As Fate Would Have It

"Want some air?" asked Beth.

Cheryl nodded yes as the two stood, and walked out the door onto the open patio where the mood was much more light. The night was quickly turning into a disaster and Beth simply ran out of options. It was going to take a miracle to salvage this night out, and she was praying for just one chance...

Across the bar, a pair of male eyes silently observed the women make their way outside. From the shadows he stepped, obviously not wanting to be seen. The look on the man's face was astute, and ever watchful. Taking a drink of his beer, the man stepped out across the room to give chase to the two beautiful women.

Outside, an upbeat salsa band was playing as dozens of people danced and swayed to the music. Both Cheryl and Beth's eyes lit up seeing the energetic atmosphere... much more electrifying and stimulating. The two stood near a tall table, ordering another round of drinks as Beth silently thanked herself that the mood made such a drastic change for the better.

"Sorry for the shitty song in there." Beth said smiling at Cheryl.

"Oh, it's alright. Just wasn't the type of song I needed to hear right now." Replied Cheryl.

When the new batch of drinks came, Beth began to loosen up. Standing across the table from her boss, she slipped into flirt mode, casting just the right hints and gestures reflective of her five year long obsession. Beth was beside herself, finally able to have he right where she wanted her. She glowed with truthful warmth as the two they struck up a more natural conversation this time, clinging to every word Cheryl uttered. Everything was ultimately coming together, finally! Cheryl downed two more Manhattans, and then ordered a Long Island Iced Tea, which was for sure the kiss of death for her... but she felt like drinking, and having a good time. An aura of magic fell upon the scene, and Beth could swear that Cheryl was finally becoming herself. She undid the top button of her blouse and took off her suit coat, fanning herself off.

"Hot?" asked Beth, lighting a cigarette for her fetching boss.

Cheryl inhaled, leaning back to blow out a long puff of smoke, nodding yes. Beth lowered her face, smiling to herself... so happy to be here with her, the woman she had thought so highly of for so many years. Running her fingertip along the length of her beer bottle, Beth swam in the dreamy state of the realization that she may stand a chance with Cheryl... but before she could plan her next move, Beth sensed her inching closer to her...

"You know what I wanna do?" purred a seductive Cheryl, purposely keeping her mouth wide open... her brown eyes intensely centering on Beth's.

Beth's heart skipped...

"No, what?" she stammered.

"I wanna dance." Cheryl replied, quickly taking Beth by the hand, rushing out to the packed dance floor.

All about were other people, intent on performing their dance rituals that would hopefully lead them to bed with their prospective partners. Cheryl and Beth were no different, and Cheryl was beginning to accept the fact that Beth would be her lover for the night. The alcohol had stripped Cheryl of all previous claims of professionalism and virtue. And once the two reached the dance floor, Cheryl made it well known that she wanted Beth in every way imaginable.

Amidst the youthful crowd were two middle aged women, parading about like their peers. Most of the crowd accepted the two women, but some jeered and mocked the two... but the last thing on Beth and Cheryl's mind was not the crowd, but each other. Their dance technique was in full swing to the Latino beat... Beth spun around and swayed her eager hips as Cheryl matched her moves with fiery gusto. Still in her tight, form fitting black mini dress, Beth bit her lower lip in sly seduction, smiling at Cheryl as she started the "wash machine"... oscillating and twirling her taut hips about, much like a belly dancer would... yet this dance was for Cheryl, and Cheryl alone. And all Cheryl could do was watch this enticing act... reaching back, untying her long blonde hair from its hair clips, Cheryl's smile slowly vanished as before her, Beth was transforming into a wanton harlot eager for sex. Beth's golden locks were tasseled about, yet so alluring to take in.

"Wow." Cheryl said to herself as Beth twisted about, arching her back out to thrust her full ass against Cheryl's groin.

The crowd now paid full attention, but Beth simply didn't care... nor did Cheryl. All she could do was place her hands on each side of Beth's spawning hips, making an "O" shape with her mouth in amazement. Beth flung her neck around, swinging all of her hair around as she gave Cheryl a quick glance of salacious desire before shuffling back out to continue her dance. But Cheryl got greedy and rushed out to dance beside her, flinging Beth into her open arms. Cheryl spun her about, "dipping" Beth down as Fred Astaire did Ginger Rogers years ago... Beth raised her thigh to wrap around Cheryl's leg as Cheryl gripped that thigh with every ounce of her desire, leaving Beth stunned by her signal.

"Just like a man." Beth sheepishly thought to herself. "I wish she were my man."

Most of the crowd stood back to watch the women parade as Cheryl glared down at Beth, now sweaty and panting heavily. Their gaze coupled before Beth lifted herself back out to strut her stuff... Cheryl faithfully followed as they fell into a dirty dance, groping and clawing one another's shapely bodies. Beth raised her mini skirt and began humping herself against Cheryl's willing leg. Her arms raised high, Beth leaned as far back as she could, letting Cheryl run her right hand down her ample chest and tight flat stomach... the crowd cheered in boisterous approval before Cheryl matched Beth's exotic grinding. Beth's lengthy tresses swept through the air as bystanders got a whiff of her fragrant perfume. It was a spectacle that both men and woman could admire with reverence.

Their hands entwined, Cheryl raised Beth upward, as if to bring her in for a well deserved kiss... Beth kept her balance, one knee bent and back fully arched as Cheryl dragged Beth backward as their lips hovered close... Beth's mouth, agape as she felt Cheryl's hot breath cascade upon her face, letting out a moan of sordid lust. This was truly becoming the dance of pure seduction between these two women, and no one could stand in their way... once Cheryl stopped, Beth brought her hands about, clutching Cheryl's sides as she languidly fell to the floor, spreading her legs apart as her palms felt the full shape of Cheryl's incredibly curvaceous body. With the salsa music continuing, Cheryl stooped forward, cupping Beth's face in her hands as if for another kiss, but it wouldn't come just yet. Beth twirled about with her legs doing the splits, reaching out to claw her way along the dance floor... Cheryl gyrated her hips in chase as Beth flung her right leg across the other, reaching out with her arm to entice Cheryl to follow with a "come to me" gesture of her ever graceful hand... Cheryl spun about in thrill as Beth coiled around, lying on her stomach and arching her back, up and down... up and down like a heavenly sapphire wave lapping upon a beach... her ass, so round and flawless... the cheers were silenced as most could only watch in amazement. It was almost borderline stripper-like, but Beth managed to keep it to mostly "dirty-dancing" style.

Both women danced as if attuned to the other... anticipating each move, impatient for the next. They were remarkable... and everyone could tell they obviously wanted each other. It was so apparent in how they touched and groped each other. Cheryl finally was able to get Beth on her feet again, and violently clasp Beth's rigid backside, angrily digging her fingernails in to the fleshy pumpkins... Beth nearly passed out from the rush of her touch... but before she could, the song came to a stop as they stood... arm and arm... lips barely an inch from each others...

A thundering round of applause met the couple as they both gushed while gazing into each other's eyes.

"You're amazing." Panted Cheryl, still holding Beth by her lower back.

"No, it's you." Beth replied. "It's always been you."

Cheryl caught her breath, letting go of Beth as she took her hand and led her from the dance floor. Everyone knew what was going to happen as most of the guys screamed in shock. The two quickly made their way from the outside pavilion, bolting through a metal door that led into an empty stairway. Once inside the dingy stairwell, Cheryl wound around to meet Beth's crushing mouth to hers in a powerful, magical kiss of all kisses. Beth slammed Cheryl against the wall, hungrily sucking, inhaling the lips and tongue of her boss. The passion was equal between the two women... there was no denying that this couple wanted the other.

In the parking lot... moments later...

Cheryl fumbled through her purse, frantic to find her key to unlock the door beneath the yellowish security light of the quiet parking lot. Behind her, Beth's tongue lapped her salty neck and collar in dire hunger. All Cheryl could do was whimper in joy as she finally located the car key-- pressing the "unlock" button as her SUV beeped. Hugging each other in another eloquent embrace, Cheryl motioned Beth back until she hopped up, her coveted ass flopping down on the driver's seat. Inflamed, Beth split her supple legs, tempting Cheryl for another scalding kiss. The two were on fire for the other, and they could not keep their hands off of their ripe bodies... Beth locked her ankles together around her lover as Cheryl's frantic hands clutched her comely thighs, feeling their softness and plump texture. Their lips tightly meshed, Cheryl moaned in ardor because she loved those damn thighs so much... two tiny slivers of saliva dripped down both women's' chins, unaware of their uncivilized appearance. Yet who really cared? The delicious saliva was just one of the numerous examples how Beth and Cheryl desperately wanted to make love to the other... it just couldn't happen quick enough.

It was then that the realization hit Cheryl... she couldn't go through with this. And Beth knew it the moment the thought ran through her Boss' mind.

"No, please don't do this." Beth cried in her mind.

"I... I can't do this, Beth." Whispered a tormented Cheryl.

It left Beth crushed. Absolutely devastated.

At Christopher's...

Following the marvelous orgasm five months prior, Christopher's existence had completely transformed. Unraveling the shameful layers of age and hatred, the young man spent the next four weeks doubting his longing; questioning his motivations with shame and embarrassment. He thought of himself as a freak... a monstrosity of a man who yearned for the touch of his dear mother. A depressing chaos ensued, marred by society's curse of such a union. His only escape from the self imposed madness was concealing himself at the incest web site he found... diving into the cherished ocean of ecstasy and love, almost on a nightly basis. His journey led him to countless chat rooms, acting out his deepest cravings for making love to his mother Cheryl.

After about a month of nerve-racking skepticism, Christopher lie nude in bed one night, bordering on the threshold of sleep and consciousness. As he drifted off to sleep, an unforeseen truth violently jarred him from his slumber. Jolted from his sleep, he shot up from the covers, gasping in terror from a crystal-clear truth... an epiphany, if you will.

"I love her." Was all he heard.

Getting out of bed, he wiped his sweaty forehead, bewildered by the dangerous reality.

"I really do." He softly voiced.

With s deep sigh, he went to his closet, taking out a shabby cardboard box of his belongings. Numerous keepsakes and mementos cluttered the box as he took out a collection of old photographs from his youth. Sitting back on the bed as he switched on his bedside lamp, he pored over every image with tender affection. He saw several pictures of he and Cheryl as a young boy... now fully aware of her glowing beauty.

His heart soared in unequivocal acceptance that he did love his mother... as if a gloomy weight had been lifted from his shoulders. Gone were the years of loathing and discontent... for now he realized why he had come to hate her so... because he had always sought her love and affection, as all young boys so desperately want from their mothers. He no longer hated her for being so busy with her life for now he understood how hard it must have been for a young woman to be burdened with so much responsibility after a divorce.

Christopher smiled, recalling a specific memory that he had forced himself to forget... it was when he was very young, and had listened to his mother cry herself to sleep late one night. A warm smile came over his face as he reminisced... going to her bedside to see why she was crying. He couldn't recall all the details, but clearly remembered telling her that he would "marry her" one day, and make her happy. He sighed, reflecting on how she held him tightly after he said that...

A naive boy's dream... now a grown man's everlasting hope.

Inattentive to what society thought, Christopher, much like his mother, had always been a nonconformist. He simply didn't care what others would think of a son deeply in love with the woman who gave him life. To him, it made perfect sense that he would end up in love with his mother. After all, every young man privately wished for it as well... he would, in fact, act upon it and make it reality. But how he would remained a mystery.

He started by sending Cheryl four dozen red roses at the beginning of April, signed anonymously by a secret admirer. He loved doing that because he was spending his dad's money for college... "What a sexy reversal." thought Chris, knowing he was using his dad's money to seduce his ex wife... However, this was just the beginning of his drawn out plan for luring her... he forged a fake e-mail address, and began sending Cheryl a small number of romantic e-mails... he never did receive a reply, but that didn't surprise him, nor hinder his persistence.

Three weeks prior to Cheryl and Beth's tempestuous night out, Chris happened to stop by unexpectedly at Cheryl's office. Taken off guard, Cheryl was thrilled to see her son as she cleared off the next few hours for them to share a long lunch. This visit would clearly be different for the hopeful son, as he looked upon her with a different set of eyes... the eye of an optimistic young man.

She wore a classic black business suit, tailored to squeeze every rippling curve she acquired through the years. And when Christopher sauntered in her office, he noticed the six-button jacket, and the Triacetate/polyester fabric that cradled those wide hourglass hips he couldn't help but stare at. "She must have bought that in New York." He thought to himself as she opened his arms to him for a meaningful hug. He fondly remembered how she used to love to go to New York all the time to shop.

And Cheryl was tan... so perfectly browned by the sun. Baked like a cherished loaf of the most desirable bread, accentuated by two bronzed knolls of breast flesh that sat nestled between her jacket and white blouse, dipping low enough for Christopher to admire the roundness of their nurturing, ample form. An image raced past his mind's eye, seeing his face smothered deep between that yummy cleavage.

As they embraced, he held her for a much longer time that usual. Careful not to give away his taboo secret, he adored feeling his mother's shapely figure in his athletic arms. He glowed with fondness as he heard her moan in the embrace... the typical "It's so good to see you" moan that most moms give their children when they see them. He wrapped his arms entirely around her narrow waist... possibly a test to see how she would feel beneath him when he would lovingly ease his manhood back inside her hearth of life... the very essence of who he was, and where he was meant to return. Cheryl held her son with joy, basking in the obviously prolonged embrace. She didn't care one bit... she liked being held by a man anyway.

On their way out the door, Cheryl took Chris into Beth's office to reintroduce the two. Beth, still reeling from the failure at the Rathskeller, somberly glanced up to her gorgeous boss.

"Hey Beth, wanna say hi to Chris?" she said as Chris walked in, giving Beth a friendly hug.

Of course she knew him. In the five years she had worked there, she had come to know him from a distance. But there was something different about Chris today... he looked genuinely happy. He looked peaceful, and yes... very handsome.

"Hey Chris... wow, you just keep getting better lookin' every time I see you." Said Beth with a telling smile.

He blushed, looking down.

"So do you, Beth." He gently replied with a sly grin.

"Geez, get a room you two!" pried Cheryl as she took her son from her office. "We're taking a long lunch. Don't call me."

Both Chris and Beth giggled to themselves as Cheryl tried her best to act offended.

"Bye, Chris." Beth said, sitting back down at her desk.

"Adios." Chris replied.

At the restaurant...

Arriving at the popular, high scale restaurant, Cheryl handed over her key to the valet driver as Chris watched his mother get out of the Cadillac Escalade. Not wearing any panty hose, Cheryl's thick thighs shined in the mid afternoon sun. As he got out, all he could contemplate was opening his mouth to kiss just one of those smooth, tan thighs. He absolutely loved his mother's thighs ever since he came of age. They were not fat or battered by time. No "cottage cheese" effect as he and his friends called it. No... these were mahogany hued... jelled... syrupy... and he wanted to graze his tongue across every glorious inch of them.

The waiter had just taken their plates, and left Cheryl and Chris alone. The restaurant was very high scale, and Chris felt out of place in his cargo shorts and tight IU T-shirt. She had to reassure him twice that he was fine, and that she didn't care one thing about what others thought. The struggle inside the young man's heart was savage... he kept swaying from "son" mode to "man" mode with every passing moment. The fight was intolerable, and only aggravated when Cheryl took off her jacket, leaving a lovely white blouse to contrast her tawny skin.

God, she was beautiful.

He balked...

"Mom, I need to tell you something." He said, setting down the crystal glass with a serious expression.

It was now or never. He had to do it. Risk everything and just confess it. Damn the consequences.

"Oh shit, what's wrong?" She replied, sitting up.

"No, nothin'. Really. I just..." He stumbled, wanting to give his confession right there.

"I'm just..." he sighed in frustration. "I came up here today to... make things right between us."

His wide brown eyes met hers on cue... Cheryl glowed, admiring how handsome he had become, but with motherly vanity.

"Oh sweetheart, you don't... " She replied, melting with fondness.

"No, no-- I really need to say this, Mom." He fired back, interrupting her. "I hate it that all we do is hate each other."

Her soft hand slowly rested atop his...

"Oh god... just her touch." Chris told himself, tortured by the affection. In a subtle way, she detected his apprehension by her hand on his.

"Sorry about that." Cheryl replied, bringing her hand back to her side of the table.

Without shame, nor guilt... Christopher abruptly grasped her hand, pulling it back to where it was... where it belonged.

"No, Mom. See, this is exactly what I'm talking about." He continued.

"I don't understand, honey." Replied Cheryl, observant of his mature expressions.

"I don't want us to hate each other any more." He continued. "I want us to be friends, like most of my buddies are with their moms."