Lucy sat at the computer reading, engrossed in the document she had come across. Under normal circumstances, she may not have given it a second glance, but the name of the file had caught her attention. "My Mother, My Lover" sounded intriguing, and curiosity had got the better of her. It was a pdf file, hidden in plain sight amongst the other shortcuts on the desktop, so many that it now took her ages to search through them all to find the one she wanted and would have been quicker just to go straight to the program index. She had stumbled on it purely by accident while scrolling.
Her eyes had skipped past it and then returned as her brain processed its name, wondering what the document contained. Opened, it appeared to be a story and Lucy had started reading, momentarily forgetting what she had initially been about to do.
It had only taken her thirty minutes to complete the story which covered about twenty-five pages and at the end of it, she had felt breathless and if she had dared to admit it, slightly aroused. It had been about a mother and son, a daring story of love and incest, the sex scenes graphic in their descriptions. The story had been erotic, her body responding to the words and making her feel excited as she wondered how it had got there. Who had written it?
The computer she was using was a family one, mainly used by herself, but also occasionally used by her husband, son, and daughter. They each had their own laptops, but sometimes the kids, if they had large assignments to complete, would use this computer with its bigger screen to complete their work. She wondered who had put the file there, going through each member of her family in order. The likelihood of it being her husband was remote, it was only very occasionally that he would use it and then normally just to print out documents for his job as a college professor the following day.
Why her daughter would be writing a story about a mother and son didn't feel right to her, which only left one other person, her son Nathan. Was he the culprit she wondered, on an impulse, she checked her browsers history? It was clean, nothing at all suspicious.
Closing the file, she mostly forgot about it as she completed her work. A couple of weeks later she found a new story had replaced the old one. She had spotted it immediately, had been searching honestly for weeks, this time the file was named, "My Mother took Me."
The tale was very similar to the previous one she had read, this time though, it was the mother who had the hots for her son and, she had eventually enticed him into her bed. As she had on the first occasion, Lucy found herself aroused by the time she had finished reading it. She felt the need to go and masturbate, but with everyone at home, she knew that she would not get the opportunity.
She had been married twenty years and at first, her life had been perfect, but as she got older and her children grew, life had become mundane. Her husband seemed to have lost interest in her long ago, only occasionally that they made love, Lucy sometimes wondered if he was having an affair. Their love making was brief and she rarely if ever was able to orgasm before her husband finished. Nathan was nineteen, attending a different college than the one his father worked at. He'd made it plain from the beginning that he had no intention of going to a college where his father was a teacher and all the indignity and suspicion of bias that it would arouse. Katie was still at highschool in her final year and had just finished her finals, hoping that her grades would be good enough to join her brother at the same college.
Lucy was at a loss as to who was leaving these stories on the computer, the trouble was she was not diligent enough to notice the file before all of the rest of the family had used the machine. Over the next three weeks, she tried to note each time someone other than herself used the computer and tried to remember to check each day to see if the story had changed. The trouble was she was busy, working as a manager of a hotel, and often forgot to check before at least two of her family had been on it
She wasn't overly bothered, it was the type of thing that adolescents would read, she just couldn't understand why they were doing it on the home computer, and not on their laptops.
Several weeks had passed when she noticed another new file, "My Affair With My Mother." That morning she had the house to herself, she wasn't due in work until after lunch. Making herself a coffee, she settled back and read the tale, beginning to feel the normal sorts of arousal as the story unfolded.
When the mother opened her legs and granted her son permission to fuck her, Lucy's own hand had found its way between her own legs as she rubbed sensuously at her vagina through the material of her panties. When the story ended, her body was demanding a release as she glanced at the clock, noting she just had time as she rushed up to her bedroom, undressed and lay on her bed.
Lucy stroked herself, her eyes screwed shut as she enjoyed the pleasures she was eliciting. Unfortunately, the three stories she had read had all been about relationships between mothers and their sons and she quickly found it impossible to stop Nathan creeping into her thoughts. As she played with herself, she thought of his body, and the words of the story, inserting herself and Nathan into the stories.
She had no inclination to have sex with him, but with her body aroused as she slid several fingers in and out of her cunt, he kept slipping into her mind. Lucy pulled and twisted at her nipples, her hand massaging her breasts as her other hand moved to her clit, two fingers rubbing either side of it as she excited herself further. When she climaxed, he slipped into her thoughts again, her orgasm seemed so much more intense as sudden images of her son fucking, sliding his cock deep into her enveloped her brain, just as she was plunging her fingers deep into her dripping wetness. Driving her wildly over the edge, she came with a shriek, her body shaking wildly.
Afterwards, of course, she felt disgusted with herself, the thought of having sex with Nathan, it was crazy, depraved. It was those damned stories, she told herself, feeling annoyed at whoever was leaving them on the computer and not laying any blame on herself for reading them.
In a rush now, she cleaned up and dressed before going out to work. Why she had never thought to delete them the moment she found them on the desktop was a mystery to her.
Throughout the summer, she had no chance of checking who used the computer during the day, both her son and daughter having come home for their summer breaks. At regular intervals, a new story would appear, the old one, being strangely deleted. Lucy tried checking the history and recent files, trying to work out who the culprit was, her problem agonisingly was that the other three knew far more about computers than she did, and so whoever was leaving them there, knew enough to hide their actions from her efforts.
