Sally had spent the last two weeks feeling awkward as she tried to catch a glance at her son's foot. A few weeks earlier she thought she had spotted him green nail polish on his toes. That coupled with the fact that she knew he kept some of her clothes in her room concerned her that she didn't know her son very well. But what was she to do? Ask if he was trans? Not if she didn't have just a bit more data. She loved Jack. She would love him if he was gay or trans or whatever.
Maybe she should ask Anne. Her sister had just spent a full week with Jack. Maybe she knew a bit more. But was that putting her in an awkward position? What if Jack did confide in her and then Anne had to choose between keeping a confidence and her sister?
So Sally waited and watched. And she never got the glimpse she felt like she needed. When Jack was gone for the day she explored his room again. She didn't find anything out of the ordinary from what she expected. Some women's clothes sure. But nothing that told her what his gender was or what his sexual orientation was. A half dozen or more times she tapped out a message to Anne. But never finalized it. Never hit send.
Maybe she would wait two more weeks when they were heading to her parents house again for their monthly visit.. Maybe she'd suggest they go swimming soon. That would help. Or she could just ask Anne. She thought about bugging his room. Of recording a few days and seeing if maybe that revealed an insight. But just the thought of that felt crazy.
Finally four days before going to her parents she decided the best plan. She fiddled with the lock to the bathroom. Shed just pop in when he was in the bathtub. He always soaked after track practice. She'd just come home early and "oops sorry baby I didn't know you were in here I'll be out quick sorry". That would be the solution. Was it a bit overbearing? Yeah probably. But she couldn't be a supportive mom if she wasn't a little overbearing sometimes.
Sally quietly crept into the house going through the front door instead of the garage. She walked on as soft a foot as possible to the bathroom. She put her ear to the door making sure she heard something that indicated Jack was in the bath. She heard the soft splashes of water in a very rhythmic pattern. She listened a bit more and heard him moan, but she couldn't make out what he said.
The thought quickly went through her mind "oh my god. He's masturbating. Maybe I shouldn't go in now. I can do this tomorrow."
She kept listening though. Completely unsure what to do. Then he moaned again and this time she heard it clearly. Mommy. Jack was masturbating to her. On the one hand it confirmed her boy wasn't gay. It didn't dispel the trans notion. But on the other it was so wildly inappropriate and yet oddly flattering. Sally was a fairly typical early forties mom. She had nice but not amazing legs a good ass that she worked to keep toned. A bit of a tummy from carrying a child and large full E cup fits that were the only true gift motherhood had given her. She couldn't have imagined a man would touch himself to her. She really couldn't imagine her son would.
As she thought about Jack in the tub touching himself thinking about her, thinking about some vile act involving her, she thought about the frequency with which he had seen her naked. When he was a mid teenager and she had shoulder surgery he saw her daily when helped her get dressed. He saw her large full tits and her full thick bush. She also wondered what he looked like. She hadn't seen him naked in years. She tried to push the thought away but couldn't.
Sally took a breath and pushed in. Jack was in the tub easy for her to view his long hard cock was in his hand. Sally paused in awe for a minute. Jack tried to cover himself up but even with two hands around himself his cock head was still visible.
"Oh Jack I'm sorry" and like that Sally backed out.
She noisily went down the hall and then quietly came back to the door. The rhythmic sounds of her sons Hand going up and down himself and into the water had resumed. She heard him grunt and then a lot of water movement and then the shower turned on. Sally went back to her room and a thousand thoughts went through her head. First was just how big Jack was. Second was how nothing in any parent book prepares you to hear your son orgasming moments after moaning mom. Third was that she needed to talk to Anne about all of this. Her little sister was her best friend and her confidant and the only person she felt like she could talk to about her son's predilection.
Sally texted Anne to see if Friday night after dinner they could go get a drink while everyone else played games. Anne of course agreed. What Sally didn't know was that Anne was glad to use this as cover to stay at their parents and enjoy sometime with Jack.
During dinner Anne randomly would send taunting and obscene messages to her nephew. He did a good job not blushing and of hiding his erection. After dinner Anne and Jack washed the dishes together and Anne slapped jack's ass hard enough to make him jump.
"I think tonight will be very demure for you. Unless your mom gets me drunk then I'll ravage you like a little slut" Anne whispered to him.
Jack grinned and shook his head. The mention of anything sexual from his aunt, especially in the same breath as mention of his mother was too much.
At drinks after Anne's jaw was pinched tight as Sally brought up what happened that week. It seemed that Jack's cat was almost entirely out of the bag. Anne warred internally about what to do. Finally she exhaled took out her phone and an earbud and made sure no one could see over Sally's shoulder.
"Watch this. And then I've got a lot to tell you." Anne said while bracing herself for an intense reaction.
Much like when Anne watched it herself the first time she watched Sally rewind certain scenes over and over again. Finally Sally finished, and let the tape go to the end. She started to take out the earbuds.
"Wait. There's more. There's a lot more. But I think the next one is maybe easier than me explaining all of it."
Anne played the second video from when Anne fucked Jack the first time. What amazed Anne the most is that the whole time she watched her sister there was never even the slightest flash of anger. By all accounts Sally kept calm about all of it. She watched the second video without any rewinds. Anne didn't know if that was good or bad.
"Annie...what the fuck?" Sally asked exasperated and shocked.
"I don't know really what to say. When I watched that first video I did what you did. I rewatched parts of it a bunch. And before I knew it I was wet and touching myself. Then I swore I wouldn't watch it again...but the next night I did. And then after and after and well it all just completely fucking snowballed on me."
Sally paused before asking the question she didn't want to know the answer to, "how many times have you..." her voice trailed off, she couldn't bring her self to say "fucked my son."
"Been with Jack?"
"Yeah. I think I'm okay with us saying it that way." Sally's comforting reply came.
"So there was the time you saw, and again the next morning. And then you know how he came and spent the week with me? A lot then. I'm not sure how many. I could count but it's more than a few."
Sally briefly left the table and came back with four shots. She put two in front of her sister and the pair quickly knocked back all of them.
"Is it fucked up that I'm turned on by all of this?" Sally asked.
Before Anne answered Sally held up a finger and went back to the bar. Returning now with six shots.
"I'm a lot more comfortable on this subject with the shots. Because I have so many questions."
Anne laughed and downed one before saying "if it's fucked up then at least I'm fucked up with you."
