This story is largely fictional, though some real events have been incorporated into it.
I've decided that this story, overall, will have incest included, though some chapters, such as Ch.01 will not have incest or any incest elements.
I'm also going to include the mother's perspective chapters, with and without incest, later on. This is probably Ch.03 and Ch. 04.
As such, the chapters will attempt to alternate between incest and non-incest.
*Ch. 01 does not have incest
The Laptop Surprise of My Mom
Chapter 1: The Unveiling of My Mom
Before the one 'special' spring morning, right before I was going to work, I had been living an uninspiring, boring, and monotonous life. I wasn't doing anything too different from everyone else. I was 23 years old, trying to balance school with work. It was when I discovered a series of videos of my mom that shocked and changed me. I discovered the reasons behind it, but I'd need to provide some context or else it would be unfair to my mom.
Prior to any of this, I saw my mom -- named Angela -- as self-sufficient, dignified, and smart. To top it off, she'd always been a very pretty woman. Despite being 46 years old, she often received compliments that she didn't look her age. She was an average height woman with long hair who had always tried to take care of herself and her body. She ate moderately and she went out on jogs frequently. It was clear that she took pride in how she looked.
My dad, on the other hand, who was named Daniel, was originally thought by mom to be a nice humble person. In reality, he was an arrogant and insecure asshole. He required my mom to worship him and though she was initially okay with doing that, he was never really satisfied. He even began cheating on her!
When my mom found out about it, she was very upset, of course, but she felt that she was partially at fault for not being a better wife. And while she was angry at him, he kept cheating, like she didn't matter. As my mom came from a broken family, she never really considered separation and divorce as viable options. We were just a young family; my sister was just under the age of five and I was only a year old. For those reasons, she felt like she was out of options so she decided to put up with the cheating. She even kept lying to herself that he would eventually stop on his own. But this played right into my dad's hands because he was also not interested in breaking up the family, for his own selfish reasons.
One reason was that he didn't want to look bad in front of his friends. His friends were mostly people that he had grown up with and it just so happened that they were generally more financially affluent than most people. Possibly because of the wealth, everyone seemed to have a 'perfect' stereotypical family. That being said, some of the men were cheating as well and he wanted to be just like them.
Another reason was that my mom was already doing all the house chores. Why would anyone want to leave a life like that? He always claimed to be too busy, but he always had enough time to go out and socialize.
They were formally together for 25 years until my mom finally decided to move out, a couple of years ago. She had, in fact, wisely saved up and found herself a place to live. However, with her being a former real estate agent (she had retired), she pitched the idea to him that the small house would be an investment that the family could benefit and she would need to live there, at least temporarily, in order to maintain it.
Since my dad enjoyed the status quo, he was really against this idea or the idea that he was going to move too. Instead, he suggested that the new place could be rented out, which would have provided additional income. But my mom said that she wanted to take a 'short break' from home. With the prospect that the property could go up in value and the promise that she would still make frequent visits to see him, he gave her the green light.
As a couple, they weren't bad together. They had a few common interests and mutual friends. They would have gotten along if they were just friends. On some days of the week, they could go out together and nobody would've suspected that they were having problems. Both of them had hoped that others thought they were a good, strong family. Image was very important.
She had admitted to me rather recently that she had always been trying to please him in any way that she could, but it still wasn't enough. I could remember a few times, when I was 7 or 8, when she borrowed my computer late at night to look at some adult websites to see, in her words, 'what it was all about'. Obviously, I wasn't allowed to be in the room, but that didn't matter to me. I was a carefree and naïve soul. I thought nothing about what she was doing until much later. I was only focussed on going out to play with my friends. I was innocent like that.
It was a gradual process for me to realize that she was probably trying to improve her relations with my dad, using sex as a tool! But their relations didn't seem to improve very much. They still got into arguments and he still cheated. Still, my mom refused to give up, even during the time when he got laid off. She saw it as an opportunity for her to make good as a mother and wife by maintaining the family house and balancing the finances. For her, she felt that she needed to work harder and things would turn around. She was stubborn like that.
I discovered some time ago that my mom had originally married my dad for 'stability reasons'. She wanted an immigration status to stay in the country - and time was running out for her. She knew him the longest, out of the guys that she met during her short stay. At the same time, she wasn't looking to take advantage of anyone. She genuinely wanted a family too and was willing to work for it. Despite his imperfections as a person, including his tendency to be late, she made numerous with regards to her 'standards' for the sake of settling down. As mentioned before, she didn't have a whole lot of time, or so she thought.
Time revealed the rest of his negative traits that had been latent. He had an inferiority complex, for example. He knew that she wouldn't have married him if she didn't need that immigration status. She was beyond him. So, he turned into this bully. He knew he could pick on her and she wouldn't put up much of a fight. He knew what her character was like.
From my mom's point of view, she insisted that he had several good traits: he seemed like a nice man and he came from a decent close-knit family; he had a decent job and he was very vocal about his ambition to go further than where he was at; and he was generous when it came to dates and dinners. But again, she stressed that she was pressed on time and the other men that she had met weren't substantially better.
Sometimes I wondered what life would've been like with a different father, but I probably wouldn't have existed.
Flash forward to that spring morning, I was arriving to visit my mom's place before travelling by bus to work at a neighboring city. I had found work as a regional scout for high school athletes, specifically for the game of baseball.
When I saw my mom, she seemed really happy to see me -- she gave me a long hug and kiss on the cheek. That was when I noticed that her breasts were significantly pronounced. I knew immediately that she had gotten a boob job, but I didn't know when. I surmised that it was during the two years when I was away. I remembered that they used to be modest in size, but not small. But I didn't dare to make any comment whatsoever.
Anyhow, shortly afterward, she asked me to look at her laptop to see why it was always so slow. Sometimes it would even freeze, which always forced her to restart. She knew that I was quite capable with using a computer, so I could help her fix it. Also, she wanted me to set up a webcam for her because she wanted to talk to her international friends. Finally, she wanted me to help her set-up her account for some popular social media websites. I was really surprised at how internet savvy she had become since I left. The webcam was not a problem as I had a spare one that she could use. Therefore, it was only the computer fixing that I needed to focus on.
I only had a short amount of time that day as I had to go on a two-day trip for work to watch a tournament game. She suggested that fixing her computer could wait until afterward. But, I insisted that I could do everything in one sitting on the train. It would save me time and give me something to do. She seemed okay with that.
After leaving her house, I found my designated spot on the train -- window seat and at the very back -- and I began playing around with my laptop. During the time when I was fidgeting around with it, the train was departing and I was in luck; nobody claimed the spots beside me. I wanted it this way because I didn't want to talk to anyone. I liked to be alone.
About a half hour into the train ride, I opened up her laptop and began inspecting it. One of the first things that I did on her laptop was open up Task Manager, a program which could list all the applications and services currently running at the time.
It seemed that my mom had a lot of programs running on her computer which she would never need. Some were really strange programs which I had never come across before and they seemed like malware to me, which are programs installed on a computer with a malicious intent. After further investigation, there were some programs that ran whenever the operating system loaded and I had to prevent that from happening. This was, in fact, evidence of malicious activity. After about ten minutes of tinkering, which involved uninstalling some programs, the laptop became noticeably more responsive. It seemed easy enough. But I still needed to go through her browser's add-ons because some of which were likely to cause annoyance to her -- sometimes they could produce pop up ads, for example. So, I opened up a browser and went into the add-ons menu, where I found a couple of add-ons that definitely needed to be removed. After that, I went back to the main screen.
Next, I checked her dropdown URL list but not because I wanted to invade her privacy. I wanted to see if there were any websites that she had visited that were causing these problems. What I found was beyond what anyone could have expected. Although she had visited numerous 'normal' websites, it seemed that she had been recently visiting a couple of well-known porn sites!
It brought me back to the memories of her visiting porn sites. But the funny thing was that my mom had always been the type to be offended about hearing or seeing anything related to sex, especially if the concept of it was mentioned nonchalantly on a TV show or in a movie. Even for love scenes, she had always looked uncomfortable watching them, which made movie-watching with her awkward.
