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I tilted my head a few times to another table not far away. He glanced over and saw a family sitting there with several small children. Mark picked up his drink. "So?" he muttered. Then he waved me off, adding, "Eh, they’re too far away, anyway. Probably didn’t hear anything." I closed my eyes and sat back, slowly shaking my head. When I opened my eyes, he was still wearing that stupid smile. "What?" he said with a chuckle. I kicked him under the table. "Ow! Shit!" he exclaimed, though in a lower tone this time. "That’s better," I replied with a smirk.

Just as I was about to take a bite of my sandwich, a young man, probably about Mark’s age, walked over to our table. Mark seemed to recognize him and smiled, glancing at me nervously. I replied with a mild glare.

"Mark! Dude! What’s up?!"

But before he could reply, the young man looked at me, smiling from ear to ear. He gestured to me and looked back at Mark, saying, "This one of your sisters, dude?" And once again, before Mark could give him an answer, the fellow turned to me, asking the same question.

"You one of his sisters?"

Mark laughed, saying, "Uh, no, dude. That’s actually my mom."

His friend reeled back slightly, furling his eyebrows and staring down hard at me in disbelief.

"Whoa! No shit?"

Then he whipped his head around to Mark, but still pointing at me, and said it again.

"No shit?"

"No shit, dude," replied Mark, smiling at me. "That’s my mom."

His friend turned to me and still had an unconvinced expression on his face. I set my sandwich down and shrugged, placing my hands atop one another in front of me.

"It’s true," I remarked casually.

"...damn..."

I held out my hand to him and asked his name.

"...damn..." he mumbled again, then quickly came to his senses.

"Oh, uh... Dave," he said, taking my hand gently in his.

"Nice to meet you, Dave. Amanda."

"Amanda?"

I grinned, as he continued to shake my hand, and then turned my eyes down to them. Dave seemed to catch my subliminal message and quickly released me from his grip.

"How old are you?" he asked.

I gasped, raising my eyebrows high and pretending to be offended by his question.

"Ok, ok!" he said apologetically. "But seriously... how old are you?"

I picked up a napkin and wiped my mouth, still feigning offense. Then I dropped it to the table, replying, "Thirty-nine, if you must know."

Dave’s head jerked quickly and he said, "Damn! Really?"

"Really."

"Shit... I woulda guessed maybe twenty-nine! Maybe even twenty-five... damn... thirty-nine..."

I chuckled and excused myself to stop by the restroom before we left. A few minutes later, when I emerged, I found Dave and Mark standing by the doors, Dave with his back to me. And as I came up from behind, I heard him speaking.

"...she’s fuckin’ hot, dude! You gotta bring her around more often!"

I stopped in my tracks, when Mark saw me, and took a few careful steps backward. Dave seemed to sense something was amiss, based Mark’s expression, and turned around. I quickly resumed walking toward them and smiled.

"Ready to go?" I asked.

Mark nodded and pushed the door open for me.

"See ya, dude," he called to his friend.

I turned and smiled at Dave, giving him a friendly wave to which he replied in kind.

As Mark and I walked back to the car, he asked if I’d heard much of their conversation.

"Apparently more than I needed to," I said, fishing the keys from my purse.

When we were in the car and sitting at the parking lot exit, I asked Mark where he wanted to go next. He only shrugged, saying it was up to me. I grinned and pulled out into traffic, turning in the direction of the hotel. As we drove along in silence, I glanced over at Mark, who was smiling broadly.

Half an hour later, we were both sitting on the bed facing each other, our legs intertwined. I was gently stroking his erection, while he softly petted between my legs. I closed my eyes and tilted my head slightly.

"...feels nice..." I whispered.

We carefully brought our bodies closer together, closer until our groins were touching. I pulled Mark’s cock downward, brushing the swollen head through my pubic hair. He brought his hands up to my breasts, and then leaned down, taking one into his mouth.

"...oh yeah..." I whispered again, placing a hand on the back of his head and pulling him further into my chest.

By now, after endless hours of stimulation, my nipples were incredibly rigid and hypersensitive. I could feel every flick of his tongue sending shockwaves through my body. I dropped my head down next to his and began kissing his neck.

"...fuck me, Mark... fuck me again..."

He moaned in protest, as I gently pushed him from my nipple, and then turned his eyes up to mine and I smiled.

"...fuck me again," I whispered, almost begging him. I sat up slightly and moved forward so his cock could enter me. And when I sank down onto him, we wrapped our arms around each other, rocking back and forth, our bodies embracing tightly. Our lips came together and we kissed passionately for a very long time, sitting on the bed of a darkened hotel room having incestuous intercourse. As Mark kissed my neck, he mumbled softly, "God, you’re fucking beautiful."

I closed my eyes and tilted my head back, sighing happily. As wrong as I knew this to be, it felt so amazingly right, physically and emotionally. I felt as though I had come to know my own son so much better through our illicit act. I felt as close to him as my husband of twenty-one years. I knew him so much better now. There was nothing we couldn’t share between us, nothing we couldn’t talk about, and nothing more to hide. We had created a bond that would last a lifetime.

When our kiss broke, we looked into each other’s eyes and smiled, as if reading the other person’s thoughts. I gently bobbed up and down on his cock, feeling every vein and pulse of blood through them against my vaginal walls, and put my arms over his shoulders.

"This is beautiful," I whispered, giving him a soft kiss on the nose. "Am I as ‘fucking hot’ as your buddy, Dave, says?" I asked. Mark smiled. "Yeah," he replied, and then pulled my face to his and kissed me.

About an hour later, I was lying on my stomach with Mark behind me, straddling my legs and massaging my back. His strong hands worked the muscles of my back deeply. With my eyes closed, I sighed happily. Then my cell phone began ringing. I groaned and lifted my head.

"Let it ring," said Mark.

I wiped a hand over my forehead. "Might be dad," I replied. I sat up and pulled myself across the mattress to the nightstand, as Mark lifted his legs to let me go to my phone. I flipped it open to see who was calling.

"Yeah, it’s dad," I said. Then I rolled onto my side to face Mark. He was sitting back on his heels; one hand on his thigh while the other slowly stroked his cock. I rolled my eyes and shook my head. Mark only laughed. I quickly held a finger to my lips. "Ok," he whispered.

"Hey there!" I chirped into the phone, holding it to my ear. I turned onto my stomach again, facing away from Mark while we talked. As the conversation went on, I could feel Mark moving around behind me. He was moving up to straddle my legs again. I carefully turned my head back, holding a finger to my lips.

"Uh huh," I said. "Then what’d she say?"

I laughed, and then felt Mark’s hands on my ass. I reached back and tried to swat him away, but he was persistent.

"Well, I told her she could, as long as it was ok with you."

Mark started massaging my ass cheeks, and I closed my eyes and smiled, trying to stay focused on the conversation I was having with my husband.

"No way!" I laughed. "Really? That’s too funny."

With my eyes still closed, I began pushing my ass up. Just then, I felt Mark dig his thumbs deep into the crevice of my ass and spread it wide apart. His thumbs were on either side of my asshole and I didn’t even have to turn around to know how fully exposed I was back there. I quickly lifted my foot up, striking Mark in the back with my heel.

"Ouch!"

I whirled my head around and glared at him.

"Nothing," I replied, still glaring at my idiot son. "Just Mark. He came out of the bathroom here and hit his knee on something, I think."

Mark smirked and rolled off the bed and walked to the bathroom.

"Yeah," I said. "We stopped by my room so I could change and go to the bathroom. We’re about to head out the door now... Ok... Yep, I’ll give you a call before I leave in the morning. Ok... Bye... I love you, too."

I snapped the phone shut and tossed it on the nightstand. I dropped my head down, shaking it from side to side. When I looked up, Mark was still in the bathroom. I swung my legs to the floor and walked over to him.

"What the hell were you doing?" I said, standing in the doorway of the bathroom with my hands on my hips. Mark was standing in front of the toilet and, when he heard my voice, jerked his head around.

"Hey!" he cried with a laugh. "Jesus!"

"What was that all about?" I asked sternly.

Mark laughed and turned back to face the toilet.

"Uh... I’m trying to use the john here. Ya mind?"

"Well, I was trying to talk to my husband. Do you mind?"

And then I stormed back to the bed.

When he finally emerged from the bathroom, I was sitting up at the head of the bed with the pillows propped behind me and the blankets draped over my body. He walked around to the other side and climbed in, all the while with me glaring at him. He knew I was and tried to avoid eye contact.

"Wipe that stupid smile off your face," I growled.

Mark looked at me and, when he saw I wasn’t joking, his smile slowly ebbed.

"Sorry," he muttered.

I pulled my knees up under the blankets and dropped my head to them, wagging it back and forth. I felt him place his hand on my back.

"Sorry," he whispered. "It won’t happen again."

I lifted my head and turned to look at him with an expression of quiet exasperation.

"It’s alright," I sighed.

Then Mark moved closer, putting his arm around me, and started kissing my shoulder.

I closed my eyes and chuckled.

"Why were you doing that?" I whispered.

He continued kissing me, replying, "’Cuz you have a sexy ass."

I chuckled again. "Ya think so?"

"Mm hmm..."

Then Mark slowly pulled the blanket away from my body, and slipped his hand between my legs. I took a deep breath and laid back against the pillows, spreading my knees for him. He fingered me for a long time, and then I felt a single digit move down to my asshole. My mouth opened slightly and I raised my hips. My hand closest to him fumbled around until it found his wonderful cock. He was fully aroused. And when he pressed the very tip of his finger against my anus, I groaned, squeezing my hand around him tightly.

"You like that?" he asked softly.

I nodded. "... oh yeah..."

I pulled my knees back, as he pushed more of his thick finger into me, and hissed softly, clenching the sheets and his cock tightly.

"That hurt?" he asked.

My breathing came rapidly, and I nodded my head.

"Just a little," I hissed.

Mark slowly withdrew his finger and, when he was completely out of my body, I dropped me feet to the mattress and exhaled.

I brushed the hair from my forehead and opened my eyes. He had a sly smile on his face.

"You really do have a sexy ass," he said.

I closed my eyes and grinned wide, dropping my hand to his thigh and rubbing him.

"God," I moaned, a little embarrassed. "Gonna need some KY, if you wanna do that."

"Anal?"

I nodded and forced myself upright.

"Sorta hurts otherwise," I said, standing from the bed.

As I walked around, picking up my clothes to get dressed, Mark watched.

"Where ya goin’?"

I pulled a t-shirt over my head and looked over at him.

"Well, I didn’t bring any, unless you did."

"Any what?"

I laughed, as I zipped my shorts.

"Lube, silly."

Mark sat up, as if surprised, saying, "Oh? ...ohhhh... Ok."

I bent down to pick up my socks and sat on the edge of the bed. Mark moved around and sat next to me and watched as I put them on.

"Wanna hand me my shoes?" I said, pointing to them on the floor by his feet. He leaned down and picked them up.

"Thanks."

"So... should I just stay here then?" he asked.

I tied my laces, replying, "Oh, I don’t think so, mister. If you wanna do this, then you get to come with me to the store."

And so I sat on the bed and watched, as my son hurriedly dressed, not bothering with putting on his underwear or socks.

Half an hour later, we walked back into the room and once more removed our clothing. We climbed onto the bed, facing one another, as I held the tube of KY.

"How much do I use?" he asked.

"Doesn’t take much," I replied, removing the cap.

When I was ready, I looked down between us and sighed. Mark looked down, too, and then back up at me.

"What?" he asked.

I smirked, saying it would help if he had an erection.

"Not gonna make much progress back there without one," I said, shaking a finger at him.

He thought about it for a moment, and then, tired of waiting and anxious to do this, I squirt a dab of jell onto my fingers.

"Here," I said, reaching for his cock. "I’ll do it."

When the cool jelly on my fingers came in contact with his cock, Mark’s chest rose high, as he took a deep breath.

"Feels nice, huh? You like it?"

Mark grinned. "Yeah," he replied, taking another deep breath, as his cock slowly came to life in my hand.

We moved closer and I used both hands to lubricate both his long cock and tight balls.

"...It’s big..." I whispered. "I like that... nice and big for me..."

Mark’s mouth hung open, and he closed his eyes, as I carefully manipulated his genitals.

"Beth ever do this for you?" I asked softly.

He slowly shook his head no.

"Mm, lucky me," I said, and leaned down to kiss one of his nipples.

Mark groaned and said he was going to cum, if I kept doing that. I sat back, keeping my hand on his cock, and asked if he and his girlfriend ever had anal sex. He shook his head no.

"...she doesn’t like it..." he said.

I grinned. "Maybe you’re not doing it right," I said. "I’ll show you how. Just do what I tell you, ok?"

He nodded quickly, and then I turned around and got on my hands and knees. He moved up behind me, aiming his cock at my asshole, and then began pushing in.

"Ugh! Wait!" I gasped, almost laughing at his enthusiasm. Mark looked down at me. "Slower," I whispered. "Gotta give me a chance to get use to it, ok?" He nodded and backed off a bit. I laid my head and chest on the mattress and held my ass up high for him. Then I closed my eyes and told him to use his finger to loosen me up. A second later, I felt him gently invade me. I raised my eyebrows and sighed.

"Keep going," I said. "...deeper... take your time... let me enjoy it..."

Soon Mark figured it out and was a gentle lover. He worked his finger in and out, occasionally wiggling the tip deep inside, eliciting a giggle from me. When I felt like I was ready, he moved up behind me and let the tip of his cock rest against my anus. I lifted my head and looked back at him.

"Don’t push, ok?"

Mark nodded.

"Just let me push back onto you. It’ll be tight, so keep your cock straight and let me do the work."

I could see he was breathing harder now, as was I. His cock wasn’t small, something he definitely inherited that from his dad.

I took a deep breath and, as I exhaled, squeezed my ass out, pushing back onto his cock. I kept up a steady pressure until he began to crown into me. I gripped the sheets tightly and clenched my eyes shut. And when the flared head of his cock popped inside, we both grunted loudly.

"...aw shit, yeah..." I hissed between my teeth.

I pushed back more and felt him slip in a little deeper. Mark moaned heavily.

"... fuck, you’re tight... oh my God, that’s tight..."

I smiled, as the perspiration began beading on my forehead. But soon he was as deep as I dared let him go. We remained motionless for a long time, as my body became adjusted to this new invasion. Mark placed his hands on my hips, and I started to slowly move along the length of his cock. We moaned and sighed, and built to a faster tempo. After a few minutes, he stuttered, saying he was going to cum very soon. I told him to hold still and let me do the work the rest of the way. He kept his hands on my hips, and I gradually pushed myself back further. And when I was as far as I could go, I stopped and tightened myself around his length.

"Ooo, shit that’s nice," he said with a grunt. "Fuck, I’m gonna cum!"

I felt his hands trembling on my hips, and then his cock began to swell very slightly inside my body. I closed my eyes and dropped my head between my shoulders, moaning loudly, and then he released his seed deep inside me. I raised my head, craning my neck out far, and let my jaw fall, as he filled me.

"...ahhhh... that’s it, baby," I cooed. "Ohhh yeah... fill me up..."

Mark carefully thrust his cock in and out of me, ejaculating at the same time. When he finished cumming, we were both breathing very hard. As he withdrew his cock, I winced. Mark fell back onto the bed, trying to catch his breath, while I rolled over on my side to face him. And when he looked at me, I smiled broadly.

"How was it?" I asked.

He closed his eyes and smiled.

"Fucking awesome," he whispered.

I forced myself up and crawled over to him.

"Let’s take a shower and go get some food," I said, kissing his cheek.

By now, after nearly continuous sex for twenty-four hours, Mark and I were becoming physically exhausted. In the shower, all we did was kiss very briefly and clean up. And when we went to get something to eat, we opted for the drive-thru, too tired to trudge inside to eat.

Back in the room, we set the food on the bed and sat facing each other and ate, though fully clothed. I was feeling euphoric; like a young high school girl on a date with a wonderful and sexy man.

Mark and I sat facing each other, our legs crossed and knees touching, as we ate.

"You guys have sex much?" he asked, biting into his burger.

I picked up my drink and sipped on the straw and shrugged.

"Mmm... yeah, I guess. I mean, not every day, but often enough, I suppose."

"You guys ever get kinky?"

I chuckled. "Well, depends on what you mean by ‘kinky’."

"You know... kinky... anal sex... golden showers..."

I laughed out loud. "Gawd, Mark!" I exclaimed.

He chuckled, saying, "So tell me. I’m just curious, is all. What kinda kinky things you guys do to spice it up?"

I picked up a single French fry and, as I held it to my mouth, mumbled softly, and took a quick bite. Mark grinned and leaned closer. "What’s that?" he asked. I could feel my face turning red, and took a deep breath and looked up at him.

"He likes to watch me pee, sometimes, ok?"

Mark’s jaw dropped and his eyes shot open. Then he fell over laughing. I picked up a handful of fries and threw them at him.

"Jerk!" I cried.

When he regained his composure, he sat up, brushing the fries off his shirt, and smiled at me.

"I dunno," he remarked casually. "That’s almost kinda sexy." Then he paused and looked at me, staring at me actually. I was too embarrassed to return his stare, so I picked up another fry and took a small bite.

"You like doing that?" he asked in a more respectful tone. I raised my eyes, and then quickly glanced away, taking another bite. "Yeah," I replied softly. "Just something special he likes me to do for him. Nothing wrong with it."

"So how often do you guys have sex?" he asked. "Couple times a week?"

I laughed. "Well, no. We’ve been married for over twenty years, ya know. After a while, the novelty of seeing the other person nude sorta wears thin."

Mark gave me a puzzled look. "So you guys... what? You’re not attracted to each other? Sexually, I mean?"

I bit into a French fry, wagging my head back and forth.

"Doesn’t quite work that way, once you’ve been married for a while," I said with a full mouth. I swallowed, adding, "You know, it’s like you and Beth. You meet, you’re sexually attracted to each other, you have sex, and then you keep having sex until it’s not as exciting any more, ya know? Now you just have sex partly for recreation, maybe procreation, but mostly just to feel closer to the person you love."

There was a long moment of silence. Mark was picking at his fries and glanced at me. I grinned, taking another sip of my soda.

"And what is it with us?" he whispered.

I slowly set my drink down and cleared my throat. That was a good question. What was this going to become?

"Well..." I said, mulling it over. "I... I dunno... to feel closer?"

His eyes turned up and I gave him a weak smile.

"Is that really why we did this?" he asked, poking at his half-eaten burger.

We sat in silence for a short time, and then I reached out, taking his hand in mine.

"Mark," I whispered. He looked up. "I love you," I said. He tried to smile. "I know," he replied. "I love you, too." I watched as he picked up his drink and held the straw to his lips. I sat back and sighed.

"I’m going to be honest with you," I said.

He set his cup down and looked over at me. I nervously brushed my hands on my legs and pulled my knees up to my chest, wrapping my arms around them.

"Never in a million years," I whispered softly. "Would I ever had thought I’d be having sex with you... my own son." I turned my eyes to his. "Never," I whispered. Then my eyes drifted behind him at nothing in particular.

"I dunno," I said. "I dunno why I did it. I know that’s not an answer, but it’s the only one I can come up with." Then I took a deep breath and sighed loudly. "Ok," I said. "Yeah, I did it for the sex... initially. Dad and I have a good sex life. It’s wonderful. I love him with all my heart. But... I dunno... something... something changed between us, ya know? Between you and me. It’s like a door was opened. I guess I was curious. And it seemed like you were, too... so... so I stepped through it."

Mark was staring at me, his hands resting on his knees and clasped together. He slowly nodded. "Yeah," he mumbled. "I know what ya mean."

"But we’re still the same people," I said plaintively. "I still love you. You’re still my son and I’ll always be your mom. It’s just..."

Mark picked up his cup again and nodded.

"I know," he muttered and took a drink.

I could feel a dour mood slowly overcoming both of us. I reached for his hand and pulled it to me.

"Look," I said. "Ok, let’s make a rule. From now on, we’re still the same people. You’re still my son and I’m still you’re mom and that’ll never change, ok? We’re not going to let this adversely affect our relationship, agreed?"

Mark chuckled, but nodded. "Ok," he said with a grin. "Agreed."

"Ok, then," I said. "Now, the second thing we have to determine is what to do next."

"Whadya mean?"

I hesitated, looking down at his hand in mine, rubbing my thumb on the top of it.

"What I mean is..." Then I looked him in the eyes. "Mark... the door is open. Do we step back out and shut it and forget this ever happened... or do we keep it open like this?"

We sat in silence for a very long time.

"I dunno," he whispered. "What do you wanna do?"

Part of me wanted to say, we should shut it and forget any of this ever happened. But that would be pointless. It did happen and its memory would forever be burned into our hearts and minds.

"Maybe..." But then I paused, trying to choose my words carefully. Mark looked at me and blinked. "I don’t wanna shut it," I whispered, slowly wagging my head from side to side. "I like the sex, Mark. I like having sex with you. I know it’s sick and twisted, but I do. I like it so much. I like being intimate like this with you; feeling closer, like I can just bare my soul to you like I could never do before.

"Some people don’t have anyone they can share their life with like that. Some people get married so they can, but only have the one person. But now... now I have two people... Two people I can confide in... and love with all my heart, with no barriers between us... I love exploring this new level of our relationship with you, sweetheart.

"Yes, I admit, I enjoy the sex... but please believe me when I say I’d never cheat on your dad. I love him so much; with all my heart, I do. But I wanna do this with you... because I love you, too. I’d never go out and create a new love with another man, but with you... with you it’s different. The love was already there and always will be."

Mark smiled, and in the dark reached over to my face with his hand, wiping away a tear under my eye.

"I feel the same way, mom," he mumbled softly. "The exact same way... back when you... you know... that one night in my room?"

I nodded, taking his hands in mine.

"I couldn’t get that out of my mind," he said. "It’s... it’s like you said... that... that opened a door between us, and... and I was curious, too. But no, I don’t regret it. You said exactly how I feel, too... in my heart..."

I smiled and pulled his hands to my lips and kissed them gently.

"Thank you," I whispered.

Then Mark smiled and said, "There’s just something I want to say to you... just one thing, since we’re being honest, ok?"

I opened my eyes, still holding his hands to my face, and nodded.

"Say anything you want, sweetie... anything at all. No more barriers between us."

He shook his head and took a deep breath. "Ok," he replied. Then he looked me right in the eye.

"Mom... your movies really suck."

A smile slowly grew across his lips.

I sat there staring at him and furled my eyebrows.

"What?" I asked, wholly bewildered.

"Your movies suck," he said. "Really... they’re just horrible."

Mark sat back, and I slowly released his hands from mine, trying to make sense of what he just said and how it fit in with what I’d been confessing to him. My face was scrunched up, as I sat there staring back at him. And then he chuckled and reached over to poke me in the shoulder.

"What does... what’s that got to do with anything?" I stuttered, holding up my hands.

Then he erupted into a fit of laughter, clapping his hands together and falling over.

I quickly scooped up my fries, burger, and all of his, and in one swift motion threw the entire heap at him. He held up his hands defensively, and then I lunged across the bed, landing squarely on his body. We were both laughing, as I playfully beat my fists against him.

"Jerk!" I cried. He only laughed louder, so I smacked him on the head. "Asshole!" I exclaimed. Just then, Mark grabbed me by the arms and rolled us over, pinning me to the mattress. We tried not to laugh, but it wasn’t easy. But soon he slowly released his grip on my arms, and I brought my hand to his face, gently caressing his cheek.

"I love you so much," I whispered. "I meant every word I said."

"I love you, too," he replied. "And I meant every word I said, too."

We stifled a chuckle, and then he lowered himself onto my chest, his face only inches above mine.

"I don’t want this to change our relationship, either," he said softly, brushing the hair from my eyes.

"Good," I replied and pulled his lips to mine.

For the next few hours, Mark and I made love. Not sex, but passionate love. And soon thereafter, we fell asleep next to each other, cuddling closely.

Shortly before sunrise, I awoke and carefully walked to the bathroom. I flipped on the light and quickly shaded my eyes, stepping over to the toilet. I sat on the cool seat, resting my elbows on my knees, my head hanging down. There was a slight noise and I looked up. Mark was standing there in the doorway. Embarrassed, I quickly closed my knees together, covering myself between the legs with my hands. As he stood in the dark outside the bathroom, I thought I could see a gentle smile creep across his face.

I grinned and slowly sat up, spreading my legs and keeping my eyes locked on his. From my peripheral vision, I thought I could make out his hand slowly stroking his cock. I tried not to look, concentrating on my own bodily efforts. A few seconds later, I felt a steady trickle emerge, which soon became a strong stream. There was nothing I wouldn’t do for my son now. I said it and I meant it. Things had changed between us.

For the remainder of the morning, we made soft love in bed. So much had happened over the course of the weekend; over the last month. When I left to go home that morning, I felt a sense of sadness sweep over me. He wanted me to stay for a few more hours; just a few more, he pleaded. But I couldn’t.

It was a long drive home, giving me plenty of time to think over all that had transpired. When I pulled into the driveway, my wonderful husband was in the garage, cleaning it up like he promised me he’d do. And, although I was physically exhausted, even sore from having sex all weekend with my son, that night my husband and I made passionate love with one another.