The Forbidden Muse Ch. 01

[incest man]

Its amazing how common romantic and respectful incest are becoming
these days among rational adults. Now granted, this lifestyle is still
way under the radar, but Google the word "incest", and I guarantee
that most will find something that piques their particular interest.
Most would be amazed by how many in this world have endured the
undeniable incestuous cravings that pumps through their veins.

So take me, a 33-year-old single IT programmer, your average everyday
white guy who is still trying to find that perfect girl who can make
my all my fantasies come true. Most of my friends gave in and settled
for women who probably will never fulfill their deepest desires. I'm
glad I held out this long, but at times it does get terribly lonely.
While I don't let my looks go to my head, I do feel very comfortable
with my looks and what I can offer an open-minded woman. I work out
once a day to maintain my 6'2" muscular build, eat right and treat
people with respect and kindness. Plus I make a great living with my
job, and feel as if my dark Italian heritage will hopefully (someday)
attract the right woman.

The first hint of my own cravings came to me when I was 18 when I met
my first serious girlfriend, who was a drop dead twin of my beautiful
Aunt. I can specifically recall the moment I first saw her, and how
deeply I fell in love with her on first seeing her. I even went as far
as telling her how much she reminded me of my beloved aunt. But sadly,
that was the only occasion of forbidden confession. Thankfully for her
and my aunt, they both reinforced my passionate thirst for thick,
rubenesque women. Not fat or obese, but women who packed all the right
curves in all the right places. To me, there is simply nothing sexier
than a sultry vixen with an hour glass figure with wide thick hips. It
would be a defining attribute in all of my relationships after her.

In my day to day life, I've become friends with a fellow co-worker who
recently invited me to his church. While I've never been much of a
churchgoer, but I thought "what the hell" and decided to give it a
shot. After about three visits in a row, I found myself truly enjoying
the relaxed atmosphere his church offered. There was also an
overabundance of seemingly beautiful single women who also attended,
and given that the church was one of the city's most popular and
wealthiest congregations, I hoped for a "win-win" situation.

It was on my fifth visit that I sat directly behind the most beautiful
woman in the entire assembly. Meeting an attractive woman was my
furthermost goal that morning, but given this woman's alluring
features, I could hardly resist not taking notice. She stood roughly
5'5" in a gorgeous form fitting black skirt that fell just sky of her
delicious golden knees. My guess was that she was approaching 40. She
wore a luscious white angora sweater that perfectly hugged all of her
ripe, voluptuous curves. Added to the picturesque vista was her
lengthy golden hair that cascaded down to the middle of her back,
slightly curled and so deserving of an appreciative set of hands to
caress their silky strands. This woman seemed to boil with a subtle
hint of raw sexuality. A deep natural tan perfectly accented her
alluring features... I was enthralled.

Later in the service, the minister asked the congregation to welcome
everyone around them in an offering of peace and goodwill... a staple
of his sermons, which I particularly enjoyed, especially on this
morning. It was crazy at first with all the drooling old geezers
making their way to the sexy blond to say hi. I motioned through the
barrage of "hellos and hi's" with other members before making eye
contact with her while we both were greeting others. It was like I was
a high school kid all over again, seeing a girl whom you knew you
wanted to make wild passionate love to. I literally felt my heart lock
up when I saw the salacious glow in her sapphire eyes. I froze... and
what was so amazing was that she did too. It was like time stood still
for me, connecting in some supernatural way.

"Hi." Was all I could muster.

"Uhmm, hi." She replied, stepping back slightly.

I blinked, making sure I was really looking at a woman who could truly
be this beautiful.

"You got a lot of fans here." I managed to say.

A wide graceful smile eased across her supple face. She looked like
someone I knew... a sexier, fuller Elizabeth Shue. She gleamed with a
beauty my eyes had not seen in ages.

"You think?" she answered.

I laughed, smiling right back at her before looking down, somewhat
intimidated by the golden magnificence before my eyes. I decided not
to be too brash in my obvious attraction.

"I'm Roger." I replied, offering her my hand in a typical social
salutation.

Her eyes immediately shot down to my left hand, where I knew she
looked for a ring before extending her hand to mine. She tired to be
so blasé about it, but instincts are sometimes unavoidable.

"Laurie." She softly replied as our hands met.

Just at that moment, the congregation began to sit back down. Our
hands parted, but I could sense that the two of us didn't' want to
stop.

"Guess its showtime, huh?" I said, trying my best to pull back the
monster of attraction I had for her.

Her only reply was another gentle smile before turning around to sit.
I couldn't help but admire the luscious round width of her ass as
those bursting cheeks pressed down to the wood. I was hooked.

After church, I made it a point to continue getting to know Laurie. It
felt somewhat odd trying to score with a woman at church, but there
was an enduring fire in my soul for this woman. It had been so long
since I had met anyone who intrigued me on all levels like Laurie. You
could just tell by the confident sexy look in her blue eyes that she
loved to fuck, and would relish it with the hunger of a thousand
women.

I was thanklessly caught by a friend who wanted to talk after the
service, allowing Laurie to slip away before we could continue our
talk. Somewhat agitated, I blew it off and went about my business. But
for the next few days, I was completely smitten by the intoxicating
mystique and captivating mystery of who this voluptuous vixen was.
That night, my insatiable thirst for a tanned, buxom blonde was
quelled by perusing through the internet and watching as many videos
as I could of healthy tan blondes being made love to in countless
positions.

Demanding undaunted freedom from my ignited urges, I lathered my thick
seven-inch cock with KY and began the familiar rights of passage as I
watched a heavenly blonde receive the wonderful efforts of her lover
while on her knees. My fingers, dripping with the slick glossy
lubricant, gently begged my twitching cock for the indulgence of doing
this to Laurie. The slushy pops and gurgles of my steady massage
brought a flurry of images and torrid thoughts as I focused on the
image of Laurie's ass sitting down in that pew hours earlier. The
video eventually stopped as my own fantasy of Laurie on her knees
carried me away. There are good jerk offs, then there are fantastic
ones where all elements of time and existence cease... this was one of
them.

All I could think about was Laurie's succulent ass, and how perfectly
shaped it was. I simply loved a woman with a nice big ass... not fat
or obese, but plentiful and buxom. Since I could remember, I was an
ass man tried and true. I simply loved everything about an ass... its
shape, the spherical grandeur of its intoxicating curves, and the
beautifying mystery of the promise they carried. I imagined watching
her cheeks ripple as I pounded her from behind, wildly clutching and
clawing those golden orbs as her flesh summoned the seed of my
essence. My body, now slick with perspiration, began shaking as my
palm substituted for Laurie's boiling pussy. In one final violent
thrust, I growled some unintelligible cry as a series of thick ropes
of sperm volleyed from my glossy cock. God, I must have shot it out
five to six feet high into the air, knowing this was a orgasm for the
books.

I must have sat motionless and spent at my desk for almost a half an
hour before finding the energy to drag myself to bed. After about an
hour of staring at the ceiling, I began to look back on my life and
where my cravings for a woman like Laurie began. In the misty haze of
memory, the most unexpected thought came to mind... my gorgeous Aunt.
I tossed and turned in guilt for the next few hours as I envisioned my
brunette, curvy Aunt Beth as she was years ago. It all made perfect
sense as I fell to sleep... I had loved my Aunt as a kid, and as a
man, I wanted a woman just like her no matter what the cost.

In the weeks after my self-revelation, I made it a point to get to
know Laurie as best as I could. Church was something I actually found
enjoyable as each week, I would get a fantastic show of Laurie's new
form fitting outfits and revealing blouses. And after about five
weeks, I was finally able to get her phone number and ask her out for
a date. I was beside myself. But in the back of my mind, I still
couldn't get the flurry of images and fantasies of my Aunt Beth to
stop. I began perusing the Internet to quench my growing desires, and
found a wealth of wonderful stories and videos that focused on my
forbidden hopes. I even watched several mother/son videos and began
envying the young guys who were lucky enough to score with their
beautiful and still fertile mothers.

One story in particular caught my eye late one night... it was a story
that depicted a 19 year old son going so far as to wed his own mother,
lovingly impregnating her. My heart locked up in erotic trauma. Even
though the story was fictitious, it was so well written with profound
tenderness, handling the relationship with delicate care and regard. I
kept going back to the same two sentences where the son was struggling
with all of his might to make his mother pregnant. As outlandish and
unlawful as that was, it seemed so completely natural to me. It
triggered a long-forgotten sentiment within as I remembered back to my
first few girlfriends, and how much I loved them and wanted to
permanently "brand" them as mine with a child spawned from our
unwavering love. Even then, the concept inspired me to no end. I took
extra care in stroking my aching cock to an unbelievable and
staggering orgasm that night as I envisioned Laurie as my very own
mother, that curvy tan flesh atop me, milking my life giving cock for
her son's anxious seed. I did my best to pursue the marvelous story,
reading the shocking revelations of incestuous need and desire. The
mother began to beg her son to fulfill their destiny, to inseminate
the very womb that he was created in. My eyelids fluttered, gasping in
welcomed trauma of the richly passionate saga of mother/son
intercourse. Each word seemed to epitomize the perfect coupling. How
the son clutched his mother's ass so dangerously as she rode him for
all he was worth... the sweat that glued their bodies together, the
endless gasps and cries for release and conception. I felt my body
lock up, focussing on the hope in the son's heart to forever emblazon
his own mother as his woman for all time. I fell out of the chair to
my knees as I watched a huge string of cumm explode from me. Another
torrent gushed outward, imagining the mother's belly swelled with her
son's child. I was in complete heaven.

One Week Later...

I felt like I was going on my first date. I thought at 33, I would be
over the jitters of going out with a woman. But considering the
fantasies I had been having, I did feel as if this was a "first" of
sorts. After some harmless "get to know you" e-mails, I found out
Laurie was three years older than me, 36. I had intentionally stopped
jerking off five days prior to our first date to save up my stamina
just in case I was lucky enough to go all the way with Laurie. By the
time I knocked on her door that Friday night, I was like a caged beast
eager for release.

The door opened, and instead of Laurie, I was face to face with a tall
strapping fellow whom I assumed was Laurie's boyfriend. My guess was
he was in his early 20's, but by the time I had sized him up, both of
our Alpha Male genes had kicked in, ready for battle. I could tell
this kid wanted nothing to do with me as he barely even looked at me.

"Mom!" he began. "It's for you." As he walked off, not even saying hi
or greeting me.

Mom? Laurie was a mom? And of a young man that I mistook for her
lover? My mind immediately took that notion into the realm of the
forbidden, but I purposely stopped that thinking. I had to keep my
impure musings out of this... at least for now.

Laurie finally came to the door as we both left for our romantic
dinner across town. She looked fantastic. Her dark dress had an
unforgettable "V" neck that showed off her deep motherly cleavage, and
hugged her nice wide ass and thighs just oh so right. That bronzed tan
and long flowing blonde hair made me melt, and just being in her
presence was exhilarating. With our dinner and wine, our small talk
had moved to the more significant topics. Come to find out, Laurie had
just gotten out of an abusive relationship with an idiot who stole
money from her and left her bankrupt. She and her son were forced to
live in a one-bedroom apartment with her son having to sleep on a
futon. I felt terrible for her, and as I listened to her talk, my
taboo nature began whispering in my ear as I thought "If I was her
son, I'd be in bed with you instead of that damn futon."

That line of thinking made me ask her about her son.

"I thought he was your boyfriend when he answered the door." I
sheepishly commented.

"Yea, I get that a lot," Laurie began. "Poor Brian just has a hard
time with me dating."

"Can't blame him," I thought to myself. "I wouldn't want to share you
either."

After a few minutes talking about her son, I could tell Laurie was
delighted that I was taking such an interest in her son, asking a
barrage of questions. Little did she know that I was envisioning a
sizzling relationship between Brian and Laurie. I even went as far as
telling her some young guys prefer older women as the comment drew a
subtle laugh. I did my best to keep my dirty mind out of the gutter
for the rest of the evening, but all I could keep thinking about was
how to get Brian in the sack with his mom.

Our date came to an end as I shared my first kiss with Laurie in my
car. I intentionally held back from going further as Laurie even
complimented me on not trying to go all the way. I couldn't believe my
restraint. I actually found myself thinking that Laurie was, in some
twisted path of fate, actually Brian's woman. I couldn't believe that
I had turned down this remarkable chance to score with Laurie in favor
of her son. All the way home, I cursed myself for thinking such horrid
thoughts, especially considering I had met this woman in a church. But
when I got home, I immediately went back to my computer to read a
newly posted erotic story about a mother coming to terms with her
irrefutable feelings for her son. "What are the chances of finding
this particular story after my first date with Laurie?" I asked myself
as I relished masturbating to the concept of Laurie and Brian's
hopeful coupling. Now that I had a mental image of what Brian looked
like, it was easy to imagine Laurie nestled in his strong and
protective arms.

What kind of pervert had I become?

In the weeks that followed our first date, my morbid thoughts only
grew. I couldn't focus on work, much less building a relationship with
Laurie, yet I went to great lengths to include Brian on many of our
outings. I took the two to a NFL game, movies, and even my company's
Christmas party. But Brian's resistance to me was obvious, although
when I was away from them, his disposition noticeably changed.
Sometimes I would stand off, watching the two talk to each other and
mingle. It was clear to me that Brian adored his mother immensely, and
having me around only fueled his animosity. Watching how the two
interacted convinced me beyond any doubt that they truly belonged to
each other. Perhaps my involvement in their lives was to bring them
together as man and woman. It started to make complete sense... so
what if they were related? If Brian could make his mother happy and
feel loved, who gives a shit if she gave birth to him? It was there
that I began to see that true love comes in many different forms, far
different than what I was taught. And honestly, Laurie looked so much
happier around him than me... she seemed to be truly content.

For Christmas, I bought Brian a new Xbox with Grand Theft Auto IV. I
knew that if I were to be the matchmaker between these two, then I
would have to befriend Brian as well. That gift seemed to break the
ice, as he loved playing it. Laurie commented that she had "lost" her
son when I gave him the game, but I reassured her that at least he
would always be home. She looked away with a thoughtful look,
contemplating my off-handed comment. I finished the thought by adding,
"at least he's not out getting some girl pregnant". I could tell that
remark brought a mixed reaction of relief and possible longing, but
then again, maybe I was looking way too much into it.

After the holidays, I asked Brian to go hit the bar scene with me one
weekend while Laurie was out of town on work. He eagerly agreed as we
hit all the popular bars and clubs, having a great time. He actually
loosened up as we hopped from bar to bar. He had just turned 21, so he
was due for some good times. While we drank and scoped out the women,
we started talking about all sorts of things. I felt like we were
becoming good buds as I pointed out a handful of hot looking girls his
age. He was pretty good looking too, and could easily land any woman
he so chose. He stood about 6'2", short dark hair, and had a nice
muscular physique on him. Hell, even I was envious of his muscular
body and nice broad shoulders. I thought he looked like a pumped up
Ashton Kutcher with his dark eyes and thick brown hair.

So after watching him go off chasing a few different chicks, he came
back to our table and sat down to throw back another beer.

"Dude, we need to hit a strip club." I said.

"Really?" Brian replied, as if a kid granted access to the cookie jar.

"Really. Let's go." I said, grabbing my coat.

It had been about a year since I paid a visit to this club, but knew a
handful of very sexy mid 30's dancers still worked there. Walking into
the dimly lit establishment, I scanned the entire room for one
particular dancer whom I remembered reminded me of Laurie. My plan was
in place... pay off this dancer to spend about an hour with Brian, and
all the while, pay her to refer to him as her "son". Finding her in
the back corner with her ass swaying in some lucky guy's face, I had
Brian sit at a table while I told him I had to go to the restroom. Of
course, that wasn't my intention, but he was too smitten by all the
naked debutantes strolling about the club. Making my way back to where
the blonde was, I waited for her to finish her dance, then approached
her.

With my best smile and a $100 bill in hand, my eyes were filled with
this buxom babe's healthy sized breasts and hourglass figure. "Just
like his mom." I thought to myself as I said hi.

"I was wondering if you could do me a big favor." I bravely started.

"Uhmm," she replied, seeing my crisp currency. "Anything."

Pointing out Brian across the room, I said "My buddy over there has a
thing for girls like you."

"Just his lucky day." She replied, running her finger down along my
arm in a lewd manner.

"But he's also got this thing for mom's, and I want you to surprise
him." I continued.

"I'll have him calling me 'mommy' before I'm through with him." She
responded.

"Be sure to call him 'son', and you 'mother'. The whole 'mommy' thing
might scare him away." I said.

"Mother sounds sexier anyway." She cooed back as I gazed down the
beautiful dark cleavage of her shapely breasts.

I sighed, knowing she was right. "Yea it does."

I handed her another $100 bill, wanting to bury my face in her tawny
breasts. "Anything he wants," I whispered. "Just give me a few minutes
to get back to the table."

She purred, rubbing up against me as I inhaled her intoxicating
perfume. "What about you, stud? Do you need your mother tonight?"

"Oh my God," I answered in haste. "You'd be perfect... but him first."

Taking both $100 bills, the blonde tucked the cash between her tits as
the paper vanished in flesh.

I gulped back my anxiety, wishing it were me who could live out this
timeless fantasy.

"If he asks, your name is Laurie." I told her before she nodded and
walked away.

I watched her shapely figure slink off, swaying her dazzling wide hips
like a washing machine. She had a perfect ass just as Laurie did...
big, wide, and absolutely delicious. And she looked just her age too.
Wiping my face in disbelief, I stood there, somewhat startled by what
I had just done. I could not believe I had just paid a stripper to go
play out this fantasy. I was hoping it would eventually become not
just my fantasy, but Brian's too.

Returning to the table with a couple of beers, Brian looked up at me,
slightly irritated.

"Where have you been?" he asked before the blonde approached him from
his blind side, rolling around him to smother her luscious tits in his
face.

I sat down, watching the taboo initiation begin. At first, Brian
fought it as he leaned back to see the marvelous woman before his very
eyes.

"Hi sexy." She purred, leaning over to kiss his ear.

His nerves got the best of him as he glanced over at me for any help.
I shrugged my shoulders and took a swing of beer as she accosted him.

"I think I know what you need, handsome." She continued.

"Wh-wh-what's that?" he barely answered.

"A mother who loves you." She answered, taking each of her heavy tits
in her hand, massaging them in a provocative, suggestive style.

Brian froze, watching her hands work their magic. It was as if the
word 'mother' had somehow stabbed his heart.

"Look at your mother's tits, love," she murmured. "You remember these,
don't you?" She softly said before glancing at me with a wink.

It was as if Brian had been frozen alive. The poor guy couldn't move,
he was so fascinated by her taboo, yet familiar remarks.

"Maybe if you put your lips to them, you'll remember what you did when
you were a baby." She continued before leaning down to let her tits
dangle over his head.

"Oh my God." Brian stammered as he locked up.

I couldn't see anything, but knew the rubenesque stripper had
concocted a perfect spell of utter passion for the hapless young man.
I could barely make out what was happening, but could see his head
leaned all the way back. The blonde started to coo once more as she
slothfully arched back and forth, dragging her swollen udders over his
face.

"Put your hands on mother's ass, baby," She whispered as he did, very
cautiously. "Yes, that's it. You like the feel of mother's ass in
those manly hands, don't you?"

"Yea." Brian somehow managed to reply.

"Let's go somewhere alone." She suggested, standing up with his hand
in hers.

The two stood as Brian was riveted by the stripper's forbidden
proposal. It was like he was a zombie, all focused and centered on her
and nothing more. I knew then my hunch had paid off. He couldn't even
acknowledge me as she led him back to a private room, but then again,
I probably wouldn't have either had I been in his shoes. Phase 1 of my
scheme was well into play, and I could not wait to see what transpired
from Brian's excursion into the taboo realm of sexual privilege.

I had a few dances and downed a couple of more beers before I noticed
that Brian had been with the stripper for well over an over. I laughed
to myself, thinking as to what he must have been going through. He was
probably living out every guy's ultimate fantasy right now.

"Hey." Came a familiar voice as I spun around.

It was Brian's stripper, casting a huge smile as she sat down beside
me to light up a cigarette.

"I'm off at 3, and was going to leave with Brian if that's okay," She
continued. "Can you guys wait?"

"Sure," I said, amazed by his stunning luck. "But isn't that gonna
cost more?"

She chuckled, taking a drag from her smoke. "Honey, this is one of the
hottest fucking things I've ever wanted to do," She said. "I just
wonder what his real mom must think."

"She looks just like you." I replied.

"So he's got a thing for her?" she asked.

"I'd be willing to bet on it." I answered.

"God that's so fucking hot," She replied, standing up. "Just do me a
favor and don't tell anyone I'm leaving with him. I'd get in huge
trouble if they found out."

"Your secret is safe, sweetie." I said as she leaned over to give me a
hug.

"Thank you." She whispered into my ear.

"Let me at least get you two a hotel room," I answered as I felt her
majestic breasts pillow against my chest. "How about a nice suite for
a night or two?"

"Great," she said. "But why are you so gung-ho about all this?"

Should I tell her? Oh hell, why not.

"Because I have a hunch that he and his mother should be together." I
whispered back.

The stripper stood back up with a glowing smile. "Ahhh, playing
matchmaker, huh?"

I nodded yes as her smile widened. "Wow," she replied. "You'd be
amazed by how many guys come in here wanting the same thing. I laugh
it all off, but your son makes it so real."

"Oh he's not my son," I explained. "I'm dating his mom."

"Holy shit," the stripper exclaimed. "What a great guy."

"Thanks," I said. "I'll have a suite for you two at the Holiday Inn
down the street."

Smiling, she grasped my hand with hers as she walked off. I could tell
she was touched by what I was doing. I literally could not believe my
luck, or what she had just said. And not to mention how many other
guys sought the same when they came here. That proved to me that this
fantasy was much more common than originally thought. I sat there,
nearly dumbfounded by this evening's turn of events.

A few minutes later, Brian came back to the table, looking like a kid
on Christmas morning. I put my hand up for a "high-five" as he sat
down, both of us marveling at his luck. After a few minutes of
congratulations and typical male back patting, Brian got somewhat
serious.

"Dude, that whole mom thing was just a joke you know." He remarked,
trying to cover up the feared taboo nature of it.

I knew he was just trying to cover his ass. After all, I was dating
his mom, and if word got back to her... well, he knew the consequences
as well as I did.

"Oh I know man," I replied. "But it's nothing to be ashamed of. A lot
of guys like it."

"Just don't say anything to mom about this please." He begged.

"Dude," I came back. "You're a guy. Guys think a lot of things, and
believe me man, there's nothing wrong with what you just did."

"Yea but the whole 'mom' thing's weird, I know." He shot back.

"Well, to most maybe," I answered, sitting back in my chair trying to
diffuse the wrongfulness of this fantasy. "But man, really... you'd be
amazed by how many guys think about it."

Brian sat up as I could see the wheels turning in his mind. He was
very interested.

"You mean, what?" he nervously started. "You mean... their moms?"

"Yep," I responded nodding yes. "I have an aunt who I really really
thought was the bomb. Girls I would date looked like her, and I
guess... well, I guess you could say I was in love with her."

"Your own aunt?" Brian asked in a shocked tone.

I nodded yes, taking another sip of beer. Brian looked down, absorbing
the exhilarating prospect.

"Did you... I mean, did you ever like... tell her?" he asked.

"No," I started. "And believe me, there isn't day that goes by where I
don't kick myself for not saying or trying anything either."

Brian sat back in his chair, as if all the secrets of the universe had
just been revealed. I could tell that all the years of guilt and
condemnation he had suffered through had been suddenly healed. I had
to seal the deal before he questioned himself again.

"And believe me, man," I started. "I know I'm like dating your mom...
but dude, if I were you... well, let's just say you are one lucky
bastard. I'd say you would be sick if you didn't want her."

Brian glared back at me, as if he wanted to slit my throat. "Oh shit."
I thought to myself, as I feared I said something out of line. I knew
that guilt took control of his thoughts.

"You're sick." He seethed.

I shrugged my shoulders as I leaned back. "I'm just sayin', man. Don't
beat yourself up for being human. You're not the only guy who's been
through it."

With that, I stood up and left to have another dance. I knew then and
there that what I said was risqué, but well worth it considering the
eventual pay-off. I honestly felt what I was saying was right. All men
go through the trials and uncertainty of wanting their mothers in some
way. It's in our nature to identify the women close to us in our early
years, and to ponder the sexual possibilities of such a forbidden
love. Not only was I saying this stuff, but I really came to believe
it. Why had guilt and sin been tagged to what seemed to be so
completely natural and true? Granted, a world full of mother/son
couples wouldn't be ideal, but why deny the very essence of what a man
is?

After a couple of sizzling dances, Brian came up to me at the bar with
an apologetic look.

"Hey, I'm sorry I got all pissed at you back there." He said. "I just,
I don't know. I'm just confused by it all."

I replied by putting my hand on his collar with a supportive smile.
"Its alright buddy." I started. "Don't beat yourself up over it. Just
enjoy tonight and have fun, man."

Brian relaxed and ordered another beer.

"Oh, I meant to tell you that I'm gonna leave with that chick
tonight," He began. "She and I kind of hit it off, and... you know."

"That's great, man!" I almost shouted out. "Go for it! You guys need a
room?"

"Well, I was gonna ask if I could borrow some..." he started before I
stepped in.

"Nope, my treat. I'll get you guys a room at the Holiday Inn," I
offered.

Brian thanked me profusely as we finished up the night at the club. I
left about around 2am to go pay for their room, but on the way over; a
torrid idea came to mind. I had a wireless camera setup back at the
office we were to use for security, but had yet to install it. With
minimal effort, I could watch and listen to whatever Brian and his
make-believe buxom mother experienced that night. With a quick detour,
I swung by work and picked up the gear and quickly made it back to the
hotel to go set up the camera before the happy couple arrived. Hiding
the camera behind the TV set, I got myself a room on the other end of
the hotel so I could watch the taboo lovemaking unfold. I couldn't
believe the lengths I was going to for this guy... let alone the sheer
"pervert" factor I felt. But I found myself relishing every second of
this dramatization. I sent Brian a text message, telling him that his
door key was waiting for he and his "mother" at the front desk.

All the pieces in the game had been set.

I made it just in time as I watched Brian and the gorgeous blond walk
in. Thankfully, I had remote access to the camera and could pan, tilt,
and zoom as I wished. I panned over to watch the two walked in, hand
in hand as the blond suffocated Brian with a smoldering kiss. Making
out like two famished beasts, they managed to back up to the king
sized bed behind them. The picture quality was not that bad as I could
plainly see many details.

"Tell me about your mom." She groaned, suckling his lips with a hunger
of a thousand women.

"She's a lot like you," Brian replied between the meshing of their
anxious mouths. "So beautiful... so hot."

With the stripper's back to the edge of their bed, Brian's delirious
hands flowed down the stripper's arched back, stopping only when his
palms had cupped a handful of the healthy globes of her King sized
ass, kneading the rich goodness of their buxom shape. Feeling her ass
being gently manhandled, the blond cried out in ecstasy.

"Oh my God you're gonna be so fucking good tonight," She breathlessly
cried before Brian buried his face between her shapely breasts. "My
handsome son."

Hearing that remark stoked the fires of his forbidden love, lifting
her into his arms as he tongued the deep valley of her cleavage before
covering her neck and ears with his boiling saliva.

"God mother, I've wanted this for so long." Brian wailed before their
mouths met once more.

Wow, he was really getting into this. Watching Brian act out his
lifelong fantasy was all the proof I needed to do my best to get
Laurie to (hopefully) feel the same. I just sat there; watching in
astonishment as the stripper blessed her "son" with countless cries
and pleas for guiltless intercourse. I was hard as a rock, but was too
overwhelmed by the surreal passion these two were sharing. It was like
watching a train wreck in super slow motion. I couldn't take my eyes
off of them, not sure what was sexier... their acts of forbidden
delight, or their reactions.

The blond had Brian stripped of his clothes before she fell to her
knees to gauge the heavy stalk twitching less than an inch from her
mouth. That guy's cock must have been eight or nine inches long, and
massively thick. She sat there and admired the cock's twitching
reflexes for a few moments, caressing its skin in speechless wonder.

"I made this," She whispered. "I made this cock just for me."

Brian teetered back and forth, shivering with pure hope.

"Its always been for you, mother." He anxiously whispered back.

She gazed up at Brian, tediously dragging the backs of her fingernails
upward along his athletic stomach and chest.

"Tell me how long you've wanted me." Begged the stripper.

"All my life," he replied. "Forever."

"Yea?" she asked.

Brian abruptly nodded yes, hoping her lips would soon wrap around his
tingling shaft. He was the perfect gentleman though, not rushing or
trying to force himself on her. Both of his hands stroked her luscious
blond tresses slowly and gently, just as a good son should do.

"You're the love of my life." He asserted.

The stripper shuddered, "Oh my fucking God." She muttered as her
eyelids fluttered in scandalous anxiety.

I nearly fell out of my chair when he said that. I could see why Brian
wanted his mother Laurie sexually, but to avow his feelings like this
was beyond what I had expected. It hit me then that perhaps Brian and
his mother weren't meant for just sex, but maybe a serious long-term
relationship... maybe even to spend the rest of their lives together.

The blond sunk downward as her lips glazed the thick helmet of Brian's
cock. Crying out in rhapsody, Brian dug his fingernails into her skull
as I watched the bulbous nub vanish into her hungry mouth. Tasting the
ample girth as it tucked itself into her mouth, the stripper groaned
in lewd satisfaction as her hands reached around to clasp Brian's
smooth muscular ass. His head leaned backward as his eyes closed. He
flinched several times, yet somehow managed to remain standing as the
stripper swallowed more and more of his throbbing length.

"Mu... mu... mother!" he cried out for the entire world to hear. "Oh
my GAWD, mother."

Her response was a low guttural moan of raw hunger while more and more
of his cock vanished between her full glossy lips. Before long, her
nose had pressed itself to his pubic hairs. She stayed fixed on her
position, soothing his blistering cock with her tongue. I couldn't
believe she had that entire beast in her mouth, so effortlessly and
without gagging once. Brian's anxious breaths grew as he gazed down to
view the incredible vista. He moaned as if a helpless child,
surrendering to the inescapable fate he knew belonged to him and him
alone.

"I love you, mother," he professed. "God I love you so much."

Her eyes looked up at him as their gazes met. Next, she slowly pulled
her mouth away, leaving behind a sleek and glossy cock in her wake.
Brian regained his footing before she dived back in, ingesting his
entire cock in one swift fluid motion. His arms began to quake, as did
his chest, shivering as if outside in 20 below-zero cold.

"Tell her you need her, Brian," I whispered, getting into the
spectacle. "Make her your woman."

The blond fell into a rapid, sweeping rhythm that nearly brought Brian
to the floor. I could hear the sweet symphony of her mouth popping and
crackling as his cock sawed in and out of her wide-open mouth. Man,
she really loved it too, and I could tell. Some women are shy and
bashful when sucking cock, but this woman adored every second of it.
She sucked on it as if it was her life force, and perhaps it was the
mother-son fantasy that made her so eager and willing.

"Muth... God mother you're gonna make me cumm," Brian confessed as he
violently convulsed. "Make... me... cumm."

Her head thrashed in a quick flurry, begging for Brian's living
essence. I could tell he was about to cumm as his entire body locked
up in a series of violent seizures. In a hazy cry, Brian echoed his
love for his mother and arched his back, pushing his hips against the
blonde's hungry mouth, holding her head tight. Her fingernails dug
into his ass as her head briefly stopped moving. The look on her face
clearly spoke volumes. I could tell she was savoring Brian's seed for
the first time and savoring every delicious mouthful.

" She actually swallowed him." I thought to myself as I watched Brian
collapse to the floor.

The stripper held firm, keeping his cock safe in her mouth as he
crumbled to the carpet. Powerful aftershocks shredded his flesh apart
as I began to wonder if by some extraordinary way, Laurie could sense,
wherever she was at that moment, that her own son had just came for
her. I could only imagine what he must have been thinking at the
moment of climax... was he thinking of her intoxicating beauty? Or
maybe her luscious, full ass? Or being inside the very womb that made
him the man he had become?

Flat on his back, Brian lifted up with his misty eyes to plant a full
tongued kiss on the stripper's semen sprinkled lips. Bringing all of
his weight and vigor into the kiss, Brian wrapped his arms around her,
focusing all of his being into this moment of forbidden gratitude and
thankfulness.

"God I love you, Mother," he murmured, lazily savoring his own sperm
between kisses. "You did this to me. You really did it."

"Yea," she hissed, returning his kiss with equal passion. "Your mother
made you cumm, didn't she?"

"Yea... yea." He thankfully answered, cradling her head in his hands.

"Your mom is one lucky lady," she added. "You better do your best to
win her over."

"Oh I will," he guiltlessly admitted. "You bet your ass I will."

Their kisses subsided as they finally crawled upon the bed. Holding
her curvy tan flesh in his arms, the stripper took pleasure from their
sinful wrongdoing.

"Tell me about her," She lovingly whispered. "I want to know
everything."

Brian sighed, unsure where to even start. I sat up in keen interest,
fascinated to hear how this lifelong aspiration came to be.

"Wow," he started. "I guess it all started when I was a kid. I mean,
she's just so damn beautiful." Brian started explaining.

"When did you first know you wanted her?" the stripper asked.

"About four years ago at my senior prom," He answered without
hesitation. "I wasn't having any luck getting a girl to take, and I
told mom about it, and she blurted out that she'd go with me. I was
like, 'are you serious?', and she was like 'yea, why not?'. So after
that, I started to think about what we'd do on our date and then...
well, it just... made sense."

The exotic stripper sat with a delighted expression on her lovely
face, listening to the young man let it all out about the unrequited
love for his mother. Lying on the bed together arm in arm, Brian bared
it all, describing how his earliest memories planted the seeds of
forbidden love of a lifetime and beyond. As he spoke, the stripper
laid her head on his chest to gaze at his cock, which naturally began
to thicken as he spoke of his mother. Transfixed on his growing
manhood, she slowly began to caress the thick distended vein that
carried his seed.

"I can't believe a guy gets this hard talking about his mother," She
whispered, carefully tracing the sweet mass of his cock's base. "God
that's so fucking hot."

Brian's penis reached its impressive peak as it began twitching yet
again, like a life force all its own. It's fate predetermined and
deliberate... to be inside the very womb that had created it.

Following a drawn out kiss, the stripper lifted her thick beige leg
across his groin as she mounted the hopeful young man. I couldn't see
their faces as her ass was pointed right at the camera, but could hear
everything. I couldn't take much more as I jumped out of my pants and
instantly began stroking my own frantic life force.

"Think of her when you fuck me," The stripper breathlessly told Brian.
"Imagine it's really her doing this to you."

"Oh mother," Brian anxiously replied as his hands admired the
smoothness of her golden thighs and healthy ass. "So many years I've
wanted this."

She reached below, grasping that stinging rod of life, guiding it to
her dripping vulva. I could tell he was about to fulfill his destiny
as she held his tip to the lips of her buttery pussy, letting him
comprehend the torrid goodness of her sacred offer. Brian gasped, as
if about to be pushed over a thousand foot cliff. With an irrefutable
kiss of certainty, the blond eased her wide hips down, swallowing
Brian's cock in an unhurried motion. Both cried out in narcosis,
keenly aware of the immoral implications of their lovemaking.

"Ahhhhhhh God," declared the greedy stripper. "Back where you
belong."

All Brian could summon was a helpless cry of hope as he massaged the
plumpness of his lover's backside. I knew this was too good to be true
for the guy. I sat, literally frozen in time watching these two make
love as mother and son. I couldn't believe the intensity of their
coupling, let alone the ramifications of it. I marveled at the
luscious beauty of their fucking, how beautiful the blond was atop her
young man, giving him the working over of his life. Imagining that
golden tan body was Laurie's, rocking back and forth atop her manly
son, her ass clawed and tugged at as I watched his glossy cock vanish
and reappear again and again was simply too much to sustain. After a
few minutes of pounding the blond from beneath, Brian easily lifted
his make believe mother, putting her on her knees as he lovingly
mounted her doggy style. I groaned aloud, urging him on as I admired
the sweet buxom form of the stripper's thick thighs and king-sized ass
waving high in the air. Their bodies' now glistened in sweat as loud
slaps of their fucking echoed throughout the room. The stripper had
her face embedded in her pillow, crying aloud in fond dismay as she
brutally clawed at the sheets of the bed. I watched her face contort
and grimace with each voracious thrust, aghast by her sincere, yet
risqué expressions.

"Fucking my mother." Panted Brian, looking down at the plush wide ass
receiving the frenzied plunges of his lifelong cravings.

"Yeah," she replied. "Its so fucking good, isn't it baby?"

He somehow mumbled a "yeah" as her words roused even more strength
from Brian, holding the widest crest of her motherly hips as he looked
up in amazement. Every muscle in his body compressed as I could tell
he was about to cumm. She knew it too, raising herself up to her
elbows to look back around at her portrayed son.

"Give me that cumm," she barked, hurling all of her weight back at
him. "Give your mother what she wants."

That was it. Her verbal mind-fuck threw the sweat soaked young man
over the edge. Every vein in his neck swelled as he bellowed out in
depraved release. He was cumming inside her, and she loved every
fleeting second of it. I watched orgasm ripple from his body to hers
as he poured every ounce of his life force into her. 'Oohs' and
'Aaahs' mixed in with loving cries for 'mother' and 'son' made the
scene even more gratifying as I began figuring out how to get Laurie
to swap places with this sexy stripper. I knew then that I had to do
all I could to get these two in bed together.

I didn't go to sleep until 7 that morning. I was exhausted. I had
watched as much as I could between Brian and his "mother" as they
shared so many wonderful ideas and positions. I had no idea Brian was
an ass man like I was... he nearly went insane when she begged him to
fuck her ass, and that was after he spent nearly an hour with his
tongue tucked deep in her ass.

Around check out time, the front desk called to wake me as I
sluggishly got my belongings and checked out. Luckily, Brian and his
"mother" had already left as I took my extra card key to retrieve my
camera and microphone. I still couldn't believe my luck in how I got
those two in the sack, let alone to fulfill my shared taboo fantasy.
It was Sunday and Laurie would be home later that afternoon. The mere
thought of Brian looking at his mom after living out this dark fantasy
thrilled me to no end. I couldn't even begin to imagine the excitement
and fear that Brian must have been going through. What I would give to
be in that guy's shoes.

I stayed at the house for the rest of the afternoon, arranging the
video from the night before. I had about a dozen different scenarios
of how to introduce the two to a life of forbidden delight... some
were forcing the two to make love, one was playing matchmaker as I
would send Laurie flowers and gifts from an anonymous admirer. I just
didn't know which one was best suited for them. Obviously, I didn't
want to force the two together, as that would certainly not foster
true love on any level. I was stumped.

After finishing Brian's video, I realized my solution was right in
front of me the entire time... give Laurie a DVD of her son's torrid
lovemaking. I knew full well that if I did that, then it would be just
a matter of time before they would both know I set it all up. I was
fine with that, but wanted them to experience the sweet reward of
having fucked each other first before I let the "cat out of the bag"
that it was I who had arranged it all.

Laurie called me after she landed to see what I was up to. She was on
her way home and wanted me to meet her at the house. Burning an extra
DVD, I happily made my way to her apartment. Seeing her after the
previous night's debacle made me appreciate her even more. She looked
radiant as she leapt into my arms, greeting me with a fiery kiss.
Surprised, I returned her intensity as we quickly went inside.

"I missed you." Laurie whispered as our kiss continued.

"I missed you too," I replied, admiring her wholesome flesh in my
arms. "Is Brian here?"

Shaking her head no, I could tell Laurie wanted more from this moment.
Up until now, Laurie held me back from sex. And with the fantasy on my
mind almost 24/7, it didn't bother me as much as I thought it would
have. But now, that was quickly changing with each passing second.

"I thought you wanted to wait?" I gasped, feeling the sweeping
contours of her wide ass in my hands.

"So what," she whispered back. "I want this."

Now was my moment of true honesty. Do I go ahead with it, relishing
the joy of Laurie's rich golden beauty, or drop the dreaded incest
bomb that would forever change her life. I couldn't believe that I had
actually asked myself the question.

"Laurie," I began as the concerned boyfriend. "We have to talk."

"About what?" she panted, agitated by my hesitance.

I could still back out and pretend this never happened.

Taking out the DVD from my jacket, I handed it over to Laurie with a
look of trouble. "Brian was over last night and left this in my DVD
player."

"What is it?" she said as she took it.

I knew then that my last chance to end this craziness had vanished. I
couldn't believe I had passed up this awesome chance at bedding Laurie
for the sake of her son. This had better be worth it.

"Well," I stammered. "Its kind of... interesting."

"Can't we just watch it later?" she asked, setting down the DVD.

"Its about Brian," I began. "He's on that. I don't know how or why it
ended up in my DVD player, but I wanted you to know about it first."

"But why?" she asked with a baffled expression.

"I don't know how to say this except to just show it to you." I said
as I took the DVD in my hands.

I brought it over to her TV and put it in. My breath was shallow with
anxiety, but had a good hunch this was going to be well worth it.
Closing the DVD player, it took a few seconds for the video to come on
the screen, but when it did, I heard Laurie gasp in horror as she saw
her son knelt behind the curvy stripper, pounding her into the abyss
of forbidden ecstasy.

"Oh God mother," shouted Brian as he hurled every ounce of his
strength into her. "I'm gonna cumm!"

"Yes baby, cumm for your mother," she chanted him on. "Cry her name
when you cumm."

"Laurie! OH my GAWD, Laurie!!" Brian screamed as he planted his cock
deep inside the lustrous blonde's womb.

I turned to watch Laurie's paralyzed expression as she heard her own
child cry out in the sacred throes of orgasm. It was as if she had
been stabbed with a sword. I did my best to put on a face of concern
and worry, but inside, I was hoping that this would be the defining
moment of unconditional recognition for her. She sat there, stone
faced and numb as she watched her sweat soaked son tug at the blonde's
wide hips, trying to get as deep as humanly possible within her. As
the narcosis of his orgasm subsided, Laurie watched Brian lean over
the stripper's back to kiss her, slowly running his hands up alongside
her vivid golden flesh. Laurie suddenly shot up from the couch,
shutting off the TV in horror and confusion.

"I didn't know how to tell you." I started.

"Just... just... don't say anything," She replied, covering her face
with her trembling hands. "Oh my God... oh my freaking GOD!"

It took over an hour for the shock to wear off before she could
rationally talk about what she had just seen. Anger, confusion, and
repressed fascination were all at play as I did my best to console
her. She started asking me if I ever thought such things, and in a
roundabout way, I admitted that in some cases, it was perfectly normal
for guys Brian's age to feel certain things. Of course, that branded
me a freak, but my immediate response was "How could he not want a
woman like you, Laurie? You're incredibly gorgeous and have so much to
offer."

"Are you saying its okay?" she fired back.

"I'm saying that any normal red blooded American male would find you
sexy, just as I do." I said.

"Even if he's my own son?" she demanded.

"Yeah," I timidly answered as she sighed in animosity. "Laurie, this
doesn't make you or him a freak. Geez, at least he's not out doing
drugs or killing kids like most guys his age. We're all sexual
creatures, and it's in our nature to want what we see day in and day
out."

Laurie paced the room, coming apart at the seams. I could tell this
would be a hard sell.

"Look, be perfectly honest with me, okay?" I said, standing up to
challenge her thinking. "Tell me you've never looked at Brian through
the eyes of a woman and noticed him for what he is. Tell me you've
never thought of him in any other way beside his mom, and I'll destroy
that DVD and never bring this up again."

With her arms crossed and a forced look of will, she uttered "Never."

"Fine," I replied, taking the DVD out of the player and grabbing my
coat. "I'll never mention this again."

As I headed toward the door, I stopped for one last remark. "But just
keep in mind that your son isn't a freak or whatever you think he
might be. Truth be told, I know exactly what he's going through."

"Then you're just as sick as he is." She snarled back at me.

With that, I shut the door behind me as I left.

I didn't hear from Laurie or Brian again.

One Month Later

Frustrated, I did my best to move on and try to put it all behind me.
I still found the fantasy to be deeply compelling, but kicked myself
for even trying such a farce with a real life mother and son. A month
went by before my phone at rang at work.

"I.T. Department, this is Roger." I answered.

"Hey." Came the low timid voice of Laurie.

"Well hey back!" I happily replied, genuinely delighted to hear her
loving voice. "How are you?"

"I'm... okay I guess," Laurie went on to say. "I just wanted to see
how you were. I've missed you."

"I've missed you too," I said. "It's been weird not seeing or talking
to you."

"This whole month has been weird," she said. "Listen, would you like
some coffee sometime? I wanted to talk about some things with you."

"Absolutely," I answered. "I'd love to see you."

I could tell she wasn't herself. Her voice said it all... she was
still confused and needed someone to talk to. I smiled, knowing I was
that person.

That night, we met at Starbucks, and she looked tired. Very tired. I
immediately hugged her as we sat down. She looked incredibly nervous
and upset, and I wanted to help.

"I just... I don't know." she started.

I gave her a warm smile of encouragement and hope, taking her hands in
mine. "Laurie," I began. "Whatever it is you want to say, just say it.
Don't punish yourself for wanting to talk."

She finally relaxed and sighed; taking a drink of her barely touched
latte.

"I've uhm... well, I've been going over a lot of things, and..." she
started, trying to find the words. "It's just weird, you know?"

I nodded in agreement, but had no clue where she was going with this.

"The whole thing with Brian..." she said in a hushed voice.

Holy shit! All of this was about that? I perked up, listening with
desperate curiosity.

"I've uh, well, you know," she said. "I just wondered what you meant,
you know, when you left that day and said... you knew what it was like
for Brian."

"Oh yeah," I said, lovingly holding her hands. "Well, its really quite
simple. I just, had the same feelings for my Aunt when I was in my
teens and never could find a way to express them to her. At least in a
way that we both could recognize and accept."

"Did you... well, did you love her like... a real woman?" she
bashfully inquired.

"Without a doubt," I said with total conviction. "In fact, I consider
her to be the love of my life."

Laurie's eyes briefly widened in surreal delight, hearing what was
probably the one sole voice of understanding through her period of
madness.

"So, would you... like, pursue her again if you had the chance?" she
asked.

"Knowing what I know now? You bet your ass I would." I answered.

"Not just sex, but... you know, like... dating and maybe marriage?"
she followed up.

I leaned in with a look of total confidence. "I'd even want kids with
her, I love her that much."

Laurie's mouth fell open in astonishment, yet touched by my sincere
confession.

"God, that's so sweet." She murmured before looking around with slight
apprehension.

"Can we go somewhere a little more private?" she asked.

I agreed as we left the coffee shop, getting into my SUV. We drive
around for about a half an hour as she held my hand. I could tell she
had a lot on her mind, and needed someone to vent to about her brittle
emotions. We drove to a secluded area of a nearby state park where
Laurie could clear her head and think straight. I shut off the car as
we sat in uncomfortable silence for a moment.

"I'm sure you want to know," Laurie nervously started. "But I'm sorry
for what I said. I didn't mean to be such a bitch to you."

"Its okay. I wasn't upset. It was a lot to throw at you for one day."
I lovingly replied.

With tears in her eyes, she turned to me; "I lied."

"About?" I asked.

Lowering her head, I could tell this wasn't easy. "About Brian... you
asked if I had ever thought about it, and I lied to you."

I sat up in unexpected delight.

"For about four years now," she hesitated. "I thought it would pass,
but it hasn't. And after you left, it only got worse. I don't know why
I'm telling you this, but maybe... maybe I'm hoping part of you can
understand it."

"Laurie," I said. "I do understand. And what you're feeling is nothing
to be ashamed about. It's different, but nothing you should condemn
yourself for."

"That's not what the world says." She said, wiping her eyes.

"The same world which is corrupt, at war, and destroying itself? Geez,
at least in your world, you can have the unconditional love of a man
who adores you."

Laurie looked away with a thousand-yard stare, pondering the impact of
what I had just said.

"He does, doesn't he?" she softly asked.

"More than you'll ever know." I followed up.

"Maybe its time I find out." She said, looking back at me with a look
I had never seen before. It was as if she was about to fire a loaded
pistol... a resolute look of determination and will that said it all.
I knew then and there that this fantasy would soon become reality.

From that night on, Laurie's life was never the same. Gone was the
reserved, demure nature of a woman whom I had originally met in
church. It was as if a thousand-ton boulder had been taken off her
shoulders. Her mind was free from all guilt and shame, and together,
we set out a scheme to bring Brian home to the woman of his dreams. We
would spend hours on the phone talking about what their first time
would be like, and how we could set up the perfect seduction. Laurie
kept watching her son's risqué DVD night after night, and literally
watched the video frame by frame. Our chats would end every night with
us having phone sex, with me posing as Brian as we would partake in a
multitude of different seduction scenarios. Some had me being the
seducer, while others had her making her move on me, which I
absolutely treasured. Just saying the mere word 'mother' as I would
cumm made the experience so intense and beautiful. It seemed so right.

After about a week, we came up with the perfect scheme. I had access
to a time-share on the Caribbean Island of St. Barts, and the three of
us would take a two-week vacation to the tropical paradise where
Laurie would ultimately consummate her relationship with her son.
Apparently, Brian and she weren't even talking, and the stress of
their repressed emotions was unbearable. I went ahead and bought all
the airline tickets, and made the reservations for us since they were
obviously on a fixed income. I even went as far as to put Brian and
Laurie together in First Class and me in coach. Most guys would think
that I was crazy to pass on a woman like Laurie... granted, I should
have taken her at first glance, but something was driving me to do
this. It was as if an unknown force of nature made me completely
unselfish, putting the needs of Laurie and Brian above my own. I
wanted them to make it... I wanted them to discover the essence of
true, unconditional love together, and I didn't care how much it cost
or what it would take.

To be continued...