Clyde Mathers felt relieved that it wasn't a long flight home as he returned from completing another semester at the prestigious Ivy League college, the Massachusetts Institute of Technology, or MIT as it was known to most. It was regarded as the finest college for studying engineering, Clyde specialising in electrical engineering.
He'd felt proud that he'd been smart enough and academically accomplished enough to get into MIT and he loved how it had made his parents proud. But as the plane landed at the airport not far from his home town, Clyde had a lot on his mind.
He'd really only ended up studying electrical engineering because his father Scott wanted him to, in order to train Clyde up to be a big part of his home security business.
When Clyde was younger he was happy to go along with his father's wishes but now he was twenty-two and starting to resent the way his entire future was seemingly mapped out for him.
What had stayed with him was seeing how much happier his younger brother Marty had seemed when he saw him over Christmas. Even though Marty wasn't as smart and just went to the local college instead of MIT, his life appeared to be an endless series of parties, girls, drink and drugs.
Whilst their mother had made it very clear that she highly disapproved of Marty's hedonism he didn't seem to let it bother him and always looked like he was having a blast.
Clyde had told himself that being smarter and more academic would be better in the long run, would mean a better paid job etc.
But after another year of struggling through his studies Clyde was seriously wondering whether he had made the right life decision or whether he was even making his own decisions.
He'd done it all to please his father, but now college life was making him miserable and he was intending to spend his summer break thinking very carefully about his life and future.
The feel of the plane's wheels on the tarmac was a comforting one and he'd never been so glad to be returning home. After going through customs and getting his suitcase from the luggage carousel he headed for the Arrivals gate.
He saw his Mom waiting for him looking just like she always did, her perfectly straight blonde hair in the same shoulder-length bob as when he'd left. She smiled as she saw him amongst the other travellers and he felt glad to see her, though he knew he was going to have to pretend he was happy at college.
During the drive home both Clyde and his Mom had to put up a pretense that everything was absolutely fine and just the same as usual. Marianne was still reeling from the night of illicit, incestuous sex with his brother Marty, though she kept telling herself it was because that damn space cake got her high.
She tried not to think about that as she drove home but Marianne couldn't help notice how Clyde's physique had developed, his bulging pecs on display in a tight-fitting T shirt.
"You're looking in great shape, Clyde, looks like you've been hitting the MIT gym hard!" she said, glancing at his rippling arm muscles as she drove down the freeway in glorious sunshine.
"Yeah, I really find the gym helps me with my studies too, keeps my energy and stamina high. I'll definitely be making the most of the gym we have at home, that's for sure!" he replied, surprised that she'd noticed his bodily development.
"Oh, I feel like I need to get in our home gym myself, I still have my sweet tooth and can't resist a little chocolate now and then!" she said, swerving the car as the memory of being high and horny on the space cake entered her mind, along with memories of sucking Marty's deliciously proportioned fat cock.
"Wohhhh, Mom! You nearly ended up in the next lane!" said Clyde, reaching over and steadying the wheel with his left hand.
"Oh my! I'm such a doofus...just lost my concentration there a little!" responded Marianne, feeling shaken and embarrassed.
Clyde thought this was a bit strange from his normally very careful and sensible mother. But he could never have guessed in a million years that Marianne was harbouring a dark sexual secret about his younger brother.
That had been a couple of weeks ago and since then, as Marty had predicted, Marianne had been overcome with shame at what they did, absolutely disgusted with herself for falling from grace so spectacularly after a lifetime of exemplary Christian behavior.
But even Marty hadn't expected her to act like it had never happened at all the following day. Marty had escaped the house that night by going to Johnny Johnson's party, armed with a freshly baked chocolate cake. He had a wild time at the party, but nothing could possibly compete with the incredible night he'd had with his mom.
On the Sunday, it was all he could think about, yet his mother spent the whole day in church and carried on like nothing had happened between them when she got home.
Things had been very tense around the house since then and he'd mostly stayed in his room to avoid conflict. He kept wondering how long he could hold his tongue around her, wanting to say he didn't regret what had happened.
As the car pulled into the drive Marty felt very relieved that his brother Clyde was home, knowing his presence would help dissipate the tension between him and his mother and give things a semblance of normality.
He walked down to the front door and greeted his brother with such enthusiasm that Clyde thought it was a little bizarre.
"Hey brother! It's damn good to see you!" he exclaimed, walking up to Clyde and giving him a hug.
"Marty, you slacker! I thought you'd be lying in bed now it's the summer holidays..." he replied, feeling a bit weirded out by his brother's uncharacteristic display of affection.
"Oh, no way! I want to make the most of the summer, hope you're not gonna spend it with your head in a book, bro!"
"Well, they don't let you sit on your ass all summer at MIT, Marty!" he said, condescendingly.
"Yada yada yada! Don't be bringing home that boring talk about MIT, you deserve to cut loose, bro!" said Marty, showing no offence taken at his older brother's childish little jibe.
"I hope you boys aren't going to be arguing all through the holidays, I don't want to be caught in the middle of it!" said Marianne with a smile.
Like Marty, she felt like Clyde's arrival was timely and they could now go back to being the same old dependable and predictable Mathers family. She knew full well that Marty wouldn't dare bring up what had happened between them now that his brother was around.
But Clyde was sensitive as well as super smart and over the next few days he sensed there was something not quite right without being able to put his finger on it. He thought it was strange that when Marty was home he spending most of the time in his room, when he was known for being gregarious, extroverted and highly sociable.
During meal times they would sit together at the kitchen table and the conversation would be forced as hell, with Clyde having to answer a thousand boring questions about his studies while Marty ate his food in silence, avoiding eye contact with their mother.
At every opportunity, Marty would get out of the house to hang with his buddies or attend yet another summer party. As he couldn't risk baking any more space cakes, Marty was rolling joints with the same powerful marijuana that had gotten his mother so high and horny, then taking them to parties for everyone to enjoy.
Marianne and Clyde began to talk more as they both liked a morning workout in their home gym. Marianne worked out in tight black Lycra leggings and a white crop top, while Clyde would just wear a tight white tank top and loose black shorts.
"Mom, if you've been eating cake and chocolate, you're definitely carrying the weight well! You look in great shape...." said Clyde, impressed by her self discipline and her fitness regimen.
"Well, thank you honey! I try to stay slim, I don't think your father wants to see an obese wife when he gets home. He'll be back from his business trip in a couple of weeks so I want to look my best for him...".
Marianne felt genuinely flattered by Clyde's comment and was glad she'd already shed the couple of pounds she'd put on since she'd eaten the chocolate zucchini cake.
She also kept noticing how toned his muscular thighs were, how nicely developed his torso and pecs were. Marty was the cuter and more handsome of the brothers, but she had to admit that Clyde had become a fine specimen of a man.
She pushed these thoughts out of her mind and tried not to look at her son's flexing muscles as he lifted weights, dripping with sweat. She now knew where those kind of thoughts could lead and she didn't want to be lured into sin again. She told herself that it had only happened because of that darn marijuana cake and would never happen again.
Marianne was hoping the subject of Marty's awkwardness around the house wouldn't come up in conversation, but on the third day of their mutual morning workout Clyde couldn't help but ask the question.
"Mom....correct me if I'm wrong, but there seems to be something going on with Marty, I noticed it as soon as I got back. I can't quite put my finger on it but it's like he's hiding something or avoiding telling me something.
You can tell me, Mom....has he been in some kind of trouble? Has he gotten into taking drugs? I know it goes on a lot at the local college...I'm not dumb....".
Marianne tensed up at the mention of drugs, the memory of how incredible she'd felt when high on marijuana, how it had heightened and inflamed all her senses, how full of sexual desire and lust she'd been that night.
"He's not been in any trouble that I know of, Clyde. I'm fully aware that he's not a conscientious student like you but I can't stop him going to parties...,he's nineteen after all!
