With the cabin cleaned of all incriminating evidence, Sean and his mother were soon on the road home. Bree, Sean's mother decided she wanted to drive, in part to keep her mind off of recent events, namely having incestuous sex with her seventeen-year-old son, Sean. But it didn't work. She tried to focus on the winding road down the mountainside, but the film that kept replaying in her head featured her son performing cunnilingus on her and fucking her silly.
She still couldn't believe she had let things get to that point, but there it was. They had spent much of the night engaged in nearly every sex act possible, culminating in anal intercourse. And she had enjoyed every second of it. What had become humdrum and routine with her husband was dangerous and thrilling with her son. And despite his youth, he fucked like a pro. Either he was a quick study, or he had been doing this longer than she cared to think about. Regardless, his youthful energy added a new dimension to their lovemaking.
Meanwhile, Sean was busy texting on his phone once they had a decent signal. They had made it past the bridge that was washed out but now repaired, and the rest of the drive proved to be relatively easy.
"Who are you texting, Honey? I hope it's not your friends to tell them all about your adventure with your mother."
"No worries, Mom. I promised to forget that this ever happened, and I mean to live by that. I'm texting Demi to let her know we're on our way."
The message read, "Headed home. All is well. We have Mom's phone. Mission accomplished." It was followed by an emoji of a face with a winking eye. Lori should be able to figure out what that means, he thought to himself. Then he added, "How did you fare? Are you able to walk?"
He hit send and smiled at his mom. His promise to his mother was only a white lie. Demi was the only one he would tell and she was family, so it was okay.
A few minutes later his phone pinged and a two-thumbs-up emoji appeared. Message received.
When they arrived at the house, they grabbed the few things they brought with them and went inside. David was on the couch watching television without really paying attention to it. He was thinking about one thing: his daughter perched on his lap with her big tits sticking in his face and his cock buried in her.
"Oh, hi dear. You made it. Quite an adventure, huh? But it sounds like you guys survived just fine. Did Sean take care of you?"
"Yes, he was wonderful. We did just fine despite the terrible weather. Your son performed well under the circumstances. He is just like his father!" In more ways than one.
"Well, I hope that's a good thing. I'm used to getting criticism for my bad habits. Anyway, I'm glad you made it back safe and sound. We hardly had any rain here. Our daughter fixed a gourmet meal for the two of us and treated me like a king. We are blessed with our children."
"Indeed we are. Anyway, I'm going to shower and relax. I drove so I'm pooped. Let's just have something simple for dinner and then we can relax. How's that sound?"
So Bree retreated to her bedroom and undressed, making sure her clothes were buried in the hamper. Not that they would be a giveaway of the past 36 hours, but no need to take chances. Naked, she stood in front of the mirror and examined herself.
No hickeys or other telltale marks, thank god. A hot shower should get rid of any musky odors of male libido, not that anyone would notice except possibly Demi. Bree started for the bathroom and the shower and then noticed the bed. It was neatly made and the sheets had been changed. That's unlike David to even make the bed. I wonder what that's about. He's normally a slob. Hmmm?
Meanwhile, Sean announced that he was going to do the same, But Demi followed him to his bedroom and closed the door.
"Well," she whispered. Tell me what happened. You and Mom were alone at the cabin. Did you confront her?"
Sean tried to be discreet, but Demi knew better.
"Oh, my god. You fucked Mom, didn't you, you little stinker. I can tell. You can't lie to me. So how was she? As good as you hoped?"
Sean explained how it had happened as best he could in short order. "I'll have to talk to you later. This is too dangerous. So, how about you? What did Dad say about the video? Did you show it to him?"
Demi only smiled. She held a finger to her lips.
"Not so loud, you idiot. Let's just say I'm walking a little bow-legged today. I gave Dad a meal he'll never forget. I felt like I was reliving part of that old video, only it was just the two of us. I think he is regretting it, and I'm sure Mom is as well, but I'm not. God, we did some serious screwing. If it never happens again, I've died and gone to heaven. My dreams will never be the same. Dad knows how to fuck. Mom is lucky."
"I feel the same. I doubt we'll ever get a chance like this again, and, wow, Mom knows some tricks of her own. But you'd better get out of here and let me clean up. I probably smell like a horny billygoat."