Stood there on this Saturday was not her husband, but her son. In all his naked glory, with hot water cascading down on top of him, and with his erect cock in his hand. He was furiously jerking off, his body tense with barely suppressed sexual energy.
Annie gasped, and brought her hand to her lips. She knew she should have walked away, given him some privacy, but she found she couldn’t. She was frozen in place, gawking open-mouthed at the sight in front of her. As has already been ascertained, Greg was a good looking boy. But it was only at this moment that Annie realised quite how good looking he was.
He was tall and muscular, a veritable god in human form. His body almost shone, glistening in the deluge coming down from the shower head, illuminated by the sunlight streaming through the frosted glass of the window. He had a nearly-trimmed patch of pubic hair. He was tanned and lean and perfect.
And his cock?
Holy Christ, his cock!
It was long and thick, the head was a blazing deep purple. His hand gripped it tightly, tugging away with lusty abandon. She stood there, staring at the sight, her nipples erect, her panties soaked. She watched him cum, his cream splattering all over the wet tile-work.
Annie remembered that moment, as she lay in the bath; her hand between her legs, her fingers rubbing against her clit. She had refrained from masturbating that Saturday, but she showed no restraint this morning. Her fantasies had been plagued by images of her son ever since that fateful day. She tried to resist. She tried to fight it. But he was so young. So handsome. So fucking hot.
Not that she’d do anything about it, of course. This weird obsession could be easily dismissed. Sure, she’d masturbate with a demented fury, imagining her son towering over her, cock in hand; imagining him between her legs, his dick powering its way back inside her; but it was just a relatively innocent distraction. It’s not like she was going act on those fantasies. She wasn’t going to fuck him. Parents didn’t do that sort of thing. That would be madness.
That’s what she told herself. But what Annie didn’t know, was that her illusions were about to be shattered.
4
A few weeks pass, and Ray is sat his behind his desk, at his company’s upscale offices downtown. He is a lawyer. A fairly well paid lawyer. Not a partner yet – that’s when you start earning the really big bucks – but he’s been getting plenty of hints. It’ll only be a matter of time, they tell him.
Ray specialises in corporate law. It’s not very sexy. Or very interesting, to be honest. But by fuck it can be lucrative. He imagined he once had dreams of being a high-powered defence attorney. Daydreaming of spending his time keeping the innocent out of jail, freeing those who had been wrongfully convicted. But instead he had ended up acting on behalf of rich corporate pricks, defending their right to make a shit ton of money; just as long as he got his share, of course.
The phone on his desk rings. An internal number. It’s a Saturday afternoon and the place should be empty, so the fact his phone is ringing should come as a surprise. But he knows exactly who is on the other end. He picks up, bringing the receiver to his ear.
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