Carol stood over the bed of her son as he slept. The same way she did once or even twice a week. Luke was looking more and more like a man with each passing year and she was finding it harder to see him as her son. It didn't help that she had had him when she was only seventeen. Luke had just turned eighteen a week ago and she was beginning to feel her midlife libido set in.
It was a fact that women hit their sexual peaks in their mid to late thirties. Carol couldn't help herself...she tried, so very hard to refuse her urges. But every available minute to herself was consumed with thoughts of sexual intercourse. It often drove her to look up videos which usually transformed into looking up videos of mother and son videos. This had grown into a strong fetish as weeks went by.
Carol stared down at her nearly adult son. His dark hair was sprayed over his face as he slept. The blankets had been pulled down to his waist and she wanted to run her fingers over his strong abdominal muscles and chest. She wanted to pull down the blankets and see what sort of monster her son had hidden between his legs. Luke was an athlete, a born athlete.
He worked out at the gym, ran on the track team and lifted with the weight lifters. His body was in peak physical condition. Carol had managed to keep her body toned. She certainly had softness to her but it was not pushy or overflowing. Carol bit the corner of her lip and walked away. She returned to her bed and tried drifting off to sleep. Her mind lingered in thoughts of sex, particularly sex with her son.
By the time morning came, Carol had gotten three hours of sleep and she woke up feeling groggy and horny. A terrible combination. She sauntered out of her bedroom and into the kitchen. On the counter was a note that read;
"will be home late after practice mom. Breakfast is in the fridge and coffee is in the brewer. Love you" with a small heart at the end.
Carol loved that about her son. He was thoughtful and caring and always helped her, even if it was just with the small things. She poured herself a cup of black coffee and walked to her room and picked up her phone. She scrolled through her phone and dialed out to one of her closest friends.
"Hey Kate, yeah it's me. Can you come over? Yeah I should be ready by then. Sure, see you soon."
She ended the call and started getting dressed. She showered, put on her most comfortable pair of sweat pants and a tank top and just as she poured herself a third cup of coffee the door opened and Kate walked in. Kate was her oldest friend. She had pale skin and red hair. Freckles covered her cheeks and jawline and they reddened whenever she blushed. "Morning Carol, you sounded a little nervous on the phone so I rushed over. What's up?"
Carol plopped onto the couch and drank deeply into her coffee.
"It's Luke." Carol said after awhile. Kate slid onto the couch and nodded.
"Still haven't told him yet?" Kate asked.
"How can I?" Carol asked. "He's my son."
"And?" Kate shrugged. "He's a man. With a great body and a cock. You are allowed to have feelings towards him."
"But...I keep waking up with these urges to act on those feelings. I don't want to, but at the same time I do." Carol groaned.
Kate moved closer to her friend and patted her in the leg.
"You remember when I told you I first started having feelings about my son right?" Kate asked.
Carol drank another gulp of her coffee and nodded.
"When I told him about my feelings he attacked me. I have never had such ferocious sex in my whole life than when I did with my son."
Kate blushed and her freckles darkened. Carol sank into her coffee as her inner thighs moistened with the thought of her son attacking her.
"I don't know-" Carol sighed.
"Quit being such a pansy Carol." Kate snapped. "If you want your son then get him. If you want to linger over him forever fantasizing about it then that's fine."
Carol wanted to say something snappy back but couldn't. Her friend was right.
"Does Luke keep any journals?" Kate asked.
Carol shrugged.
"It's his room, I don't go through his stuff." Carol said as she drank more coffee.
"So you'll stare at him while he sleeps but you won't go through his belongings? A strange fine line you have there." Kate chuckled.
Carol puffed out her cheeks like an angry puffer fish and sulked in her coffee.
"Fine. I'll go see." Kate said and marched across the three bedroom apartment and straight into Luke's room. His room was cleaner than she had anticipated. His clothes were folded and his bed was made and his belongings were organized properly. A moment later and Carol walked in. Kate started pulling out dresser drawers and rifling through them looking for notebooks or hard drives or something.
"What are you doing, stop this." Carol said. Kate kept on as though she had not heard her friend. Kate pulled open the folding closet door and pushed through his hanging clothes and there hidden in the corner of his closet behind his laundry basket was a black box. She pulled the lock box out and found the lock was not completely latched. She tugged it open and swung open the twelve by twelve box.
Carol watched a smile slide onto Kate's face and she just had to see why. Inside the box was a black and white college notebook. Underneath that were several pairs of Carol's lacy panties and thongs.
Several had thick white stains on the crotch. And under them were several sex toys that he had purchased with his own money from work. There was a set of metal and silicone anal plugs. An expensive vibrator, a small bullet vibrator and some cuffs.
"Your son is definitely into kink." Kate said as she opened the notebook and started reading random pages.
"May tenth. I had another dream about my mom. I was standing over her in my bedroom. She was on her knees begging for my cock. I stuffed it down her throat and started throat fucking her. I'm not even sure if it's possible to push seven inches down a throat. If my mom ever found out she would probably be disgusted."
Kate turned to a new page.
"March twentieth. I woke up and had this urge to cum all over my mom's face. I wanted to cum on her breasts and lips and eyes and cheeks. My urges are getting stronger. Masturbating isn't helping. I am cumming in her panties but it isn't enough."
Kate turned another page and found she was starting to get aroused.
"February fifteenth. I nearly did it. I stood outside my mom's room, naked and hard. At any time she could have woken up and saw me. I was so hard thinking about cumming all over her. She probably would've thrown me out of the house. Soon I'll be turning eighteen and it'll only be one more year until I'm able to move away or tell her the truth. If I can last that long without my mom finding out."
