Linda’s discovery – part 2a

Linda’s discovery – part 2a ( Incest stories for Adults only)

Genres: Dark Fantasy, Bi-sexual, Erotica, Incest

The next morning I decided to work from home again. It wasn’t that I had so much to do around the house as much as I was afraid if I went into the office, everyone would somehow be able to infer from the look on my face that I had fingered myself to an earth shattering orgasm the previous night while my son listened in. I knew that was silly, but I also knew that I was probably not going to be able to think about anything else that day until I came to some resolution myself.

As I sorted through my feelings, I quickly realized that my previous efforts to limit myself had proved to be absurd. For god’s sake, I had specifically had a talk with Mark just last night about how inappropriate our previous conversation was and how that shouldn’t and couldn’t happen again… and the phone call had ended with me dropping the phone because I was cumming so hard. I had to get more realistic with myself and my expectations of future conversations with Mark.

Now that the floodgates had been opened, so to speak, I knew he was going to expect that future conversations would include both of us listening to each other cum. I had already demonstrated to him – and to myself – that I didn’t have the willpower to prevent that from happening. Perhaps more disconcerting was the honest feeling that I wasn’t sure that I even WANTED to prevent it. For all of the guilt that I felt, I also knew in my heart of hearts that I had enjoyed it… and that I couldn’t stop thinking about it. And – probably most troubling – that I also seemed to be in a constant state of arousal. Maybe it was the naughtiness of it all, or the idea that a young guy thought I was sexy enough to want to fantasize about, or maybe it was just these latent feelings that were boiling to the top.

I was trying to sort through these and other thoughts as I stood in my kitchen sipping my first cup of coffee when I heard the back door open.

“Knock-knock,” Anne said cheerily. “You busy?” We both had open door privileges to each other’s house, but since I was so wrapped up in my own thoughts this particular morning, I couldn’t help but jump.

“Oh! Gosh, hi Anne. I’m sorry. You’re always welcome, but I guess I was about a million miles away when you came in and it startled me,” I smiled.

“Oh, no. I’m sorry Linda. I just saw your car was still in the garage and figured you were working from home and thought I would come get a cup of coffee and chat before I get my day started. Are you okay?”

I laughed at myself for being so caught up in my own thoughts that I got startled. “I’m good,” I said. “Get yourself some coffee while I go change.” I was still in the t-shirt and panties that I had slept in the night before. The t-shirt barely covered my underwear and, while Anne and I have changed clothes in front of each other many times while shopping, this morning I felt almost naked standing in front of her wearing so little.

“Oh, don’t bother,” she said. “I can’t stay long. What had you so deep in thought?” she said casually as she poured herself a cup of coffee.

“Um, oh nothing. I was just thinking about Mark. I spoke with him last night,” I offered, hoping she didn’t notice me blushing. I was trying to sound laid-back as if it was just a normal mother-son chat.

“Hey, speaking of Mark,” she said, now with a little more animation in her voice, “you never told me… how did the ‘accidental surprise’ work out? Did he ever say anything?”

Anne was smiling as she said this, the kind of smile one has when they are in on a secret and want to hear all of the gossip. I, on the other hand, began to slightly panic. I had never lied to my best friend but was afraid if I answered truthfully she would want to hear more… something I wasn’t sure she wanted to hear. I decided on the spur of the moment to try and answer quickly and move on.

“Yes, he found them,” I said light-heartedly. “I’m sure he is getting good use out of them. What do you have going on today?”

She laughed. “You’re not getting off that easily, Linda. I think I’ve earned the right to some details. After all, it was my idea if you remember.”

I gulped down a large sip of coffee while I tried to formulate my answer. “Okay… sure…” I said slowly, trying to buy time. “Well, he called a couple of days later and said that he found them and I acted all embarrassed and told him that I was sorry, it must have been an accident. I think he bought it.” I hoped we could shift the conversation. The memory of that initial conversation was enough to stoke my libido and I didn’t want Anne to give her any more hints that he had confessed to jerking off with them while he and I were talking on the phone.

Anne’s smile turned into a more piercing kind of Cheshire grin and she looked me right in the eyes. “Hey, it’s me you are talking to, remember? The one that you can tell anything to, and vice versa. I know you well enough to be able to see that there is more to this story. Come on, spill.”

I sighed. “Well, yes… I guess there is a little more,” I said staring down at the floor. “But if I tell you, you have to promise that you won’t think I am a terrible mother.” For the next 15 minutes I recounted to my best friend the initial and subsequent conversations that my son and I had. I wasn’t graphic, but was clear that he and I had heard each other masturbate over the phone and that I had let him listen to me cum. When I finished both she and I were flushed. Since I wasn’t wearing a bra, it must have been apparent to her that my nipples were hard and that telling the story had both excited and embarrassed me.

For what seemed like an eternity neither of us spoke. Finally I looked up and saw that Anne had a kind of glazed over look on her face.

“Oh my god,” she finally whispered. “I can’t believe how envious I am of you right now.”

I stared at her in disbelief, to make sure her expression matched her words. “Really?” I said. “God, I was so afraid that you would think I was some kind of slut or something.”

“Honey, you are living out your fantasy… and, truth be told, mine too,” she said. “Since we are being totally honest here, I’ll admit that I have played with myself a time or two when Tom has called, especially if I am already in bed when he calls. The only difference between you and me is that Tom doesn’t know that. Sometimes I wish that he did… just to see where things might go. So, what happens next?”

“I don’t know. It’s a little late to put the genie back in the bottle and I was just thinking about that when you came in. I’m not even sure that I want to.”

Anne got up and came over and gave me a hug. “I don’t blame you, and I am certainly not judging you. God knows that if I were in your shoes, I would have done the exact same thing. Hey, it’s just mutual masturbation. And it’s over the phone, so there is a certain kind of wall there. I say enjoy. Maybe someday I can work up the courage to do the same.”

I could feel tears well up in my eyes. “Thanks Annie,” I said, holding her close. “You always know what to say to make me feel better.”

With that, I resolved to enjoy my new found sexual outlet. I refused to let any guilt overtake me. It was cathartic to be able to accept this new found sexuality and I couldn’t wait for Mark to call again.

It didn’t take long. He called again that night. For him to call two nights in a row is a rarity. I know when he does that he usually wants something and, when I saw that it was him calling, I smiled to myself because I knew exactly what he wanted… and I was ready. I had half hoped or half expected that he would call. And, to be honest, if he hadn’t called me, I was going to call him. I didn’t want this hanging over either of us. Better to let him know that I was okay with this new “toy” with which we were both playing, and I wasted no time with any preliminary chit-chat. I wanted to cum, and I wanted my son to hear me.

“Hi baby,” I answered, a new found sultriness to my voice.

“Hi gorgeous,” he answered. “Are you ready for bed?”

“As a matter of fact, I was just getting ready to climb in. I took a nice long bubble bath tonight and put on one of my most favorite pairs of panties just in case you called,” I breathed into the phone, letting him know that I was okay with continuing to play our game. “So, I am nice and clean and crawling between my sheets. I like it when yours is the last voice that I hear right before I go to sleep.”

I could hear Mark breathing. I knew that he was already stroking his hard cock. “Me too mom,” he said, his breathing already ragged. “Which panties are you wearing?”

I looked down as I described them, my hand running over the top, feeling the smooth material. “My leopard print, silk bikinis. I’m sure you’ve seen them hanging on the drying rack. Mmmm, they feel so sexy against my fingers,” I purred. I wanted him to know that I was already using my fingers on myself.

“God mom, that is so hot. Is that all you are wearing?” Mark said.

“Yes baby, tonight that’s all mommy is wearing… I want to be able to feel the cool sheets against my body and let the air blow on my hard nipples while I touch my pussy and talk to you,” I said, not believing that I was actually saying these words to my own son. I smiled to myself. If Annie could only hear me now, I laughed, she would die.

“And what are you thinking about mommy?” Mark asked breathily. “What is mommy thinking about while she plays with her pussy?”

I knew he was getting off calling me “mommy” instead of “mom” and being able to say “pussy” without me correcting him. And I was too. My pussy was on fire.

“Mommy is thinking about her baby stroking that big hard cock,” I whispered into the receiver. “It is hard, isn’t it baby? And you are stroking it, aren’t you? Are you stroking it with mommy’s dirty panties?”

“Fuck yeah,” Mark breathed. “I am so fucking hard right now. I can still taste your cunt juices on these panties mom. I wish so badly that you were here and I could taste them directly.”