Chapter 4: Text Analysis and Processing
Markus: I'm not sure how much longer I can handle this, mom.
Alison: What's the issue?
Markus: I haven't heard you moan for me in ages. We barely text anymore. I'm starting to regret you taking that job.
Alison: I've been sending you racy pictures every morning.
Markus: That's not enough.
Alison: What do you want from me, honey?
Markus: I want to hear you say my name while you're moaning. I want to hear you orgasm calling for me. Like you used to.
Alison: I miss us too, honey. But I've been incredibly busy with work. And I'm exhausted when I get home. I don't have the energy to do anything.
Markus: How's your husband handling this?
Alison: Not well. He's more focused on his own routine. Spending more nights at the club and taking trips every other week. I hardly see him.
Markus: That's sad, mom.
Alison: So, what do you want me to do?
Markus: At least make time to spend with your son. Please.
Alison: I will, honey. I promise.
Markus: When?
Alison: Soon.
Markus: I miss you so much, mom.
Alison: I miss you too, honey.
Markus: I've honestly forgotten the sound of your moans.
Alison: Oh, come on. It's only been a couple of weeks since I started this job. It isn't that long.
Markus: Really? That's a very long time, mom.
Alison: Fine!
Markus: Are you serious? Tonight?
Alison: Yes.
Markus: I cannot wait.
Alison: Me neither.
Markus: So, really now, how's the job?
Alison: It's been interesting.
Markus: What's happening there?
Alison: Turns out my entire job involves being a hottie in the office. Sitting in front of the computer scheduling and rescheduling Dick's day. Or running around town picking up or delivering documents if needed.
Markus: Delivering and picking up?
Markus: Isn't there someone else to do that kind of work?
Alison: There is. But it depends on the importance of the documents and sometimes the size of the client we're dealing with. Dick's got most of the biggest clients in the firm. So, I guess I signed up for some volunteer heavy lifting by taking this job.
Markus: It seems like you did.
Markus: So, have you fucked Dick already?
Alison: Markus!
Markus: What? You said it was a possibility, didn't you?
Alison: I did. But it's not polite to ask a woman about that.
Markus: A woman? You're my mother. I'll talk to you however the hell I want.
Alison: Watch your language.
Markus: My cock yearns for you, mom.
Markus: How's that for language?
Alison: I like it.
Markus: Good. Because I really want you, mom. Please make time soon.
Alison: Yes, baby.
Markus: What about Dick? Did you find out if he's well endowed?
Alison: What are you talking about?
Markus: I'm talking about us, mom. What's this all going to become? I'm dying to know.
Alison: I thought you were asking about Dick.
Markus: Why on earth would I care about him?
Alison: Because your mother works there...
Markus: True... But I'm more interested in the honey pot between your legs and when I can taste and fuck it.
Alison: LOL. Honey pot?
Markus: What should I call it then?
Alison: I don't know. I just find it funny you called it honey pot. LOL
Markus: Fine. Let's forget about giving nicknames for now. I just really want you, mom. Come on, when are you going to find out?
Alison: Find out what?
Markus: If Mr. Dick's cat is big... What are your thoughts, mom?
Markus: About us. What's this all going to be. I'm honestly not waiting anymore.
Alison: I thought you were talking about Dick again.
Markus: Nope. I'm talking about my mother and me. I truly cannot wait anymore.
Alison: Oh man, I want you so bad. I promise, we'll do it soon.
Markus: You're such a nightmare, mom. Especially for keeping me waiting like this.
Alison: Even if I didn't make you wait?
Alison: So I'm a nightmare for just being a smartass sometimes?
Markus: More like a smart bitch sometimes.
Alison: My ass really is smart.
Markus: Yeah, that's the one.
Alison: And that position too?
Alison: The one you love?
Markus: I love it when you talk dirty, mom.
Alison: Haha. Gotcha.
Markus: You know what? That particular position is really growing on me.
Alison: Really? I thought the only thing that ever grew on you was your ego.
Markus: I love it when you say "ego" with those pretty lips of yours.
Alison: Haha. This is what we do when we text, right?
Markus: You know I'm just playing around with you.
Markus: Hey, by the way, how's work? If you want to actually answer me this time.
Alison: Well, I've gotten close to a coworker named Amanda.
Markus: When a woman tells me they've gotten close to another woman...
Markus: Well, I can't help but picture them smooching.
Alison: How rude.
Markus: It's just a reflex.
Alison: Right, she's not actually hooking up with her new boss, Nathan.
Markus: Wait, you two work on the same floor?
Alison: Indeed.
Alison: And you're correct. Dick still flirts with her. Apparently, Dick thinks Amanda might be sleeping with Nathan.
Markus: Didn't he tell you that wasn't expected in your position?
Amanda: Somewhat.
Markus: Amanda is like that, she LOVES sex.
Markus: So they work on the same floor, and she's banging her boss, but she isn't banging him?
Alison: Yup.
Markus: This doesn't make sense.
Alison: Straight from Dick's mouth.
Markus: And Amanda isn't fucking Nathan either, because they both found out he's screwing Dick's wife.
Markus: So, when?
Alison: Last week.
Alison: It isn't just that Amanda has more free time because she's not sleeping with Dick. She doesn't know how to tell her fiancé this.
Alison: Ugh, this is why I suggested her to say she's not dealing with high-profiled clients at her new job. But she's too stubborn.
Markus: What did you mean by "stubborn"?
Alison: She said her fiancé doesn't satisfy her like Dick used to. And now that she's working for Nathan, Dick has stopped talking to her.
Markus: Why wouldn't she tell him?
Alison: She's afraid of hurting her fiancé.
Markus: Why is she worried about that?
Alison: I suggested she break up with her fiancé. But she doesn't want to.
Markus: But why won't she wanna break up with him if he's not providing what she wants?
Markus: Oh, you mean money? Her fiancé?
Alison: Of course not, genius. I mean good sex.
Markus: And she won't break up with him because Dick's married?
Alison: No, she's banging Nathan instead... She just has no idea how to handle the fact that she can have more time to herself.
Markus: Why would she suddenly want to keep her relationship with her fiancé private now, after all these years?
Alison: Oh, poor Amanda.
Markus: Well, you mentioned she could call me.
Alison: Stop it! You won't get me first.
Markus: What's that mean? I get to... do something to Amanda?
Alison: No. It means... I'm the one who has you.
Markus: Are you alluding to the fact that you expect something from me?
Alison: Yes.
Markus: I bet she'd love to "have [me] first".
Alison: No, that's not what I meant.
Alison: Crap! Your dad's home.
Markus: Dammit!
Alison never texted him back that day. They barely even spoke the rest of the week. However, the one thing she never forgot was sending Markus a photo of what she was wearing every morning. #texting #secrets #affairs #work #sex #frustration
The rare occasions she messaged him were when she got stuck in traffic or on her way to a client's place to collect or drop off papers. Every now and then, she would have conflicting schedules, and shared her frustrations about wanting to be in two places at the same time with Markus.
Another week went by and for the first time, he didn't receive any photos from Alison. He assumed she was running late and was likely occupied. Ever since she started her new job, she had been constantly occupied. During one of his work breaks, he browsed through his old messages, reminiscing. And as he scrolled back up to his initial messages, he noticed that it had been a month since they first masturbated to each other.
This unexpected intimacy fuelled something forbidden. And yet, here he was, all alone, just reminiscing.
He then began typing out a message.
Markus: Hey mom, how are you? I didn't receive your pictures this morning... Everything okay?
Alison immediately responded.
Alison: Hi baby, I've been really busy with work. I had to come in early this morning. I left home in a hurry. I'm running around the city like a madwoman.
Markus: Well mom, I hope this isn't what you wanted to hear. But maybe this job isn't for you. Maybe you should find something less demanding.
Alison: I'll send you a message later.
The barbed words briefly stung. Markus questioned if he had somehow offended her. But then again, she was his mother, and he didn't have anything to worry about.
However, as time passed, his concern grew. He became preoccupied, and all he could think about was his phone, anticipating a text from his mother.
After he stepped out of the office building, his phone rang. It was from Alison, so he answered it.
"Mom?"
"Hi baby, I just sent you an address. Can you tell me how far you are from there? I need some documents picked up. I'm at another location. Maybe you could grab them and meet me at work, and we can have dinner together afterwards?"
"Um yes, sure, mom." He consented without checking the address.
She provided him with an address. Upon realizing he wasn't that far away, Markus was relieved since he would have a chance to meet his mother. She sounded like she was caught in traffic as well.
After he reached the location, he messaged her asking which floor to go to and the name of the person in charge of the documents.
Soon after, he got a message confirming she saw his recent text. His phone rang, and it was from Alison.
"Hello?"
She directed him to the 6th floor and mentioned the name of the person he needed to collect the documents from.
Shortly after he was notified about her response, his phone rang at the reception. She called out for Markus, asking him to go up to the 6th floor, apartment 9.
Once Markus arrived at the 6th floor, he texted her to confirm the specific floor and the name of the person he needed to give the documents to.
Not long after, he received another message, and returned the call.
"Mom?"
"Hi baby, I'm wearing a red silk robe - it's really short, almost doesn't cover my thighs. I'm wearing a red lace bra and matching underwear, suspenders and stockings, and high heels." She laughed, walking out.
His heart raced, and he couldn't believe his eyes. This was it. The long-awaited encounter. He removed his bag and took off his jacket.
"What? Whose place is this?" he asked, stunned.
"Well, Dick suggested I get a place in the city, and I was thinking about it for a week. I received a call about someone wanting to rent this particular place a few days ago. I knew I had to see you again. So I rented it," she explained as she closed the gap between them.
They were close enough to kiss, but they still hadn't. "Why didn't you tell me about the apartment?"
"I wanted to surprise you," she responded.
"How could you even afford this place?" he asked, looking around.
"The firm takes care of a significant portion of the rent," she confirmed. [The end]
They both felt their hearts beating with intensity with each step they took, aware that their pure relationship was coming to an end. There was no way to change it or stop it. Neither of them wanted to.
It wasn't just the end of their previous relationship; could it be the beginning of something more beautiful? Something they'd come to regret? The pressure was impossible to bear.
He was taking longer than necessary to face their inevitable situation. It was okay to talk to her on the phone or text her lewd messages. However, to actually see her in front of him was a whole new ball game. His mother. The woman who raised him.
The woman who he saw for the last time in front of his house right before he left a little over a month ago. He couldn't fathom how much had changed in such a short period. But the fear he had for her as his mother remained intact. Meeting her eyes, all he could see was the woman who had brought him up. The woman whose opinion mattered the most to him.
The one woman he had always hoped not to disappoint. And yet, there he was, staring at her. With an erection in his pants. Struggling to maintain control.
Markus was unable to bring himself to touch her. As his eyes wandered, he almost apologized when they landed on her chest. He'd seen her naked before. Even with her directly in front of him, the X-rated pictures she had sent him on her phone kept replaying in his head. He knew she was offering herself to him. Yet, he was standing there. Nervous.
As a mother, Alison could feel his discomfort. She could see it in his eyes, and she was just as nervous. How could she not be? She'd given birth to him. Raised him. She'd been by his side since he was a child. There wasn't a part of his body she hadn't seen before. She even had a photo saved on her phone of his erect penis. And yet, she stood there staring into his eyes, awaiting his move. Hoping, waiting for him to take her as he had described in such erotic detail.
Her body was on fire. His boxers battled his erection. And amidst all this, the rain suddenly poured down, breaking the silence. They both rushed to the window.
In the awkwardness, she stumbled upon one of the boxes on the floor. "Sorry about the mess," she apologized.
"Aha... It's quite messy, isn't it?" he chuckled softly.
She then turned around to shift one of the boxes. Markus saw every shake and jiggle of her soft, plump flesh.
Alison was unaware that he was checking her out until she had already bent down, "You like the view?" she asked.
"Sure do," he responded, looking at her luscious ass.
She stood up to face him again. "You said that looking at my ass, right?" he asked.
"Oh yeah... It's only because you asked me, knowing that I'd be checking out your ass," he replied.
She shook her head, still grinning, "You're such a pervert." She said with laughter.
"Yeah... You pretty much tricked me into coming here. Wearing this..." he added, pointing towards her lingerie and the silk robe. "And I'm the pervert?"
"Yeah... You most definitely are." She agreed.
"God, you're awful," he said, grinning broadly. But the words felt heavy as this was the first time he'd called her that to her face. His heart raced.
Upon hearing him call her "awful," she laughed and said, "MARKUS! Language!"
They both broke into laughter, making the situation less awkward. The mother and son settled on the couch. She lifted her legs onto his lap and brushed his hair, smiling. "Your hair's wet," she remarked.
"It started raining when I was outside," he answered.
He placed his hand on her ankle, stroking it with tenderness. "You should take off those clothes," she urged.
"You'd like that wouldn't you?" he teased.
She smacked him on the shoulder, causing him to laugh. His hands reached her calf, moving as casually as possible. "We'll do that later," he added, scanning the apartment. "Does your husband know about this place?" he asked.
"I told him," she began. "We got into a bit of an argument about it. But then the day after, he kind of understood. He's always at the club. And my commute is so long and tiring. It just made sense."
"Nah, he didn't even bother asking. He just wondered if I'd ever be back home again. I responded that I'd be there on weekends when he's not traveling. That's not very often, so ... I don't know. He didn't even bother asking. I didn't bother telling him." She shrugged it off while still playing with his hair and twirling her feet. She was still in heels.
His hand moved up under her knee, "Wow!" he exclaimed, taking in everything she just shared with him.
"What? Baby?" she asked, her voice soothing.
Her voice was calming. And for the first time, he realized how distant his parents really were. Sure, they talked about her having a lover. Sure, he talked about sleeping with her. But he never imagined how distant she was from him. It was almost like they were on the verge of losing the love they once shared. As a son, it almost broke him.
In her comforting touch, she drew him closer. She blushed as his hand moved around her back and under her knee. Her fingers brushed through his hair. "I never realized how far apart you two have become. I mean, you've said so, of course. But I didn't, you know what I mean?" he asked, meeting her eyes.
Alison realized that, despite flirting with each other and conversing, she wasn't just some girl he'd be fucking who she shared her marriage details with. This was her son. And even as she spoke, she didn't understand how this would impact Markus or how he'd react, until he actually did.
She scooted closer to him and kissed his cheek, "I'm sorry, baby. I know this isn't something you'd want to hear about your parents out of the blue."
"I know. I just wish it wasn't like this." As she scooted closer, his hands gently moved under her buttocks. He held her by the waist and her bare bottom, the lace strings running along her curvy figure.
He leaned into the kiss on the cheek and turned to take her lips. "I love you, mom." He said.
Taking his lips, she replied, "I love you too, Markus." Kissing him back, they were locked in a passionate embrace.
The mother and son cuddled, locked together on the couch, like a couple making out intimately.
It wasn't long before Alison and Markus removed each other's clothes. Alison sat on top of him, the crotch of her panties pushed to the side, grinding against his naked penis, moaning into his lips. Drenching them with her own juice, before she reached between them and took his cock in her hand for the first time.
She didn't realize just how big he would be until that moment. Sure, she'd seen the pictures a thousand times over the past couple weeks, but to hold him in her hand, FUCK!
She positioned him properly and broke the kiss for the first time. As she held his gaze with her own, she lowered herself onto him.
Markus held her hips. His fingers gripping firmly yet gently, not guiding her. He watched his mother lower herself onto his penis. "FUCK!" he yelled and saw the gleam in her eyes, and started laughing.
Alison laughed the same as Markus, unable to control her emotions. She took his face by the cheek and kissed him. "I'm sorry, baby. I know this isn't something you'd want to hear about your parents out of the blue."
"I know. I just wish it wasn't like this." As she sat on him, his hands moved to her thighs. He took a good look at his mother's pussy. Her breathing heavy, she craved more of him. More of his cock.
Markus leaned forward and kissed her pussy gently and rose, "I love you, mom" and thrust into her.
Markus pulled up to gaze at Alison's beautiful face, situated in a pool of her own hair as he continued to fuck her.
The rain muffled the sound of their skin smacking, but all they could hear was the slapping sound of their flesh. The only other noise they made was their moans and groans, which were drowned out as they kissed each other madly. "Mom! I'm close!"
Alison moaned and nodded, "Yes, baby... Cum inside me." She begged him.
"I don't want to," he started but didn't make any attempts to move or otherwise. He continued to fuck her, the smacking of their skin becoming louder and stronger with each slap.
"Don't worry, sweetheart! Cum deep inside me!" she exclaimed, as he drove in hard and came gushing.
Markus clutched the sofa arm, pulling more forcefully than he ever had before, thrusting relentlessly into her, shoving her deeper into the soft cushions.
Alison, shoved him towards the sofa, desperate to join his powerful strokes, her pelvis pressed against his thrusts. Even wrapping her legs around his waist, tightening her grip on his cock, milking every drop of cum from his body.
Markus slumped on top of her, panting just as heavily as she was. His legs loosened, and he rolled off her onto the floor.
Panting, the two of them lying on their backs, staring up at the ceiling, relishing the moment. The mother and son, in unison, murmured, "So... we just did that." Before both breaking into a fit of laughter.
Alison rolled to her side, glanced down at her naked son sprawled on the floor.
He poked at her breast and chuckled, "What are you looking at?"
"I'm just reminiscing...no going back from this," she said, taking a moment to absorb the reality.
"Are you regretting it?" he inquired.
"Absolutely not," she replied, gently caressing his cheek.
"Me neither." he agreed.
Alison stood up on the sofa, readjusted her panties, and announced, "Okay, I'm going to the bathroom to clean up."
"Do I come with?" Markus asked.
"Absolutely not!" she laughed.
"Why not?" he questioned.
"Because I need you to move these damn boxes!" she commanded.
"Oh...now I see why you had me over," he realized.
"Shut up and do as I command...I'm still your mother." She grinned.
Markus jumped to his feet and swore under his breath, "Fuck me!" struggling to move the multitude of boxes blocking his way.
"Later, dear. For now, just move the boxes." She said laughing.
Markus picked Alison up and swayed, "Or maybe I'll just head home. I don't have any clothes here...I'll need a fresh pair for work tomorrow." He joked, giving her backside a playful smack.
"What are you talking about?" she asked, amused.
"Because it's the weekend. You know, no work on Saturday." He explained.
"Of course, it is," she nodded, relieved.
"But shouldn't you be heading home in the morning? You know, like you said? To see dad?" He teased.
"I would, if he were here. He's on yet another business trip." He winked. "I'm all yours this weekend, honey." She giggled as he placed her back on her feet.
"If that's the case..." he said, resigned, "Why do I have to move these boxes? Can't we just-"
"No, it has to be done tonight," she insisted.
"Why?" he queried.
"Because I'm your mother and I said so," she joked, grinning.
Markus rolled his eyes and shook his head, "Such a motherly bitch." He mumbled, but then, loud enough for Alison to hear.
"Markus! Language!" She scolded.
"Yeah, yeah...I know." He conceded, grabbing a box.
She smiled and planted a kiss on his cheek, "Happy one month anniversary, baby!"
"You remembered?" he remarked.
"How could I forget?" she replied.
"I'd forget if I were you," he joked.
She shook her head and smiled, "Well if that's the case..." she said, releasing him. "Why do I have to move these boxes today? Can't we do it tomorrow?"
"No," she replied firmly.
"Why not?" he questioned.
"Because I said so, and I'm still your mother!" She grinned.
Markus rolled his eyes and sighed, "Okay...okay, I'll just go tidy up the place..." he said begrudgingly.
"Thank you, dear." She said, stepping into the neighboring room.
As Markus collapsed onto the sofa, he grinned up at the ceiling, "Happy one month anniversary."
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