"This is written in British English. British word forms and spellings used throughout. If this bothers you please do not read.
My second submission. I hope you enjoy it. Feedback on the story always welcome.
This deals with mother/son incest, if this isn't your thing, then please do not read."
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The Story
I walked into my son's bedroom to collect his dirty washing. Jake's room was an absolute mess. You would have thought that a 22 year old could at least keep his own room clean and tidy, but no. Jake was one of the most untidy young men I had known.
Looking around the room I started picking up clothes. I assumed that all discarded clothes were dirty and took them to put them in the wash. As I got back to the bedroom door I took a final look around and noticed a pair of Jake's boxers on the floor half under the top of his bed. As I bent to pick them up I noticed the corner of a piece of paper sticking out from underneath the mattress, and wondered whether this was part of Jake's 'stash'.
Now divorced for more than 10 years and aged 45 I wasn't a prude and although I wasn't averse to a little pornography from time to time and, on the rare occasions these days, sex my instinct was to leave things be. But this little bit of paper was calling to me and after a short debate in my own head my curiosity got the better of me. So dropping the clothes I lifted the mattress and pulled out five pieces of printed A4 paper.
Expecting to find either a magazine, or pages from one, I was surprised to find what appeared to be a simple printed document, which Jake must have printed from our computer.
The pages were numbered, but out of order, so sorting them I finally read the title at the top of the first page. As I read 'Debs and Jake get it together' I sank onto the mattress and continued to read on.
The first few paragraphs described me and Jake and our lives together. It described my work, hobbies and pastimes and then described me:
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Mum, Deborah, is 45 years old with shoulder length wavy dark brown hair, her deep green eyes were piercing at times, especially when she was excited or annoyed. She is 5'8" tall and although not slim, she was by no means fat. She could best be described as curvy. Her breasts are only slightly larger than average, at a guess a 36D, with her waist perhaps 26", and her hips a curvy 38". Her legs are long and retain their tone due to Mum's continuing love of tennis, and golf, giving her an overall athletic shape.
Mum's rear is to die for. It's best shown off in a pair of tight fitting jeans....
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At this point I stopped reading; put my hand to my mouth in complete and utter shock and just whispered, "Oh my god," to myself. Suddenly giggling and walking over to the wall mirror I tried to look at my rear. I was wearing jeans.
I looked at my watch and realised Jake would be home in about half an hour so I took the pieces of paper to the study and copied them on our printer/copier. I thought that I'd better read this later and avoid any awkward moments with Jake tonight.
Going back to Jake's bedroom I put the pages back underneath the mattress, grabbed all the washing then with a quick detour to put the copies in the drawer of my bedside table I went downstairs and tried to carry on with the washing and cleaning as if nothing had happened.
I busied myself getting the clothes into the washing machine and got it turned on. After about 15 minutes I was finished. I made myself a coffee and sat at the breakfast bar pondering what Jake's story might behold. Did my son really find me sexually attractive? Was it just a harmless fantasy, that Jake happened to put onto paper, or did he really wish to commit incest with me, if the opportunity arose?
Contemplating how tall Jake was and his athletic build I thought about how we often played tennis together. I suddenly found myself thinking about him in a tennis shirt and shorts, considering his strong arms and muscular legs, and his wonderfully tight rear. I also contemplated how big his cock was and tried to picture him standing in front of me stark naked sporting a strong erection. I was thinking how attractive he was and what it would be like to have him fill my mostly vacant cunt with his long stiff cock.
Returning to reality I heard the front door go and I was surprised to realise that I was a little aroused at the thought of having sex with my son. I quickly tried to restore my normal controlled and motherly appearance as Jake walked into the kitchen.
"Hi Mum," he said as he walked towards me, and putting his arm around my shoulder he gave me a peck on the cheek.
My throat suddenly went dry, but after clearing it I quietly replied, "Hello Love. How's your day been?"
"Not too bad. It was good and busy at the garage today and I managed two sales, so I should be getting a good bonus this month. How's your day been?"
"I went shopping this morning, and did a bit of a clean up this afternoon."
"Did you buy anything nice?" Jake asked.
"Only a few bits and pieces for me, you know ladies things." Putting on a stern look I continued, "What's going on in your room, young man? It's an absolute mess."
"Sorry Mum, I'll tidy it up on the weekend."
"No you won't," I said firmly. "You're going to clean it this evening. I'll help you if you want, but I'll only help and not do it for you. You're old enough to know better."
Jake looked downcast and replied, "Aw Mum, I was going to go out tonight."
"Well you're not going out until your room is in a state where I could bring a visitor to it without being embarrassed. I shouldn't need to go around your room picking up your dirty clothes. You know where the laundry basket is, so please use it.
"You've got books, papers and magazines all over the place, why can't you keep them tidy and in order on your shelves and in your bookcase? You've also got CDs all over the place. I'm amazed I didn't stand on one and break a case or something."
Jake blushed and avoided my stare, "I'm sorry Mum, I do try, but I just get side-tracked."
"Well tonight, mister, you're going to be side-tracked into missing a night out with your mates and I want you to tidy your room please. I want you to also vacuum the carpet and dust all the furniture. You're 22 and old enough to be able to do this without being asked. If you get it tidied and cleaned to my satisfaction you can go out later, but only if I'm happy with the state of your room."
Jake realised he was unlikely to persuade Mum out of this one, so he decided that he could hopefully get his room tidied before 8:00pm, and still be able to meet up with his mates before they moved on from the pub. So off he went, grabbing dusters, polish and vacuum cleaner on the way to his room.
Jake must have really wanted to go out this evening and therefore managed to get his room tidied, cleaned and dusted in just under an hour and a half. He eventually came downstairs just before 8:00pm, not only having cleaned his room, but also having showered, changed and cleaned himself.
I was in the lounge with a glass of wine, watching the TV when Jake came in.
"Hi Mum, I've finished cleaning my room and I'm off out."
Jumping up quickly I said, "Not so fast young man. Let me see what kind of job you've done."
"C'mon Mum, it's spotless."
Walking past Jake I grabbed his hand and tugging him behind me I climbed the stairs and opened his bedroom door. First impressions were that it was a good thorough job. Then I thought, I'll catch him out, and opened the wardrobe. I expected to see piles of rubbish just picked up and dumped there; but no.
Then I looked into a couple of his drawers, all neat and tidy, then finally into his cupboard and again not only no rubbish crammed in from the rest of the room, but it also looked like the normal cupboard contents had been sorted and tidily stacked. His CDs and DVDs were in the racks and looking at the surface of the furniture and shelves they appeared to be cleaned and polished.
I finally walked over to the bed, where I found the printed document and even here the bed was made and no sign of paper sticking out from the mattress.
"Well, is it tidy enough?" Jake asked with a broad grin on his face.
"I'm amazed. Thank you, Sweetie. I just wish you would do this regularly so I don't have to look at your mess every time I come in here."
"I'll try to give my room a good clean once a week," Jake pledged.