Brenda showers, Tarquin makes the bed

"You make the bed" Brenda instructed as she started grabbing some clean clothes from the closet, throwing some clean sheets towards her son. "I'll shower first because I need to be making lunch!"

Tarquin starts taking the dirtied sheets from the bed and nods at his mother. Brenda steps out into the hall looking over her shoulder at Tarquin, making sure he's not ripping the sheets in his haste. Deciding that it'll be fine she moves towards the bathroom.

Being naked already means she just quickly grabs a large towel and puts it within arms reach as she steps under the shower.

The water cascading down her body, washing away the sweat and any trace of the incestuous experience that had ended only moments ago. Getting some soap to wash off the remains of her own juices from her crotch and legs.

"This kinda of thing can't become regular... But my sweet, sweet Arnold just isn't cutting it any more." Brenda thought, losing herself in her thoughts. "Hell, as horrible as the experience was, even those two brats gave me a better time than Arnold has in a LONG time... Still, I'd rather have some more bonding time with Tarquin than ask those two little shits for some help with my needs."

Shock rushes to the front of Brenda's mind! Not only was she actively thinking about cheating on her husband, but she was thinking of cheating on her husband with her own son!

"Shit Brenda, what are you thinking?! Cheating on Arnold, the man you love, with your own son? What is wrong with you?!" She thinks as she slaps herself in the face as if to wake herself up from her thoughts. At this point the door of the bathroom opens again and Tarquin steps inside.

"Mom, you done?" With a quick shake of her head to regain her composure Brenda answers "Yes honey, almost." To her surprise Tarquin takes of the shirt he had been wearing and the boxers that he had put back on while he was making the bed, grabs another towel and steps into the shower with her.

"What are you doing young man?" Brenda asked with a small hint of panic in her voice. "Wha-? Oh come on mom! We need to hurry, and after what we just did sharing a shower seems like not a big deal." Tarquin explained, grabbing the soap and starts washing himself. Brenda knew her son was right, but the shower is barely spacious enough for the two of them and although he tries to act cool, she sees her son staring and the obvious boner that is slowly growing between his legs.

"Well..." Brenda paused, thinking about the possibilities of how this could go. But she quickly understood that there was no other option than getting out right now. "You're lucky I'm done already." she continued as she stepped out and grabbed the towel she had grabbed earlier.

Drying off, walking back to her room and grabbing some clothes. Trying to put on some of her usual tight clothes she realizes that she is actually still quite sensitive after that orgasm. Instead of her usual tight clothing she instead threw on one of her few loose fitting pieces of clothing she owned, a dress with a relatively deep cut but with a long and loose bottom half. Of course it was still revealing, she barely had anything that wasn't, that's just the kind of girl she is. But this way she was completely covered up without having to put on any of her tight panties or thongs which was all she really owned in the underwear department.

After a few minutes, Brenda was hard at work in the kitchen preparing food for lunch. Tarquin came down from upstairs, clean body and clean clothes, and just as he's about to sit down in the living room and turn on the TV they both hear a car pull up.

A moment later, Arnold and Spencer barge in through the front door. Spencer jumping onto the sofa, landing next to his brother and watches TV as Arnold walks into the kitchen and kisses Brenda on her cheek and asks "Hey honey, how is your day going?"

"Oh great, our son got into a fight then I proceeded to pleasure him to make him feel better and to pay me back he then pleasured me until I had the biggest orgasm I have had in years!" Brenda thought, but instead she let out a light sigh and said, "Fine dear, you?"

As Arnold sat down at the dinner table in the kitchen and grabbed today's newspaper he started rambling on about how one of his students is still a massive idiot and never seems to learn, how another teacher complained about her students trying to undress her with their eyes. And lastly a rumour that one of the female students was trying to sleep her way to straight A's. Basically, just the usual, although the more she hears the story of the female student trying to fuck her way to good grades the more Brenda wondered if Arnold had been one of the teachers that the student was targeting...

"So, I'm sleeping with our son and my husband might have a young girl being filled with his dick... What the hell is happening with this family? I just hope Spencer isn't doing anything weird!" Brenda looked at the youngest of the family, wondering if the sweet 14 year old kid was doing some fucked up shit like his mom and brother. And sure, Arnold was probably innocent, but it would explain why he was so uninterested in sex with her lately if he had some 18 year old piece of ass on the side.

Brenda looked over her shoulder at the love of her life, sitting there, reading a newspaper and waiting for lunch to be ready... "No, surely not. Not Arnold... Right?" Brenda couldn't get the thought out of her head, but without proof it would be wrong to just assume he was cheating on her, especially since she had DEFINITELY cheated on him, even IF the first time wasn't something she actually wanted, the second very much was.