The Pilgrims Progress by E.r.o. Scott

to fuck his mother
this morning. That excited him and his heart began beating
faster.
    Tim was still tired. He smiled at his mother
through bleary eyes. He opened his mouth to say good morning, but
his mother put her finger to her lips to shush him. Then she tilted
her head to the door and turned to walk towards it. She turned back
at the foot of the bed. She silently made a come here sign with her
hand, raising her eyebrows and looking seriously at him.
    Tim looked around. Traci was still asleep on
the other side of his bed, half on her side, half on her belly,
with her arms tucked up against her breasts. the sheet was down
around her waist. Tim very carefully pulled it up over her
shoulder.
    Tim wondered what was going on since his
mother wasn’t saying anything. Obviously, though, she didn’t want
Traci to wake up. He carefully slid out from under the sheet and
stood up. He was, of course, naked and he had his usual morning
erection. He yawned quietly and stretched. He turned to look at his
mother and noticed that her eyes were roaming over his body, then
settled on his thick, hard cock, sticking out from his body at a
slight upward angle. She had a strange look on her face.
    Susan looked at her son. He was a handsome
young man. His hair as blonde as hers. His eyes just as blue. He
had a muscular body without an ounce of fat on it. She admitted to
herself that she had wondered just how good he would look naked.
Now she could see with the added bonus of his hard cock sticking
out in front of him. Susan swallowed dryly and felt her nipples
under her light robe get hard. She turned and walked out into the
hallway. Tim followed her out the door.
    “Close the door, Tim, please. Quietly. I
don’t want to wake Traci,” Susan whispered.
    Tim did as she asked. When he turned back to
face her he saw that she was checking his body out again. He
smiled.
    “Uh, Traci told me about last night. You
know, about you and her making love. And, uh, well, that you had
agreed to make love with me.” He was whispering, too.
    “Yes, Tim,” Susan said evenly, although she
felt giddy saying it. “I agreed to, uh, to fuck you.” She wondered
why she had used the vulgar term. She wasn’t trying to excite her
son. No, of course not. She was going to tell him that she couldn’t
go through with it; that they weren’t going to be lovers.
    Susan swallowed dryly again. “Let’s go into
my bedroom where we can talk without whispering. She turned and
headed down the hall.
    Tim stopped at the bathroom door. “Mom,” he
whispered. She turned. “I’ll be there in a second. I need to take
care of business.” She nodded and continued on to her bedroom.
    Tim relieved himself, flushed, then decided
to give his cock and balls a quick wash, since he had gone right to
sleep after he and Traci had finished making love. He was excited
about what was about to happen and by the time he headed for his
mother’s bedroom his cock was nearly fully erect again.
    “Close the door, Tim,” Susan told him when
he entered. He had expected his mother to be naked, but she still
had the robe on and was sitting on the side of her bed. She patted
the bed beside her, indicating she wanted him to sit down. She
noticed his cock was still partially erect. Why hadn’t she sent him
back into his room to put on his underwear, or a pair of shorts?
Well, he was here now, all six feet, one inch of his beautiful
naked male body.
    Damn! Susan realized that this wasn’t going
to be quite as easy as she thought it would be. Intellectually, she
saw her son, a boy she had given birth too. Emotionally, she saw a
hot young man who, had he not been her son, she would have gladly
fucked his brains out.
    “Okay,” Susan patted her son’s thigh—closer
to his knee that his groin. She looked straight ahead. She took a
deep breath and let it out. “I know that I told Traci last night
that you and I could be lovers. But, Tim, son, I just can’t do
that.”
    Tim felt immediate