Incestuous Medicine
Day 1-Tuesday August 31
By Charlie Flemming
Copyright 2021 Charlie Flemming
Nancy
I guess I brought this on myself,
I thought as I felt my son's cum dripping down my face and falling on my exposed cleavage.
Wait, let me backup a bit.
Hi my name is Nancy. I'm a 37 year old single mother of three wonderful kids, though they're all 18 now because they're triplets and therefore the same age. Two daughters, Alice and Violet, and one son, Rob.
Now, Rob had been very sick for nearly a month at that time. We usually go on vacation in the summer but had been putting it off that year. But then Rob got sick and I sent them off on a two week vacation without him. I opted to stay behind and take care of my son.
Now, when it comes to sex... well... My husband died in a car accident shortly after I got pregnant. And I was so busy raising three kids by myself I didn't have sex again until 10 years later. And because of that one night stand I ended up ruining someone else's marriage. I didn't even know he had been married... Still, because of my indiscretion, I realized that sex only caused problems for me and I had all but somehow travel into my own body so I could physically murder my libido. I didn't crave sex, I didn't want sex, I didn't even masturbate. If it wasn't for the fact that I knew my sex drive had been very active before and was still in there waiting to come back from the dead, I would have proclaimed myself asexual and have been done with it.
Because I didn't think about sex all the time, I tended to gravitate towards outfits that were pretty conservative. I mean, I wasn't wearing period dresses that made sure everything below my neckline was covered up or something. But I also wasn't going out of my way to show off my body. Also, when I say I "gravitate" towards these outfits, I really mean that I specifically seeked them out to cover up any part of me that could be even remotely considered sexy.
Truthfully, I knew that I was attractive. I stayed in shape thanks to our pool and also Pam and I do yoga on the weekends. Oh, Pamela is my sister and lives next door with her daughter. She's more sexual than I am but she tries to cover that up around me and I pretend not to notice...
But, I knew I still had the body of a twenty year old. Perky, EE breasts, a firm ass, long legs, long straight brunette hair, and I was tall, the only one in the family that stood higher than me being my son. But none of that mattered because I did everything in my power to downplay my natural assets. There was really only one thing that I wore that didn't somehow degrade my femininity, and that was my silk robe. I only ever wore it after showering in the master shower just off my bedroom so I was the only one who would even see myself in such a way and I never wore it outside my bedroom or bathroom, not unless I was absolutely certain no one else was around.
My son had been really sick with no sign of his fever breaking until that day. He had spent the day before sleeping almost nonstop and I had to sit with him to make sure he ate the soup I made him. I didn't think he'd be awake enough to even notice what I was wearing anyway so I decided to keep the robe on throughout my morning routine. I walked into his room first thing and he was asleep like he usually was in the morning even when he wasn't sick. I noticed he had laundry scattered around the floor by his bed, not for the first time, but then I thought,
Rob would be very impressed if his room were clean when he was finally better,
and I bent my body at my hip to bend over and grab his laundry. I didn't think about my body facing him and that my loose fitting robe would hang open just as my large breasts hung down, giving my son a perfect view of my nearly-bare breasts if he were awake at all.
Of course, after I grabbed his laundry and stood up I thought I saw his eyes were open wide but on a second glance they were closed again and he pretended to be asleep. I realized he must have seen my breasts to be acting that way. Something I only just then even thought about.
Oh well,
I thought as I left the room,
That's what I get for not changing into something more appropriate while someone that is in the house.
But then I brushed off the event and didn't think about it again until later.
I took his laundry to the basement where our washer and dryer were. I started a load and then went back upstairs to get dressed for the day.
But as I passed my son's room, I heard Rob's voice through the door. He said something that made me think he needed help.
He said, "Mom!"
And that's when I walked into his room and began receiving a face full of my son's semen.
I guess I brought this on myself,
I thought because I knew it was a mistake to walk around in just my robe with Rob there. Of course, I didn't really connect that my son was masturbating because of me. That would have been too weird for me had I thought of it at that moment.
Rob
I was sick as a dog for almost three weeks. This was the first time during that period I actually started to feel normal again. Before then, it was like I was drifting through life in a fever-induced haze. I'd wake up, sometimes Mom would be there, sometimes it would be the middle of the night and I would be bathed in sweat, or the middle of the day and woken by nightmares caused by my high fever. But on that Tuesday morning, my fever finally broke and I woke up to the sounds of someone in my room.