...And They Never Knew (closed for cbelle02)

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As much as Connor Daniels enjoyed going on family vacations, he hated the whole process of trying to fall asleep in a different bed. For years now, when the Daniels clan made its annual trip to their beach house in the Carolinas, Connor would spend those first couple of nights tossing and turning before finally getting comfortable, only to be returning back to his familiar bed just a few short nights later.

This evening was no different, and after rolling over to see what time it was -- 1:03 according to his phone -- Connor rolled onto his back and stared up at the ceiling in frustration. He had planned to get in a good run on the beach the next morning. Although he had nothing to run for anymore -- his high school track career ended with a trip to state -- he still planned to stay in good shape and avoid the dreaded "freshman 15" that came with being a first-year college student. Perhaps he'd even attempt to walk on to the school's cross country or track squads and try to earn a partial scholarship.

All of that was far from the 18-year-old's mind at the moment. He just wanted to get some rest.

"Maybe I should get something to drink," Connor thought out loud. He really didn't want to get out from under the sheets, but did so anyway. He slipped into his blue and red Lakeside High shorts in case anyone else happened to be awake; he didn't like walking around in just his boxers.

Opening his bedroom door, Connor made his way into the hallway and toward the kitchen, following the little light that came from that area. Upon reaching the kitchen, he headed straight for the refrigerator and pulled out a bottle of water. He popped off the cap and took a long swig from the plastic bottle, the cool liquid feeling fantastic as it went down his throat.

And suddenly, something almost made him cough it back up.

Connor noticed a figure out on the back patio, standing against the railing. It was too dark to make out who it was, but the thought of it being someone other than Connor's parents or younger brother frightened him.

Yet like the dumb teenagers in horror movies who let their curiosity get the best of them, Connor found himself creeping quietly toward the back patio door. His mind was racing. What was he even going to do about it if it was an intruder?

Once he reached the glass door, he had a better view of the figure outside. There stood his mother, just looking out toward the ocean, a picturesque sight from the house's back patio. Feeling relieved -- and quite silly -- he slowly opened the door.

"Mom?" he asked in a curious tone. "What are you doing out here?"

 

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Caroline Daniels always looked forward to these vacations. Some time away from the real world and real life did wonders for her sense of well-being. They'd been coming here annually since shortly after she and her husband bought the place as newly weds. It began as a romantic getaway. Then when their kids were born, it became a family tradition. Celia was her oldest and up until last year, this vacation was always her favorite time of year. Now that she was in college though, time with her friends had become more important. Now it was just herself, her husband and her son, Connor. He'd just graduated high school and she wondered if he would soon go the way of Celia, leaving the yearly trips to her and her husband.

Not that there would be much romance involved. She loved her husband. After almost 21 years of marriage, he was still her best friend. But the romantic part of their relationship had fizzled long ago. In fact, that was part of the reason she stood out on the back deck tonight. Another unsatisfying night with Joe falling asleep right after sex, with a promise of taking care of her tomorrow. Lately, those promises were empty. So, she'd thrown a robe on over her nightgown, gotten herself a drink and came outside for some cool air, and to enjoy the view. Something nice for herself.

She jumped when she heard the door open and looked back to see Connor stepping out onto the deck. "Hey, baby." She said, the light glowing around his face as he moved out of the doorway. She sipped her drink and turned to him. "I couldn't sleep so I thought I'd get some fresh air. It can get kind of stuffy inside all the time. And it's a nice night, don't you think?"

 

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The night air felt incredible as Connor stepped out onto the patio, quietly sliding the door shut behind him.

"Oh, for sure," he replied, taking a couple steps toward the railing and leaning forward against it. His gray eyes stared out into the dark sky and the ocean. "Yeah, I couldn't sleep either...you know how it is with me," he commented.

There was a brief silence between mother and son, the sounds of the water below the only thing really audible at the moment.

"Kinda sucks that this may be my last vacation with you and Dad. I really like coming out here," Connor remarked, turning his head to look at Caroline. "It's weird enough without Celia being here.

"But I guess this means you and Dad can go back to doing whatever you did before we came along," he added with a little grin.

 

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Caroline looked over as her son joined her. "Yeah, I know it's usually hard for you to sleep for the first few days." She smiled, taking a sip of her drink. "Has been since you were a kid. I remember dad or I have to rock you to sleep when you were little. Probably wouldn't work now though." She laughed softly.

They were quiet for a few moments, listening to the ocean and feeling the cool breeze. After he spoke again, she moved over and put an arm around his broad shoulders, squeezing him in a sort of side hug. The broadness of those shoulders and the muscles flexing beneath didn't go without notice.

"Honey, you don't have to stop coming here, you know. Celia just got more interested in her friends and school than trips here. You always enjoyed it more than her anyway. You're welcome to join us anytime. I keep hoping to get both of you out here again, but I don't know if that will happen." She shook her head. "As far as your father and I, I don't know if we even know what to do without you two around. I'm really gonna miss you, sweetie." She kissed the side of his head, as she often did, but didn't let go of her embrace.

 

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As Caroline pulled Connor in for a side hug, her arm draped over his broad shoulders, he put his arm out and placed it around her lower back. His hand found a resting spot on his mother's hip and slowly moved up and down. While the gesture was meant to be comforting, Connor couldn't help but let his hand navigate his mother's curves over her robe and nightgown.

"Yeah, you're right," Connor replied, acknowledging that he enjoyed family time much more than his sister. "Who knows; maybe I'll have a girlfriend at this time next year and bring her along," he teased with a small smile.

His smile slightly faded as Caroline shook her head and said she was going to miss him. He was her baby boy, and he felt bad for leaving her, although he wouldn't be too far away.

"I'm gonna miss you too, Mom...this much!"

Connor let go of his mother's hip to stretch his toned arms wide, imitating the gesture he used to do as a little boy. He laughed, then put his arm back around her lower back. He leaned in and gave her a kiss on the cheek.

Another light breeze blew in, sweeping through Connor's short, dark brown hair. "I could stay out here all night. This is perfect weather," he stated while looking out toward the water, resuming the movement of his hand along his mother's side.

 

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Caroline was aware of her son's large hand, resting on her hip, rubbing slowly. It felt comforting but also something a bit...more than comforting. She smirked at his mention of a girlfriend. "That's fine. But any girlfriend of yours better know how to treat my son!" She laughed. "Your father and I will make sure of it.

She laughed again when Connor opened his arms to show how much he would miss her. He hadn't done such a thing since he was a kid. His arm came back around her and she let her self rest against his side. He was warm, comfortable, and his arms were strong around her. Connor was her baby boy, but he towered over her. She rested her head on his shoulder.

"It really is perfect, isn't it? Sometimes, I wish we could stay here all year, but then that might take away some of the excitement." She said, resting both hands on the deck railing, leaning against her son.

"Would you like to have a drink with me? I promise I won't tell your father." She said, gesturing to her empty glass.

 

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Connor rolled his eyes and laughed. That was his mother; ever protective of her son as far as other girls were concerned.

"I don't think this could ever get less exciting to me," Connor said. "Beach, warm weather most of the year, women...what else do I need out of life?" he jokingly asked.

He heard the sound of ice swirling around and followed Caroline's gaze down to the empty glass.

"Yeah, sure. It'd probably help me sleep too," he quickly replied, jumping at the chance to 'break the rules' behind his dad's back. "I'll set up a couple of chairs while you make them."

 

[cbelle02]

Caroline nodded and extracted herself from her son's arm to go inside and made the drinks. She felt the absence of it's warmth and weight and suddenly wanted to move back into his embrace. But instead, she smiled at her son. "Be right back, sweetie." She said, touching his shoulder briefly before going into the house.

She knew her son had drank before, but to her knowledge it'd only been beer. For his first real drink, she didn't want to make it too strong. Hers however, was a bit stronger. She didn't drink often, but when she did, she wanted it to count. She didn't plan on getting drunk, but just enough to relax.

She returned a few minutes later, finding her son sitting in one of the chairs. "Here you go, baby. Hope you like it." She said, handing her son his glass. Instead of taking the other chair though, for now, she stood next to his. "I want to make a toast to the best son in the world." She grinned, lowering herself to sit on the arm of his chair. Her hip brushed his arm.

She slid her arm around his shoulders and clinked her glass to his before taking a sip.

 

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Connor set up the two chairs on the back patio and sat in the chair furthest from the door. It'd been a couple months since he had a drink; he had a couple beers at his buddy Matt's graduation afterparty. He never tried liquor before, though, so this would be a new experience for him.

He watched Caroline emerge from the house a short time later, drinks in hand. "Thanks, Mom," he said. He could smell the booze and smiled. "Hope you don't get me too drunk out here," he teased.

To his surprise, she didn't sit in her chair upon reaching him, instead opting to stand alongside him and eventually sitting on the arm of his chair. When she put her arm around his shoulder, he let his own arm slip out from between them and slide it around her waist.

Connor blushed a little at his mother's toast, but smiled and nodded. "Thanks, Mom..." He clinked his glass to hers and took a sip of his drink, its warmth traveling throughout his body. "And I'd like to make a toast to the best mom a son could ever ask for..."

His eyes met hers, and his gaze briefly shifted downward over her body before returning to her face. He clinked his glass to hers once more before taking another sip.

 

[cbelle02]

Caroline chuckled. "Of course not, sweetie. I'd never get you drunk. Just enough to relax you, maybe help you sleep tonight." She smiled, running a hand gently through her son's hair. When he made the toast to her, she couldn't help but blush warmly. "Thanks, baby. I try to be the best I can be." She said, taking her drink after him.

She noticed the glance of his eyes over her body and felt another kind of warmth. It didn't seem like the kind of innocent look, or casual glance, one might give a mother. Perhaps she was over analyzing though.

The second drink was already making her feel a little relaxed and buzzed. "I remember spending a lot of time out here on this porch with you through the years." She mused, looking out over the ocean. "When you were 5-6, I'd have to practically strap you down to keep you from climbing on the rails. When you got a little older, we'd play board or card games out on that table over there, remember? When you were 12-13 you tried climbing again, but this time I just let you do it. If you fell, it was your own fault." She laughed. "I even remember breast feeding you when you were a baby." She said, softly. The house was set in a way that no one could see the little balcony, unless they were looking really hard but they could see way out onto the beach. "There was something about sitting out here, watching the waves, feeding you. It was peaceful. And you were always hungry."

 

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After their exchange of toasts, mother and son sipped on their drinks in silence while looking out onto the ocean. Caroline broke the quiet by reminiscing of the times the family spent out on the porch.

While Connor didn't recall trying to climb the railing as a youngster, he vividly remembered throwing a few cards over the balcony after losing a game. Needless to say, he spent that night looking out toward the water from the confines of his bedroom. He chuckled thinking about that moment.

And then Caroline brought up her breast-feeding him out on the balcony...how it was just the two of them...how it was so peaceful. Connor started to see similarities in her recollections and the moment they were sharing now. It was just the two of them, and everything was so peaceful around them.

His eyes gazed toward the front of his mother's robe. He didn't remember anything about being breast-fed, but he started to wonder how they tasted now. And her emphasis on the 'always'...was she hinting at something? Or was he overanalyzing? Either way, whether it was from the booze, his hormones, or a little of both, he started to work up an appetite.

"I don't think I've ever stopped...being hungry," Connor heard himself say.

Wait...what the hell did I just say? What did I mean by that? he asked himself. Did he really try to flirt with his own mother? More importantly, how would she react?

Perhaps she would interpret the comment as his always being hungry to do well in everything he participated in. Sure, that made sense...he was very focused in school and sports.

Or she could just take it as he really meant it.

And while his brain hoped for the former for the sake of maintaining a healthy mother/son relationship, there was something else desperately pulling for the latter...to push the boundaries of that aforementioned relationship.

 

[cbelle02]

Caroline felt her son's gaze move to the front of her robe when she mentioned feeding him. Was it her imagination? Just a natural glance? Still, she felt her nipples tighten and a warmth spread through her body. She crossed her arms over her chest. Why was she having such a reaction? It must be the alcohol.

"I don't think I've ever stopped...being hungry." Connor said. What did he mean by that? Surely, it was just a comment on his insane appetite. She tried to laugh it off. "I know. You always nearly ate us out of house and home. You were a growing boy."

She smiled warmly down at him, her glance shifting over him, pausing briefly near his crotch before she pulled her eyes away. She found herself wondering just how much he'd really "grown." What the hell? A mother should not be thinking those things about her son.

She sighed, standing again. In the process, the front of the robe gaped a little to show her bare thigh. Then it was covered again as she moved to the railing.

 

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"I know. You always nearly ate us out of house and home. You were a growing boy."

While Connor was nearly certain his mother meant nothing by those words, he couldn't help but attach a different interpretation to mostly everything. Eating out? Growing boy? His mind was working on a completely different level than it should have -- this was his own mother whose words he was perverting to fit this sudden, twisted, incestuous fantasy of his.

And then he saw it.

He saw the way Caroline's eyes moved over his body, and then they briefly settled on his crotch.

Perhaps he wasn't alone in his thoughts.

Connor watched Caroline get up, exposing a generous section of her creamy thigh through an opening in her robe. Without another word, she went to the railing and stood there.

That was it. The tension was too much. He had to do something.

Connor set his half-consumed drink down on the patio floor next to his chair, then stood up, a visible bulge forming in his shorts. His bare feet padded the short distance toward her. He moved behind her, his crotch brushing against her ass.

Putting his hands on the railing on either side of her, he leaned down and rested his head on her shoulder. Then, a couple seconds later, he turned his head and pressed his lips to her neck.

 

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Caroline stood by the railing. There was a sudden tension thick in the air and she knew it shouldn't be there. What was wrong with her? Having such thoughts about her own son! Was it because her husband wasn't satisfying her? Middle age hormones? Alcohol.

Connor didn't speak, but she heard him set his drink down, and get up from his chair. She felt him approach her, without a word, and move in behind her. She took a breath when he pressed against her, placing both hands on the rail on either side of her. This was not a position a son would take with his mother.

His crotch pressed against her ass and she felt the unmistakable bulge. She suppressed her grown and the urge to push her ass back into him. Her son rested his head on her shoulder, and she thought for a moment that it really could just be innocent. But then his lips pressed into her neck.

She bit her lip. Connor was young, just coming into himself as an adult. He may not be able to help his hormones, but she could. This wasn't right. She slid a finger over his on the railing. "Connor..." She spoke softly. "Maybe it's time to...to try to get some sleep." She said, but neither of them moved.

 

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"Connor...maybe it's time to...to try to get to sleep."

In his head, Connor knew Caroline was right. This was a bad position to be in, especially with his father -- her husband -- sleeping peacefully just inside the house. The fallout from being caught in this compromising position would tear the family apart, possibly with no chance of healing.

But whether it was the alcohol or his wanting to further explore his fantasy, Connor ignored her words, much like her body seemed to do as she remained standing in front of him.

"I'm not tired anymore," he whispered in her ear. He planted a couple more soft kisses on her ear, then stopped. While he wanted to remain persistent, he didn't want to make her do anything she didn't want to do.

"But if you want me to stop and go to bed, I will."

 

[cbelle02]

Thoughts of her husband just inside didn't cross Caroline's mind. They should have. But they didn't. She gripped the railing tighter in her hands. She should turn around, push him away and go inside. Maybe she'd give herself an orgasm or two. Whatever it took to bring her back to her senses.

"I'm not tired anymore." Connor said, his voice low, and firm. Those words spoke volumes. No, god help her, she didn't want him to stop. But she had to be the adult here. Didn't she?

She shuddered when his lips brushed her ear. Part of her knew they should stop, the other part of her was screaming for him to continue.

"Connor, baby, we can't do this." She said softly, tilting her head, exposing her neck.

 

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Connor waited for what seemed like an eternity for his mother to tell him all of this was wrong; that they should just go inside, chalk this interaction up to alcohol and continue with their lives in the morning.

But Caroline didn't push him away. In fact, when she tilted her head to expose her neck to him, she seemed to invite his advances.

"Please," Connor whispered into her neck. His hands moved to her hips, bringing her ass back a little bit against his crotch. Connor's breathing slightly picked up, his alcohol-tinged breath gently brushing against Caroline's sensitive skin. He resumed pressing soft, little kisses along his mother's neck.

 

[cbelle02]

Caroline hung her head, trying to muster the will to put a stop to this. She had about convinced herself to turn around and go inside when she heard him utter "Please," and felt his warm breath across her flesh. His big hands on her hips, held her against him and she couldn't help but push her ass back against him, slightly.

"Oh god, baby..." She breathed, one hand moving back over his at her hip. His lips felt so soft, warm against her neck. She could feel his erection, growing against her ass. Her heart pounded, her nipples hard and stiff pressing against her gown and robe. She could already feel the wetness between her legs.

 

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Connor felt Caroline push back against him, her ass slightly rubbing against his crotch while his lips delicately worked up and down her neck.

He heard her soft voice and felt her hand slide over his while it rested on her hip. This was really going to happen.

Connor moved his face away from his mother's neck, and used his free hand to gently tilt her face toward his. He looked into her eyes for a few seconds, studying her face, and then he leaned in to softly kiss her lips.

 

[cbelle02]

Caroline looked up as Connor took her chin in his hand, to turn her face back toward his. Actually looking him in the eyes made this more real. She opened her mouth to speak, to tell him this really couldn't happen. Before she could though, his lips were on hers and those thoughts melted away.

The kiss was soft, tentative at first. She could taste the alcohol on his breath. She moaned into his kiss, returning the pressure of his lips, unable to stop herself. Then she turned to face him, her back against the railing. Her arms looped around his shoulders as she tilted her head to deepen the kiss.

 

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The soft moan escaping Caroline's lips made Connor want this all the more. His arms wrapped around her waist as she put her arms around his shoulders. When she tilted her head to deepen the kiss, Connor's tongue escaped his mouth and slid between her lips, gently circling around his mother's own tongue.

 

[cbelle02]

In the back of her head, Caroline knew this was Connor, she knew this was her 18 year old son she was kissing, but as she closed her eyes and gave in to the kiss, it felt like a man who knew how to please a woman. There was something so...exotic...in the familiar yet strange experience. She eagerly parted her lips for his tongue, meeting his with her own.

It wouldn't go much farther than this, she told herself. Just kissing wasn't so terrible. As his body brushed against hers, though, she felt herself aching for more. Surely, she could put a stop to this. The closeness of their bodies was working to loosen her robe and soon it was open at the front, exposing the thin gown she wore underneath.

The gown stopped just above her knees and though her chest was fully covered, the fact she wasn't wearing a bra would be clear if the robe opened further, to show her big round nipples pushing against the sheer fabric. She wondered what it would feel like for her son to suckle on them now, in a completely different manner. She shuddered at the thought.

 

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While Connor had kissed quite a few girls in the past, there was nothing that felt like this. This was his own mother he was kissing, his mother's tongue that rolled with his inside her mouth, his mother's body that his hands were caressing. The taboo of the entire situation sent a thrill through him that he had never experienced before.

Connor moved his mouth away from Caroline's, kissing along her jawline and chin, then working his way down her neck. He looked down and noticed that her robe had come open at the front. Without hesitation, he opened the robe further, sliding it off his mother's shoulders and letting it fall at her feet.

He had seen her in her nightgown around the house before and had really never noticed how good it looked on her, but it was evident now. Connor saw her nipples straining against the thin fabric and smiled. "Mmm, someone's excited," he whispered.

Connor pulled the top of Caroline's nightgown down to expose her breasts. Although he had seen them before when he was breast-feeding, this felt like the first time all over again. He mouthed a simple, "Wow," and began to feel them. He looked into her eyes and bent his knees a bit to crouch down in front of her.

While maintaining eye contact as best he could, he put his mouth over her right breast and gently suckled on it, letting his tongue roll over her hard nipple. He then moved over to the left, doing the same thing.

 

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Caroline let herself give in to the sensations. She sighed as her son kissed along her jaw, and neck. She gasped when he pushed her robe open, her nipples tightening even more in the cool breeze. She watched him as he bent down, pulling her breasts free from her night gown. She was 42, but her breasts barely sagged at all and her nipples were big and puffy. She'd always been so careful to be modest around her children but now, she was fully exposed to Connor.

She groaned when he suckled her sensitive nipple into his mouth, his tongue lapping over it. Her hand rested on the back of his head, much the same way she did when he was younger, but in an entirely different way now. The last time his mouth had been on her breast was when she was breastfeeding him. Then, she remembered her nipples being sore from constant feedings. Now she felt nothing but pleasure. Incredible pleasure.

She arched her back, lifting her chest to him as he moved to the other breast. He was giving her attention she hadn't gotten from his father in a long time. "Mmm...that's right, baby. Just like that..." She moaned softly.

 

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Connor's heart was beating rapidly. He wanted to please Caroline as best he could, and he hoped his attention to her breasts would do just that. Her hand resting against the back of his head comforted him, and her soft moans of pleasure helped his confidence grow -- as well as something else below his waist.

"You like?" he whispered, his breath softly hitting her right breast before he resumed suckling on it, and once again moving back to her left. His hands slid down her chest to her stomach, and his right hand dipped down a little further, threatening to go where no son should ever touch his mother.