time to play but there's a complication

Sarah took his hand and tugged, enouraging him to stand and follow her. They walked back through the house to their bedroom. Sarah moved her head, scanning the rooms as they walked. "Well, there's definitely signs of a woman's touch. So you've been with your girlfriend long enough for her to put her mark on things. If she doesn't live you with you, she's at least over here alot."

Tom nervously glanced around as if fearing this mysterious new girlfriend might pop out of the closet. Sarah laughed at his reaction. "Don't worry, she won't be back for awhile," she said.

Tom stopped. "How do you know that?" he asked in a confused tone.

"I...I'm not sure," she said. "I just do. But it doesn't matter - that just means we have time to play," she added, blowing off Tom's confusion and continuing to the bedroom.

Tom followed along slowly now feeling a little uneasy. By the time he reached the bedroom door Sarah had already slipped out of the black shift and was standing by the bed in her heel, wearing only a lacy black bra and panties. She bent one leg slightly, taking a seductive stance and beckoned Tom closer with her index finger.

The uneasy feeling briefly rose to a strange sense of discomfort, but he quickly pushed that aside as he took in the sexy, inviting sight in front of him. He kicked off his shoes as we approached the bed. Sarah began kissing him passionately with unbuttoning his shirt. Tom struggled out of his pants and Sarah pulled him onto what had been their bed.

They ran their hands across one another's bodies, their kissing strengthening to an intensity they hadn't felt in years. Tom's arousal grew and he pulled down his underwear with difficulty to free himself.

When Sarah felt Tom's penis pressing freely against her, she rolled him off of her, surprising him as she climbed on top. "Now, baby, let me take control," she whispered, pulling aside her panties and lowering herself onto Tom.

They both gasped in pleasure as she slowly, methodically increased her rhythm. He tried to put his hand on her hips but she pushed them off and back down onto the bed, leaning forward to keep him in place. "No, baby, just lay back..." she whispered in his ear.

The pleasure built quickly and Tom had trouble holding back - but he **** himself to wait, trying to prolong the experience and give Sarah time. Her breath quickened and she gave several gasps of pleasure. Finally he felt her contract around him and he let go, exploding inside her. But her scream of pleasure turned almost immediately into one of panic and she jumped off, with a look of horror and disgust. At the same time Tom felt a sense of loathing a what he had just done - he couldn't explain it but this all felt wrong.

"What was that?" Tom asked, a bit panicked himself. He reached out to try to comfort Sarah.

She pushed his hand away, still giving him a strange look. "I...I don't know..." she said. She got control of her breathing and sat back down on the bed, pulling a sheet up to cover herself. "Sorry, but I just feel weird right now," she apologized.

They both sat in silence for a few minutes. Finally Tom got the courage to put his arm around her - this time she allowed his touch.

"It was amazing at first," she started, then paused. "But it all went wrong all of the sudden. I felt like I was with my son. But I don't have a son, not really," she continued with a bewildered expression. "And it felt so wrong and disgusting. Yet at the same time, very exciting, even perverse. I can't explain it."

Tom considered her words. They mirrored his own feelings - a mixture of excitement and wrongness. He let his mind wander as he compared the sexy, older Sarah beside him with the one he shared 20 years with. His jaw dropped at the sudden realization. He could clearly remember the life he lived with Sarah, but now his other memories were different. He had trouble seeing his mother - when he thought about her in his memories, all he could picture was Sarah. His memories of Sarah were both as his wife and mother! The combination of memories was very confusing - he knew his old life was the "real" one, but the new memories were so fresh in his mind that he had some trouble distinguishing them.

He turned to face Sarah and could see in her gaze that she'd had a similar realization. "I...I remember you as my son even though I remember our marriage. I gave birth to you, raised you to the man you are today." She shook her head. "No wonder I freaked out."

"I'm so sorry mom ... crap, I mean Sarah," he cursed, fumbling his apology with the influx of new memories. "We can change things back now to stop all this."

Sarah grabbed his hand as he reached into his pocket. "No!" she said firmly. "I don't want to give up yet. I've got an idea."