A good mother would take care of DeShawn’s needs, even his perverted ones, and since he is so wonderful to me I should at least give him blow jobs to help with his desire.
The statements sat on the screen. It was so bold that it scared DeShawn so much that he looked around to see if his sister might have come in. His heart pounded.
Brenda jerked slightly. She seemed to be struggling with the statement. DeShawn grew more nervous. He started to wonder what happened if she rejected the statement or it was so far that she broke her induction. What would he do then? How would he explain what was on the screen? Fear consumed him and his confidence broke. DeShawn reached for the keyboard to kill the program just as his mother answered – yes.
Yes! It was what he had hoped for. Yes! It was a dream come true. Yes! Was he really only moments away from his own mother taking him in her mouth?
DeShawn quickly ended the program and waited for the fog to lift from Brenda’s mind.
“Baby, did things go alright this time,” the confused mother asked.
“Well, I think so,” he answered without any enthusiasm in his voice “I mean you are my mom so there are some things I can’t check because it just wouldn’t be right.”
That statement felt much deeper than the words he had said. It also made her feel a twinge of guilt for not being able to help her son – again.
“It’s ok though. I will figure it out,” DeShawn was laying it on thick now “what did you want to talk about earlier?”
Brenda wasn’t so ready to switch gears like that and the growing guilt for not being more helpful combined with a newly forming thought as she thought about what she needed to address him about caused her to stutter, “I, uh, I…”
“Mom, are you ok,” DeShawn questioned.
Brenda was stunned by the notion becoming more clear by the second that she should suck off DeShawn. It was unnerving. She had to get this out quickly before she thought any other crazy thoughts. “I found your porn and my panties,” she blurted out.
“Oh, mom, I’m sorry I didn’t mean for you to see that,” DeShawn countered.
Brenda for her part was taken back that he did not try to deny what she had presented him. “Wait, you-you don’t even try to deny it or explain it you are only sorry I found it,”she questioned.
DeShawn knew that to this point the program had not failed when he had gotten her to agree to something and so he pressed his luck to see if that held true now. “Mom, I can’t deny my need. I know you are probably disgusted by it. You probably think I am a pervert or something but I really need it and those magazines are the closest I am ever going to get.”
Brenda felt like she was hit by a truck. DeShawn wasn’t doing something bad he was acting on a real need and she had let him deal with that need in such an inadequate way. She needed to help her son. He needed her and when she needed him he was there for her. She needed to be there for him. On her knees.
Where did that thought come from?
She needed to be there for him. Stroking his erection.
Why was this making more and more sense?