Hannah woke that Sunday morning feeling like she'd just had the best sleep of her life. Part of her knew she should be feeling guilty or bad for what had happened last night, but she just didn't. She knew that she would need to talk to Jason and discuss what had happened between them, but for now she was enjoying laying naked under her satin bedsheets. She'd always loved how it felt on her body and she had no plans to end her lazy morning just yet.
She could feel her nipples harden as she lay there thinking of Jason's hand around her throat, telling her to cum for him. She'd never experienced anything even remotely kinky before in her life, having had no other sexual partners since falling pregnant and becoming a single mother.
Bringing her hands up to her chest, she began to gently massage and pull at her nipples. Remembering how Jason's hands felt cupping and groping them brought a smile to her face. Her daydreaming was unfortunately cut short due to a knock at her bedroom door. Taking a deep breathe, she called Jason in.
"Come in," she softly called out.
Jason pushed open the door but didn't take a step inside. He stood there looking at his mother, not saying a word. She'd never seen this look on him before. Nervous, anxious, scared perhaps. She knew she had to put a stop to that immediately.
"Come in sweetheart," she patted her bed next to her, indicating for him to sit there.
He stepped inside and joined Hannah on her bed, not looking her in the eye.
"You look worried darling, are you okay?" Hannah asked.
"Kind of. I thought you might be mad about, you know... last night," Jason told her, unsure if he should be apologising to her.
"You and I have always been very close. We've always been able to tell each other everything without any secrets or judgement, remember? That being said, I do have some questions. But I am definitely not mad I promise you that. Let's start with your stories, how long has that been going on?"
"Oh shit, you know about them? How? I thought I was always careful hiding that stuff," he said.
Wanting to make him feel at ease, Hannah took Jason's hand in hers and held it while they spoke.
"Last week, remember when I lost my keys? I looked everywhere for them before remembering I gave you our spare set. So I went into your bedroom to look for them. I figured they must be in a bowl or on your desk somewhere so I went looking briefly but I didn't find them. While I was looking on your desk I accidentally bumped your computer mouse and your screen turned on, brining up the Literotica page you probably forgot to close," she explained to him. "And that's how I accidentally found your account and your stories."
"Damn it, I must have been in a hurry and forgot to close it. I'm sorry mum. Wait, you didn't read any of them, did you?" he asked.
"I did. I was curious to see what you had written. A little bit of a shock to find out they were incestuous in nature, but that only made me more curious. I found your writing to be very beautiful and engaging. Though the names were different, I knew you were writing about us."
"You're not mad?" Jason looked at her for the first time.
"Nope, I'm not mad at all. In fact after I read one story I opened up another and I was so turned on by that point I had to masturbate and I actually squirted for the first time ever. But you remember that don't you, you saw the aftermath of it last week." Hannah admitted.
"Wow, I can't believe that was because of my stories."
"Neither could I. How long have you had these thoughts? About me, about us?" Hannah questioned him.
"For as long as I can remember. It started with small things like the smell of your perfume. I'd hug you more often to get another whiff of your scent. Then the hugs became an excuse to get a feel of your body. To feel your breasts pressing into my chest or wrapping my arms around you from behind. You were my perfect woman but the one woman I could never have in the ways I wanted. As time went on, my thoughts became my fantasies and one day I just started writing them down and wanted to share them with whoever would read them," he explained. "Had you ever had any thoughts like this before?"
"Honestly, I hadn't, no. I haven't really put much thought at all into sexual desires or exploring possible kinks. You know I never dated again after I became pregnant with you, that was my choice and I don't regret it at all. I had my toys, they did the job and that's all I needed. Until I found that website on your computer I had no idea people wrote this stuff especially in those topics. Perhaps it was the forbidden nature of it but something in me loved what you wrote. I felt the passion behind your words and I suppose that passion is what my life has been missing. I felt safe and comfortable with you which helped us do what we did last night."
Jason thought back to the previous night and how close they were. They'd had many movie nights before this but none had ever been this close and this physical and definitely weren't sexual in any way, at least not for her that he knew of.
"So what happens now?" he asked her.
"This is all new to me sweetheart. You've had years to feel the things you do and create the fantasies in your head. I need a little time to sit with this and figure things out in my own time," she told him.
"That's okay mum. I'm always here for you if you want to talk about it or if you have any questions. I love you, nothing will ever change that." He kissed her on the forehead before standing up to leave her room.
Before he got to the door, Hannah pulled back her bed covers and stepped out of bed. Completely naked she walked towards her son and wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him in for a long hug. Jason hadn't expected her to do that but wrapped his arms around her body and pulled her close to him.
"Thank you for always being so caring and loving baby, I'm so proud of the man you have become."
