"Did you want me to see you naked, too? Is that why you stood in the window, to show me your... your cock?"
I swallowed, kneeling there in front of my son. Looking up at his young body and seeing a man looking back at me. Seeing a man who lusted for me, wanted me, desired to strip me naked and do things to me that had not been done since his father was with us.
Excited was something I was feeling, and so very confused.
This was my son, Jacob, eighteen years old standing just a foot away from me while I knelt there almost ready for him to show me that thick length of flesh. I was silently begging for it, demanding that he disgorge himself into my mouth and throat. I wanted it more than I had wanted anything in the whole of my life, and I couldn't take it. Not yet.
Breathing hard, collecting myself in that moment, I finally looked up past the heavy lump within his pants to meet his eyes. The way they stared at me...
"Go... go back inside, baby." My voice was hoarse with the heaviness of lust pouring fire through my body.
I could see the disappointment in his eyes, see that he didn't want to go back inside. Jacob wanted his mommy, want me to worship him the way he worshipped me. It was just that I wasn't ready yet.
Slowly, though he took a step back. Then another. A quiet retreat allowing him to continue staring at me as long as possible.
Before he made it inside, I called out to him. "Jacob, baby, I'm going to go for a jog." Those words sealed my fate. Our routine, our ritual, was being established by my admission of how this started. I was letting him know that I wanted this taboo relationship, that I was allowing myself to become a willing, although silent, partner to our crime.
When Jacob nearly ran inside, I felt a fluttering excitement dance across the insides of my belly. It wasn't love, but something carnal and instinctual. A mother's desire to care for her baby, no matter the consequences. Seeing my little Jacob that happy made me just as ecstatic and I couldn't think of why I would ever want anything less than that.
Finally I rose up from the grass, brushing off my knees and feeling as if I were about to step into some other world. My turning point was behind me along a path I had taken a hundred times, transcending the usual mindlessness of it all into something beautifully wrong and deliciously sick.
My legs tingled as I turned, glancing only a moment at our front window and seeing Jacob there, still clothed but openly stroking himself through his pants. I was so very tempted to forget my jog and go inside, instead. Tempted to take my boy's cock into my body and let him feel what a mother's love and lust could really be. It was the worst feeling I had ever known to separate myself from him as I began that slow walk to the road, yet I wanted to do this for him. I wanted him to see that Mommy wasn't jogging for herself, but for him.
Hanging right to follow the sidewalk, I felt a wave of relief wash over me when I finally disappeared behind the trees and bushes. Glancing at the bushes though, it had made sense what I had heard only a few days ago.
He had been there, Jacob that is. Knelt in those very bushes as close to me as he could get. I remember hearing a low moan and the strange sound of something wet and fleshy. I thought it maybe some animals having a meal, predator and prey completing their natural cycle. Maybe I was right in a way and never quite admitted to myself just how complete the cycle was becoming.
I also knew just how wet I was at that moment, my thighs beginning to pump faster with the increase in my pace. My pussy was throbbing and tingling and sending me all the signals of hunger for that young shaft to be buried inside of it. I wanted it, too.
Farther down the street and my head wasn't clearing of the images that Jacob had indelibly left there. Seeing him naked in the front window sent goosebumps running over my body and my nipples had never been so hard.
Up ahead, I could see the end of our street at the intersection, knowing that normally I would continue across and onwards for several more minutes before making the return home. Today I couldn't stand to go that distance.
Before making it to the intersection, I was crossing the street, making the turn to come back home. My shoes slap-slapped against the pavement with my tireless rhythm and I could almost believe that it sounded like Jacob pounding himself into me. Every jogged step was another clarified image of his naked body above me. Every moment bringing with it the torrid imaginings of what his cock would feel like slamming into my cunt.
It was then that I realized just how far this had all gone. Thinking to myself with words like 'cunt' and 'cock'. I hadn't been that way before. I hadn't been a prude, but they weren't the kinds of words I used so readily.
Yet now, I could think of nothing more exciting to describe it, even in my own thoughts. I wanted my son's cock inside of my cunt.
Another minute and I saw the far corner of our house just beyond the trees. A few seconds later and I saw the windows. More importantly I saw Jacob, this time naked. His clothes were probably on the floor as he waited so patiently for me to make my return trip.
I nearly tripped when I saw that thick length in his young hands, only able to make out the contours of shapes from my distance. It was enough though to make me moan out to him despite his not being able to hear it.
I continued along the cul-de-sac, following the far sidewalk to make the long, circular path back to our home. Each second left me panting more from watching and knowing what he was doing than from the jog itself. Just being able to see him stroking himself left me breathless and I could only think of my baby boy. I could only think about how much I wanted to taste that young seed as it sprayed from his swollen tip. I even imagined what it would feel like, covering my tits and face in a filthy sheen of incestuous white across my skin.
What was happening to me?
'You want to get fucked' I heard my inner-voice say.
'No! He's my son!' I replied desperately.
'And that's why you want his cock.' She responded. She... myself. My own desire was telling me the truth and I still had the bravado to deny it. I still thought I had a choice against my own desires and that I could keep this all under control.
