Mother?… by ragal2

Mother?… by ragal2 – an incest taboo adult sex story

Explore the provocative and thought-provoking narrative of “Mother?…” by ragal2. This taboo tale delves into complex emotions and relationships, offering a unique perspective on a forbidden theme. Read on for an unforgettable journey that challenges societal norms.

Growing up, I often fantasized one day I’d become Superman. Like him, I was raised by 2 oldies who did their best to make me a decent person. At 10 years old, Dad was 56 and worked for Boeing. Mom was 48 and was a part time employee at the local Walmart. Every evening, Dad arrived late, ate dinner, sat with me for half an hour, and then slept until early the next morning. Mom’s work allowed her more free time. She used to help me with homework and drive me around. Both of them were sweet, and smiley and always made sure there was nothing missing to make my life more enjoyable. I recall asking them how come I was conceived at such an old age, and they didn’t have more children. They glanced at each other, giggled, and didn’t answer.

In elementary and high school, most of my free time, I spent playing baseball and basketball games with my friends. On occasions, we sat on a bench nearby and chatted. Most discussions were about sports, but sometimes, we gossiped about other students, teachers, and the neighborhood.

One day, Neal mentioned that a new female neighbor moved across the street from my house. He saw a U-Haul truck bring her stuff and help her move in. Neal did not see a man. However, over the years, I watched significant changes in our area, including people leaving and new ones coming, so I ignored Neal’s announcement.

…

At 17, my father became sick, suffering from high blood pressure and congestive heart failure. He had to leave his job, retire, and stay mostly at home. Mom took more shifts at Walmart to supplant Dad’s modest retirement income and was less available for me at home. Fortunately, by then, I had a driver’s license and could drive my used Nissan Sentra. I needed Mom less than before, drove Dad to his appointments with his cardiologist, and did the house shopping. It continued for a year until our summer vacation. College would start in 3 months, but for now, it was a long overdue vacation.

One day, Mom gave me a list of stuff to buy at the nearby Costco. I went to the store and hurried, remembering I promised my friends to meet at the basketball court in an hour. As I rushed my cart across the corner, it hit a woman sideways, and she fell. I helped her up and apologized. She stared at me and said, “Young man, drive more carefully next time.” As she moved away, I noticed her limping and approached her, “Ma’am, I am sorry I hit you. I was in a hurry. I see it still hurts. May I help you carry your stuff and bring it to your house?”

She smiled, “You said you were in a hurry, so forget it.”

“Lady, I feel awful. Please let me do it.”

“OK. By the way, you are Ian, aren’t you?”

I was surprised, “How do you know my name?”

“I just moved across the street from you. I heard one of your friends call you and remembered. By the way, my name is Ivy. Ivy Alisson Nash.”

“Nice to meet you, although it would have been nicer to have done it under different circumstances.”

Ivy chuckled, “God works in mysterious ways, doesn’t he?”

I put in my cart both our food items, and then drove to her house. She asked, “Will you please place it on the kitchen table? My side still hurts, and I want to rest before putting everything where it belongs.”

I did as she asked and then left. I brought our stuff home and joined my friends. After 2 hours, the game was over. I went home and showered. While there, I remembered the woman in Costco and wondered if she felt better. I searched for her phone number and called her, “Ivy? This is Ian. Just wanted to know you were OK.”

“It still hurts a little, but much better than before.”

“Look, I feel bad. Will you call me if you need anything else in the next 3 days?”

“Ian, you are a good guy. I hope I do not need anything, but if I do, I’ll call.”

…

Three days later, Ivy called, “I wouldn’t have phoned, but I’d appreciate it if you could come to Home Depot with me. I think the stuff I wish to buy will be too heavy for me.”

“I’ll be happy to do it. Be at your door in 15 minutes.”

Ivy wore a summer blouse and a summer casual skirt. It was the first time I got a good look at her. She was probably in her late 30s, 5’6″, 130 pounds. Her face was cute and framed well with her shoulder length dark hair. Her waist was tiny and widened nicely upward and downward from there.

Ivy gazed at me and noticed I ogled her. She remarked, “Ian, you look at me as if you haven’t seen an almost 40 years old woman before.”

I blushed, “Sorry. With these clothes, you look half your age…”

She smirked, “Are you flirting with me? I am MUCH too old for you.”

I blushed again, “No, I didn’t mean…”

She giggled, “I was kidding. Let’s go.”

During the drive, Ivy asked, “Tell me a little about yourself and your interests.”

“I turned 18 two months ago. I’ll start college soon. I love basketball and action movies, and dream about seeing the world.”

She whispered, “Just like your father…”

I said, “I didn’t know Dad liked basketball. He never talked about it or watched it on TV. You are new around here, how do you know my father?”

She smiled, “It was only a joke.” It may have been a weird joke but I liked Ivy.

At The Home Depot, she bought certain tools and various flower seeds. When we were back at her house, I said she could call me if she wanted my help with her new flower garden.

“Ian, it’s nice of you, but it’s your vacation. Wouldn’t you rather spend it with friends than with an oldie?”

“I play with friends too much. Helping you will be something useful for a change.”

“Thank you. In return, I’ll give you a nice piece of cake.”

“Lady, my help is worth more than a cake. Can we agree on a cup of coffee too?”

“You are greedy, but yes.”

…

Several days later, Ivy phoned, “I planned to work on my flower garden this weekend, so if you still want your coffee and cake, show up.”

Ivy did the right thing and watered the soil the night before, so it was much easier to dig and plant everything. I did most of the work. After the first hour, I was sweating and removed my tee shirt. As I continued working, I was aware of her eyes checking me. Then she went to the kitchen, brought a pitcher with cold lemonade, leaned before me, and poured it into my glass. The lemonade was cold and sweet, but my eyes were glued to her chest. As she bent before me, her blouse separated from her chest and revealed a pair of nice tits covered with a nude-color soft bra. Damn, this woman was sexy! I didn’t think she did it on purpose, but I wasn’t sure.

When the work was done, she invited me inside. In front of me were coffee and 2 pieces of cake – A chocolate and a cheesecake. I chortled, “We agreed on a single piece of cake. Is this a prepayment for future jobs?”

She laughed, “Ian, are you joking, or you need extra money to spend during your vacation?”

“I like you. So far you haven’t given me work that was worth more than a cake and coffee.”

“Do you want to do work around the house for money?”

“Tell me what you need and I’ll see if I can help.”

“You have seen the front yard, where we planted the flowers. The backyard has a jacuzzi I haven’t used yet, 3 trees I do not like, and a dwelling unit that has to be cleaned.”

“It’s a lot of work, so I’ll charge you $10 an hour. But I am willing to convert the payment to a movie ticket. So for the next 3 hours of work, instead of paying me, you can join me at the movies.”

Ivy stared into my eyes, “Are you telling me you wish to see a movie with me?”

“Yes.”

“Are you serious? Why me? I could be your mother. Why not take a sweet young girl?”

“Because you live alone, I caused your side pain, and… I like you.”

“Honey, are your eyes OK? Perhaps you require eyeglasses. Inviting an old broad to the movies may raise eyebrows.”

“Why should I care what others think? Anyway, you look great, and I have no doubt if you dress properly, you’d look half your age which would make it my age…”

Ivy smirked, “I hope you don’t hate me and plan to murder me in the theater, right?”

I grinned, “Not yet, but if, on our next project, I do not get decent coffee, I might change my mind.”

…

The following week I was at IVY again. I brought the chainsaw, cut down the 3 trees she didn’t like, and further cut them into smaller pieces. I loaded everything onto our truck and dumped it in the nearest landfill. Ivy watched me work from her bedroom window. When I was done, she gave me iced coffee and 2 pieces of cake.

She smiled, “You are sweaty. Do you want to shower here?”

“I’d do it if I had clean clothes. I better do it at home. Next time, I’ll fix your jacuzzi. I’ll bring a swimsuit and check if it works properly.”

As I munched on the delicious cake, she asked, “Are you sure you’d rather have me go with you to the movies than get $30?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“What movie did you have in mind?”

“You choose. I want to spend time with you not thinking about work.”

“Ian, if I wasn’t realistic, I’d say you are trying to make a pass at me.”

“… would it be a bad thing?…”

“Definitely. You are way too young for me. I like you and like talking to you, but more than that is out of the question.”

“Why? What would you like to have in a man that I do not have?”

“Honey, let’s talk about it some other time. As I said – I DO like you!”

I faked whining, “You like me, but not enough to date me. I ask for a reason and you ignore my request. I hate you.”

Ivy giggled, “Stop being funny. One day, we’ll have a long talk.”

“One day. You mean 5 minutes before I die?”

“Stop that! So what about the movie?”

“As I said – Either YOU choose or give me a clue about your preference.”

“I like romantic comedies, dramas, old French movies, and even action films, as long as the killings are not the main theme.”

“I’ll go home and call you later with 3 options. Then you’ll choose.”

I texted Ivy the names of 3 movies: ‘Poor Things, The Nature of Love, and The English Teacher with Julian Moore at Landmark Theater.’