Questions began to race through her head even as it began to spin. The room seemed to close in on her. What was driving this? Was DeShawn fascinated with images of this type of porn? Did this mean that he thought about this sort of thing? Wanted it?
Brenda had to get out of this room. She tossed the magazine back on the nightstand and stood to leave. As she began to leave something pink caught her eye. Brenda turned toward the pink object on DeShawn’s bed and discovered that it was a pair of panties – hers. She picked them up and her stomach flipped as she realized they were wet, dripping wet and that the liquid that coated them was her son’s cum.
The room spun again. How could he? Where did all that cum come from? Did he use those panties multiple time? Was he able to do that on one attempt? Did he think about her when he did it?
That thought did it. Brenda’s feet began moving before she realized why she was running. She was on her knees at the toilet with barely a second left. Everything that she had eaten was now floating in pinkish brown chunks in the toilet.
“Mom,” DeShawn called out excitedly as he entered the house.
Brenda sat in the dark of the living room. She sat forward on the couch. Her hands gripped the cushion tightly. She was preparing herself for what she had to say to DeShawn.
“Mom,” he looked at his mother studying her face “are you ok. I was hoping you could help me with my experiment again.”
As much as she needed to speak to DeShawn the sense that she owed the boy took over and she resigned herself to do so after she helped him. After all, he had done so much to help her. She owed him at least this little bit of help.
“Of course baby,” the mother stood “we need to talk when we finish though.”
“Of course mom,” DeShawn smiled a crooked smile “more than happy to.”
DeShawn was sure that his mother was fully inducted and so decided to check on his little present from this morning. He was pretty sure from the disturbed look on her face that she had found it but decided to check to make sure. He was not disappointed when he found the magazine askew. He returned to his mother’s side.
“Part of me keeps saying don’t do this mom,” DeShawn was talking more to himself than his entranced mother “but another part of me wants you so bad and I can have you now.”
He began typing. Statement one read: DeShawn is a pervert. Statement two read: My guilt for not knowing what wonderful thing DeShawn did for me is growing stronger. After a moment to think the experiences of that morning led the mother to agree with statement one and the experiences of the last few days led to her agreeing to statement two.
After some work DeShawn had his mother agree that first DeShawn’s perversion represented a desire so deep that it was basically a need and second a good mother took care of her son’s needs especially if he did amazing things for her.
DeShawn constructed his final compound sentence and waited. His breathing was heavy. He wasn’t sure even with the prep and Brenda agreeing all the way to this step that she would be able to accept the conclusion he was drawing for her.