A Warm, Comfy Place

"Almost there," Harvey announced needlessly through gritted teeth.

Bridget blew out a breath in relief. That last stretch from Wirchie’s to the Diamonds’ cabin had been the roughest part of the trip. Rounding the eastern shore of the lake revealed treacherous roads. The SUV had weaved around the winding, tree-lined roads with the vehicle barely under its owner’s control. Even with Harvey slowing down, she could see his hands gripping the steering wheel tightly. The strain of the last nerve-wracking hour plus was evident on his face.

Fortunately, they’d be off the slippery, icy roads in a matter of seconds. Or at least they should be if Harvey slowed down for the turn.

“Uh, Harv, shouldn’t we be slowing–”

“I’m trying!” Harvey shot back. The ice seemed worse than ever as he relied on decades of driving in wintry conditions. Pumping the brakes usually helped…usually. “Brace yourselves!”

“Harv,” Bridget repeated as he took the left turn into his driveway at a higher speed than recommended and earlier than normal.

“Whoa!” Sean sounded as the sports utility vehicle began to slide nearly sideways.

“Coming in a bit hot, huh, Dad?” Whitney commented, peering past the Tarvers to see the stone pillars of the entry closing in rapidly on the passenger side.

“Not now, pumpkin!” Harvey ordered, turning the wheel hard to the left.

Bridget leaned over as far as the seat belt would allow in Harvey’s direction. Yet, she still scrunched herself up and cringed as a loud scraping sounded as the SUV slid through the entryway with no room to spare.

“See? No big deal,” Harvey declared, ignoring the obvious damage to the side of his vehicle.

“Right,” Bridget responded, noticing how he ignored the tree branches that her side of the windshield continued to drive through.

“Whoa,” Sean sounded again, although in a much different tone.

Bridget nodded as she saw what caught her son’s eye.

The two-story cabin appeared straight out of a Christmas card. A thin layer of snow covered a smattering of the wood and stone building. Add in the ice forming from the freezing rain that produced a glazed covering, and it might be one of the loveliest sights Bridget could recall ever seeing. Unfortunately, the older blonde’s admiration turned to renewed alarm as Harvey appeared absolutely certain to miss the garage spot that revealed itself with the door opening.

“Another problem?”

“What? Nah, no, no, I’m going to pull right up to the porch first,” Harvey denied, poorly lying as he let the SUV do whatever it wanted as it decelerated. “It’s better, you know, for Sean.”

“Of course,” Bridget remarked. Her alarm had turned to amusement as their momentum slowed down. Still, she glanced over at him with a bemused expression as her side of the vehicle stopped just shy of the cabin’s porch. “Well, as they say, any landing you can walk away from is a good one.”

"Total burn, Dad," Whitney teased after unlocking her seatbelt to lean between the two front seats.

“Um, I think I have a problem,” Bridget revealed, attempting to open her door. “It’s not budging.”

“Oh, great landing, Father,” Whitney continued to comment. “Too dented up to open.”

“Ugh. I think it’s more the ice. My door is–ugh!” Harvey grunted. Fortunately, he’d managed to **** his door open.

“You might be right,” his daughter acknowledged after failing to open her door.

"Maybe you should get out on this side," Harvey suggested to Bridget as he exited. His arms clung to the open door immediately as his lower body slid out from under him.

“I’m really starting to hate the ice,” Whitney remarked.

“Starting?” Sean questioned, thinking she already should after nearly dying.

“I do love ice skating.”

“Let’s see if you still do the next time you’re out on it.”

“I’m not some pussy, weirdo,” Whitney shot back.

“You know what they say the definition of insanity is, right?” Sean challenged.

“Yeah, you.”

“Kids, do you mind?” Bridget snapped.

Under normal circumstances, the athletic doctor wouldn't have difficulty crossing over the center console. Years of working out religiously and keeping her body flexible left her reasonably close to her old cheerleading days. However, her dress caused considerable complications as she maneuvered around the obstacle. At that moment, Bridget raised the lower portion as she felt a tug and worried it'd gotten caught on something.

Offering a hand for help, Harvey tried not to stare at the exposed leg show. He succeeded, only for his eyes to laser in on the blonde’s buxom bosom as she twisted her upper body around for the final effort. And it didn’t help the stirring in his groin that his ex-girlfriend’s beautiful sister practically fell toward him with those delicious-looking breasts.

“Damn, that was a workout,” Bridget gasped breathlessly, unknowingly causing Harvey to bite his lip at how that line would sound under different circumstances.

“Be careful. Keep a hand on the car,” Harvey suggested as he helped her out of the vehicle.

“Hey! The hell?” Whitney exclaimed as the parents bypassed her door without any attempt to open it.

Instead, Harvey motioned for Bridget to gather by the rear hatch. And as his daughter continued complaining, Harvey yelled back that they needed to get the wheelchair out for Sean.

“You better not get used to being spoiled like this,” the cheerleader captain growled.

“Worried that I’m encroaching on your prima donna territory, pumpkin? Oww!”

“Dammit, don’t punch him!” Harvey bellowed, giving a final hard yank that released the rear hatch.

“It’s really coming down,” Bridget remarked, wiping away the cold rain from her face. “Luckily, no one else is driving back here tonight.”

“Get over by the porch. That should block it while I finish up here,” Harvey suggested, lifting the wheelchair from the trunk area.

Immediately, he dropped it, as Bridget let out a squeal as she slipped on the icy pavement while turning to follow his idea. Reaching out in reaction, Harvey managed to catch her in the nick of time, with her almost knocking him off his feet as well. The result ended up looking quite intimate.

“Geez Louise, Dad! Mrs. Tarver just announced she’s getting divorced a few hours ago,” Whitney exclaimed in an overly critical voice. She also emphasized the Mrs. part. “Do you really need to cop a feel already?”

“What?” Sean asked, twisting his head around to peer out the open hatch.

“Cut out the nonsense,” Harvey responded before lowering his voice. “Uh, sorry about that.”

“Thanks for the save,” Bridget replied.

Whether her rapid heart rate came from nearly falling or Harvey’s strong hands cupping her breasts, Bridget couldn’t say. Instead, she stifled a moan as those hands slid around to her sides to help steady her balance. Once safe on her feet, Bridget placed one hand on Harvey’s shoulder, then the next as she took off her high heels.

“Holy brrr! It’s freezing!” the older blonde commented with her shoes off. “Watch the heels when you get out, honey,” Bridget remarked to Whitney as the rear hatch shut.

“Did your dad really…you know, with my mom’s…?” Sean struggled to ask in his embarrassment.

“Get a solid feel of her tits? Yeah, I’d say so,” Whitney chuckled. “His luck always seems to land on T&A.”

The effort to open Sean’s passenger side door turned out to be about as expected. A few sharp tugs sent Harvey to a sitting position on the porch step as the door flung open. Already waiting in the cabin’s open door with the wheelchair, Bridget covered her mouth, holding in a laugh.

“Okay, Seanie, jump onto my dad,” Whitney joked.

“Stop treating me like a baby,” Sean snarled.

“Yes, that’s my job!” Bridget called out.

“He’s getting cranky. Must be nap or feeding time,” Whitney yelled past Sean.

“The Shitney act got old about thirty minutes ago,” Harvey grumbled, helping his daughter’s rescuer out.

“Did…Did you just ship our names? The fuck?!” Whitney exploded.

“I agree. Shitney can be improved. Something closer to whiny would fit them better,” Bridget giggled.

“I should’ve stayed at the hotel,” Sean mumbled grumpily.

“Under the care of the Babybees? It was your call, honey. Oh, and your grandmother’s supervision. That’s unless you wanted Bev in charge,” Bridget continued to tease as she helped her son onto the wheelchair.

“What? Don’t I get a hand?” Whitney complained. Once on the porch, she surveyed her father’s daily vehicle. “Wow, you really fucked up the side, didn’t you? Guess it’s time for a new one.”

“What? It’s mostly paint damage…well, mostly. And one doesn’t buy a new car over that! Where did I fail you on spending money? That’s what auto body shops are for,” Harvey pointed out as they headed inside. “I’ll put it in the garage after Sean is settled in.”

“Spoiled Seanie,” Whitney huffed, but her father knew it to be an act.

“Okay, buddy, let’s get you to the den and all settled in,” Harvey announced after hanging his coat up. However, Sean’s groan caused him to stop. “What’s the matter? Are you in pain? Does he need another painkiller, Bridget?”

“Gawd, I hope not,” Whitney groused, knowing what the new painkillers led to.

“No, I’m fine. It’s just, uh, maybe I can sleep on the couch out here or something,” Sean suggested. “Um, that foldout bed isn’t very comfortable.”

“It’s not? I thought it was just me,” Harvey agreed. “I think I'd better look around for a better one. Or reconsider guest arrangements around her. I could always–”

“Not now, Dad,” Whitney cut off, knowing where this talk would be headed.

“Right, right. How about you share the master bedroom with pumpkin?” Harvey proposed, causing Bridget to raise her eyebrows.

“And what if he goes all weirdo again? I don’t think so,” Whitney said, shooting down the idea. “I need my beauty sleep.”

“That’s not a nice thing–”

"Sean could take JoJo's spot tonight. That way, I can keep an eye on him," Bridget explained before turning toward her son. "How does that sound?"

“Better than the foldout, I guess,” Sean admitted. He wasn’t thrilled about sharing the bed with his mother after all of Whitney’s baby teasing from a few minutes ago.

Bridget carried the wheelchair upstairs while Harvey helped Sean hobble up one step at a time. Although he had a state-of-the-art backup generator, Harvey still had concerns about downed trees and power lines as ice formed. So he told a complaining Whitney to start a fire in the main fireplace.

After wheeling Sean into the guest bedroom, Harvey offered to help get him onto the bed. However, Bridget suggested a bathroom break first, which led Sean to loudly state that he could handle it himself.

“Somebody is getting cranky,” Harvey chuckled before lingering in the room. “Uh, are you doing alright? Need anything?”

“I’m okay. Thanks. A good night of sleep should help,” Bridget replied, feeling an unspoken tension in the room.

She’d opted not to joke about his offering help as she didn’t trust herself to keep the conversation appropriate. Suddenly, Bridget wondered if Harvey had another reason in mind for proposing that Sean share Whitney’s bed. Was it to distract them? No, no, no! Don’t even go there, Bee!

"Well, if Sean starts acting like a weirdo, let me know. We can always ship him over to the other room. I'm sure that Rachel and Clive wouldn't mind," Harvey chuckled.

"Maybe you should sleep there. In case I need to scream for help." Bridget immediately kicked herself for blurting that out.

"I'm sure I'd hear you scream from anywhere in the cabin," Harvey replied, locking eyes with the gorgeous blonde.

Suddenly, the toilet's flush destroyed whatever electricity had begun to crackle in the bedroom. Shaking her head, Bridget’s flushed face shifted to a friendly, thankful expression. Moving forward, she offered Harvey a hug and a brief kiss on the cheek.

“Thank you. You’ve been so thoughtful tonight with everything.”

“You don’t need…your family has always meant the world to me, Bee. And that’s increased to epic proportions after Sean risked his life for my family.”

Bridget worked feverishly to hold in a moan upon feeling the other epic proportion that she felt push into her. Years of Leo neglecting her needs seemed ready to burst forth as her freedom approached. Still, acting on those desires so soon wasn't appropriate at all.

And especially so with a man like Harvey. He brought far too many complications, primarily due to her family.

Although Bridget let go, Harvey held the hug for far longer than necessary. It felt too good to let go, but eventually, he did as the sound of Sean banging into the bathroom door reached their ears.

“Good night,” they said simultaneously.

After sharing a quick laugh, Harvey left the room. Immediately, he saw that his daughter had skipped out on starting a fire. So grumbling to himself, Harvey descended to the main floor. It didn’t take long to get a nicely-sized fire going. Holding his hands out, he appreciated the warmth.

Walking down the hallway, Harvey pondered sleeping on the couch or taking Sean's spot in the den. The fire in the great room gave the sofa a significant lead. Still, he needed to check on Whitney before heading to bed and admonish her for not starting the fire as he had asked.

The door stood partly open, so Harvey’s knock opened it further. Stepping inside, he found Whitney on the opposite side of the bed, standing in front of the vanity dresser. Of course, she stood admiring herself in the mirror. Unfortunately for the father, the way his daughter leaned slightly forward emphasized how her tight dress showcased her firm ass. Gawd, she’s turned out gorgeous. No doubt karma paying me back for my playboy ways.

Glancing to his left, Harvey noted wryly that his former little girl had indeed followed his orders in her own way. She’d started a fire, but in the main bedroom. Of course, she wanted her bedroom nice and toasty before doing as I asked.

On the verge of commenting on her behavior, Harvey's eyes met Whitney's reflected blues. Immediately, he noticed her troubled expression. That led him to stand directly behind his daughter in a flash. His hands landed on the curve of her upper arms just below the shoulders.

“What’s wrong?” the concerned father asked, watching as his daughter brought a hand up to her chest.

“You know, I almost didn’t wear this that day,” Whitney commented, her fingers intertwining with the diamond sapphire pendant necklace. “If I had thought about it, I would’ve taken it off. Why risk losing it while ice skating?”

“But you didn’t,” Harvey pointed out, knowing what she implied.

"Sean wasn't my only savior under the ice. I wouldn't be here if your gift hadn't sparkled at him. Th-That's what haunts my dreams since," Whitney admitted, her blue eyes glistening with tears.

“You can’t think that way, pumpkin. You can’t,” her father insisted, rubbing the curve of her shoulders soothingly.

“Don’t you think about it?” Whitney asked.

“I do, but that’s my role as your dad,” Harvey acknowledged before revealing more. “I didn’t realize it until this trip, but my nightmares have centered on losing you. Not in the way I almost lost you the other day, but you’re leaving the nest for college. I guess I’m worried that I’ll become nonessential in your life as it expands at college.”

“Dad! Don’t you ever think that! You’re the most important man in my life. I can’t see anyone ever replacing you in that position,” Whitney proclaimed, moving her hands to cover his on her shoulders.

"Well, I think I have competition, pumpkin. Dalton will forever be your business role model," Harvey said as they smiled sadly.

His daughter nodded slightly at the unspoken thoughts going through their minds at the horrible news Dalton revealed. Whitney patted her father's hands as she saw the pain on his face. Then, shaking his head, Harvey sought to change the mood.

"Then, there is Sean. Your old man can't compete with the boy that saved your life," Harvey added with a teasing grin. "I mean, those painkiller side effects should keep him loppy and hard enough to keep you off balance."

"Hardy-har-har, old man. And don't think I didn't notice your old man comment was a cry for me to pooh-pooh that notion," Whitney remarked, taking her hands off his. "I'm not here to buck up your spirits. That's your job for me."

“Fine! I’ll just waste away while you run around with all those men on campus.”

“Who said anything about only men, Father?” Whitney asked cheekily.

Harvey struggled hard to keep those potential images from overtaking his mind. Lacey, Ramsey, Caterina, and even Skye flashed through his head before he shoved them aside. That damn incident at the hot springs!

“Keep up the tough girl act. Someday, a special man is going to sweep you off your feet, pumpkin. It hits all of us,” Harvey declared.

“Not me. Don’t you realize that I’m going to be just like you? Only I won’t make a mistake in getting married to produce my heir.”

While Whitney meant her words as a compliment, her father took them as evidence that he should’ve sought help in teaching her about the merits of romance and monogamy. Dammit, she never would’ve listened to Willow, but I could’ve asked Rachel to help.

“Dad?” Whitney asked, noticing that he hadn’t delivered a snappy comeback and his strange expression.

"I don't want you thinking like that. We're the most important people in each other's lives, but we also need someone special to experience life with. I've failed in that respect so many times, but I don't want the same for you. So stop talking that way. Instead, find that special person who keeps you going. Got that?" Harvey asked, dropping his arms to wrap around her stomach in a hug.

“I think we discovered the special woman that keeps you going,” Whitney commented with a bemused expression. Her face also wore another look, but one that Harvey wasn’t sure he wanted to admit. “I’m talking about Bridget, Dad. Or am I the cause of the log pushing into me?”

Harvey didn't offer a reply. Instead, he felt shocked for not realizing he still had a rock-hard erection from Bridget or that it came back during his time with Whitney. Yet, his brain didn't fail to notice his daughter's flirty tone nor the way she slightly shifted her ass against his cock in a teasing manner.

With everything swirling around in his head, Harvey's gaze began to roam over his daughter's reflection. Never blind to her beauty nor her exquisite figure, he'd managed over the years to avoid viewing her sexually. It'd taken a considerable effort to brush that aspect of Whitney aside, especially with how freely she dressed at home and how they openly discussed their sex lives with each other. Despite that, Harvey had continually performed maintenance repairs on the mindwall that held back any sexual desire for his daughter. Unfortunately, those efforts failed as the wall crumbled.

His eyes appraised every contour of her body. The flawless skin that her strapless dress exposed. The beautiful face that stopped men in their tracks. Those magnificent breasts, which he knew, filled out oh so many tops. And that firm ass that seemingly pushed back against his cock.

“Dad?” Whitney repeated, her eyes widening at the lust she saw in his.

“Don’t discount your ability to get men hard, pumpkin. Even me,” Harvey revealed throatily.

It took every bit of willpower for him to pull himself away from his desirable daughter’s body. Subconsciously, Whitney’s ass followed slightly as it sought to keep the forbidden connection. Backing up until his legs hit the bed, Harvey balled his hands into fists as he fought the siren’s call of that derrière.

“Good night, pumpkin,” Harvey **** himself to say.

“Can you unzip me first?” Whitney asked as she saw her father turn to leave.

“What?” he questioned.

“I don’t think I can unzip myself. Please?” the blonde asked, keeping her voice level and calm, even if she felt anything of the sort.

"Um, of course," Harvey replied automatically. Some might find unzipping his daughter inappropriate, but he'd done so before, except never under circumstances that hummed with sexual tension.

Stepping behind Whitney again, Harvey ignored her slightly pushed-out ass. Refusing to look at her reflection in the mirror, he moved the long, blonde locks away, placing them over her left shoulder. Taking the tiny zipper in his hand, Harvey slowly pulled downward.

Although Harvey had little doubt, the movement revealed that Whitney hadn't worn a strapless bra under her dress, as the opening of the garment exposed more skin. And despite only asking to be unzipped, Whitney never uttered a word as her father continued to pull the zipper downward past the point she needed—instead, a smirk formed around the corners of her mouth.

Eventually, Harvey lowered the zipper to its limit. Along the way, he'd also lowered his body. Crouching down, he allowed the dress to bunch up around his delightful daughter's waist. Then, he raised his right hand, sliding it up the smooth skin exposed by the dress's ridiculously high slit.

“Oh, Dad,” Whitney mewled, the touch causing goosebumps on her skin.

If her father's dick could've gotten harder, it would've at hearing her voice say that title in such a sexy tone. An unquestionable need–if not thirst–to see the rest of his offspring overtook Harvey. With strong, steady hands, Harvey took hold of the bunch-up dress and began to slide it down. With how tight the fabric clung around her waist and ass, he had to shimmy it down those curves before gravity took over, plopping it at her feet.

Whitney lifted one foot, then the other, out of the dress without even a moment of pause, kicking it off to the side. Moving his attention from the discarded dress back to his daughter, Harvey noted the tiny thong she wore. I guess it’s good that she at least wore some underwear. Damn, except for color, they look identical to the ones that Bridget has on.

Standing up and stepping back, the momentary thought of Bridget's name caused Harvey to glance at the side of the mirror. Yes, the door stood wide open and should be closed. No, he wasn't leaving Whitney's side for anything. And even if he should do the smart move and shut the door, his wicked girl's movements kept all his attention solely on her.

Harvey's cock repeatedly twitched as he studied Whitney's new position. His little girl had placed her hands on the dresser, allowing her to push her ass out again. And for added effect, she spread her legs a few inches apart.

“A goddess. I created a goddess,” Harvey declared huskily.

“Is that so?” Whitney challenged, her question coming out more as a raspy gasp.

Harvey didn't answer with words. Instead, he let his hands do the talking as he stepped up against his daughter. This time, those hands didn't clench to fight off his craving.

Now they spread to palm those firm ass cheeks.

Feeling her father’s hands on her naked skin sent chills down Whitney’s spine. A long moan followed, resulting in similar chills down Harvey’s spine. Absolutely superb! This is an ass for the ages. She’s truly divine.

“Cheerleading has been worth all the time and money,” Harvey remarked, slapping an ass cheek.

“Oh, Daddy,” Whitney whimpered as lust consumed her.

Stepping forward, Harvey brushed his pants-covered cock against his girl's caboose. With the new vantage point, he finally took in his daughter's even more impressive curves. And Whitney's large breasts didn't disappoint. They were magnificent globes without any hint of sag, thanks to her youth and good genes. Plenty of shopping trips already revealed the size of her D-cups, and now those purchases he paid for sprang to mind. It's about time I saw what my money bought.

As her hunger grew under her dad's gaze, Whitney's breasts heaved as she began to pant. She'd never felt this turned on before in her life. Deep down in her darkest desires, she'd wondered if this day might come. Too highly-charged sexual beings were bound to copulate, whether they were father and daughter or not.

Reaching around, Harvey palmed those glorious globes, eliciting a long, loud, excited keen from the sexpot he'd created. The high-pitched sound sent his gaze to the edge of the mirror again and the open door's reflection. Only this time, he loved that it stood open. Let Bee see how a real man treats a woman built for sex.

"You're the sexiest creature that I've seen, pumpkin. Do you know that?" Harvey praised, kneading her tits while her diamond-cutter nipples poked into his skin.

“Uh-huh,” Whitney sounded, shoving her ass hard against his manhood.

“And these didn’t come from your mom.”

“No shit. You made them; you get to play with them,” Whitney contended saucily.

“I love you so much.”

“I love you too, Dad,” Whitney responded, sending back a sinful smile in the mirror.

“Uh, however, I do have a way with women in bed.” Harvey suddenly found his confidence faltering as he contemplated crossing the final line.

“Don’t worry, Dad. I know. I’ve spied and eavesdropped on more than enough of your conquests to know you want a slut between the sheets. Some of them even liked to share about what happened down the hall the next morning at breakfast.”

“Shenai,” Harvey grumbled.

“Not only her,” the blonde sexpot replied with a wink.

The wink further inflamed his passions and desire to put his bratty daughter in her place.

“So you’re prepared to be conquered?” Harvey challenged, sliding his hands off her tits down to her hips.

“Who said I was going to be the conquest?” Whitney countered, showing she was truly his offspring.

“Oh, we’ll see,” Harvey vowed.

Removing his hands from her skin, his right hand went to his belt buckle. The left went between those creamy thighs. Brushing a finger along his scion’s slit, Harvey found what he expected. Whitney’s lower lips were soaking wet, and his little girl was shaved bare. The tiny thong slipped down her legs in no time.

Watching in the mirror as her father brought his finger to his mouth, Whitney also noticed his other hand struggling to undo the belt buckle. Oh, hell no!

"Hey–What are you…." Harvey trailed as the sinful seductress stood up straight. Whitney had been in the perfect position for a fuck, so his eyebrows raised as she turned around. Despite his confusion, he marveled at the wonder before him. Naked except for high heels and a diamond necklace. Just the way I want it.

“Oh, we’re not starting that way, Dear Old Daddy.”

Slapping his hand out of the way, Honey Hollow High’s queen bee took charge. Showing off deft hands, she undid his belt in no time. Then, with a smirk that could start wars, the blonde teenager dropped to her knees. And without waiting for another second, Whitney briefly reminded her father of the girl who could never wait to open her presents. His pants and underwear came down as one.

“Fucking A!” Whitney squealed, finally witnessing what she’d long heard tales about.

“I take it you know your way around one of these?” Harvey couldn’t help but ask. Heck, she deserved it for all the smartass comments he’d lived through over the years.

“Who’s my father?” Whitney countered.

Then, taking the largest cock she’d ever seen in one hand, Whitney leaned forward to give her new favorite lollipop a long lick.

“Somebody’s been naughty,” the teenager stated, noticing an extra flavor. “Is this why we rushed out of the hotel?”

Harvey ran a hand through his hair as he looked down at his daughter's raised head.

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“No arguing,” Bridget ordered. “You need a good night of sleep.”

"Fine," Sean said, giving in and swallowing the painkiller. He just hoped his humiliation wouldn't be too mortifying by the morning.

“Okay, now let’s get you ready for bed,” his mother announced, reaching up to undo his tie.

“Wait! I, uh, don’t have my pajamas,” Sean noted.

“Once I’m changed, I can get them from the den,” Bridget assured him while taking off his suitcoat.

Sick and tired of being babied, Sean unbuttoned his dress shirt while his mom hung his suit coat in the closet. At least I’m not having any side effect problems right now, Sean thanked his good luck for the moment before unbuttoning his dress slacks.

Bridget turned in time to see her son pulling his pants down past his knees. Throwing her head and hand up, she grumbled at his stubbornness.

“Honey, you know you can’t do that yourself.”

“I can too!”

“Not with that on your leg. Remember how hard it was to get your pants over it earlier,” Bridget reminded.

“How the hell am I going to last the next month or two?” he wailed, realizing what the future held for him.

“Once the swelling goes down, we’ll explore cast options. So don’t start whining yet,” his mother explained, reaching to pull his slacks down.

The ripping sound backed up Sean’s point as his mother grimaced. Those dress pants were now ruined. Bridget threw her hands up as if to say whatever. A pair of slacks paled in comparison to Whitney and Sean’s lives.

“Well, I’d say it was time for a new pair, but those were new,” Bridget joked, tossing the ruined garment onto the desk chair.

Now down to only his underwear, Sean attempted to pull the sheets down to get under the covers until his pajamas arrived. However, he needed to stand to get his weight off the blankets, and when he tried, his mother motioned for him to stop.

Sitting on the bed next to her son, Bridget turned so that her back faced him. Upon hearing her request, Sean did a double-take. But when his mother repeated her request, he lifted a shaky hand toward the tiny zipper. And with a sharp tug, he yanked it down just enough for his mom.

“Now that wasn’t so hard. Thank you, honey,” Bridget said, holding the dress to her body as she stood up.

Out of nowhere, Bridget stumbled. She didn't realize it, but her left heel cracked when she slipped on the ice, breaking it now off entirely in the bedroom. Unfortunately, the sudden move also caused the top of her dress to drop down to her waist. Shaking her head at her luck, Bridger kicked off both heels while muttering about ruining a lovely pair of shoes.

Then, remembering Sean's presence, Bridget looked over to see a stunned expression on his face. Nearly ready to apologize, she recalled the incident in her hotel room when Sean and Harvey arrived. So, shrugging her shoulders, Bridget further shocked her son by removing the rest of her dress. That left her only in a black strapless demi bra and a skimpy pair of matching panties.

“Nothing you didn’t see earlier,” she laughed off, walking over to the closet.

That's the moment when Sean recalled that his mother had not only a pair of skimpy panties but that they were also a thong. His eyes couldn't help but lock in on each of her ass cheeks as they moved with each step. Sean's self-control vanished as a hanger fell to the floor, forcing his mother to bend over. He hoped she hadn't heard his loud groan, yet knew she had.

Fortunately, Bridget mistook his groan not from the sight of her curvy ass but from his foot.

“See? I was right in making you take that pill before going to sleep,” his mother said, turning around.

Marching back across the bedroom toward him, Sean wondered if he’d taken the wrong pill and started to hallucinate. Why? Because his mom acted so carefree as her D-cups jiggled around while they threatened to explode from the tiny, strapless bra. He didn’t realize that after a long, emotional, and stressful night, his mom felt too damn tired to worry about appropriateness. In her view, Sean already saw her in only her underwear prior to the ball, and another couple of minutes wouldn’t kill him.

"Let me just get my nightie. Then, after I change, I'll get your pajamas," Bridget reassured him while walking past Sean and the bed.

Unable to stop himself, Sean’s head turned and followed, shifting from his mom’s big tits down to her curvy ass. A strong sense of déjà vu hit him as her actions reminded him of Whitney’s. Mom and Whitney are alike? How fucking weird is that?!

“Okay, let me just get changed in the bathroom and….” Bridget started to say after closing the dresser drawer. With the black nightie–that could probably be better called a piece of lingerie—in her hand, she’d turned around only to halt abruptly.

Having reshifted from his mom’s ass back to her tits, Sean failed to notice his mother’s sudden silence right away. When he did, he raised his eyes, expecting to find an angry scowl on her face. Instead, he found a dropped jaw, wide eyes, and a shocked expression. Following her gaze, Sean saw it was locked in on his dick. His now rock-hard dick that tented his underwear obscenely.

Then, their gazes moved together from his groin to stare into each other’s eyes. Bridget attempted to speak. However, she merely managed to open and close her mouth three times before a proper question came to mind.

“Is that…one of your side effects?”

In his rattled state, Sean found himself unable to lie and automatically shook his head no.

“Oh,” his mother sounded before waiting a long moment to ask the question she dreaded for its answer. “Is that because of…me?”

Her hand shot to her mouth at the slight nod.

Bridget felt a wide range of feelings at the revelation. She’d never once considered her son finding her sexy enough to have such a raging hard-on as a possibility. Sure, she knew teenage boys could get hard over anything, but this was an issue that she’d blocked from ever happening in her mind.

Yet, taboo desires–incestuous desires–weren't new to Bridget. She recalled that summer more than two decades ago, before her senior year of high school. Shelly's beach house party was the first moment she remembered the notion of **** entering her sexual fantasies. Watching a pair of distant cousins in Sela and Calum fuck lit a fire inside Bridget. It had simmered for almost a full year until it turned into a raging cauldron the summer after she graduated. That's when Bridget performed the one act that not even her best friends knew about. She'd spent a wild weekend fucking her visiting cousin.

The taboo act had never been repeated, as by the time they’d next seen each other, Bridget was pregnant with Peyton and the bride at her rushed wedding. Yet, the taste of the forbidden had never fully been quenched. Only she never expected to find her son experiencing the same desires.

Wait a fucking moment! That can't be real. Leo is nowhere near that big. No, no, no, Sean can't be that hung.

"Mom?" Sean finally snapped out of the daze as his mom walked over to lower herself in front of him.

"Uh, that doesn't look healthy. I, um, want to–need to see what it looks like. In case it's a medical emergency or whatever," Bridget lied, whether to Sean, herself, or both, she didn't know.

Sean never had a second to consider the lie as his mom motioned for him to lift his butt as she pulled his underwear down. Swiftly, the longest cock that Bridget had ever seen up this close sprang out, causing her to gasp. Sure, Bridget could name three dicks she’d seen that outclassed her son, including Harvey’s, but never right in front of her face.

"Holy fuck," Bridget gasped before cooing. "Mommy did a good job in making this."

With seemingly more blood rushing to his cock at his mother's words, Sean nearly fainted when he felt her hand wrap around his shaft. Then, with a light grip, Bridget slid her hand up and down the large cock, almost as if she were measuring it in her head.

“You definitely didn’t get this from your father,” Bridget revealed, giggling. “And you’re a bit sticky.”

After hearing the comment about his dad, Sean felt that anything might be possible. That proved true immediately as he watched his mom take her hand off him and sniff it. Then, she licked it.

“Is this Whitney?”

Sean shook his head.

“No? Hmm, so just who did you fuck before we left?”