A Smothering Mother
Copyright© 2026 by TheNovleist2000
Chapter 2
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 2 - Melissa sits on her son's face to abort a panic attack.
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Heterosexual Fiction Incest Mother Son Humiliation Anal Sex First
Melissa woke up in the afternoon. She had completely forgotten about lunch, but the pizza box in the trash reassured her that he had ordered in. She didn’t dare linger in the kitchen, quickly grabbing something from the fridge, fearing that Junior might walk in.
As she climbed the stairs, she could hear him playing games in his room. Her motherly instincts told her he should be preparing for his finals, but the scolding would have to wait. First, she needed to work up the courage to even look him in the eyes.
Melissa was painfully aware of her pussy as she rummaged through the wardrobe, searching for something to wear. She decided to go for a massage, planning to speak with Junior briefly before avoiding him for the rest of the day.
The panties gave her a wedgie as she pulled them up. Instinctively, one hand went to adjust them, but she realised it didn’t matter under her jeans. Somehow, the small discomfort distracted her from the tingling between her legs, still throbbing from Josh Sr.’s attention last night and Josh Jr.’s mishap that morning.
Her face flushed, shamefully aware that she’d just involved her son in a sexual daydream. She shook it off, put on her bra, and pulled on a cute T-shirt. Did I really enjoy what he did to me? she thought. Would he understand if I explained that I did it to save his life?
Melissa knocked on his door before stepping inside. Seeing him at his desk, back turned to her, gave her the courage to proceed. She gently made him swivel around and patted the spot beside her on the bed, inviting him over so they could talk.
“‘Look,’ she began, fidgeting with the clutch in her hands as she searched for words.
He sat down, awkwardly crossing his legs in a futile attempt to conceal his erection. For a fleeting moment, she almost laughed, but her motherly instincts held her back. “Junior, there’s nothing to be embarrassed about...” Her voice softened, each word chosen carefully. “About having a boner.”
He immediately looked up at her, startled to hear such a blunt word from his mother after everything that had happened that morning.
“Yes, I can see you’re trying to hide it,” Melissa said, her tone gentle, before she made him uncross his legs.
“Sorry, mom,” he murmured, speaking for the first time since his mouth had been occupied for something far less innocent. “And what I did ... did...”
Melissa helped him out, a quiet relief filling her chest as she thought that they were rebuilding something resembling a normal relationship. “What happened this morning wasn’t your fault,” she assured him softly. “You were just being curious.”
Even as she spoke, her eyes betrayed her, occasionally drifting to the growing tent straining against his lap.
Lord, it was getting bigger, she thought. Didn’t he jerk off when she was sleeping? Her eyes darted to the trash can stuffed with tissues and the socks scattered around his bed--no doubt crusty with jizz.
He had no idea she knew. It wasn’t the first time she’d come across socks stiff with his cum or sheets marked with stains. And it was always her who hand-washed his underwear, scrubbing out the spots too stubborn for the washing machine to handle.
Melissa knew she had to get out--before he found his courage again, or before she herself lost control. Junior was the image of his father: tall, lanky, a touch shy. But in her gut she knew he had inherited more than just his looks; the same appetites, the same dangerous capacity simmered beneath his quiet exterior.
“Look, can you keep what happened today between us?” she said quietly. “Your father doesn’t need to know.”
“He won’t like it,” she added, letting the words linger like a veiled threat--just in case Junior ever thought of turning it against her.
She rose to her feet, ready to head for the door, but a pang of sympathy struck her as her eyes fell on the restless swell straining between his legs. She knew he had no girl to turn to for comfort, and she worried that this entire encounter might leave him with a lingering fear of girls.
She sighed, gears turning in her head as she came to a conclusion she hadn’t known she was capable of making. ‘Come, Junior, follow me.’
Melissa steered her car toward a different massage spot than the one she had planned earlier. Junior rode shotgun, sitting quietly, though she could tell he still didn’t quite understand why he suddenly needed a massage.
As they entered the shabby place, she slipped a couple of banknotes to the masseuse along with the price for a normal massage. The girl understood immediately, nodding and whispering to Melissa that she would give him the best happy ending he’d ever had.
Junior remained clueless as he went to his room, while Melissa walked toward her own, ready for a regular massage that would ease the tension in her muscles, which had been tight since yesterday.
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