He leaned back into his chair with a heavy sigh. Why was it always like this? Nothing ever worked when it was needed. It could be some supernatural interference trying to stop him from applying. Telling him that it was a bad idea. His parents had asked him to do it days ago. Finding some income was part of the deal when he said he wanted to drop out of college. Now when he finally got around to do it, Internet went down.
He thought about just accepting the divine intervention, but he figured his parents wouldn't be too happy about that. Since he was in the process now, he might as well try and follow through. He left his room and went down the stairs.
"Dad, is the Wi-Fi down for you too?" he asked.
"How am I supposed to know that, William?" his father answered.
He should've known better than to ask. His father wasn't very high tech. His mother would've been able to help, but as both his computer and phone was without Internet, it was likely not working. He skipped up the stairs, stopping at his parents' bedroom door. His mother had her laptop. She used to have a separate connection on it a few years ago when she worked. He had no idea if she still had it, but it wouldn't hurt to have a look. He could just send the application in and then leave the laptop just the way he found it. His mother didn't like anyone else using it, but she would never find out.
He looked down the stairs to make sure his father wouldn't notice him and walked into the bedroom. The laptop was standing on a desk and he opened it up. It showed a screensaver image and he clicked on the mousepad to remove it. He expected the password screen to show up, but lucky enough it moved him directly to the desktop. Two years without any kids at home, and her husband not tech-savvy enough to turn a computer on, meant she probably hadn't bothered with any password.
Even luckier, it also had an Internet connection going. He took out his phone to check if it was still without Internet, and to his surprise, the Wi-Fi was back. Maybe his mom didn't have a special connection after all. He put his hand upon the laptop to close it, but the chat program in the taskbar got his attention. He didn't know his mother chatted. What kind of servers was she in? Did she talk to other old people? He used it himself, but that was pretty much only for gaming. Talking to friends and other people who played games with them. What could his mother possibly talk about?
It had to be investigated. He clicked on it in the taskbar and it opened. It had the usual game commercials that he recognized from his own, but he brought the mouse over to the server icons. Baking, gardening, writing. Even one that seemed to be about watching TV. It was pretty much what he expected, except for a server called MSI. He tried to figure out what that could mean, but what made him extra curious was that it had a pink heart icon. Could it be some special TV series that she liked?
Clicking on it changed the main screen to show the room names on the left, the names of the members and their roles on the right, and the actual chat text in the middle. It was shocking. Several of the room names had the word incest in them. Incest-Fantasies, Incest-sharing, incest-pictures. Other rooms were mostly named something with either mother or son. What the hell was this server?
The marked room was named main-incest-chat, and he could see a conversation was being held right now. Someone called Rhonda was bragging that she just sucked her son's cock and that she could still taste his cum in her mouth. Other people were cheering her on, but what made it even more surreal was that one of the people writing was named Melissa Daor. That was his mother's given name. She was called Murray now, but the name was so unusual it seemed unlikely that another person with the same name would be in the same server. His mother was congratulating and encouraging someone for giving their son a blowjob. Not only that, but he saw his mother say that she wished she could have done that today too. Did his mother want to suck his cock? He looked down in the left corner where the user options were, and it did say Melissa Daor. What the hell was going on?
It was all too much to take in. He rubbed his face, thinking the text on the screen might change into something more appropriate if he cleared his mind, but it didn't. His mother was at her sister's place right now. Just a normal visit, yet she must be on her phone, chatting in what looked like a mother/son incest server. This was insane. He tried to tell himself to just close it down and forget it, but he knew it wouldn't be so easy. He needed to learn more. He wanted to read everything his mother had ever said in that chat but figured he couldn't do that sitting in his parents' bedroom. Could he take the computer to his room? At least until his mother returned.
He clicked up her mail software. Could he find the password there? No, it would probably only help him if he reset it, but that wouldn't really be useful. Could she have it written down somewhere? He went to the desktop, and he was almost shaking with excitement when he saw a text file named "pass". He clicked it open and saw a few different site and program names, followed by either an email or what he assumed was a username. The third line had different variations of the same phrase and he took it for being the passwords. The chat program was in there, and he quickly got his phone up, taking a picture of all the logins.
He was shaking as he closed the laptop and left the bedroom. His cock had never been this hard before, and it hurt how much it was throbbing. He hurried the best he could into his own room, closing the door behind him. The Wi-Fi was working again, and he logged out from his account in the chat program, and instead typed in his mother's login details. Was his mother really a freak getting turned on by mother and son incest? Maybe it was just a silly fantasy for her, and she was there to feed on other deviants' fantasies. Surely, she mustn't secretly want to suck his cock?
Once inside, he tried to calm down. His mother hadn't said anything new in the Main-Incest-Chat, but some other people had talked about the same subject. He looked at the members on the right and could see that Melissa Daor was placed in the role "Mothers- Single" together with a few others. Some were just "Mothers" while a few where "Mothers - Sub" or "Mothers - Domme". There were also son titles, with the difference that they didn't have any role for singles, telling him that sons must only be allowed to join the server when they had started a relationship with their mother.
Next, he went to the selfie section. The first picture was a headshot of a blonde beauty that clearly had cum all over her face and a lot of encouragement followed as they talked about her having her son's cum on her face. He scrolled up, and the next photo was of a woman in the shower. Her lower body covered by the shower drape that she was holding, but her upper body fully naked and exposed, as a hand was seen stretching out from behind the camera to pull it open. What the hell was this place? Scrolling up more, the next photo was on a young man his own age sitting at the table eating breakfast only wearing a pair of boxers. This place was anything but normal.
He wanted to scroll up and look at all the hot mothers, but he also thought that maybe he should have a look at the Incest-Pictures room too. Could there actually be real-life pictures of the members of the server having sex in there? He then realized that his mother might have posted selfies too. What if she had been inspired by the risqué photos that others had, and taken some herself? He slipped his pants and underwear off, his cock happy to be freed, and then went to the search function. Using its preprogrammed function to look for files posted by Melissa Daor in the selfie room.
Several pictures appeared. Some of himself. Some of his mother, and even some of them both together. Not only normal pictures, but some photoshopped. One of himself in profile in the kitchen, with his mother naked on her knees in front of him. It was poorly chopped, but it still made him stroke his hard cock looking at it. When he found a picture of his mother fully naked, he knew he would cum. Her beautiful light brown hair falling to where her breasts started. Her breasts perkier than he could have ever imagined, and their full size on display. Her toned stomach and strong hips that she often complained about being too big, but looking at her now he was certain they were the most beautiful hips he had ever seen. What made his balls tingle especially much was that her pussy was completely shaven, showing her bare pussy to the world. He had never masturbated to his mother before, but seeing her now, he imagined it would be the only thing he would ever do for the rest of his life.
"I'm home," his mother called from downstairs.
Hearing her voice while looking at her naked pictures made his cum pump out. Rope after rope of warm cum that he imagined laying on his mother's beautiful face, wondering if his orgasm would last forever as he felt like he had never cum this much before. When his balls were empty, he slumped in the chair. He began to put his clothes back on, when he realized something. What if the chat program had sent an email about logging in from a new computer? He was quite sure that was a thing. Did his mom have an email program on her phone? If so, he could already have been busted.
