This is the first story I've ever published on Lit! Hope you like it!
Warning: contains LOTS of incest content!
After a long, draining day at work, Melissa's car ambled into the driveway around 7 PM. She grabbed the bags of food she'd picked up from the drive-thru, climbed out of the car, fished her house key out from her purse, and let herself in.
Her son was sitting on the couch in the living room, staring down at his phone.
"Hi, sweetie!" she called out. He grumbled in reply. "I brought you some McDonald's, wanna come eat with me?"
"Maybe later," he said. She sighed, kicked off her heels, and made her way into the kitchen. "Thanks, mom." He thought to add. Better late than never, she supposed.
She ate slowly, hoping that her son would decide to come and join her. It seemed like he'd been avoiding her an awful lot lately. She'd never quite been as close to him as she was to Britney--her daughter--but wasn't it her duty as a mother to ask him if something was bothering him?
"How was your day, sweetie?" she called from the kitchen.
"Fine," he said brusquely after a brief silence.
"Did you do anything fun?"
"Not really."
"Hmm..." she mumbled to herself. If there was a rift between them, it was probably her fault. He'd had very little ambition as a high schooler, but they'd still made an arrangement that he could take a year off after graduation if he promised to go to school that next September. But when he'd told her that he'd decided not to go to college at all, she'd had a fit. She almost threw him out of the house, but relented when she realized he had nowhere else to go. He apologized by buying her all sorts of gifts from a small curio shop that just opened up in town--which was a little unorthodox, but she was still struck by his sincerity. She tabled the discussion and planned on circling back to it eventually. He was grown up now and he couldn't spend the rest of his life living at home with his mother. He knew he'd see it her way sooner or later, but approaching that conversation was proving more difficult than she imagined. She knew he didn't want to talk about it, and she certainly didn't want the discussion to grow heated again. So their relationship had been terse and tepid these last couple of weeks.
Once she'd finished her share of the cold, soggy fries, she decided to call it quits for the night. Tomorrow always presented another chance to try.
"Well, I'm beat so I'm going to go get ready for bed," she called to him from the bottom of the stairs. "Don't let your food get any colder than it already is, OK?"
"OK," he said, "I'll eat in a bit. There's just something I need to do first."
She waited for a moment, thinking he was going to fill her in as to what that 'something' was, but after a few moments of silence, she shrugged and then made her way upstairs to the bathroom. She turned on the ventilation fan, switched on the electric heater, and regarded her face in the mirror for a time. It would take longer than it usually did for her to remove the work day's makeup, but that was only because she'd been wearing more than she was used to these last couple of days.
And now that she thought about it, that seemed strange.
She rarely, if ever, wore lipstick, and yet here she was wearing a not-unflattering shade of pinkish red. Her hair, too, had been coifed and curled. She knew she must have done it, but she couldn't quite remember doing it. She looked great, she had to admit, but what had suddenly possessed her to start putting such care and effort into her looks again? It's not like she was trying to impress anyone. She wasn't in her twenties anymore.
A topic to contemplate another night, she figured as she reached for the facial wipes. She'd barely been at it for thirty seconds when there came a knock on the bathroom door.
"Mom?" her son asked from the other side.
"Just a minute, sweetie," she called out, wiping at her cheeks, "you can get in here when I'm--"
The door creaked open and he was standing there, looking like he wanted to tell her something. And, she suddenly noticed, he was also completely naked.
"Sweetie! What are you--"
SNAP
She blinked a few times, meeting her own confused gaze in the mirror. What was she saying?
"Go on, mom," her son said, seated on the toilet.
"Of course, sweetie, sorry," she said, continuing to wipe at her cheek. "I must have gotten distracted."
She glanced back at him through the mirror every now and again. He was staring at her--well, leering was more like it. She felt so proud. He had such a healthy sense of curiosity.
She moved to wipe off the lipstick last, but her son cleared his throat. "I think you should leave it on for a little while longer, mom."
"What?" she said, puzzled. "Why? I don't need to wear lipstick to bed."
SNAP
She set the wipe down as if she'd abruptly forgotten about it then admired herself in the mirror. God, this lipstick looked good on her.
Once she was done with her face, she pulled out her toothbrush. She was just squeezing some toothpaste over the bristles when her son stood up and approached her.
"Uh...sweetie?" she said, keenly aware of how close his swinging erection was to her. "I think you should maybe go put something on--"
SNAP
"What was I saying?" she said, blinking.
"You were just telling me how much easier it is to brush your teeth when you're only wearing your underwear."
"Oh yes, of course. How silly of me!" She set the toothbrush down and began to strip. The blouse came first, then the skirt and the stockings, until she was left standing in just her bra and underwear.
"Wow..." her son murmured. "I never get tired of that." She smiled at him, turned back to her mirror, and began to brush her teeth.
Her son watched her the entire time. Well, there was nothing strange about that, she thought. It was important to be a good role model, especially when it came to dental hygiene. In fact, it became so normal after a little while that a part of her even forgot he was there.
Until he began to grope her breasts.
"Sweetie!" she exclaimed, the toothpaste oozing out of her mouth. "How dare you touch your mother like that! This is completely inappro--"
SNAP
She cleared her throat and wiped the trail of toothpaste off of her chin. "I'm sorry, sweetie, what were we talking about?"
"Just about how much you love to have your tits touched while you're brushing your teeth."
"You're right, sweetie, I do! Good thing you're here to do it!"
He pinched and squeezed and groped as Melissa rinsed the brush and swished her mouthwash. Putting the toothbrush back, she pulled out her lotions and face creams so she could start her nightly skincare routine. Her son pulled away as she began to dab little bits of product on her face.
In the mirror's reflection she saw his erection begin to stiffen. It got bigger and bigger until he--amazingly--began to stroke it.
"Now, sweetie," she said, hoping her tone sounded placating rather than overly scolding, "you know that it's best to do things like that in private..."
SNAP
"...unless, of course, you're too horny and you want to look at mommy while you're jerking. That's perfectly fine." Her son was stroking himself in earnest now, just to her side. He was such a healthy young man. She was so proud.
She stole the occasional glance at him--well, his penis, actually. When was the last time she'd gotten any dick? It was so...big and...hard. She almost couldn't stand to be in the same room as it--as him. The longer she stared, the more she--
"Mom," he said once she'd finished with her facial cream, gripping her shoulders and turning her to him.
"What is it, sweetie?" she said, glancing down at his erec--his cock. "Do you need to ejaculate?" He nodded. "Well, the toilet's just over there. Or you could use a tissue. I don't mind--"
SNAP
