by Olga Menson
"Marcus, I very much would like to, but only if you want to."
"I want it more than anything."
"Good. But you still have to wait until the guide allows it."
Marcus laughed then.
"All right, but I don't know how much longer I can hold out sleeping next to you like this..."
"Honey," Melinda said with a sultriness that surprised even her, "if you need me, then tell me. Just because we can't fuck doesn't mean that I can't make you cum. You've had my hands and mouth, already, but I doubt you're tired of them. Oh, and there's always my tits, too."
Melinda didn't have to see her son's face to know that he was blushing furiously. God, how she loved making this man who loved her feel such desire for her.
"Goodnight, mom," Marcus said, cuddling up to her and laying his head on her bare chest as if it were the most natural thing in the world for a son to do. Melinda felt a new kind of peace as she drifted off again, running her hand through her son's hair. Not for the first time, she was both amazed and grateful for the many things that had changed between them that day, and her sleep was dreamless and peaceful.
* * *
All The Way
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When Melinda awoke the next morning, she was a little confused, but she realized why quickly. She'd fallen asleep with her beautiful son cuddled up, head on one breast, hand on the other. It was lovely. She woke up in a different position.
Melinda's head rested on her son's chest now, her own hand on his lower belly, with his hard cock resting on it. She felt Marcus' arm encircle her shoulders and realized that she felt safer and more loved at this moment then she had in her entire life. Was this how it would be? Would they protect each other in new and different ways?
Melinda couldn't imagine a better future and was eager to make it happen as quickly as possible, but she didn't want to wake her son. They were on vacation, after all, even if it were a very unorthodox one. So she decided to slide out of bed carefully. She made some coffee with the machine in their room, then put on a robe and went to sit on the balcony outside. The breeze was cool and bracing, but not chilly. She smiled and sat on the comfortable chair.
Melinda would let her son sleep, but she had three steps to read still, and she knew that she wanted to accomplish them all today if possible. Marcus had stated the previous night that he didn't know how long he could hold out without making love to her. She felt exactly the same way, and every act they performed on her made her waver a little more. Such thoughts always made her wristband tingle now, as well. She knew that she was being "encouraged" in her taboo desires, manipulated towards them even, but she also knew that the Resort wasn't placing thoughts in her mind. It was merely revealing the natural and often deeply repressed attraction between her and Marcus. If there was tinder buried deep within them, it was a fire now and needed little to fuel it. She wanted to follow the guide all the way to the end, but more than anything, she wanted to feel her son come inside her.
Melinda blushed at the thought, thinking about how different things were at the same time the previous day. She settled in and started reading.
Number 5: This step is not directly sexual in nature, and it may take a few minutes or hours. Ask your son directly how he is feeling. Whatever his response, listen and be supportive. If he says something positive, stroke his cock gently. If he does not, then stroke his hair and hold him. When he is done, he will almost certainly ask you how you feel. Be honest, even if you might feel guilt or shame at that moment. If he wants to cuddle or comfort you, allow him, and encourage him to play with your breasts gently, or even finger you, depending on your comfort level.
Once you each have a good feel on the other's emotional state, you can make an informed decision as to whether to proceed. If you feel that either of you is too fragile, please stop and cuddle. Do not engage in sexual activity until you have finished this step. You are almost there.
Do not be alarmed if either of you experience extremes of emotion, including sorrow, panic, or remorse. This is natural, and it will pass much more quickly than you expect. It is simply your reaction to the changes in your relationship.
You are close to the end now, and you will quite likely find the next step to be the most daunting. You have by this point engaged in taboo activities with your son. You have tasted his cum and felt it on your skin. He has tasted your most sacred spaces and heard your most private fantasies about him. You are now closer to him than you ever have been, and should be commended.
If you do not make it through this exercise, do not panic. If you break down or otherwise feel any kind of emotional lock, asking your son to stop is fine. He may also require your comfort. It is not uncommon to start and stop multiple times before you are able to complete this exercise.
Tell your son that this will be difficult. Do not mislead him. Even those of you who possess unusual or outlooks should be aware that extreme emotional response may be likely. The Resort, presentation, guide, wristbands, your room, and even the font this guide is written in are carefully chosen and designed to evoke specific responses from you and your new lover. Do not underestimate them.
Take your son and have him lay his head in your lap. Tell him that this will not be a sexual event. Warn him that you may feel some intense things and that it isn't his fault.
Imagine yourself separated from your son. Think of that feeling, the deep and aching loss that you may have felt in the past when people you know have died, or relationships have ended. Hold that feeling. Do not allow your son to comfort you.
Once you have the image clearly, think about the potential impact of what you have done with your son. Explain to him why you wouldn't have done this with him before this event. Tell him all the reasons that you can think of that what you have done is ill-advised and a bad idea. Be thorough. If he looks concerned, reassure him that you are doing this because it is necessary rather than being something you want to say.
At this point, pause. Do not ask what your son is feeling, but instead look at him. If he looks distressed, ask him if he can think of any reasons why a sexual and romantic relationship with his mother is a bad idea. If he says that he can't come up with anything, push him. He will want to please you and be with you, and he may regard this as sabotaging your relationship. If he continues to resist, instruct him firmly, as his mother, to tell you the truth. If he resists then, tell him you are ending the exercise and that you will continue when he is ready. At this point, he will most likely open up and give at least one reason that you had not thought of.
Now, consider what you have just said in the context of all the decisions that you have already made so thoughtlessly. There is an image in your imagination. You did not intentionally put it there, and you most likely have been resisting even considering it, but it will rise now. You will be powerless to stop it.
Imagine the most likely worst-case scenario, specific to your relationship. This will be a combination of fears you had before you arrived and the real potential consequences of what you have done since then. It will involve you being separated permanently from your son. It may include many other legal, social, familial, psychological, or even fatal consequences. You will explain this imaginary scenario to your son. You will go step by step through it, and will not stop until this fictional future has played out entirely to its awful and perhaps final ending in your mind.
As you do this, remember that you are the mature one. You are the parent. You have the true power here, even if your son is sexually dominant with you. You know this to be true. If anything happens to him as a result of your activities here, it will be your fault.
Once you have explained the entire scenario to your son, proceed immediately to the next exercise.
Melinda had started her morning with confidence and optimism, but this...this had ruined her good mood. Even as she read the instructions, she could clearly see a variety of scenarios and situations, each more nightmarish than the last, pass through her mind. Always a worrier by
nature, Melinda broke out in a cold sweat in the gentle breeze. Could she do this with her son?
Even worse, was what the exercise suggesting true? Had Melinda truly gone too far? Were there secret consequences waiting for them both? She'd never been this happy in her life. She knew in her heart that she didn't deserve it. But Marcus did. Had she ruined his life with her thoughtless desires?
Melinda's heart raced, and she knew that a panic attack was hitting her. It was far from the first that she'd ever experienced. She sat there, in the breeze of this perfect place, and cried for a few minutes. First in despair and shame, but then in relief as her terror faded. She breathed slowly, and her mind began to quiet.
The images Melinda had seen were not all real possibilities, but some were. Those would have to be avoided at all costs. And how could you avoid them if you didn't know what they were? She vowed to engage in the exercise with Marcus this morning. She would be there for him afterward, if not during. She would teach him and guide him in this as she had her whole life.
Melinda would not give up on this new kind of love due to fear. She read on.
Number 6: This exercise is about comfort and pleasure. Take a deep breath. You have seen the worst possible case, and you have realized that your new relationship outweighs any risks. You know that you will have safe places like the Resort where you can be yourselves. You know that in the end, your love will prevail.
Lay beside each other in a comfortable place for both of you. It does not need to be private. Engage in lighter, supportive conversation. Look in each other's eyes and then, after a bit, begin to kiss. As things naturally intensify, use your hand to pleasure your son and request that he do the same for you. Do so until both of you have achieved release. You will both likely need to clean up afterward but resist the urge to do so. If you have his seed on you, ask yourself if it feels right or wrong? If it arouses you, tell your son. Remember that you are his, and it is natural to mark what belongs to you. Remember that he is yours and that it is natural to be protective of what belongs to you.
This was more like it, Melinda thought. Comfort and love and kindness. She read ahead eagerly.
Number 7: If you have reached this point, congratulations are in order. The last step may prove to be difficult, but it should also feel like a natural evolution of your new relationship with your son. When you are done, you will understand why all of this was necessary.
The final step is making love. You may do this in public or private, harshly, or tenderly. There are a few restrictions. You must follow the following rules, or else your bonding experience will be incomplete, and your son may be at risk with pair-bonding with another woman. This is not idle speculation, but a direct consequence of his current mental state.
You must discuss what and where you will perform the act, as well as at least a few details about it. This might change in the moment, and that is fine. The important thing is that you have a conversation. Be graphic with each other. Make sure that the image of the two of you consummating is in your mind before intercourse.
Once you begin the act, do not stop. If you are interrupted, start again as soon as possible. Do not allow your son to have sex with another woman until you have brought him to orgasm inside of you.
Your orgasm and pleasure are essential. That being said, in this case, it is far more vital that you feel your son's raw seed spill inside of you. You must have completely unprotected sex. If you are on any sort of birth control, do not tell your son. This is the one and only necessary deception of this process. If it is a pill or something that you can stop taking, do so. You must create as much risk of pregnancy as possible, drawing out as much of your son's cum inside you as you can. Remember that you are probably fertile. Remember that you could end up carrying your own son's child. Think about how this makes you feel before making love with your son.
This is more than sex or making love. This is beyond even a marriage. This is a primal mating and will invoke the desperate passions of your ancestors when suitable breeding partners from outside the family unit were not available. This is the final pair-bonding you need to be free of society's lies and expectations.
When you are complete, you are free to explore your new relationship. You can repeat exercises to recreate emotional states or simply because you enjoy them, but do not feel obligated. If you choose to return to the Resort at a later date, advanced courses are available.
Thank you for being such a good mother to your son. He is lucky to have you as a partner, mate, and lover.
Melinda was consumed by a new image, as real as it was enticing. Marcus knelt behind her, nude and focused. He had seized her hips in one hand, and the other held her neck from behind. He thrust inside of her fiercely, and in her mind's eye, she could see her own body shake and jiggle under the impact. She could even feel her son's hot seed flowing down her leg. It had been so long, and she was filled with a desperate ache to be filled.
Melinda took a deep breath. They would follow the guide, and all would be well. Marcus would not be damaged for life, nor would she. They would get through these last steps, and she would make her son her...her husband. Yes. That was what she really wanted, in the end. Marcus was her ideal man in appearance, intellect, compassion, and maturity. Maybe he wasn't willing to commit to quite so much now or ever, but she could show what a good wife she could be. She just had to lead them both through the rough part first. She stood and went back inside.
There was no time like the present, after all.
* *
Melinda stood for a moment watching her son's regular breathing. Marcus was beautiful. This was an observation that she had made many times over the years as he had grown, but she had a very different point of view now. He was hers, but she wanted more from him. She wanted to possess him now, and she felt guilt over that, but not nearly enough to stop her raging desire. She smiled at the effect he had on her now, and let her robe slip from her shoulders onto the floor.
"Wake up, Marcus," she said gently. His eyes fluttered open, and he sat partially up.
"What's wrong, mom?" Marcus looked around the room, and Melinda realized that she must look at least a little distressed to her son, so naturally, his first instinct was to protect her. She would reward him today for his love. She would reward him every day if he allowed it.
"We need to do the last of the exercises today. I want to get through them so...so we can enjoy the rest of the week without worrying about them."
"Oh," Marcus said, suddenly flushed, "um, let me just go to the bathroom. I'll hurry back."
"Take your time, baby. I'll be here."
I'll always be here for you, she thought. Always and forever.
Melinda sat on the bed and relaxed. She felt beautiful this morning. Cute and sexy and in love. It was all thanks to Marcus. She would get them through this, just the way the guide instructed. After a few moments, Marcus came back.
"Come here, love, and lay in my lap, like you did before."
Marcus obeyed.
"How do you feel right now? About what we've done?"
Marcus smiled eagerly up at his mother.
"Great. I mean, I'm nervous, but I feel really good about this. I feel close to you mom. Really close."
Mindful of the instructions, Melinda gently caressed her son's cock and felt a wave of heat inside of her as it surged to hardness. She stroked it idly for a bit, but not in any serious way.
"How do you feel, mom? Are we going too fast? I don't want to push you..."
"No, you silly boy. I love everything about this and you. I'm nervous too, but its the good kind, mostly."
Marcus leaned up then and kissed his mother on the breast before sucking gently on her nipple as he had done before. He squeezed it tightly between his lips before he released it. Melinda moaned.
"Naughty boy," she said, then giggled. She looked at her son for one moment longer, then her face turned serious, "All right, love. We have to do something. It's not sexual, and it's not going to be ple
asant for either of us. But it has to be done."
"What is it, mom?" Marcus began to sit up, but Melinda gently pushed him back down.
"It's words, love. Words and thoughts. But those can hurt. I want you to listen to me."
"All right, mom." Marcus' voice was a bit more nervous and small now. Melinda reminded herself that he was still a young man. She would guide him through the exercise. It was her duty.
"All, right baby. If we hadn't come here, I never would have done any of these things with you. I...I would have felt like I was taking advantage of you. In fact, I still feel that now, to a degree. It's a mother's job to raise her son, but not to fuck him. And that's what I want. And it's wrong. At least by many standards. What we're doing a is a bad idea. It could lead to me, or worse you, being arrested. We could lose all of our friends and family to this if we were found out. We could end up humiliated...or worse. We never truly thought about the consequences of what we've done. Although I take most of the responsibility for that. If anything goes wrong between us, we lose more than a lover or even a spouse. I...I would die without you, Marcus, and when romance and sex turn sour, it ruins relationships of all kinds. You saw what it did to your father and me."
"I'm not like him!" Marcus' body tensed, and Melinda caressed his chest soothingly.
"I never said that you were. You're your own man, but imagine how you would feel if...oh god, no. I'm getting ahead of myself. I've told you some reasons why what we've done is a bad idea. Now you tell me some that you can think of."
"Um, I can't think of any, mom."
"Don't give me that," Melinda said, just on the loving side of harsh, "I'm still your mother, and I said this was important. Please tell me the truth, Marcus."
Marcus sighed, but he nodded.
"I worry about...about what might happen if Jessica finds out. Will she hate us? Or if it will affect our relationship. You know, because we have this secret, and we're close now? We won't mean to, but we'll exclude her. I think about her being alone or resentful of us and...it hurts, mom."
