Incest/Taboo A Trip to Remember

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictional manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters depicted in this story are 18 years of age or older.
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A Trip to Remember​

"Are you serious? Staying at the office late again?"

"Yes, I'm just swamped with work from the Lawrence case. I told you about it last week." His tone shifted from casual to stern.

"I remember just fine. It's just we haven't enjoyed a nice dinner together in weeks."

"I understand. I promise once this case is done, we'll spend more time together."

"That's what you said about the last case, and the one before that, and the one before that."

"Stacy, cut me some slack would ya?"

"Fine, have a wonderful night at the office. See-ya whenever you decide to come home."

"Bye."

I mash the end button on my IPhone multiple times with my index finger until the pain shoots up my hand. Not nearly the satisfaction I used to get back in the day from slamming the old corded phones down on the receiver. Made me feel good when I was pissed off and hung up on somebody, hearing the metal and metal clang. Cell phones aren't the same.

Night after night, my husband Tyler works late at "Kilroy's and Associates". A law firm he's been employed with for the last ten years. Don't get me wrong, I realize sometimes he needs to work after hours to finish a project. Lately though, he's been working excessive hours even by lawyers' standards. We spend essentially zero time together. On top of that, we fight so much I don't even want to have a conversation with him. I feel like we're slowly drifting apart as a married couple. Like I'm not a priority to him anymore.

I walk over to the recently set kitchen table, lean in close and blow out the white candle that's in the center. As the flame flickers and vanishes, smoke dances in the air. The kitchen, now only lit by the faint glow of the living room lights. I pull out one of the two chairs and sit down while scooting up close to the wooden dining room table. The faint signs of smoke still loom in front of me before soon vanishing.

I peer across the dim room at the empty seat. In front, a warm plate of tender prime rib with a side of steamed green beans and mashed potatoes. A full glass of red wine standing still to the side. I lose myself for a moment, drifting off into space. Not really thinking about anything. Just staring off into the darkness. I pull myself back to reality and look down at my plate of food which is growing colder by the minute.

I cooked a great dinner. I'm not going to let him ruin it again.

Picking up my fork and knife, I dig in. The prime rib is to die for. Juicy and tender with just the right amount of pink in the middle. The crisp, steamed green beans deliver a crunch with every bite. The mashed potatoes mixed with brown gravy is delicious, like always. Everything is washed down with a glass of Cabernet red wine.

Through the meal, I keep looking over at the empty seat across from me. As if one of these moments, he's going to magically appear. As the night proceeds, I finish the delightful dinner. Yet again...alone. I stack my dirty plate and silverware in the dishwasher while tossing his plate of food straight into the trash can. I thought about wrapping it up and placing it in the fridge for when he gets home but that was quickly dismissed. The anger in me has taken over at this point.

I clench the full glass of wine that was meant for him with one hand and the bottle with the other. Heading into the living room, I flip the light switch off with my elbow. The only remaining light illuminating from the T.V, giving off a slight glow to the nearby furniture. I set the glass and wine bottle down onto the end table and plop my butt on the couch. Grabbing the remote, I flip through the channels until something catches my eye. In the heat of the night, is the title.

Looks like a romance movie, I'll give it a shot.

I'm not a big fan of the whole romance genre. Not because I don't like them, they just draw out some deep seeded emotions of mine. Mostly sadness, sadness that my life isn't a romantic movie. Sadness that it doesn't have any romance at all. Still, I turn up the volume and drink my glass of wine. It's about a married woman who loses her memory in a car crash and her husband tries to make her fall in love with him all over again. As the movie ends, I'm just finishing up the last bit of wine from the bottle. I did away with the glass an hour ago, figured drinking straight from the bottle was in the cards tonight.

I turn the television off with the remote and lay down on the couch. My eyes wander up to the ceiling, following shadows from the trees swaying in the moonlight. A tear slowly slides down my left cheek as I think about my twenty-year marriage to Tyler. How in the beginning we had such immense fun together. How romantic he was. Taking me out on lavish dates. Always holding the car door open for me. Buying me flowers for no reason. Even writing me love letters.

I became pregnant with Jason on our honeymoon which is exactly what we were hoping for. Everything fell into place like puzzle pieces after that. Nice home in the country with lots of land. Tyler became a partner at his law firm. I even rose in the ranks in my own profession. Being a stay at home mother just wasn't something I wanted to do. Not that it wouldn't have been fulfilling for me but I still had ambition in my career.

After Jason departed for college at 19, Tyler became increasingly distant. Spending extra nights at the office, fighting with me over nonsense, and our romantic life basically became nonexistent. Despite my efforts, it didn't seem to matter. He's committed little to no energy into our relationship these past few years. I honestly don't know how much longer I can endure. As I blink, more salty drops of liquid glide down each cheek.

I wonder if he even loves me anymore. I can't recall the last time he expressed it. What if he's falling in love with somebody else? That's why he's always staying late at the office. What if he's secretly cheating on me?

Tears now streaming down, I roll over and smush my salty face into the soft couch pillow and ball myself to sleep.

I awake abruptly to the sound of the kitchen blender. I sit up, let out a long yawn and stretch my arms above my head. Instantly I notice the pounding headache. I suppose a whole bottle of wine will do that to a person if they're not accustomed to drinking. I walk into the kitchen to see Tyler standing at the counter, blending up his morning fruit smoothie.

"Hey there, drink a little too much last night?" His eyes scolding me as he speaks.

I make a beeline straight for the cupboard above the sink, refraining from even acknowledging his existence. I pull out the small bottle of Advil and pop two in my mouth before filling a glass with water to wash them down with.

"So, the silent treatment again huh?"

His voice is comparable to nails on a chalkboard. Every word spewing from his mouth compels me to slap him across his smug face. Knock that snub, shit eating grin clean off. I've never laid my hands on him before but it's becoming progressively tempting.

Keep calm, he always has his smart-ass remarks. Doesn't mean you need to resort to his level of asshole-ness.

"Well, I'm off to work. See ya when I see ya I guess," He says, flicking his hand in the air in a half ass wave goodbye.

He strolls out of the kitchen with his cup of banana, kiwi and kale smoothie. Moments later I hear the front door slam and his loud diesel truck startup before fading away as he pulls out of the driveway. The familiar sadness returns but I restrain myself from breaking down and weeping. I take another gulp of water and retreat to the bathroom.

Time to take a shower and get ready for work. Keep it together. At least you get to see your son today. It's going to be a good day.

This is Jason's second year of college at M.I.T. He comes home every year during break and stays with us during that time. It's about the only thing I've looked forward to these past few years. Jason and I are very close. Even growing up as a kid he's always been a momma's boy.

After taking a shower, getting dressed and applying my makeup, I head to work. As I enter the bottom of the 20 story building through the glass double doors, my high heels strike the blue marble floor tile. With each stride they fill the massive vacant area, almost yelling "Look at me". The receptionist glances away from her computer, slides her glasses slightly down her nose and gives me a long stare as I walk past. I stop at the elevators and hit the up-arrow button.

"Mrs. Banner, you look absolutely stunning this morning." She says.

"Why thank you Maggy, you're looking good yourself."

"Is today the day your son comes home from college?"

"Sure is, I'm so excited to see him."

"I bet, you have a good day."

"You as well Maggy."

The elevator light flashes and the door opens. I wave goodbye to Maggy, enter the elevator and press the sixth-floor button. Listening to the cheesy music, I just can't help but be in a good mood on this lovely Friday. A complete 180 from how I felt this morning. As I pass the breakroom, I wave to Kyle and Bill while they fill up their coffee cups. Next I see April, we both smile and say "good morning" as we walk by each other. I reach my office door that reads "Marketing Manager, Stacy Banner" on the nameplate. I read it every time I enter my office, proud of my success within the company.

The workday flew by as Friday's usually do. Most projects are due at the end of the week so it's always hectic and busy. The only thing offbeat about today was the way everyone was acting towards me. Staring at me, complimenting me constantly. Not that I mind in the least. I confess though, it's no doubt my own fault. I may have slightly overdressed. My skin tight black dress that contains a slit on one side, running up a little past my knee combined with black high heels. A bit fancy for work attire but sometimes it feels good to dress up a bit.

I answer my desk phone as it rings for the second time.

"Stacy Banner speaking."

"Hey mom, I'm at the airport. Just got to baggage claim."

"So glad you landed safely. I can't believe it's four o'clock already. I'll leave now and be there in ten."

"Okay, see you then. Love ya."

"Love you too."

I hang up the phone, finish up the last few words of an email and hit send. I jet out of the office, down the elevator and out to my red Chevy Camaro. The airport is only a few miles away from my work so it's a short drive. I park outside baggage claim and walk through the revolving double doors. As soon as I enter, I spot Jason standing next to the moving conveyor belt. He certainly stands out from the crowd. A little over six feet tall, backwards hat, large muscular frame with his tight-fitting black shirt. He's always been proud of his body, making sure to take good care of himself. Fitness and nutrition wise, he knows his stuff. He's actually the reason I've started doing some working out of my own. I'm not getting any younger, might as well take care of myself..

I walk up behind him and slap the bill of his hat. Startled, he swings around to face me. It takes him a moment but once he realizes it's his mother, he wraps his arms around me and lifts me off the ground. He hugs are like bear hugs, squeezing the life out of me and leaving me breathless. He sets me down gently and smiles.

"Great to see you mom and WOW, you look spectacular."

"Oh, this old thing. I just threw it on this morning because my other clothes were dirty."

A little bit of a white lie but who's counting.

"Well, yeah the dress but I just mean you in general. You've definitely lost weight since I've last seen you."

"Twenty-two hard earned pounds and counting. I joined a CrossFit gym with a few girls from work about six months ago. We go three to four times a week. Plus, I've been eating healthy and sticking to it." Just saying that almost causes my eyes to water considering how proud I am of my accomplishment.

"It shows for sure. You even look like you've put on a little muscle". He says while grabbing my bicep. I instinctively flex, trying to show off. He laughs while giving a quick peck on the cheek.

"It really is good to see you ma. I've been through a lot the past few months and it's just nice to be home."

"Well, I'll cook us a nice dinner when we get home and you can tell me all about it."

We wait about twenty more minutes before the luggage from his flight finally arrives on the conveyor belt. Once we had that, we loaded it into the car trunk and took off for home. He decided to take a power nap which was fine as it gave me some time to cook spaghetti and homemade meatballs, his favorite. It also gave me a chance to change into something more comfortable, like sweatpants and a t- shirt. My go-to once I'm off work and ready to stay home for the night. As I finish setting the table I call up for him to come down for dinner.

"Boy does that smell delicious, homemade meatballs and spaghetti. How did I get so lucky?" He says as he makes his way down the second floor staircase.

"Because I'm an awesome mother, that's how. Now sit your butt down and let's eat, I'm starving."

"Aren't we going to wait for dad?"

"I wouldn't count on him being home in time for dinner."

"Late night at the office again huh?"

"Yup, like every other night." The pitch of my voice changed for a brief moment.

"I'm sorry mom."

"It's ok, let's not dwell on that. So tell me, how's the school year been so far? How are you and Lisa doing?"

His body shifts in the chair as he looks down at his plate of food, twirling the spaghetti with his fork over and over. "Lisa and I broke up a few weeks ago."

"What? How come you never called to tell me? You guys have been together since the ninth grade."

"I was hoping we would get back together. She said it's just too hard, with us going to different colleges and the long-distance relationship. I mean, I understand where she's coming from and all but it just sucks. We've been together for so long, I just..."

His voice cracks a bit as he chokes over his words. How painful it is for him to discuss it. I walk over to him, put my arms around his neck and give him a big squeeze. "It's ok, if she's that easy to give up on your relationship, then she's not worth it. You'll find someone better. You're a great looking kid that has plenty to offer a woman."

I let go of his neck as he looks up at me, "Thanks, but you're my mom. You HAVE to say that."

"That may be true, but I honestly mean it."

I give him one more hug before returning to my chair. We give each other a smile and continue on with our dinner. Just by his slight attitude change, I can tell my advice and motherly love at least helped a little. After we finished, he helped me put away the dishes and clear the table. Tyler still wasn't home, which shouldn't surprise me. I decided to break out the wine, for the second night in a row.

It's a special occasion, my son's home. Why not have a few drinks?

"I have some red wine, would you like a glass?" I ask.

"Yeah, I could definitely use a drink."

"Find us a movie to watch and I'll grab the wine."

"Sure thing."

I pop the cork on the wine, grab two wine glasses and head into the living room. Jason's already sitting on the couch with the television paused. I pour each of us a glass and sit down next to him.

"Only movie I can find worth watching is The Fifth Element," He says.

"That's fine, I like that movie."

It didn't take long for us to start chatting over the movie anyway. We talked about his classes. His part time job. What he's looking for in life. We also talked about my current situation with Tyler. He even suggested if I'm truly not happy, that divorce may be something to look into. Surprising advice coming from him but he's always been a level headed kid.

As the credits roll, we're already on our second bottle of wine. We just continue on, chatting about everything under the sun. It's nice to actually be able to sit down and have a conversion with someone. After the wine ran out we started on the Genesis beers that Tyler had stored in the fridge. Before I knew it, it was 11pm and we went through two bottles of wine and 6 beers. Still, no sign of Tyler. Not even a phone call. It's late, I'm buzzing and getting tired. I figure it's time for me to hit the hay. There's a lot I want to get done tomorrow.

"Well, I think I'm going to bed. Your mother is not used to drinking this much."

"Yeah, me too. It's been a long day with the flight and all."

I lean over to give him a goodnight kiss on the cheek, something I've always done since he was a kid. I reach in but so does he and we somehow get our signals crossed as our lips touch. My body freezes, like a deer caught in headlights. I know I should pull away but I just can't muster the strength. His lips begin to move around mine, massaging their outer crest. It feels so good, so satisfying. Something a part of me has been missing for a very long time.

Mine begin to move as well, following his motions. Almost as if they have a mind of their own. His tongue separates my lips and invades my mouth before our tongues collide and intertwine. The shock and pleasure sends shivers running through my body, creating goosebumps all over my soft pale skin.

What are you doing? Push away. This isn't right.

My phone vibrates on the glass end table, filling the quiet room with a few buzzes. Startled, our lips break apart as we pull our faces away from each other. I quickly turn around and snatch up my phone. It's a text message from Tyler. "Working late."

The message barely registered to me. All I had on my mind was what just transpired. A kiss that should have never come to fruition. A moment of a taboo act. I didn't even want to look up from my phone and face Jason. I'm so embarrassed and ashamed, but I have to say something in this awkward moment.

"That was your father, he's going to be working late again. I'm going to bed. Night."

I stand up without paying him any attention as I walk past the couch and up the stairs. A faint "Good night mom" echos out as I reach the second floor. I head straight to my room and shut the door, collapsing onto my bed and face first into my pillow.

What have you just done, you idiot? You just kissed your son. How pitiful are you?

I lay in bed, not wanting to move. Just thinking about what a horrible mother I am and how Jason must feel. A few moments later I hear his bedroom door shut across the hall. Even though I know how wrong the kiss was, I can't shake the sense of how wonderful it felt. I sit up on my bed and close my eyes. I slowly press two fingers against my puckered lips. Instantly I imagine Jason's face with his mouth pressed to mine once again. The thought sending shivers through my body. I open my eyes and shake my head, pulling my hand down quickly from my face.

Get a hold of yourself woman! You need to get over there and apologize to him. Imagine how uncomfortable you made him feel. Tell him that you're drunk and you meant to just give him a kiss on the cheek. Reassure him it meant nothing else.

I compose myself, stand up and open my door. I thought I heard his door shut but it's still slightly cracked with a slight glow shining through.

Good, he's still awake.

I give the door a small push open and peak my head in. My eyes widen as Jason comes into view. He's sitting up against the backboard of the bed with his pants down to his ankles. His laptop placed next to him, tilted enough towards the door that I can see what can only be described as hardcore porn. As soon as his eyes meet mine, he tries to conceal himself with his hands but only partly being able to do so. I quickly turn my head to the side but not before I catch a glimpse of the appendage between his legs.

"MOM, what the hell?" He shrieks. Now hunching over, covering his private area while shutting his laptop.

"I'm so sorry honey. I just wanted to apologize about earlier." I say, looking over to the side of the wall while shielding my eyes with my hand.

"Yeah, it's no big deal. Can I have some privacy please?"

"Yes, I'm so sorry again. Night."

Good job Stacy. You went from kissing your son to seeing him masturbating while watching porn. What else are you going to do to fuck up your relationship?

I shut his door hard and briskly walk into my room, shutting my own door behind me. I take off my clothes, turn off the light and climb into bed. My mind races with images of our kiss and his half naked body. Images of him pleasuring himself while he watches a blonde woman get rammed from behind on his laptop.

Before I knew it, my hand was sneaking itself under my panties. Reaching for a scratch that's been begging to be itched for a long time. As wrong as I knew it was, I just couldn't stop. I shut off all my inhibitions and let my primal side take control. My eyes close while my hand goes to work. Vivid pictures of Jason's hard, throbbing member comes to light. Instead of trying to block them out, I let my imagination run wild.

I imagine myself catching him in the act again, but this time he calls me over to his bed. For some reason, I obey. He pounces on me like a tiger, pinning down my wrists to his bed. I try to escape but he's just too strong. Not a single word is muttered as he presses his lips to mine. He continues to kiss his way down my chin, to my neck. He places both hands between the buttons of my white blouse and rips it open, sending them bouncing off the bed and walls. My chest rises high then quickly deflates over and over from the heavy breathing.

His hands slide up the skin of my stomach, pushing my bra up and over my breasts as he cups over them for a moment. His mouth continues its way down to my nipple, clamping on and sucking furiously. His hands travel south while pulling down my sweatpants before his mouth releases and follows suit, giving little kisses to my soft skin along the way. I arch my hips up, allowing my clothes to pass with ease while also expressing my willingness. His mouth nuzzles my pelvic bone as his hands caress my inner thighs. He pries my legs apart, latching his mouth onto my motherly mound. I buck my hips against his face while his tongue pleasures me.

He must sense my orgasm approaching, as he pulls his face away and lays his body on top of mine. His lips pressing against mine once again while his cock slowly enters my haven. I bite his bottom lip as he repeatedly thrusts himself inside of me. Over and over again until the pleasure becomes too much to bear.

My eyes open wide and I moan loud as an orgasm washes over me. To my disappointment, the only thing above me is a dark blank white ceiling. As soon as my orgasm begins to fade, shame quickly fills my soul. Shame of the dirty and perverted thoughts created by me while I masturbated to them. I roll my remorseful self over and try to fall asleep.

The next day I woke up early to make breakfast. Once at the bottom of the stairs I notice Tyler sleeping on the living room couch. Didn't even have the decency to go to bed with his wife. No telling what time he even got in last night. For breakfast, I cook up some omelets with a side of bacon and little sausage links. I wake everyone up and let them know the food is ready.

Just as I thought, awkward as could be sitting at the table eating breakfast with Tyler and Jason. Every time I put one of the sausage links in my mouth I couldn't stop thinking of Jason's penis. How it might feel inside my mouth, how it would feel for him with my lips wrapped around it. I had to cut up the links into tiny bite sized pieces in order to stop myself from daydreaming. He seemed fine though, telling me good morning and even giving me a hug. Like nothing ever happened.

Heck, maybe he drank so much that he just forgot about it all.

"Well, that was a good breakfast. I need to head to the office for a bit though. I'll be back in a few hours," Tyler says.

"On a Saturday?" I snap back.

"Yes, I need to finish up the Lawrence case by Monday morning."

"So, the yearly camping trip is still on, right dad?" Jason pipes in.

"Of course my man, wouldn't miss it. I'll see you both in a bit."

And like that, he's gone again. Got to see him for a whole thirty minutes.

"Hey mom, I'm heading out for a few hours also. Jordan wants to hang out so I'm going to meet up with him."

"Alright, see you later honey."

Well, it looks like I'm home alone. Time to get some chores done.

I clean up around the house. Doing the dishes, vacuuming, laundry and folding clothes. After a few hours, I figure it's time for a shower. As I pass Jason's room I notice his closed laptop sitting on the bed. It brings a flashback of the porno he was watching when I caught him playing with himself. Curiosity got the best of me. I walk in and sit on his bed. I open the laptop lid and power it on. Lucky me, no password to get in. Once everything is loaded up I open the Chrome browser, then access his browser history. I half expected it to be cleared but to my surprise, it wasn't.

Looks like he was on here this morning, searching for directions on Google maps. Probably to the place he's meeting up with his friend Jordan. Let's see what he was looking at last night.

As I scroll down, I see a few entries around 11:20 pm.

Porn Hub: MILFS that want young cock

Porn Hub: Older Female with younger male

Porn Hub: Hot MILF riding 20 year old

Porn Hub: Mom sucking off son

Porn Hub: Taboo mother and son

Porn Hub: Spying on mom in the shower

My jaw drops. I can't believe what I'm reading. It looks like he was searching on this porn hub site for MILFS having sex with younger men. Even more specific, moms and their sons. I click on the "Porn Hub: Taboo mother and son" link and it opens a new browser tab, loading up a video. I click play and watch it for a few minutes.

Sure enough, it's about a Mother and her son. Apparently he's nervous about a date because he hasn't had sex before so she teaches him how. By the looks of it, she gives him more than a crash course. I go back and click on the other link "Porn Hub: Spying on mom in the shower" and watch part of it, skipping through the video here and there. It's about a guy who's spying on his mom in the shower. She notices him but continues to sexually lather herself up and put on a show. Afterwards she confronts him and they have sex. I recognize the scene where the guy gets the woman from behind on her bed.

Oh my god.....this is the video he was masturbating to when I came into his room. He was watching a video about a mother and her son having sex. Is this something he fantasizes about? Is this something he wanted to do to me?

I delete the history from today so he won't be able to tell I was snooping around, then shut it off and close the lid. The rest of the day, all I could think about was Jason watching videos of mothers and their sons. As mad as I wanted to be at him, I couldn't be a hypocrite. I myself had impure thoughts about him while pleasuring myself in bed.

This needs to stop before it goes any further. I'll talk to him when he gets home.

Around three o'clock, Jason comes barging in the front door. "Hey mom, I'm home."

"I'm in the kitchen," I yell back.

Ok Stacy, time to sit him down and let him know this isn't right.

The first thing I notice as he walks in is his shirtless upper body. His tone muscles glistened from the sweat beading down. His abs are clearly visible in the classic six pack shape. I try to look away but his body looks amazing, it's so hard not to stare.

"Hey mom, cooking again huh? Whatcha making?"

"A casserole." I dismissed his small talk almost immediately.

"Look, I think we need to have a little chat. Do you mind?"

"Sure, what about?" His eyebrows wrinkle in a look of confusion.

"Have a seat at the table."

"Ok, let me grab a glass of water first."

I'm in front of the sink so I try to move out of his way but instead he just reaches over and above me to grab a glass from the cupboard. He presses his body firm against the back of mine as he leans in to get the glass. He only lingers for a brief moment but in that split second, I feel something hard brush up against my butt. Something that feels like it's between his legs. I'm not naive, I know what it is. Once he has the glass he makes a little space between us, allowing me to slide out of the way and let him fill the glass with water. He smiles at me and walks over to the table and sits down.

Did he press his body to mine on purpose? That was definitely his manhood I felt. Alright, don't get flustered Stacy. Time for the talk.

As I walk past him to the other side of the table I take one more glance. Getting a vision full of his rock-hard body as his chin is in the air, guzzling down the water. My eyes wander to his lap, looking over his gray basketball shorts. A clear outline of a long bulge runs down the side of his leg. A bulge in the shape of a hotdog, well more like a bratwurst. Heck, maybe even a summer sausage. A sensation hits my loins, longing for its desire to be fulfilled. I become nervous and feel the sweat accumulating on my forehead as I sit down next to him.

"Ok, we need to talk about last night."

"Awww mom, really? I'm a grown man. So you saw me beating my meat? Who cares."

I blush as the words "beating his meat" escapes his mouth. "Jason, I'm not talking about that. I'm talking about the kiss on the couch."

"Oh," He says, setting the now empty glass down on the table. "Yeah, sorry about that. I don't know what came over me. I was drunk, my girlfriend just left me and you're just so beautiful. I got caught up in the moment."

"You think I'm beautiful?" I ask, disregarding everything else he just said.

"Of course, you're the most gorgeous woman I've ever laid eyes on. Dad is one lucky man to be married to you. That's why I don't understand why he's been neglecting you."

Although I know he's being a little forward, it's nice to hear that I'm still a beautiful woman at 41 years old. "Look, I appreciate the compliment but what we did was wrong and can't happen again."

"I understand, let's just pretend none of this happened." He says nonchalantly.

"Agreed."

The rest of the day and night went well. Tyler got home around 6pm and we had a nice family dinner. We watched some television and went to bed around 10pm. I tried to get some romance going in bed but Tyler wasn't having it, again. Another night of rejection and sexual frustration.

By the time I woke up the next morning, it was already 8am and Tyler wasn't in bed. As I pass by the bathroom in the hallway I hear the shower running and notice the door halfway open.

Tyler must be in the shower, wonder if he has to go to work...AGAIN?

As I barge in readying myself to ask him if he's leaving for work, I stop dead in my tracks. I was right, someone is taking a shower but it's not Tyler.... It's Jason. I quickly duck back behind the door and partly close it, waiting for him to scream.

Nothing...

He must not have seen me.

My mind tells me to shut the door and leave but my eyes have their own idea. I peak my head around the door and peer over to the glass shower, easily being able to see through it. Able to see Jason's toned body lathered with soap as he runs his hands over his chest. I watch as they make their way down to his limp manhood, giving it a few strokes with his slippery, soapy hands. My eyes stare as it grows a few inches while he lathers up the rest of his body.

I take a quick glance in both directions of the hallway, making sure nobody is watching me. I slide my right hand down my pajamas until it reaches my warm center. With my index and middle finger, I rub my clit while continuing to spy on him.

His hand now back to his semi-hard cock as he strokes it some more, seemingly really getting into the fun of things. He thrusts his hips back and forth into his own fist, almost mimicking having sex. He places his other hand up against the glass shower and leans into it, still thrusting into his other hand. As he picks up the pace, I do the same.

What are you doing? This is your son you're watching in the shower. This is so wrong, so taboo. Maybe that's why it turns me on so much. Why I get so hot watching him, thinking of him. Why I'm in the hallway with my hands down my pants, pleasuring myself while watching him pleasure himself.

I envision his hand being me, thrusting hard while I'm bent over for him in the shower. The warm water raining down over us as he ravages my body. His engorged rod, repeatedly sliding in and out of my velvet pink tunnel.

Oh yes, here it comes....

"STACY? ARE YOU UP YET?" Tyler yells from downstairs, interrupting me a split second before I would have climaxed.

Jason turns his head and looks at the bathroom door as I swiftly snap my head back, avoiding his gaze. I hastily make my way down the stairs, hoping Jason didn't catch me perving on him. My body still in "go" mode, needing to release itself.

"Hey, I was just heading down the stairs as you yelled up. Did you need something." I ask, walking into the kitchen.

"Yeah, I just wanted to let you know..."

I interrupt him, "Let me guess, you're heading to work on a Sunday?"

"Ummm, yeah."

"Okay, hopefully you have a good day." I say with an almost blank expression.

"You're not mad?"

"Nope."

He gave me this confused look and left for work. I honestly wasn't mad. I had other things on my mind. I cleaned up the mess he left from cooking himself breakfast and of course didn't bother cooking any for anyone else. After that I went back upstairs, passing Jason in the hallway.

"Hey, I'm heading over to a friend's house for a bit," He says.

"Ok sweetie, have fun," I say with a smile.

I grab some clothes from my bedroom. As I hear the front door open and close I realize I have the house to myself, again. I go into my closet and open up my private toy box. I pull out a realistic, seven-inch suction cup dildo.

I haven't used this in years. I'm alone in the house and horny as no other. Seems like the perfect time to put my little.....well not so little....friend to good use.

I take my clothes, toy and lube with me down the hall to the bathroom and shut the door. As soon as I walk in, I picture Jason behind the glass shower door. A slight tingle rushes between my legs. I smile and turn on the shower, adjusting the water temperature to the perfect warmth. As soon as I climb in, I suction the dildo to the tiled wall at just the right height. My hands lather up my hair and body, cleaning myself off before I satisfy my other womanly needs.

I turn the shower head so it's barely spraying me and squirt some lube into my hands. I place one hand to my clit and the other over the mounted dildo. While playing with myself I rub lube onto the fake penis, stroking it like it's real.

"Mmmmm, how does mommy's hand feel around your big cock?" I mumble under my breath. "I think it's time you put it to good use." Just whispering those words turned me on beyond belief.

I turn around and bend over, pushing my ass up to the dildo while gripping it with my hand to hold it in place. It slowly enters my sweet honey hole as I push back into it, stretching me open along the way. It's got some girth on it and it's been awhile since I've had anything that large inside of me, well anything at all really. I work it nice and slow at first, taking in a little more with each pass. The lube and my own juices coat the rubber cock allowing it to slide easily between my pussy lips. Once it's fully engulfed, I add some rhythm with a little more dirty talk.

"Oh baby, your cock feels so good inside of mommy. Want me to go a little faster?"

I don't even know why I'm talking dirty. It's definitely not something I normally do. On top of that, I'm by myself in the shower and talking about my own son nonetheless. So wrong, but at the same time, so damn sexy. I push myself into flesh like dildo, faster and harder while placing my hands on the glass wall in front of me for support. My ass cheeks slap the tile wall with each forceful push and I begin to take every inch of the wonderful toy.

That's when I notice Jason, standing in the doorway with his pants pulled down and his hand around his hard cock. The same exact spot I stood just a little earlier today. The only reason I notice him is through the mirror. Looking into the large bathroom mirror, I can slightly see him reflected in the corner. My heart skips a beat and my chest feels like it's on fire. Then something else crosses my mind.

I wonder if he was able to see me in the mirror earlier? He was looking in the same direction as I am now. He could have easily seen me. Was he putting on a show for me?

The entire time these thoughts are racing through my mind, my body never misses a beat. Still moving itself back and forth, fucking like there's no tomorrow. My eyes now locked to the mirror, watching Jason pump away. It makes me feel so desired and wanted. Without warning, my orgasm creeps up and explodes. I shut my eyes tight and let out a loud moan while the sensation takes over my body. My legs quiver and my muscles contract over the dildo as my ass cheeks stay firmly pressed to the tile. My heavy breathing slowly returns to normal as I open my eyes.

He's gone...

I blink a few times before my right mind returns to me and I lean forward, letting the rubber dick slowly slip out of my now satisfied pussy. I dry off, get dressed and put my toy away. I walk through the house looking for Jason, but he's nowhere to be found. He must have taken off again. I sit down on the couch and stare at the television's black screen, thinking about the past few days.

What has come over me?

Jason returned later on in the day but I didn't say a word to him. I acted like I never saw him and that everything was fine. He seemed to act the same. Tyler arrived home later that night, yet again. We all sat down to eat pizza that I ordered for dinner.

"I can't wait for our Colorado camping trip tomorrow," Jason says.

"Me too." I say.

"About that, the Lawrence case got an extension so I'll be swamped in work for another week."

"So, what are you getting at? You're canceling the camping trip?" I ask, while glaring at him.

"It's not like I have a choice, work calls." Tyler says before shoving another piece of pizza in his face.

"I'm busy at work too you know but I managed to take an entire week off so I could spend time with our son. You know, the person we only get to see a few times a year."

"My hands are tied." He snaps back

"What the fuck Tyler, I'm so tired of this. You never have time for anyone but yourself and work."

"We can discuss this later, when Jason isn't in the room," He says, glaring back at me.

I stand up, scooting my chair out with the back of my legs. "I don't care if he hears this or not, either you find a way to get the time off and spend it with your wife and son or you can just live at your office."

I march away from the table and up the stairs to my bedroom, slamming the door shut with one hand as I enter. As soon as I sit on the bed, the water works begin. I cover my face with both hands and just let go, weeping and sobbing. A rollercoaster of emotions takes over.

How can he just not care like that? His own son is home for only a short time and he won't even take time off to go on our annual family camping trip. What a jerk. He only cares for himself.
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