'If' - possibly one of the saddest words in the English language, in some contexts, especially when combined with 'only'. In others? Well, read on ...
If the party hadn't broken up early because the restaurant had a kitchen fire accident and we were asked to leave before we'd finished our meal -- but at least we weren't charged! - then I wouldn't have been on my way home a good two hours before I'd said I'd be back.
If the gas main in the next but one street to ours hadn't broken, so that the cab couldn't get into our street, I wouldn't have asked the cab driver to drop me where we were, "as I live just around the corner."
If the emergency vehicles weren't blocking the way, I wouldn't have let myself in by the back gate, and if I hadn't let myself in the back gate, I wouldn't have found out about Rob's secret desires.
Rob? He's my son. Robert Patterson Kincaid, just coming up to twenty years old, an even six feet tall, and home for the summer after completing his first year of college. I'd told him not to expect me home until about midnight and it was only just coming up to ten, which was probably why he was watching the porn film on our big-screen TV rather than on the PC in his room, or on his laptop.
After I let myself in through the back door to our house, I'd realized that the house was in almost total darkness, except for the low-wattage lamp we usually left burning in the hallway, and the blue, flickering glow from the TV.
About to call out, I heard voices and thought, 'he might have a girlfriend with him', so I tiptoed to the living-room door to check. No, Rob was alone. Not only alone, but naked, naked and masturbating, and I could see that he looked to have plenty of what might satisfy a horny woman, sending a pulse of heat through me, concentrated in the area of my pussy! A quick glance at the screen showed a naked woman skilfully fellating an equally naked young man. When she lifted her head I realized she was an older woman, looking to be near my own age, early forties. She smiled at the young man, licked her lips and then her head went down again, and I felt another pulse of heat through me.
"Yes, Mom, suck my cock!" With a shock I realized that as well as the actor's it was Rob's voice I was hearing! Shit! MILF porn, but not only that, mother-and-son-incest MILF porn! I eased back, my mind whirling, feeling my body heat up even more, heat still centered in my pussy area. What to do? Not confront him, not yet, because that would only embarrass us both, and I wasn't ready for that. Ah, yes! I let myself quietly back out of the house and took out my cell phone. Rob answered on the third ring, and I stifled a probably hysterical giggle at the thought of me interrupting his self-stimulation.
"Hi, Mom, what's up? You want a ride?"
'Yes, on your cock!' I thought, startling myself. Aloud, I said, "No, sweetie. I'll be home in about ten minutes, there was a fire in the restaurant kitchen and we were asked to leave, so I decided to just come home. Some of the others wanted to check out the clubs but I'd rather be at home. See you soon."
"Okay, Mom, see you soon."
I smiled to myself at the vision in my mind's eye, let myself back out of the gate, locking it behind me, and made my way slowly to the front of the house, waiting out of sight for five minutes, and then passing the time of day with a neighbor, Mrs Elton, out as usual, walking her dogs. I glanced at my watch. Nine minutes gone, time to appear.
Rob must have heard my key in the lock because he was waiting in the hallway for me when I opened the door. Tee-shirt and shorts, barefoot. He hugged me, and kissed my cheek, his usual greeting.
"I didn't see a cab, Mom?"
"No, there's a gas leak a couple of streets away, and the road was blocked, so I walked from there."
"Okay. Um, bummer about the restaurant, huh?"
I laughed. "At least we'd all but finished the main course, and we weren't charged, so there's a bright side."
"You always did see the bright side of things, Mom, it's time you had some good karma."
"Yeah, right. You had supper?"
"Certainly did, Mom, did myself a burger with some mushrooms."
"Well, since we didn't get around to dessert in the restaurant, I'm going to have some of that apple pie I made, with some ice cream. How about you?"
"Sounds great, Mom, I'll have some as well."
It was the work of moments to set us out two dishes of apple pie and ice cream and we sat in contented quiet as we wolfed it down. Rob takes after me, we both love apple pie and ice cream. I studied him covertly as we ate, wondering. Wondering about his apparent incestuous desire for me. I needed to talk about it with someone. Well, that wasn't a problem, because my best friend Karen only lived two doors away with her son Ken, a good friend of Rob's, and Karen had not only a very practical mind, but she was also a good listener. Not only that, but we'd discussed sexual themes, including mother-son incest, the way only two women who trust each other implicitly can. Okay, that was for tomorrow, but I had a question for Rob first.
"Rob?"
"Yes, Mom?"
"It's your birthday next week, so what would you like?" I phrased the next part of the question carefully. "Any desperate needs or secret desires?" I laughed to suggest I was joking but Rob's open face turned serious. He stood and gestured towards the door.
"Just going to get something from my room, Mom, something I want to show you, okay?"
"Okay."
He gave me a quick smile and hurried out, returning in moments with a folded paper in his hand. He held it out to me.
"Read this, Mom, and promise not to get mad."
Curious, I held my hand out and took the paper. I opened it up and then gasped. A flier for the nude beach at Hay Cove.
"You want to go to the nude beach? You're an adult, honey, I can't stop you. I wouldn't try to in any case, you know that."
"I know Mom, but read the flier more closely, read what it says about National Nude Day."
I looked at the flier again, then realized what Rob was getting at. Free admission for family groups on National Nude Day, July 14, which just happened to be Rob's twentieth birthday. I arched my eyebrows in mute query, and Rob gestured at the flier.
"Free entry for family groups, Mom, for me and you, we're a family."
"Let me get this straight. You want me to go with you to Hay Cove, where we'll get in free, as your birthday present?" I was surprised at how steady my voice was, because I was more than slightly startled.
"Yes."
"Why?"
Rob looked away for a moment, then back at me, heat in his cheeks. "Forgive me for this, Mom, but I really would love to see you naked, and if we're among others at a nude beach it will be less awkward for us."
A shock went through me at his words, closely followed by a flash of what I suspect was pure terror, but then my sense of humor kicked in. "Well, it's certainly an inexpensive birthday present," I said, laughing. I studied him, thinking hard. "You want to see me naked, do you?"
"Yes, I do."
"Any particular reason? Apart from the obvious male curiosity?" Devious bitch, you know why!
"Because I love you, you're a beautiful woman -- you are, so don't pretend otherwise -- and I want to spend time naked with you. I just thought that it would be less awkward at Hay Cove, among other naked people."
"That was thoughtful of you, but why naked? It's not proper for a young man to see his mother unclad." So why am I thinking that I want him to see me that way?
"Except at a nude beach! It's normal there, and lots of families are nudists, young guys like me often see their mothers naked, so it's not unusual." He grimaced. "Well, will you?"
I took a deep breath, wondering at myself, but I knew I was going to agree. "Yes, I will. We'll take a picnic basket, spend at least a couple of hours there, okay?" I gestured vaguely. "There are probably all kinds of Freudian reasons I shouldn't do it, but for some weird reason, it appeals to me. Now, what do you really want for your birthday?" Your Mom in your bed, perhaps?
"Mom, if you go with me to Hay Cove, I will be one happy son. I think I have everything else I need," he said, fighting what I was sure would be a wide grin.
I laughed. "Well, if anything else comes to mind, let me know. For now, I think I'll head for bed. I'm tired." Yeah, and I need to think.
Sleep was a long time in coming that night, and I fell asleep still wondering, still wondering about how I felt when I'd heard Rob say, "Yes, Mom, suck my cock!" Try as I might, I couldn't rid myself of the notion that my primal reaction had been 'yes'!
I'm a widow, and the insurance money that came our way after my husband's death in a helicopter accident supported me, and Rob, quite comfortably. However, I need to do something and a couple of days each week I worked as a part-time cashier at our local electronics store. It gave me something to do, let me keep my social skills working and got me out of the house for a couple of days each week. It was the girls from work I'd been to the restaurant with. However, today was a free day and I telephoned Karen.
"Hi, Julie! What's up? Anything interesting?"
"Want a coffee? I need to talk."
"Be there in five. Unlock the gate, please."
"Already done. See ya."
Probably four minutes later there was a tap at the back door and Karen let herself in. Tank top and shorts, no bra, because I could see the thrust of her nipples against her top. She gave me her usual hug, took the cup of coffee I handed her, and followed me into the sitting room.
"So, Julie, what's the problem?"
"Rob."
"Rob? How come?"
So I told her about coming home and catching him masturbating, what he was watching, and what he'd said. She nodded and gave me a wry smile.
"So your son wants to fuck his mom. No surprise there, you're a tasty piece of ass, Julie Kincaid. Lots of guys his age are attracted to their moms and want to fuck them, and I wouldn't mind betting that quite a few of them succeed in getting them into bed. Question is, how do
you
feel about it? Do you
want
to fuck him?"
"I don't know, not really, but I just can't get the notion out of my head. But there's more."
"Tell!"
"I asked him what he wants for his birthday ... "
"And?"
" ... and he wants me to go with him to Hay Cove."