Chapter 2

The next few days were a blur. I was in shock and filled with a fear that my mother would somehow uncover the same secret I had. I avoided her as much as was possible but when I did see her I couldn’t help but stare at her lips as she spoke to me. I struggled to listen to what she would say. I was transfixed watching her lips move and remember how they felt wrapped around my dick. As the days passed and and anxiety levels started to reduce, I couldn’t help but realize how attractive my mother is. It wasn’t something I’d ever contemplated before seeing how she is my mom and all, but she keeps herself in great shape. I started to see her in a new light, not just as a mom, my mom, but as a woman.

On Friday evening I was in my room playing video games. If truth be told, I was hiding from my mom and also from my thoughts. I’d been doing that a lot. But then there was a knock at my bedroom door.

“Sweetie, it’s me. Can I come in?” My mom sounded concerned. “I guess so.” I replied.

She opened the door and looked at me with a worried look on her face. She sat on my bed and patted the space next to her with her hand.

“Come here. We need to talk. I’ve hardly seen you all week. What’s the matter?”

I did as she asked and she put her arm around me and gave me a sideways hug. A tingle rushed through my whole body and I felt butterflies in the pit of my stomach. I didn’t know how to react but something did know. My dick was rock hard again. I had to shift uncomfortably to prevent it from being noticeable.

“See. You’re squirming away from me. What’s going on with you, Sweetie?”

I didn’t know how to reply. I couldn’t very well tell her the truth that I was wracked with guilt that we’d committed incest and that it was also the most pleasurable experience of my life. That I was ashamed and horny in her presence in equal measure. That I was afraid to talk in case she recognized that it was my voice from the gloryhole or that I would accidentally say too much. But I was backed into a corner now, I was going to have to say something.

Finally, I came up with: “I’ve got some girl troubles, that’s all”.

“Oh, your sister was right! Anything you feel like sharing with me? I’m a good listener. I could give you some advice from a woman’s perspective?” she said as she ruffled my hair.

“ ... No, I think I’ll try and handle it on my own” I stammered.

“OK,” Mom replied as she stood up “But you let know if there’s anything I can do for you”. And then she kissed me on my cheek before turning and leaving my room.

I was frozen to the spot. The feeling of her lips brought back flashbacks from last weekend. My heart was racing and I could feel the blood pumping through my body. How was I going to manage to keep this a secret? But I had to!

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The next morning I woke up in a cold sweat. I’d been dreaming about the gloryhole again and the special surprise that my Mom had promised. Obviously I’d decided that I could never visit the sex club again for fear of bumping into her there and even more obviously I was not going to visit today to discover what the surprise she had in store for me was. My plan was to fill my day with wholesome activities to keep my mind away from having unnatural thoughts about my mother. I told myself I’d go for a long run, have a cold shower, read a book, that sort of thing. But first I needed some breakfast, so I headed down the hall towards the kitchen and it was then that I heard it. That deep, guttural grunt followed by a higher pitched squeal – the unmistakable sounds of sex. It was coming from my sister Riley’s room.

I’d have to pass by her door to get to the kitchen. As I walked past I noticed her door wasn’t fully closed and I couldn’t help but glance inside. Riley was on her hands and knees on her bed while being roughly from behind. I didn’t recognize the man but then I could never keep up with Riley’s stream of boyfriends. She was facing my direction but looking down, her face was obscured by her long blonde hair. Her breasts jiggled upon every thrust in sync with her whimpering. I knew I shouldn’t keep watching but I couldn’t help myself as I took in the primal scene in front of me. Her hair, her breasts, her pert ass, her face, her lips, her blue eyes – staring at me. Staring at me!

Her look of surprise quickly gave way to something else. Not anger but lust. She was biting her lower lip as she stared at me. Watching me watch her.

“Fuck me! Fuck me harder!” she spat out. Her eyes never moving from me.

The man did as he was told and picked up the pace. The slapping noises, the grunts, the moans of pleasure filled my ears. It felt like an eternity with her gaze fixed upon me but it was probably only a few minutes. He started to jerk, thrusting slower but deeper before slumping over her back, spent of his load. He rolled over to his side. Riley sat back onto her bed, never taking her eyes from me, lay on her back and spread her legs. Her pussy was clean shaven and I could see how red and engorged it was after the pounding it had endured. She spread her pussy lips with her fingers and I watched as his sperm slowly dripped out of her. What a site! What had I just witnessed?!