Thank you for the positive feedback and constructive criticism of this story. I read every comment that is sent my way and the DMs. This story has generated quite a bit of comment and I find that fascinating. My incest stories always seem to find an audience, and I am grateful.
The story continues with Jessica struggling to fight her desires. It's no small feat, I believe, to go from being a mother to a lover of your son. It should never be portrayed as a simple descent into incestuous affairs. And I am trying to do just that: slow it down. I also believe that when it happens, it's no small thing. It's an all-or-nothing type of event. Let me know how successful or unsuccessful you feel I am being.
I've also appreciated the plot ideas some people have posted. It thrills me when readers get into my stories so much they imagine where it can all possibly go. That's the magic of writing: you can go wherever you want. And do whatever you want. It's liberating and I find it so very satisfying. I encourage everyone to try their hand at writing. There's nothing better than a good tale, irrespective of what you think of your talent.
I've opted to finish this tale with this part. I like how it ends. Sorry to those readers who wanted more. I've added an epilogue to wrap up the story and provide some closure. The epilogue was the start of Part Three.
One quick thing: you may notice I have switched to American English in this story. Simply put: the story is Jessica's, and she's American. I haven't always done that, but this I wanted to.
You really should read Part One first. Or maybe just read the summary below and just dive in.
Please enjoy,
Love,
Lana Ocean
Canada
P.S. Sorry for the name mix ups in the original version of this part of the story. I have corrected them (all I hope!). My apologies for this. I know how painful it is to be bounced out of a story due to inconsistencies like this. I shouldn't have made their names so similar. The very first sentence had it wrong. Geesh. Please forgive me.
Summary of My Son My Conqueror, Part One
Jessica Smith is a forty-year-old divorced mother of twenty-year-old Desmond in Smalltown, USA. Their relationship is very close, until she starts to develop sexual desires for her son, which causes her significant emotional distress. She meets a woman in the market, and they quickly develop a mutual attraction. Jennifer Kimura, who had a sexual relationship with her widower father (who is now deceased), and Jessica bed each other and, at the end of Part One, her son has heard them and knows and seems to be supportive of his mother. His girlfriend, Leanne (Jessica's look-alike), feels the same way.
Chapter Four--There Has to Be a Morning After
"Out of your vulnerabilities will come your strengths."
Sigmund Freud.
When Jennifer and I emerged from my bedroom, we were washed and dressed. Jennifer wore her clothes from yesterday and I had on my running gear. I carried the remains of our breakfast to the kitchen and started to clean up. Desmond had cleaned up his mess, and the kitchen was spotless. Jennifer excused herself and I saw her head to the door leading down to the basement to the area my son and I called the Gaming Room.
"Jennifer, where are you going?" I called out to her retreating back.
She stopped, turned, and grinned at me. "I just want to have a talk with your son. Is that all right?"
I froze in place, my heart skipping a beat. "Why?"
"I want to thank him."
I watched her face. She smiled at me, and, after a moment of hesitation, I nodded.
She turned and disappeared around the corner. I heard her knock on the door frame leading down to the basement.
"Desmond? Can I talk to you?" she asked.
I waited to hear a reply, but instead I heard Jennifer go downstairs, closing the door behind her.
I stood there imagining all sorts of conversations. I was deeply worried Jennifer would try to stir things up between Desmond and me. I didn't want that, but I hadn't told her not to. I was content with how things were, and there was no way I was pursuing anything with my son.
The thought both repulsed and excited me.
I was already crossing lines with Desmond. For one, I was secretly recording him in his bedroom. That alone made me sick to my stomach. I was invading his privacy. Spying on him. I tried to imagine how I would feel if I found a camera in my bedroom. I would feel violated. Angry. Upset.
At that moment, I vowed I would remove the bear. Or the batteries and leave the bear. I had to leave the bear.
And then I remembered that on the teddy bear in Desmond's room was a video of Desmond, alone in his room adjacent to mine, listening to me and Jennifer pleasuring ourselves all night.
I had to know what he was doing in his room, while listening to us.
Masturbating
, I hoped.
Stroking himself. His hands sliding along his hard length. The head of his penis engorged and dark. His other hand cupping his testicles and teasing them. His pleasure building, hearing me scream in pleasure and then... eruption. His cum shooting hard into the air. Pleasure animating his face. His soft moans of pleasure while listening to his mother being pleasured on the other side of a thin wall.
I slapped the kitchen counter with both hands and pushed those thoughts away
. Dammit. Dammit. Dammit
. I hung my head in shame.
There was something wrong with me. Fundamentally wrong. No mother should have these feelings. Imagining all these dirty, depraved thoughts. I was scared. Scared of what I was feeling.
Then I remembered the look on his face before he left my bedroom this morning.
He had walked to my bedroom door and then had stopped and looked back at me. The expression on his face was easy to read. He had truly been happy for me. And I also saw the desire there. A woman can always tell. His eyes had looked into mine and I had seen his need. He wanted me. His mother.
I shuddered with pleasure and disgust. And my head still pounded from all the wine from last night. I had to go for a run. I had to escape. Suddenly, I wished Jennifer would leave. I wanted everything back to normal.
It's too late
, my inner voice whispered to me.
