A Mother's Awakening Ch. 02byFracture56©
*Edited- I put single quotes around internal thoughts. I didn't realize the italicize didn't translate over. Sorry for the annoyance. Let me know if it's need more work.*
The continuing adventures of Dr. Sharon Wilson.
Sharon opened her son Brent's door without knocking. The door creaked alarmingly startling Brent. He sat up straight covering his crotch with one arm and turning his chair away from the door his computer screen flashing bright colors and naked flesh. Sharon froze in her tracks as the realization of what her son had been doing came crashing down on her. She stood there for what felt like forever, though in reality was more like four seconds, not knowing what to do or say. "I wanted to thank you for fixing dinner." Sharon managed to say in a breathless voice before she turned and fled the room.
Sharon ran down the hall into her bedroom and shut the door firmly behind herself. Cursing herself for what she had just done. Sharon had more than guessed what Brent might have been doing in there. 'What was I thinking barging in there like that?' She thought furiously to herself. Sharon felt anger and disgust building inside her. Not at her son, no what he was doing was completely natural. The disgust was at herself for acting so irrationally. For letting her forbidden fantasy from earlier in the day influence her actions. What if she had emotionally scared Brent? She had certainly embarrassed him and that in itself was inexcusable.
It had definitely been too long since Sharon had had sex. That was the problem, her lack of release and physical intimacy was reeking havoc with her moral compass. Convincing herself that that's all the problem was Sharon undressed and started a cold shower. Vowing not to think of what she had seen, or imagined she had seen for that brief second before Brent had covered up and turned away from her.
After her shower Sharon dressed in sweatpants and a loose t-shirt and headed out to clean the kitchen up. When she passed Brent's room she noticed the door open and then heard the television on in the living room and knew where he was. He was watching one of his favorite shows. Some survivalist show where a British guy eats bugs or some such. So Sharon went into the kitchen and started the dishes. She got about halfway done with them, her hands beginning to get wrinkly from the water, when Brent came into the kitchen to pour himself a glass of milk. Sharon felt the tension the moment he came into the kitchen and her heart went out to her son, whom she had put in this awkward position. So she turned off the water and dried her hands before turning to Brent who was just getting down a glass from the cupboard.
"Brent I think we should talk about what happened this evening..." She began somewhat hesitantly.
"There's nothing to talk about mom." Brent wouldn't meet her eyes and the red flush was proof of his evident embarrassment.
"No we should talk about it." Sharon began again but then paused, 'Now that I've got the conversation started what do I say?' Memories of afternoon specials on TV when she was a kid, Brady Bunch episodes and lectures during her graduate classes came back to her. Then Dr. Wilson took over and she began to talk in her diagnostic tone. Falling back on the comfortable, to help get past the embarrassment of the moment. "It was my fault for barging in like that. I should knock, so I apologize."
Brent mumbled some reply that had "It's OK," somewhere in the middle of it but Sharon couldn't catch it all. He had his head in the fridge pulling out the milk.
"I interrupted you masturbating didn't I?" Sharon said still using the soft tone reserved for patients. His back tensed up the instant she asked this question and she could sense how uncomfortable he was with the topic. 'It's all my fault,' she thought to herself, 'Without his father to have "The Talk" with him, the job fell to me and I ignored it. I guess I assumed MTV would do the work for me. Now look how uncomfortable he is even talking about something as banal as masturbation.' The doctor in Sharon knew how to handle the situation but a part of her balked at the thought. The part of Sharon that made her moist at the thought of her son masturbating; would get too much enjoyment out of this conversation. It would make this necessary act of a mother... somehow dirty. Shame warred with maternal instinct and a doctors understanding of what her son needed. The later won out. Brent still had his back to her as he poured a glass of milk, answering her question with only silence.
"I just wanted to tell you that its perfectly OK that you masturbate Brent. Everyone does it." Sharon said in reassuring tones.
"God mom!" Brent exclaimed in a voice that said he was more embarrassed about her than anything else.
"I just thought you should know that its perfectly natural. In fact I caught your father several times in the act of masturbation. You have nothing to be ashamed of or embarrassed."
"I'm not ashamed mom." Brent replied with evident difficulty. "It's just not something I want to talk to my mom about."
"Is there someone else you might feel more comfortable talking about this with? I think its important that you find someone you can confide in. I can recommend a colleague that you can talk with." Sharon was disappointed that her son couldn't talk to her about these things but she understood how it could be hard.
"Jeez mom." Brent said as he put the milk away, "I don't think I'm that messed up. I can talk to you about it its just that its a little... embarrassing is all. Talking about that stuff with my mom... You know?"
"I know honey. But just because you want or need to talk to a therapist of psychologist doesn't mean your messed up. It just means you are invested in your own mental health. There is nothing to be ashamed of about that."
"I know mom." Brent replied in a wearied tone that said he had been hearing this same thing all his life. He took his glass of milk and started to walk out of the kitchen, still not able to meet his mothers eyes.
"One last thing Brent. Those movies you were watching on your computer." Brent froze in his tracks when she said this. Stopping so suddenly that a bit of milk sloshed over his hand onto the floor. "I just want to make sure you know that's not what real sex is like. I watched a few or those types of movies with you father once. They are nothing like real life. All that moaning and yelling." The disgust was evident in Sharon's voice, "I just don't want you to get the wrong impression. Those movies objectify women. I just want you to know their dangers."
"I know mom." Brent said as he stood there, "They are just nice sometimes... to look at. That's all."
"OK honey, so long as everything is in moderation." Karen decided he had had enough of this embarrassment, "You have a good night, I'll see you in the morning."
Brent almost bolted from the kitchen throwing a, "You too mom!" Over his shoulder as he went. Only because her eyes were treacherous did Sharon notice the large bulge poking from the front of her son's flannel pants, as he turned the corner. The sight sent a thrill through to her core. A terrible guilt riddled thrill, Sharon did her best to ignore and repress. She finished off the dishes and went to her room to watch a little mindless TV before heading off to sleep. Sharon felt good about the conversation with her son and she didn't think there was anything she'd left out. Sometime soon though she would have to sit him down and talk to him protection, STD's and all the other pitfalls of a modern sex life. She wasn't to sure how much help she would be there though. The only man she had ever been with was her husband and while they had had a great sex life for the first few years of their marriage, he had grown incapable when the sicknesses started. Since his death Sharon had been celibate. Thinking of her conversation with Brent she nodded off to sleep, feeling good about herself.
When she woke the next morning it was in the middle of an unsettling but very arousing dream. She had been sleeping in the same bed as Brent and for some reason the two of them were naked. She had just been about to apologize for her nakedness when his penis came into view. The sight of his nob bobbing there above his stomach had driven all thought from her mind and she leaned over and kissed the head. Right then was when she woke up laying flat on her stomach with one hand buried between her legs furiously frigging herself. The image of her sons cock entering her mouth was so vivid that Sharon started up, feeling intense shame.. Not trusting herself to lay there any longer, she got out of bed immediately. Even thought on Saturday's she would normally doze in bed for an hour or two. Sharon decided another shower was in order.
While the water was heating up in the shower, Sharon spent some time in front of the mirror inspecting herself. At 38 years old Sharon still retained her figure. She was on the shorter side at 5'6'' and she no longer had the tiny waist she had when she was twenty but she was still slim. Her hips had a bit of flare to them and her breasts were very large and heavy, they sagged a bit now but were capped in large pale nipples. Sharon hopped into the shower and spent a long time under the hot water trying to control her thoughts. But the taboo of her dream and the thought of her wonderful son playing with himself in front of his computer drove her to distraction. Before Sharon knew it she had the shower masseur off its hook with one hand while the other squeezed her large tit and pinched at its nipple. The orgasm came within seconds of the water striking her pussy. Its power shook, driving all thought from her mind and weakening her knees. Sharon collapsed on the floor of the shower, wondering that her shame wasn't nearly as strong as it had been the day before. Sharon decided to put it out of her mind as best she could. This proved to be much easier said than done. Usually Sharon could get by for a week or two after masturbating. She couldn't remember having done it so many times in so short a period.
Sharon went about her typical Saturday morning chores. Putting on a pot of coffee and getting cleaning supplies ready. Brent was out of the house, she remember him saying something earlier in the week about going over to his friend Kyle's to swim. So she had the house to herself for the morning and afternoon, which was just as well with her. This would give things a bit of time to calm down and the uncomfortableness between them a chance to pass, hopefully.
Soon Sharon was blaring her favorite Earth, Wind and Fire album and puttering around the house dusting. After cleaning the front of the three bedroom house she came to her son's room. Once again Sharon felt spikes of excitement. 'Its been weeks since I dusted Brent's room. I'm sure it could use it.' Sharon thought to herself. She went about her work dusting his room, but when she got to his computer desk she paused. Then she was acting before she could stop herself. Walking over to her son's door and closing it firmly, turning the lock in the nob and coming back to the computer desk and sitting down. 'I'm sure he has a password and I wont be able to get on it,' She thought, secretly wishing something would stoper her, so she didn't have to try and stop herself. Sharon moved the mouse and the screen clicked on with a faint whir of electronics. Fear and excitement spiked in Sher belly and she couldn't suppress the giggle of glee that pushed past her pressed lips. ;What am I doing?!; Sharon thought to herself, 'God I don't think I have ever been this excited or turned on. And I haven't even done anything yet!' That "yet" probably should have been Sharon's greater worry but it's amazing what the human mind can ignore in the pursuit of pleasure and what it truly wants.
There was a little pop-up window that said "Download Complete" in the bottom right of the screen. Sharon clicked on it and a program opened up with a list of items in various staged of download. At the top were several completed files. There were two that had been started the night before and one of them had just completed. Sharon's heart began to beat very fast and her pussy got moist when she saw the title of the completed file, "Taboo". The one word that encapsulated what she had been thinking about for the past 24 hours. Sharon opened the file already guessing what she would find. Just as she had thought it was a movie and an older one too. It had the grainy film quality of a 70's porn, something Sharon had seen a time or two in the early years of her marriage. Picking up the headphones sitting on the desk and putting them on she settled down in the chair.
Sharon was spell bound by the movie. It was no, Citizen Cane that's for sure. The acting was poor and the dialogue was simple but the story grabbed Sharon right from the beginning. She settled even lower in in the chair spreading her legs and unbuttoning her jeans sliding them down her thighs to bunch just below her knees. Sharon began playing with herself once she saw the tall muscular son in the film show up. She had her first orgasm during the first sex scene. Then the scene came where the mother in the story, so horny she couldn't think straight, walked by her son's open door one night and went in staring adoringly at his cock. Sharon had such a powerful orgasm when this scene started she shuddered uncontrollably and hyperventilated slightly. When she came to the mother in the film was having sex with her son and Sharon couldn't help herself, so she started rubbing herself again timing her climax this time to that of the son. Her orgasm was so powerful She passed out for a few seconds, loosing all contact with reality. Sharon watched the rest of the movie, loosing track of how many orgasm's she had. Once the movie was over she went back and watched all the scenes of the mother and son together. Indulging her budding addiction to the taboo (pardon the pun) and titillating feeling of this forbidden fantasy.
Compounding the feeling for Sharon was actually being in her son's room. It was one think she knew to have a fantasy about incest that was removed from one's own family. But she was thinking about her actual son this way. It had always been there in the back of her mind. The knowledge that traditional sex and partners didn't do much to hold her interest. When she was a girl she had fantasied many times about her uncle who was a construction worker and closer to her age than her fathers, but she had gotten over that when she went off to college and was free to meet boys her own age. Something about her appointment the day before had unloosed a beast within her though and it couldn't be satisfied by just the one movie.
Sharon opened up her son's browser and found herself searching through his history, digging for anything like the movie he had downloaded. He had posted on several message boards so she went to them looking for his posts. Eventually she found them in topic threads dealing with being alone and trying to meet women. Sharon felt her heart drop when she read what her Brent had to say about being alone and women not being interested in him at all. There was even a thread about whether of not to purchase a prostitute and Brent had commented that he was thinking of doing this. Her Brent! Sharon was disgusted by the thought of her baby having to go to some disease riddled whore. 'Probably hideous too,' she thought. Perhaps it was the endorphins messing with her brain or the hidden fantasy she had unlocked but an idea began to form in Sharon's subconscious.
Sharon saw that Brent had visited a site the night before just before going to bed. The site had an innocuous name and she decided to check it out. It was a sex story site. 'Porn stories?!' Sharon had never read anything like this before. There were all sorts of categories but the link that had last been clicked was labeled Incest/Taboo. Sharon clicked it and found lists of stories with brief descriptions next to them. Stories of all kinds of incest from father/daughter to brother/sister and even mother/son. Several of the stories had been clicked. Two that had to do with an older sister/younger brother and four that dealt with mother and son... Sharon opened one and began reading. The writing was terrible but the story soon took her away. It was about a son who was a great student but his grades had begun to slip. His mother found out his grades were dropping because he was spending too much time obsessing about sex and looking at porn, so she decided to relieve her son's stress. The story ended with the mother giving her son a blow job and telling him that he would get one every day as long as his grades improved. If he managed to get straight A's then she would give her whole body to him for a night to do with as he pleased. Karen had a tough time getting past the terrible writing but the story had her cumming on her fingers quickly enough. At the end of the story was written a disclaimer that it was based off of a real Japanese mother with a link to a news article. Sharon was just about to click the article when she heard the front door bang closed. Brent was home!
Sharon went into panic mode, pulling up and buttoning her pants. She wiped down Brent's computer chair which was covered in her juices and turn off his monitor. A sock did a pretty good job of cleaning it up, but she couldn't do much besides open a window to clear out the musky scent of her sex that filled the room. Sharon gathered up the cleaning supplies and headed out of Brent's room, dropping the supplies off in their closet and heading back to her room to shower again and change. Her legs were weak, her fingers and pussy were sore but Sharon had never felt so sated in her life. She had found a secret about herself and the knowledge of having a secret warmed her insides.
It wasn't until she was in the shower and soaping her legs that Sharon remembered the computer. She hadn't closed down the browser or movie player! Brent was sure to know what she had been doing. 'Maybe he hadn't been to his room yet, maybe I still have time to close them!' Panic was edging in to her thoughts. She finished her shower and dressed quickly, making her way down the hall. But when she got to her son's room the door was firmly shut and she could hear him moving around inside. So Sharon fled back to her room. Wondering how she could ever face her son again.
Sharon lay down to think but the warm covers of her bed, exhaustion from worry and countless orgasms, soon sent her off to sleep. She woke to her son calling her name. Groggy from her nap she made her way out to the kitchen trying to gather her thoughts. Brent had made dinner of fried taco shells, ground beef, beans, rice and all the fixings. Taco's had always been one of her favorite family meals and so she felt a warm rush of emotion for Brent.
"Oh, Brent it looks great." Sharon said as she walked up and gave her son a hug. Her foggy brain cleared as she memories of what she had done that day came back in a flood, a flood of juices to her pussy as well despite her horror. Brent's arms weren't helping any. They circled her firmly holding her tight against him, one hand sliding down to her lower back. The hug lasted a few seconds longer than normal and as Sharon pulled away she could feel a very hard bulge pressing against her stomach. Looking down she could see what appeared to be a VERY large bulge at the front of Brent's shorts. Trying hard to ignore it Sharon went and filled a plate with a few taco's, rice and beans.
"How was swimming today?" She asked, trying to hide her face by looking down at her food. Her cheeks felt like they were on fire.
"Oh we didn't end up swimming." Brent said as he sat down to his own plate of food. "Kyle's mom had some sort of aerobics class going on in their pool. They were in there forever, so Kyle and I went to his room and played Nintendo." Brent got a strange tone in his voice as he asked, "What did you do today mom?"