All day Saturday, my son Ron and I, played, sucked, and fucked in every way imaginable. After all, his dad was still away on business. He really hasn’t taken care of me for a long time now, and I almost forgot what it felt like to have him seduce and make love to me for hours on end. He wasn’t the virile, sexy man I married, or the hot, blooded, male, who took care of his wife first, and worried about his job duties afterwards. Nowadays, his job always took precedence, or so it seemed.

I awoke Sunday with Ronnie in my arms, with his mouth affixed to my nipple, just as he did when he was a nursing baby. God it felt good. I wondered what was in store for today, and what time his dad would be home was the furthest thing from my mind.

I guess it was around 3pm when we started fucking heavily, oblivious to everything around us. All of the sudden we heard the sound of his dad’s voice.

“Hello, I’m home,” then a pause. “Kandy, Ron, where are you?”

“Oh, God, it’s your father! Quickly, give me my sundress. Hurry, Ronnie!”

Ronnie nervously handed me the dress and asked. “What am I supposed to do, Mom?”

“For now, I’d say hide in the closet.”

“But, I’m naked momma!”

“Well grab your clothing, and while you’re in the closet hiding, put them on quickly and quietly.”

Afterwards, I took a deep breath, straightened my hair, checked my make-up, tried to calm down and regain my composure. I then opened our bedroom moved out and down the hallway toward Richard.

“Kandy, there you are. I wondered where you were.”

“I was… well… I our room lying down reading a book,” she lied.

“When I didn’t see you, I thought you might have gone out with Ron, or one of your girlfriends.”

“Oh, not really darling, you weren’t home, and I was really board, so I decided to stay home and play lazy today.”

He gave me a puzzled look and asked. “Uh, what does that mean, darling?”

“Oh, nothing… nothing really…” I stammered.

“You seem upset, what’s wrong Kandy? Why don’t we go to our bedroom and talk about things.” He walked toward our room, and reached out for the doorknob.

I took his hand in mine, and looked him straight in the eyes, “Oh, don’t bother, I’m fine.”

He entered the room anyways, looked around. The bed was a mess and the closet door ajar. He flashed me a surprise look. “Kandy, what on earth were you doing while reading, wrestling with the covers?”

I figured he felt suspicious, because he walked over to the closet and opened the door. There stood Ronnie, like a smiling like the cat that just ate the canary.

“Ronnie, what the hell are you doing in the closet?”

“Uh… I… I was just looking for something Dad.”

“Looking for something? Uh… okay… now what were you looking for?”

“Your tennis racket, I remember you put it there last week after telling me how you won your school’s tennis competition.”

Ronnie quickly brushed past his dad on the way out of the room. I guess he hoped his dad bought the story.

My eyes caught Ronnie’s as he ran past me, it was apparent he was afraid of being found out. I tried to reassure him by smiling, and remaining calm for his sake, not letting on that I was just as afraid as he was.

Richard bent down, and pick up my silk panties off the floor near the bed.

“I see you found my panties, darling.”

“What are they doing on the floor, aren’t you wearing any?”

I quickly put the blame on the dog. “Maybe Bruno got a hold of them again; you know how he likes to carry them around.”

“Maybe so, he does like to do that sort of thing, that crazy dog.”

I tried to act calm, cool, and collected. I watched Richard closely, and I had a sneaky feeling he knew that there was more here than met the eye. I bet he wondered why Ron had darted out of the room like that. I saw him glance around the room as if searching for evidence. He shook his head, stretched, yawned, and walked out of the room.

I looked around to make sure Ron was not within earshot because I didn’t want him to hear our conversation. I chose my words carefully and spoke.

“You look exhausted honey, how about taking a nap?”

“Care to join me doll?”

“Not really, I need to go start supper. After all we won’t do anything in bed, but sleep.”

“What’s that supposed to mean, Kandy?”

“Well, darling, you should know.”

“But I don’t know!”

“Let’s drop this discussion, and talk about it later Richard.”

“I don’t think I want to drop it Kandy. What on earth are you talking about?”

I reached out to him, and suggested we talk about this in the privacy of our bedroom. We entered the room, and then sat on the edge of the bed facing each other.

I knew that my attitude toward him had changed due to his lack of interest in sex over the past year. Especially now that Ron had been fulfilling that need. I felt like lashing out at Richard and telling him just how I felt. I wanted to tell him how he no longer satisfied me sexually, and how his damn job mattered more than I did.

His near-discovery of my incestuous relationship with Ron made me self-protective. However, when I thought about things, I knew there wasn’t a possibility that he would realize what was actually going on. After all I found it hard to believe that I was fucking Ron, and Richard was so immersed in his job he wouldn’t catch on….or would he?

I watched his face turn red with anger and then he shouted, “I suppose you think I don’t know you’re alive?