tagIncest/TabooYou've Got Mail

You've Got Mail

byJackcarter©

Gemma Young paced back and forth in her living room as she furiously scolded her son. Never in her wildest dreams had she expected to come home from work to find him having sex not only with their neighbor Sarah Matthews, but with her cute daughter Ashley too! Fancy that -- a mother-daughter combo! Right there in her very own bedroom! The audacity of it! To see them both kneeling before him, covered in spunk. She had been lost for words and had just stood in the doorway eyes-wide aghast.

A few seconds later she had kicked the two tramps out of her house and violently dragged her naked son into their living room. She had ranted. She had raved. She had thrown cushions at him and she had shouted herself speechless. And the entire time he had just sat there, as calm as the day is long. A wry little smile playing across his face, apparently not in the least bit embarrassed that he had been caught or that he now sat completely naked in front of his own mother. Most eighteen-year olds would have blushed and stammered and offered a million apologies and excuses. But not Ben. He just sat there, he almost looked amused. And look -- his cock was still semi-hard! Had he no shame?

Finally she gained control of herself, she took a deep breath and sat down on the edge of the coffee table.

"I'm not going to ask why, you're eighteen, and the answer's obvious." She said. "But how Ben? That's what amazes me the most -- I mean it was a mother and daughter for heaven's sake! How?"

Ben regarded his mom for a few seconds and his face creased as though he were considering his answer carefully.

"Would you believe that I was just irresistible?"

She looked back at him with a scornful stare. "No-one is that irresistible. Try again mister, I want the truth."

"The truth?"

"Yes. We're not moving from here until you're completely honest with me. Or maybe you like sitting naked in front of your own mother?"

To her amazement her son simply shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly. "Whatever floats your boat mom. Don't think I haven't caught you catching a peak of the good stuff." He brazenly indicated his cock.

Gemma flushed a deep beetroot, stunned by his cockiness.

"Don't test your luck kiddo. You may think you're a hot little charmer but I am your mother."

"Oh I know who you are, maybe better than you know yourself."

"And what exactly is that supposed to mean?"

Ben looked her up and down appraisingly and her blood ran cold. She suddenly felt like she was the one who was naked and not the other way around.

"The truth?" He asked, "That's really what you want?"

She nodded.

"I can control people's minds." He sat back in the sofa, hands behind his head.

She waited for the punch line but it never came. They matched stares for a few seconds before she pulled herself away. There was something about his eyes she'd never noticed before. They were kind of, well, empty. It was like being sucked into a vacuum. She shook her head and blinked a few times, amazed that he'd been able to shock her into silence like this.

"You can control people's minds." She repeated skeptically.

"Yes."

"Is that supposed to be funny?"

"Oh I find it very funny." He said. "But to be honest it's getting rather boring. It's not even a challenge anymore. I mean Sarah Matthews AND Ashley Matthews. At the same time. And they gave in so easily."

"That's not funny Ben. Stop lying to me."

"I'm not. I just concentrated real hard and -- poof! -- their brains were scrambled."

"Ben..." she warned impatiently.

"But do you know what I really wanted?" He continued unfazed. "I wanted to see if Mrs Matthews would eat her daughter's pussy."

Gemma gasped and brought her hand to her mouth. She had never heard her son speak so vulgarly, it was a side she had never seen before.

"And I think she would have done it too, it took a lot of coaxing but I think she would have done it. Imagine that. But then you came bursting in and ruined everything. Thanks heaps mom."

"That's enough Ben. I won't have you talking like this in front of me. If you want to indulge in your sick little fantasies that's fine, but don't sit there and tell me such outrageous lies. Have some respect."

"I can prove it." He told her matter-of-factly.

"What?"

"I can control minds. I can prove it." He suddenly stood up and walked to the sideboard.

"Wh-what are you doing?"

"I'm getting proof." He scribbled something on a piece of paper, folded it neatly in half and placed it inside an envelope. On the back of the envelope he wrote their address and then placed a stamp on it. "I'm going to post this tomorrow and by the time it comes back to us I will have scrambled your brain too."

"Are you high or something? What the hell is wrong with you?"

"It's the truth mom."

Gemma shook her head sadly at him. "I'm so disapp-"

Her son cut her off. "In four days time this letter will get back to us. When it does I will open it and read it to you. And then, even after I've proved it to you, even after you realize the truth." He grinned at her confidently. "Even after you realize what I've done to you, you're still going to get on your knees and beg to suck me off."

Gemma slapped him hard and he reeled backwards clutching his cheek.

"How dare you speak to me like that!" She shouted, "I'm not one of those slutty little tramps you've just been fucking, I'm your mother for fuck-sake! How dare you! Who the fuck do you think you are?" She slapped him across the shoulder again for good measure. "Get to your room and think about what you've just said."

Ben stared back at his mother silently before moving to walk away. As he passed her his hand suddenly shot out and he touched her lightly on the forehead with his index finger.

"Poof!" He said and then walked away clutching the envelope.

That night Gemma tossed and turned restlessly in her bed, completely shocked by the exchange earlier in the day. She couldn't believe her own son would speak to her so degradingly. It was like he was a completely different person.

She'd given birth to Ben when she was eighteen and had been a young mom. She'd made her mistakes along the way, but up until today she'd always thought she'd done a good job of raising him. She'd always considered the fact that she was still young herself a bonus. She'd thought that she'd be able to manage closeness with him that an older mom couldn't. She was only thirty-six and since he'd turned eighteen she had felt like they weren't just mother and son, but friends too.

Maybe that was the problem. He just didn't respect her anymore. And to tell her she was going to suck him off? Christ!

She thought about all that nonsense about being able to control peoples' minds. Was he crazy? Was that why he was having these delusions? The fact that her son had always been popular wasn't lost on her. Sure he could be charming at times, and he usually got the things he wanted. But for him to think that he could control minds! It beggared belief. And that lewd suggestion - was he serious? Did he really think she was going to give him a blowjob? His own mother?

She rolled over onto her back and stared up at the ceiling uncomfortably. She knew that at thirty-six she was younger than any of his friends' moms. And she knew that all his friends secretly lusted after her, hell, they probably wanked themselves silly fantasizing about her! And she'd be lying if she didn't admit that the thought tickled her, that at times she'd even encouraged it with her skimpy swimsuits and short skirts. But she never meant to tease HIM. Her own flesh-and-blood. She never imagined that she'd be turning him on too. She wasn't sure she could blame him though. With her long blonde hair, blazing green eyes and trim figure with full breasts she was the fantasy of most guys in the neighborhood. Try as she might, regardless of the outfit, she looked like a porn star no matter how she dressed. Why wouldn't a horny delusional eighteen-year old boy lust after her?

She wondered if he masturbated over her too? Or if he even realized his cock had been rock hard again when he had walked out of the room?

She slowly drifted off to sleep.

As she got dressed the following morning she decided that she wouldn't make her son any breakfast. She was still quietly fuming over his behavior the previous day and wanted to punish him. If he wanted to mix it with the grown-ups then he could start by making his own food.

"Beg to suck him off? As if!" she muttered to herself as she brushed her hair. She'd teach him to show some respect alright.

As she walked down the stairs she was amazed to find Ben already up and dressed. He was stood by the sink washing his dishes. She paused on the stairs to watch him, looking for anything different. But he behaved just like the same old Ben, the way the son she knew and loved acted. The step creaked beneath her foot and he looked up at her, startled.

"Oh, um, morning mom." He smiled at her sheepishly. "Look I'm really sorry for the way I spoke yesterday. It was out of line." He gestured at the kitchen table. "I made pancakes for breakfast." He offered by way of apology.

Gemma frowned at her son and he looked back at her uncertainly then looked at his feet. "Sorry mom." He mumbled.

She sighed audibly and finished making her way down the stairs. She sat beside the kitchen table and silently tucked into one of the pancakes. It was good. She swallowed and then looked at him and offered a brief small smile.

"I guess it's a start." She told him. He looked relieved and turned back to washing the dishes.

"A start is all I ask, but I'm going to make it all up to you I promise. I'm so sorry you saw me like that. I shouldn't have told you those things. I-I don't know what was wrong with me, or why I said what I said. I'm so sorry mom."

He was babbling now and she began to relax. THIS was how a teenage boy was supposed to act when he'd been busted having sex. Humble and deeply apologetic.

And pancakes! She could get used to this.

"Its okay honey, like I said, it's a start. I just want to forget all about yesterday."

"Thanks mom."

"But there is one thing I want to clear up first." She gauged his reaction carefully. "What you said you wanted me to do... you didn't mean it did you? I mean, you wouldn't really want me to do... that?"

Ben blushed and looked away. "Sorry mom."

Was that a yes or a no? She wondered but let it drop for now. She'd been a horny teenager once too. Still, now that he was talking sense again maybe there was a way through all this nonsense.

"These are nice pancakes Ben." She said and began eating another one.

"Thanks."

As she chewed Gemma giggled nervously and tried to break the tension.

"So you can read minds eh?" She teased him.

"Control minds." He blurted and then shrugged. "But yeah, I can read them too."

"Okay, what color am I thinking of?"

Blue.

"Red." Ben said instantly.

"Ha! You suck!" Gemma laughed then put her hand over her mouth. Suck? Oops! That wasn't helping. "Some mind reader you are."

"Controller." He corrected her again and then smiled slyly. "Yeah I guess you're right." He brushed his hand through his brown hair and frowned at her. "You sure it wasn't red? I think it was you know, and you just want to tease me. You thought of red and you wanted to tease me. Go on, admit it. It's revenge right? You want to tease me as revenge?"

"Sorry kiddo, don't quit your day job."

He looked at her suspiciously, like he was still trying to read her mind. "Hmmm..." Then he threw his arms up in the air as though in defeat. "Oh knickers!" he said. "Flipping teasing red knickers."

She started laughing. A few seconds later he joined in.

When she was done with the pancakes he cleared the dishes up and began filling the sink with water again.

"Such a good boy." Gemma told him and squeezed his shoulder from behind.

"So, you forgive me then?"

"We'll see sweetheart. We'll see."

She sat back down and drank coffee while they chatted about his plans for the summer. They carefully circled around the events of the preceding day and Gemma was quietly hopeful that they could now put it past them. When he was done drying the dishes Ben retrieved his jacket from the coat-stand and slipped into his sneakers.

"I've got to run some errands mom. I'll be back in a little while if that's okay?" He stood in their open doorway and looked back at her questioningly.

"Sure honey, whatever you need to do. Make sure you're back by lunch though."

"Oh its okay, I won't be long." He told her. "I just have to post a letter."

"Alright. See you later baby." She smiled happily as he closed the door behind him and walked up the garden path. Things were going to be just fine, she told herself. There's nothing wrong with my son, he's just-

Wait. Did he say letter?

She resisted the urge to ask him about his errand when he returned for lunch. He seemed so happy, so normal. She didn't want to ruin things again. He was a good boy, who cares if he got a bit caught up in his fantasies?

Still, it nagged at her the rest of the day. She couldn't quite put it to rest. Was it the same letter he'd written yesterday? And if so what did it say? It was proof he had said, how could it be proof? She remembered how self-assured he had seemed. And so it went, over and over all day long. It nagged and needled and worried her until she could take no more.

"Ben?" She asked later that night.

"Hmmph?" He murmured distractedly, caught up in the Saturday night movie.

"What was that letter you posted this morning?"

He gave a little side-long glance at her "Oh, ah, nothing."

"Ben?" she moaned at him. "Tell me."

Her son sighed and turned to face her. "It was just a letter mom."

She paled and whispered nervously "Proof?"

Ben stood up. "I think I'm going to get an early night." He told her and climbed the stairs to his bedroom.

As she sat alone in the dimly lit room Gemma suddenly felt a little shook up and try as she might she was unable to concentrate on the film. A short while later she retired to bed too.

When she woke the next morning her very first thought had been red panties and she instantly remembered the idea she'd had before falling asleep. If Ben wanted to torture himself by fantasizing that he could control her mind then why shouldn't she help him? Maybe tease him a little? Why shouldn't she let him think his plan was working -- even if it was only for the day? Maybe if she showed him how stupid he was being he would let it all drop.

She eventually found the panties she had in mind at the bottom of her underwear drawer. They were tight and frilly in a scorching red and as she fingered their delicate lace she tried to remember when and where she'd bought them. No matter she decided and eagerly slipped them on. They were a snug fit and she felt sexy as she admired herself standing topless in the mirror. Her breasts were full and pert and, she suddenly realized, her nipples were stiff with excitement.

Wow, it had been a while since she'd felt like this!

She slipped into a plain white shirt and tied a few of the buttons. It was only short and barely covered the tops of her thighs. But was just low enough to cover her panties. Until she sat down at least. Without a bra her breasts strained against the inside of the shirt and opened it up a little at the front. She was showing a hell of a lot of cleavage but it would be worth it to see his face. He had always liked her breasts, even as an infant. She remembered how eagerly he would latch onto her nipples when he was breast-fed. How she would sing to him as she nursed him to sleep in his cock --

"Cot." She corrected herself. "I mean cot."

She paused and looked again in the mirror. She could probably do with some make-up, but still, the ruffled just-got-out-of-bed look was just as sexy. She took a deep breath then released it slowly. Man she felt hot.

Ben was downstairs pottering about the kitchen again. He was sat beside the sink eating cereal out of a bowl when his mom came down. His eyes immediately widened when he saw what she was wearing but he recovered quickly.

"Oh hi mom. Would you like some coffee?" He turned away from her and flicked the kettle.

"Thanks sunshine." She beamed, she had registered the brief moment of shock on his face and was delighted that her efforts hadn't been in vain. This was too easy. She slipped into the chair and crossed her legs beneath the table. Her thighs curved over one another and were tanned and soft and inviting.

"Not getting dressed this morning mom?" He cocked an eyebrow at her.

"No." She leaned back in her chair sultrily and crooned, "I don't know what's the matter with me but I just didn't feel like it today." She pulled her hands behind her head as she stretched and her tits pushed out obscenely. "You don't mind do you?"

Too obvious? She bit her lip and settled down.

"Yeah. Whatever." He turned away casually and began pouring their drinks. "I was thinking of going to the cinema this afternoon anyway."

"That's nice honey. What were you planning on seeing?"

He shrugged and handed her a mug of coffee. "Nothing in particular. I just thought you wouldn't want me hanging around under your feet all day."

"Silly." She said. "You wouldn't be under my feet. I like having a big strong man around the house." She took a sip of her coffee and grimaced. "Urrgh! Too strong!" She got up and retrieved the milk from the fridge, then turned and kissed her son. He was taller than her so she had to stand on tiptoes. She gave him a quick peck under his jaw. "Thanks for the drink but I need something a little creamier."

"You're welcome."

When she returned to the kitchen table, instead of sitting straight down, she pulled her chair out and then sat on it backwards. Her legs spread around its frame and her shirt lifted up above her panties. "So you don't want to stay home with me then?" She asked. "I don't know, we could rent a video or something. What do you think?" She smiled a little as she saw his gaze dart between her legs. She knew her underwear was visible between the struts of the chair and she realized that if he looked hard enough he was sure to spot the faintest of camel-toes. She rested her hands on her knees and then dragged them back, her thumbs trailing along the inside of her thighs, purposefully capturing his attention.

"What do you think Ben?" She asked again.

"Y-yeah. That would be nice." He looked a little flustered but he was nodding. His eyes never left her crotch.

"Perfect." She purred and her smile was all pearly whites.

A little later, whilst Ben was at the video-store Gemma tried to distract herself by cleaning the house. She couldn't believe she'd acted like that in front of her own son. So flirtatious. So brazen. What must he be thinking?

She knew what he had been thinking. She had seen the bulge along his inner thigh. She knew exactly what he'd been thinking. But that was all part of the plan right? To fool him into thinking he'd brainwashed her, and then show him exactly how stupid, how delusional, that notion was? Boy was he in for a shock. He wouldn't-

She suddenly stopped and squirmed, rubbing her thighs together. God her pussy felt sticky! Her panties clung deliciously tight and pulled against her clit as she moved. Her finger crept down and swiped across her crotch and she moaned quietly.

"C'mon Gemma." She admonished herself. "You're not supposed to be getting off on this. Behave."

She picked up the remote and flicked on the TV. MTV was playing one of her favorite songs so she flopped idly onto the sofa and began to sing along. For the next hour she channel-hopped. She caught the end of a thriller where the main character was climbing into her car, unaware the killer was hiding in the trunk.

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