Author's Note:
The original Chapter Two was removed (rightly) because it could be inferred that David was under eighteen. This is a re-post that firmly establishes that although David is in his last year of high school he has attained adulthood. I'd like to thank the team at Literotica for being gracious enough to let me correct my error.
Chapter Two
Michele hardly spoke to her son for the next three weeks. She was ashamed and confused by what she had done and blamed David for it to a large extent. As far as she was concerned he had cajoled her into masturbating him.
"God! What about if he brags about it at school!" she said to herself, worried almost sick.
But she couldn't control her desires or her fantasies. She masturbated with her vibrator at least once a day and sometimes more often. She had kept the semen stained blouse and she held it to her face when she masturbated and she couldn't help but imagine that it was her son thrusting into her with that rampant weapon of his rather than the cold plastic vibrator.
They hardly ever touched each other and she tried not to be alone with him. If he came into a room she left it.
Whenever David tried to bring up what had happened she cut him off.
"It was a mistake... nothing bad happened... and it will never happen again in any case," she said.
"I don't want to talk about it David!" was all she had to say on the matter.
It was during this period that David installed the wireless video camera in his mother's bedroom. He did it one day while she was at work; hiding it between the piles of blankets stacked on the top of her wardrobe; the lens barely visible.
He had purchased the camera online and it was tiny; about the same shape and size as a tube of lipstick. He could activate it remotely from his cell phone or from his computer. The camera also had a motion detector in the lens and would sit idle unless the motion detector detected a presence in the room when it would activate after a three minute delay. When he programmed the camera David figured that's about how long it would take for his mother to begin undressing once she entered her bedroom.
Most of the time it recorded useless dark blurry images but sometimes he was rewarded with a strip show and occasionally his mother masturbated with the light on using the vibrator he knew she kept in her knicker drawer. When she masturbated with the light on she would look at pictures of young men in a magazine or put the satin blouse he had ejaculated into next to her face.
David felt unloved and betrayed. His mother seldom talked to him and avoided touching him. And he wanted her so bad. He plotted and schemed and eventually he came up with a plan. He put it into action one evening when she came home from work.
When she came home Michele could smell something delicious coming from the kitchen and she threw her jacket over the back of a chair and slumped exhausted on the couch. David sat down beside her and he saw her flinch. She pulled down the hem of her skirt covering her thighs.
"Mom we can't keep going on like this."
"I want to talk to you before we have dinner," David said.
"You made dinner for us?" Michele smiled wanly at her son.
"Yes; your favourite. Now I want to tell something but I don't want you to get mad," he replied.
"David I can't promise that. I don't know what you are going to say do I?" Michele said, frowning.
"You know what I mean. I want you to let me finish what I'm going to say before you get mad," David answered.
"I don't like the sound of this but go on," Michele said resignedly
"I know you don't want to talk about what we did but you have to listen to me," David said.
"David I..." Michele stuttered.
"Shut up and listen Mom!"
David had never raised his voice to his mother like this before and she was quite shocked.
"I've been to see the school counsellor," he said gravely.
Michele paled visibly.
"Don't worry, I haven't told him what happened between us; but I'm going to unless you start acting more loving towards me. You can't go on ignoring me and not touching me; it's torture," David sighed.
"David I just don't want to get you; how did you put it? 'Tense'," Michele replied.
"Well it's like this Mom; if you don't start behaving better I'm going to tell the school counsellor that you masturbated me; that I was an unwilling participant but because you were my mother I didn't stop you. I'm an adult. I'm eighteen and the counsellor will take that into account, but it's still incest," David couldn't help but smile.
"It won't make any difference what you say to defend yourself or if you deny it; you know how society feels about incest. Even if they believe that I was willing, you will still be judged to be guilty of incest with your own son and they might even tell the police," David said, callously.
Michele was visibly shaken; her worst fear had come true.
"David how can you be so cold!" she hissed.
"No mother; how can you be so cold!" he spat back.
"So here's the deal; you get that yummy ass of yours upstairs and get undressed and lie on the bed; then I'm coming up to massage you; and then we're having dinner. The massage will be a repayment for the one you gave me," David grinned.
"Here's the deal young man; if you ever refer to my backside that way again I'll smack you across the mouth; and I'm not doing anything like what you ask. Don't be ridiculous David; I'm your mother!" Michele snapped back, quite enraged.
"Ok Mom; wait a minute then; I have my counsellor's mobile number here in my cell-phone. She said I can call her any time I need to if I get any harmful feelings about myself. I feel the need to unburden myself," David smiled wickedly.
Michele slapped the cell-phone from her son's hand.
