A mother surrenders to herself

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“You’re not suggesting… not while thinking about, David?!” Charlene protested, clearly taken aback by Samantha’s suggestion.

“Why not?” Samantha replied with a slight glint of a chuckle in her voice. “Are you planning to hold it in all day? Clearly you need to address this. Besides, I don’t think there’s anything wrong with it.”

“He’s my son!” Samantha nearly shouted into her phone as she flopped down into her sofa, nearly exhausted by the thoughts running through her mind.

“So what? He’s a young attractive boy and clearly he’s a blessed boy at that. I mean… well, that is to say you aren’t the first mother that this has happened to, believe me hon.” Samantha trailed off.

“You mean… you?” Charlene began.

“Sure.” Samantha exclaimed.

“You mean you and Ben…” Charlene tried to begin but the words stuck in her throat, not wanting to actually ask her lifelong friend if she and her son Benjamin had ever crossed such a line. Ben was about David’s age and one of her son’s best friends much as Samantha and Charlene had always been.

“No.” Samantha replied in what seemed like an almost depressed tone of voice. “I’m sorry to say that I’ve never been brave enough to ever try. But it’s crossed my mind of course. Actually, it’s been one of my favorite fantasies for years. I think it’s just one of those repressed things in everyone’s mind, you know? Something psychological and all that; who knows. Personally I’ve never bought into the modern concept that incest is such a horrible thing so long as all parties are consensual.”

Charlene could barely believe her ears. Samantha had been her closest friend since college. She had gone through most of her life believing that there was nothing about her she didn’t know. Samantha, to the public eye was a very proper woman. She was well mannered, annoyingly polite, actively involved in the Church that she and Charlene attended, a devoted mother and wife; certainly nothing about her would ever have suggested such perversions might linger in her mind. Charlene had always considered herself the wilder one between the two of them. Sexually, Samantha had always come across as reserved and private. To hear her condone incest, let alone say the word masturbation was new territory in their friendship.

“Listen…” Samantha continued. “I’m not telling you to jump David or anything. But you wanted my ‘reality check’ and this is it. Take care of yourself before this desire of yours becomes too big to control, and if the day ever comes when you decide to take it a step further, all I can say as your friend is, you’d be my hero and I want details!” She giggled.
“My God, Sam!” Charlene piped into her phone.

“You wanted my advice.” Samantha replied simply.

“I wanted you to talk sense into me, not toss me deeper into the pool and hold me under!” Charlene attempted to reason. “Besides, even if I were to take your advice… its wrong! It’s immoral, it’s sinful; everything about the idea itself is so fucked up I don’t think I could even get off!”

“Oh I doubt that.” Samantha cooed playfully. “Trust me, it’s the taboo that makes it hot. If it wasn’t then you wouldn’t be as wet as I’m sure you have been since you saw David.”

Charlene was dumb struck into silence. A million remarks entered her mind to retaliate but the moistening reality between her thighs confounded her into silent acceptance of Samantha’s logic. The air on the phone stayed silent for a few seconds before her friend broke in again.

“Look, are you alone?” Sam began.

“Yes…” Charlene whispered.

“Good. Then I want you to shut your eyes and imagine David above you…” Samantha continued.

“Stop it Sam!” Charlene groaned.

“His strong arms on either side of you…” Samantha continued, ignoring her friend’s demand. “His eyes piercing into yours as he shifts your thighs apart with his legs until you look down your body and see his magnificent young cock pointing at your cunt.”

“I’m going to hang up. Stop being dirty.” Charlene threatened in vain. Despite what her morals were screaming at her, the walls of right and wrong were crumbling down.

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