They began flirting, and soon they were hooking up.Now it’s getting serious,” says the source, adding that everyone on the set of the film (which is currently untitled) is buzzing about the romance. Not with Nicholas Hoult, obviously, because he’s adorable and I think they genuinely loved each other.
I was in the incest version of the Groundhog Day movie.
Eventually, out of sheer exhaustion, I fell asleep. The next morning, Paul and I pretended it didn't happen, but, of course, you can't erase the past, and an unacknowledged awkwardness began between us.
At the table, I started by asking the usual question, "What did you learn today?
" He responded like he always did, with the teenage staple answer to almost any question asked by a parent, "Nothing." I quoted, "Why do I pay school taxes then? I joked composing myself, "Apparently, the message of Hamlet has changed since I was in school." Paul continued, "No, the message is still about religion, revenge and becoming a man, but if you read deeper into the words of Shakespeare it seems clear that Hamlet and his mom were having a sexual relationship." I joked again, this time trying to see where his head was about the idea of incest, as I asked, "So you're telling me that according to Shakespeare to become a man you have to sleep with your mother? I realized I had just asked my son the most leading question ever.
I sucked my dildo imagining it was Paul's cock I was sucking. I regressed to my teen years as I began, inadvertently at first, attempting to entice my son, like I had his father all those years ago.
Although I wasn't as thin as my perfect body cheerleading days, I was still in decent shape. The beginning of grey was showing up in my black as night hair, but so far I hadn't thought it showed enough to dye it.
Although my son did seem to notice my ample cleavage, I realized even if he was interested sexually in me he was way too shy to make a move...especially since I was his mother.
So at supper one day, six weeks since first seeing his cock, I decided to ask questions and learn more about his preferences.
" He responded making my mouth drop open, the irony dripping, "So I can learn that some think Hamlet and his mother had an incestuous relationship." I gasped. His face went red as he stammered, "I'm not saying that, Shakespeare was." "Do you concur?
My son had brought out the very topic I was planning to try to get to in less than thirty seconds. " I asked, dying to hear his answer..nervous red cheeks adorable..pussy sopping wet, I waited a long time to let the idea of incest between him and I linger in his mind before I added, allowing him to save face, "That Shakespeare wrote about incest." "According to Mrs. She just mentioned that if you go to college some professors go much deeper into the subtext of the play and the possible incestuous relationship between Hamlet and his mother." "I see," I said smiling, adding one more subtle hint, "it's interesting how life always goes full circle." Paul asked, "What do you mean? "Thank you, son," I said, standing up, walking over to him, bending down and giving him a big hug.
Over the next month, even as my morals argued it was completely wrong..too long ignored libido screamed it was okay.