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Subject: {ASSM} Story: Carly Mom X by LaurenMom (MF, no sex) (March 2008)
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Summary: Stephen is surprised to have someone knock at his hotel room
door, then to see who's actually doing the knocking. Not long after,
Stephen talks to his mother Carly about the news they have heard that
afternoon, that Stephen's wife Paige was seeing another man and that
Paige is pregnant. And Stephen doesn't know it, but Carly must tell
him who the father of his wife's baby is. Then Stephen and Carly
decide whether or not there's a next step in their special mother/son
relationship.

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Story: Carly Mom X by LaurenMom (MF, no sex) (March 2008)

Stephen was at the Inn, collecting his thoughts. He had spoken to his
wife Paige and she had revealed her infidelity, and that she was
pregnant. However, she would not tell Stephen the identity of the
father of her baby.

Alone his suite, Stephen surveyed the dozen roses he had sent for his
rendezvous with Carly. He twirled the bottle of champaign he had on
ice. He looked around the room his secretary had booked for him. It
was beautiful, with a living room, a wet bar, large bathroom with
whirlpool and a beautiful bedroom behind French glass doors. Before he
heard from Paige, he imagined that he and Carly would have a wild time
all around the suite and even in the whirlpool.

But now, Stephen had a great deal to think about. And none of it
included a sexual romp with his lovely mother. The day had turned out
very differently than expected. He hadn't even heard from Carly, but
he knew she had talked to Paige. He didn't know where Carly was, but
he figured their meeting was off, which was fine with him at this
point.

Nor did he know where his wife was. Paige had called several times
since their previous conversation, but he chose not to answer her
calls. And he wasn't ready to go home to her.

Stephen then heard a knock at the door of his room. He got up and
peered through the peephole. He unlocked the deadbolt and opened the
door.

"What are you doing here?" he said to the woman standing in the hall.
She entered without saying a word. "Aren't you going to say anything?"

"How are you?" Carly said. "I've been thinking about you, but I wanted
to give you a little time to process what you heard from Paige. I
thought she might be here, but I made sure I didn't see her car in the
parking lot before I came up."

"I wouldn't tell her where I was," Stephen said. "She wanted to come
here, but I wasn't ready for that. How am I doing? Well, my wife who I
was pissed at just told me she's been seeing another man. She seemed
very sorry. Then she said she still wants us to be together. I didn't
want to hear it, but I didn't totally reject it. Then, she adds the
little detail that she's pregnant, with the other man's baby. I didn't
know what the hell to say after that."

"What did you say?" Carly asked.

"Really, not much," Stephen replied. "I just told her I wasn't going
to be home for the night and that I had to think. She wanted to come
and talk to me, but I really didn't want her to. She's called a few
times, but I'm not ready to talk to her yet."

"Do you want me to go, Honey?" Carly said. "It's really OK if you want
to be alone."

"Thanks, Mom," Stephen said. "But I'd much rather you stayed. In fact,
why don't you take your coat off and sit down?"

"I'll keep it for a bit," Carly said. "It looked like it might rain."
She sat down in one of the chairs in the living room of the suite.
"So, how are you feeling about things right now, Stephen?"

"Which things? There are so many things," he replied. "I really felt
like I was done with Paige, that it was over. Even when she first
called me. I didn't want to hear what she had to say." Carly nodded.
"But this is so weird. For some reason, when she told me she had been
seeing someone else, I felt differently. I would have thought I would
be even more angry, but I wasn't. She sounded like she was really
sorry. Of course, then she dropped the final bomb."

"The pregnancy," Carly said.

"That would be it," Stephen said. "She's sure it's not mine. And I'm
certainly sure it's not mine. It couldn't be. That really threw me for
a loop. I mean, I understood her being with someone else. Again, I
can't believe I feel that way. Maybe it's because you and I...were
going to...you know." Carly smiled.

"Yes, Honey," she said. "I know."

"So, I guess I understand how that can happen," Stephen said. "And she
seemed really sorry. But then, to hear she's pregnant. It just blew me
away. I should be finished. But Mom, I can't help but still care about
her. I believe she's sorry. It sounded like she was willing to stop
seeing the other guy. I didn't ask her if he knew about her being
pregnant."

"He does," Carly said. "I asked."

"And what does he want to do about it?" Stephen asked.

"Paige said he'll do anything she wants," Carly replied. "I think that
included just backing off."

"Well, maybe it could work," Stephen said. "If he were totally out of
the picture...maybe we could stay together and raise the baby."

"You wouldn't mind raising someone else's baby?" Carly asked.

"I think I'd be fine with it," Stephen said. "I don't think a lot of
guys would, but I don't think it would matter to me.:

"Good for you, Honey," Carly said. "That's a really mature place to
be. But there's..."

"I care about Paige, Mom," Stephen said, interrupting her. "Maybe I
should call and talk to her."

"Stephen," Carly said, "There's something else I..."

"What do you think, Mom?" he said, interrupting again."

"Stephen," Carly said, more firmly this time. "Pay attention. There's
something I need to tell you." She paused, bracing herself to share
the last piece of information Stephen needed to consider. "I'm afraid
Carly being pregnant wasn't the final bomb to be dropped."

"What do you mean?" Stephen said.

"I know who the baby's father is," Carly replied.

"You do?" Stephen asked. "Who? How could you know that? I didn't think
Paige told you. She wouldn't tell me."

"Paige didn't tell me, Stephen," Carly said. "You better sit down,
Honey." Stephen had been pacing the hotel suite living room. "Sit." He
gave his mother a look that acknowledged he understood something big
was to come, then he sat on the sofa near Carly's chair. He tried to
remain centered.

"What are you saying, Mom?" Stephen said. "Paige didn't tell you. So
how could you know?"

"Stephen," Carly began, "I don't know how to tell you this."

"Just tell me, Mom," he replied. "How much worse could it get than my
wife seeing another man and getting pregnant by him?" Carly knew how
much worse it could indeed get.

"Oh, Stephen," she said. "OK...it's your father." Stephen just stared
at his mother, then spoke.

"What do you mean?" he said. "What about Dad? Are you saying he knows
who the father is?"

"No," Carly replied. "Your father, is the father of Paige's baby."

"Mom," Stephen said, "What the fuck are you talking about? Are you
saying that Dad slept with my wife?" Carly nodded. "How? When? How is
that possible? How do you know this?"

"I don't know exactly when," Carly said. "But I think it started about
three months ago, around when Paige stopped sleeping with you."

"How do you know?" Stephen said.

"Dad told me," she said. "After I talked to Paige this afternoon, I
went home to tell him what was going on with you guys. I could tell
right away something was up with him. And after a few minutes, he
confessed." Carly paused to consider what to say next. "I'm so sorry,
Stephen."

"Did you know this was going on?" Stephen asked. "Did you know they
were together?"

"Are you kidding?" Carly said. "Of course not! Stephen...I was just as
shocked as you are. You don't really think, especially after what's
been happening this week, that I would have kept that from you, do
you?" Carly had a sudden flash of the events of the week between her
and her son, and a brief recollection of what they thought they would
be doing in this hotel room.

"No, Mom," Stephen said. "I know you wouldn't have kept that from me.
I just had to ask. I'm sorry."

"It's OK, Honey," Carly said. "No need to be sorry."

"But how, Mom?" Stephen asked.

"Well," she said, "Paige said that the other man was just someone who
was comforting her, someone who would listen. Then he was someone who
would hold her. She said neither off them expected it to happen, but
they just ended up sleeping together. Of course, I had no clue she was
talking about my husband at the time she was telling me this."

"Son of a bitch!" Stephen exclaimed. "I don't know who I'm more pissed
off at. My wife for fucking my father, or my father for fucking my
wife."

"How about both?" Carly said.

"Mom," Stephen said, "How do you feel about this, really? It's your
husband and he was sleeping with someone else. What are you thinking?"

"Oh, Stephen," she began, "So many things. I told you a few days ago
that I've been with other people." Stephen nodded. "So I can't really
cast too much blame. I'm shocked...I'll say that. Your father has been
so uninterested physically that I would have thought he was the last
person who would be with someone else. I'll even admit I'm a tiny bit
intrigued that he expressed sexual desire, for anyone! But if it were
anyone else, it would be a whole different matter. I am very, very
pissed off that he did it with Paige. He shouldn't have been having
sex with his daughter in law. But then...I'm afraid I can't completely
overlook what we were planning to do here tonight."

"I know," Stephen said. "I keep thinking of that too. I'm really
pissed off at both of them. But we were going to do it too. But even
if I can find a way to deal with that, what I really can't believe is
that Dad got my wife pregnant! It's bad enough that she cheated on me
and much worse that it was with my own father. But now she's carrying
my father's baby!"

"No shit," Carly said. "That makes it seem so, so much worse. So, to
answer your question, I don't know how I'm feeling really. I'm
confused, angry, sad all at the same time."

Stephen and his mother just sat together in silence for several
minutes, looking back and forth at one another and thinking about
their crazy situation. Stephen's cell phone rang and startled them
both. He looked at the screen and saw that it was Paige.

"It's my wife," Stephen said.

"Do you want to answer it?" Carly asked. "I can leave, Stephen.
Really, it's fine."

"I don't want you to leave, Mom," Stephen said. He hit the silent
button and returned the phone to his pocket. I really don't." Carly
detected something unexpected in his tone of voice.

"Well, Honey," she said, "What do you want?" She gave him a slight
smile.

"I'm not exactly sure," Stephen said. "I don't want to go home. I have
no interest in seeing Paige. I'm guessing you don't really want to see
Dad for the time being." Carly shook her head. "What do you want, Mom?
What do you want to do?"

"Were those roses for me?" Carly asked, finally taking in her
surroundings.

"Yep," Stephen said. Carly rose from her chair and walked over to the
table where the roses sat next to the champagne bucket. She looked at
the card that was lying to the vase the roses had been put in by the
hotel. She read the card aloud. "To the super sexy Mrs. Brooks...That
is so sweet, Stephen." She gave her son a warm smile.

"What are you thinking, Mom?" Stephen said, rising from the sofa.
Carly walked back toward him, then over to the French doors to the
bedroom.

"Um, I'm thinking," Carly began, "That we're both really pissed at our
spouses, and each other's spouses." She unbuttoned the top button of
her trench coat, which she had kept on the entire time the two were
talking. "And I'm thinking that this has been one wild week for us.
One that I'd like to forget for a while. Well, I'd at least like to
forget the last few hours." Carly undid another button on her coat.
"And I'm thinking that I was really, really looking forward to being
here with you." Another button. Stephen was waiting to see his
mother's blouse beneath the coat, but so far, nothing but skin. "And,
I'm thinking that I'm really glad to be here right now." With the next
button, Stephen could see part of Carly's breasts and he then knew,
she had no top under her trench coat. She untied the belt of her coat
and exposed her navel.

"Mom," Stephen said, "What the hell are you doing? What are you
wearing?" Carly opened another button, leaving only one more still
fastened.

"You can say no, Stephen," she said. "And I will totally, totally
understand." Carly undid the last button on her coat and let it hang
open. Stephen could see more of her breasts, down to her navel and
below. Not too far from that, all he could see were shadows. "But, if
you're interested, Honey...I might be interested in seeing an encore
of that little performance you put on for me at the bank yesterday."

"Mom, are you serious?" Stephen said incredulously. Carly turned her
back to him and let her coat fall down. She caught it at her waist,
turned back and tossed it over the arm of the couch. She wore only her
black heels. Stephen saw his mother, naked from behind, and was
mesmerized.

"Yes," Carly said over her shoulder, "I'm very serious." She put her
hand on the knobs of the French doors and pulled them open. "Yesterday
you asked if I wanted to join you...and I wasn't ready." She took a
step forward. "But tonight, I'm in a whole different place than I was
yesterday...and you just might be able to persuade me."

Carly turned and walked directly into the bedroom. Stephen stared,
mouth open for nearly ten seconds. Then he followed his mother.

The End

laurenmom@writeme.com

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