For a short time, Mark does not have to think of anything except for the film he is watching. And watch it he does. But all too soon, it is over.

"I like that movie. Leslie Nielson's good." His father comments.

"Yeah." The boy replies.

Silence.

His father turns and looks at him.

"Mark, I know this is difficult for you. It is for all of us."

Mark sits there, looking at his feet, nodding.

"We will work through this and once we have, we can forget all about it."

Mark again nods, hoping they will.

"I also have been thinking." Continues his father. "When this is over, how about the three of us go away for a while? I think we could do with a vacation, what do you think?"

For the first time, the boy looks up and sees the smile on his father's face.

"That would be cool." Unlike most kids his age, Mark enjoyed going away with his folks.

"I am proud of you, sport." He says warmly. "You're doing an extremely difficult thing and your mother and I appreciate it. And if you do have anything you want to talk to us about - about all this, just say. Okay?"

"Yes, dad." The boy smiles.

"Now give your old dad a hug." With a grin, he pulls the boy into his arms and gives him a bear hug.

"I love you, Dad." Mark returns his father's hug.

"I love you, son."

"What's going on here?" A recognisable female voice calls out behind them...

Mark just sits there, alone in the room now that both parents are gone. He's not sure what had just happened but he knows it's something about him.

"I'm going up, Mark. Come when you're ready."

His mom's last words replay themselves in his head.

Does she wants him to do it again?

Despite it being so wrong, that it already may be causing problems between her and his dad, he can't help but feel a shiver of anticipation run through him as he remembers the other times.

"No, it's mom!" He says to himself half-heartedly, his groin tightening.

But he has to do it.

For some reason, it doesn't seem as bad as it has done.

Taking a deep breath, the boy gets up and goes upstairs, pausing outside his bedroom door as he ponders about double checking with her.

Deciding that he heard right the first time, he goes in and quickly strips down, noticing that his penis is already fully erect. Squirting some cream onto his hand, he gently rubs it into his now throbbing tool, gasping slightly as the cool lubricant comes into contact with his hot flesh, making him harder still.

Putting on his robe, he quickly notices that he is sticking out like a third arm. Embarrassed that his mom may see it, he quickly folds his hands over, causing the bloated shaft to press against his stomach.

With his 'condition' hidden, he nervously approaches his parent's bedroom door...

He cannot believe it. He is back in his parents' room, back on the bed with his mother, back in between....

"Okay." His mother tells him. "You remember how we did it last time, right?"

He nods as he listens to the sound of her voice and he remembers how she cried out when they last did this. Despite himself, he feels himself getting even harder even as his face flushes a deep red.

"Just relax, lovey. It will be all right."

Underneath him, he feels something moving, pulling at his robe and then something warm and soft is touching his erection.

Oohhh!

Knowing it is his mother's hand, he pushes his hips forward as he feels her pulling at him. Her other hand gently presses on his bottom, pushing him down.

"That's it." She says encouragingly.

Guided by her hands, he pushes down and forward and gasps aloud as he feels his tip hit something. Underneath him, his mother shifts herself.

"Now push, honey. Push."

Obeying, he humps his hips forward and is immediately rewarded with that tight wet feeling sliding over the head of his cock.

"Ohh!" He groans, his eyes closing as he relishes the contact. With a violent jab, he buries three or four inches of himself inside her.

"Ooooh. Not so hard." His mother cries out and he feels her hand pushing against his stomach as if to stop him entering further. He stops.

"That's it. Now do it more slowly." Looking up at her face, he sees that her face is red, her eyes wide. Gently he moves forward and immediately feels the hot wetness slide further down him.

Inch by inch the boy slides into his mother, causing her channel to expand impossibly around him. Rubbing the ribbed inner walls against his taut hardened flesh as he joins with her.

Despite his feelings, he knows that this is paradise...

For a short time, the boy is lost as he moves his hips back and forth as he slowly fucks his mother. His mind completely enthralled by the sensation of his organ sliding in and out of his mother's.

His eyes closed, he tries to fight back the gasps and groans as he feels the wet sheath sliding back and forth on his swollen thickness. In fact, he is so lost, he doesn't even realise that she is gently thrusting back against him.

And then he can feel it, the tingling sensation in his groin which causes his erection to swell up even more. Gasping, he starts to speed up.

"Cum for mommy. Please... "

Her sudden words abruptly returns him to his surroundings and he finds that he is looking directly down at his mother's face, their eyes locking.

"Please..." She says again, almost a plea.

It is too much for him. Unable to stop himself, the boy rams himself as deeply inside her as possible and then he feels something rush up his cock. Then he is crying out, his body convulsing as he feels something hot literally jetting out the end and into his mother.

Once....twice...three times...four.

Each squirt is like the first and causes his body to shudder and for him to cry out...

Back in his bedroom, the boy stands his bed as he tries not to think what he has just done to his mother in the room next door.

But he can't!

He can feel her soft body under his, her soft words, the strange wet feeling that surrounded his hard-on as he f... did 'it' with her.

He feels a familar tingling sensation in his penis.

For a moment, a forbidden moment, he finds himself back in his parents' bedroom, on top of his mother. The thought causes his still half-hard penis to stiffen. Automatically, his hand starts to reach for under the robe...

No!

Shaking his head, he tries to concentrate on something else. Still feeling clammy, he decides to have a shower like she had told him and so, grabbing his bathrobe, he makes for the door.

And pauses.

The last thing he wants at the moment is to bump into either of his parents and for long moments, he just stands there.

Finally, he turns, pulls off his robe and slides naked into his bed...

Janice and Mark had settled into a routine of sorts, having what they called their "time together" in the morning as soon as the twins and Jack had left for the day and then again after the twins were settled down for the night. They were all agreed that it would be easier if the little ones weren't exposed to what was going on -- less questions asked and all that.

But tensions were rising in the Fleming household. Relations between Jack and Mark were strained at best -- Mark seeming embarrassed and Jack a little more than resentful, though he struggled not to show it for Janice's sake as much as for their son's.

"Don't forget I'm going over the road on Monday, Jan. I'll be gone for almost a week."

Janice nodded. "I'll miss you."

"I'll miss you, too, babe. I really don't like the idea of being away just now. Especially now, but there was no talking old man Johnson out if it." he said quietly. "What if you need me?"

"It will be all right, Jack. Besides, you'll only be a phone call away and we'll talk in between like we always have done. And your homecomings have always been the best." Jan gave her husband a naughty wink without thinking.

Ignoring her statement, Jack gave his wife a peck and murmured something about running late. Janice sighed and gave kisses all around and watched him head out the door with Emily and Matt.

They hadn't made love since this Government Repopulation Order Worldwide went into effect. The doctors had said a two week minimum of abstinence and then only with condoms. Frankly, Jack hadn't even tried to cuddle up with her, let alone anything else since it had all begun. Maybe she'd encourage it when he returned, and once she was pregnant they wouldn't have to worry about it any more. They could just go on as they always had. Couldn't they?

"Morning, mom."

Jan turned and smiled at her son as he walked into the kitchen. "Morning, sleepyhead. You slept late. I was just coming up."

Mark nodded, but didn't meet her eyes. The act itself was a little easier now -- for her at least. Jan found -- surprisingly -- that she wasn't quite as tender as she had been in the beginning. They still used the pillow to give him better access and of course they were wearing the gowns that had been provided, but they still had those awkward moments when it seemed they might almost be discussing what they were doing.

"Have you seen Sunil lately?" Jan asked. Sunil hadn't been over since before Project G.R.O.W.. In fact, she hadn't spoken to Devi either. Maybe she'd give her a call this afternoon. Devi and her brother couldn't be having any better a time of it than they were.

"No. Guess he's been busy."

Janice nodded and started to make a remark about how even the best of friendships were strained by all of this, but thought better of it. Mark knew it as well as she did. Instead, not wanting him to see her concern, she smiled her sunniest smile at her son and said, "Just let me finish my coffee and I'll meet you upstairs." She needed a few moments alone to get into her mind set.

"Just let me finish my coffee and I'll meet you upstairs." His mother tells him and he quickly excuses himself and goes upstairs. As he enters his bedroom room, he briefly wonders about his friend.

"Knowing him, he will loving it." And he feels his already rock hard cock throb even more at the thought of Sunil's sister, naked. He has always had a thing about her.

He groans to himself as he feels the dull ache in his balls and shaft which he has had since he woke up. Although not erect at the time, he had even started to hump into the mattress until his mother had shouted for him to come down for breakfast. It was because he was only half-hard was he able to hide is "condition" from his parents.

Pulling of his dressing gown, he dons on his gown and gasps as the material comes in contact with his bloated helmet.

"Ohhh!" He groans as he looks down at the huge tent sticking out from his groin. Is he imagining it or does it seem bigger? Filled with a morbid curosity, the teenager slowly drags up the robe from his front until the hugely swollen club stands revelled.

"Fuck!" His eyes widen at the sight of his "condition". It seems more veiny than usual and, although it is his only imagination, the deep purple head looks a lot bigger.

"Jesus." He moans as he imagines this monsterosity going deep inside his mother's sex, her cunt. Normally he feels tremendously guilty at even thinking what he does to his mother and although he can still feel that guilt, but this time, it is swamped by the ever growing need to get in between her legs.

He is so preoccupied in inspecting his "condition", the boy never hears his mother come up and go into her room to get changed, as she normally does before fetching him for a session. Nor does he has a chance to react when he hears the knock on the door and she enters.

"Mark, I am read..." His mother stops as her eyes fall on him...

The boy just stands there, mimicing a deer that has been caught in a car's pair of headlights, as he feels his mother's eyes on him.

Nor does he move until he feels her hand on him, pulling his own hand away and allowing the gown to fall down over his jutting hardness, leaving a large tent affect.

"Come." She tells him as she pulls him by the hand out of his room and into hers. All the way, he is acutely aware of her large breasts as they wobble inside her gown.

Once inside, she lets go of his hand and takes her usual place on the bed underneath the sheets. He just stands there, watching.

"Come." She says again, lifting up the sheet to allow him to get in. With a now practiced ease courtesy of their previous times together, he is soon laying between his mother's legs, their bodies shielded by the bedclothes. Like many times before, he feels her hand on him as she starts to guide him into her.

Hell! I haven't put on any cream!

He tries to say something when he feels some warm and wet nudge the tip of his turgid erection. Then her hand is pushing on his ass and he groans as he feels himself slide into a tight couldron of liquid heat...

Everything happens so fast for the boy, his mind shutting down as the sensations overload. He is hardly aware of anything but the pleasureable feeling of his mother's ..erm.. sex wrapped tightly around his cock, her moving under him.

"Ohh, mom... "

Then he is pressing into her, already swollen cock expanding further deep inside, his breathes coming in deep gasps with each deep penetrative thrust.

"Ohhh."

With a long drawn out groan, he is filling her, his forehead against hers, his hands grasping her shoulders firmly as he strains against her. His body trembling and bucking violently at each discharge of thick, potent semen.

"That's it, darling. Eeeeasy does it." He hears her whisper.

Finally the ejaculations stop but he can still feel the tingle down below, still feel his mother tight around him.

Slowly he lifts up his head and looks down at her, his eyes locking with hers. The sight of her makes his body shudder, his cock throb and suddenly he is filled with the desire to kiss her, to plant his lips over her soft ones. Slowly, he starts to pull back and gasps out aloud as he feels his mother's ribbed insides caress his penis's over-sensitive head, his cock still ever so swollen.

His eyes still locked on hers, he moves in again. Filling her with his abundantly erect flesh, the sound of their wet groins clearing being heard despite the muffling of the sheets.

For a moment he flexes his heavy erection inside her, causing his mother to gasp?, and then he is pulling back, then pushing back in, and then out again, then in.

Within seconds, he is rhythmically thrusting into her, his eyes never leaving hers as the sounds of gasps fill the room...