*all characters above the age of 18
After arriving home, Eddie has made a beeline for his room and slammed door, quickly pulling off his jeans and opening his laptop. It had been a hard day at work in more ways than one. Eddie recently broken up with his girlfriend and now found himself lusting after every woman he saw. It had gotten so bad, Eddie had taken to masturbating at work during his lunch break, but that only curbed his need until he got home and could really let loose.
Furiously banging his keyboard, Eddie tried a variety of search terms, trying to capture the evening's mood. He had his fetishes, but cycling through them was part of the appeal and it helped him to get off when he found a video or a story that really matched what he was lusting after internally.
Begrudgingly, he caved to his own sexual instinct and typed in the words "mom son sex." Page after page of video appeared and scrolled through them, already tugging at his half-turgid cock. Eddie found the whole oedipal "every boy wants to bed his mother" trope to be cliche, but he also couldn't get it out of his head. He had masturbated to interracial, gangbangs, bondage, humiliation, everything he could find (legally) in various combinations and still incest was what always drew his attention most and got him excited. He tried cartoon porn and hentai, and still the hottest were always the ones with sex between family members. Hell, most of the better done cartoon erotica was incest anyway.
So Eddie picked a video and focused his attention back on his own shaft. Unfortunately, he was the only person paying it any attention lately. For all the dating apps and social media out in the wild, he just couldn't seem to land a date, much less the nasty sex he craved. Not helping things were his economic situation, and the source of his trepidation over continuing to feed his incest porn addiction:
Eddie had moved back in with his mother.
Eddie's mother, Jo, was fairly lenient about what he got up to under her roof. He paid her a modest sum every month as "rent" and their rooms where in separate parts of the house, so Eddie had the run of an entire floor to himself, but he wasn't exactly in a position to be laying pipe when he was minimum wage basement level.
His friends--male and female--tried to allay his concerns, telling him a lot of people were in his situation, but as he watched people he went to college and high school with start getting married, having kids, advance on career paths they wanted, Eddie couldn't help but feel a little unwanted and left behind.
Jo, for her part, was aware of her son's depression but unsure what to do about it. Her own marriage was on the rocks and her husband was never home, having moved to an apartment in a new city and presumably railing some new, younger woman every night with an assist from the little blue pill. They weren't divorced or even officially separated, but it was around the corner and Jo couldn't help but stress over her future. She was still working and had money of her own, plus the house, but she'd been off the dating scene for the length of her relationship to Eddie's father and wasn't the twig thin ingenue she once was. Examining her ass and thighs in the morning before getting dressed, she groaned at the thought of sausaging herself into something sexy and having to seduce another man just like her ex-husband for just a bit of companionship.
Jo's friends, much like Eddie's, did what they could to reassure her. "Thicc" as the term went, was back in, and it wasn't like she was truly limited to men her own age. Cougars had proliferated so far as sexual fetish, none of her circle had any doubts that Jo could land some young dick with only the most basic efforts of seduction on her part. She balked at the suggestion, but secretly the idea appealed to her deeply.
Unlike her husband, Jo had been faithful through their marriage--barring an incident involving a mutual female friend--and had only experienced one cock for decades. The thought of someone new, a younger lover she could mold and nurture with her own experience--was truly exciting. In a way, her role as a mother had trained her to teach and guide with firm affection.
This line of thought, unfortunately, brought her to a more taboo realization: her son, Eddie, was the exact age and body type she yearned for in a new lover. Eddie was no quarterback, but he kept himself reasonably fit, and his features had always favored her more than his father's, so there was a self-involved component too, the thought of fucking a younger, male version of herself.
She'd be loathe to ever admit it, but more than once her masturbation fantasies had veered towards her virile son between her legs, alternately eating her out and plowing her mature pussy, depending on her mood that night. It was bad, and Jo always had mixed feelings about the fantasy after, but it also always got her off harder than ever what little porn she indulged in.
In truth, Jo had something of a freak streak in her. Her marriage finally collapsing was strangely a sort of new opportunity. The idea of being a mother again was massively appealing to her. Part of that was of course the firsts of having a little baby in the house again, getting to hit all the milestones that Eddie had long since passed on his way to adulthood, but part of it was that Jo had never been hornier then when she was pregnant. Most women craved strange foods when they were with child, but she craved strange, usually violent sex. Her doctor had to actually finally order her to stop engaging in intercourse as she kept pushing her husband to fuck her whenever possible, even skirting past the point when sex became risky to the fetus. Eddie had been born without any problems, and he was the most beautiful thing that Jo had ever seen in her life, but her body cried out for the months of being a fat, cum-filled baby factory. She pleaded with her husband to give her another baby, and of course he acquiesced to the frequent sex and affection that came with it, but he left out the crucial detail that would irreparably damage their marriage: he got a secret vasectomy.
While he initially claimed that her pregnancy had been such an intense expierence that he wasn't sure he wanted to repeat, and assured her that he could get it reversed later if they decided it was a better time to have more kids, the truth slowly became apparent over the years. Ever before Eddie was born, while she was pregnant even, her husband had been philandering, the pregnancy a smokescreen to cover him laying pipe all over town. Embarrassed and ashamed, she withdrew into raising their child as her spouse drifted further away, eventually leaving her marooned in the quiet little suburban life she soon realized was choking her to death.
So it was, two lonely people found themselves on opposite sides of the same house, each pleasuring themselves to the taboo thought of the other. Eddie had no idea his mother had any kind of attraction to him. For his part, the incest fetish was a hypothetical, the idea of incest itself was what excited him. That occasionally the faces of milf pornstars (with or without big silicon tits) were substituted for his own mother's was incidental. Faced with an actual chance at intimacy with her, Eddie had no idea if he could actually follow through.
Jo, on the other hand, knew she lusted after her own child, but she pushed the thought to the back of her mind in her everyday life. Even the thought of initiating a relationship was a step too far. As much as she hated to admit it, the only thing worse for her than crossing that line was the thought Eddie wouldn't embrace her, but reject her. For all the talk of cougars and even "mommy-son porn," Jo's self-esteem had taken a hit from her marriage dissolving and she doubted she could seduce anyone, much less her son.
Parent and child almost continued in this silent, unaware stalemate, but the universe had other plans.
"Hey, Eddie?" called Jo from the kitchen, "I'm going out."
It was days after they had unknowingly masturbated at the same time and Jo had had a change of heart. She was going to go on a date.
"Okay, cool," yelled Eddie back. He left his room and headed upstairs to the kitchen to talk to his mother before she left. What he saw stopped him in his tracks.
