I had been trying to avoid Amanda because I didn’t know what to say and I knew she’d be able to tell something was up. But a few days after David and I began having sex, she hadn’t called or texted me either so I just shot her a text and asked if everything was alright. She responded by asking me to come over and saying she needed to talk. This made me nervous and I asked David if he had told Robbie that we had been sleeping together but he said he hadn’t. I wondered if Amanda and her son had began a sexual relationship too. That would be a trip, I thought. Picturing it in my mind made me wet, I have to admit.
When I got to Amanda’s house, she seemed very anxious and led me into the living room where we sat on her sectional sofa right at the V area looking right at each other. She held my hand and began speaking.
“I did what you asked,” she said, looking me dead in the eyes. “I snooped on my son’s laptop and all hell broke loose.”
“What did you see?” I asked, remembering how I had come over there last time and admitted how I got horny and masturbated over all the mother-son stuff I found on David’s laptop.
“Well, he had a picture of me in a bikini right on the desktop,” she began, “And his search history was full of like hundreds and hundreds of Mother- Son sex stories, pictures, movies, discussion sites. That was the craziest part, what he wrote on forums and stuff. I really went down the rabbit hole, Syl. He wrote about catching me masturbating and he wrote about our relationship and how he doesn’t feel close to me because there’s this sexual thing between us and we aren’t acknowledging it.”
I squeezed her hand and tried to be understanding, but I didn’t say anything right away. I felt like she had more to say. She was looking around the room nervously before she continued.
“I’m so embarrassed. I know you won’t judge me because of what you told me the other day. I can’t explain why exactly because I’d never do anything like that but I just got so turned on.” Amanda had a pained look on her face and then whispered, “I started masturbating in his room as I was reading all of this.”
“Shit..” I said.
“And he basically caught me.”
“He didn’t actually see me, but it was obvious that’s what I was doing and he confronted me.”
“When?” I asked. “What did he say?”
“It was a couple of days ago. And he was acting like there’s some big elephant in the room that there’s something sexual between us and I was masturbating in his room and I found my dirty panties under his pillow and took them back..” Amanda was talking a mile a minute and I was trying to keep up. “Then he came to my room and said something was missing and we argued a bit about what I saw but I eventually gave him the panties I was wearing earlier. I walked in on him like five minutes later jerking off with them and he didn’t stop. He was just naked with his big erection and my underwear like, ‘Come and get it.”
“Fuck..” I whispered under my breath.
“I know you were going through something similar with David,” she said. “Robbie is being kind of aggressive and its making me feel so.. weird,” She looked me in the eyes and started whispering again, “I’ve been playing with myself like nonstop since this happened and reading shit online, I’m so confused. I made an appointment to go to a therapist tomorrow.”