'Finally!' I thought to myself.
I had just finished my last final exam for the college semester and it felt like a huge weight had been lifted off my shoulders. And as it just so happened, a small snow storm had rolled in later that morning, meaning that I would be stuck at home for the rest of the day. My dad was out of town on an important business trip, so it looked like me and my mom would have plenty of time together once again since both of our winter vacations had already begun.
I arrived home later that morning to the sight of my mother on her laptop. She sat on the floor using her laptop which rested on a table, right by the fireplace. She looked dignified and elegant the way her long brown hair was neatly tied in a ponytail with her glasses on. She was barefoot, still wearing her silk pajamas, and had a hot cup of coffee right next to her.
"Well you're home early," she said, turning her attention towards me.
"Yeah. I only had one final this morning."
"Oh, you're right. I've got a million things on my mind."
"So what are you up to?" I asked. "You look like you've got a nice set up over there."
"I'm just finishing up some work," she said, almost stammering at her words over such a simple question, as if she were hiding something.
"I've never seen a school teacher look so elegant and relaxed doing school work," I replied jokingly.
"Very funny."
She closed the top of her computer and stood up and walked towards me.
"By the way," my mother said. "I've already booked a flight for your grandmother to fly in next week for the holidays. Your father doesn't know about it yet and he hasn't seen her in a very long time since she moved back to Europe. So don't tell him about it when he calls tonight; I want it to be a surprise."
"That sounds great. I miss having her around."
A warm-hearted smile appeared on mom's face. "I'm glad you think so because she'll be sleeping over with us. How fun, right?"
***
Later that night. I turned off all the lights in the house and was headed to bed when I noticed my mother's computer was left unattended in her bedroom. Her door was slightly open, and I could hear her in the closed bathroom running the water faucet. My curiosity got the better of me as I saw her word processor open and decided to check it out for a moment.
My eyes roamed the screen as fast as I could to get an idea of what she was writing about, seeing words such as 'father,' 'daughter,' 'love,' 'kissing,' and 'sex.' The realization of what I was reading hit me like a ton of bricks; my mother was writing an INCEST story!
I felt shocked and confused. I couldn't believe that my conservative and respectable mother would ever write such a thing, or even think about anything like that in the first place.
"What do you think you're doing?"
I heard a voice say behind me.
When I quickly turned around, there was my mother, with a look of utter horror on her face as she saw that I had discovered her secret hobby.
"Mom... I was just..."
"I owe you an explanation for this," she said while trying her best to hold a brave face.
"You don't owe me anything," I replied. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have looked through your personal stuff."
"It's okay," she sighed. "We might as well talk about it now and get this over with. Let's go downstairs and I'll make us some hot chocolate."
She slipped on a robe over her pajamas and signaled for me to follow her.
***
I sat awkwardly by the kitchen counter watching my mom boil a small pot of milk while adding the chocolate mixture. She then poured the hot chocolate in two mugs and added marshmallows on top.
"Here, drink up," she said as she handed me a mug.
"I haven't had hot chocolate with marshmallows in a very long time," I happily pointed out.
She smiled, "I know. That's why I picked it up from the store the other day. But let's get to the point; I'm sure you must be surprised by what you saw on my computer."
"Well, it's not exactly common to find your mother writing a story about a father and daughter having sex with each other."
"I have an
incest
fantasy," she said bluntly, with a straight face. "There, I said it. You can stop wondering what that was all about now."
"An incest fantasy?"
She took a deep breath. "Yes. We all have fantasies, don't we? You're old enough to understand that. I'll admit that mine is just... different... different than most peoples."
I was immediately taken aback by my prudish mother's shocking admission. Hearing her say that she enjoyed fantasizing about incest was more surprising than taking a glimpse of what she wrote. She held a brave face, but it was clear that she had to muster up all the courage she could to do so, and that deep down she was really embarrassed over this.
"It's actually a lot more common than you think," I told her to make her feel better, but not admitting that I secretly had the same fantasy about her. "I mean, I definitely understand the appeal when you have two people in a taboo relationship together. You know, the whole 'forbidden' thing, while they're living together and are related."
"Well, I was hoping to avoid the details, but yes, that's the part that gets me. I've always been drawn to romance and the thought of two people having to overcome barriers to be with each other. And what embodies that more than incest?
That's
my intrigue with it, so please don't think of me as a perverted old lady, or some sexual deviant, or anything weird like that. I'm just a woman with feelings like anyone else."
"Mom, I would never think such a thing about you. You're the smartest and classiest woman I've ever met."
"Thank you for saying that... and for making this easy on me," she replied with a smile. "I'm glad you're so open about this."
"Of course. I try to be open about a lot of things."
Her eyebrows rose. "Thanks again. You're so much like your father. He adores my erotic writings, and I stayed up late tonight finishing up my latest story so that I could send it to him tomorrow. It's a great way for him to relieve stress while he's traveling, plus it spices up our love life- you'll understand one day when you get married."
"That makes perfect sense. So do you think I could read some of your stories?"
"Absolutely not," she firmly stated. "It's private and it wasn't meant for you. Look, us talking about this is one thing, but actually letting you read what I wrote is something else. So let's just enjoy our drinks and call it night."
***
When I got to my room soon after, I knew there was no way I could go to sleep after finding out such a revelation about my mother. I still needed to process all that information before bed, and so I decided to surf the net for a while.
Suddenly, I received an email from my mother, which read:
I didn't mean to be so harsh on you when you asked to read my stories. You're my son, and sometimes I see you just as my child, and not as a young man. You've showed a lot of maturity tonight and maybe I was a little unfair in the way that I talked to you at the end, especially since you were so understanding of me and spared me the humiliation. So, here they are, enjoy...
Below her message was an internet link, and when I clicked it, I was taken to a website with a listing of incest stories written by my mother. Just glancing at the story descriptions and titles, I saw that she had written everything ranging from father/daughter, to my (secret) favorite genre of mother/son.
But before I got started reading her erotic stories, I explored the website further and found that they had a forum. And it wasn't long before I found her profile with her own thread in the Amateur Pic section. My heart raced. I was possibly one click away from seeing my mother naked for the first time in my life, and that decision wasn't a hard decision to make.
I opened her thread and was greeted with picture after picture of mom's nude body, with her face blurred out of each image. She struck various poses around her bedroom and around the house. She looked slender and delicate, with a soft tone to her. Her upper body looked thin, with her ribs and collarbone visibly protruding, but her hips and thighs had its womanly curves to them. Her breasts were average sized and they sagged a bit, with light pink nipples on full display. And her pubic hairs were neatly trimmed.
I couldn't get over how gorgeous she looked nude. I couldn't believe that after all these years of living with her, and occasionally fantasizing about her, that I really had no idea just how beautiful she was underneath all her fancy clothes. And by glancing through some of the endless comments left on her thread, many people agreed as well.
After taking in the nude images on my mother's body, I turned my attention back to her incest stories. I lost track of time flipping through page after page of mom's beautifully crafted writings. Incest wasn't just about sex or taboo to her, it was also about love. She understood and conveyed the erotic nature of incest, whether it was a story of two sisters having a sexual relationship, or a mother/son duo sharing intimate moments together.
***
When I headed downstairs for breakfast the next morning, I saw my mother casually sitting in the dining room table reading a magazine, looking prim and proper as always. She was wearing a long silk blouse with a matching robe on. She had prepared a meal for me and it looked as though she had finished eating already.
