Incest stories – The first steps that altered the bond of mother and son

Wanting to get down from on top of her without taking a blow to the face, I got both feet on the ground and positioned myself in a way to get a head start in backing up without her getting to move first. In one quick motion, I let go of her hands and jumped back at the same time. She launched herself forward on the loveseat and grabbed her robe so fast that I thought it was a weapon and immediately braced myself. To my surprise she was wiping the smeared cum off of her furiously as if it was a disease burning her skin. She then completely took the robe off and threw it at me. Still expecting her to try something, I knocked it out of my view so that I could see what she was doing. She was just standing there in her panties and bra. Having not seen my mother like this since I was a kid, I was dumbfounded by her sex appeal. She had amazing breast that could barely be contained by her bra, flat stomach which was fit and lean, and an ass that protruded outwards looking like it was perfect for cuffing. I scanned her up and down right in front of her. Eyes hungrily combing every inch of her body. When I finally looked at her eyes, they were anything but motherly. Snapping me back to reality, she gave me a cold dead stare. My heart felt like it weighed a million pounds as it sank to my stomach.

“Wait until your father comes home, he will beat the shit out of you for daring to lay a hand on his woman,” she said calmly as if anticipating it.

The word father stabbed my already sinking heart even more as terror washed over me. I didn’t respond back until I looked at the clock on the wall in the dining room. Noticing my dad still had a good three hours before he was due home, I breathed a sigh of relief. I quickly came up with a plan to hurry and pack up some clothes and get the fuck out of that house before he came home. I grabbed my mother’s robe and sprinted to my room. I always keep my clothes together already in outfits so I don’t have to search for anything in the mornings. I tossed my mother’s robe in the back of my closet and left the door sitting open as a bag was more important at the moment. Feeling my stomach turning and grinding from the entire situation made me panic even more. Even though I had a few hours to get clear, I couldn’t shake the helpless feeling while still being in that house. As I was wrecking my room looking for a bag, I heard the shower cut on. My mother was washing up, which for some reason made me recall having her between my legs. Not able to find a bag, I took my university bookbag and emptied the second carry section of old and already graded papers. I shoved in three outfits, grabbed my spare money from between my mattress and begin walking to the front door. As I rounded the corner to the front door hallway, I took one last glance at the loveseat before leaving. I grabbed my jacket and threw it on my shoulders and I walked to my car. Tossing my bag and jacket into the passenger seat as I started up the car. I reached for my phone to check the time and I saw that I did all of this within five minutes. Feeling a weight lifted off my shoulders, I threw my car in reverse and got out of the driveway. I sat in the street for a few more minutes as I let everything that just happened flash over my mind. I grabbed my phone and called up my best friend Kevin to ask him if I could crash at his place for a few nights. Without even questioning me about the late time I was calling him and the weird request, he accepted me.

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