Mom’s sanity depends on son’s potency * Incest * par.1

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Mom came over and gave me a big, tight, and long hug. Longer than usual. She felt good pressed next to me, my newly-turned-forty-year-old mother.

“That man!” she said again, softer this time. “Mike, I can always count on you to fill in for him when he can’t perform, won’t perform, or ignores his duties.”

I rubbed her back. You could feel how toned and fit she was. I was proud of her and she was proud of her own effort she put in to stay fit.

She broke the clinch and said: “Well, magical elves aren’t going to get this done before sunrise. We are. Let’s move.” Just like Mom when something needs doing—all business.

In less than an hour, the house was back in working order, enough to even please my clean-obsessive mom.

“I didn’t think I could get this done with you getting in the way so much,” she kidded while poking me. “Let have a cold drink to end this beautiful night.

We sat down at the kitchen table with two red plastic cups we had filled from the remnants of the punch bowl before pouring the rest down the sink.

I raised my cup and toasted: “To the most kindest, bestest, lovingest, beautifulest mother in the whole world!”

Mom laughed and raised her cup: “And to her twin brother—may he find some peace in getting his birthday wish—whatever it may be.”

I was hoping she didn’t know what his birthday wish was.

“Peace?”

“Zygosity—twins magic—one egg, one sperm … two babies. Or twins curse … or whatever. We know how each other feel, sometimes what each other think. I’ve tried to talk myself out of it, tried to poo-poo the idea, but I know it’s real.”

“So you can tell what Uncle is thinking?” I hope she didn’t know EXACTLY what he was thinking.

“Not specifically, but I can feel his emotion. And, right now, it’s not hard to guess what that is, because I’m feeling the same thing.”

“Weird, feeling another person’s there like that. Being an only child, I’ve always felt like there’s an empty space that needs to be filled and that other person isn’t there. I guess that’s what every non-twin feels. Right, Mom?”

Mom’s eyes were wide and her face went pale. I could have sworn the cup in her hand shook before she put it carefully on the table.

“You, okay?”

“Just tired and exhausted from the whole day.” She took both cups and emptied them down the sink. End of discussion. Maybe for the best before she got into what Uncle Zack was up to.

“See you in the morning.”

“Happy birthday,” I said to her back.

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The next morning I didn’t remember any of it for a while. Not until the words “I want you to fuck your Auntie Lee” came back to me.

I had been so tired the night before I hadn’t even jerked off to the thought.

Now the only hardon I had was of the “piss” variety. While I was in the bathroom, Mom knocked on the door, “Just talked to your Uncle; he and your Aunt Lee want to see you this morning. I won’t be needing the car, so go when you want. Just be home by noon … I have to bring some things back to the rental office. Okay?”

I hated to talk when in the bathroom. “OKAY!” I yelled.

“You don’t have to be like that.”

“Sorry, Mom.” I wasn’t angry at her; I was nervous about having to face my aunt and uncle and what I may have to tell them to get out of doing anything …weird.

Mom made coffee and I made myself some toast. Dad had already left for golf. He played on the weekends as much as possible.

We sat and didn’t talk for a while. I thought she might still be upset about my yelling, but that wasn’t it.

“Your uncle and I talked for a while this morning,” she began.

Uh-oh. I prayed he didn’t say anything stupid. And by stupid I meant about “fucking” in a way that concerned me … and my aunt.

“We’re both having feelings about your leaving for college. We’re both going to miss you. Not just that you’re gone, but that we’re both going to be left without a child to love and care for.”

“You know, your uncle would have made a great dad. He could’ve been. But, it wasn’t meant to be. It’s hurt him not to be a father. Now, more than ever.”

“He’s always been great to me, Mom. As long as I can remember.” I felt I had to say something, but that something sounded so obvious when I said it.

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