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  “Better?” she asked. His cock was aching and throbbing. The new position felt even more dangerous than the last one had. But he couldn’t tell her that.

  “Uh, yeah,” he said.

  The show continued on. As much as he tried, it was almost impossible for Ben to keep his hands from roaming along Alina’s body. He let his palm glide across her stomach, and it had made its way all the way up to the bottom of one of her breasts before Alina put her hand on top of his, affectionately trapping it in place.

  She squeezed her buttocks together again, gripping his cock between them in a manner that felt heavenly to Ben. He thrust against her slightly on instinct, feeling his heart race as the situation began to heat up.

  “Alina,” he whispered.

  She reached her hand back and put it on his waist, pushing her butt back against his cock as he did.

  “What is it, baby bro?” Alina leaned her head back against his shoulder, exposing the nape of her neck as though she was begging him to kiss it, begging him to do even more than that.

  “Do you want to…?” He trailed off, unable to put his emotions into words. He wanted to ask her to shift positions again, for the sake of their relationship, and keeping things from going too far. He wanted to ask her to hang out in his room privately, or in her room, and see where things led. He wanted things that conflicted, things that were dangerous, and things that were safe.

  “I feel like I need to lie down,” said their mother. “Does one of you mind switching with me?”

  Alina stood up before Ben had time to answer.

  “I don’t mind,” she said.

  Alexa smiled and walked over to the couch. Before Ben could have much of a reaction, she’d climbed into the spot Alina had been in and pushed her butt flat against her son’s hard, sensitive member.

  “Are you comfy, sweetie?” she whispered. She shifted, letting Ben’s cock poke between her thighs, and then pinned her legs together tight against it.

  “Oh yeah, mom,” he said. “That’s perfect.”

  He didn’t have to hold back with her, or at least, he knew he could get away with more. Alina was sitting in the love seat and couldn’t see either of them from her position. Ben was groping at his mom’s breast within seconds. He thrust against her, horny and unable to control himself. He kissed her neck and ran his fingers over her nipple. Alexa didn’t encourage him, but she also made no move to stop him.

  The show continued on, and so did Ben’s horny, erotic play. He had one hand on his mom’s waist and the other on her breast, and slowly ground his cock into her. Alexa was mostly stoic throughout, except for her legs and buttocks, which she squeezed together, in some ways, driving him to keep going.

  “This couch is smaller than I remember,” she whispered.

  “I think I’m just bigger than you remember.” Ben pulled her tight against him, feeling the softness of her breast as he thrust his cock against her butt.

  There was only so much he could do, however. In a sense, Ben was just torturing himself. It was just enough contact to be exciting without letting him get the release he needed. The show continued on. Alexa slapped his hand away when he tried to slide it down into her yoga pants, or use it to unzip his own pants. Ben was stuck in a sexual quagmire.

  “Do you guys want to watch one more?” asked Alina. Ben blinked at the screen, realizing that the credits were rolling. His mother yawned.

  “No, I think I’m going to turn in for tonight,” she said. She gave Ben’s arm a suggestive squeeze. He knew what it meant.

  “Yeah,” said Ben. “I think I will, too.”

  CHAPTER 11

  Ben gave Alina a goodnight hug before heading upstairs. She grinned at him as she stepped into his arms. She felt soft against him, and it was only through a massive force of will that he managed to keep himself from doing more than just hugging. As it was, his erection prodded her in the stomach slightly, and Ben felt his cheeks flush up as he wondered whether or not he could feel it.

  “Goodnight, sis,” he said. “I’m looking forward to rehearsal tomorrow.”

  Alina nodded slowly. Her smile was secretive, as though there was something that she didn’t want to say aloud hidden behind it.

  “So am I,” she said.

  Ben made his way upstairs slowly. He left his door open a crack, pulled off his t-shirt and jeans, and then climbed into bed. A few minutes went by, no more than five, before the door to his room slowly opened.

  “Sweetie?” His mom whispered. “Are you still awake?”

  Ben sat up.

  “Yeah, mom,” he said.

  Alexa stepped into the room, closing the door behind her, and then walked over to his bed slowly. She sat down next to him and rubbed his shoulder.

  “We never finished your therapy this morning,” she said. “Do you want me to…?”

  She trailed. Ben put his hand on top of hers instead of answering with words, slowly guiding it down to his hard cock. She felt it through his boxers, and then carefully worked it out into the open.

  “It’s nice having Alina back, isn’t it?” Alexa slowly stroked her son’s cock, talking in a whisper as though nothing odd at all was happening between them.

  “It is,” he said, shivering as the pleasure began to have its effects on his body. “I was surprised. She just showed up at rehearsal.”

  “It must have been hard for you,” she said. “To have her playing Juliette, I mean.”

  Ben thrust his hips up, feeling his mom’s soft hand and fingers running along his shaft.

  “Yeah,” he said. “It was so hard.”

  “Did the two of you, uh…” His mom stroked faster, as though the movement reflected her uncertainty. “Did you both have to kiss?”

  “Almost,” said Ben. “But it wouldn’t be so bad, I don’t think. I mean, I’ve kissed you on the lips before.”

  Alexa leaned in a little closer to him, keeping her gentle, motherly grip on his penis. She rubbed his shoulder with her free hand.

  “Yeah, but you don’t like kissing me,” she said. “At least, not like that, you know?”

  Ben leaned in, letting his lips touch hers in answer. The kiss felt more illicit than any other that they’d shared before.

  “I do like it,” he said. “I don’t think it’s bad. I mean, you’re my mom. I can kiss you.”

  Alexa paused for a moment, letting her hand go still. Then, she leaned in and kissed him back.

  “I guess you can,” she said, her hand returning to stroking him off. “And I can kiss you.”

  They kissed again, their lips moving more passionately against each other’s. Ben pulled her body more onto the bed, and Alexa adjusted herself so that she was straddling him, her crotch only inches away from being in contact with his cock.

  He pulled her face down to meet his and kissed her again, even deeper than the last. Their tongues swirled together, and she continued stroking and rubbing his hard, sensitive tool.

  “This isn’t part of the therapy, though,” said his mom.

  “It might be,” he said. “We’ll have to talk to Dr. Kim.”

  “I’m not sure,” said Alexa.

  “It’s fine for now though, right.” Ben reached up, grabbing her breast and kissing her half on the cheek, and half on the lips.

  “You’re such a teenager,” she said, a hint of amusement in her voice. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d think that you wanted to…”

  She trailed off, as though finishing her thought would have been going too far. Ben knew what she was going to say, and part of him cringed internally. He wondered if it was true. She was his mom. He couldn’t want to do that to her, could he?

  Instead of torturing himself over the idea, he kissed her again and pulled his mom down on top of them so that they were, in fact, making out like teenagers. Her breasts felt insanely good against his chest. She kept moving her hand on his cock even as it squished between their bodies.

  “Ben,” she said.

  “Yeah, mom?�
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  Whatever she was going to ask was apparently hard for her to properly put into words. Alexa hesitated for several seconds. Her hand, however, kept moving, stroking her son off with loving, necessary movements.

  It was Ben’s intimacy therapy. It had been helping him get better. He needed it. He needed it, and wanted it, and craved it, and thought about it every time he saw his mom with her big, soft breasts and stellar butt.

  Ben reached his hands across her chest, feeling her breasts and letting her hard nipples trace lines across his palms. Alexa reached to his wrists and moved his hands away, keeping them away from an area she apparently considered to be off limits.

  Instead, he let them rest on her waist. He moved his mom slightly, pulling her back and forth. She brought her other hand down to his cock and began to massage, more than stroke. Ben gripped her tight around the waist and lifted, eliciting a little squeal from his mom.

  It almost felt like Ben was bouncing her up and down on his tool. Her hands moved up when he lifted, and came back down when he let go. He did it several times in a mock imitation of…

  Of something that he couldn’t let himself think about. Of something that a son had no right even pretending to do with his mom. Of something that made him see red, and pushed him over his limit.

  “Oh, mom,” he moaned. Alexa stroked faster and faster. Ben pulled her flat against him and rolled over just as his cock began to blast out seed.

  “Ben!” she said, her voice annoyed and a little embarrassed. He sprayed cum onto her t-shirt, covering her stomach and chest with hot, sticky seed.

  “Oh…” Ben took a deep breath, trying to push through the pleasure and come back to reality. “I don’t know what-“

  There was a knock at the door of Ben’s room. He jumped on his bed, throwing himself off his mom and slipping back underneath the covers. Alexa hurried to the door and opened it without thinking.

  “Alina,” she said, clearly surprised. “What are you doing up?”

  “I wanted to say goodnight to Ben.” Alina eyed her mom suspiciously, and then looked down at her shirt. “What are you doing in here? And what’s that on your shirt?”

  “That was me,” said Ben, quickly. “I accidentally spilled a glass of water.”

  It was hard to see Alina’s face in the light of the hallway, but somehow, he got the feeling that she wasn’t completely buying it.

  “Uh-huh,” she said, after a few seconds. “Anyway, goodnight.”

  “Goodnight, Alina,” said Ben. “Goodnight, mom.”

  “Goodnight, honey.”

  The door to his room shut, followed shortly by Ben’s eyelids.

  CHAPTER 12

  Ben was out of bed early the next morning. He dressed and headed downstairs to find his mom and Alina already up.

  “Hey,” said his mom. “Did you sleep well?”

  He couldn’t keep a smile from spreading across his face.

  “Well enough,” he said.

  Alina had her script out in front of her at the kitchen table. Ben sat down next to her and shot her a glance.

  “Which scene are you reading through?”

  “The one where Juliette meets up with Romeo in the…” She trailed off, frowning slightly. “In the brothel.”

  “Oh,” said Ben. He wasn’t sure what else to say. Even mentioning that he wasn’t sure if she’d end up getting the part of Juliette seemed like it might come across the wrong way.

  Ben ate breakfast, hash browns and sausage, and then he and Alina headed off to rehearsal. They walked side by side, and their familiarity with each other made the long stretches of silence comfortable, rather than awkward.

  “Luciana is probably going to want your opinion on who ends up acting across from you,” said Alina.

  “Yeah…” said Ben. “She’s told me as much already.”

  They walked a bit further before he looked over at her, trying to read her expression.

  “Do you want the part?” he asked. “To be Juliette?”

  He’d expected her to laugh, and immediately bring up how ridiculous it would be, for her to be Juliette, while her little brother was Romeo. At the very least, he expected her to mention the weirdness of the situation, and how close they’d be stepping toward a line that shouldn’t typically be crossed. Instead, she just shrugged.

  “It’s one of the lead roles,” said Alina. “And lately, I’ve been starting to enjoy acting a lot more, even more than I when I was in the theater company, in high school.”

  Ben nodded slowly, feeling his stomach twist slightly, and an odd sensation spread across his loins. There were so many scenes that would end up putting them into compromising positions in the play. It felt strange to think about Alina and him making an attempt at some of them.

  They slowed as the theater came into view in the distance. It was a misty morning, with a thin layer of fog coating the street and surrounding area. As such, neither of them noticed Jessie until they were almost at the bottom of the steps.

  “I need to talk to you for a minute,” said Jessie. “Privately!”

  Ben glanced over at his sister. Alina smiled at him and gave his shoulder a quick squeeze before disappearing up the steps and into the theater.

  “Jessie, look,” said Ben. “I still haven’t decided who-“

  “You will decide!” she snapped. “Right now!”

  Ben sighed and looked around. He’d been late to almost every rehearsal, and judging by the lack of cast members outside, he was probably already late again.

  “I can’t pick you over the rest of them if it turns out that you’re not the best fit, Jessie,” said Ben. “And obviously, Luciana gets the final say.”

  Jessie took a step in closer to him. She had a wild look in his eyes, the kind of look that he’d seen actors playing jealous girlfriends and crazed mothers pull off effectively on the big screen.

  “You will tell her that you want me to play the role of Juliet,” said Jessie. “Or else, I will tell everyone about what I saw you and your mother doing yesterday morning.”

  Ben flinched back. He’d almost forgotten about that, what with Alina’s surprise appearance, and then yesterday’s rehearsal.

  “Jessie, please!” he hissed. “Can we talk about this somewhere else?”

  “I want to talk about it right here,” said Jessie, raising her voice. “And right now!”

  “It wasn’t what it looked like,” said Ben. “I… have a medical condition.”

  It sounded patently ridiculous and Ben knew it, but it was the truth. Jessie flashed a cruel smile and slowly shook her head. Then, she raised an eyebrow, as though suddenly having an idea.

  “Your sister just came back into town,” she said. “Maybe I should tell her first? See what she thinks of it?”

  “Jessie!”

  “Even if she already knows, I can use it as leverage against both of you,” she said. “It would be even easier for me to get the role if little miss skinny sexy supermodel dropped out of the play on her own.”

  “Fine!” snapped Ben. “Whatever. I’ll tell Luciana to make you Juliette.”

  Jessie laughed wickedly and pulled him into a not entirely unpleasant hug.

  “That’s all I was asking for, Ben,” she said. “Jeez, you don’t have to be so serious about it.”

  Ben sighed and rubbed his temples.

  CHAPTER 13

  Contrary to his earlier analysis, Ben was still somewhat early to rehearsal when he and Jessie made their way into the theater. Most of the cast was still walking around and chatting. Luciana was standing on stage, reading from a notebook, lost in thought.

  They’d taken only a few steps into the theater when Ben heard loud, stomping footsteps approaching. He looked up in time to see Mika with a furious expression on her face. She pointed an accusatory finger past Ben, directly at Jessie.

  “You whore!” screamed Mika. “You were making deals with him outside just now!”

  “What?” Jessie shook her head. “No! We were
just-“

  “I saw!” shouted Mika. “I watched, and I saw from the window. I saw the look on his face! What did you make him promise to do for you, bitch?”

  Jessie glared at Mika and stepped closer in. Mika was the taller of the two, but Jessie had the weight advantage. Ben thought about stepping in between the two, but from the expressions on their faces, he knew it would be nearly impossible to do without jeopardizing his own safety.

  “The only reason you’re even in this play is because you’re a skinny supermodel slut,” said Jessie, falling back on what was apparently her go-to insult. “You can fuck off, Mika!”

  “Bitch!” Mika jumped forward, slapping Jessie hard across the face with her hand. Jessie let out a rather unladylike snarl and tackled the other girl to the ground, grabbing a fistful of hair as they fell.

  Ben did his best to step away from the scene as the two girls fought. Other cast members made their way over, and after a few seconds, Luciana was staring at the scene.

  “Stop this at once!” screamed Luciana. The girls continued fighting, scratching at each other and doing other things that would probably leave marks.

  “Hey, come on,” said Ben. “Ladies, please…”

  They continued fighting, like two angry cats having it out. Luciana made her way up the aisle, stopping in front of the chaos. She physically pulled them apart and then pushed both girls away.

  “Get out,” she said.

  “She started it!” screamed Jessie.

  “You are both banned from my production,” said Luciana, in a calm, cold voice. “Now get out before I call someone to have you removed.”

  “This is not fair,” whimpered Mika. “I was only-“

  “Get. Out.” The look in Luciana’s eyes had more ferocity than anything either of the girls had managed in the fight. Slowly, Jessie and Mika withdrew, heading for the door and continuing to watch each other warily.