“What do you mean?”
Ryan didn’t answer. Instead he just said, “Fuck it,” let me go, and took my hand. “Come on.” He started pulling me down the sidewalk and I almost had to run to keep up with him.
“Where are we going?” I asked, but again Ryan didn’t answer.
We went to the car and he opened the driver’s door for me. I got in and buckled up, wondering what was going on, afraid that he was blaming me for the mistake I’d made. That he was embarrassed, and angry at me for luring him into something he ultimately didn’t want.
As soon as he opened his own door I said, “I’m sorry, Ryan,” but he still didn’t answer.
We drove out of the parking lot a little too fast, and sped down the highway, back toward our house.
Ryan finally spoke as he pointed, “Turn here,” there was a small highway motel to the right. I pulled in and must have looked confused as I parked the car.
Ryan leaped out and went into the office and came out with a determined look on his face. He pointed down the row of doors to “Number sixteen.” In a moment we were parked in front of room sixteen and out of the car.
Ryan was leading me up to the motel room.
I was just being ushered about without conscious input on my part. I truly believe at this point I was in shock!
He opened the door and went in, pulling me with him. Ryan led me to the bed.
“What’s going on, Ryan?” I asked. “What’s this about?”
A moment later Ryan had his arms around me. He kissed me, holding me tight and pressing his erection against my stomach, and I suddenly understood what he was doing.
I felt a little overwhelmed, but at the same time I wanted nothing more than to surrender to him, to give him whatever he needed from me, my whole self, my heart and mind and soul. My body too. I wanted him to take me, to possess me completely, make me his. I didn’t care that it was wrong, that it was incest.
I returned his feverish kisses, moaning lightly as his hands found my boobs and clutched them, running my hands through his hair. He started to pull my tank top up and I stuck my arms up in the air. The tank top came up over my head, then got tossed onto the floor. I answered that by taking his shirt off, revealing his smooth muscular torso. We ended up undressing each other kind of quickly, but carefully too; it wouldn’t do to go home in torn clothing.
We got down to our underwear before falling onto the bed. Ryan was wearing boxers and I still had on my stupid pink bra, with matching pink french cut panties. I’d bought them never dreaming that my son would be the first man to ever see them. Ryan’s eyes narrowed and there was obvious yearning on his face as he examined them, and examined my body in them. I was glad, and relieved; I’d been worried that I might look ridiculous to him.
Ryan practically ripped my underwear from my body, the bra first, then the panties. I was naked now, but I didn’t feel any embarrassment or shame.
He nearly ripped off his own underwear too, and for the first time I saw his cock. It seemed impossibly long and hard and thick; my little boy wasn’t so little any more!