Incest story: Obsession – Chap 1 – Part 2
Author: APerv2
“I’ll close the door so you can finish?” I said quietly with a light smile on my lips.
“Yeah, right. Like I could do that NOW!””
I tried to make it seem like it was no big deal―An everyday thing.
“Well, not to embarrass you any more than I already have, from the looks of it. . .” I nodded towards his lap. “. . .it’s kinda obvious that you need to finish.” I told.
He looked into his lap and saw that his hands did little to hide the bulge.
“MOM?”
“What? It’s just that you looked like you were about to. . .‘You know’
. . .before I ruined it.”
“Mom!”
“What?” I couldn’t hold back my smile. For the second time that morning I had caught him off guard. He seemed truly surprised that I was this nonchalant about the whole thing. But that’s what I was going for…Nonchalant.
“God! How the heck do you know what I was about to do?”
“Because I was standing here. . . . . . watching.”
“WATCHING?” He almost shouted.
I bit my lip and shook my head apologetically.
He groaned and took his hands from his lap and covered his face.
As you might think, my eyes went right to the bulge in his pajamas.
“Did you….” He hesitated, looking for the words. I knew what he wanted to ask me.
“Yes, I heard you Brian.” I told him quietly. “But that’s no big deal either.”
Oddly enough, it didn’t bother me that my son was thinking about me while he masturbated. As a matter of fact, I thought it was kind of flattering, but, understandably, it seemed to bother him that I knew.
“Oh my God!” He groaned, from behind his hands. “You’re kidding me?”
“No. And It’s OK Brian.”
“It’s not OK. Why didn’t you just leave when you saw what I was doing?” He asked through his fingers, embarrassed to look at me now. He shook his head side to side, wishing he was still asleep no doubt.
That was a good question. I wasn’t really sure what to say. I thought that maybe it might be better to put the spot light on me, instead of him, as it were. So with the hopes of putting him at ease some, I went with the truth.
“I don’t know Honey. I’m sorry.” I told him. “I guess… …I guess I just wanted to watch.” I confessed.
Now I was the one having a hard time holding eye contact. I had said something I could never take back. He stopped rocking and dropped his hands from his face. He cocked his head a little to one side and looked up at me.
“You wanted to watch?” His voice was low and full of inquiry. He looked, and rightly so, confused. This had certainly taken a turn that I never saw coming.
I shrugged my shoulders, tilted my head slightly and shook it ‘yes’ with tiny little embarrassed shakes. “Sorry.” I told him and shrugged again.
There was silence for a few long seconds. I felt funny and I wondered what he was thinking, what he was feeling. I was afraid of what he might think of me now. He knew my brother used to do it in front of me. He knew his Dad did it all the time too. And he knew that I, obviously, didn’t have a problem with any of that. Then he shook his head “Jeez” as if he couldn’t believe it all. I watched as what I thought was a small smile creep onto his face. I was relieved to see it. His eyebrows went up, his bottom lip puffed out a little as he mulled it all over and absorbed it all. I watched, as he finally seemed to get a handle on the moment.
“Wow…” He finally said.
I apologized again and told him I knew that it wasn’t right and that I should have left. I just couldn’t seem to help it.
“Like I said, your father used to do that in front of me all the time.”
Brian drew his head back, “I don’t understand.”
“You don’t understand what Sweetie?”
“Why would Dad have to do it, I mean . . . . . . You were married and all. Wouldn’t you have just . . . You know?”
Then I stepped a little further out on that limb. “I asked him to do it.” I told him honestly.
“You ASKED him to? But why?”
“Wow!” I thought. I couldn’t believe it had come to this.
I thought for a second, looking for the right approach. Realizing that I’d probably said too much already, I knew I shouldn’t be telling him this but I just blurted it out anyway. Sometimes I’m surprised that I walk around with enough sense to wipe my own ass.
“I just liked to watch…” I softly told him and then turned shamefully to leave.
I couldn’t believe I had actually confessed such a thing. I had said it out loud and it seemed to make him feel a little better at any rate.
“Mom?”
I stopped. I could feel my stomach flip as I turned around,
“Yes Honey?”
Then Brian said something that changed everything.
“If you really want, you could just leave the door open.” He said.
There was another long silence. However, this one was different. This one made me feel all tingly inside. It made me feel―Well―Like I was in high school again and Billy Henson was feeling me up under the bleachers.
I was a bit stunned. A few minutes ago, I’d stumbled upon my son jerking off and now―Well―I wasn’t exactly sure what was happening. All I really knew was that I didn’t have to wonder about the size of my son’s dick anymore. It was huge and I had told my son something extremely personal.
Before I could stop myself, I blurted out…
“Are you saying what I think you’re saying Brian?”
He smiled, “I don’t know. What do you THINK I’m saying Mom?”
“I think you’re saying…” I felt my throat tighten. “…That I can watch if I want too.”
If that wasn’t what he’d meant then I was making a big mistake. I wondered how this might change our relationship; whether he was saying what I thought…or not.
“I guess…yeah, that’s what I’m saying.” His looked as unsure as I no doubt did. His face flushed with color. “You can…Watch…if you want.” He whispered, like someone might overhear.
I wasn’t sure what to say. I wasn’t prepared to just pull up a chair and tell him to go-head although had he suggested it, I would have.
“I mean… … It’s no big deal, right?” He added quickly, struggling to sound casual.
I shrugged my shoulders, “Everyone does it.” I agreed as if we were talking about people taking a shit.
We looked at each other for I don’t know how long; maybe a second, maybe a minute, but I remember having a hard time breathing.
I sighed, long and hard, “Alright then…” I was flustered at this turn of events. I nodded . “…I… …I guess I’ll just take these clothes down to the washer and……and throw them in the washer.” I didn’t even think to grab any of his dirty clothes. “Maybe I’ll come back up when I’m done.” The words were out and said before I felt my lips moving.
I took one final glance at his crotch. At that point I guess I didn’t care if he saw me or not. The bulge was still very obvious and he no longer tried to hide it.
In hind-sight, I think he had other things on his mind. I couldn’t help but feel a certain measure of resolve. I knew now without a doubt what was in my son’s pajamas.
As I reached the doorway, I looked back over my shoulder to see if he was watching me. I pushed his door all the way open. Then I smiled,
“I guess maybe I’ll see ya in a bit.” I told him like a silly little high school girl. I turned and left for the laundry room.
I shook my head and tried to steady my breathing the whole way to the laundry room. “I guess maybe I’ll see ya in a bit.” echoed in my head. I couldn’t believe I’d said that. I told myself I must be dreaming as I threw the clothes in the machine. I set the dial to ‘Wash’ and braced myself against the washer as if filled with water. I may or may not have put laundry detergent in with the clothes. I had other things on my mind. I tried to get a grip on the whole situation. It might have helped to have a few more brain cells on the job.
“Is he really going to be jerking off if I go back up there?” I asked myself.
“Is he actually going to let me watch? — I shouldn’t go back —Does he actually want me to come back? — I know he does… …I heard him when he was jerking off. He was thinking about ME…about me doing it to him. The thought made me warm all over.
It was amazing. I was literally trembling. The last time I felt like that, I was in Billy Stevens’ basement after school and he was trying to get me to touch his little dick. I told him I couldn’t because I was allergic.
I was actually afraid to go back to my son’s room. I was determined to do the right thing, the moral thing, but I found myself climbing the steps and walking down the hallway before I knew it. As I approached his doorway, I stopped. I was breathing sporadically; little, shallow breaths. I was shaky too, unsteady on my feet and yet, at the same time, I was having a hard time fighting off those goddamned giggles.
I thought about when Brian’s father used to jerk-off for me. I thought about the times I watched my brother doing it. I kept thinking, wondering, about how everything might change if I were to step through that doorway.
“You shouldn’t do this… …You’re his Mom…” I told myself but it did nothing to curb the excitement I was feeling about what I might see when I turned the corner.
I could feel my body reacting. I could feel the material of my sports bra rubbing against my sensitive nipples. I inadvertently reached up with my hand and slid my fingertip over one of them. It was hard and clearly visible against the thin material. There was a feeling between my legs that I wasn’t used to. A feeling I thought Jimmy had taken with him.
“Is this really happening?” I whispered out loud. “Is this what it’s finally boiled down to?”
I fully expected to wake up in my bed at any moment to find that this was just another dream. I lingered just outside his room, biting my fingernail, trying not to feel the way I felt, listening. Then I heard a soft moan. A wave of… …of… …lust… …rolled through me. I actually felt it between my legs.
“You shouldn’t do this.” I thought to myself and at the same time, a wicked smile found the corner of my mouth. Holy shit! There was no denying it. I hadn’t felt like this in years and I missed the feeling. I was terribly aroused and I wanted badly to watch my son.
I turned the corner and stepped into his room; quietly, my arms folded in front of me, gnawing on my lips completely conflicted. He was on his bed; completely naked, his legs slightly apart, his head turned towards me, but his eyes were closed. One hand rested on his thigh; his fingers diddling his balls and his other hand was moving slowly up and down over his dick.
Parent Post: Obsession – by Aperv2
- Obsession - Chap 1 - Part 2
- Obsession - Chap 1 - Part 3
- Obsession - Chap 1 - Part 4
- Obsession - Chap 2 - Part 1
- Obsession - Chap 2 - Part 2
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