This story contains incest. All characters are over 18.
Left Chapter 3 open to a possible Chapter 4.
I write primarily for myself. I'm not very good but I hope you enjoy.
Lots of Love,
Casino
Lockdown Crisis-03:
The Accardis - Victoria, Carlo and Geno
Vic Gets a shock from a close Friend:
My name is Victoria but I like to be called Vic. That was the nickname my Dad gave me. He used to let me waitress at the poker games he hosted in his basement back in Jersey. I made a pretty penny working those card games. One night one of the younger patrons who didn't know any better tried to get fresh with me. My dad and his associates took care of the kid sending him to the hospital, no one ever got fresh with me again.
I was 18 when I met my future husband, Geno Accardi, at my Dad's poker games. He was kind, modest and respectful, not to mention gorgeous. His father was grooming him to take over his shipping business. He was a few years older than me but we fell in love fast and wanted to get married. He went to my father and respectfully asked for his permission to marry me. My Dad was overjoyed and we were married 3 months later. Nine months after we were married, Carlo was born and he was the love of my life. Despite the invasion of our son, Geno and I still had a wonderful sex life. We always made time for each other and he has been a generous lover. He always made sure his little Vic came as many times as I wanted. He never let me down.
Anyway, enough of the past.
Like everyone else, lockdowns were fucking horrible. My 19 year old son, Carlo, and I were stuck at home. Geno was trapped in Florence, Italy on business and wasn't sure when he'd be able to come home.
He was trying to work up a shipping deal with another sister company. I have no head for his business but it was important. I begged him not to go, but two days after he landed, lockdowns and travel restrictions hit the globe hard.
Carlo and I started off ok, but after a while it took a toll. Carlo was despondent. He missed his girlfriend and his friends. I know he tried hard as hell to facetime everyone and stay in touch but his efforts didn't help. He still had daily contact with his girlfriend but there was no remedy for in person contact, especially with how gorgeous she was. Hanging out was crucial for people his age, and my age as well.
He spent more and more of his time in his room. He would sit down for a meal and we'd engage in light conversation but he wouldn't ever make eye contact. He would go back up to his room seconds after the meal was over.
One night after dinner, I was able to get him to snuggle with me on the couch and watch Bosch on Amazon. It was one of his favorite shows and I knew he would watch it with me. I sat down and had him lay his head on my lap as we had done when he was younger. I pulled a blanket over us for extra coziness.
I noticed that he was inhaling deeply and his eyes had gone glassy. I ran my hands through his luxuriously wavy brown hair and asked, "Carlo, honey, are you alright?"
He broke his gaze and sat up quickly, "I'm sorry, mom." was all he said and he bolted from the room.
I waited for a while stunned, "Then I went to his room and knocked on his door, "Carlo? Are you ok? Please come out and talk to me."
"I don't think that's a good idea." was all he would say.
"Please, Carlo, Are you..."
He cut me off, "Please Mom, please. I need to be alone."
I said nothing and went to my bedroom. I cried, trying to be quiet. I didn't want my son to hear me and feel bad. I fell asleep and didn't wake until morning.
I couldn't get Carlo to come out of his room for breakfast or lunch. So, after another good cry, I started to fold laundry in my bedroom. I felt better when I was doing something. I looked out my window and saw my neighbor, Penny, sunbathing. God, she was gorgeous even though she was a few years older than me. She wore a tiny black string bikini and was sipping on a cocktail. Her daughter was gorgeous too, but her husband, like mine, was a fine specimen. It was unusual for her to be home at this time of the day. 'Her schedule at the hospital must've changed.' I thought to myself.
Then I had a thought, a horrible, rancid thought. If I could just have a quick fuck, I reasoned. It would clear my head and maybe, I could reason with my son better. Flawed as fuck logic but I wasn't thinking clearly. My fingers and vibrator were no longer cutting it. Sexy facetimes with my husband, while they were fun, didn't come close to cutting it either. I said 'fuck it' to myself. Worst thing she could do was giggle with me for a while and shoot me down. We had a really fun friendship and I wasn't worried about alienating her. If anything, being a doctor, she probably had a solution.
I left my room and walked down the stairs. I opened my patio door and made my way to the gate that separated our properties. She looked relaxed and was positively glowing, 'I need to know what she's been up to' I thought to myself. I waved to her, tentatively and she saw me. I motioned for her to come over and chat.
"What's up Vic?" She said with an easy relaxed smile, taking off her sunglasses to make better eye contact
I blushed furiously, "Uhhh, I don't know how to ask this but."
She smiled, "Come on Vic, we've been friends for years."
"I'm sorry to bother you with this but, I'm going crazy."
She smiled softly and surprised me with, "Vibrator not cutting it anymore?"
I blushed and looked at the ground, "With Geno stuck in Florence on business, I'm going fucking nuts. My son has shunned me and won't even speak to me. I'm isolated and at my wits end. I would never ask this, normally, but I need to clear my head. Can I... can I... borrow... your husband?" I was hopeful and ashamed at the same time.
Before She could respond, Charlotte came through the patio door searching for her. She had cum plastered on her tits, "Hey Mom?" She called out, looking for her, "Where'd you put that new bottle of lube? I want Dad to..." she stopped cold as she found her mother talking to me. Her eyes bugged out. "Oh FUCK! Sorry Mom." She ran back into the house, shutting the patio door quickly.