, wrapping my arms around his neck. "What, are you sick of me already? You didn't get to have sex with me before, then I broke up with you, and let's face it, we both found out we missed out. So, we gotta catch up on lost time. We can slow down if you want, though."

"I didn't say that."

I laughed and broke eye contact. "You want credit for not wanting to do it so much, not to actually slow down, huh?"

"I'm sorry."

I kissed him again and turned off the water. Then I took his hand and escorted him out of the shower. We both dried off, wrapped the towels around ourselves, and went to his bedroom. I closed the door and turned the lamp on. We had some light, but not too much. 

We dropped our towels, and I brought him to me. I brought his hands to my butt, grabbed his dick, and pushed it on my pussy. All the while, we made out ever so slowly and connected again as we should've before I broke up with him.

After 3 minutes, I parted my lips. "If you only remember one thing from my mouth, remember this: for this to work, you just have to love me. You love me, and I love you. I never felt this way about someone else, and I'm guessing you never felt this way about anyone else either, right?"

"Yes."

"If we weren't getting so physical, would you still love me so much? Before you say yes, just know, I'll take it with a grain of salt."

"Yes."

I nodded and kissed him.

Then I sat down on the bed. "Well, you got your dick sucked in the shower, now lick my pussy, stud."

He couldn't turn me down, so he got down on his knees. He didn't tease me; he just went right to my snatch and let his tongue out.

I plopped my hands on his head. "Yes, thank you, stud. You must love me, and that's not a crime; in fact, it's encouraged. Get that cunt, and slather those lips all over. I love cumming, especially on a hunk's face. If you make a mess, don't worry, I'll clean it up for you. I can be a good girlfriend and clean up the mess. I know you're a grown man and can clean up yourself, but I'll do it anyway just for you. You're making me feel good now, so it's the least I can do," I rattled off, shaking and attempting to keep eye contact.

I felt myself cum before, but when he ate me out, it was just different, like comparing a cheetah to a turtle in terms of speed. I even shed a few tears and had to use his head for leverage as I felt the grand pleasure.

He kept his eyes on mine for the most part, but had to blink multiple times. I didn't mind that at all because it made him human. One who desired to make me feel good, even if I dared him to then. I had to jerk around a bit, but Istayed in place for him.

I gave him just enough room so he could keep his mouth on my cherry, and not have him hang down at all. He showed he learned something again and practically rubbed it in my face. I still reaped the rewards, though, and resisted the urge to scream.

He even got in between my lips, too, and made me pull his hair and moan. I knew that would make me attract attention, but I had to take that risk. Jack was too good to just stop, so I took the risk and let him keep going.

Nevertheless, I wasn't sure how long I could stay on my toes. I knew Molly wanted us to work, but on the other hand, if we pissed her off, that wouldn't be good. Even if they were sexually attracted to each other, I didn't want to make a wrong move.

Jack proved he was special and did, in fact, pounce on all my other boyfriends, including the ones I had sex with. So, I let him have his way with me, and I lived with the consequences. I took all the pleasure the best I could, and moaned more and more.

I felt sweat going down all over my body, and my heart was waiting to break free from my chest. I looked at him like I'd die if I didn't. I felt the love coursing through my body like a virus, and he was spreading the love more and more by the second.

He pushed my bush out of his way and went to town on me like he'd die if he didn't. So, I'd have to slap myself if I stopped him. He kissed my lips down there and made sure to suck in them too as if they were candy.

I cherished his sexual persona and wondered how I got by without him before. No one could make me feel so good and love me the way he did. Even after just a few minutes, it felt so much longer. So, he put in effort and didn't half-ass anything.

I saw him smiling somewhat from time to time, but he didn't say anything. He just kept his thrill going, but didn't try to go over the top. Just enough to make me love him, and not shove himself down my throat.

Although he still made sure to come up to me. "I love you, Claire," he muttered, before kissing me. "You have great booobs too, I swear," he let out, feeling me up. "They are perfect on you, I swear"

"So, if someone offers me free breast implants, I should say no?"

"Well, if it's not professional, then yes."

"Good save there."

He kissed me again and went back to my cunt.

"Oh, yes, you are some man to play with, huh? You want me? No games, just love and sex?"

He nodded, and then I happened to peek at the door. 'Holy shit, Molly?' I thought, before looking away.

I didn't make any sudden moves, but she did freak me out. I happened to notice her spying on us as he ate me out. I didn't know what to think, but I couldn't freak Jack out as well. He was busy making me feel good, but even if he had a sexual history with his mom, he may not take kindly to her watching us.

Even if he was just putting on a good show for me, it might happen. So, I did my best not to let her know I saw her. I might have to ask her about it later because she wanted our relationship to work, but I'd have to be delicate about it.

"Oh, yes, Jack, eat me out like you'll die if you don't. You love me, so please me as you see fit. You can see my tits, but you're looking right into my eyes. That means something, doesn't it? You want to give me intimacy and love, so you're in this for the long haul, and you're just trying to get some action off me. That speaks volumes just how you're between my legs, guys don't always like that, but you're doing it for me. The first woman you fucked taught you well."

I heard the slightest giggle from the door, but I did my best not to respond. He was too invested in making me feel good to hear her. So, he gave me his all, and I put on a good show for Molly. Whatever her motives were, I just accepted that she was viewing us.

I knew they had an incestuous relationship, so it just came with the territory, it appeared. I was getting deeper with him, and obviously, if I busted her, I'd be down there completely, or it'd end. I didn't want that, so my hands were tied.

She could see my boobs well, but not my cunt. Nevertheless, she got to see his ass and his cock hanging out, too. I wasn't sure which of us was her treat, or maybe it was both of us. Either way, she stood there and viewed us.

I just barely saw her stick her hand into my shorts, too, so she was rather turned on. Maybe she did like seeing me, but either way, I had to run a test. I pulled him up after a couple more minutes and turned us so she could see his cock.

Although he got close to me and blocked her view. So, I backed away and walked towards the door. As I did, I saw the door move a tad. So, I knew I spooked her a bit, but I gave her a reason to stay.

I had us stay right in front of the door, and I had to notice it was still cracked. I turned towards his dresser and held it. He got the message to fuck me from behind. So, she got a close look at us and clearly saw his prick.

He placed his palms on my buttcheeks and got his dick inside me again. He fucked me slowly and had his mom watch and masturbate to us. I couldn't see her, but heard a little moaning. Once again, he was sucked out and in his own world.

He held my buttcheeks and made me hold his dresser hard. It was getting hard not ot leer at the door, but yet, I even saw it shaking a bit. I was certain she was holding the door as she masturbated, making it move back and forth.

It didn't creak, but that was a good thing. She got to see him fuck me, and he certainly gave her a good show, too. I felt his cock moving in and out of me slowly, but at a constant speed. So, it was something, and I already felt my pussy taking the toll.

I fought like hell not to scream even if she was already seeing us. I didn't want to give him the impression that I wanted her to see us. In any event, I knew it would be a make-or-break moment for Jack and me, but I'd need to talk to her.

In the meantime, I felt the toll on my cunt coming on strong, and he showed no signs of slowing down. He even slapped my butt and reached for my tits too. He proved to love my rack, and it showed more when he squeezed my moneymakers.

"Oh, aren't you a sexy one?" I asked, peeking at him. "You like fucking your girlfriend from behind? Do you want my pussy to hurt?"

"Why, is it aching?"

"A little bit, maybe because of your big dick, stud. I should thank whoever you saw before me. Give them a fruitbasket or something."

"No, that's okay, I'm sure they'll get the message at some point."

"What, am I gonna meet your ex-girlfriend?"

"No, but..."

"But what? Do you think that if I meet her, she'll say something to put a wedge between us? Like you're still hot for her?" I asked, having him back away a bit so his schlong was visible to the door.

"Maybe something like that."

"No," I assured him, pushing his prick out. "You only need one woman, right?" I asked, taking his cock in my hands. "One woman to love you, suck your dick, and to sleep with too, right? I'm not into the 'Big Love' scene, but I am into making my boyfriends love me if need be. I definitely see some potential here. You're so much better when I suck your prick compared to other guys; you can hold it. I almost want to do it right in front of your mom, how would that be?"

He jerked, and from one second to the next, he suddenly let his seed blast out. He gave me one decent orgasm all over my stomach and snatch in the form of 4 shots. Each one felt a little better than the last, and as I knew his mom was watching, I made sure to milk him.

Then I made sure to let her see me, too. "Wow, you love me a whole lot, you got it all over my bush."

"You're welcome, I guess," he mumbled, before lying down.

"Aren't you glad you answered your phone now?" I asked, coming to him.

"Oh, yes," he moaned, feeling my leg. "You're as hot as I could ever imagine."

"Oh, is that so?" I asked, before wiping my tits off. "You never tried to sneak a peek?"

"No, of course not."

"You wanted to bone me, but you never tried to get a look at the goods? You've already proved that you're a boobs man. You never tried?"

"No, I swear."

"That's classy of you," I told him, getting over him. "Are you ready for more?"

"Oh, yes, Claire, I'm always ready for you."

"Then feel my jugs."

He listened to me, and then I had to peek at the door yet again. I noticed the door still shaking, so she was helping herself to a good show and pleasing herself as she did it. I didn't know why, but I still found it hot.

I was out there more than he was in her view, so I was a big part of her eye candy, and she seemed to relish it. I made my cunt thrust off his dick flawlessly, and he was eyefucking me the whole time.

So, if his mom liked seeing him satisfied, then she had an eyeful. All he did was prove that I would sexually satisfy him if given the chance. I still didn't want to get him into bed so soon that first night, but it knocked down all the dominoes, though.

Even though my pussy was sore, I wanted to keep going until I couldn't take it anymore. His mom watching made it all that much sweeter. Once I got him into my panties, I surely knew that not wanting me for so long did a number on me.

So, I worked out my sexual persona on him too, and he reaped the reward that it was nothing else. He even squeezed my jugs and seemed to try milk from them. That only made me thrust my beaver even more.

So, we had the legs coming off the floor, and it was making noise. Yet, he was feeling too damn good to care. I let my slit do all the work for me then, and Iwasnt sure if he could take too much more after cumming so soon/.

"Holy shit, I love you, Claire," he moaned, arching his back. "I do love spending time with you, and you are the perfect woman to get over my ex."

"Oh, is that so? Did you love your ex-girlfriend?"

He broke eye contact and shook. "Um, yes."

"Why didn't it work out?"

He stayed silent for a moment.

"Well?"

"It just didn't, so I was resisting for a while to answer your call."

"Oh, I didn't mean to touch a nerve."

"It's fine, Claire," he said, before kissing me. "You're the future."

"So, you're sure about me, and you wouldn't possibly want your ex back? Even if i was okay with it?"

"What, are you sick of me already?"

"No, of course not, but I'm a horny woman, and if you're committed to me, I'm willing to have some fun with you if you'd like."

"Are you suggesting a threesome, Claire?"

"We're experiencing each other rather well, and maybe we can experiment down the line. Remember, the time we were together before counts towards the time we have now. So, we've been together longer than you think, remember? So, if you're interested, let me know. We can talk to your ex together if you desire, and you can compare who gives better blow jobs. You'll be smart and tell me I do, but still, I can learn to lick a pussy and some nipples if it proves how much I love you, Jack. Let's face it, we're past me just trying to get you to love me; now we gotta get into super serious love. You know, when you want to marry me."

"You want to talk about marriage now?"

"No, but it is somewhere down the line, though. That's all I'm saying. We're not even halfway there, considering we both live with our parents, but still."

"That's a mouthful."

I nodded and kissed him. "Now, tell me what you think about that."

He couldn't answer, and he didn't even know his mom was in earshot.

"I think you're smoking hot, and I'd be lucky  to marry you, Claire."

"Good answer, now lick my nipples."

He went right to them, and I placed my palms on his head. "You want me, and I want you. There's nothing wrong with that, so slather those nipples and make me cum on your cock. Yes, look right into my blue eyes as I stare into your brown ones, you hunk. I hope your mom loves me, don't you?"

"She does, Caire. She doesn't like that she broke up with me, but you're good now. If you want to talk about threesomes and marriage, I'd check with her, liking you first, though."

"Okay, smart-ass. We can have sex and get along perfectly, but if someone tries to put a wedge between us, then that'll be bad. Once that happens, someone always has to make a choice at some point. I want to be able to suck the life out of your dick a year from now. Hopefully, I'll be able to do it for an hour straight, and you won't cum. Your mom has to be on board, though. My parents love you, and your dad seems to like me. I think your mom is still on the fence. I have to prove that I won't hurt you, but she doesn't seem convinced. Do you think she is?"

"I'm sure she is, yes, Claire. I'm trying to pleaee you right now."

Then, from one second to the next, I noticed the door opened a bit more. With his head turned, she let me see her. I didn't react, but shook a tad.

"We need to talk," she mouthed.

I nodded and continued to feel Jack thrill me. Then she suddenly closed the door. I couldn't be sure if she knew I had seen her before, but it was something. Jack sucked the life out of my npples, and made me squirm a bit.

It was hard to keep it together, but I did my damnedest. I made him move back and forth a bit, but he glued his face to my tits. He proved to be committed, and let his freak flag fly on me. Yet, I knew he was even freakier, and maybe I'd get his mom to spill it.

Then he suddenly shook like mad. "Oh, you're too much, Claire."

Then I felt him erupt again, but inside me that time. I couldn't be sure how much, but it was a good amount. I enjoyed it just as much as if he shot my hooters. I applied pressure to him as he did it, but he loved that.

Once he was done, I brought his lips to mine. "Well, we love each other, that should be enough, right?"

"Yes, Claire," he let out, before lying down. "I'm sorry, I gotta relax for a few minutes."

I giggled and got off him. "Yes, I'm gonna go to the bathroom, but I'll be back," I told him, before grabbing my bra and underwear.

I put them on and went to the door. I opened it and saw no one there. So, I went to the bathroom, but before I could close the door, she came in there with me. I took a deep breath and tried to keep my cool. i wasn't sure what was about to go down, but I was ready.

"How long did you know I was there?"

"Long enough, I guess. You were watching me have sex with your son, so-"

"You know, don't you, Claire. Do not ask me 'What?', just tell me this: tell me you're not gonna leave my son. He loves you."

"I love him too, and obviously, you really love him."

"You know, but please, tell me you're not gonna leave him. Even if he loves me more than life itself, he'll be wrecked if I make him lose you. Just please fucking tell me, Clare," she groaned, closing the gap. "Are you going to break up with him?"

I felt my heart rate increase, and I blinked a few times.

"I'm sorry, may I hug you?"

I nodded, and she wrapped her arms around me. So, I felt her nearly nude body again and felt she was serious.

"I love you, Claire," she told me, backing away. "I'm not a good mom or wife, but I love you. So, you're gonna stay with  him?"

"Yes, Molly."

She pecked my cheek. "I didn't mean for anything to happen, but would you just say you know if you know."

"You've had sex with Jack."

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "Are you judging me?"

"I'm supposed to say what to that?"

"Fuck, I don't know," she groaned, convulsing a bit. "His father loves me, but not even half as much as Jack loves you. It started right in this bathroom when he told me you broke up with him. I felt so sorry for him, so I got  out of the shower and hugged him."

"Naked?"

She nodded. "He liked what he saw, and his dad, as you've noticed, hasn't been around a lot. So, I let my heart and sexual persona get the better of me.

"With your son, though?"

"So, you are judging me?"

"Molly, I'm trying to grasp this situation. You were watching me have sex with your son, and maybe that day he called me and told me to come over," I said, before breaking eye contact with a gap. "I might've seen you two together."

"Oh, you gotta be kidding me, you saw us? I thought you just knew because of how I am around you two."

"I was looking for him, and found you two together. What was I supposed to do, run? I wasn't going to just suddenly want nothing to do with him. I wanted him, and maybe, just maybe... seeing him with you made me want him more. I still didn't know what was going on with you two until now."

"And you still want him?"

I nodded. "I'm not going to tell anyone if that's what you're afraid of."

"I appreciate that," she made clear, before pecking my forehead. "I was having an affair with him."

My eyes widened, and I shimmered. "You mean like an actual affair with your son?"

"Yes, sex, dates, intimacy, everything. His father bailed on me, so I used him, I guess. It's not like anything wasn't consequential; he always enjoyed himself. He lost his virility to me, and we bonded. I didn't plan on it happening, but after the second time we had sex, it was a done deal. Every time we had time alone, he fucked like rabbits. So, if you want to blame someone for him not wanting to get back with you, blame me."

"It's fine, Molly, I can tell you're serious and worked up about this. If I spill the beans, Jack and I are done, right?"

"It'll be a fucked up situation, yes," she made clear, taking my hands in hers. "I love you, Claire, and clearly you two click. So, please don't tell anyone. I just knew you must've known by all that ex-girlfriend talk. I'm not your competition, I want you tw to work. I haven't been able to have sex with him, but I want him to be happy with someone who isn't genetically related to him. I can't marry him, or have kids, but i loved being with him. He was such..." she rambled, before blinking. "You don't want to hear this."

"No, it's fine, you clearly need to get it off your chest."

"I can't count how many times we did it, but every time we did, it was just mindblowing. Whether I just gave him head, or it was an hour fuck session. It was just so hot to have an affair with my own son. He didn't have a lot of money most of the time, so I paid for our dates, but he always made up for it in the bedroom. He was never shy; he was just a fierce lover once I brought it out of him. Not that I'm taking credit for him making you feel good, but still."

"I got it, Molly. I could tell from the get-go that you loved him, but I still didn't expect you two to be involved. So, his father has no idea?"

"If he does, he's hiding it well. Jack always felt bad about it, even up to when we had break-up sex. That's what you saw that day."

"Break up sex, so you considered yourself his girlfriend?"

"I admitted to having an affair with him. Is that so weird?"

"No, I guess not. So, you ended it because of me?"

"That, and it was wrong to keep cheating on my husband. I miss having him like a fat kid misses cake; I guess. Oh, I had to watch you two have sex. I know it was wrong, but I did it. Please forgive me."

I nodded and hugged her again. "I love you too, for the record, Molly," I let her know, before backing away. "So, did you like seeing us?"

"Yes."

"Would you like to see us up close?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, would you like to see us have sex while we both know about it? Like in your living room?"

"Are you serious?"

"Are you serious that you want me to be with him?"

She nodded.

"What if I moved in here?"

"Already?"

"Maybe, but I'd like to know you're serious about me. Not that I'm implying something, but I'm keeping a big secret for you. Do you trust me and love me?"

"Yes."

"So, you want to see me suck his dick? Fuck me from behind, make sweet love to me, or maybe eat me out?"

"Everything if you're offering. I want to see him cum on your jug too," she said, moving her hands to them. "May I?"

I nodded, and she felt me up too. "You may feel my hooters if you want."

I couldn't turn her down, so I felt her up as well. "Wow, these are nice. He's let his seed on these?"

"Hundreds of times. It was his favorite place, Claire."

"Me too. If I know him, he wants a piece of you."

"You're not freaked out about this?"

"No, why should I be?"

"No, well, I guess I don't know. I just want you to love him and stay with him. I kind of want you to love me, too, Claire. I love my son way too much, I admit that, but I want him to be happy with someone. If that's you, great, but be the one who wants him."

"What do you mean, marriage?"

"Well, something, I guess. I just want..." she said, before closing his eyes.

"Do you wantyour own son?"

"No."

"Yes, you do, but you want him to have me on the condition that it works out with me, right? I get it, I've never been involved in an incest relationship, but obviously, there's something there. Does this mean even if I do continue with him, I'm gonna have to keep wondering about you two?"

"No, of course not, I want you two to be happy together. I've been talking to you about marriage, remember?"

I sighed. "Okay, but you have to tell him that I know."

"Okay, but you'll let me see you two go at it?"

"If that's what you want, then yes."

She licked her lips nd stepped towards me. "May I kiss you, Claire?"

"What, are you falling for me now?"

"No."

I giggled and leaned into her to kiss her. I didn't know what to expect, but I felt something with her. She obviously had a lot invested in me, but I wasn't sure if it was for the right reason. Then I stepped away and saw her smile at me.

"I love you, Claire. I love you and want you two to be happy. You can make him sexually happy, but are you up to keeping him happy living together and everything else normal couples go through?"

"Yes."

"Good, but before I leave you alone, I have one more question."

"What, Molly?"

"Would you object if I gave Jack my ring? I'm sure he'll get the message to propose, at least in due time."

"You mean the ring your husband gave you?"

She nodded.

"I can't promise I'll say yes so soon, you'd better make that clear."

"Fine, I will," she told me, before kissing me again. "If I'm freaking you out, I'd rather you tell me, because then I know to lay off. If you don't, you'll plan to leave in your head, right?"

"You're fine, Molly," I told her, before a gap. "I love you."

"I love you too."