He didn’t say anything as I sensed he wasn’t sure how to respond next. It was obvious he wanted to hear more and yet just as obvious that he couldn’t possibly verbalize such a want because of his shyness.
I added, moving towards him, “I’m sorry about talking about my sex life. It’s just that it’s been a long, long, long, time.”
He still seemed verbally paralyzed as I reached him, bent down, my very ample cleavage staring him in the face and gave him a kiss on the cheek, but unlike last time a bit closer to his lips.
Standing back up, I went and grabbed my shoes, bending over to give him a good long look at my ass, before getting ready to leave and saying, pointing to the screen, “I think you died.”
He turned around and said, “Shoot, I forgot I was playing.”
“Good night,” I smiled, leaving him alone again…I hoped he would masturbate about me.
I went to my room, got undressed, grabbed the massage vibrator I had bought at a sex party held a few months ago by a fellow nurse, pulled up Literotica on my iPad and began reading more mother-son stories. My libido firing up after a long period of neglect, since I had begun fantasizing about Paul it didn’t take long to get myself off as I imagined Paul as the son and me the mom in each story I read.
After my orgasm, I fell asleep almost instantly…my far-fetched fantasy beginning to seem plausible.
I was awakened early by a call from work asking me to come in and do a double shift.
Which led to a three day stretch where I mostly just worked and slept, without once having time to read my emails or do more than have an exhausted zombie-like talk with Paul.
That was followed by Paul’s graduation day, with my parents coming down to see their first grandchild graduate. It ended up being a week of family and fun and, although I occasionally looked at Paul with inappropriate feelings, for the most part the idea of incest dissipated. Then came graduation and Paul wearing a tux. As soon as I first saw him in his tux, all the memories of Darren and our wedding came flooding back. I didn’t see my son, but again I saw a man I was in love with.
All throughout the ceremony, dinner and family time, I kept looking at Paul as not just my son who had just graduated high school, but as a boy who was now a man who I could spend the rest of my life with. It was ridiculous, but the more I tried to push the idea away, the more I thought that way.
Having purposely avoided an email that had been in my inbox for a few days, once the evening of partying had ended, and I was three sheets to the wind, I logged into my email and finally read her response to my question.
Courtney Thank you for replying with your name. As I mentioned before there is nothing to be ashamed of. Your feelings are your feelings…regardless of whether you decide to act on them.
As for how Jimmy and I ended up lovers. After a few weeks of hints, touching and subtle flirting, I went onto his computer to search what he did online; hoping for hints of what turned him on. I was surprised he spent the majority of his time online not looking up porn (I just assumed that is what all teenage boys do). What I did find helped me cross the invisible line between mother and lover. He had a massive collection of photos of sons and moms having sex both as images or cartoons (I didn’t know sex cartoons existed, but since have learned that there is cartoon sex for almost everything). With this knowledge that he too was interested in incest, and presumably with me, I decided the hell with it and came up with a plan.