Editor's note: this fictional work contains scenes of fictional incest or fictional incest content.
CrimsonXpassion: On my behalf, I apologize for failing to mention in the first place that my work was a written version of Doodlenooch's animated role game with some changes that I made, respectfully. This was not meant for profit or recognition, but for fun. I just thought that it would be great to make this an actual story since it was originally just a mini-game before it was introduced to pornography. And if there is one thing that bothers me is an incomplete work of art. So forgive me for taking the initiative. I assure you that the rest of the way will be entirely of my making after this.
Also, I made sure to purge any errors that I could find on the original version and made some improvements. But if you still find some, I suggest that you just shrug it off and carry on. And no, I will not seek out an editor. As much as I love this, I have better things to spend my time and energy on. Like I said, this is just for fun, nothing more nothing less.
Be aware: This is a work of taboo fantasy and the characters are fictional and are 18 years or older. Your discretion is advised.
Chapter:1
A Date Night
It was struck past six-thirty in the afternoon while I was lying on my bed with my head upside down on the mattress, and of course with my beloved Nintendo Switch, playing Zelda. I was just half way through a side quest when two knocks were given on my door.
"Noah! You in there?" my mom called from the other side.
"Yeah, am here!"
And without further ado, she invited herself in, dressed in a yellow mustard shirt with white sleeves and collar, and in grey pajama pants outlining the curves of her prominent hips against which she was holding a basket of dirty clothes on her left side.
"Oh, for Christ sake, Noah!" she exclaimed disapprovingly with the bitter taste of maternal disappointment.
"What?" I replied even though I knew what she was talking about.
"Your room is a mess. I told you yesterday to clean up, didn't I?"
"I'll do it in a minute," I said almost nonchalantly as I returned my attention on my Nintendo.
"I swear, you can be such a slob sometimes!" Mom sighed right before she started to bend over and pick up my sucks and a few shorts and shirts across my room to then move towards my closed closet to my right where more garments were a little piled up.
Without thinking as I had the ideal angle, I tore my eyes from my console and turned my head to take a brief look at my mom on her knees with her back turned while collecting my discarded sports clothes. My attention was sooner focused on the globes of her buttocks that were stretching out her pajama above her heels. And a little higher above her waistband where the small of her back is narrowly exposed below her shirt, I can also see a trace of her butt crack that was just barely visible. Afterwards, as she was finishing up with the chore, I withdrew my gaze back on my game before my mom got up on her legs to then swivel back towards me.
"Can you look at me when I'm talking to you?" she then asked calmly and yet with a firm hand.
Since I can never refuse her for long, I relented and rested the face of my console on my chest to finally look up at her from upside down. Throughout her silhouette and beyond the twin hills of her cleavage beneath her shirt, my mother was looking down on me with her dark brown eyes underneath her straight eyebrows while smiling fondly at her only son and child that is me. Her hair that frames her round face and loosely tide in a grapefruit-sized bun is chestnut brown with natural blonde highlights. And at the peak of her left cheekbone, the cute little mole near the corner of her eye was what I've always found charming about her facial complexion.
"So, just in case you forgot, tonight is my date with Kevin."
"I remember."
"At least you got a good memory," my mom sneered sarcastically with one arched eyebrow. "Anyway, as usual, you have a few friends over, but no girls. And bed by ten-thirty. You've got school tomorrow. And if you're hungry, there are some leftovers in the fridge. And no drugs."
"Very funny," I acknowledged with a grin.
"I know I am," she replied in a more brightened mood before turning away to leave with her filled basket. "I'm gonna start getting ready. Don't play with your silly game too long."
"Sure," I answered as my thumbs were busy again on the controller of my console. "Have fun."
"We will."
At her leaving of my room, my thoughts were thereafter not entirely concentrated on my game anymore. In the past few months before and after I have lost my virginity with a girl, (who is now my ex girlfriend) I had been having some mixed feelings regarding my own mother also known as, Vivian Throndsen to her colleagues at work. To put it short, my brain perceives her as a parent that I love more than anything. However, my little brain down stairs (my dick) has a different point of view. Sometimes I only see her as my one and only mother, and other times as a very attractive woman since puberty kicked in.
Fast forward after an hour of gaming still on my bed, I turned off my Nintendo to then lazily notice through my window, facing west from the house that the sun is setting down. So I got up from my nest, dressed in my smooth black shorts and my white tank-top and stretched my arms and legs to then go and see what was on TV this evening. And so as I began to walk across the corridor, I spotted lights coming out of the bathroom through the door opening which must be at least three or four inches wide. Mom probably forgot to fully close it in her hast to be ready for her date night.
Normally, I should've been gone on my way straight for the living room, but the impulse was too strong to resist. So I stopped and turned my right eye vis-à-vis the slim gape to peek inside.
I was by then rewarded by the mere sight of my beautiful mother, her head and body each wrapped in a towel as she had just finished showering. My hard-on was instant as I could do nothing but ogle at the shapely calves and the thick, soft thighs of her legs. But most of all even though it was brief, her meaty breasts that are supported upwards to seem like a double handful.
Hopefully still undiscovered, I remain exactly as I am, attentively watching her turn around, facing the mirror to dry her disheveled hair. That was when the bigger towel fell down around her with no hands to hold it.
My jaw dropped down and my eye was more wide open than ever. At thirty six, my naked mom is a full-figured woman a bit on the chubby side with a great and big, plump ass. And besides her round booty that looks juicy from still being a little wet, I caught a glimpse of her right tit.
Though I wanted to stay a little longer to admire the view, I knew that staying there like a twisted pervert will be the death of me if she catches me like this. So I left and went as I was, convincing myself that I did the right thing, that I am a good son.
But there was nothing I could do to wipeout the smirk that seems to be imprinted on my face even after thirty or twenty minutes of watching TV from the couch. Even though a part of me was wondering if something was wrong with me and if I was sick, the other half of my conscience was telling me that my questionable feelings and desires are as natural as breathing.
"Did Kevin call yet, sweety?" my mom asked while nervously walking by between me and the television on her high heels.
"Nope," I said not caring about the man I only met twice so far.
"Then he's probably gonna be here any minute," she concluded just when she finished putting on her earrings. "So, how do I look?"
