Hello. Captain Obvious here. Ok, so if you look at the category this is posted in, it says very plainly the word INCEST. That should make you think that this story probably contains sexual content with family members. Furthermore, let's go back and review the title to this story. The title to this story contains both the words 'Sex' and 'Son'. Given that this is a website for erotic stories, most people with more brain cells than the average over ripe tomato would naturally assume that this story contains scenes of sexual activities between a parental unit and their male offspring. Those that have perused any of my other submissions would know that I generally do not write about male homosexuality, except in cases where I am trying to humiliate someone with poor moral and ethical characteristics. Either way, it is not the dominant part of the story. To clarify, just by knowing the category that this story is in and the story's title, it should be completely obvious that this story is about sexual relations between a mother and her son. I simply cannot make that any plainer. If this type of content offends you, you really should have stopped reading once you finished reading the title. Should you continue reading and be offended at the content, please feel free to comment at how you are offended. Your comment will help in the general welfare of the public by adding levity to this world. This is because everyone that reads your idiodic comment will be laughing at what a dumbass you are. You're welcome.
OK. Standard disclaimers. All persons in this story are over the age of 18. I self-edit, and that is not going to change no matter how may comments I get on it. I write what I like to write. If you think it should be different, feel free to write your own story how you want it to be.
For those of you still reading, enjoy.
Sex-Ed for my Son:
I smiled as I looked at the object that had recently been hidden on the shelf. Well, hidden might be too strong of a word for it. It obviously was not hidden well enough since I noticed something odd and then found it fairly easily. I couldn't be mad about it. Sure, other women would be, but it was more pathetic than evil. I had a quick debate in my mind about what to do. No, I couldn't just let it go. That would send the wrong message. I also decided that punishment was the wrong answer as well. That would just stifle his curiosity and embarrass him further. No, I needed to help bring him out of his shell, not push him farther into it. Besides, he was my baby boy. It was my responsibility to help him learn and foster an environment where he could open up and ask any questions that he might have. I made up my mind on my course of action.
Before I go any farther, I should probably give you some information about us. My name is Tammy Baker. I have one son, Aaron, who turned 18-years old last month. My boyfriend in high school knocked me up just before we graduated, then promptly moved to the other side of the country for college. He has never been back, and We haven't heard from him since. With him out of the picture, I put all of my energies into raising my son and going to college. My parents were obviously disappointed in me for getting pregnant at that point in my life, but they stepped up and helped my as I went to the local college and got my degree in Computer Science.
After getting my degree, I managed to land a good job in IT for a large company in my hometown. Mom babysat as I was working. She would also watch Aaron occasionally when I went out for the evening. I never had another real lasting relationship, but I did have some (discrete) sexual affairs over the years. Since I know that you will ask, yes, a few of them were with women as well. I was introduced to the intricacies of sapphic love by my lab partner during a late-night term paper writing session. It was early morning when we finished, and instead of going home, we broke out a bottle of wine to celebrate. We somehow ended up naked in her bed doing a 69. Two hours of more orgasms than I could count planted me firmly in the bisexual camp. I still enjoyed men, so I wasn't a full-on lesbian.
OK, about me. I'm 36-years old. I already told you that I gave birth to Aaron when I was 18-years old. I'm 5'6" tall, weigh about 115-pounds, and workout to keep myself looking good. I have a nice set of 36C boobs, flat tummy, and hips that flair out nicely. I also have a very nice tight rounded ass. My strawberry blonde hair is usually kept in a ponytail down to the middle of my shoulder blades. My eyes are blue, lips pouty, nose small and thin. I'm no super model, but I am very pretty.
Aaron is 5'11" tall. He inherited his sperm donor's black hair and brown eyes. He's rather thin at around 150-pounds. He is a very handsome boy. His main issue is that he is very shy. All through high school, he has been a nerd. He's very good with computers, science and math. He also isn't an athletic superstar. He's not really unathletic, but he isn't really good enough to start on any of the sports teams at his school. I'm almost positive that he's still a virgin. He's never gone out on a date, and never to any of the parties that his classmates have thrown. He has a couple of good friends, and he's stayed over at their houses (When their parents were home) playing video games most of the night.
What Aaron needed was confidence. I also didn't want him to think that there was anything that he couldn't have an open and honest conversation with me about. If he had questions, he should be able to ask me anything without fear. Besides, the obvious questions he had, based upon what I had just found, were questions that I was very well qualified to answer for him. With that, I picked up the device and strode out of the room to find him.
"Aaron, I need to talk to you for a bit." I said as I walked into the livingroom.
Aaron had his back to me as he was playing one of his video games on the big screen TV. He paused the game and turned to look at me. When his eyes found be, they went as big as dinner plates. He immediately turned a dark shade of red, then quickly turned his head away from me.
"MOM! You're naked!" He cried out.
"Yes, I am. That's kind of what I need to talk to you about." I answered.
OK. I had left a minor detail or two out earlier. You see, the device I found was a small spy camera. It was one of those little things that would record what the lens could see, and wirelessly transmit it to a receiving unit somewhere else in the house. It had been hidden on my shelf, so that it could capture most of my bedroom -- including my bed. I had just finished showering and then masturbating on my bed when I noticed that some things on that shelf had been moved around a bit. After cleaning off my vibrator, I went to investigate and found the hidden camera.
Yes, I know that most women would have been mortified and angry, but I saw this as normal teenage curiosity. This was a teaching moment, not a screaming moment. Yes, he needed to be taught that spying on women like that is wrong, but that could be done more effectively by fixing the root of the problem rather than punishing the symptom. If you don't cure the disease, the symptoms either keep returning or other symptoms come up -- usually worse symptoms the longer the disease goes unchecked. The root of the problem in this case was blatantly obvious and fairly easy to fix.
I walked over and stood between him and the TV. Yes, I was completely naked. I held out my hand and spoke to him.
"Aaron. I found this spy camera in my bedroom. I can only assume that it was you that put it there."
He kept his eyes on the floor. "I, I, I'm s, s, sorry." He mumbled.
