by Sam Jason 11/03/13
"Okay, okay! You're a young man. How's that? Eat your lunch while I put away your clean clothes. And, promise you'll trust your parents to solve their own problems."
"I'll promise," He said, "if you promise to think about what I said." Then, he sat down and started eating.
His words forced my mind back to him talking about "making love," making love to his mother. Then I thought of my "little boy" comment and then the image of his huge cock flashed before me. He certainly was NOT a little boy in many ways.
I put his clothes away, and glanced at the wastepaper basket in the corner. I listened and heard Shawn still at the kitchen table. I bent down and reached into the basket and pulled out a sopping mess of a tissue. I held it up to my nose and inhaled the strong, pungent stench of a boy's cum.
Several days passed, and I thought that was the last of the incidents on that day. Things had been a little uncomfortable with Shawn, but now everything was back to normal. I had put out of my mind the sights and sounds that went on in his bedroom.
I looked at the calendar on the refrigerator. There, on Thursday the 14th was a big red circle. That's the day I guessed was ovulating this month. Just like every month for the past ten years, I was hoping this was to be my lucky day.
A voice came from behind me: "There's the big day again. Have you thought about what I said?"
I turned to see my son standing there. I looked down at him and sighed. Here I was, his mother, almost a foot taller and almost 25 years older, having to have this insane conversation again.
"Shawn, you have to stop this. You're too young to realize how wrong what you're suggesting is. If you don't stop, I'll tell your father, and then you'll really be in trouble."
"You won't tell him, Mom. I know you. And I know him. He'd find some way to blame you and fly off the handle and you wouldn't want that."
I hated to admit it, but that's just what would happen with Arthur. He was so unreasonable at times
"Just because I won't tell him doesn't mean you have any right to keep pestering me. Case closed. Understand?" I thought that would end the subject, but I was mistaken.
"I know you watched me the other day, Mom."
"Watched you? What are you talking about?"
"You know. I heard you there at the door when I was jerking off. I know you saw me cum."
"Shawn ... Shawn, that was an accident. I was bringing your clothes, and..."
"Mom, it's okay. I'm glad you watched me. That will prove that I can do what I said, that I'm not little boy like you think. Did you see how much I can cum, Mom?"
"Young man, I will not even talk about this. I made a mistake by invading your privacy. I was shocked. That's all. That's why it took me a few moments to recover. I didn't want to embarrass either of us by saying anything."
"But, you saw my cum, right? You saw how much of it there was. And that was the second time that day. When I save up a few days, it's even more."
I couldn't believe he was taking to me this way. And, I couldn't believe he could ejaculate an even greater amount.
He reached past me and tapped his finger on the calendar. "Just think what would happen if all that cum got inside you on this day. What would happen, Mom?"
I refused to answer. Why was he tormenting me this way, making me think about his cum? Making me think about it inside of me?
"Say it, Mom. Say what you know would be true. Tell me what would happen if I came inside you on the 14th."
"Stop it, Shawn. I won't play your little game any more." I was too shocked at all this to be as angry as I should be. I was embarrassed that I got caught like some voyeur watching my son masturbate, and I was ashamed at standing here talking about sex with my own son.
"Say it, Mom. Tell me what you know would happen if I fucked you on the 14th of this month."
Hearing the word "fuck" coming out of my little boy's mouth shattered my mind. Unconsciously, four words came out of my mouth: "I would get pregnant," I whispered.
"And, that's exactly what you've been praying for as long as I can remember. So, that's what should happen, Mom. Just think about it."
Shawn left the kitchen without waiting for my reply or reaction. He left me alone with my jumbled and confused thoughts. Thoughts that caused a mixture of anger and shame.
I always think best in the shower, so I gave myself the luxury of a long extra-hot soak in the streams of water. When I got done, I used my towel to wipe the steam off the full-length mirror. Here I was, 42 years old and still trying to have a baby. I looked at my body in the mirror, and had to admit I didn't look my age. My 135 pounds were muscular and trimly proportioned on my 5'9" frame. My 38D breasts were large and more relaxed than they used to be, but nobody could accuse them of being one bit saggy. My nipples, hard from toweling off, were pink and centered in darker areoles about the diameter of a poker chip.
Even I had to admit I looked hot still.
"For what?" I said out loud. All that exercise and diet. Arthur, my fat and flabby husband, thought that fishing, his only hobby, was exercise. He got out of breath walking to the car. Which was another reason that sex was a chore to him. He just wanted to get it over as fast as possible and turn over and go to sleep. That, and his tiny penis probably were the reasons I never had an orgasm with him.
I dressed and left the shower no wiser, unfortunately. Shawn was in the living room, watching TV.
"I've got a plan, Mom!" he said cheerily.
"I don't want to hear about any plan, young man."
"Tonight at dinner, I'm going to talk to Dad. I may need your help."
"Shawn, if this has anything to do with what we talked about in the kitchen, you'll be in big trouble. I definitely will not be a participant in this subject any longer. My answer is 'NO!' to any of your schemes."
That didn't seem to deter him, and he said, "We'll see."
"What a day I had today. I'm exhausted," Arthur said. He wasn't exhausted enough to stop stuffing food into his mouth, gobbling down twice as much as Shawn and I ate put together. He said the exact same thing every night.
"You deserve a rest, Dad," Shawn said.
"See," Arthur said. "Even Shawn sees that I need a little relaxation. But, work keeps me tied down and so busy. And all the stress...."
Shawn interrupted before Arthur could go on one his rants about work. "Dad, don't you have a branch office in Littlemore, about four hours away from here?"
"Yeah, Littlemore. Another pain in the ass. That's something else that's hanging over my head. I need to get out there and do an audit of their paperwork."
"Well, Dad, why don't you go up there next week on Tuesday?"
"Huh? If I didn't know any better, I'd think you're trying to get rid of your dear ol' dad. What's really going on?"
I looked at Shawn, shocked that he had tried such a stupid trick. It served him right, and now he had stuck his foot in his mouth. I was going to enjoy seeing his little plans all fall apart.
Instead of looking guilty, Shawn pulled a newspaper clipping from his pocket and asked, "Isn't Lake Mirrorside right there?" He handed the clipping to my husband, who read it then whistled.
"Mandy, guess what? There's a big fishing derby up there. This could work out great. I could drive up there early on Tuesday, fish all day, do what has to get done on Wednesday in the office, and spend the rest of the time fishing. Then, I could drive back home on Thursday, for 'you know what'--if I'm not too tired"
I was stunned. Shawn was playing on his father's love for fishing. It was brilliant. But, I had an idea of my own.
"Sounds great," I said. "What about I come with you? We could spend some relaxing time together." I gave Shawn a smug look, knowing I had just thwarted his scheme.
"Yeah, that's a great idea. You hate long drives, you hate fishing, and you hate when I go to work. So you know what? Stay here with your son and spend some quality time with him. Right Shawn?"
"Quality time," Shawn said as he looked directly into my eyes. I turned my head away, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of my realization that he had indeed gotten his father out of the picture for a few days.
"Shawn, while I'm gone, remember, you're the man of the house. Promise me you'll take good care of your mother."
"Relax, Dad. I'll take extra special care of her while you're gone."
The next four days were one mental battle after another with Shawn. It seemed we didn't ever have a conversation that wasn't tainted by his perversion.
"Only four days to go, Mom. Then you and I can be alone."
"Shawn, alone or not, nothing is going to happen. So, just get it out of your mind? Your father and I will find a way to have a baby--ourselves, thank you, with no help needed from an overheated teenage boy who doesn't even know the damage he could do."
"What damage? It's a few minutes together that we'll forget all about when you finally get pregnant and I can have a brother or sister and you can finally have that second kid that you've always wanted. That seems like it's worth it."
I had to admit, when he put it that way, that a brief time could give me all that joy and fulfillment I'd been craving--but, it was just him putting a good spin on a crazy notion. The guilt would be unbearable. He didn't realize that.
"Shawn, you're my son, and that would be called a very bad word: incest. Not only is it looked on as a sin by all religions, but it's also against the law. Would you like it if your picture was in the paper with that kind of stigma, for the rest of your life?"
"Mom, I think of lots worse things that people do and do right out in the open that ruin people's lives, and religions and the government, and the police look the other way."
All contents © Copyright 1996-2011 by literotica.com.
Literotica is a registered & protected trademark. www.literotica.com
No part may be reproduced in any form without explicit written permission.
All models are over 18. All characters in all stories on this site are over 18.