Starting Over Ch. 01

My groin started to swell, and as I tried to adjust my hips away, she squeezed me tighter. As she released me, I saw a glint of something in her eye I never saw before and couldn't identify. Jack took video and photos of me and my mother holding my two awards and my diploma, then mom did the same with me and Jack. The principle, Dr. Rhodes, actually took a couple picture of the three of us together, before we made our way to dinner. Jack took us to one of the best restaurants in town. The Italian restaurant was dimly lit, cozy, even romantic, with many two person tables set up sparsely around the dining room area for intimate dinning. We were seated at a C shaped booth towards the back near the kitchen, providing some privacy for us. Mom sat between us at the back of the bench seat. Wine was ordered for Mom and Jack and a sparkling red grape juice for me. We toasted my achievement and my future, even though my future was currently undecided. Dinner was relatively quiet, but delicious. A couple of odd things did happen though, First, my mother's hand was constantly on my leg and she would randomly squeeze it. Second, I noticed some strange looks between Jack and my mom. It was an obvious attempt at some silent communication, about exactly what I couldn't guess, but I felt it had something to do with me.

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We arrived home a couple hours later and Mom offered me a glass of real wine and we repeated the toasts as we sat in our living room. Jack sat in the single recliner and mom and I sat on our two-seater couch. She sat close to me, closer than the size of the small couch demanded, but made a point to be in constant contact with me. This causes my all evening long, on again, off again, hard on to resurge its self. I never caught her looking at my growing bulge, but I felt her eyes on me as we talked for a while after our after-dinner drink. When Jack decided enough time had passed that he could safely drive home he did so, telling us to remain seated. He had been such a frequent visitor over the last couple of years we no longer stood on formality. Mom and I thanked him for coming and for the great dinner. We told him we'd see him Sunday. After he left, Mom and I remained on the couch another half hour or so reminiscing. She had her legs tucked up under her, my arm buried in her cleavage, her head on my shoulder. One arm wrapped around mine securing it between her breasts and her other hand resting again on my thigh squeezing and caressing it as we talked.

I was hard for so long I started to hurt, I fiend being tired and made my way quickly to my room. After dressing down for bed I eased in-between the sheets and couldn't get visions of my mother out of my head. Unconsciously I started to slowly stroke myself thinking of various fantasies featuring for the first time, scenarios involving mom. I don't know how long I laid there in my own world stroking my seven-and-a-half-inch cock, my fingers just barely missing the tip of my thumb. A clearing of a throat stopped me mid-stroke and snapped me out of my fantasy. I looked at my doorway to the figure peeking in the three-inch gap.

"Sorry to disturb you Michael, I just wanted to tell you again how proud I am that you've turned into such a handsome and smart young man, and I wanted to wish you a goodnight and sweet dreams, baby." Mom said, and I notices that same unknown glint again I had seen earlier.

My hard on withered immediately and I felt the heat rise in my face as I'm sure I blushed forcefully. "Thanks Mom, and Goodnight!?!" I croaked as the tent in my sheet flattened out. I saw she was in her robe and it was loosely tied, gapping slightly revealing the crevasse between her breasts and a bare hip showing she was naked under her robe.

Once she closed the door, my hard on resurge yet again, I threw off the sheet and started jacking off forcefully. Fantasy of mother coming in to finish me off herself flooded my thoughts. I came only a couple minutes after I started and I couldn't help but moan "Mom!!!" as spurt after spurt launched into the air and landed on my chest and stomach. I then heard what I thought was a muffled moan outside my door over my ragged breathing as my orgasm subsided. I grabbed the hand towel I kept close by to clean up such messes as I thought I heard the shutting of mom's bedroom door. Then I turned off my bed-side lamp and fell asleep.

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Sunday's sermon from Jack, was an interesting one. He was talking about the importance of love in families. He brought up example after example of families depicted in the Bible. Adam and Eve, The families of Abraham, Noah, Job, Lot and others. He never made mention about the obvious incestual implications of the families he used in his sermon, but I know I did. He talked about how if the family units didn't stick together, trust each other, support each other, and most importantly love each other, the world as we know it would not exist. Even though he didn't mention us by name he talked about my family and the trials we have gone through showing both sides of his point. When he got to the part of how we started to grow back together after my birthday meltdown, Mom once again rested her hand on my thigh and lightly squeezed it.

Jack had a planned trip to another perishers' home after church, so mom and I went home in silence after it was over. We walked silently into the kitchen as mom started to take things out of the fridge to make a light lunch. The whole ride home I was thinking about Jack's message. I couldn't help but come back time and again on the incestuous nature of most of the families he talked about. Even though he never said anything out right, I noticed he did mention how children in the families were bore after the family member's reached maturity, of the time, and that the parents of the children had loving relationships.

"That was a great message Jack gave today, don't you think, Michael?" Mom asked as she started cutting up vegetables for a salad.

"It was definitely... Interesting, it's given me a lot to think about." I answered.

"How so?"

"Well, I thought it was interesting that most of the families he mentioned had one thing in common he never mentioned. Cain and his wife, Abraham and Sara, Nachor and Melcha, Lot and his daughters, Amram and Jochebed, Noah's family and a few others were all incestuous. Jack never made mention of this fact, but I thought it odd that he made a point that all the parents of children were over the age of maturity and most, if not all, had loving relationships."

"Wow, I didn't put that together. I wonder if anyone else made that same connection you did? What made you think of that? Do you think Jack was promoting incest? Most religions denounce it, now a days." Mom said as she sat two salad bowls with chicken, bacon and vegetables down at the kitchen bar next to a bottle of ranch dressing.

"I don't know if anyone else had the same take away as me or even why those facts jumped out at me. As to why Jack used these examples, I can't be sure. But the fact he made the point about maturity, children, and the relationships involved, I think I feel safe to assume he was saying that as long as both parties are adults, and no one his forced or abused. He would not condemn it. I know from talks we have had, he is a big promotor of family, love, respect, consent, and support. So, I can't say he was promoting it, I think he was just saying if it happens under the right circumstances, and for the right reasons, God not only approved it, but also defended it."

We sat contemplatively silent while we ate our salads. When we finished our lunch, I stood and took our bowls to the sink to rinse everything and add it to the dishwasher. As I returned to the kitchen bar, I kissed mom on her temple and thanked her for a delicious lunch. Mom hugged me from her seated position crushing her breasts into my stomach. Mom told me she was going to get into some comfy clothes and relax for a bit. I said I was thinking the same thing, and we made our way to our bedrooms to change. I spent a few extra minutes checking emails and social media before I made my way back downstairs.

I stopped halfway down the stairs when mom came into view. She was seated on the couch in the far corner of the couch feet again tuck up under her, she was wearing loose, short workout shorts showing a good portion of her butt cheek and a loose-fitting tank top with large arm holes. It didn't look like she had any underwear on at all, obviously no bra with the amount of side-boob showing. I had changed into track pants and a t-shirt I had thankfully kept my underwear on so, it helped to hide the bulge that I felt start to grow. I started moving again before she noticed me. I moved to the single recliner and stared at the TV for a moment.

"You never told me what you thought of what Jack said today." I finally said restarting the conversation we had over lunch.

"Well, at first I thought he was just talking about the importance of family. How having that support structure can help 'you' overcome any obstacle. How when you have tough decisions to make relying on family to help make such decisions because they have your best interests at heart is wise. And knowing that with the love your family has for 'you' your never alone." She said then she straightened up slightly exposing more of her breast and even her nipple.

"After talking to you though over lunch, I think you might be right about the family love." She blushed slightly as she continued. "I haven't talked as in-depth with Jack about somethings as you have, but I can only agree with your assessment. I wonder now, what brought this sermon up. I wonder if maybe that's where he's at now. He almost always joins us for lunch and when he doesn't even though we never ask he usually tells us who he is seeing. Today he was vague, maybe someone is dealing with those feelings or maybe it's gone beyond feelings. You seem to be very knowledgeable and opinionated, what do you think about... this type of... family love?"

"Well, I don't know if I'd go that far, but Jack and I have talked around this subject before, always in hypotheticals, and only in the vaguest of terms. Now that I think about it, I'm wondering if maybe Jack lead us into those types of discussions for some reason. I know it's never been something openly on my mind... until today." I stated, I took a moment to consider my honest opinion before continuing.

"I look at all the history of this issue, every major empire, every major moment in history really, has had some form of incest involved, be it in a major, or minor way. Many theologies in history involve incest. Parents with children, half siblings, full blood siblings, step-families, in-laws, Aunts or uncles with nieces or nephews, cousins. You have it all in some form in any important time in history. Pharaohs did it, Emperors did it, Kings and Queens did it, we talked about how it's in the Bible. It's in other religions also. It wasn't outlawed in the U.S. until 1908. It was mainly done to placate religious zealots, prevent abuse, and because of the once false belief, it proliferated birth defects. We are, as a world, advanced enough in scientific fields, that bad recessive genes can be checked for before anyone attempts to have children. We could drop the birth defect rate, worldwide, by upwards of 75% to 80%, by simply doing gene scans before trying to have children. Between scanning for predisposition of most known ailments, and stem cell research and DNA editing now being researched we could eliminate most if not all defects, and preexisting ailments, very soon." I noticed her entire breast was now out and her eyes were not on my face.

"So, I have to say, if a couple of people that are related in some way, fall into romantic love, or maybe due to a problem with someone else in the family, like sterility, they should be able to love one another and extend their family without repercussions or condemnations." I concluded.

Mom stood and her tank top fell back into proper place. "You've given me a lot to think about Michael." Then she made her way to the kitchen with her empty glass for a refill. I took the opportunity to adjust myself to a less reveling position. Surprisingly we never brought up this topic again not just this night but the rest of the week. We just chatted about random normal topics.

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We went the next weekend back to our old hometown for Anna's graduation. She received a BBA with a minor in multi media advertising. She plans to take a year off before deciding on a school for her Master's degree. Anna looked beautiful once she was out of her gown, she had on a short white Empire style dress. It fell only a couple inches below her crotch. She also wore three-inch wedge strappy sandals. She's only half an inch shorter than our mother and a honey blonde, but other than that, they could be twins. After the ceremony, photos and introductions to people I was sure I'd most likely never see again. We made our way to Anna's apartment. She had already rented a small U-Haul truck and had it packed and ready to go. Her car also had a few things in it all that was left to do was a quick walk through to make sure she didn't leave anything behind. The plan was Mom would drive her car back Anna would follow her and I'd bring up the rear in the rented truck, we would drop off the truck and Anna's car at our house and then, go with mom to the same Italian restaurant to meet up with Jack for another graduation dinner. I know mom has told Anna a lot about Jack and how he has helped me and befriended mom, so I knew she was anxious and happy to meet him.

We were introduced to the one lower class men roommate that would be keeping the apartment occupied and she was setting up interviews for the two now available bedrooms. Just as we were getting ready to leave there was a knock at the door. Since all the women were in conversation, I went to answer the door. I opened the door and almost immediately slammed it shut. I called for Anna. Hearing the slam of the door she entered with a look of concern. I asked for the keys to the truck and if its gate was locked and ready to go. She handed me the keys and told me it was and her concerned look turned to confusion. I reached for the door handle saying I'd see her at home, as I turned the knob, I said she also had a visitor.

"Michael..." was all my father got out before I shoulder checked him, knocking him into a woman almost Anna's age that was holding his hand, as I bowled past him and out to the truck. The first twenty minutes of the trip was filled with phone calls and texts that went unanswered. The next couple of hours saw me go through various emotions as I drove home. Biggest among them was betrayal. I felt betrayed by Anna, that she would have anything to do with the man that threw away our family, a man that all but ignored me when I needed him most, a man that if the young girl that was with him was his new wife was less than 10 years older than Anna herself. I was confused, hurt and angry by the time I reach our house. I was not surprised when I backed up the drive to see Jack waiting for me. I figured mom would call him when I wouldn't answer my phone. We spent the next hour unloading the truck and talking through my emotions.

He gave me the perspective I needed that, that man was a father to Anna much longer than he was for me. Jack has a way of allowing and confirming my emotions as justified, but he also shows me that just because I feel this way it doesn't mean everyone should feel the same as I do. Jack reminded me that each individual has their own life experiences and those experiences dictate how they react in each new situation. I was forced to concede I honestly don't know how Anna felt about that man showing up. I didn't know if it was planned, if it was a surprise, whether it was wanted or unwanted.

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We had emptied the truck, I moved it to the street and Jack and I had just sat down on the chairs on the porch with glasses of tea when Anna and mom pulled up. I went down the porch steps and waited for them to exit their vehicles. Anna rushed into my arms. "I'm sorry, Mikey! I had no idea he was going to show up while you and mom was there. I still can't believe he brought that woman also. I want you to know I sent him away, right away." She allowed.

I hugged her tight and said. "It's ok sis, I was just shocked to see him. He keeps trying to talk to me, but no matter how many times I tell him to leave me alone, no matter how many of his attempts go unanswered, he still has it in his mind I should still love him, forgive him, and amazingly I should still respect him. I knew if I stayed, I'd have decked him, then you'd have to clean blood out of the carpet!" I chuckled.

I then kissed her forehead before continuing. "I'm two inches taller, 20lbs. of muscle heavier, working with Jack has gotten me fit and strong and increased my stamina. I know I could take him, but Jack also taught me to reign in those negative emotions. When I got here, we talked about what did and what could have happened. He gave me the perspective I needed."

Mom stepped up as I finished and hugged us both and said she was glad to have both her children here at last. When we released each other, Jack made his presents known, Anna hugged him tightly and said how great it was to meet him and how happy she was that we met and that he has helped and continued to help me. We decided to drop off the truck and then go on to the restaurant.

We were seated at the same booth as before in the same positions with Anna added to the other side of me. Anna and Jack dominated the conversations. I kinda spaced out after a few minutes, but snippets of their conversation crept into my conscience, I recognized it was some of the same hypotheticals Jack and I had talked about that hinted about incest. I think mom noticed it as well, as she started to squeeze my thigh and shared a look with me. The big problem Mom and I had, was if we brought up the fact that we thought he was talking about incest and he wasn't, it would be embarrassing to say the least. I was pleased to hear Anna gave pretty much the same opinion I did.

Once home we did the toasts for both Anna and myself again with full glasses of wine for all. Shortly after we finished our wine Jack and mom went to the kitchen for some coffee and Anna asked me to help unpack some of her stuff. We cleaned out her car and then went to what will be her room for a while. After we had the bed set up and the dresser and desk where she wanted them, she asked me to have a seat and patted the bed next to her.

Once I sat down, and she started to talk about how it was for her growing up, how she felt when dad was found out. She told me of his attempts to reconcile with her and to get her 'on his side'. She told me because of the fact he was closer and they had a longer relationship, she did reconcile partially so if she needed help, she could get it from him. She made it clear to him that even though she forgave him generally, and he was her dad and would continue to be, she would not forgive him for what he did to mom and me, and she wanted nothing to do anything with his homewrecking new wife. She told me they had a few shouting matches over her. She giggled when she told me of one-time when he called and asked her to babysit their kids so they could go to some office party. He tried to use the fact that they were half-siblings and she told him she was going to a group study session for a test. When he tried to change tactics, she shut him down permanently by asking if he thought his 'new' life, wife, and kids, were more important than his first-born child's education and future.

I then told her everything I had told Jack that first time we met. How I felt so unfairly treated, and abandoned. I told her how angry and resentful I had gotten. Then how Jack helped me get perspective. And how to let go of the resentment I had and how-to better deal with the anger as well. We hugged tightly and she apologized for not paying more attention to me when we were younger and promised that we would spend a lot of time together this year getting to know each other again.