** This is a work of fiction. It contains absolutely no truth -- even the bits that sound plausible. The characters in this story are not based on any real persons, nor is the story based on any real events. It's a story people, enjoy it for it is. **
** This story is about incest between a mother and her son -- both of whom are adults. If you don't like this subject matter, move along. **
"Are you angry with me?"
It was the first I'd heard from Sona in over two days. I hadn't been able to sleep the first night, my mind conjuring all sorts of fantasies, each one more erotic than the last; seductive images of Sona and her son, Mobeen, locked in a forbidden passionate embrace flashing through my mind.
I played back the fantasy she'd related to me about her imaginary threesome. I tried to remember what I could, adding my own personally twists and tweaks to suit my personal salacious tastes. Mobeen's English girlfriend, Karen, played less of a role in my version.
I was trembling when I answered the phone. It was completely unexpected and I'd been feeling edgy since Sunday.
"Listen, I'll call you back in 5 mins. I'm at home now. Give me 5 mins ok? Don't go anyway!" I stammered in a half whisper, conscious that my wife might overhear me.
There was a knowing laugh at the other end of line, she was mocking me. "OK, hurry up. Or I might decide I don't want to tell you what's been happening."
I heard what sounded like a cackle. She was laughing at my desperation, relishing the power it gave her over me. She knew my weakness. We perverts think alike, knowing full well how to tease and tantalise each other.
It didn't take me 5 minutes to shoot outside and climb into the car. If there was an award for 'get to the car in the quickest time', let's just say I'd be an Olympian medallist. I didn't even bother telling my wife I was going out. She'd look for me then leave me multiple missed calls. It was something I'd deal with when I got back.
For now, the single most important thing for me was to hear about Sona's escapades over the last couple of days. I was an addict like any other and I needed a fix of my particular form of narcotic.
The phone barely rang when I heard Sona's chirpy voice ring clearly through the line.
"Hiya!" She greeted, bright as the day.
"Hey!" I replied. "How're you doing? What's been happening? Listen I'm so sorry about that argument we had!!"
"Oh, pshhh! Don't worry about that. It's all forgiven. How can I hold that against you? I hadn't even thought about it till you just mentioned it."
I wish I could have said the same thing. My nights had been sleepless and my days listless. My stomach had been in knots, worrying if she would ever want to speak to me again. Though I knew my addiction to this woman was unhealthy, I failed at every attempt to push her out of my mind and out of my life.
There was a brief moment of silence on the line, both of us jittery with excitement, neither knowing how to start the conversation. She was bursting to tell me and I was anxious to hear. Entering into that exchange suddenly seemed difficult, how exactly does one talk about some casual incest?
"Sooooo, you gonna tell me what happened or do I have to reach through the phone and beat it out of you?" I asked, eager to have the details filled in.
Sona chuckled, delightfully. It was a good sign to hear her in high spirits.
"Oohhh nothing much. Been a boring few days, actually.... Oh, did I mention Mobeen came down for the holidays?" She said coolly, feigning disinterest to tease me further.
"GRRRR, don't mess me about Sona. I'm on fucking tenterhooks here! I feel like I'm gonna go mad, you know how badly I need this!!"
We both laughed together, two very dysfunctional people sharing our own perverted little jokes.
"OK, ok. Sorry I'm being such a teasing bitch, I know. It's not fair on you."
"Damn right! So you gonna tell me what happened or what? What the hell have you been doing since Sunday? Can I safely assume everything's cool with you? You and Mobeen ok?"
"We're fine babes!"
"Good...I guess...." I was pleased that everything had worked out, though rather unsatisfied with the brief answer. "So, that's it? Just 'fine'? Not 'FINE'?" I asked, trying to probe further.
Sona snickered. I sensed a cheeky grin stretching across her face. "Weeeeell, lets just say that you were right. And I was wrong. And Mobeen was VERY FINE."
My heart skipped a beat as my suspicions were realised. It would appear that Sona had been very busy with Mobeen!
"OH MY GOD!!!" I felt a twang in my crotch as blood rushed to my growing member. "You didn't!!"
"We DID!" She was grinning like a Cheshire cat. "Over and over. Here. There. Everywhere. All over the house. It's like we were on a mission! Fucking all over the place as if to prove to ourselves it was really real! Like this is our little universe and we can be together however we like all over it! God, it was fantastic!"
"I can't believe it!!" I bellowed into the phone, unable to contain myself.
"Believe it babes! And you remember that fantasy I told you? All the way back when? Remember? The one about me, him and Karen?"
I of course was rather well versed in how that fantasy went considering I'd re-imagined it so many times since then.
"That fantasy didn't do my boy any justice!" She added, breathlessly.
"What? How?" I was trembling with excitement as my cock ached against the confines of my jeans.
"He's a fucking stallion! That boy definitely has my sex drive! He's just relentless." Sona dropped to hushed tones as she whispered conspiratorially. "This one time, he just kept hammering me one hour straight! He was like a fucking steam engine! I had to beg him to stop!"
"I can't believe it! This is... fucking incredible! So you actually did it? You fucking little bitch!" Sona giggled as I threw playful profanities at her. "Shame on you young lady!"
