The Strays

'Thank you for being such a gentleman,' Marie complimented and returned the kiss, then, 'do you still want that drink?'

'I think I might have had enough,' he confessed. Marie agreed. So had she.

'So what shall we do?'

'Let's just relax,' Rob suggested.

'Great idea,' she said, then kissed the back of his hand. She sighed.

Another perfect day...

7

That night they settled into the couch to watch a movie. Both had dressed down to sweatpants and a t-shirt being that the weather was pretty warm. Marie and Rob had chosen the movie from her collection, a serial killer thriller by the name of Summer of Sam. It was a long movie but with just enough to keep them paying attention, but before long, it was mum's turn to play little spoon.

They lay pressed together, again, fingers entwined. Without knowing it, Marie had taken her son's hand and rested it at the underside of her breast, mashing it there and holding it down.

Rob marvelled at how he could feel her heartbeat and how strong it was and wondered if it beat so hard for him.

Halfway through, Marie rolled onto her back, leaving them face to face. Her smile was so beautiful to him, with the depth of a bottomless ocean.

'Are you okay?' he asked. She nodded surely but her eyes begged a question.

'I was just thinking about things,' she tested.

'Like what?'

'Like about how you got a handful of my boob!'

She looked down and laughed when he came to his senses and pulled away. Instinctively he replaced it at her hip, resting on the prominent bone. She had great hips, he noticed.

'Sorry.'

'No, I was thinking how it's funny that I know you're my son, but it feels like we're something else. Do you know what I mean?

'Like we're more than that?' he asked. He felt it too.

'Yes!' she exclaimed. 'I've been trying to get my head around it. Somebody else is your mother. Your mother, the woman who raised you, will always be your mother. But you're mine!'

'I like that,' Rob said gazing. She gazed back. The lights were out, only the light and colour of the TV screen lit them up. Occasionally Marie's eyes would change colour and her face would change shape. She was becoming younger to him, especially in her profound innocence.

He was hypnotised by her evermore.

'I like you,' she countered.

'I thought about it too,' Rob then confessed.

'Oh okay,' Marie trailed off anxiously. 'What?'

'Kissing you!'

'I got a bit carried away, didn't I?' she said, inwardly chastising herself.

'I didn't stop you. I wanted it. I wanted more. Is that weird?' She was about to nod, not wanting to, hoping that he'd just shut up and kiss her again. 'Of course it's weird,' her son continued. 'You're my mum. Why do I feel that way about you?' Their eyes never left each other. Eternity passed.

Love and doubt clouded his eyes. That frightened her. Had she ruined her relationship with her lost son the moment she had truly found him? What were these feelings and where did they come from?

She was as lost as he was. They were both strays, left behind out of life's cruel circumstances, then bound together by a lifetime of yearning. What they felt for each other was unnatural in the eyes of society but so natural for warm blooded flesh.

These two souls had searched the nether all their lives without knowing it. Their hands met, fingers entwining instinctively once again.

'It's a different kind of loneliness, I guess, you having wondered who I was for so long and me having lived with the prospect of never having known you,' she finally grasped.

Their hands clasped together then. Marie's heart all but exploded. Her breathing was suddenly playing on his ears, shallow and somewhat trepid. Then she just smiled and it was beautiful, soothing and proud all at once.

'Does that explain where we are, though?' he asked.

'Maybe, maybe not, but I don't feel that it matters. What do you feel?'

'I feel lost and found all at once,' Rob said after some thought.

'That to me is love!'

'I don't know,' he shrugged. 'Well, I do know but should I feel this way about you particularly?'

'Why shouldn't you?'

'Oh I don't know,' he gave in. 'It's too difficult to fight. Who cares?'

She smiled at that, uncontrollably. The whites of her teeth unbound by her modesty, Marie Redgrave looked like a teenager to her son. And here they were, snuggled on a couch in front of a forgotten movie, talking about love.

'No, you can't fight love, or you'll just fall harder and hurt yourself,' she remarked and then her smile faded into something more careful and sober. A guttural sigh escaped her lips, her chest heaving momentously. She squeezed his hand and refused to let go.

'But what about attraction? Love is one thing...'

'I honestly don't know. Are you saying you're attracted to me?' Marie asked and patiently listened.

'It's impossible not to be,' Robert boldly stated.

'No it's not. But if you are, then...' She shrugged. What? Then what? 'Thank you.'

8

Again she wore her briefs and a light t-shirt for sleep. She didn't often wear clothes to bed at all, only on the colder nights. So she spent some time looking at herself in the mirror to make sure she wasn't dressed inappropriately; just adorable enough to be cuddled. And then she found herself gazing a little too long, touching one cheek with the soft flat of her hand and thinking of him.

After brushing her teeth, Marie turned off the apartment lights and headed for bed where Rob sat topless by the bedside table lamp. The duvet was up over his waist and there he sat with his mind plugged into his Twitter account.

It allowed her to soak in the view. Rob had a pretty impressive torso, not too built, but not at all skinny either. When Marie motioned to flip back the cover, she paused for caution. 'You're not butt-naked under there are you?' she asked, making sure.

He laughed and placed the phone on the bedside table, shaking his head as he watched her crawl in. 'I'm just really warm after lying on the couch,' he explained. 'So I lost the t-shirt.

'Oh I'm not complaining. Come here and snuggle your mom, you hunk!'

They met face to face, pressed together and entwined in each other's arms. At first Marie snaked her head around to rest her cheek against his, mumbling a contented sigh as she gave in to the bliss of feeling his warm flesh against hers again.

For a while they held each other. He smelled the scent of her hair and the shampoo she used-something that smelled of sherbet and oranges, he guessed. And she could smell the heat of his skin, like burnt ozone. It filled her nostrils and then her lungs deeply until she realised that she was breathing so heavily and pulled away.

And that was when that same loving gaze between them returned and turned her mind to mush. She lay with her head on the pillow and watched contently as he looked back at her.

All the while his hands still held onto her hips and beneath the cover they played footsy, tickling each other. Daringly, Marie ran her nails down his chest, along his breastbone and down to his abs.

'Oh that's right,' she chuckled as he shied away, 'I forgot, you're ticklish.'

She moved back in, grabbing playfully for his sides. Rob laughed helplessly, unable to defend himself, or so it seemed. When she was in close, literally smooshed into him, he reached around with both hands and grabbed two handfuls of her butt.

Marie's eyes widened then, stricken with comedic panic. 'I wonder who I get it from,' Rob said and tickled back, moving his teasing fingers up to her ribs. She became putty in his hands. And pulled in so close, the only place her hands could go, they went to.

Her hands cupped his muscular buttocks firmly, only to notice that the fabric of his underwear was so thin and snug that it seemed not to be there at all. The smoothness of it against the flesh of her palms and fingertips sent a strange shock through her, resulting in an awkward silence.

'Can I help you with something?' Rob joked.

'Oh, are these your new shorts? Let me see you in them,' Marie said excitedly, trying to avoid the need to cringe at herself.

Rob was suddenly nervous and a little more than apprehensive. 'No,' he urged, 'wait, that's...'

'They literally feel like nothing,' she noted, flicking back the duvet. She just had to see. And then she was faced with her son's snugly encased hips, crotch and thighs, the contours beneath the thin stretchy fabric clearly outlined and leaving little to nothing to the imagination; especially since he was now semi erect if not a little more. And he was big. 'Oh,' Marie gasped. He was really big.

'Sorry,' he offered, but was struck with disbelief as Marie didn't seem to notice. She ran a hand fleetingly over his abdomen, just above where the swollen outline of his cock began to tent.

'I knew you'd make these look good,' she said, almost infatuated. And when she ran her hand over again, closer, he no longer tried to stop her. The fabric was almost sheer. He could feel the sensation of her fingertips brushing against his cock and he was growing fast. And then just like that, she threw the covers back over him again to protect his modesty and she was lying back next to him, face to face, so close that they were almost breathing for each other.

Daring to, she kissed him quickly and lightly so that he could barely feel a thing; only know from what his eyes saw that she had, as she stared mischievously into his eyes. He kissed back in the same fashion and she kissed back and then he kissed back and again they were laughing into each other's shoulders.

Then again Marie felt that familiar touch beneath the sheets. Caressing Rob's face she pulled herself in closer and kissed him again, straight on the lips and with more conviction, as though some barrier had come down and none of her fears mattered anymore.

'Jesus fucking Christ,' he suddenly gasped. 'I really wish you weren't my mom.'

'Aww,' she cooed, 'why?'

He wanted to laugh, but if he did, god only knew what the reaction would be when he said the next few words. Nonetheless he gushed. 'I'll scare you away if I say it. You'll kick me out of the bed; out of your home; your life. You'll never speak to me again...'

'No, that's not fair. How do you know?' Marie asked, not so sudden to assume. 'What is it? I'm intrigued as to this big, terrible, dark secret you're suddenly holding back.'

Robert wasn't so sure. 'I don't know... Look, I'm really fighting the urge, okay?'

'What urge?' she asked, and then maybe the unanswered hit her right in the bulls-eye, or maybe she took a wild guess because she was in the same frame of mind. 'Like a boy urge? Are you uncomfortable with me here?'

'No, in fact I'm probably too comfortable.'

'Then just say it,' she teased.

'I shouldn't.'

'Why?'

'Because you're my mum,' he urged.

'And...'

'I want to have sex with you...'

Marie had never experienced such shellshock before. The moment her son had gushed those words it was as if an invisible force had knocked the sense and the breath right out of her. Now her ears were ringing and she couldn't find the words; only choke on the ones that he had said and to try to make sense of them before she suffocated.

'I'm sorry,' he kept saying, frightened out of his wits, and then, 'I don't know what came over me. I know I shouldn't have said it, I-

'It's okay,' Marie intervened, assuring him with a kiss on the forehead. 'Don't...'

'Don't what?'

'Don't be ashamed. I'm not. I get it,' she affirmed. And then she took his hand and kissed the knuckle, savouring how soft his skin was. 'I mean, I wasn't expecting that, but...'

'You're my biological mother,' Robert stressed. She hated to see everything come to this, to see him beat himself up in a panic. And whereas he didn't show it physically, she could sense his anxiety deep within, gushing out on every breath; on every word. 'It's wrong, it's stupid, how can you not be freaked out?'

'Because I feel the same,' Marie muttered, her lips barely daring to part. And when she said it, she could just about believe that she had, and that she wasn't imagining any of this. She was so overtaken by her own feelings for her biological son now that her body lay prone like a dead weight, crushed by the weight of fear, excitement and that awkward, static air around them.

He did a double take. He looked away and then snapped his neck back in her direction. 'What?' he asked and she was now building up inside to something so frightening.

'I'd love to have sex with you!'

Michael gasped. His mouth dropped wide open, his eyes unblinking.

'Would you like to?' she asked. 'Like, right now?'

Her eyes on him, her beautiful eyes, inside Robert reeled and beneath the covers he tented solidly and this was going to happen, big mistake or not.

'Yes,' he whispered, shaken to the core.

9

Marie propped herself up on her pillows, not saying another word. Robert's eyes were on her like motion sensors. For every tiny movement, from her own eyes and her silent pouting lips, to the rapid rise and fall of her chest, he was drinking all of her in.

And then she reached for the bottom of her top, peeling it upward over the slight curve of her belly, taking note of the shit of his attention to every exposed inch of flesh, until the underside of her milky white breasts came into view.

Marie smiled, not uncertain of the teasing action itself, but of his clear adoration and awe, suddenly leaping off the scale when she went all-out and lifted the exposed garment over her head and shaking her hair free.

Then she lay back down again, looked at him and curled her finger towards herself to beckon him.

'First let's try that kiss again,' she whispered. 'Would you like to kiss me again?'

'I'd love to,' he replied weakly, his own chest now heaving, flushing, his shoulders rising.

'Come here,' she invited, pulling him into her and feeling his bare chest settle against her soft breast. And then their lips touched in a light, tender kiss. And that was followed by more of them as they tested the warm calm waters, for the welcome threat of rocky waves.

'Mmmhhh!' That sound, an unspoken word shared between two hungry mouths, sounded again and again; broken only for air when they became breathless. Soon they were exploring each other with lips and tongues and playful fingers and short, sweet observations of youth and beauty were shared.

'I wanted this the first time,' she confided in him as he broke their kiss to play with her breasts and to suckle on their pretty pink nipples. 'I thought I was a monster for wanting that.'

'Me too...'

'Am I a monster?' she begged, gasping at the sharp, fresh, tickling tingles of his playful nibbles and the cooling of the air against his trails of saliva.

'No mum, you're too beautiful...'

'Then what am I? What are we?'

The air was silent again, the wetness of his kissing, licking and suckling ended and the butterflies in her tummy so far unsung.

'We're strays,' he said with quiet confidence. 'Lost and found!'

She rolled on top of Robert with a giggle, nodding in agreement, and taking him down into the pillows, balancing herself atop him like a little bird settling into its nest. The covers come away, she tore them to the floor frantically as he played with her breasts again and made love to her exposed throat with his mouth.

Her shorts were soaked through at the crotch. She could feel herself burning with fever inside, forcing all of her arousal outwards like water seeping away from fire.

'It's been a very long time for me, so I need to be in control right now, okay?'

He nodded his understanding, and his approval. Here was the epitome of the woman of his dreams. And now it was beginning to make sense. She always had been, even though she was his own biological mother.

Robert had longed for her all his life, all of his childhood and his further formative years, and before he even knew her or what she looked like, she was the girl he wanted to be with; the spark that caused his desire to catch fire.

Now his mother was grinding her sex along the solid length of his cock, separated only by their dampening underwear, and he was already fighting not to explode.

Such a sexy, confident smile looked down on him with a love that could never come from a woman unrelated. And when she sat back hard on him and gasped, she invited him to see what was causing all the fuss.

Robert followed her eyes down, past her gyrating hips, down between her thighs, where her camel toe was showing through so absurdly, drenched in her own juices, pulling the thin fabric deeper into the rut as she rode the outline of his erection; which was now so visible through the soaked fabric of his boxers.

'Are you sure we should do this?' she whimpered uncertainly.

'I'll never make you do anything you don't think you should,' he promised.

'But do you want to?' she urged.

'Yes,' he gushed.

'I'm still your mother,' as she pulled the crotch of her panties to one side.

'I know,' as she released his solid length; so impressive and standing proud. She took him in her hand, and that hand seemed so small and dainty all of a sudden. 'Oh Jesus...'

'And once you're back inside me,' as she positioned herself just over the tip and rubbed it deeply along the slickened crease between her labia, 'we won't be together the way motherhood intended...'

'Oh God, mum, what then?' Robert begged. 'I don't know what it means!'

Silence again. Marie floated there, holding him still beneath her and slipping tentatively into her pussy. She was dripping wet. Her hand was soaked. Her son's largeness was slippery. She couldn't hold him down except for one way.

The doubt in her eyes doubled, anxiety bottomed out deep inside and that lust she felt, on top of the incredible love she couldn't deny, forced her down onto him ever so slowly.

'I guess I won't know until I find out,' she finally said, frozen stiff and becoming impaled on him. In slow motion, Robert's hard cock sunk inch by inch into his mother's gentle, nurturing sex.

A duet of breathless gasps filled the air as she took him all the way and joined with him completely.

Just as she had when Marie rubbed herself up and down his length, she began to wiggle and rock her hips so gently, snuggling up to him internally and adjusting to his size and shape. Robert was already lost in bliss, and lost in her eyes. She herself was battling with the full immensity of what this was.

Incest! Taboo! The ultimate forbidden! The final barrier between a mother and her son!

'Oh god, mum...'

She flinched.

'Sorry, do you prefer...'

'Why pretend,' Marie supposed, now getting used to him and losing herself in the sensation of his hardness and her softness yielding to each other.

Every time she sunk down onto him, he returned through the circle of life to kiss the lips of the womb that made him. And every time she retracted, his strong, defined glans acted like a plunger and literally sucked the warm, salty waters of lust from her very soul.

And then she was riding him like they were escaping some terrifying beast out of the woods and into the light, only that light was her first orgasm by sex in so long that she forgot how sexual a creature she had once been.

Marie howled, whimpered, sobbed and held onto her son as she pounded her hips down into his. Already the sweat was rolling off her back and between her breasts and Robert was in heaven at the sight of her, ravaging him like they were long lost lovers.

'Roll me over and have me,' she whispered directly into his ear after meeting him in a breathless panting kiss, and when he did, still inside her, they continued to make out playfully in a warm embrace. 'The floodgates are open...'

Robert chuckled gyrating his own hips as he invaded her teasingly and sunk in effortlessly. She groaned, her eyes rolling back into her head.