Author's note:
*This is an edited version*
Credits to s0rethr0at for helping me edit the story.
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Disclaimer:
All characters are above 18 years old. The story is mostly but not strictly under the incest/taboo genre.
This is my first story and attempt. Still trying to figure out how this works. Appreciate the patience to read through my story and hope that it'll provide some entertainment.
"JASON! JASON!"
I heard someone calling my name faintly. Slowly it became louder, and I began to open my eyes. Dazed, I saw my Mum looking worried, holding me. My eyes adjusted to the bright light in the room. Confused, I tried to sit up but felt incredible pain in my body.
"Don't move!" I heard her say.
As my vision became clearer, I realized I was in the hospital.
"You got into an accident, Jason." I grabbed my head and tried to remember.
I remembered going on a trip with my friends. They were a wild bunch, and we were speeding down the highway. That was the last I could remember.
I looked around and saw my hands in a cast. Mom told me I had fractured my arms and would need a while to recover.
I saw a doctor walk in; she was mature-looking but still attractive for her age. She had short hair and glasses.
"You're a lucky kid. I'm not sure how, but you didn't break any bones. But we're going to have you in a cast for a few days, just in case. You are free to go home now."
My body was in pain as I slowly walked. Mom held me as I left the hospital. I couldn't remember the last time I was this close physically to my Mom. I had never felt safer.
My dad passed on when I was still young, so Mom was the pillar of the family. She raised both my older sister and me as well as she could. She was the modest and conservative kind, introverted. She used dancing as an outlet and was very good at it. She owned her own dance studio.
My mom, Olivia, was busy working most of the time to make ends meet. She was only usually home for dinner, and at home, she was busy doing house chores. I love my mom, but we're not exactly super close because of the limited time we spend together. We had an almost formal relationship.
Physically my mom had a petite build. She had what people call a tight body for her age. Being a dancer, she had a slim and toned body. She was in her 40's and had a really good figure. She's about 5'4'' and has flawless fair porcelain skin. There's barely any freckle or blemish on her.
She was of mixed ethnicities and had beautiful features, and kept shoulder-length hair. However, mom kept her appearance rather plain and simple, while dressing rather conservatively most of the time.
I'm Jason, 18 years old. Personality-wise, I took after my mom. I'm rather shy and quiet. I am 6'2 and have above average appearance. Despite being an introvert, I clicked well with people who were the opposite of me.
My friends were wild and notorious, which was how the accident happened.
Then there's Janice, my older sister. She's 21. Janice is more of a best friend than a sister to me. Growing up, she was pretty tomboyish, and I almost looked up at her like an older brother who took care of me.
She's slightly taller than my mom, at around 5'7''. Personality-wise, though, Janice is the opposite of us. She's very confident and sociable. Janice was the popular girl in school.
She's well aware of how attractive she is. She is naturally busty; she looked to be around a 34C. But because of how athletic she was, she's unbelievably fit. She has the perfect curves in all the right places.
Janice is the natural leader of any group she was in and was the one usually calling the shots. That sort of helped me out in high school, as everyone knew who I was because of her.
Being left at home alone together most of the time, we were incredibly close and often confided in each other. But she moved out 2 years ago to stay on campus for her studies. We didn't contact each other often since.
CHAPTER ONE -- THE BEGINNING
"ARE YOU HUNGRY, JASON?" Mom yelled to me from the kitchen.
"I'm good. Thanks, Mom!" I answered. She was really worried and kept checking on me.
I couldn't do much as I didn't have much strength, so I watched TV the whole day.
Mom is usually busy with work. She would leave to the studio in the morning for work and comes back around dinner time. She left food for me.
However, because of my accident, she took a couple days of leave.
I spent the day watching TV in the living room. I watched as my mom kept herself busy doing house chores. I rarely got to spend time with Mom since she was only back at home at night. We'd probably spend time eating dinner before we went back to our own rooms.
Mom usually dresses very simply at home. It's usually a t-shirt and shorts.
Sometimes, it's a long dress.
The evening soon came, and suddenly I realized something. How am I going to take a bath? We were in a tropical climate part of the country which was quite warm, so we have to bathe daily.
Just as my mind was going through the possibilities, Mom came into my room. Mom usually comes in to say goodnight at the end of the day.
"You're starting to smell," she said.
"Yeah, I'm quite sweaty from the heat," I answered.
"I guess it's time for your bath," she said.
"Err...okay?" I responded.
"I will have to help you out in that as well Jason, you can't stand on your own." She said as she helped me up and into the bathroom.
"It's kind of weird Mom, I think I can manage." I tried to argue.
"The doctor advised against getting your bandages wet. How can you manage? Don't worry, there's nothing I haven't seen before."
Mom is very thorough with anything she does. She's a neat freak who keeps the house sparkling clean all the time. She also uses the bathroom for a very long time.
She spends up to an hour when she takes her bath. As she led me into the bathroom, I was starting to feel embarrassed. It felt weird being alone in the bathroom with her.
