Hi all erotica fans and fellow Literotica members. Thank you for choosing my story, I hope you enjoy it. I'd love to hear your comments...let me know how much it turned you on. And be sure to follow me so you don't miss part 2.
Enjoy....Saige X
The house was spotlessly clean by the time Tyler had begun to stir, Brooke had been up with the birdsong. Housework was Brooke's thing whenever she was anxious, nervous or even if she just needed to think, her brain worked better immersed in mundane tasks. The house had never been cleaner or tidier over the last few months.
The second load of laundry was in, having already washed, dried and ironed the first. His bags were packed, double checked and lined up in the hallway ready for a 2 week fishing trip with his dad.
Brooke and Tom's marriage had been over for more than 2 years now, only legally were they bound. It wasn't the stresses and strains of divorce that he'd been plaguing Brooke's mind, she had settled that shortly after Tom's affair. No Tyler, her son, was the reason she was lunging headlong into a mental breakdown.
Actually that's not fair, he had done nothing wrong. It was Brooke's sexual appetite and immoral, incestuous lustings that were the cause of her chaos.
Tom had worked away, off-shore, one month home, one month away so Brooke was used to living, near on as a single parent. Anyway, when he was on-shore he was never really home. His time was always taken up fishing or hunting with the guys or tied up with work problems and screwing someone else as it turned out. Brooke had lived with the knowledge of his affair for a while, with the excuse that it was best for Tyler, which of course was true, but the real reason was it was her easy access to cock.
Brooke had always had an active sex life and a demanding, rampant sexual appetite. Many hours had been spent under the bleachers through high school and always had someone to do on a friday night. She didn't doubt that she could find many that would jump at the chance to get their dicks soaked in her cunt honey, but she didn't have the energy or the tolerance to jump back into the dating game.
Then one day it suddenly became apparent that none of the guys she could think of, at work, in town or anywhere else were a patch on what she saw at home...in her son. There wasn't a single incident that happened to cause her to lust after her own flesh and blood, to fantasize about the ultimate taboo.
It must have been a slow, gradual decline into depravity because Brooke struggled to remember exactly how it all started...it just did. She knew it was wrong but her loneliness had developed into a desperate need to be loved, a need for attention. She longed to be desired and lusted after and most of all...fucked.
She hadn't willed it or wanted it, but Tyler was pretty much the man in her life and he was the most rugged, masculine man she had ever seen. Impossibly good-looking, tall, athletically muscular. Seeing him dripping wet from the shower, semi naked sunbathing and things flopping around while shooting hoops had caused her nights to spiral into a world of unbridled fantasy, subconscious inventiveness she was unable to combat. Brooke would often wake up aroused and damp, she was rapidly losing her self-control and ashamedly, recently, sometimes her fingers had become slick in her slippery folds, thinking of her son. The remainder of those days were spent tearful, in desperate turmoil.
She stood against the kitchen counter weeping silently into the cuffs of her dressing gown, trying to dry up her seemingly never-ending well of tears before her son emerged. Brooke was at the end of her tether. She was not looking forward to the solitude of an empty house at the start of summer, however Brooke knew that time away from Tyler was for the best. She needed the respite and the opportunity to put this nonsense behind her...before things got out of hand.
By 7.30 Brooke was making breakfast, she muttered to herself standing at the stove, "Honestly, that boy and his showers...what the hell he does in there?" Brooke walked to the foot of the stairs. "Tyler. TYLER...hurry up in there!... breakfast is ready."
Brooke rolled her eyes as she heard a familiar knock at the back door, knowing it was Tom. She straightened her gown to ensure she was fully covered and there was nothing to gawp at, his privileges to that had long gone. Any attraction and arousal she used to feel toward him had now been replaced with an animosity that bordered on repulsion.
As Tom entered the kitchen she instantly felt his eyes looking over her thick, round ass, making her body shrink, even his voice made her cringe. "Morning," he said, followed by some other moans and grunts, Brooke didn't care to pay attention to. She let out a sigh as she returned to pushing eggs around in the pan. Tom proceeded to pour himself some coffee.
"Help yourself to coffee why don't you," Brooke sniped.
"Thanks."
"You will look after him on this trip, won't you Tom?"
"Of course I'll look out for him, Brooke. But I ain't gonna be pandering to him like you do"
"What's that supposed to mean? Just be nice to him, and encourage him. Remember he's only 20 and it's his first time away with you and the guys. And this is the last chance you have to spend time with him before he's back at college and you're due back in Dallas after the trip so_"
"Yeah, I know all that Brooke," Tom interrupted.
"I just don't want you two falling out, that's all."
The conversation ended when Tyler came bounding down the stairs, half-naked but in shorts and sneakers.
"Morning sweetheart, Tyler...you're not even near ready." She scanned over his chiseled torso, admiring his thick chest and tight abdominals as he jumped off the last few stairs, full of youthful vigor.
"Morning Mom...hey Dad." Brooke instinctively gripped Tyler's flexing tricep as he lent in to peck her on the cheek, her nipples stiffened and poked at the thin fabric of her gown. She turned away, hiding her body's reaction to his proximity. She quickly focused her attention on fixing his breakfast.
"Are you excited for your trip?" Brooke asked, trying to distract herself from her sick, perverted thoughts.
"Erhm...yeah. Thanks Mom," he said, as Brooke set her son's breakfast down in front of him.
"I was just saying to your dad, all your stuff is all packed and ready for you."
"Aww, thanks mom, you didn't need to do that."
"It's fine, you know how I like to look after you...and...I've put an extra pack of Snickers in there for you," Brooke answered with a smile and an adoring gaze.
Tom rolled his eyes "The boy's going fishing with the guys, not on a scout trip, Brooke!"
"Tut...yeah but, nothing wrong with a few treats, is there? You see, Tom, this is exactly wha__" she stopped herself from finishing her sentence, not wanting to get into that conversation in front of Tyler. She smoothed her hand over Tyler's shoulder with a reassuring squeeze. "Oh, I forgot your orange juice," she added.
"It's OK Mom, I can get it. You eat your breakfast."
