Fixing My Loser Son

Chapter 1: Attraction

“Maybe I’m a sexist. I put so much pressure on my girls and let Gabe get away with everything.”

“That’s ridiculous, you can’t be sexist, you’re a woman.”

“I read an article that women have more implicit bias against women than men do.”

“Maybe it’s attraction.”

“Dana, that’s disgusting. That’s my son.”

So there I sat at lunch on what must have been the worst day of my life. I had called my lifelong friend Dana to help me sort out the revelation that my son was dropping out of community college after four years. He spent four years at a two-year school and dropped out! And then my best friend had the audacity to suggest my failure was because I was attracted to him!

“I’m sorry, Vick, but you know how you get when you like a guy, and your son is really handsome.”

She was right about those two things. All my son did was work out and he play video games. He was the best looking grown video game nerd in his mother’s basement you’ll ever find.

“OK, those things are true, but I’m not attracted to my son.”

“Yeah, it’s fine, just an idea.”

“Besides, I couldn’t be attracted to someone who just plays video games all day.”

“No, I know.”

“I mean, he’s a loser. I know better than to be attracted to a loser.”

Dana made a face. I changed my tone and said, “Oh come on, it’s been so long.”

“Vicky, it hasn’t. You haven’t dated since Bill, and he was a loser. And you doth protesteth too much.”

I ignored the bad rendition of Shakespeare and just said, “OK, I had bad taste in men and I’ve been off the market for sixteen years. But still Gabe is a loser and I don’t know where I went wrong.”

“Maybe you didn’t go wrong. I mean, we were older than Gabe.”

“Don’t talk about that. We don’t talk about that. And we had finished four year degrees. He dropped out of a two-year.”

“He’ll figure it out, he just needs the right push from you.”

“Yeah, kick him out. Get a job or get out.”

“I told you I don’t think that will work.”

“But what will?”

“I think you’ll find a way. Remember Damien shaped up after high school. Now two years of A’s at community college and he’ll live at home to go to State next year.”

“But what did you do?”

“I just gave him the support he needed. It won’t seem like it till he’s landed on his feet, but Gabe loves you. It sucks his dad died, but he loves you.”

I looked at Dana, the purple frames of her glasses reminding me how much wisdom was behind her beautiful, ageless face. I was still pretty, and probably didn’t look like I had just turned fifty, but I had lines to betray my middle age. Dana could pass for her twenties. Sometimes I took pride in having more muscle tone than her, but the truth was her pampered legs were just as sexy as mine.

“You know he doesn’t even really play those dumb video games?” I asked, as if trying to recover from the intensity of our earlier conversations.

“How do you mean?”

“It turns out Lizbeth writes code so he can basically cheat at the games.”

Dana laughed. “So she’s the one really playing and what does he do?”

“That’s what I say. Like it’s great he has something in common with his sister, or with any human really, but like, what’s the fun of playing? It’s not like he’s making money.”

“Maybe he just needs a kick away from those video games. He obviously has the leadership skills to make his sister cheat for him.”

I rolled my eyes. “She probably offered. She’ll take any excuse to do code.”

* * *

I went back to work, satisfied that I had had a nice lunch but frustrated that there wasn’t an answer. Dana was always so vague about her son; not even two years ago he had been as much of a loser as Gabe, but now he was getting good grades in community college and transferring to the local four-year in the fall with no desire to move out of the house. Dana would talk about how amazing he was and how much she loved him, but not much else. She used to worry about how mundane life with her husband was, but all that changed when Damien graduated and now Andrew just seemed to be part of the background. I just needed an ounce of wisdom, somewhere. I had raised my three kids alone for sixteen years, and all I knew how to do when my 22-year-old basically told me he was a failure was yell and scream about “what are you going to do?” I guess I could look on the bright side: Rachel was doing great in college, and while Lizbeth’s grades weren’t so hot, she was already so good at code that she could probably make a ton of money today if a tech company found her.

I sat at my desk for a few minutes just trying to think about where to go. The lawyers I worked with were nice enough to me, but they were jerks at heart and had no interest in their paralegal’s personal life. I think they were always worried about saying the wrong thing to the young widow. My mom was more useless than me as a parent, and my dad was generally unreachable since my mom kicked him out ten years ago. My kids’ other grandparents were deadbeats, worse than Gabe. My sister thought she was hot stuff childless in New York and rarely made appearances anymore. I guess I had to just wing it on Dana’s advice.

I had enough easy work that afternoon to distract myself a little from the morning’s revelation and I mostly forgot about Dana’s perverted accusation. I left work right at five and came straight home. I shouted that I was home and got no response. Rachel would be home from college in two weeks; she would have greeted me. I figured Gabe might have left to avoid me, otherwise he would have greeted me just to assuage my earlier anger. Before I had even closed the door, I saw Lizbeth on the couch with her nose buried in her laptop.

I went over to her and said, “Take off your glasses, you’ll need reading glasses when you’re my age.”

She pulled her glasses off with one hand and said, “Focusing.”

“Too focused to just say ‘hi’ to your mother when she’s ten feet away?” No answer. “Where’s Gabe?”

“Basement. Where else.”

“Cheating at video games with your code?”

“They’re scripts.”

I took a deep breath. Behind that computer genius persona, Lizbeth was a regular teenager. Short answers, knowing everything. She had turned 18 a week and a half prior and was wrapping up her junior year of high school. I had held her back from kindergarten because I thought she needed to develop socially, but living in her own world was just who she was. She often forgot to do homework or study for tests because she was writing code, or scripts or whatever, so her grades were pretty humble. She was pretty, thin, taller than me or her sister, but really just absorbed into her computer. She kept her hair short and had no consistency to her dress, sometimes in a baggy shirt and jeans but other times dressed like a corporate executive or a woman on the prowl. I often thought that she was a lesbian and a few times Rachel had wondered the same thing to me, but she went to most of the dances with scrawny boys from one of the school nerd groups.

I went down to the basement, my high heels announcing my presence from the top of the stairs. I couldn’t believe Gabe. He saw how mad I was that morning, and he had the audacity to just act like everything was normal. I would have had more respect for him if he had avoided me, but instead he showed just how little he understood about life by continuing to play those dumb games.

He was standing up at the TV messing with some chords. The dummy didn’t even care that I was coming downstairs. He was in nothing but his boxers, a weird contrast to my grey skirt suit with a green blouse and patent leather heels. He must have worked out recently, his hair was a little damp at the edges. I looked across his muscles and Dana’s words rang in my head, “Maybe it’s attraction.” The words were in her voice but not the tone she had used, slower, softer, maybe even seductive. I blocked her out of my mind and tried to ignore the fact that a muscular 22-year-old was standing in front of me in his underwear.

“We need a new TV, the cables fall out of this one,” he said.

“Do you really think that’s a smart way to greet me, today of all days?” I asked.

He turned around and faced me. I clenched my neck to keep from staring at his chest. “Hi, Mom,” he said.

“I’m sorry I got so mad this morning. But we need to figure this out.”

“Mom, I’ll figure it out. It’ll be fine,” he said, standing to face me.

I collected myself and calmly answered, “Gabe, I see a grown man, no job, no education, playing video games in his mom’s basement, wearing nothing but his underwear, asking his mom for a new TV. I can’t let you live off me forever, but I want to work with you to find what you need.”

“Fine, I’ll get a job or something, whatever you want.”

I stepped towards him. “Honey, I need to know what you need. There must be some reason you’re not motivated.”

“No reason, just school’s so boring.”

“Just tell me what you need,” I said in my sweetest voice. “I’ll do anything for you, give you whatever you want.”

He gazed into my eyes for a moment then abruptly turned and spun to sit on the couch. As he protested that everything was fine, I realized that as he was sitting down, I had seen a bulge in his boxers. And now he was sitting with his arm somewhat across his lap as if to hold down an erection. Was he turned on by me saying I’d do anything? Was he really such a pervert to think that “anything” meant ANYTHING?

Why had I said that the way I did?

Dana’s face appeared in my mind. The purple of her glasses had changed to red, and the shape pointed a bit more to give her the sexy librarian look. Her perfectly glossed lips slowly whispered “Attraction.”

I told Gabe to dress before dinner and went up to start cooking.

* * *

I discreetly poured myself a glass of scotch and shot it. A few of my lawyers would have had an aneurysm for that, but I had no other liquor and I was so mad. At least I told myself I was mad. My head was also spinning about what Dana had said, and how my son was triggering her image in my mind. Maybe, I thought to myself as I felt the scotch take effect, I was attracted to Dana. She was certainly wrong about being attracted to Gabe: even if he wasn’t a slob, I could never be attracted to my own children. Dana and I didn’t talk about our wild past, but we’d been in plenty of threesomes and even orgies. The only reason we had never had one-on-one lesbian sex, in my mind, was fear for our friendship. Somehow having a guy there created enough distance that we couldn’t ruin anything. Maybe those feelings were coming back. After all, the thoughts were about her.

And attraction to Dana is safer than attraction to my son.

* * *

Gabe sat down to dinner, decent as instructed. But then Lizbeth came padding in wearing just panties and a cropped t-shirt, clearly without a bra. Rachel and I were well-endowed enough, but Lizbeth got the tits of the family. Now her nipples were poking through the thin fabric of her crop-top. “Lizbeth, what are you wearing?” I scolded.

“Jeans are too tight to wear all day,” she complained.

“Well you need clothes for dinner,” I shot back.

“You wear this all the time,” she inaccurately noted.

“Plus yours is sexier,” Gabe offered to his sister.

“Don’t objectify your sister or any woman,” I said. “And I dress for bed with sleepshirts that cover my ass. Now go put on some pants.”

“Ooo, you got Mom to use a driving word,” Gabe teased, pointing out my tendency to only swear when in traffic. And during sex, but they don’t know that. I could barely wait until Rachel was back so I could have at least one kid not trying to make my life difficult.

“Guess I really better go then,” Lizbeth laughed as she turned. I watched her body sway as she walked off. Her striped panties accentuated her tight butt, half her cheeks exposed and the fabric just slightly going into her crack. Men – and women – would be all over her if she could dress consistently.

A vision of Dana came to me, holding me from behind and whispering into my ear, “She’s so sexy now.”

Gabe’s voice snapped me out of it. “Dang, you didn’t even cus when you heard I dropped out.”

Too soon. “Shut the fuck up, bitch,” I snapped. “You can’t bum off your mom and be an asshole, you have to choose.”

He didn’t respond and started eating. Lizbeth came in wearing flannel pants. “I wanted shorts, really short ones,” my vision of Dana groaned into my imaginary ear. “Those legs,” she whispered. I was definitely aroused, I could feel the juices flow onto my panties.

“Weird vibe in here,” Lizbeth said.

“Your brother dropped out of school.”

“Yeah,” Lizbeth affirmed, “That was pretty clear from the yelling this morning.”

I ate. I was still aroused, I must have developed a thing for Dana, I told myself. I preferred men sexually but I was attracted to women, and Dana was as attractive as they come. Our connection was so deep. If lesbian marriage had been legal in the 90s, maybe Dana would have been the one. She was the one who talked about incest, not me. And now my brain was reconciling my attraction to her with her comment on my son. I would need another glass of scotch after the kids scattered. And I might need to masturbate to Dana tonight. When was the last time I had masturbated? That scotch was working, and so was cussing out Gabe. Dinner was awkward, yet so peaceful.

* * *

I pounded another scotch, cleaned the kitchen, and watched TV in my room, still wearing my blouse and skirt. I was just so exhausted, and the urge to touch myself had subsided. Around 9:30, I realized that I was still angry, my teeth were clenching and my heart rate was elevated. I had just transferred my anger to all the anger-inducing things on TV. So I went down and took another glass of scotch, sipping this one more slowly to try to relax for bed.

As relaxed as I was going to be, I returned to my room and stripped off my blouse and skirt, then hung them in my closet. I looked at myself in my full-length mirror, just my lacy bright green panties and a matching bra. “These panties are sexy,” I thought to myself. I ran my hand over them, feeling my bush pressing against the lace. The feeling on my hand was so sensual. “Dana would like me in these,” I thought, and gripped my vulva through the panties. I groaned. “She would love the feel on her hand,” I thought.

I stumbled over to my bed, unhooking my bra along the way. I laid myself down spread eagle and resumed touching myself over my panties. I fantasized of Dana laying next to me, her hand doing what mine was, kissing my neck and caressing my breast. I moved my other hand to my breast and softly grazed my hardened nipple. Then I put my hand under my panties and my image of Dana was delicately licking my clit. I was getting close quickly, rubbing my clit quickly with short dips into my hole, like Dana had once done with her tongue during a three way.

Suddenly my vision widened and we were in a three way. Dana was eating me and her son Damien was taking her from behind. “So wrong,” I moaned, but the feeling on my womanhood became more intense. It wasn’t me, it wasn’t my son, it was Dana getting fucked dirty like she likes. I swallowed deeply as my head tried to resist playing what my body wanted, but that only added to my fantasy. There was a cock in my mouth, Dana was eating me while getting fucked by her son, and as she brought me to orgasm, I was sucking some guy off. And suddenly that guy flashed clear in my thoughts – Gabe, my own son. My brain screamed to stop, this was wrong, this was the alcohol making me a pervert, but my body demanded to continue, I was so close, almost there, and as I pursed me lips, my son’s imaginary cock felt so good down my throat. Then there was Lizbeth, in the same outfit from before dinner, in my doorway with a hand down her panties, watching her mom and the woman who was like her aunt be taken by their sons for her first sexual experience. I had to stop, but I couldn’t, not when I was so close. Suddenly Rachel was behind Lizbeth, cupping her free swinging breasts and moaning to her mom being the center of an incestuous orgy.

I came before I could stop. I came hard, sliming my fingers and staining my panties. Gabe was filling my mouth with thick, sticky cum, Dana was drinking my juices as her pussy sucked her son’s fertile young sperm deep toward her unprotected cervix. Lizbeth’s legs were giving out in what I imagined was her first-ever orgasm, as Rachel held her up and encouraged her to cum hard for Mommy. I was spent, embarrassed, ashamed. I was also ashamed that Rachel didn’t get off in my fantasy. And so I was touching myself again, Rachel was straddling my face and Damien was inside me showing Gabe the proper way to fuck his mother. Rachel took her brother into her mouth so he could be pleasured while we fucked and Dana pulled Lizbeth onto her lap to show her the pleasures of being masturbated by another woman. No sooner had the vision come to my mind was I cumming again. I passed out.

Chapter 2: Surprise Lovers

I woke up completely naked, still over the covers. The sun was rising. My soaked panties were on my pillow next to me. I felt so good. I guess I was a little buzzier than I had thought, having those fantasies. But that was one time, harmless. I came hard and now I felt really good after a lousy day prior.

I thought about showering but decided that I felt too good. I went to my closet and brushed my hair into place, then looked for clothes. I saw my red skirt suit, one I rarely wore. It seemed so right. The skirt was as short as possible without being too slutty for work, and the jacket was long for a woman’s suit, accentuating my legs and how short the skirt was. I felt so good putting the suit on over a black blouse and with no panties. I would just be at my desk all day so I decided to go au naturel under there. I pulled on my highest pair of black pumps and picked up my panties just in case a kid decided to snoop in my room. They were still soaked. Something came over me and I sniffed them, and the smell transported me to a forgotten memory of the night. I had masturbated a third time, smelling my panties in the process. I couldn’t remember much else.

I went downstairs to pack a lunch, where Lizbeth was eating cereal. “You OK mom?” she asked.

“I feel great,” I answered. “Why?”

“It was just weird seeing you go to the bathroom topless last night.”

My memory came back. I had woken up to pee and just stumbled across the hall without thinking about it. And Lizbeth had seen me and asked the same thing, and I had mumbled that I just needed to pee. “Yeah,” I answered, “Sorry about that. I had a scotch that made me hot. And I didn’t think anyone’d see me. I guess it also clouded my judgement.”

“It’s OK,” she said. “I didn’t mind.”

Why would she say she didn’t mind? I thought to myself. But the memory came back, after peeing was when I had masturbated again. I had taken off my panties to sniff them, heighten the fantasy of Dana. Except it wasn’t Dana, it was Lizbeth because I had orally pleasured my other two kids and not her.

“I probably shouldn’t drink more than one scotch in an evening,” I said to Lizbeth, ostensibly to Lizbeth about our strange encounter, but really to myself because of my night of incestuous fantasy. I shook it off, packed my lunch, and left for work.

* * *

I felt so slutty spending all day in a short skirt, high heels, and no underwear. The day was mundane, neither good nor bad, but the dirty feeling and the carryover from my three-orgasm night (or maybe more that I don’t remember) left me in a great place. Gabe and Lizbeth were easier that evening, we had a pleasant dinner, and all in all the day wasn’t bad.

Something got into me right before bed, though, and I brought up a glass and the bottle of scotch. This time I drank way to much, much too quickly. I woke up in the morning remembering nothing but that I had wanted to recreate the previous night’s good feelings and had taken the bottle upstairs. A lot was gone and I was hung over. I couldn’t remember the last time I was so relieved for Friday. The only saving grace was that I’m usually horny when I’m hung over but this time I wasn’t. Boyfriends used to hate that about me, because we’d usually be hung over together.

I wore flats, which I knew was my tell that I had drunk too much, but if I could keep a low profile, no one would notice. I don’t know if anyone did, but my work certainly suffered. I snuck out a little before three to relax at home.

I pulled up to the driveway and saw Lizbeth was already home from school. She and Gabe shared that car, but he hadn’t woken up to take her to school since, I don’t know, maybe ever. All he needed was our dumbbells and his video games. I was too hung over to announce my presence, so I made my way to the basement. They would normally hear me in heels, but in flats I was silent as a cat.

So when I arrived in the basement den for the shock of my life, they had no idea I was there. They must have assumed they would hear me. But no, there was Gabe, in just his boxers, penis out receiving a blow job from his clothed youngest sister. I froze in shock. I didn’t know whether to start screaming at them or run away, so instead I just watched. Gabe was groaning, “Oh yeah, that’s it, come on, oh God.” I think he was close because he started bucking and said aggressively, “That’s it, take it all, you’re gonna take all my cum. Argh!”

He threw his head back and was obviously cumming. I watched his body thrusting into his sister’s face and felt the ache in my vagina. I was so jealous of his beautiful body getting so much pleasure at the hands of another. He finished and I watched Lizbeth slide her mouth off of his softening cock. Glistening with her saliva and maybe some of his cum, a little voice in my proclaimed that I wanted to make it hard again, watch him grow and inspect to see if his member was as perfect as the rest of his body.

“I still can’t swallow everything,” Lizbeth said.

“It’s OK,” Gabe responded, “Guys like seeing a little cum on your face. Especially when you lick it off.”

I couldn’t see Lizbeth’s face, but I didn’t stick around. I silently moved back upstairs and left no trace that I was ever in the house. I got in my car and, wishing I had bought a hybrid, pulled out of the driveway and got myself around the corner.

I pulled over and collected my thoughts. I told myself that I shouldn’t have stood and watched, but I was in shock, I had an excuse. I was turned on but not by my son, just by witnessing an orgasm. That was normal for me, to get turned on by orgasms from people I wasn’t attracted to. How could they be doing this? This was disgusting. How long? Did Rachel know?

What had Gabe done with Rachel?

No, Rachel would have told me. I called Dana, no answer. I texted her, “I’m coming over.” I didn’t wait for a response and just drove to her house. She worked from home Wednesdays and Fridays. I gripped the steering wheel tightly to keep my feelings of anger and lust to a minimum. I was angry at them for committing incest, I told myself. The lust is just the response to seeing an orgasm. There was no way that the lust was for Gabe, or that the anger was that it was Lizbeth and not me.

That little voice said that’s exactly what it was.

I got to Dana’s, texted her, and still with no response rang her bell. She took a minute but eventually opened the door, wearing just her signature purple framed glasses and a short silk robe, white with black trim. “Come in, what’s wrong?” she said as she answered the door.

“Can we sit on your couch?” I asked.

“Sure, do you need a drink?”

“Just water, I’m pretty hung over.”

I led myself to the couch and she brought me a glass of water. I took a long sip then said, “I just caught Elizbeth giving Gabe a blow job.”

“Oh my God.”

“I don’t even know what to do, or think, or anything.”

“What did you do?”

“I just stood in shock, then came here.”

“So did they see you?”

“No. Maybe they heard my car. I hope not.”

Dana paused while I stared at the floor in front of her coffee table. Finally she said, “Well you can stay here as long as you need.”

I collapsed onto her shoulder and softly cried. “This has been the worst week ever,” I said.

She hugged me and said, “You’ve had worse weeks, this will all get better. We’ll find a way to make this better.”

“No,” I wept. “Bill dying was a relief. Gabe and Lizbeth can’t go back. Who knows how he’s fucked her up.”

Dana held me for a minute then kissed the top of my head. I lifted myself up and looked her in the eye. “Kiss me again,” I said.

She gave me a soft kiss on my cheek. “Part of it was you,” I told her.

“Me?”

“When you said I might be attracted to Gabe. Something came over me.”

“So are you jealous of Lizbeth?” she asked.

“No, I’m jealous of Andrew,” I said.

“Vicky…” As I interrupted her, she looked up past me toward the door.

“Kiss me like you used to,” I said. “We said it was show for the guys, but it never was for me.”

“I can’t, I’m married now.” Her eyes darted past me again and she held the look for a moment.

“Just a kiss, because you’re my best friend and I need a loving touch.”

She pulled me in and kissed me on the lips. She kissed slowly but held me tight. I could feel the passion in her slow movements. Our lips parted and our tongues found each other, sliding together like the tide over the sand of a quiet bay. I wanted the kiss to last forever, and though Dana’s lips told me the same, I wanted more before she had second thoughts. I lightly pushed her back onto the couch, breaking our kiss as she followed my lead. She let her robe fall open and I spread the fabric to finish exposing her naked body. I so badly wanted to explore the length of her body, slowly savor every inch of her, but my hormones were raging with desire to give oral sex – maybe I was jealous of my daughter. I lifted my knees to the couch and ran my tongue across Dana’s exposed clit. She wanted me as badly as I wanted her. And we both knew to hurry, not knowing when Andrew or Damien might come home. She smelled different, yet the same. I clamped my mouth over her vulva and drove my tongue deep into her. The taste was unmistakable.

“You’re freshly fucked,” I said, feeling the mix of male semen and female lubrication in my mouth.

“Yes, I’m sorry,” she moaned. “Don’t stop.”

Things started to make sense. The robe, not answering my call or text. But how long? How could she not tell me?

“You hid this from me.”

“I’m so sorry, I love you and can’t let you know how depraved I am.”

I just looked down at her used femininity then up to her eyes. She was looking at me with a face of lust. She spoke, “I’m a nasty whore, but I know you love that flavor. Be my birth control and eat him out of me.”

I felt a river flow out of my own vagina. Part of me was shaken, betrayed. Yet my body wanted the adulterous semen to dance on my tongue, taste the man who’d disgraced my best friend and clean her pussy to make her mine again. I bent over and slid my tongue inside her again, focusing not on her pleasure but on tonguing her as deeply as possible. And she was right, the taste was heavenly. Her moans were heavenly. My aching clitoris and sopping birth canal were heavenly. For a moment I thought nothing could be better.

“You’re eating me so good,” she cried. “Oh my God, you’re so good. He wants you. He wants you while you eat me.

I straightened my back and stuck my ass in the air. My brain didn’t need to register that her paramour was still in the house, everything felt so natural. And then I felt my skirt being lifted, my soggy panties being pulled down over my spread thighs. I moaned into Dana’s cunt as the cock that made this delicious cum entered me. Oh to have my walls stretched again! Dana was crying out, clearly close. She squealed, “That’s it baby, make her a slut like you made me,” and then moaned loudly.

She was close to a huge orgasm. I could tell, her gyrations, her desperate screams. I bucked back into my mystery lover as he fucked me like the animal I’d become. I knew when Dana came she’d make me come. Then the cock inside me could finish however he wanted to. And then everything happened, Dana was thrashing wildly as the flavor of cum became the flavor of her juices, I was clenching over the foreign cock while shivers and hormones crashed through my body. I wanted to scream Dana’s name but I couldn’t stop drinking her amazing nectar. And then Dana was still again, and I was lazily making out with her clit. She coaxed on our lover, “That’s it baby, cum inside her. Put that seed where you want, I know your hot cum could knock her up but I’ll eat every drop out of her.”

The promise of Dana returning the favor heightened my arousal again. He’d just taken Dana, maybe he’d last long enough to give me another release. But then he was grunting, slamming into me like a jackhammer, and with an aggressive groan he stopped thrusting and I felt the firing of his sperm into my depths.

Dana had stood up so I melted into the couch. I needed to be finished again but I also felt amazing. I felt our mutual lover sit back on the couch across my legs. He deserved to relax after such a performance, and if I was going to lay across the couch, he could sit over me. Dana, as if cognizant of my situation, ran a finger over my swollen clit. I moaned and she sweetly told me, “Roll over hun, I’m gonna eat you and get taken just like you were.”

I groaned and pulled my legs under me so that I could assume the position Dana had just been in. As I did so, Dana continued, “And you relax so those beautiful balls can fill up again. You’re going to need all your energy when you fuck Mommy.”

My eyes widened and my head snapped to see for the first time who had just filled me. It wasn’t a game, there sat Damien, naked and smugly basking in the afterglow of his ejaculation. “Damien?!” I exclaimed.

“That’s right baby,” Dana cooed as she moved between my legs and pulled off my ruined underwear. “That young energy and his passion for Mommy keep me so satisfied.”

“Dana, this is twisted,” I said. I was frozen in place so she was positioned on her knees to eat me out. And for her son to take her.

“Don’t worry baby,” Dana continued. “I see your sexy clitty still wants me.”

She ran her tongue across my clit. I tried to hold back but the feeling was too strong. I wanted to continue my objection, but my body gave me no choice. My fantasy of Dana’s black hair between my legs was coming true, but I couldn’t watch her because so was the darker part. Damien was positioning himself behind his mother, looking me in the eyes and locking me into a stare that I couldn’t break. “You’re going to love this motherfuck,” he said to me. “I know how dirty you and my mom really are.”

I could only stare back at him. Dana had me paralyzed, my body was shivering from her, my breathing was labored. I didn’t want to feel good but I did, Dana was an expert cunt licker and I loved the sight of a young man about to fuck a much older woman. I didn’t care that they were mother and son. No, I loved that they were mother and son. He kept his eyes on me as he entered his mom. The image was as pleasurable as if he were entering me. I fought to keep my eyes open as my body heightened to complete ecstasy from head to toe, through my agape mouth, my hardened tits, my stomach, my vagina, my legs. “Take off that shirt and show me those tits,” he ordered me once I had some control of my face again.

I silently unbuttoned my blouse, still starting at the beautiful face of a man filling his mother. I flipped the blouse open, unable to lift myself to remove anything, then pulled my bra over my tits. “I’ve wanted those tits for so long,” Damien growled.

I hadn’t felt this slutty since my incident. Before. I loved it. I only wished I had worn heels to complete my whorish position. Skirt up, blouse open, tits out, fucked by her best friend and her son. The next thing blurted out of my mouth. “Better fuck your mother good if you want more of them.”

He groaned loudly and closed his eyes. I threw my head back and gave a moan of my own. “Oh God Dana” I cried, “You’re better than ever. Eat me you dirty whore. Eat your son’s spunk out of me!”

I started screaming, ready to go over the edge, periodically shouting encouragement to Dana. I tried to hold back, savor the moment, but I couldn’t. I was cumming, and I shouted, “That’s it baby, you’re making me cum! Your nasty mouth and depraved son are making me cum! Ooohhh…”

And Damien started grunting his orgasm, Dana was moaning into my bush, everyone was in on our mutual orgasm. He had recovered so quickly. No wonder Dana couldn’t resist him. “Oh, fuck me!” I screamed as my body crashed and the three of us finished in bliss.

As if knowing what I was thinking, Dana sat up and opened her legs for me, her creampie on display. “Look how much cum,” she said to me, “On his third in a row.”

I glanced at her still-hot pussy then looked deep into her eyes. “Amazing,” I said.

Chapter 3: Issues

Dana stood and gave her son a passionate kiss on the lips. “He’ll be home soon,” she said.

“I want her to be my next,” he said.

I didn’t understand, he had already fucked me. “That’s her choice, she has a son of her own. Go on,” Dana said to him. What? What kind of thing were they into? Well I guess incest, but still a strange statement. Then she said to me, “Let’s go to the den.”

I stood and Dana grabbed her robe. I didn’t straighten my clothes except to slip my shoes off. I hated wearing flats when I felt sexy. Dana grabbed my panties and said “My souvenir,” with a smile. I smiled back and said they were ruined anyway.

My skirt fell into place as we walked down and I stripped off my bra. I didn’t want to cover myself, and the bra was just in an awkward place. Down in her den, Dana said to me, “I thought so many times about telling you, but I just couldn’t bring myself to it.”

“I still don’t know what to make of anything,” I said. “I feel so good, that was so hot. But it’s like everyone around me is doing incest.”

“I don’t know, it’s not all bad. Lizbeth and Gabe is scary, I don’t know what’s going on there. But me and Damien, remember how I said I gave him the support he needed?”

“So having sex with your son turned his life around?”

“Our lives. He dominates me, I’m completely subservient to him. I get the strong man I’ve been needing and he gets the power and love that was missing.”

“Does Andrew know?”

“No. He’s so disconnected from everything. I see pics online of women with their sons that they send to their exes, I kind of hope he leaves me so I can do that.”

“Who knew you had this in you,” I said. She shrugged and I continued. “Who knew I’d be so OK with it.”

“Once you’ve been a part of mother-son sex, you wonder why we try to stop it.”

“So is that why you suggested that I was attracted to Gabe?”

“Maybe. But I really thought it was possible.”

“I guess it’s possible.”

“You know you said you ‘caught Elizabeth and Gabe’ earlier. She gets her full name but he’s the one who might be doing something wrong.”

“He is doing something wrong, the question is if Lizbeth is a victim or a perpetrator. But with the names, I think I just have internal bias.”

“But you think you’re attracted to me?”

“Yes,” my voice trailed off.

Her tone was inquisitory, almost accusatory. “Why? After all these years, all we’ve been through.”

I took a deep breath. “I masturbated to you after our lunch.”

“Don’t seduce me. I’m Damien’s whore, but I don’t know if I can resist.”

“I didn’t mean that. I… I thought about you the whole time, but not just you. It was you eating me, then Damien taking you just like we were on the couch, then Gabe in my mouth, then Lizbeth, then Rachel too. All of you. An incest orgy in my head. I couldn’t control it. I didn’t want it, but I needed it.”

“God, I need a quickie before Andrew gets home. Want to join?”

I considered for a moment. Then I started to button my blouse and said, “Yes, but I have to deal with my shit.”

She stood up and we walked upstairs. “Kiss before I go?” I asked.

“I need Damien’s permission. I’ll ask him after he fills me. Love you.”

“Love you too,” I said, and left as Dana walked up another set of stairs to her young lover.

* * *

At home I found Lizbeth glued to her laptop, as usual. I made her step away from the computer and talk to me face to face. “Is everything OK?” I asked.

“Yeah.”

“Do you feel safe?”

“Yes,” she said with a long vowel, as if to tell me I was ridiculous.

“You would tell me if you felt unsafe?”

“Yeah Mom, I’m not nine. I’m eighteen, this is a conversation for dumb kids.”

I ignored her. Her protest actually made me wonder if there was something dangerous about her relationship with her brother. “So you didn’t feel unsafe when you saw me the other night?”

“No, I sleep naked too sometimes,” she claimed as if that was obvious.

“And if anyone else made you unsafe, you would tell me, or you would tell someone at school.”

“Yes Mom, can I go now?”

I let her go. So maybe Gabe wasn’t abusing her, I couldn’t know. I just had to be vigilant until I knew how to confront him. So I spent the evening fighting my hangover and lurking, making sure I knew if they were getting close to each other. I stayed up as late as I could with my TV low, and after Lizbeth’s door closed I unsuccessfully contemplated a way to rig her door to wake me if opened. I fell asleep but forced myself up early. I peeked into Gabe’s room, he was asleep under the covers. They didn’t look shared. Hopefully nothing had happened.

Dana called me a few minutes after eight. “Andrew’s playing tennis later this morning,” she told me in a low voice. “We want you to come over.”

“I’ve got to figure out this thing with the kids,” I said as softly as I could.

She pled with me and I insisted I couldn’t, no matter how badly I wanted to. She didn’t give up though, and texted me through the morning. By the time Lizbeth was up just before ten, Dana had sent me pictures of her glistening sex, her son’s magnificent cock, and her tits pulled out of the red dress she was wearing.

I was glued to my phone. With Lizbeth up, I made sure that she had a good night’s rest, and again she seemed annoyed that I was asking so intently about how she was doing. But really I just wanted to see what more Dana could send, the erotic things she could show me of her life with her son. I wanted to masturbate, but I had to watch for my own son.

He got up just past 10:30 and my phone buzzed as he walked down to the basement. Sure that he was gone, I checked the phone and it was Damien jacking his huge dick in a mirror, using his left hand to take the picture. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. For a moment I wondered what Gabe looked like jacking off. Dana captioned “He can barely control himself thinking about u cumming over.” I could barely control myself. Several minutes later, she sent me a picture of herself that Damien must have taken. She was in a short red dress and sky-high strappy stilettos. She pushed her ass out a bit to show how short her skirt was and how much cleavage she had. “Damien can hardly resist ripping this dress off, but I need you here to watch.”

That was too much for me. I put on a tight pair of jeans that came to my ankles, a pair of grey pumps, and a tight, black tank top. I put a pair of panties in my purse but wore none. I took a slutty selfie licking my lips and sent it to Dana with the note “Can’t resist anymore.” I told Lizbeth I was going to brunch with Dana and left. A little voice in me told me to worry what my kids would be up to, but a louder voice told me how amazing it’d be if Damien fucked me in the ass while Dana fisted me.

I got to the house and Dana greeted me with a loving kiss on the lips. She was wearing the outfit from the pictures. “Where’s Damien?” I asked.

She held her arms around my neck and explained. “He gave me permission to kiss you. But we can only have sex with him.” Then she locked my arm and we started upstairs. “He’s changing the sheets, we always change the sheets on my marriage bed so that our sex is the first thing to spoil them. Usually I do it but he said I could greet you. He’s so good to me.”