The twilight of the evening had just turned to night, crickets chirping a symphony in the backdrop. Emily stood in front of her mirror, her heart pounding. She wore a cream satin robe, her lovely brown hair tumbled down her back, age having done nothing to dull its shine. Alex's voice rang out from the corridor, cracking with newfound confidence, "Mom, may I come in?"

"Of course, dear," Emily's voice was steady, betraying none of her inner turmoil.

The door opened slowly, and Alex stepped inside. His lanky form was visible even in the dimly lit room, his swimmer's build highlighted in the well-fitted shirt he wore. He held a half-empty bottle of Lagavulin sixteen-year-old single malt Scotch Whisky and two rock glasses in his hands. It was his father's favorite.

Emily watched as he settled on her antique chaise lounge, his long legs barely fitting. "I thought we could share this," he proposed, holding up the bottle.

Emily obliged, accepting the glass he extended to her, their fingers brushing in the process. "You've certainly become quite a gentleman," she smiled, their eyes meeting.

"I've had a good teacher," he replied, his eyes gleaming with youthful audacity.

They sipped their whiskey, the silence comfortable, yet tense. Alex eventually broke it, "Mom, I…" He paused, searching her eyes. "I think you know why I am here."

She knew. But she needed to hear him say it. She had spent years building up walls around her heart, and now, he was about to tear them down. "Tell me, Alex."

"I love you," he said, with the clarity only a heart worn on the sleeve can possess. He set down his glass, moving closer to her, and took her hands into his. "I have loved you for a long time now."

Emily's heart swelled, tears welling in her eyes. She had known it, felt it, but hearing it was a revelation. "I love you too, Alex."

He let out a sigh of relief, pulling her closer until their bodies met, his arms strong yet gentle around her petite frame. He tilted her chin upwards, looking deep into her eyes before leaning down to press his lips against hers.

The world around them seemed to still as their lips met. Emily felt as if a spark had ignited, the intensity of their feelings for each other making her feel alive, vibrant, and young. She responded in kind, pouring years of pent-up love into the kiss.

Pulling away, Alex looked at her, his eyes mirroring her own feelings. He reached up, tenderly tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "You're beautiful, mom," he whispered, tracing his fingers down the side of her face.

Emily felt the heat rise in her cheeks, her heart pounding in her chest. "So are you, Alex," she whispered back, her hands finding their way to his chest, feeling his heart beating in rhythm with her own.

Alex's breath hitched in his chest, his heart pounding with a potent mix of anticipation and reverence. With a courage that belied his youth, he reached out, his hands shaking slightly as they skimmed over his mother's shoulders. His touch, feather-light against the satin of her robe, he began to peel it away.

The robe slipped from her shoulders, caught at her elbows by the tie at her waist, unveiling her to his gaze. Her full, voluptuous form was bare before him, her heavy breasts bare, in all their unrestrained glory. He'd seen them before, stolen glimpses that had kept him awake in longing for more nights than he dared to admit. But this, this was different.

His eyes drank in the sight, his mind tracing the curve of her, memorizing her, celebrating her. A sense of wonder filled him, his heart aching with the enormity of his love for her. His gaze traveled from her breasts up to her face, meeting her eyes, which were now sparkling with an unshed sheen.

He was caught off guard by the multitude of emotions reflected in her gaze, leaving him momentarily bewildered. Was it nerves that fluttered in those lovely eyes? Or perhaps it was fear, her heart running parallel to his in this monumental moment of shared vulnerability. Could it be shame, an emotion from a mother preparing to lay with her son? Or was it regret, a last-minute second thought that was about to shatter this shared intimacy?

His mind raced, trying to make sense of the maelstrom of emotions in his mother's eyes. Yet, the intensity of his love for her and the determination to make this moment about them, about their love, pushed him onward, lending him a newfound courage.

Emily stood still as a statue; her breathing faltered as it caught in her throat. Alex's heart pounded in his chest, a thunderous rhythm that he could have sworn echoed through the silent room. With a hand that trembled with anticipation, he reached for the sash of her robe, fingers deftly unraveling the knot that held it together.

As he tugged the belt loose, the satin robe parted like a curtain revealing a secret stage. It was as if he was given a privileged view into a world he had yearned to explore. His breath caught, the sight of her laid bare before him akin to the unveiling of a sacred masterpiece. Her body was a testament to feminine grace, soft curves and warm skin that called to him in a way nothing ever had.

An intense wave of heat spread across his face, searing him from within. He felt a certain intoxication sweep through him, borne of more than just the whiskey they had shared. It was her, his mom, in all her unabashed glory. His eyes roved over her, drinking in the sight as a parched man would savor the first rain of the season. Her beauty was not just skin deep, it was a mirror of her soul, a reflection of the love and desire that pulsated between them.

In that moment, Alex felt a sense of profound awe and love. He stood there, caught in the rapturous grip of his feelings, the sight of his mother etching itself into his soul. This was their moment, a moment of shared love and vulnerability, a moment he knew would forever be imprinted in his heart.

Emily allowed her robe to slide to the ground. In response, Alex removed his shirt and began to undo his belt. Seeing this, Emily stopped his movements, smoothly taking over the task of undressing him as if he were royalty and she his personal attendant.

Before long, they found themselves standing and visually absorbing one another, both unclothed, exposed, and truly seeing each other for the first time.

Emily saw her son, but at the same time, she saw her man, her alpha wolf to her feminine flower. His cock was intimidating and formidable; hard as stone, lengthy, thick, and protruding at a perfect ninety-degree angle to his lovely legs. Her knees weakened.

Alex saw his mother, his woman, but she had never appeared more delicate, vulnerable, and stunningly beautiful. She was full-bodied yet fragile, akin to a delicate kitten.

He enveloped her, lifting her small form from beneath her thighs, pulling her up towards him for a fervent kiss. She wound her arms around his neck, succumbing to his ardor and entirely releasing her inhibitions. For the moment, their apprehension had vanished, replaced now by an incandescent blaze of passion.

Emily felt the top side of her son's veiny cock, intermittently thumping her opening as he carried her towards her bed. There was no time for preliminaries, and it seemed she shared the same sentiment. Her pussy was soaked and she had to have him inside. The realization that this wasn't a dream surged through her, followed swiftly by a wave of genuine fear. She couldn't help but wonder how she would manage to accommodate his massive cock.

Alex tenderly laid her on her back, then elevated himself to take in another view of his mother's stunning, voluptuous figure. As he surveyed her lying beneath him, completely at his mercy, a feminine wonder, her beauty was magnified tenfold. How had he become so lucky to have the love of his life, the woman who had been his steadfast companion throughout his existence, now at his command? It was true, she was his, and he felt confident that he could request anything from her at this moment, and she would find it impossible to refuse.

Still harboring that flicker of fear in her eyes, Emily said, "Listen, this may require some patience, you're too big. Be gentle, go slow. I may even like a little pain, but you might tear me with that thing."

"Okay, mom, just let me know," Alex said. And with that, he gripped his cock just below the glands and smeared up and down his mother's slit, lubricating himself with her juices. He encountered real resistance as he pushed the tangerine-sized head against her opening.

Emily's anxiety heightened, paralleling the surge in her desires, her passion, and her lust. As her son applied increasing force, the initial pressure started to transition into pain, an ache she found difficult to categorize. Part of her wanted him to back off but she couldn't bring herself to say the words. She just laid still and quiet, biting her lip.

Alex, the head partially lodged, let go of his cock and grabbed her behind the knees lifting and pushing back into an intense stretch.

Emily was bewildered. The stretch in her legs both intensified and alleviated, no, transformed her pain. "Uhhnnnnnggg... Push baby! push it in!" Emily cried.

That was all he needed to hear. Leaning up and forward to get the best angle, he laid his weight and strength into it and the head popped in. He didn't stop there though. He continued to press on until he heard his mother let out a cry.

"Are you okay, mom?" he asked.

Emily exhaled deeply. "Yes, just give me a moment. I need to adjust to you. Fuck, you're big!" This experience was nothing like her dreams. The reality was far more intense here. The pain was tangible, and the possibility of harm felt just as genuine.

Alex grinned. His mother's foul language turned him on even more, if that were possible, but her expression of awe at his manhood filled him with pride and confidence.

After a minute or two, Emily offered a smile as she drew in a deep breath and said, "Okay, let's keep going."

Alex slowly backed out until all but the head was showing, then gradually, rhythmically, he moved in a slow to-and-fro motion, each time advancing a little deeper. She was still soaked. Alex moved his mother's legs up and onto his shoulders. Then, lifting her hips, he slid his knees under her pelvis rocking her slit up toward the ceiling. He leaned forward, applying another stretch to her legs as he drove deeper still. He felt her cervix against the head of his cock. It was obvious she felt it too.

Emily began to writhe underneath the pressure of her son's massive meat. The pressure, the sense of being filled, the stretch - it was all astonishingly intense. "Press; press harder. Ahhhuung, just hold it there!" she cried.

A warm feeling unfurled within her, radiating from her core to the tips of her fingers and toes. The sensation was like the swell of a wave, rising steadily, building in strength and intensity. Her breath hitched as he bent down to increase the pressure. He clipped a nipple between his teeth and sucked hard as he bit into her sensitive flesh. A stilted yelp escaped her pouting lips. The sensation was sending intense shivers down her spine.

She arched into him, her fingers clinging to his shoulders, her legs and breasts now smashed between them, her body responding to him instinctively. It was as if they were two parts of a whole, connected in a way that transcended the physical. She felt a tingling sensation, a growing pressure coiling within her, rising in tandem with the weight of his intense pressure against the opening of her womb.

As the sensation peaked, and her body tensed, her breath caught in her chest. It was an exquisite sensation, one that threatened to consume her entirely. And then, with a rush of warmth and a release of tension, she tumbled over the edge. The climax was overwhelming, a burst of pleasure that made her gasp and shudder. Waves of euphoria washed over her, leaving her breathless and spent.

She reveled in the feeling, in the intimacy of the moment, in the way her body hummed with satisfaction. As she lay there, gripping him tight, she felt a sense of contentment and fulfillment only her son, her new lover could offer. It wasn't just about the physical pleasure, but the emotional connection they had deepened in the process.

Alex thought that she could get no tighter, but the intense and violent rhythm with which her cunt clutched him as she climaxed, sent him over the edge. With an unexpected lurch, his hips uncontrollably shot forward, back arching, and every inch of his body feeling sunburnt, his balls tightening.

"Oh fuck, mom, I can't help it, I'm cumming," Alex said, his voice catching in his throat. He released her legs, grabbed her waist, and sat up, pulling her hips into his with a force that was almost violent in its intensity. His long strong arms were wrapped around her narrow waist as she clung to his neck as his swollen balls began to empty themselves into her. Rope after rope of his cum boiled deep into her womb.

The hot sensation of her son's cum filling her up made her peak again. Not as intense as the first, but clearly a fierce aftershock. "Oh fuck, Alex! You're the best I have ever had. Nobody has ever come close to you," Emily exhaled.

In the silence that followed, Alex suppressed a smile as he thought of his father—his lifelong benchmark. Did she really think he was more satisfying than Dad? The idea was almost too good to let himself believe. He held her like that for several minutes as they caught their breath, both still shuddering from the recent release.

They spent the rest of the night sipping whiskey and exploring each other, both physically and emotionally, their bodies intertwining in a dance as old as time. Their whispered confessions of love and desire filled the air, each one more intimate than the last.

Emily traced the sinewy muscles of his back, reveling in his strength, and the passion he exuded. His touches were equally reverent, each one sparking a fire within her. The room was warm, filled with the smell of their bodies, the dense smoky scent of the whiskey, lingering faintly in the air.

As they lay there in the aftermath of their lovemaking, their hearts still pounding, their bodies still entwined, Emily felt a sense of peace wash over her. She turned towards Alex, laying her head on his chest, his steady heartbeat lulling her into a serene calm.

Alex's hand gently ran through his mother's hair, his other arm wrapped around her. How could this be? It was so fucking insane, he thought to himself? My mom is my lover. I am her man.

His voice was a deep murmur in her ear, "Mom, I've never felt this way before. Not with anyone."

Emily smiled, pressing a kiss to his chest. "Me neither, Alex," she admitted, her voice full of love. "I loved your father more than you could know, but with you, it's... I don't know. It's like nothing I've ever felt. You're my world, you always have been. It's like I didn't know it but we've always been headed here, to this place." It was a new chapter in their lives, a chapter they had finally allowed themselves to open. It was intense, it was terrifying, but more than anything, it was beautiful.

This love had no age, no law, no time, no boundaries. It simply was. As the moonlight filtered through the window, casting a soft glow over them, mother and son lay there, lost in each other, their love for each other becoming their world. It was their first time together as lovers, but they both knew it was just the beginning.

"Alex?" Emily's voice was tinged with a curious hesitance. "What do you say we get away this weekend?"

"The cabin?" Alex proposed, his fingertips tracing the contours of his mother's warm skin, still moist from their most recent intimacy.

Emily hesitated, her mind flickering to the dream at the cabin featuring David... and Alex taking her from behind. A quiet guilt began to cloud her eyes. "No, not the cabin. Let's go up there, but maybe we can find a secluded spot to camp. Just the two of us, working out what this new 'us' is all about."

***

Early Friday afternoon, with the SUV loaded up, they hit the road. Emily steered onto the highway, watching as Lexington's familiar streets receded in the rearview mirror, while 38 Special played "Caught Up In You" on the radio. Her knuckles whitened slightly against the leather of the steering wheel. Silence had settled between them—a comfortable, yet contemplative quiet, punctuated only by the unspoken thoughts about what this new "us" might mean.

"Looking forward to this?" Emily finally ventured, casting a brief but probing glance at Alex as she changed lanes.

"Definitely. Being away from everything, just focusing on us, it's... exciting," Alex answered, his voice tinged with earnest curiosity. "But also, a bit intimidating."

Emily's laugh was soft, a warm sound that seemed to ease the tension. "I feel the same way. We're charting new waters, so to speak."

"Absolutely," Alex replied, the corners of his mouth lifting in a smile as they crossed the state line into New Hampshire. "Have you thought about where we'll camp?"

"A bit," Emily admitted, her eyes flicking to the road and then back to his face. "I've heard about Sabbaday Falls. It's supposed to be rather secluded this time of year."

"Sabbaday Falls? That sounds almost mythic. Seems like the perfect place for us to...explore," Alex said, letting the word hang in the air...