Oh shit!

Panting from his exertions James slowly comes back to his senses.

"Oh shit" he breaths as a wave of post-coital clarity swept over him.

He'd fucked his mother, he was a mother fucker, literally! True, it was the best sex of his life and he'd do it again in a hot minute but now the moment had passed the chilly reality of it was hitting him. What if someone found out? How long can he keep controlling her? Not forever surely, what happens when she realizes what he's done?

"Fuck!" He swears, leaping off her soft body leaving a trail of cum over her plump backside.

Claire looks up at him clearly confused by his reaction.

"What's wrong baby?" She asks "You look like you saw a fucking ghost."

"Nothing, it's okay" James lies buying time as he thinks fast "why don't you go clean up and get dressed?"

That should get her out of the way and let him get his head together. Then he can see about fixing this mess...