“So, what do you think you’re going to do first when we get there?” Patricia asked as her car bounced down the gravel road.

“Wait,” Will said, grinning from the passenger seat. “Are you asking what I want to do or what I’m going to do? Because I’m pretty sure that those are two completely different things.”

Patricia chuckled. “Hey, you’re the one who volunteered to come along even though I made it abundantly clear I was only coming out early to get the lakehouse set up. You know as well as I do that if we don’t have the whole place ready for fun by the time your dad and the girls arrive, they’ll never let us hear the end of it.”

“I know, Mom. I know,” Will said. “But I’ll bet we could get everything done in one day if we worked crazy hard. So here’s what I’m thinking. It’s almost lunchtime, so when we get there I’ll make sure the well is working and you can set up the kitchen, and after lunch we can take the rest of day one off. Tomorrow we’ll hit it hard and knock out the list so we can enjoy the place a little before everyone gets here.”

Patricia thought about the offer for a moment. “It’s a deal,” she finally grinned. “But don’t think for an instant that we’re just going to spend the whole week goofing off. I’ve got a list as long as my arm of little things I want to accomplish before your father and the girls arrive next week.”

A few minutes later, Patricia’s car pulled up into the driveway, and the two climbed out of the vehicle. Will walked around the house, heading toward the shed where the well was located. Patricia grabbed her luggage, dragging the bags up onto the porch. As she approached the kitchen door, she spotted a note taped to the glass. Reading the contents of the message, Patricia immediately reached into her purse, pulling out her cell phone.

“Great,” she muttered, slipping the phone back into her purse. Opening the door, she brought the bags inside, deposited them in her room, and went back to the kitchen to set up. After a few more trips to the car for supplies, Patricia had the kitchen ready to go and was just beginning to make sandwiches when Will walked through the door with his luggage and the note that had been taped there.

“So, no cell service,” Will said, holding up the note.

“I guess not. And they only put up that tower a couple of years ago.”

Will sighed, placing the note on the counter. “I guess we’ll survive. Hey, I reset the pressure switch on the well. We should have water.”

“Thanks, sweetie,” Patricia smiled. “Now, go drop off your stuff and come right back. Lunch is almost ready.”

A few minutes later, Will and his mom were having lunch at the kitchen island. As soon as he took a sip of the water in his glass, Will’s eyes lit up.

“Whoa, Mom. Have you tried this yet? The water tastes incredible!”

“The water?” Patricia furrowed her brow as Will drained his glass.

“No, seriously, Mom, you have to try it.” As he spoke, Will rose from his stool and went over to the cupboard by the sink. He pulled out the largest pitcher he could find and started filling it. “It’s seriously the best water I’ve ever had.”

Patricia picked up her glass, looking at the water. It didn’t look any different from any glass of water she ever had at the lakehouse. It didn’t smell any different, either, she decided after a quick sniff. Raising the glass to her lips, she took a sip, and her eyes went wide.

It really was incredible.

“Oh my goodness,” Patricia said. “You weren’t kidding. This really is great.” The water had such a unique flavor to it. It was subtle but noticeable. Just a hint of sweetness and a smoothness that made it nearly addictive. In an instant, her glass was drained, and she eagerly accepted when Will offered to pour her another. By the time their lunch was finished, Will and Patricia had finished off a little more than a pitcher of water. They agreed that whatever changed with the water this year, it was a major improvement.

With their meal finished, Will reminded his mom that she agreed to take the rest of the afternoon off and announced that he was going to go hike around the woods for a while.

“That sounds like fun,” Patricia smiled. “Go ahead and get lost for a while. Take a water bottle in case you get thirsty. I’ll get my stuff unpacked and tidy up the house. Just be back by dark. I was thinking that maybe we’d play a game or watch a movie together before we go to bed.”

“Sure thing, Mom,” he said, grabbing a water bottle from the counter and heading toward the kitchen door. “See you tonight!”

With Will out exploring the woods, Patricia decided to make a little progress on her own goals. She unpacked her luggage, dusted the whole house, and even managed to read a chapter of a book she’d brought along. More than once she found herself heading back to the sink to grab another glass of water. For the most part, it was a relaxing, laid-back afternoon.

It wasn’t until about an hour after lunch when Patricia realized that her thoughts were beginning to drift. She’d just finished hanging up a few updated pictures of the family when she found herself staring at a photo of her son. Almost without realizing it, she felt her arousal starting to build. Will was such a handsome young man, she thought. He was strong, smart, and sexy. The kind of guy who could really make a girl scream in bed.

When she registered what she’d been thinking, Patricia shook her head, trying to rid herself of the intrusive thought. “Where’d that come from?” She wondered aloud. Sure, Will was good-looking, but he was also her son. Mothers shouldn’t be thinking about how their sons perform in the bedroom, she scolded herself.

Patricia tried to shake off the sudden feelings of arousal. She swept the floor. She cleaned the mirrors. She vacuumed the carpet. But as every minute ticked by, she found herself feeling more and more aroused. She did her best to ignore the feelings she was having, but she couldn’t deny it: she was more turned on than she had been in a long time.

Soon, her arousal began leading to dirtier and dirtier thoughts. By the time another hour had passed, her mind was swirling with thoughts about being fucked. Patricia found it hard to think about anything but sex. What she needed so badly was to be fucked, and hard. She finally stumbled to her room, tearing off her clothes and climbing into bed. She had to do something about this arousal. Maybe if she could get herself off. Maybe that would help.

As soon as she was in bed, her hands went to work. Kneading her breasts. Roaming her body. Stroking her pussy. Her mind was flooded with fantasies of being fucked. She thought of her husband. She wished he was there to pound her pussy, to fill her with his cock. She needed it desperately, she thought as she pumped her fingers into her pussy. She needed to be fucked hard, not with her fingers, but with a cock. A real cock. A cock like John’s.

Or maybe a cock like Will’s.

Suddenly, fantasies about being fucked by Will flooded her mind. She pictured her son, naked and on top of her, sliding inside her. Filling her up. She saw him grabbing her tits, making her groan in pleasure as he hammered her cunt. She imagined his lips pressing against hers, their tongues dancing as they rutted against each other. It was so wrong, but she needed a cock inside her, and Will’s cock was the only one around.

Patricia kept playing with herself, drawing closer and closer to orgasm as her fantasies turned more and more perverse. Finally, the woman cried out in pleasure as a massive orgasm racked her body. She shook hard, nearly convulsing in the bed as waves of pleasure crashed into her. For what seemed like forever, she just kept coming. And the whole time she came, her mind spun with fantasies about her son.

As Patricia gradually came down from her orgasm, she found her head beginning to clear. Like a fog being lifted, her thinking slowly began returning to normal. What had come over her? Why had she become so insatiably horny like that? Worse than that, why had so many of her fantasies revolved around Will? They were so wrong. So filthy. They were thoughts no mother should ever have for their child.

She took a deep breath, trying to clear her mind as she climbed from her bed. Her legs wobbled, still shaking from the intensity of her orgasm. As she gathered her clothes up and slipped back into them, she resolved to do better as a parent. She was probably just worked up because it had been a few days since she and John last had sex, she reasoned. Will probably popped in her mind because they’d been together all day. That was it. It was over now. She wouldn’t think about Will like that ever again, she promised herself.

It didn’t take long for that promise to be broken.

For reasons she couldn’t explain, a little over an hour later Patricia found herself back in her bed, intensely turned on and masturbating furiously once more. She tried not to think of Will. She tried to focus on John or anyone else. But no matter who she tried to fantasize about, she found her mind drifting back to Will. After all, Will was here with her. He was the only man nearby. He was the only cock that could give her what she needed. Once again, she found herself coming as she imagined Will drilling her pussy. Once again, she found herself feeling guilty afterwards and vowing not to repeat her sins.

By the time Will returned from his hike, Patricia had gotten herself off a total of four times. She had no idea what was wrong with her or why she needed to come so much all of a sudden. She hoped that it was finally behind her now that Will was back. Maybe she could put this all behind her and have a nice, normal evening.

At least that was what she hoped. From the moment Will walked through the door, her heart had been beating just a little faster. As she and Will made small talk, she felt like she could see something in Will’s eyes, too. A desire, just below the surface. Something he wanted to say, but couldn’t.

“So, what’s the plan?” Will inquired as he poured himself a glass of water.

“Well, I’ve got everything set up for a movie in the living room,” she smiled. “Or if you’d prefer, we could play one of the board games in the closet.”

“Let’s watch a movie,” Will suggested. “I’m not in a board game kind of mood.”

Patricia nodded, and the two made their way into the living room. Patricia picked out a movie and grabbed a blanket while Will got comfortable on the sofa. Once the movie was playing, Patricia joined Will on the couch, snuggling up next to him as they'd done so many times before.

About a half-hour into the movie, Will shifted, wrapping his arm around his mother and draping his hand over her shoulder. Patricia let out a little sigh and leaned into her son, enjoying the feeling of his hand. This felt so nice, she thought. Just Will and her, together, enjoying a movie in their summer Lakehouse. She was enjoying the sensation so much that she didn’t notice her arousal beginning to climb.

After a few minutes, Patricia was lost in daydreams about the last time she and John had made love when Will shifted again. Without thinking, Patricia leaned into him, allowing his arm to slip down further so that his fingers were resting on the front of her blouse, barely an inch from her nipple.

Somewhere in the back of Patricia’s mind, a faint alarm bell started going off, and a small voice inside her wondered if she was flirting with danger. Will’s touch felt absolutely lovely, and after all the fantasies she’d had about him earlier, she worried that she’d lose control. Will’s fingers were so close to her breast. Just one little shift and he’d be cupping her tit. For some reason, though, that thought didn’t scare Patricia the way she hoped it would. For some reason, the thought of Will groping her only turned her on more, driving her arousal even higher than before.

As they sat there with Will’s hand resting on her chest, Patricia’s fantasies started returning to the front of her mind. Fantasies about Will and all the things they could do to each other. They were so far away from everyone. Nobody would ever find out. Nobody would ever have to know.

By the time another few minutes had passed, Patricia was on fire with lust. She tried not to think about it, but it was so difficult to think of anything else. Without giving it much thought, she gently placed her hand on top of her son’s. As she felt the warmth of his hand under hers, she took a deep breath.

She was so turned on. She knew it was wrong, but she wanted release. Will did, too. She could feel it in the way he was breathing. In the way he was shifting uncomfortably. He wanted her as badly as she wanted him, and all she had to do was give him the signal to let him know she was his to take.

Patricia knew what she should do. She should get up and excuse herself before she did something she’d regret. She should get out of there and create some distance between them. This was her son. The boy she’d birthed and raised from a baby. The boy who was now a strong, sexy man. A strong, sexy man that wanted her as much as she wanted him. A strong, sexy man who could give her what she needed so desperately.

Before she could give herself the opportunity to stop, Patricia gently tugged on Will’s hand. She pulled gently, bringing his fingers lower and lower, until her entire breast was resting under the palm of his hand. WIth his hand in place on her tit, they both froze, sitting there for what felt like an eternity, their eyes glued to the TV screen as neither of them moved. Patricia’s mind was racing. Had she made a mistake? Had she misread Will’s desires? Had she gone too far?

Then she felt his hand begin to move.

Almost tentatively, Will gave his mother’s breast a gentle squeeze. That squeeze led to another, followed by another. Soon, Will had begun to slowly knead his mother’s breast. Patricia let out a little whimper, enjoying the sensation of her son’s touch. As Will continued groping her, the small voice in her mind screaming that this was wrong found itself being drowned out by another voice, a voice of desire. A voice that wanted more.

It didn’t take long for Will to build up more confidence. Before long, his hand was roaming all over his mom’s tits, massaging and groping them as she moaned and whimpered. Still hungry for more, Patricia pulled up her shirt to give her son better access. Almost instantly, his fingers slipped under the cups of her bra, taking hold of her titflesh and eliciting a groan of pleasure from the woman.

While Will continued fondling her breasts, Patricia’s hand came to a rest on his knee. Slowly, the woman slipped her fingers up inside the leg of his gym shorts and beneath his boxers, sliding gracefully up his thigh until she could feel the warmth of his cock on her hand. Patricia could feel her pussy tingle as she gently wrapped her hand around Will’s shaft. It was enormous. All she could think about as she slowly began stroking was how nice it would feel inside her, filling her up, making her come over and over as he pumped his seed deep inside her.

While their hands continued working on each other’s bodies, Patricia’s head pivoted, her eyes meeting Will’s. For a second, they just stared into each other's eyes, experiencing a mutual lust burning hotter than a thousand suns. An instant later, Will leaned in, pressing his lips against his mother’s in a smoldering kiss. Patricia groaned into her son’s mouth, her tongue meeting his in an illicit dance.

Patricia loved everything about this. She loved Will’s hand on her tits. She loved the feel of his cock in her hand. She loved the taste of his tongue in her mouth. Still, she wanted more. She needed more. Breaking their kiss, she rose up off the sofa, pulling Will up to his feet. As the movie played on, forgotten in the background, the woman pulled her son out of the living room. She guided him down the hall. She brought him into her room.

Finally, when they arrived at the side of her bed, Patricia turned back toward her son, giving him another deep, passionate kiss. As their tongues danced once more, Patricia took the lead, stripping her son’s clothes from her body. Will responded in kind, helping his mom out of her shirt and bra, then sliding her shorts and panties down to the floor.

Once they were both naked, Patricia broke off their kiss and gently pushed Will into the bed that she had only ever shared with her husband. Will lay back, watching with eyes full of lust as his mother climbed into the bed after him, positioning herself between his legs. Neither of them said a word as Patricia straddled him, lowering her hips and pressing her sopping pussy up against her son’s cock.

This was it, she realized as she began grinding her pussy up against her son's throbbing erection. If she didn’t stop now, there was no going back. Not that she wanted to stop. All that she really wanted was to experience the feeling of the cock she made nineteen years ago slipping inside her, filling her up and making her his.

Reaching down between her legs, Patricia took hold of Will’s cock, lining it up at her entrance. Slowly, she lowered herself down, taking him inside her inch by inch. Will was slightly larger than his father, stretching Patricia in ways she hadn’t felt before. Patricia let out a moan as she felt her son fully inside her for the first time. She’d never felt so full before in her life. It was so sensual. So erotic. So perfect.

After savoring the sensations for a moment, Patricia started raising her hips, bringing herself up until he was just barely inside her, then plunging herself back down. It was a move she’d perfected with Will’s father. A move that John loved. And judging by the grunts he was making, it was a move that Will loved, too.

After a few more passes, Patricia started riding Will faster and faster, bouncing on him with abandon as the two moaned and groaned. Will reached up, grabbing at his mother’s tits, driving her wild with lust as she rode his cock harder and faster. Patricia groaned. She could feel her orgasm building. She could feel her release coming. She needed it desperately. She needed to come. She needed Will to come.

They rutted harder and harder, grunting and groaning as Will’s mother savagely slammed herself into him. Will bucked against her. The sounds of flesh slapping filled the air, mixing with the unmistakable musk of their mutual lust. Patricia groaned. Will cried out. Bodies ground against one another.

Finally, the sensations pushed Patricia over the edge. She screamed out, wailing at the top of her lungs as her orgasm coursed through her body. Her pussy quaked, clamping down on Will’s cock as she collapsed on top of him. Patricia’s orgasm pushed Will over the edge, causing him to cry out as he erupted, blasting streams of hot white cum directly into the womb that made him.

For a few minutes after they came down, Will and Patricia didn’t say a word. As the fog of lust lifted from her thoughts, the reality of what they’d done registered with Patricia. She’d just cheated on John. She’d just fucked her own son. She hadn’t just fucked him, either. She rode him like an animal in heat. It was so unbelievably wrong.

At the same time, she realized it was the best sex that she’d ever had. Will’s cock felt so perfect inside her. It made her feel whole in a way she never had before. She knew she should hate herself, but as she lay there with Will’s cum leaking from her used pussy, Patricia just knew this wouldn’t be the last time this happened. She loved fucking Will far too much.

That night, Will and Patricia barely slept. Again and again, they found themselves waking up horny and full of desire. Patricia rode Will. Will climbed on top of Patricia. They fucked each other like animals, groaning and crying out in pleasure. Neither of them had ever experienced a night so full of pure lust in their life.

That lust-fueled night led to an even steamier day. When they finally woke up, Patricia invited Will to come shower with her, where she delivered her first blowjob to her son, savoring the taste of his cum as the water cascaded down their bodies. Later that day, Will ate his mother out for the first time, making her scream in pleasure as he lapped at her folds.

Patricia knew this was all wrong. She knew she shouldn’t be feeling the way she was toward Will. She shouldn’t want her son as badly as she did. Even so, she never let the feelings of wrongness stop her. If anything, they only fueled her raging desire.

“Oh, fuck, Will!” She screamed as he bent her over the sofa and rammed his cock into her over and over. “I’m your mother! This is so wrong. Oh, fuck! You shouldn’t be fucking your mother’s slutty pussy!”

As the week passed, the two shared more and more of their kinks with each other. Patricia admitted that she liked being tied up and used, which led to an entire afternoon of her being tied to the bed with the ropes only she and her husband had known about, while Will savagely took advantage of her body. Will shared that he had a major fantasy about breeding his mother, which resulted in numerous encounters where Patricia cried out for Will to breed her as he fucked her.

“Yes, Will!” She shouted one afternoon as they fucked in the girls’ bed. “Fuck me! Oh, Christ, put a baby inside me! Breed me! Breed your mother!”

The two could have kept at it forever, but they both knew it wasn’t possible. John and the girls would arrive soon, and then they’d have to go back to being a normal mother and son. At least when the others were around. Patricia honestly wondered if she could do it. Could she go more than a couple of hours without her son’s cock inside her? Could she even pretend not to be in love with Will’s cock and the way it brought her to life? She had to, she told herself time and time again. The only thing that would matter once everyone arrived was making sure that John and the girls never found out.