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The Box Ch. 02

***authors note at the end of story, read it if, and when, you'd like***

It was an early morning, so early that the sun wasn't even showing yet. There was no movement on the street. People hadn't even started leaving for work yet. The only sound was that of a slight summer breeze.

At the end of the dark quiet street, tucked back in a cul-de-sac, sat the Owens' large brick home. The only way you would know the home was occupied, was from a light in the farthest left downstairs window illuminating onto the lawn.

Inside of that far left downstairs room, Patricia Owens chewed her thumb nail while staring at her laptop. She nervously moved the arrow cursor over a "schedule now" tab on a local obstetrician's appointment application. But, she hesitated clicking on the small tab.

"How could I let this happen?" She sighed quietly to herself. Her hand on the mousepad moved down to her stomach. She leaned back and rubbed her hand over her flat abdomen, feeling a dull ache.

Patricia groaned aloud and threw her head back. She wished she could go back in time. She wished so much that she could undo what she'd allowed to happen between her son and herself. But, even with the innumerable reasons and unfathomable guilt, Patricia couldn't deny the tingle she got while remembering having sex with her son.

Up the stairs and down the hall, Andrew stretched himself awake. While throwing his arms up over his head, he noticed a soreness in his muscles.

"What the...," he whispered into a yawn. He didn't remember exercising recently. Then, as if no time had passed, a radiant red blush covered his cheeks. It all hit him at once- he had sex with his mother.

Andrew sprang up from his bed, nearly falling off the edge. He hurriedly pulled his sweatpants right-side-in, then jumped to pull them on- also almost falling in the process. Not bothering to put a shirt on, he paced his room.

He held his head between both hands, whisper yelling, "Ohmigod, ohmigod, oh-my-god!"

As any eighteen year old tends to do, Andrew was working hard not to wake his mother in this time of distress. He was sure his mom was fast asleep just a room away, while he wondered if she'd be furious the moment she woke up.

Neither mother or son dared to be the first to show face. Patricia sat- as content as she could be- locked in her office and glad to have a coffee maker. Andrew spun slowly in his desk chair. Eventually, hours after the sun was up, there was a tap on his door.

"Honey," Patricia's small voice hit Andrew's ears. "C-can we... talk?" She stood in the hall, feeling two inches tall waiting for her son to open up.

And to her surprise, open up, he did.

They both stood in silence. Their eyes locked in search of answers. Patricia held tightly onto the end of her robe tie, finding little comfort in the softness between her fingers. Andrew picked at the stitching in the pocket of his pants, hoping he wasn't shaking like he thought he was.

"Andrew I-," Patricia started, but was cut off.

"No mom. Stop," Andrew sucked in a deep breath and puffed out his chest a bit. "I know what we... did isn't right. But, I don't think it's wrong either." Another blush ran across his face at admitting his feelings.

Patricia caught a blush on her cheeks as well. She shook her head slightly, "Honey, last night... we can't-," she spoke, but was cut off again. This time her son's lips weren't speaking, instead they were pressed firmly on her two lips.

Patricia opened her eyes wide, staring at her son like a mad-woman. Quickly, she pushed her sons firm chest. Andrew stumbled back, an eyebrow raised in confusion.

"Andrew!" She yelled to her son. "We can't! You know we can't!" She held her hands in front of her, almost as if she were blocking herself from an attack.

The young man rolled his eyes, "Why not mom?" He shrugged off his mothers seriousness. "I'm not telling anyone- and I mean anyone. So, as long as you," he nodded to Patricia, "Don't tell anyone, shouldn't we be okay?"

Patricia stared at him for a moment, then sighed. At first she couldn't tell if her boy was serious. But, his expression told her that he believed what he was saying one hundred percent. Guiding Andrew into his room, he sat on the bed and Patricia sat in the desk chair.

"Drew, I enjoyed myself as well. But," she knew she needed to choose her words carefully. "But, it was irresponsible of me to let it happen."

Drew looked at his hands for a moment. He considered his mom's words. Then he looked up, "No," he said with more force than he meant to. "Mom, I'm an adult and you're not the only one who had sex last night."

Patricia blushed again, "I know that! But, I'm your mother, I wasn't acting like your mother last night!" Now Patricia was standing, pacing in place.

"Says who? Maybe that's our dynamic now mom," Andrew stood up, turned his mom around, and held her by the shoulders. "We're both adults mom, maybe we can act like it?"

Shrugging his hands off, Patricia groaned. "You want to know how I know it isn't right?" Andrew nodded. "Because, neither of us thought about this!"

Patricia reached into her pocket and pulled out a few slim black unopened foil packets. She threw the black foil on Andrew's desk. He picked one up and read the label.

Andrew's eyes went narrow, and then wide. He hadn't even thought about wearing a condom. He threw the black wrapper back down.

He leaned on his desk, "Well to be honest, I thought you... ya know, couldn't...," he made a half moon shape with his arms in front of his stomach.

His mother gasped, then promptly smacked his arm. "Andrew! I'm not that old! I-I mean, that doesn't matter!" She threw her arms down, "Even if I couldn't get pregnant anymore," she rolled her eyes. "Condoms aren't just for that, they protect both partners from STDs."

They were quiet in thought. The joking and teasing was fun, but the mother son balance was already obviously shifted from the two having had sex. Andrew was the first to speak again.

"So," he drew the O sound out. "Are you? Ya know, pregnant?" He barely had the courage to look up.

Patricia sighed and sat back down. "Honestly, I don't know. One time is enough, but, if I remember correctly," she looked up. "I don't feel today, how I felt the morning after your father and I conceived you."

Andrew chuckled politely at his mother's dry attempt at humor. He hesitated, "What if you are... pregnant? Then what?" His brows furrowed under the weight of that possibility. There was a moment of silence while Patricia thoughtfully considered her options.

"I mean," she sighed and leaned back, looking at the ceiling. "I couldn't possibly have another child."

"What if I... got a better job? And helped out more? I could take a gap year before college!" Andrew asked, getting more and more concerned with each question.

"Andrew," she said in her most motherly voice. "First of all, I'm not doing anything that would get in the way of your future," she paused, realizing the irony in her words.

"And second, that's not the issue at all. I am forty-six years old and haven't had a steady boyfriend since your father passed. How am I going to explain a sudden pregnancy?"

It was Andrew's turn to consider things. He knew his mom was right, too many loose ends. Plus, he wasn't really prepared for a child, no matter what he said he'd give up.

He looked at his mom, "Then what? Like, an abortion or something?"

Patricia tilted her head, "That's a very real possibility, if I'm pregnant." She leaned forward, "How do you feel about that?"

She watched the wheels turning in her son's mind.

Of course it was her body, and she could get an abortion if she wanted to, by all means. But sitting across from him, she saw her son differently than before. His opinion on this mattered almost as much as her own, and she wouldn't let that be forgotten.

Andrew finally met Patricia's eyes. He cleared his throat, "I think it would be kinda... weird, I guess. But I know it's gotta happen," he shrugged and looked down. Patricia stood up, crossing the space and sitting next to her son.

"I'm so sorry I've put you in this position, Drew," she said sweetly, putting her arm around her son. "I should have never let this happen," tears sprang in the attractive woman's blue eyes.

Drew turned into his mom's embrace, hugging her tightly. He enjoyed the feel of her slim figure against his muscular one.

"You gotta cut that out mom," he pulled back, looking into her eyes. "We both did this, together. What about those morning after pills?"

She raised an eyebrow, "To be honest honey, I'm not entirely sure how they work. I have been out of the game for a while," she playfully punched his arm.

Andrew wasted no time looking up every who, what, where, when, and why on morning after pills. He and Patricia looked over everything, from risks to customer reviews. After reading just about all there was, the pair got dressed- separately in their own rooms.

They drove to a drugstore that was one town over, as not to risk someone they knew seeing them. The pharmacist didn't ask any questions, which Patricia was grateful for. Once in the car, she opened up a Diet Coke and swallow a pill down.

Two weeks later- after one pill, a diet coke, and countless nervous paces- Patricia started her period right on time. She sat on the edge of the tub and exhaled a breath she might have been holding onto for weeks.

She was lucky. Her carelessness could have been much more costly than fifteen dollars at a drugstore. But, even so, her son's words had bounced around in her mind for weeks.

If neither one told anyone, they'd be fine. She had thought about this over and over. Each terrible possibility, seemingly outweighed by a good one. She scolded herself for being so easily won over by the idea of having sex with her son again. Sitting in her bathroom, it all seemed so simple.

Not being pregnant was a big win in terms of their relationship. Pretty upside down, she thought to herself. The more she worked it all out, the more liberated she felt. There wasn't a solid reason why she and her son shouldn't be together, so long as they treaded carefully. To Patricia, that meant no more "so spontaneous we forget protection" sex.

She stood up, a surge of confidence running through her. She marched to her sons room, opening the door without knocking. Andrew looked up from his book and smiled.

"Hey mom, what's up?" He smiled sweetly at her. They had agreed to lay off any romance until they knew if she was pregnant. So, he had fallen back into the son role quite nicely.

Patricia leaned against the doorway. "Guess who got her period today?" She asked with a smirk. Andrew sat up and kicked his legs off the bed.

"Holy shit! So, does that mean it worked?" Andrew's excitement was evident.

"It looks that way," she nodded. Her blonde curls bounced just a bit. She crossed the room, sitting at the foot of her son's bed.

"I've been thinking about what you said," she explained. "I think you're right. I do think we can make a relationship work."

Andrew's eyes lit up. Without a word, he reached forward and pulled his mom's face to his own. Planting a solid kiss right onto her lips. Almost instantly, Patricia melted against him.

Andrew wrapped his strong arms around his petite mother. She ran her delicate hands across his hard chest. Their tongues danced, pushing into the other's mouth as much as they could. Clumsily, Andrew's finger got stuck in Patricia's hair.

Laughing, Patricia helped him get his finger out of her tangled curl. They both leaned back, just a bit breathless. The silence between them wasn't awkward or overwhelming anymore, but instead it was comfortable.

After a steady silence, Andrew spoke.

"So how? How do we make both sides of us work?" He asked.

Patricia cocked her head, "How do you mean?"

"I mean," he started, "How do we stay mother and son, and lovers?"

She took his words in, thinking about his very valid question. "I think we need to set boundaries. Maybe, times when I'm your mother, and times when I'm your lover," she offered.

Drew nodded, following his mother's explanation.

"Another thing," she sat up more. "We cannot have a slip up like not using a condom again. This whole thing is already risky, forgetting protection is not an option. "

"I agree," he said, then reached for her hand. "And mom, I'm really lucky to have you as a mom and lover."

Patricia felt herself blushing and tightened her grip on her son's hand. They spoke more about possible boundaries. She also explained that one of her personal boundaries was no sex while menstruating. Andrew pretended to be upset, earning him a slap on the thigh.

"I'll wait," Andrew suddenly said out loud.

Patricia raised an eyebrow, "What are you talking about? Wait for what?"

Andrew ran his hand down his stomach, stopping above his crotch.

"I won't touch myself until we can have sex, after your period."

Patricia bit her lip. Her mind darted between the lovely sentiment, and the large load her son would have in a week and a half. Her eyes landed right between his legs, the slight outline of his penis was visible.

"Honey, you don't have to do that," she argued.

He smiled, "I know, I want to. I want to wait," he almost moaned. A chill ran through the room and down both of their spines.

Patricia leaned forward, and gently kissed her son. It was a motherly kiss, the kind a baby might get on their soft little heads. Then she kissed him again. But this time, it was more.

This kiss was slow and passionate. Drew followed his mother's lead, not going faster than she wanted. Patricia's lips were the first to part, opening to give Andrew's lip a nip.

His lips parted then, granting her access to whatever she wanted. Meanwhile, her hands roamed over his chest and through his hair. He kept his hands on the flair of his mom's hips.

Patricia had to pull back before she couldn't stop herself. She also didn't want to leave her son high and dry.

She sat back, "I should go get dinner started."

Andrew nodded slowly, "What's for dinner?" He asked slowly, making sure he was in the clear to be son again.

"I don't know, maybe I'll just order pizza?"

He shrugged, "Yeah, that sounds good."

After a beat, Patricia got up. She smiled and started to leave, but before exiting she turned around.

"Yeah, we need to work on this," she motioned to herself and her son.

"Okay good, I wasn't sure if that was actually awkward, or if it was just me," he admitted.

She nodded, "Yeah, that was awkward. But we'll work on it! One step at a time," she smiled warmly. Andrew felt his heart clench with a mix of sexual tension and motherly tenderness. He absolutely loved it.

With pizza, more jokes and laughing together, Patricia realized that for the first time in years, she was herself. Not that she was completely lost since her husband's death. But, she knew a part of her died with him. Now, here with her son and the prospect of a deeply sexual relationship, she found the piece that had been missing.

And all along it was in the bedroom down the hall, and two rooms to the right.

A/N: I beat myself up a bit over a slight plot error in the last chapter. Hopefully, this chapter makes up for it. Also note, I put this chap. under incest/taboo because even though there's no sex, the core of the story is still very much incest.

I hope you all can enjoy this chapter in the progression of Patricia and Drew's relationship.

With love, as always— S.G ♡xx
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