This is my first attempt at publishing a mom & son incest story. I've taken some story time to set the background, so if you're looking for a quick wham bam then you're better looking elsewhere. Admittedly there's little dialogue in the first half but hopefully the second half will make up. I hope you enjoy it.
As ever, this is a work of total fiction. Names and events are strictly the product of my questionable imagination.
It was the last day of the final term. Exams over, the students of Raydale Academy were looking forward to their summer break. For Tom, a second year sixth-former, this was his final year. As often was the case, the powerful July sun made the classroom hot and stuffy. Not all the teaching staff would agree to windows being left open enough to cool the room and Miss Jenkins - also known as 'frosty knickers' by most of her pupils - was one of the old breed. Born and bred with Glaswegian blood in her, she suffered no fools. Granted, she was an excellent mathematician. She knew her subject thoroughly and had little time for anyone who did not share her passion for all things numerical.
There was little to do. Studies, exams, sports day, careers advice days, parents evenings were all complete. The only books they had on the last day were novels - paperbacks brought from home. Tom flicked idly through the pages of a Stephen King horror story. His mind wasn't on the book. Tom was a daydreamer, always had been. Despite being a model student and an all-round sports enthusiast, any free time, especially in a hot, stuffy classroom, he retreated into his own world.
Tom was a shy boy, though a popular one at school. From a tubby adolescent, his interest in sport had made him fit, and with a spurt in height combined with his mother's insistence of a healthy diet, he had grown into a tall handsome young man. His finely chiselled jaw, sparkling blue eyes and warm smile had made him popular with the girls. But Tom was shy. Always had been, despite his mom's best efforts to bring him out of his shell.
Mom had been great, even more so now that dad had gone. He had a sister, Lisa, barely 11 months younger than him, but Tom was the apple of mom's eye and could do no wrong. Lisa, although outgoing with boys always around her, just wasn't interested in studies or sports. Lisa was Lisa, an attractive brunette with a gorgeous figure. She was intent on living life to the full. OK, she did part time work and did occasional babysitting, but every penny earned was spent on Lisa, every moment of free time was Lisa-time.
There had been regular arguments between mom and dad. He gambled, drank far too much, had a liking for any pretty woman except his long suffering wife. They had parted for weeks on end, then completely just two years ago. The divorce was still going through. Tom became mom's rock; she depended on him a lot. And despite her husband's desire to seek other women, Kate was still very attractive, could still turn heads every time she walked down the street. Not quite as much a sports lover as her son, she still accompanied Tom occasionally when he went swimming at the town pool and, for as long as Tom could remember, mom always ferried him to the inter-school football games.
Although mom didn't really understand football tactics, she was always there to cheer the team and, with St. John Ambulance training and two courses of understanding basic sports injuries, she was always there to help and offer advice when clashes between rival teams became personal. In fact some of the guys, Tom felt, feigned injuries - not so much to fool the referee, but to seek help from mom's magic fingers.
The words on page 85 of 'Carrie' were merging together. Blurred sentences were becoming harder to read as the heat in the classroom, added to Tom's general boredom, meant he was drifting into another dream world of his own making. Tom was popular amongst the girls. There had been numerous dates, and even more numerous meetings in a quiet part of the sports fields surrounding the school. The school and the surrounding grounds had been donated by a rich benefactor - a local millionaire businessman - some years ago. Being shy, Tom rarely sought out girls. They sought out him, attracted by his physique, which was not always outwardly visible but very much on show in the changing rooms - not initially to the girls, but rumours get around. Although sometimes exaggerated during gossip, there was indeed much desire by the girls to know how much of the gossip was true. None of the few girls who had persuaded Tom to let them suck his cock, or just wank him off, had been disappointed.
Mom, of course, knew all along. Mothers do.
The warmth and unusual quietness made him sleepy. Frosty knickers stood no nonsense. Any talking usually resulted in one warning, then a visit to the head. Even during the final session of the school year, no-one dare challenge that. Tom's eyes closed. A vivid image of Tanya came into his head. She was fit. Large firm tits, an ass so gorgeously round, tight waist, long slim legs proudly displayed - her school skirt shortened to the absolute minimum she could get away with.
At 2.30pm, the bell rang for the final time as far as Tom was concerned. It brought him abruptly to reality. It seemed he'd only been asleep for a few moments, but the vision of Tanya was still vivid in his head. Like many dreams, the vision had been far from reality. A peep hole, a small piece of broken, missing frosted glass had come out of an outside window of the girls' sports changing room. It was too small to bother the caretaker into replacing the full pane but big enough for a spy hole. For an inquisitive boy, as tall as Tom, it was plenty big enough.
From the path, no-one could see the peep hole, which was just at head height and was obscured from the path by a large shrub. Some of the boys knew of it, as Jenkins the caretaker probably did. Creepy he was, and predisposed to having a leer at any passing bit of skirt. The pervy old devil probably had good reason why the glass wasn't repaired. The boys, of course, were in class when the girls had gym or sports, except after school hockey and tennis versus neighbouring schools. Sometimes it paid to hang around a while.
Taller than many of the boys, Tom had spied without having to stand on tiptoe. Numerous times in fact because curiosity wasn't affected by shyness, but only once was Tanya in his line of vision. She had stripped down to panties and sports bra before putting on her hockey gear. What an ass! Plump but not through being overweight, rounded to perfection. Even covered by simple cotton panties Tanya's ass was perfection.
Some girls seemed aware of the game and placed towels or small bags on the windowsill next to the hole. Frustration was part of the fun and any glimpse of flesh was even more welcome. Girls seemed less hung up about nudity. Differences, for example, in breast size and pubic hair seemed to be largely accepted, whereas any boy casting more than a glance at another boy's cock was automatically deemed gay. So, while hanging around outside the girls' changing room was sometimes pointless, at other times the rewards were great, and poking a pencil through the hole to dislodge a sweater was part of the game. But shy Tom wouldn't do that, would he?
The words
'school's out for summer'
rang in Tom's ears as the bell silenced. The daydreams, even short ones, had an effect on a certain part of his anatomy. He paused, several minutes, before joining the rest. He cleared the last of his belongings from his locker. An early finish for sixth formers meant the rush and push down the driveway to the school gates wasn't anywhere near as hectic as usual. Neither was the bus home. Usually, Tom made no effort to sit with any of the girls he knew but, if the bus was near full, it sometimes happened that he had no choice. Today was different. Tanya was alone.
Tom smiled, "Mind if I ...?"
"Sure." She moved the new pink and white Adidas sport bag on to her lap.
Tom felt less stressed than normal. He and mom had chatted last night, one of several since his 18th party a few months before. He was still shy. His father hadn't helped, constantly putting him down. But his father was gone. Mom had called in his room shortly before bedtime to have one of her little chats. Tom simply couldn't remember exactly what mom had said. Nor could he remember getting undressed or into bed. He did, however, remember how good and confident he felt just before she left him to go back downstairs. Sometime during the night he'd woken, embarrassed, rapidly cooling cum soaking his boxer shorts.
School rules were strict and girls were told that no more than one blouse button should be open. This didn't stop them from being opened once outside school grounds. Tanya, like many others Tom supposed, had three undone. Of course, he wasn't purposely looking when Tanya turned sideways to move her bag. Nor was he purposely looking before he sat down; at least that's what he told himself. But it only took a second to notice the depth of her cleavage. Deep and dark, because Tanya's breasts, her tits, her boobs, her milk jugs were simply divine, enhanced by the bra she was wearing. Her cleavage, a deep, gradually darkening, enchanting, seemingly bottomless cleft. At least that was Tom's considered opinion.
She couldn't have, wouldn't have noticed. No time. Just a quick glance and the image was stored in Tom's wank bank. Nicely tanned, smooth and, Tom imagined, with delicious nipples there to be sucked. Not from his own experience, oh no, not Tom. But he'd heard from others, seen similar breasts in the newsagents tit magazines. He wouldn't dare ask Tanya for a date. He would never see those tits himself, he was too shy. Tanya seemed to be looking out of the bus window. He helped himself to another peek ... awkwardly turning his head to admire them.
Looking now back towards him, Tom was surprised that Tanya started to chat away. She didn't know, couldn't know he'd taken a peek at the team just before that hockey match. After the match had finished would have been better as the hole was just opposite the showers. He'd heard that some of the team talked for a while in the showers, naked, totally uninhibited and unhurried, not pressed to get changed for the next lesson, letting the powerful, hot spray cleanse their skin and ease their aches. He'd seen Tanya in bra and pants though and that was enough to stimulate the wank bank inside his head.
