by venomlegions 04/22/13
***This is one of my earliest stories. I wrote this some 25 years ago. I wanted to write something different, than most stories and write this as a narrative, where the story is told as dialogue, with very little detail. The idea is, that you use your imagination, using the dialogue as your guide in the story telling. I don't know if I succeeded, but I hope you enjoy!
"Well. there's Miss Williams. Showtime I guess..."
"That's his Mother? Geez!
"You ready for this one, Lacy?"
"No fucking wonder the boy has issues, look at her would you! His Mother's a freaking prostitute for crying out loud, can you believe she showed up for a parent/teacher conference like that?"
"Is it me, or did the professors just happen to skip the "how to deal the children of losers" when we were in college? I mean what exactly are we supposed to say?
"Beats me, but the way she's dressed is probably half of the problem I'll bet!"
"Sorry I'm a little late, I was out on a date and we got caught in traffic, so uh, what's the tag team action all about?"
"thanks for coming Miss Williams, and uh, well this is Mrs. Lacy, our acting assistant principal. Please have a seat, if you would please."
"Uh oh, I already don't like the way this is going. What the hell did Jimmy do? He's a good kid!"
"Well yes ma'am, for the most part he is. But we've been having some rather, odd behavior from him lately."
"And unfortunately, Miss Williams, that's where I come in at. I think it would be better if we just get right to the point. Jim has been placed in detention three times this week for, well, fondling the girls in his classes - touching their, breasts , and butts."
"Oh! Okay! That... I was not expecting."
"If the girls' parents should happen to file complaints, we'll have to have Jim expelled, Miss Williams, and none of us what that to happen, and we do realize you're single parent. So, we like to try and help you through this problem with Jimmy, and to be honest... we both agree that your, well, your method of dress may be partly to blame."
"Miss Williams, really! He's at that age, he's eighteen! Boys' hormonal urges don't always discriminate between, well, right and wrong.
"Wait! Hold up right there! What the hell does my dressing habits have to do with his normal hormonal urges?"
"I mean if he's seeing men grabbing on to you to show affection, he thinks it's ok to do the same."
"Yeah, ok. But I haven't had a man grab up on me in I don't know how long. Today was the first date I've had in six months."
"Well, hold up. Now, Devon has mentioned other men here, but the problem, may not be there, I mean Jim's developed a fixation on breasts and buttocks, Miss Williams, and lets be frank here, you have ample in both categories, if you follow me here? He maybe, how do I say, repressing or redirecting his desires or his fascination, with you."
"What the hell, are you getting at here? Are you trying to insinuate that, that my own son is, shit, that he's lusting for me?"
"Don't freak out Miss Williams. I mean, it's not unheard of, like Devon said, boys at Jim's age don't relate "Mom to - to sex". They relate boobs and butts, and that's all. He's not really so much, lusting after you as he may be lusting after your, well, abundant physical attributes if you follow me."
"Look, I can't help it if I got big tits and a big ass..."
"Oh, we realize that Miss Williams, but putting them on display like you do may, antagonize the boy."
Oh, so you expect me to wrap up in a sheet? Maybe wear myself one of those old-time barrels with some suspenders? My ass is wide as a semi-truck, I have to put my tits on display to give men something to look at, besides my fat fucking ass you see. I'm dressing like this to get Jimmy a new father, and I think that would serve him more than me walking around in a goddamned moo-moo!"
And the rest of the meeting went pretty similar to that. Them accusing me of being the cause of jimmy's lewd behavior, and me denying it - secretly wishing that I actually had a sex life to corrupt him with.
For hours that evening, the concept of jimmy being, obsessed with my body drove me crazy. I could do little else but sit around and think about it. Was he just fascinated by my curves? If he'd been five or six, I might have been content with that - but he was eighteen, old enough what tits and ass were for.
No! I had the haunting feeling that there was more to it than that. The teachers had told me an Oedipus Complex was not that uncommon in young boys, but that they usually outgrew it - as long as I didn't tease him or submit to his fantasies.
But how do you tell perfect strangers that such, lecherous tendencies run in your family? How do you tell them that you had sex with your own brother, when he was the same age as Jim is now. How do you explain that your son, is actually the product of such incestuous and forbidden acts?
You can't just up and admit something like that, even with years of fucking therapy. It's hard enough to admit the shit to myself, much less to somebody else. I mean hell, I'd tried hard to even repress the memories, but so much for that.
Nope, no such luck. Now that Jimmy himself, had up and began to show the same tendencies that my brother and I - even my father - had shown. Yes, that's right, my father too, I'm ashamed to admit.
My mother hauled ass and left him for another man, and me and my little brother stayed with him. Despite his drunkenness and womanizing. But once he discovered me and my brother was dirty little pervs, he had no reason to leave home to get his groove on, and so I became the sexual target of both of them - until Jimmy was born.
I had to know for sure. I absolutely had to find out if what the teachers suggested was even remotely true, and there was only one way to find out for sure without embarrassing Jimmy.
I had to provide him the opportunity to indulge his lust without letting him know what I knew about his possible obsession with me.
And so, I told him I was going to take some powerful sleeping pills, that I was going to be out-cold for two to four hours. And, that he likely couldn't wake me up, even if he wanted to. And then I left the door to my bedroom open and stripped down to my high heels.
I considered several possible scenarios. I figured he'd either take the opportunity to watch a porno on the satellite, or he might simply do nothing. Truly, I figured the worst that would happen was that he might jack off to me while he thought I was asleep.
I originally intended to set the camcorder in my closet and actually take the pills so that I wouldn't have to actually lay there through whatever happened, and quite honestly I had no desire to watch my son beat off his little cock.
Whether it was sheer perverse curiosity or, just the fact that I hadn't even seen a cock in over two years - I don't know, but I crashed on the bed and never took the pills.
Some deep and buried motherly instinct must have surfaced from somewhere, as I lay down - and decided to lay on my stomach so he couldn't see my pussy.
I lay there nearly an hour getting a crick in my neck, waiting for something to happen. I was nearly on the verge of giving up when I heard the faintest squeak of the bedroom door and detected lightly padded footsteps enter the room behind me.
At first he whispered my name. Then he slowly turned up the volume of his voice until it was normal.
"Mom... hey Mom... Mom!"
Obviously checking to see if he could wake me with sound.
The little spy was smart, he'd taken his shoes off - but with the central unit off, I could hear his bare feet slowly cross the carpet towards my bed.
If he'd been planning something else, to watch a porno movie, or some such - not rousing me by voice would have been sufficient.
But as he made his way towards my naked form, I coolly realized he was up to something else - something that involved getting closer to me.
I was absolutely helpless. I could do nothing with revealing the fact that I was in fact awake - which would reveal my earlier lie about the medicine, and the first rule of parenthood is never let your children know you lied to them - because then you lose all credibility to discipline them for the same!
And so, there I lay, heart pounding - watching his a she snuck up to the dresser and lifted my sleeping pill bottle. As he read the label, I wondered just what the fuck he was up to.
I nearly gasped aloud when he sat the bottle back down and began to undo his belt, was he going to beat off or what? My mind reeled, and still I remained frozen in position. No matter what he did, I had to remain motionless and totally unresponsive.
The way my head was turned, I could see him with my right eye - and so - glued hypnotically to his movements, I stared unblinkingly as his pants unbuttoned and then slipped to around his ankles at the floor.
Staring at his bare and hairless little ass - it stuck me odd that the little turn wore no underwear at all beneath his slack, and as I gawked - it occurred to me that I had not truly seen my son naked in a long time, perhaps more than a couple years in fact.
I wondered with deviant curiosity what I would see between his legs when he turned around to face me.
Once his shirt was off, he turned slowly back around towards the bed - towards me - and the light from the lamp bathed something thick between his legs in a bizarre glow, I had to bite my tongue to prevent myself from making an audible comment - Jimmy's cock was limp, but fucking huge - thick as his wrist - and a bloated set of hairless balls ballooned just beyond it, pushing out from between his thighs.
How in the fuck did he grow a "John Holmes" cock like that without me noticing. Then it occurred to me, he'd stopped running around the house in his underwear some years ago, and I figured now I knew why.
Seeing me prancing about half naked most of the time, had been making him pop boners - big ones I imagined - from the size of his limpness.
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