Two Weeks of Love Ch. 03

Well, here it is. The continuation. 10 years ago I wrote the beginning of what I had planned to be an epic slowburn incest story between mother and son. I was really happy with the outline I had, and the base I had built. However my execution was severely lacking. If you go back and read those stories, be aware that I have edited them to the best of my ability, as I have no editor nor person in my personal life I would ask comfortably to proofread this for me. You may read comments from a decade ago mentioning some mistakes that you won’t find in the actual text. I also removed the mention of Amanda’s baby/Jake’s sister. I thought that addition would place too many barriers and not give enough room for things to naturally foster between Jake and Amanda. Seeing how many views each has is really astounding to me and I regret that I couldn’t deliver a more consistently detailed story. I am 10 years older now, and the bug to write erotica has reached me once again. For those comments frustrated that I never continued, this is for you. Please enjoy!

-Shakespearesfears

Jake’s eyes opened and he was staring at his room’s ceiling fan as it spun. He rose slightly and looked around his bed. Nothing unusual or out of the ordinary. In fact, he didn’t know what he was looking for at first. He checked his watch, it was a quarter to 10AM. Which was later than he’d normally be sleeping in. He hadn’t been able to sleep, even after managing to somehow masturbate again after the intense orgasm his mother had given him with her mouth. He decided he had just better get up and face the day, even though he knew the pain it would bring. He went downstairs and walked into the living room. He saw the couch, and next to the couch was the end table. On the end table was a DVD case for a movie called “A Room In Paris” he opened it up and there was nothing inside. He looked back at the DVD player. It came back to him so clear, but clear in the way a dream you remember well, but doesn’t somehow fit into your reality. Last night his mother had broken down and made a move on him which eventually led to her giving him a hand job and performing oral. He walked into the kitchen and his cell phone sat on the table. He picked it up and checked messages. Other than a few from his girlfriend Karen asking to hang out that day, there was only one other message. It was from Amanda, Jake’s mother who had texted to say she had gone shopping. He thought about how, as wonderfully as the day had progressed, it had ended on a down note.

The night before, after the blow job, Jake and Amanda sat there on the couch silent for a while. Amanda rested her head on his shoulder and teared up. Jake was quiet, but because he was actually quite shocked. He’d forced his mother’s hand and now they had crossed a line they couldn’t go back from. Jake lowered his head in shame. Deciding he had had enough silence he spoke out.

“Mom, I’m so sorry.”

“Why?”

Truly, why? He had just joked a minute prior about going down on her. But the guilt was a pendulum. He’d get horny thinking about how much cum he had released into his mother’s throat, but then he’d think about his Father who he respected and looked to his whole life and how he had used their current dry spell to coerce his mother.

“I may have forced your hand… Literally.”

“Jake, I made a conscious decision. It was consensual; believe me. Tell you what though; I never thought I’d be spending my Tuesday night sucking off my own son.” She said, leaning back into the couch.

” I understand if you want to keep it at this. And not move forward, you know. In sex and stuff.”

“Perhaps that’s best. Maybe we can just think of this as a moment of weakness. We experimented! Lots of people experiment, and we’re both consenting adults. Who just happen to be family.”

“Okay.” Jake finally let out sounding a slight bit defeated, but even he couldn’t explain how he felt.

He knew there were repercussions to an incestuous relationship, such as him and his mom not being able claim to be part of an average nuclear family, but he had no idea that he himself would ever actually feel regret. When he thought about it more, which he tried not to do, he realized that the woman that had raised him, kissed his scratches, made him soup on sick days and made sure he always got what he wanted for Christmas could never be looked at the same. And neither could he, as the instigator. But even after all that he felt a comfort in being ashamed. It was how he knew his conscience was still working. Eventually the two got cleaned up and headed to bed.

Jake’s mind was a mess that night as he tried to sleep. He had gone to his own bed that night, which wasn’t his goal at the start of the day. He stared at the ceiling wide awake, still amazed at what he had been able to do with his mom. Amazed that what seemed like an impossibility quickly turned into reality. His plan had worked better than he could have ever hoped for. Every now and then the same feeling crept over the corner of his thoughts. His mom had performed an act on him that a mother never should. Things like family holidays and vacations wouldn’t be the same. He imagined Christmas day, as his family sat around the living room at his grandmother’s opening gifts. Jake and Amanda would share a look. A look no one else in the room would notice, and one that would last forever in their minds. A look that each one would instantly recognize. That was the look two would share after an event that changed them forever. And that made Jake sad. After what seemed like hours his headspace finally cleared. Despite all the negative thoughts, he still could not get the incredible cock sucking he had received from Amanda out of his mind. He looked at his cell phone. The time was 3:30AM and he finally fell asleep. That had been the first day of his two weeks alone with his mom.

Presently, Jake looked back at his phone and read his mom’s text. He decided to get cleaned up before she got home, she was running some errands for the barbecue they were going to have next week for his cousin’s going away party. Upstairs in the restroom he turned on the shower in the hallway bathroom and let the water warm up. It made sure it was a little extra warm since the winter had made the mornings fairly cold, around 45 degrees. Southern California rarely got “cold” but when you spent your whole life there anything below 60 was reason enough to put on a jacket. When the shower seemed about right he stripped down and stepped out of his boxer-briefs. He looked at himself in the mirror with pride. Jake used to be overweight, and it made it hard for him to get dates. Finally he buckled down 8 months prior and lost around 60 pounds. He was sleek and svelte now thanks to zero carbs and frequent trips to the gym. Then he looked down to his secret weapon. Jake wasn’t a ladies’ man, and he definitely wasn’t a player. When he liked a girl, he pursued her and never gave another girl a thought, save for his mom. He had an obsession, one his mother had unknowingly enabled and even rewarded.

Unbeknownst to Jake, Amanda had arrived at home. She had called Jake to come help with the groceries, but he didn’t answer. She knew he couldn’t be asleep, it was nearing noon. She hung as many grocery bags as she could on her forearms and made her way into the house. She struggled to the nook area in the kitchen and rested the bags on the table. Her arms were relieved and a bit sore from all the weight of the bags. After putting everything away she went upstairs to check in on Jake. On her way up she heard the hallway shower on, finally answering the question of why Jake hadn’t heard her. She was curious, even though she had already seen all there was to see of Jake. Nothing was left to her imagination anymore, but still– she had been wanting to see it again, despite the pit of guilt in her stomach. She was surprised the night before, but made no mention that he was huge. 7 or 8 inches (she hadn’t officially measured him yet) sounds mostly impressive, and if she hadn’t been talented at fellatio, she might not have been able to get as far down it as she did. The door was unlocked, Amanda soon found out as her test twist of the knob proved.

The room was filled with steam. Jake’s eyes were close as he was shampooing his hair so he wasn’t able to see Amanda peeking. There he was, soaking wet, water running down the contours of his sleek, compact and tight body. Amanda felt a familiar tingle. Her eyes continued down to his crotch. Shaved, just like she remembered. It hung flaccidly, like a sleeping beast. Amanda felt her heart beat faster and her face grew warm. After a few moments she closed the door. If Jake realized that she was just as wanting as him she wouldn’t be able to defend herself from his advances, and they had just agreed to not continue their rendezvous. Amanda thought about how that had only been the first day and recognized the difficulty of the days to come.

In her room Amanda lay down on the bed and closed her eyes. Her mind too, drifted to the events of the night before. She had given into her son’s carnal desires, and her own. Truthfully, Amanda hadn’t done that in a while. Jake’s dad, Will, was a good man but was always working long hours at a hard and tedious job. Sex, though great, was infrequent with the two. Amanda knew it was the perfect storm. She knew that if he kept pressing she would be defenseless. Every thought on the subject made her juices flow, especially after they had agreed to stop, thus adding an element of the forbidden. And so she kept thinking. Thoughts on Jake’s impressively long adulthood. Thoughts on how he had exploded all of his passion into her throat. She licked her lips, trying to recall the taste. She was too far down the rabbit hole now. She looked to her bedroom door to make sure it was closed and proceeded to make use of her privacy. The cold of the morning had burned off and it was now 76 outside. Amanda was wearing her standard at-home fare of very short white shorts that showed off her well shaped legs.