This is a story about incest between a mother and her young adult son. If that's not your cup of tea, please seek enjoyment elsewhere. There are stories for all kinds of tastes on this site. Please feel free to leave constructive criticism. I love your comments about true stories that are similar to this fictitious tale. All characters are older than 18 years of age.
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Part I.
Jack lifted his coffee cup to his mouth as he was staring at his
Advanced Calculus
text book. He had been home-schooled for K-12 and was a bit worried about heading off to Fairbanks for university in a few short weeks so he had started reviewing calculus. He was pondering what property the set of real numbers possesses that makes it possible to prove that a continuous function on [0,1] always attains a maximum, while this is not true for the rational numbers. He immediately regretted it. "Yuck!"
His mother, Neva, who was washing dishes at the sink asked, "What?"
"Oh. My coffee got cold while I was thinking." He looked up at his mother. She was still in her sleeping shirt, which was an old grey Henley that ended several inches below her wide, shapely hips. Her full butt filled out the shirt nicely and shook slightly from side-to-side as she scrubbed the skillet from this morning's breakfast. He could make out the lines of her panties running along the tops of her buns under the shirt and imagined what she might look like without the shirt. Her narrow waist and athletic legs accented her full womanly curves. She was wearing thick wool socks that ended about halfway up her smooth calves.
"Hold on a minute," she said as she dried her hands on a dishtowel. She picked up the coffee pot and walked to the kitchen table where Jack was studying. Neva's heavy breasts swayed and her large nipples poked the old fabric of the shirt. Jack noted with pride that his mother was perfect. Well, at least he thought she was. At 36-years-old, her breasts didn't appear to have any sag in them based on the location of her nipples. He imagined what they looked like when she was naked. When she bent over to pour fresh coffee in his cup the Henley, which wasn't buttoned, opened at the neck and he got a nice view of her ample cleavage. "How's that?" He looked up from her cleavage into her face and saw her smiling at him.
"How's what?" he asked, hoping that she had not noticed him staring at her tits.
"Do you need anything other than coffee?" she asked. She had noticed him staring at her chest. In fact, recently she had noticed that quite often he was staring at her chest...or butt. She'd also noticed that typically he had a bulge in his pants while staring at her. At first she had found it a bit disconcerting, but soon realized that given that there was not another woman within 50 miles of their homestead, he really had no other women to look at. Neva and his father, John, had moved to Alaska shortly after they had been married mainly to escape her asshole father. Neva had been pregnant when she and John had gotten married straight out of high school, so Jack had never known what it was like to live with television, the internet, and because he was homeschooled, girls.
"Thanks, Mom." Neva returned the coffee to the stove and started drying dishes. He quickly adjusted his semi-erect penis and returned to his studies.
Part II.
John was propped up on a pillow in bed reading the latest edition of
North American Hunter
magazine while Neva washed her face in their bathroom.
"John, how old were you when you started masturbating?"
John looked over the top of the magazine at the open door to the bathroom.
What the fuck?
he thought to himself. "That's a random question!"
Neva peered into the bedroom wearing only red panties. She had her hair pulled up and held out of her face by a hairband and her face was covered with cleansing cream. As she applied the cream her breasts wobbled back and forth banging against one another. "Yeah. I guess it is."
"Let's see," he said. "I guess I was around eleven. That was a long time ago. Maybe twelve."
"Really?" She looked back into their bedroom. "Eleven years old? How did you figure out how to do it at that age?"
"Oh, that's easy. I had a friend named Mark... Mark... something. I can't remember his last name. Mark had a brother who was a lot older than us, like maybe five or six years older than us. I think he was probably in high school when we were in elementary school. If I recall, Mark was a year in front of me. Anyway, he told Mark how to do it and Mark told me. In retrospect, we got a lot of misinformation but the basics were sound."
Neva walked into the bedroom wearing the Henley shirt and slid under the comforter next to John. He looked over at her and asked, "Why in the world did you want to know that?"
Neva sighed. "I don't know." She nervously ran her hand over the comforter. "I guess I'm just worried about Jack."
"Ah," John said, and returned to reading his magazine.
She put her hand on the magazine and pushed it back down onto his chest. "I'm serious." She bit her lip and then asked, "I think he's probably still a virgin, don't you?" She didn't wait for John to reply. "Do you think Jack knows how to masturbate?"
John's eyes went wide. "I have no idea and I'm not about to ask him!" He was mortified and was smiling nervously. She was not smiling, and looked concerned. Seeing this he said, "He's smart and eighteen. I'd be willing to bet he's figured it out."
"I don't know," she said. "We don't have internet and he was rarely around kids his own age." She looked over at John. "I think you should talk to him."
"I don' think so."
"Why?"
"Really? Why?" He was no longer smiling and worry lines furrowed his brow. "Neva, baby, think about how this conversation would go. 'Jack, are you a virgin? Yeah, well, do you have any idea how to jerk off? No? Let me show you.'" John was making the international jerking off a dick motion with his hand. "He'd probably wonder off into the woods and never come home."
Neva gave John a wan smile. "Yeah, I guess you're right." She paused and then said, "It's just that he's going off to UA-Fairbanks soon and...he's a virgin...and..." She trailed off.
"You know, kids figured out how to masturbate before there was an internet? I figured it out. You figured it out." John lifted the magazine from his chest and started reading. "He'll be fine. Lot's of guys go to college a virgin." Neva took the novel from her nightstand and removed her bookmark. She stared at the page, but she wasn't reading.
Part III.
The first cabin John had built for the newlywed couple 19 years previous was rudimentary to say the least. The cabin was one large room with a sleeping loft. They had no running water, no electricity, a wood burning stove for heat and an outhouse for when nature called. After Jack was born, Neva insisted on running water and indoor plumbing, so John had a well drilled, and built them an indoor bathroom. However, he also built an outdoor shower complete with a flush toilet and a septic system. That small one-room shack was replaced years ago with a nice log cabin, but one of the things the couple loved from those rustic times was the outdoor shower. The new house had two full bathrooms upstairs and a half bathroom downstairs, but the family still used the outdoor shower when the Alaska weather allowed for it.
Neva awoke with the first rays of sun streaming in through the east facing window of the bedroom. It was mid-August and they were finally starting to have some darkness at night. She stretched her arms above her shoulders and moaned, twisting and stretching. She rolled over and saw that John had left for work. She hadn't even heard John start his truck. As a logger, his summer days were very long. He couldn't log in the Alaska winter, so he made as much money in the summer as he could to see them through the entire year. She heard the door to Jack's bedroom open. Obviously, the sun had awoken him as well.
"Good morning, Jack," she called out as she saw his shadow cross the gap underneath her bedroom door.
"Good morning, Mom," he returned through the door.
After a couple of seconds the bedroom door opened and a very sleepy and bleary eyed young man walked in. "What are you doing up so early?" She patted the bed next to her.
He sat down heavily. "The sun woke me up." He rubbed his eyes with the backs of his fists. "Also, Mom, honestly, I'm worried about going off to college. I'm really not sleeping too well. I've never lived anywhere but here."
She stared at her only son who was now a young man. She reached out her left hand and placed it on his leg. "Yeah, I was worried about that. I haven't been sleeping very well either. But, I'm sure you'll adjust as soon as you make friends." She patted his leg. "Colleges are really good at taking a bunch of scared 18-year-olds and getting them to mingle and blend. You'll meet people who will be life-long friends."
"I guess so." He didn't look like he believed her. He looked down and saw her erect nipples under her sleeping shirt. He felt his cock start to chub up.
"Come on. Let's get going and I'll make us breakfast." Neva threw the comforter off of herself before she realized that her morning stretch had gathered the Henley up around her midsection. Both Neva and Jack looked down simultaneously to see that the little red panties that she had slept in were the only thing covering her vagina, and they had climbed up into her crack giving her one hell of a camel toe. She swung her legs off of the bed and stood up pulling the Henley over her bottom, but not before giving Jack a wonderful view of her full butt, which was only barely covered by the fabric of the panties. He began to get even more erect. She walked around the bed, her heavy breasts swaying under the fabric. Her swaying breasts were not helping Jack's condition one single bit.
Oh
shit, not now
, he thought to himself.
Neva was determined to play off her accidentally exposing herself to Jack, so she walked around the bed, grabbed him by both hands, and pulled him to his feet. "Come on, let's get goi..." She trailed off in mid-sentence when she saw his raging hard-on tenting the front of his pajamas. In the past, he'd been able to hide his bulge since he was typically sitting. She'd never seen the full extent of his erection. She looked up from his crotch into his eyes. She could tell he was embarrassed from the bright red tint of his cheeks. "Oh, shit," she said covering her mouth with her hand, "did I do that?" She pointed at his obvious boner.
"What?" he asked hoping that if he played dumb she might drop the subject.
"That," she said, pointing down at his crotch, her eyes fixed to the object of her attention.
He followed the imaginary line from the tip of her finger to his dick and was mortified to see the extent of the pup tent in his pajama bottoms. He was completely hard. "Yeah," he said, "I guess. Sorry."
