Hannah, a 39 year old single mother, was all geared up and ready for her nightly run. She'd changed out of her work clothes and into her leggings, sports bra, zip up hoody and running shoes. With her water bottle in one hand and her phone in the other, all she needed now were her keys.
"Where the fuck did I put them this time?" she cursed, frustrated with herself.
Her room looked like it had been struck by a small tornado, with pillows strewn about the floor, her laundry hamper had been knocked over, bedsheets thrown aside. She let out a loud sigh and collapsed back onto her bed, unable to think of a place she hadn't frantically searched.
"Ugh, I can't go running if I cant lock the house," Hannah groaned out loud.
Her mad dash around the house had half worn her out already and after a busy day at work she considered giving up on the idea of exercise tonight. Then a thought struck her. She'd given her son their spare set of keys!
She walked across the hall to Jason's room. Jason, Hannah's 19 year old son was, what she liked to jokingly call, a 'neat freak'. Everything had it's place and everything had it's order.
Hannah had raised Jason on her own since birth after his father decided that being a dad wasn't 'his thing.' He disappeared from her life quickly after finding out she was pregnant and hadn't been seen since.
Opening his door, as expected, his room was immaculate. Bed made, floor hoovered, not a single thing was out of place. Hannah smiled to herself, both amazed and proud of her boy. She looked around his room for where he might keep their keys. On a hook? In a bowl? On his desk? She made her way gradually around the room, briefly checking for any signs of keys but with no luck.
"Hmm, maybe he took them with him today?" she thought.
Not wanting to mess up his neat bed, she plopped herself down onto his computer chair. Taking one final look on his desk before she gave up the search entirely, she bumped the computer mouse accidentally and his screen turned on. Something she would have ignored and left alone, had it not been for the website showing on the screen. Jason must have forgotten to close it, or clearly didn't expect his mother to go snooping in his room for any reason.
"Literotica. Erotic stories, categories & more," she read the website. Scrolling down the page, Hannah was curious to see what this was all about.
"Erotic Story Categories?" she read as she scrolled further. "Anal. BDSM. First Time. How To? Huh, they have instructions on here? Incest/Taboo? Wait, what the fuck?"
Curiosity got the better of her as she clicked on it, immediately faced with a list of new incest stories. She sat reading the titles of these stories along with the descriptions of them. Father's fucking daughter's. Sister's teasing their brother's. Mother's seducing their son's. Not daring to actually open any of the stories she decided she'd seen enough, feeling bad for snooping on her son's privacy like this. She went to close the website, moving the mouse to the top right of the page to click on that little X when she noticed what she assumed was his username.
"Jason has an account on this website?" she questioned herself.
Again her curiosity won the battle and she clicked on his username and she was presented with a handful of stories, all seemingly part of the Incest/Taboo category.
"Did he write these?" she wondered. Not knowing why else those stories would be on his account.
Hannah clicked on the top story, described as a love story between a single mother and her son. Although the names were changed, she instantly knew from the descriptions given, these two characters were based on her and Jason.
She took a few moments coming to terms with the fact her son might have written sexual stories about her. And not just her, but both of them, together!
She sat back in the chair feeling a mixture of emotions. Mostly she was curious to see what her son had written about her. She kept reading one paragraph at a time. This wasn't just a sex story of a son fucking his mother, this was a love story. Romantic and beautifully written. Hannah's heart was pounding in her chest by the time she finished reading it. Her whole body was tingling and her breathe was shaking.
"Wow," was all she could say.
Clicking back to his profile she selected another story to read. Again this one was about a single mother and her son, a pattern she kind of hoped would continue based on the first story. The names were changed once again but it was not only written about Jason and herself but it was inspired by their vacation the previous year and adapted into a well written sex story.
Hannah, feeling some hot flushes, had unzipped her hoody and her hands were brushing over her sports bra, pressing her palms into the hardened nipples beneath. Noticeably wet and more turned on than she could ever remember being, she squeezed her thighs together, trying to resist the urge to touch herself there.
Much like their vacation the year prior, the two had shared a hotel room. While they both had their own separate beds, in this story the hotel only had one bed available for the mother and son to share in which they'd gotten closer day by day, enjoying each others bodies and gradually increasing arousal which ultimately ended in the two making love. There was something so gentle and loving about these stories. Something in Hannah really connected with the words Jason had written. She was overcome with feelings and emotions she hadn't felt in a very long time. She wasn't sure if it was just because of their close relationship or the fact that she hadn't been with a man in such a long time. Either way, she knew she wanted to keep reading.
Hannah decided she'd best close down his computer and leave his bedroom, but not before opening his Literotica profile on her phone to continue reading his stories from her bed. The search for her keys had long been forgotten, her bedroom was an absolute state, but at that moment she didn't care.
Hannah kicked off her running shoes and threw all of her clothes next to the fallen laundry hamper, collapsing backwards onto her messed up bed. With her phone in her left hand and reaching into her nightstand for her dildo with her right.
She lay back completely naked with her legs spread, teasing the length of the dildo across her exposed and extremely wet vagina, slowly dragging those realistic veins across her clitoris. For the first time in her life, she thought of her son and wondered what his penis looked like now, what it might feel like to be teased by it, to be fucked by it, to have it cum inside her.
Hannah felt so bad and so naughty. To get this wet thinking about such things only excited her even more. It's like Jason had unexpectedly unlocked a kinky side of her she didn't know existed.
Her left hand trembled a little as she searched for his next story, her nerves were all over the place. She picked one he'd written about the son catching his mother masturbating, a fitting situation she smiled to herself as she read the story.
Her entire body was on fire with so many different feelings and emotions, she knew she was going to cum real soon and real hard.
Pushing the tip of her purple dildo between her moist lips, it easily slid inside of her. She loved the feeling of being filled up, having her cunt stretched around her toys was her favourite treat to herself. She tried to edge herself as long as she could, building up the speed and slowing down when she felt close, but trying to hold on proved futile.
