Coming Clean

Note: All sexual situations in this story involve characters who are 18 years of age or older.

It took a few days before Brenda felt calm enough to call Jackie, as her mind was still in turmoil over what had been said during their previous conversation. It was shocking enough to hear her best friend cheerfully speak about her incestuous affair with her son Kyle, but all of that paled in comparison to what she had learned about her own son, Brian. He had, in Jackie's words, been "ecstatic" when learning that she and Kyle were sleeping together, and apparently had strong sexual fantasies involving mothers and their sons himself.

More than anything these days, Brenda found herself re-examining her relationship with Brian. They'd been extremely close during his childhood, but for whatever reason had drifted apart during his teen years. Brenda has assumed that he was just going through a natural phase that all teens do, looking to become a more independent person, but she often wondered if there was more to his behavior than that. Brian had always been the shy, quiet type, and nothing really changed in terms of him becoming more assertive during those years. He had become close friends with Kyle, and Brenda was glad to see him connecting so well with at least one person his age, but if anything he became more withdrawn overall, and especially so with her.

Brenda's divorce had certainly been a key moment in both their lives, and she hoped that sharing that pain might at least have the benefit of bringing them closer together, but if anything the opposite had happened. Brenda had watched Kyle and Jackie from afar after her husband had passed away, seeing them become closer than ever, and part of Brenda couldn't help but feel a bit jealous. Something was off between her and Brian, and had been for years, and so this new revelation about him had practically sent Brenda into a fit. She tried to reassure herself by thinking that maybe this was just a fantasy of his; that plenty of people had unsavory fantasies without it meaning anything was really wrong, but she had to know for sure. The fact that Brian could be so happy for Jackie and Kyle's real life affair was enough to make her feel worried, and so she decided to give Jackie a call and see if she could learn more about what was going on. Nevertheless, Brenda found it extremely difficult to keep her emotions in check once she got Jackie on the line.

"I'm sorry Brenda. That was a lot I dropped on you the other day and I should have known better."

"Sorry for telling me the truth?" Brenda huffed back. "I'd say you've been keeping it from me long enough, Jackie."

"You know I love you like a sister, Brenda, but this is why it's so damned hard to talk to you sometimes. You get so defensive, and hard-headed. It's like I have to break through a brick wall just to have a normal conversation with you."

"Normal? I hardly say what you talked about is normal."

"Maybe not in the conventional sense, but between the two of us, who have been best friends for ages? I'd like to think that we're well past the point of having to watch our P's and Q's with each other."

"Well, if I get that way when it comes to my son, I'd say that's still being reasonable."

"But you aren't being reasonable. I mean, when I asked you if you thought Kyle was attractive, you tightened up like it was an interrogation. Like answering yes to something like that was an admission that you wanted to sleep with him."

"I don't know, I guess I feel a little weird saying those types of things," Brenda replied with a sigh.

Jackie hoped that maybe her friend had finally relaxed a little, so she decided to push a little further.

"It's not weird, not at all. I mean, you can't tell me you haven't noticed the same about Brian. If I had to be completely honest, he's even better looking than my Kyle. But he's entirely devoid of confidence; it's hard to imagine that from anyone so handsome, but somehow that's where he's at."

"He's always been the shy type..." Brenda offered.

"I know, but he's got everything any man his age would want when it comes to finding a woman. And if what Kyle told me is true, he's more than blessed when it comes to keeping one pleased in the bedroom too."

"Holy fuck, did you really just say that?" Brenda asked, her temper beginning to rise again. "Why would you mention such a thing?"

"Jackie, we're talking about insecurity, and young male insecurities in particular. And we both know what men are more insecure about than anything."

"I still can't believe you would talk about my son that way," Brenda snapped back.

"My god Brenda, relax a little. Talking to you is like pulling teeth sometimes."

Brenda could feel her anger beginning to boil now, and made an excuse to hang up before things really got out of hand. And as for Jackie, well she knew what her friend was doing, but decided to play along, hoping that maybe they could try and continue the conversation later on.

**

A few more days passed, but Brenda still didn't feel comfortable enough to talk to Brenda again. She had been exchanging text messages with Brian, however; they communicated with each other every day or so, but like always their messages were very basic, usually just her asking Brian how things were going at school and him replying that all was fine.

Her son was a great student, so Brenda knew she didn't have anything to worry about there, but there was hardly anything ever personal in what he had to say. In the past, she'd occasionally ask something like if he was dating anyone, but he would merely duck the question. The distance between them was more than physical; they could even be in the same room together and Brian could still seem like he was in his own little world. Hoping to try and spark a little more conversation with him this time, Brenda brought up that the Christmas break was coming up and how she was looking forward to having him come home, but once again got little more than a standard reply from Brian.

Brenda had done a lot of thinking lately, and often her mind replayed her last conversation with Jackie. Some of accusations leveled against her by Jackie had cut deeply, as they had mirrored some of the arguments she'd had with her ex-husband Ted. For years Brenda had wondered how much of what Ted said about her had been true, that she put up walls around herself, getting angry whenever anyone wanted to be let in. Hearing Jackie talk in a similar way about her now had managed to open up some of those old wounds, and while she could care less about Ted these days, any chance of repeating some of those mistakes with Brian was something Brenda knew she could not allow to happen. And with that in mind, Brenda became determined to try and understand him better, on his terms if need be, and to try and hold back as much as possible when it came to being judgemental.

Brenda already knew what she had to do next; it had only taken these last few days for her to summon up the courage. And with that she made herself a cup of tea one evening and took it back to her bedroom, taking a sip here and there as she lay back on her bed with her laptop computer.

Brenda felt genuinely nervous as she began; not that she believed it was complicated but she'd never surfed the internet for porn before. Luckily, Jackie had said that Brian liked to read stories, because she genuinely felt too uncomfortable to find look for anything visually graphic. Still, this all felt so surreal to Brenda as she hesitantly typed the words, "mother son erotica" into the search bar.

Brenda browsed at the titles of some the websites that popped up in her results. They all seemed to be free, with many of the stories submitted by readers. Finding one that seemed larger and better organized than the rest, she decided to begin looking at titles of stories. The first thing that surprised was how large the incest category was here, as it had by far the largest number of stories even though there were plenty more mainstream categories to choose from as well.

And with that, Brenda tepidly began browsing the titles and descriptions, looking for anything that clearly indicated the story was about a mother and her son. She started browsing over the first few stories that fit the bill, noticing a pattern developing quite quickly. None of them seemed even slightly plausible, with the characters not at all behaving like real people, much less like real mothers and sons. She had a hard believing that people liked reading stories like this, but they clearly found appeal with many as some of them had been rated very highly by the website's scoring system. Brenda would read about half of one before moving to another, because by then the plot of the story would be so absurd that she had a hard time believing that anyeone as discerning as Brian was would still be reading. Ironically, the sexual scenarios being described barely bothered her at all, since the characters were so unrealistic that it really didn't matter if the author decided to label them as "mother and son."

Brenda was just about to turn in for the night when she decided to try and read one more. It was much shorter than the average story, so she expected to get through it quickly before going to sleep. From the title and description it appeared to be about her a fortyish woman and her son on a plane.

"Oh my god, are you serious?" Brenda deadpanned. She found herself sarcastically predicting the story's plot, where an older woman and young man who could have just as easily be written as complete strangers rather than mother and son inexplicably decide to join the Mile High Club on this flight. And who knows, maybe a randy flight attendant would overhear them and decide to join in for good measure.

Brenda began reading the story, which had received a rather poor score from the website's voters, and the first thing she noticed was that it wasn't very written, at least when it came to things like spelling and grammar. No matter, all the stories were free to read and the people who wrote them weren't being paid, so Brenda didn't want to judge too harshly in this regard, but this story was much more difficult to get through compared to the rest she had read today, and it was hard for her to entirely ignore that.

Something happened as Brenda read, however, that she could have not anticipated. The characters came across as oddly real, especially the mother. The story was told from her point of view, and was about her and her eighteen year old son trying to find a better life for themselves as they moved to a new city. She and her son spoke about their hopes and aspirations, using dialogue that seemed surprisingly natural and real, and before Brenda knew it she found herself empathizing with both of them, and with Cynthia, the mother, in particular.

Of course the story had to take some sort of dramatic turn, and sure enough their plane got caught in a terrible storm, bad enough that it was going to have to make an emergency landing. While the plot device may have been obviously cliché, Brenda felt too invested in the characters for it to bother her too much.

Panic now spread among the passengers as most of the power went out in the cabin, with only flickering backup lights left that made it difficult for anyone to see farther than a couple of feet. As with most of the story, details were sparse, but by this time Brenda had become so invested with the characters that she automatically began filling those gaps in with her own imagination.

Teary-eyed passengers began to say their goodbyes to their loved ones as they prepared for the worst, while others got ready in the crash landing position that they'd been instructed to assume. Cynthia and her son Jason also said their goodbyes to one another, and it was here that he lamented to his mother that he was going to die a virgin. His sadness and regret hit forcibly with Cynthia, and Brenda who became surprisingly emotional about it as well.

Brenda read the next paragraph, which had Cynthia cautiously looking around the cabin at the other passengers. The darkly lit cabin made it difficult to see them at all, and what she could see made it clear that they were too wrapped up in chaos of the situation to notice anything else going on around them. Brenda knew what was coming next, a story posted at a website like this could only continue on in one direction, but she still needed to pause for a few moments and take a deep breath before continuing. She hadn't expected this to happen, especially after the other stories she'd read tonight, but she genuinely cared about Cynthia and her plight. It was no-win situation for this woman, and as wrong as it was for her to be doing this Brenda couldn't help but admit that she completely understood.

Cynthia cautiously looked around the cabin one last time and then committed herself to action, deftly moving her hand into Jason's lap to undo the front of his trousers. Jason looked up at her, stunned, but his mother ignored him, keeping her eyes focused on her task. It took a few hectic moments for her get her hand inside and get his cock fully exposed, but that seemed to work in her favor as by the time she'd done so Jason had somehow managed to achieve a full erection, with his cock towering perfectly straight up from his waist. It was difficult to imagine him getting this aroused considering the situation they were in, but perhaps his youth and inexperience had allowed it to happen. In any event, he was ready. Cynthia still lacked the nerve to look him in the face, preferring to only think about what she was doing. And with that, she quickly got out of her seat and, sliding her panties aside underneath her dress, sat back onto Jason's lap facing forward.

In a matter of moments, Cynthia could feel it, Jason's cock penetrating her. His erection was fully inside her, reaching far deeper than she'd ever experienced in this position. She began grinding side to side, and before long could hear Jason's groans of ecstasy filling her ears. Cynthia tried to drown them out, but before long she was making similar noises. It was difficult to fathom, with certain death staring at her in the eye, but she could sense the wetness now streaming down to anoint the cock that was giving her these last moments of pleasure.

"Oh fuck," Cynthia groaned, as much to chastise herself for feeling this way as to release the sexual pressure building inside her. It had been so long since she'd had sex, and it was like her body was instinctively demanding that if this were indeed her last time then it was going to get the most of it. Cynthia raised herself above Jason's lap, with his cock still managing to stay an inch or two buried inside her, and then forcefully sat down again, completely impaling herself as she straddled his thighs.

"Oh, oh god yes," she heard Jason lustfully moan. She could feel it, Jason's hot cum filling her body, and realization of what had just happened snapped Cynthia out of the trance her body had put her in. She only had a matter of seconds left if she had any chance of getting back to her seat in time for the emergency landing. Luckily, the instinct of self-preservation won out over the other instincts that were pushing her to finish this to orgasm, and Cynthia managed to make it back just in time.

Brenda was fixated on reading more even though the hour was getting late. The story only had a few paragraphs left, and she was genuinely curious about what was going to happen next. A couple of hours had passed since the plane had landed, with only a few minor injuries to anyone on board, and the passengers were all staying in hotel rooms that the airline had arranged for them to spend the night.

The scene now focused on Cynthia, alone in her room late at night, wrestling with all her internal demons. Brenda truly felt for her, imagining how distraught she must be after not only going through such a traumatic ordeal but because of what had happened between her and Jason. Cynthia was overwrought with guilt; it was one thing to have sex with Jason as an act of mercy, but she had clearly had enjoyed it too. Cynthia's mind kept going back to those final moments on Jason's lap, where she managed to get into the best position possible to ride him. All she wanted was to cum at that moment; what had started out as an errand of mercy for her son had turned into a desire to satisfy her own needs, to use his body for her pleasure. Brenda couldn't even fathom the amount of turmoil Cynthia was going through, the amount of shame she was feeling, but once again she found herself empathizing with it.

The story mentioned that she and Jason had barely spoken a word to each other since the plane had landed, and Brenda, like Cynthia in the story, wondered what that could mean too. How much damage had been done to their relationship, and was there any way to fix it? Cynthia couldn't fall asleep with this burden hanging over her, and in an act of desperation went down the hall to speak to her son.

The story had one paragraph left, made up of only two sentences. Brenda was stunned when she read it.

Cynthia went to Jason's room, and the two held each other for a while as they cried. They spent the rest of the night making love.

It took a while for Brenda to digest what had happened, but after some time it began falling into place. Cynthia had gone to her son's room, and they lamented the part of their relationship that had been lost before embracing the new level of intimacy that had taken its place. Brenda doubted that it could really be that simple in real life, although she knew Jackie would certainly say otherwise. Brenda recounted her friend's personal story, with Jackie recounting her internal struggles as she tried to come to terms with her changing relationship with Kyle, how she'd felt like a weight had been lifted off her shoulders once she learned to reconcile herself with those feelings, and Jackie saying that she'd, "felt like a new woman" after being able to finally consummate those feelings as she and Kyle spent their first night together.

With that in mind, Brenda's thoughts went back to the story, filling in the gaps between those two last sentences that were so drastically different that it had been jarring for Brenda to read, and suddenly, it all became vivid for her. Brenda could picture Cynthia and Jason holding each other, watching their tears of sadness gradually give way to gentle touches and caresses, and ultimately ending with a soft but longing kiss. She could see both their hands, fingers trembling, move anxiously about as buttons and zippers frantically became undone, with their past relationship as mother and son now replaced with something that was as new and exciting even if it was frightening too. And finally, she imagined them both naked, looking like Adam and Eve as they walked hand in hand to the bed together. Their pain was finally gone, as was their shame; the slight but nervous smiles on their faces conveyed their feelings of excitement tinged with only the slightest bit of fear. Neither knew what the future had in store, but they could live with that. They would be facing it together, and that was all that mattered.

"Jesus Christ," Brenda said aloud in frustration. The sexual energy had been slowly building up in her ever since she's read those final lines, and now it was becoming too much for her to ignore. It was getting very late now and she knew she had to get to sleep, but that wasn't going to happen in her current state.

And so her fingers traveled down, her clit practically on fire as her hand began quickly rubbing circles around it. She tried to focus on her "go to" masturbatory thoughts, which typically involved being swept off her feet by some attractive celebrity, but it was almost as if her body was staging a revolt against her, allowing her to get close without ever reaching that magical plateau unless she finished with the fantasy that had started it all. And so Brenda allowed it to happen, images of Cynthia and Jason's beautiful naked bodies writhing together in bed as limbs twisted to and, hands and mouths passionately exploring, images of Jason's cock in Cynthia's mouth and his lips suckling on her breasts, and on and on as they continued in the delicate art of making love.