Jon's room looked different. His bed was bigger. Most of his stuff had been moved to one side and his mother's things were on the other, the two meeting in the middle. There were some pictures on the dresser, showing Jon and his mom in various different intimate situations. Apparently now that they were lovers, they shared the same room. The door opened and Jon's mom came in.
"There you are, Jon," said his mom. "Couldn't wait, could you? Would you like a little dissert after dinner?" She put her hands on her hips and smiled mischeviously.
Jon looked at his mother. She was the same woman, but her body was slightly different. She was thinner, her generously sized breasts were perkier and her hair longer. She was gorgeous. And she was all his.
"Sure thing, Mom," he said, taking off his shirt.
Removing her own clothes, she said, "Jon, honey, how many times have I told you to call me Susan? We're married now, and I think that we should talk as husband and wife, not just as mother and son."
Jon paused. Married? he thought. Apparently, in order to facilitate his wish for an incestuous relationship with his mother, the stone got them married. But why? His mother was facing away from him, removing her bra, so she didn't see him hesitate. "Sorry, Susan," he said. "Its just so hard to break sixteen years of habit."
"That's all right, dear," she said, hugging him. Jon gulped as her bare breasts pressed against his chest. "I know that it was unpleasant for you all when your father and I divorced. All the fighting. All the crying. But maybe its for the best. I found a new husband, and I'm so happy I married you." Her eyes began to tear up. "I remember telling your father that I was pregnant with you. I remember giving birth to you, holding you in my arms, not knowing that I would be marrying the boy I carried inside my body for nine months."
Jon and Susan held each other for a while, their naked bodies pressed together. Susan sniffed, kissed Jon and said, "Sorry about that, Jon. Now how about that sex I promised you?"
