“Well, let’s start with this.” She said turning to the third page.
“Susan tried not to stare at Jeff’s cock as he pissed, the heavy stream of urine splashing against the frozen ground causing steam to wisp up into the chill air. The mere sight of his cock sending shivers through her body.”
“Yeah, what about it?”
“Come on! First of all, he’s taking a piss. Nothing exciting there, and he’s her son. Hell, she’s probably seen his dick a thousand times and there’s no way seeing it should have that sort of an effect.”
“Yeah, well maybe, but some women …” He knew she was right, but wasn’t about to give up.
“Some women, right, freaks or those that only exist in the juvenile minds of horny guys.”
“Maybe I should have him jacking off.”
“Oh, so much better.” The sarcasm in her voice was obvious. “Could you imagine mom walking in on you while you were doing that?”
I blushed. The simple fact was that I had.
“So, how do I fix it?” I said, hoping she hadn’t notice.
“It’s the whole concept, David. I mean, she’s not going to get turned on seeing him. I don’t know. Maybe, maybe turn it around. Let her be the one who’s peeing, and him catching a glimpse of her. You have to start showing the problems from the start. Make the forbidden nature of it an integral part of the story.”
“And how’s that supposed to work?”
“Well, it’s simple really. The sight of a pussy always turns a guy on, and the forbiddenness of her son watching her. It takes the blame off her, you see. No guilt, no crossing the border on her part.”
“But wouldn’t she just yell at him.”
“Probably, but it would set the seed. Let him watch for a minute before she notices.”
“I got it, and maybe he could he holding his cock.”
“Slow down fella, things like this take time.” she replied almost laughing.
I looked at her quizzically as I rewrote the whole scene in my head. The words flowed and the images moved. God, it would be hot.
“This has to build slowly. No cock, maybe she notices his bulge through his trousers, but that’s it. Push things too quick and you either lose credibility for the story, or you chase the mother away.”
“Now here, the shower scene.” she continued, flipping to the next page.
“No way does she just walk into the shower with him.”
“Got it.” I replied, as the whole flow of the story reshaped. “How about she’s in the shower, and he’s spying on her. Maybe she notices, but isn’t sure. Just a feeling of being watched.”
“Now you got the idea. Slow things down. This is the ultimate seduction; remember you’re trying to get a woman to commit the most taboo of acts. She’ll be riddled with guilt and conflicting emotions. This won’t be easy for her.”
I sat down across the table from her, hoping she wouldn’t notice my growing erection. From the look on her face, I knew I was too late.
“God, David.” she said, her face turning red.
I tried my best to look confused but she saw through it.
“You’re not really thinking, I mean you don’t think …”
“Don’t be an idiot!” I replied perhaps a bit too intensely.
“You are! You sick bastard, you’re actually thinking about mom!”