Summary:
This story involves a mother's desire for her son whose body is a constant temptation she must force herself to resist. This is until her son gets ideas of his own regarding what is proper between a mother and her son. Despite their love, she wants her son to find a girl and start a family. Mom learns the father of her son's girlfriend is quite a desirable man. Wedding bells for both couples lead to one traditional and one very nontraditional wedding. The uniting of these two couples establishes a new family dynamic full of passion and taboo sexual activity.
Disclaimer:
It is a story of conflicted emotions, incest, wife sharing and much more mixed together to form a hopefully erotic story that is entirely fictional. While this story is ridiculous fantasy on so many levels, it is offered simply for your reading enjoyment. AGAIN, this is fantasy and not meant to reflect reality or to condone this type of activity in real life.
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Chapter 1 -- My Son is a Temptation
I watched my son, Kyle, as he headed out the door to meet up with some of his friends. It is hard to believe I gave birth to him just over 20 years ago. I am very proud of the man he has become. I can't help but admire him and here recently that admiration was what had caused me the most concern. He had grown into a very handsome and masculine young man. As I watched him walk out the door I bothered me when I realized once again I was not looking at him as my son, but instead, as the very handsome and sexually desirable man he had become.
Now and then he had a habit of emerging from the hall bathroom wrapped in just a towel around his waist. Whenever this happened I had to get up and leave the room making an excuse I needed to get clothes out of the washer, or put dishes in the dishwasher. Anything to help remove me from the temptation and possibility of loosing control. I often found myself fantasizing about him and with just that towel wrapped around him I did not trust myself to act like a mother should.
I realize I should be ashamed of myself and I am. Despite my shame, I could not shake the images of my son that seemed to be occupying my thoughts with an increased frequency.
It had been a little over five years since my husband had walked out on Kyle and me. Apparently his new secretary, a very young and extremely attractive girl fulfilled his needs better than I had been able to accomplish. You would get no argument from me my husband had been a good father and good husband right up to that fateful day he came home and informed me he was moving out.
He told me it was not me, but rather he accepted responsibility saying the failure of our marriage was all his fault. I guess I should have been happy he was owning the blame, but it did not change the fact he was leaving. He even told me I was beautiful, a great mother and good wife. I don't know why he said it, but he even had the nerve to say I was great in bed, although those were not his exact words. As I remember it was more like "You have always been a great fuck, but..." I wanted to slap the shit out of him and I even took a swing at him. I would have connected with the side of his face had he not caught my arm in mid-air. He said he had found someone else who met his needs even better than I had been able to do.
I stood dumbstruck as I looked at him furious with my mouth hanging open. His abandonment of my son and me had been totally unexpected. Needless to say I was devastated. I tried to talk to him about it but he told me that he had said all he intended to say on the subject.
As you might expect, given the circumstances, the divorce was very nasty. After all the dust settled I came out okay financially, but emotionally I was a total wreck. My attorney saw to it that my son and I would be well taken care of into the foreseeable future, but the man I had fallen head over heals in love with in high school was no longer a part of my life. What made it even worse, the great father he had once been ended with all his attention now focused on the young bimbo he said fulfilled him better than me. The asshole now wanted nothing to do with our precious little boy.
Maybe this is a good place for me to back up a little and explain how we arrived at this point. I was the head cheerleader my Senior year in high school. I was happy and my life could not have been better. I was popular and dated several guys, but only one stole my heart like a thief in the night. I fell in love with the man whose cock would plant his seed in me and become my son's father my Senior year. My life started to crumble a few months after my eighteenth birthday. I was still single and it was then that I learned I was pregnant with Kyle.
Since pregnant cheerleaders are not an example the school board feels should be leading cheers in front of the parents, I was forced to resign from my Cheerleading squad. At the time being a Cheerleader was what I was. Being a cheerleader defined me and Cheerleading was my passion in life. Understandably so, my parents were not happy with the choices I had made. Despite their disappointment my mother stood by my side and gave me the emotional support I desperately needed to make it through this difficult time. I have always been a Daddy's Girl and even though he was disappointed Daddy was always there for me whenever I needed his support and love.
To his credit, my boyfriend, and the father of my child, stuck by me. We were married a few weeks after graduation in a small ceremony. I gave birth to a beautiful baby boy three months later. We named him Kyle and he was absolutely the most beautiful baby in the world; at least that is how I saw him. He was a perfect baby. My husband's parents helped us financially in order for my husband to be able to continue on to college and earn his degree in Engineering. As one would expect, those first few years were not easy, but my husband was a hard worker and with the love and support from both sets of parents we managed to survive.
My husband often referred to me as his trophy wife. I liked that he was proud of me and thought I was pretty. I have never had any difficulty turning a man's head, but my husband's affirmation was important to me. My mother told me several times my looks was the problem. She told me many times I was too pretty for my own good. I have always gotten a thrill knowing men think I am pretty. Despite the attention my looks generated, my husband was my only love and even though there were ample opportunities to do so, I never cheated on him.
My girlfriends did not approve of him calling me his trophy wife, but I told them it didn't bother me. They said it was condescending and I should not encourage him to refer to me in that manner. I explained I never encouraged him, but they insisted by not objecting, I was encouraging the behavior. I considered their comments as being the product of jealousy, and chose to ignore them. I knew I had a man who loved me and that was all that was important.
I was always at my husband's side for social events and functions at his office. Several times he told me, in his office a wife was essential for anyone on the rise, and if she was pretty she was an asset. His hard work resulted in him being offered the opportunity to manage a branch office of his firm.
Oftentimes I would go into his office to see him or meet him for lunch. He seemed to enjoy when I would surprise him and let him take me to lunch. His employees were always very friendly, at least until a couple months before he came home, packed his bags and told me he had found someone else.
You see, my husband had hired a new secretary and I liked her a lot. She was 12 years younger than me and very pretty. I should have known trouble was brewing, but in my eyes our marriage was solid. At least that is what I thought, so in my mind I had no reason to be jealous. I teased him asking him how much value her looks added to her overall worth when he evaluated her resume. It was no secret to me how much value he attached to a woman's physical appearance. In my naive mind I saw her looks as an asset to him and the company, never imagining I was now in competition with her for my husband.
Looking back I can see where shortly after he hired her I noticed when I visited his office, the employees who had always been friendly would make every attempt to avoid me. They would turn away as they saw me approaching, or try to avoid me in other ways, whenever they saw me. When I did happen to corner one of them and have a conversation they would try to cut short our conversation, every time. I asked my husband about this sudden change in behavior and he dismissed it as pressure that had been dumped on them as a result of some very lucrative new contracts the firm had received. I was stupid and never connected the dots of the secretary's arrival to the sudden change in attitudes. Much too late I learned everyone in the office was fully aware of my husband's affair with his new secretary. As they say, the little wife is the last to know.
Kyle, our son, was given the opportunity to decide with which parent he wanted to live. I was very happy when he chose to live with me. This was the best thing that could have happened to me at that low point in my life. It seemed this was the only thing in my life that had gone right. Kyle made it clear he wanted nothing to do with his father and his father made no attempt to mend any bridges he had burnt. I admit I was very bitter about what had happened, but his father seemed more interested in his job and his new girlfriend than he was in building a lasting bond with his son.
Kyle was a jock in high school. He played on the football team and I could always be found in the stands at every single one of his games. Whether at home or away I was there cheering my son and his team on to victory. My pride in my son was not missed by other mothers who laughed and said I was the team's biggest fan. I loved watching their games and cheering them on, what I did not like were the other player's fathers who were persistent in their efforts to get into my panties. As one of the 'pretty girls' all my life, I was accustomed to this kind of behavior from men and was pretty good at handling it. Once these fathers learned I was divorced they were like a bunch of sharks circling looking for any opportunity. What bothered me even more were the wives who saw me as a threat after the divorce became public. I didn't want their men, but those I had been good friends with put up walls to keep me away. Even though I could handle the advances of their men, I was there to see my son play, not to be preyed upon and have to deflect the advances made by these men. The single guys I expected this behavior from, but most of the men I had to fight off were those who were married to my so called friends.
