Mother Changed Her Mind
By
Promithius
One Saturday morning about eighteen months ago, whilst tidying up my son's bedroom, and collecting his laundry, I noticed he had left his computer on. Normally I wouldn't have taken much notice, but something caught my eye. The screen looked as though it was displaying a document, and when I looked more closely, there was a line of upper case letters which said. "COME AND FUCK ME". I couldn't believe it, so I carried on reading. The part of the document I read suggested that a son was seducing his mother. Curiosity got the better of me, resulting in me sitting at my son's desk and scrolling back to the beginning of the document. Not before checking the page number, and position of the last line of text being displayed on the screen, so that I could return the screen to its original position.
The document, which referred to the incestuous relationship between mother and son, was un-titled and without the authors name. It began with a mother tidying up her son's bedroom. According to the story, the forty three year old woman named Eva had been divorced for seven years. She was an extremely attractive natural blonde, with an hour glass figure, and magnificent breasts. The story's text didn't actually use the word breast, it used a more derogatory term. The woman's description fitted me exactly. Only my name, Laura, had been changed. I assumed Mark, my son, was writing the story using my description for his character.
The mother in the story, whilst tidying up her son bedroom opened his night stand drawer and discovered a manuscript, beneath which she found a box of condoms. I open the drawer in Mark's night stand, half expecting to find a manuscript, but there wasn't one, there was however, a box of condoms. Mark at that point was twenty two and had just finished college. I always knew he was a careful and responsible person and obviously had been practicing safe sex with his lady friends at college. I opened the box expecting to find some of its contents missing. But it was full, and when I counted them they were all there.
Suddenly my legs began to tremble, they felt weak as if they were unable to support me. Sitting on the side of Mark's bed I was trying to understand why I was experiencing such feelings and why Mark would be writing incestuous stories. What was he thinking? Mark had obviously forgotten to turn his PC off. But had he? He knew I would be tidying up his room and collecting his clothes from the laundry basket. So had he left his PC on, with his story deliberately displayed on the screen, expecting me to read it? If I turn his PC off then he will know I've seen the story, not necessarily read it though. If I leave his PC on, he can't be sure whether I've seen the story or not.
I moved back to sit at his desk and continued to read the story. Much to my surprise Mark wrote himself into the story. It was only when he described himself, and kept his same name that I realized that my son was having sexual thoughts and lusting after Eva, his fictitious mother. As I continued to read, I wondered if his sexual feelings and fantasies were directed towards me, and was he transferring his feelings for me, into his story. I was really upset, in fact disgusted that he could even think about having sexual relations with me. The mother character in Mark's story also realized that her son had sexual feelings towards her, but unlike me, at some time in the past, she had openly admitted to her son, that she was lonely, having been without male companionship for so long.
Over the following month, the mother in the story couldn't get it off her mind that her son was physically attracted to her. The fact that he, a man, lusted after her body only increased her loneliness, causing her to become sexually frustrated. At night she began to caress her own body, fantasizing that a stranger had broken in, and crept into bed with her, with every intention of using her body to satisfy himself. Over time her fantasy changed whereby she was no longer visited by the stranger, but instead visited by her son, who lies beside her kissing and caressing her body. Her fantasy develops that her son begins to undress her, slipping the shoulder straps of her silk nightgown down her arms before forcefully removing her nightgown, allowing him to caress and kiss her naked body.
The story took a turn, when on the morning of her birthday her son came down stairs carrying a bunch of flowers and a card. She watched as he placed both on the table in front of where she sat to eat breakfast. Wandering over to where Eva was preparing breakfast, put his arms around her waist, pulled her close and kissed her on the neck, after which he wished her happy birthday. Eva was surprised because her son was not normally that affectionate. She knew he loved her, in a motherly sort of way, but kissing was just not his thing, not with her anyway. She thanked him for the flowers and card and kissed him back, quickly on the lips. To celebrate her birthday he asked her out, having reserved a table for Saturday night at a local restaurant.
Saturday night when she was finally ready to leave, her son complemented her on her outfit, although secretly he would have preferred her to look a little younger, wearing something more modern and revealing. Arm in arm he escorted her to his car, opened the door then waited until she was settled before assisting her with the seat belt, ensuring the back of his hand brushed across her breasts. When Mark had settled himself in the driver's seat he reach across to check that his mother's door was closed, at the same time pressing his arm against her breasts.
After their meal they sat there talking and listening to the music as a small band played for the few dancers on the small dance floor. Eva asked Mark to dance, Mark declined making the excuse that he couldn't dance. Eva begged him, stating that it was her birthday they were celebrating, Mark relented, stood up and held his hand out for Eva to take. As they danced more people crowded on the floor causing couples to be pushed closer together. Eva thought she could feel Mark becoming aroused and confirmed the fact by rubbing up against him. She could see that Mark was embarrassed but she just smiled at him and maintained her closeness to him.
When they arrived home Mark followed his mother up the stairs, before entering her bedroom Eva kissed her son on the lips, thanked him for a wonderful evening, before quickly disappearing into her room. Lying In bed Eva thought about her son and the evening, especially the part on the dance floor when he became aroused. She especially enjoyed the part where they danced close and rubbing up against him to prove to herself that he had an erection. The way her son reacted as they danced together only confirmed Eva's thoughts that her son was sexually attracted to her.
As I continued to read, the story starts to become more erotic, because up until that point everything was supposition, but now the fictitious Eva begins to pleasure herself whilst thinking about her son. With one hand she starts to caress and squeeze her breast and sometimes her nipple. With the other hand she slowly pulls her nightgown up to waist level then slips her hand down between her legs. The story became very explicit at this point. Eva gradually slips two fingers inside her body to pleasure herself. She reaches a point where she is so aroused she screams "COME AND FUCK ME" just before she orgasms.
