Just then, I heard my door creak.
That was strange since I was sure I had closed it. I got up and went to inspect, not bothering to pull up my pants. I looked up at the doorway and got the shock of my life. Mum was standing there, a towel wrapped around her lithe body, and she was looking at me. I looked down and saw my exposed penis. Immediately, I turned around and stuffed it back into my pants. At that moment, I heard mum turn away. We didn’t see each other for the rest of the night. I masturbated a second time, then went to sleep with dreams of my mum being fucked by me. The next morning, Mum was already up and had breakfast prepared.
She was at the table drinking a cup of coffee. I hesitated for a moment, then joined her at the table. She glanced at me, then looked away, then turned back to me. I looked into her eyes. I could tell she wanted to say something, most likely about what had happened last night, but she just continued drinking. Finally, she stood up and poured the rest of the coffee down the sink. I looked at her body, she was wearing a pink dress that wrapped around her body tightly. It really showed off her body. After washing the cup, mum turned to face me. There was an uneasy pause. She swallowed, then asked, “Am I pretty?”
“Huh?” I asked, unsure of what to make of the question.
“I asked, do you think I’m beautiful?”
“Erm…” I didn’t know how to answer. Hell, yeah, she was ravishing, she had the body of a goddess, but could a son say that to his mother?
“Tell me the truth.”
I gulped. “Err, yes, I think you’re beautiful.”
“Hmm.” She took her bag and coat from the kitchen counter. “That’s nice, because your dad never said that about me.”
“He didn’t?” I thought that was strange, what man wouldn’t say his wife was beautiful, especially a wife like mum?
She shook her head. “But at least you’re not your father.” She smiled. I was taken in by that.
Sure, I had seen her smile before, but after all the incestuous thoughts that had invaded my dreams last night, this smile seemed… seductive.
She went to work and I went to school. I skipped all of my classes and spent the entire day in the computer lab, searching for more mother-son incest stories. It was amazing, I must have found nearly a hundred, half of which had pictures. I imagined that in each case, the son was me and the mother was mum. It was incredibly erotic. I had to see mum again. Unfortunately, when I went home after school, mum had left a message on the answering machine saying she would be home late. I cursed and went to bed early, masturbating myself to sleep, not caring that I wet my pants and bedsheet.
The next day was Saturday. Mum didn’t work on Saturdays, she would stay at home doing housework, like cleaning the floor and windows. I didn’t go to school on Saturdays and would help around the house. Mum was already up when I came downstairs. She was wearing a T-shirt and shorts and had already started sweeping the floor. I avoided the area where she cleaned otherwise she would make a big fuss. I was about to go to the kitchen when I decided to steal a peek at mum. Her back was to me, so I took in her entire frame without worry. When I saw her about to turn, I hurried into the kitchen.