The Fever

Chapter 2

The Morning After

We woke at separate times. He has more of a commute than me so he's up and gone before I'm conscious or at least he was the next day. Needless to say I rolled out of bed that morning with a smile on my face. I almost didn't feel the need for a shower except to straighten out my hair. I didn't really care if I smelled of sex. I wanted the ladies at the office to know without a word being passed between us.

I was sort of sad that I had to wash all of it away. I didn't douche though. I wanted to retain that little bit of him inside me all day. As I thought of this I smiled a little Cheshire grin with that deeper understanding back at the bathroom mirror. 

It was the same little grin that was going to let my coworkers know wordlessly that I got lucky the night before. Now was the time that I had to face the consequences of what I'd done and the judgement of the rest of society.

I was still ok with it myself. Although I kept it to generalities around the office. I didn't feel the need to go into the nitty gritty details of the who and the how with my coworkers. Not because I was worried about their judgement but because it was too much explaining. 

All day I couldn't wait to get home and cook a nice meal for us and talk about our future. As any good woman should, I was ready to bend over backwards to make it work and cater to my man.

When I finally did get off and get home I started to cook dinner and I had it already to go when he walked in two hours later. When he came in he was tired and he didn't seem to be in a talkative mood and all I got for a greeting was a peck on the cheek.

“Joe,”  I began after we finished eating. “Would you care for some dessert?” I could see a smile spread a little slowly across his face. We both knew what I meant by the looks on our faces. He got up and cleared the table while I finished my glass of wine.

After he emerged from the kitchen having washed the dishes he went to the couch in the living room and reclined there turning on the TV. I must've looked really disappointed because he looked over at me. In a somewhat defensive tone he insisted, “Well no one said we have to start every encounter in our bed did they?”

With that I bounded out of my chair at the dining room table and made my way eagerly across the room to the couch with a big old smile on my face. I settled against him with my head against his chest, comfortable, warm and safe with my left leg sort of draped over his and my hand resting on his chest. My right arm was around his waist and his left was around mine. I breathed a sigh of contentment in that moment.

“This is nice”, I said totally relaxed.

“Yes,” he added, “and we have all the time in the world Baby to worship each other!”

Loving my new term of endearment I replied, “Yes we do Daddy!”

I lifted my head off his chest and looked at him and I could see the love in his eyes. We kissed a long deep passionate kiss as my left hand found its way to the crotch of his pants and the bulge that was developing from my touch.

I never had enjoyed sex much before Joe but this was one aspect of it I always did enjoy. My ability with a simple look or touch to arouse them was always so empowering to me.

As the development in his pants started to take shape with a familiar hardness and length I came to know and love his hands came down to push the waist band past his hips as he raised himself slightly off the couch to accommodate his pants sliding down over his beautiful butt. 

Once his pants were past that point I helped him get them the rest of the way past his ankles. He had already managed to slide his shoes off without much effort. Finally my hand found the warm firmness of that magnificent love muscle again and I felt in complete control once more. 

He knew it was mine and he knew I knew. He didn't have to profess it aloud. That's what made me saturated, the way a woman ought to be in this situation. My panties were literally soaked! I was so happy and really enjoying it like I should've been my whole life! 

I couldn't believe it took me seducing this man who used to be my son to realize what sex was supposed to be like. Did I really seduce him though I thought? He was the one that actually initiated all of this, but I couldn't really blame him. He was just acting on desires that were mutual within us.

As creepy as this analogy might sound, a line from “Silence Of The Lambs” kept quietly reminding me why. “What do we covet? What we see every day.” Living with Joe for so long our attraction and desire for one another grew over time. The love and respect were already always there though. 

The reverend in our church might've railed against this relationship of ours as an abomination of sin. He would probably even condemn us for giving into the temptations of the flesh and becoming servants of Satan himself. I didn't feel any of that really. I felt no shame and if we were discovered absolutely no embarrassment either. 

To Joe and I this all just felt natural without any inhibitions. We just naturally evolved into a man loving his woman the way he should and vice versa. It was incredibly powerful, our feelings for one another. When we were aroused we had that fever that was unstoppable. 

I wouldn't be able to refuse him in any situation. I came to realize this as well and all this would be affirmed at some point later I mused. All these thoughts I was entertaining swirled around in my head as he released me from our kiss. 

My hand still gently stroked his hardness as I lowered my head to it and my moist, warm and eager mouth anticipated worshipping him as I, his woman should. 

I felt my body tingle to my toes as my lips gently kissed the swollen tip of his beautiful manhood. I teased the little hole at the top with my tongue before sliding my lips down the engorged shaft of his lovely dick. 

As my lips barely touched his crotch I was shocked I got it all the way into my mouth and partly down my throat without any gagging. He then let loose a low, absolutely sexy primal moan as he struggled to articulate my name, “Uhhh T!” 

That was it! I knew it wasn't just a fluke, a one night thing. We were man and woman and at this moment I was in complete control. I felt primitively strong. If this was sin we were already burning in hell. 

I was his hopelessly devoted bitch in heat and he was the male I had always desired who ached for me! If this was wrong we didn't care because everything we felt for each other felt overwhelmingly right! 

I felt right in what I was doing not just in this moment but for the rest of our lives together. As I was thinking of this it made me focus more on pleasuring him. He begged me to stop but that just made me increase my efforts. Then his smooth hips began to shiver and buck upward and I knew what was coming. I finally was going to taste him, something I've been yearning to do! 

When he finally did burst into my throat I really couldn't taste it because it was way past my mouth but when he slipped out my mouth I was able to lick some slight seepage from his tip. I swished it around in my mouth. 

The texture was sort of a stringy somewhat thick consistency. It was warm with a slight salty hint that left me craving more. Once he was spent for the time being I assumed my previous position with my leg slung over his, our naked bodies fitting perfectly together like two puzzle pieces. 

One hand was playing with his sparse chest hair and the other on what I considered mine now softly caressing and stroking him down there as I started to moisten once more. I was so happy for these moments with him now. 

Yes, I have to admit to myself every now and then that my boy, my beautiful baby boy, gave me this fever. A fever I still felt embarrassed even inwardly for resisting. Yes I knew he really wasn't a virgin by the time of our first encounter.

It didn't matter though I gave him something much more important, his sexual maturity as a man. In return he made me much, much more of a woman than I'd have ever been otherwise. I was forever grateful for that gift. 

My beautiful baby boy decided he wanted to be a man and not with just any girl but with the woman who gave birth to him, me. I sometimes still find it hard to wrap my head around because it's so damn flattering. When he chose me I stupidly complied with every societal prohibition that reinforced the immortality of it. 

I was wrong, horribly wrong to fight the conflicting desires that burned inside me and I suppose I realized that when I made the mutual decision to become his soulmate. I knew no one else would understand but that didn't matter as long as we did. 

As long as we understood one another in the end we were just a man and woman making love and loving one another. That's all that really mattered. I thought about us as a couple going forward. 

As I straddled his hips facing him and lowered myself onto his magnificent manhood we kissed passionately. I slid down onto him as he groaned audibly through our kiss. Our tongues darted around in each other's mouths and I knew this was where I belonged. There was no more doubt about it. I was his now. 

It was such a heady experience! He was an incredible lover after all! I felt overwhelmed again and woozy with all this stimulation. I rode him to three rather appreciatively loud multiple orgasms on the couch until he carried me upstairs to our bed, my legs too weak to walk upstairs under their own will. 

Yes I was unabashedly his now and he was mine. After making love in my, I mean our bed we lay in each other's arms and I got up the courage to address the proverbial elephant in the room. 

“Joe,” I began with some measure of hesitation. “When are you going to move into our room with me Honey?” I continued with a smile. 

He looked as though he had to consider something seriously for a moment. Then before I could say another word he bounded up out of bed with a smile and walked out of our room across the hall into the other bedroom. 

When he returned he was carrying one of the drawers from the dresser in the other room with some of his clothes in it. He turned the draw over to dump the clothes on the bed. He asked, smiling, “Where should I put them in the chest or the long dresser?”

“Well, let's see underwear and socks,” I paused in thought. “I would say the chest. I consolidated all my stuff into the first three drawers there from the top. Clearing out the last three drawers for you. Then I put all my other stuff in the long dresser in the draws to the right side. Opening up space in the drawers to the left. I took the liberty.” I ended with a wink and a smile. 

He smiled back at me returning, “Oh did you now? So it's offish?” 

“It’s offish!” I verified in a cheerfully positive tone as I pushed the comforter off of me with my left leg partially exposing my nude body to my waist. My lovely breasts were exposed for him to see. 

His eyes went wide as an expression of intent accentuated by the widest smile spread across his face and as he approached the bed swiftly I lifted my leg and the comforter fell away exposing the rest of my leg and my left hip. 

As I gently repelled him by bracing my foot against his beefy torso I protested playfully, “Oh no not until you're finished moving in here Sir!” He laughed with a feigned exasperation and continued his task. 

As he reluctantly shuffled back and forth between his former room and our bedroom, (we wordlessly accepted my bedroom as ours) I relaxed on the bed watching him. He had this confident little strut barely noticeable, but sexy to me. 

When he was done transferring his belongings into our room we knew our lives were complete. We were going to be together as lovers for the unforeseeable future! Nothing turned me on more than that fact. I still couldn't believe I hesitated. 

This was my man and as he approached the bed slowly with a measured determination this time I submissively spread my legs. Smiling knowingly and staring longingly back at his aroused gaze as he moved even closer his clothes were off before I noticed as his strong naked frame descended on me. 

We pleasured ourselves without restraint for the next two hours. The whole sexual experience differs from anything before if you're lucky enough to find your one. I considered myself extremely lucky in my own situation. 

The thing that blew me away and still does, is that he was right under my nose the whole time! I just had to bravely take that extra step with him into our future together. I'm glad I was woman enough to be with him. 

As I lay with him basking in the afterglow of our love making with my head resting on his massive chest I was more than content with all these thoughts. He finally broke the silence asking me, “Happy?” 

I responded without hesitation, “Of course Honey! Why wouldn't I be?” 

He began in an almost hesitantly doubtful tone threatening our euphoria, “Do you think Uncle James will accept this?” 

I was surprised at my own angered response assuring him, “Look first Baby, you can't refer to him that way anymore! He's my brother. That's all he is to you. We’re together now. You're my man and James is physically no match for you. We both know that Joe come on,” I insisted. “He's not gonna tell us we can't be happy! I know you won't let him!” I added.

“I’m yours and you're mine. That's the way it is now,” I continued removing all doubt. “He's gonna learn to accept it or he and any of our other relatives won't be part of our family anymore.  We made our bed and I'm sleeping in it proudly with the man I love. They can judge all they want. They're not going to tear us apart!” I insisted with determined defiance. 

“Wow!” Was his only response. Then he asked in a very serious way, “What if you get pregnant?” And he paused waiting for my answer. 

“Joe Honey,” I looked him straight in his eyes as I continued, “I would be so happy to bear our child!” 

The way he looked right back at me with an expression of complete unconditional love made me so happy. The juicy part of my left thigh was draped across his crotch the entire time and I could feel his hardness swelling again against the warmth of my inner thigh. 

He was ready to impregnate me and I so wanted it as much as he did. We were having unprotected sex the entire time from the beginning of our new relationship as lovers and I didn't even consider it. It didn't even worry me. I never gave it any concern until now. 

Now I so wanted our baby! We made love again for another hour. I almost couldn't leave him. I adored him. This time was different though. It felt different to me. I'm almost sure I was ovulating. I couldn't wait to find out. 

Life went on pretty much normally for us. Eventually James did find out about us. When he tried to confront me though, Joe wouldn't have it and put him in his place. When Joe defended my honor to him he was so damn sexy. I really wanted to rip off my clothes and let him take me in front of my brother. 

I thought better of it. However, I took my place at Joe's side and as James left us I did playfully sneak a butt cheek squeeze in standing next to him with my arm around his waist. 

Yes Joe had truly become my man and I was his woman. One night after a couple of hours together driving each other crazy we lay together afterwards talking. 

“Joe Honey, I've been thinking,” I began. “What do you want to do with your old room,” I continued. 

“What do you mean,” he responded with his own question. 

“Well it's just empty and we're together in here,” I stated. 

“I hadn't really thought about it, but you're right it is kind of wasted space now” he agreed. 

“Exactly!” I said smiling. I loved the fact that we were starting to think alike. I continued my idea with, “Why don't we try to rent it Babe?” It was natural with me now those little terms of endearment just would roll off my tongue with him. 

“What are you thinking?” he asked. I didn't need to think about my answer. 

“I was thinking we could rent it,” I shot back. Then without waiting for his reply interjected, “I can take out an ad on line Honey,” I suggested as I played with his chest with my head laying on his chest. 

“No,” he pushed back. “Not a stranger please someone we know.” He continued suggesting, “Yeah I even got someone in mind.” 

My head raised off his chest as my mind struggled to think of who we both knew as I demanded from him now, “Who? Who do we both know that's going to be cool with us?” 

He responded without having to pause in thought, “Oh well, you don't know him, but I do and he's cool.” 

“Him?” I questioned his authority as the man in our relationship for the first time. 

“Yeah Baby, he's cool you'll like him,” he insisted. 

Expressing some doubt I began to question, “Oh Joe I don't know Babe how long do you know this guy?” 

He countered reassuring me,“Baby don't worry. I got this,” he insisted. “I go to school with him for almost two years now and I got him a job where I work so I know how much he makes and I know what he can afford to pay us.” 

I loved when he called me any pet name, Baby, Babe Honey, it didn't matter. I always melted like butter. “OK,” I answered without questioning him again. I laid my head resting back upon his chest. It felt so surreal to fall asleep next to this man, my man. 

He only added one more thing as we lay together in the dark cuddling, “Yeah you’ll get along with Tony he's definitely alright.” We lay in silence after that, eventually drifting off to sleep secure in our closeness.