Chapter 4
BAD MOM
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Deb
I have a part-time job. I certainly don't need the money, but I do need the value it gives me and the socialization.
I walked in the door a little after nine. Carl was splayed out on the big sectional, watching a movie.
"Hey Mom, just started. Wanna join me?"
He looked, well, delicious. Having Sam around and enjoying my sexual relationship with my brother, and possibly with my niece, has changed my outlook. I pulled myself up mentally. Take it easy, not everybody is interested and he is your son, it's different, very different than a brother.
"Let me get ready for bed, and I'll join you."
I showered quickly and, in just silk shorts and a tank, I went back out. I do this all the time, no big deal.
Carl, in just a loose pair of shorts, lay on the couch. I stopped myself from looking up the leg of those shorts. Some things are just too far. What my brother may be doing is his business, and he didn't raise Sam from birth. But...
Carl looks like his dad, Jack. I miss him so much, but having the support of my family, and now my brother as my lover, makes it okay. But my son, who looks like his dad at that age, is an issue. Up until Sam showed up, it was just a memory, ya know? He looks like Jack and all, but now, I look at everything differently.
Jack had a big cock. Long and fat with a big plum-like head. I could barely get it into my mouth, but I loved it. Dan is not nearly as big, even though he's above average, according to the internet.
I settled on the big sectional, an appropriate distance from Carl. I glanced at him, remembering the other day when his hug got a little close. I know he borrows my panties. I say nothing. I read a lot and I know this is not unusual, but now, after Dan, and after Sam, almost, I'm sitting here, glancing at my son, picturing him masturbating with my panties in his mouth. I shake my head to clear the vision. Too far, Deb.
"Somthin' wrong, Mom?" Carl, looking at me.
"No, baby, I'm fine. Just had a thought."
The movie was a low-budget spy flick with a predictable plot.
"That Sam is something else." Carl said.
My mind pictured her naked and masturbating, me wanting to do something I'd never done and wondering where that came from.
"She is a remarkable woman."
Carl had a leer on. I mean flat-out lust look. I'm not surprised, the women in this family all look like volleyball players and Sam is curvy and exotic.
"Yeah, remarkable, that's one word for her."
I laughed and punched his shoulder lightly, "You pig. That's your cousin."
Carl shrugged, "S'not like it doesn't happen."
Yeah, with your twin on top of you filling you with his forbidden cock; giving you sum after cum, yeah, it happens, but not here, not him.
"And how would you know that my worldly offspring?"
Carl was back watching the movie, "Internet, Mom. It's all out there."
I let the topic drop, steered the conversation to his college plans. His plan had changed. Now it's trade school. I agreed. Too many college kids with worthless degrees. Carl wants to be an electrician. I know this, you got a trade, you'll never starve. The community college has classes, with internships. I found it interesting that Ashley was talking about college closer to home, made me wonder.
The movie is over, it's after eleven. We got up, and Carl stood in front of me.
"Mom, I never say this enough, but I love you. You're the best mother ever."
I opened my arms and Carl hugged me. I was aware that my son was not getting an erection hugging his mother. A bit harsh, but that showed that his comment was genuine, and not a ploy to try and fondle me.
He felt good in my arms, like his dad. I lay my head on his shoulder, "Thank you. I try very hard to put you first. Having Uncle Dan to help makes it easy. I'm proud of you. I love you, Carl."
My son's hands, safely in the low part of my back, slid down just a little, touching the waistband of my shorts. He stopped.
We stood hugging in the near darkness of the living room. My arms around his shoulders, my mouth at his ear. I used to start this way with Jack. I'd whisper filthy things and press my body against his as I felt him get hard.
I could smell Carl. His scent. I had to stop, go to bed, masturbate. I disengaged.
"Thanks, Mom, that was real nice."
In a moment of weakness, I ran my fingers down his hairless chest, like I did with Jack, but with Jack, I didn't stop at his shorts. Carl just stared at me. Now I saw it, the growing bulge. My son had no underwear on. Time to go.
"Goodnight, Carl."
"G'night, Mom."
I lay naked in my bed. My vagina, wet and needy. I want to go sneak into my brother's house. That's a lie and I know it.
I get up, slip on a tee shirt that barely covers my ass. The room is dark, I don't bother with a light.
I step out of my room. The house is warm, almost enough to put on the AC. I walk the short hall. His door is partially open, I pause in front of it. I don't know what I'm doing, my mind is total conflict and tumult. I listen, nothing. My son is asleep.
I nudge the door open; his bed faces the door. The streetlight filtering through the blinds gives enough light. My breath catches.
Carl is naked on the bed, the sheets tossed off. He's fucking beautiful, like his father. I haven't seen my son naked since he was a tiny child. I bite my lip. I should leave, this isn't right, but I don't.
It's not that he's naked, which, I admit to myself, is beautiful, his penis is fully erect, standing up from his trimmed pubic hair. He's as big as his father. My hand moves between my open legs and my fingers find my hard clitoris.
I masturbate, standing, watching my son sleep with his big, hard, cock.
I step into his room, stand next to his bed. I am no longer thinking, I'm reacting. I gently get on his bed, he has a firm mattress, so my slight body hardly makes it move. My heart is pounding, I'm sweating, but I can't stop myself.
I swing my leg over my son's hips, settling over him, looking at his serene face as he sleeps, unaware.
I reach under me, take my son's erect cock in my small, shaking hand. Oh, it feels so good. Soft, but so hard underneath, the scent of his clean body fills my senses. My thighs against his hard muscular ones. Now, my erotic scent shares the air. So, wrong, but so exciting.
I feel the head of his penis at my entrance. I'm holding myself up, my legs are shaking. I gently move it back and forth, spreading my copious fluids on it, preparing, savoring the anticipation. He moans lightly, still fast asleep.
