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Subject: {ASSM} One if by Son, Two if by Mom (2/10)  [mF, incest, mom, son]
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The following is a work of FICTION.

One if by Son, Two if by Mom
by DiscipleN

Copyright (c) 2001, by DiscipleN. All rights reserved.
This work may not be used for any commercial purposes without prior,
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- Chapter 2 -

The next day was Saturday. In the morning Helen checked on her son to
see if he had frozen in the night or caught a cold. She wore her dark
blue, house robe in the mornings because she liked to roam around the
house and fix breakfast before dressing for the day. Helen knocked
softly on Eric's door.
"Anybody still alive in there?"
"Yeah, come in." Eric's voice sounded down hearted.
Helen cracked the door open and peeked in. "You okay lazy bones? It's
almost nine."
"I guess so." He yawned and stretched and struggled out of the still
damp covers. He shivered having slept the night in a cold bed.
Helen immediately felt sorry. She shouldn't have made him sleep under
a wet blanket. "Come here Eric, let me hug you and make you warm."
Eric smiled and went to her. She walked in and met him half-way in the
room. They hugged for a while until the boy could move without
shivering.
"You were such a naughty boy, but I guess you've learned your lesson."
"I'm sorry mommy. I'm pretty dumb huh?"
"No Eric, you're too smart. You just have to learn to behave when you
get too clever for you own good."
"Okay."
"Now take a hot shower and I'll fix you a big breakfast. That will
start you moving again." She release him and exited the room.
They met again at the breakfast table. Both were famished. It wasn't
until Eric's second helping of pancakes when he broke their cordial
silence.
"That was pretty funny, wasn't it, when you took off your shirt, huh?"
Helen shook her head. "The thoughts you keep in your head these days,
really!" She said only half surprised. "My little baby is growing up,
aren't you?"
"I'm not a baby."
"Oh, you'll always be my baby. That's the way mommies are. Let's
forget last night happened. I was really angry with you. Finish your
pancakes."
"Why did you do that?" Eric wanted to know.
"Just forget about it." She answered shaking her head.
Eric ate a few bites quietly. Then he spoke again.
"They looked nice." He smiled with amusement.
"Eric!" Helen cried. "What's gotten into you?" She stared at him in
renewed amazement. Her son was really testing her patience, but at her
outcry he stilled himself, solemnly watching her. He was looking at
her chest. Helen's mouth dropped open when she realized her son had
become fixated on looking at her breasts. She looked down just to make
sure he wasn't seeing something she didn't want him too. From her
angle she could easily look into the vee of her robe and sight the
rounded tops of her ample tits. Everything else was properly covered.
She looked up. Eric was still looking at the bulges in her velvet
robe. Was he actually excited by her breasts? Wasn't he too young?
Her son chewed slowly on a bite of pancake. Helen saw a wishful glint
in his eyes. They never left her upper body. "Can I see them, again?"
He asked her softly.
"Why on earth would you want to see your mother's, eh chest?" She
asked him despairingly.
"I dunno. They're kinda neat." Eric stopped eating and stared at her
hopefully.
"Kinda neat?" Helen echoed her son's words feeling almost insulted.
"Yea. I bet that my friends' mommies don't have those as neat as
yours?"
Helen felt strange. Somehow she was being drawn into a competitive
conversation. She wasn't sure she liked were it was going, but at the
same time curiosity compelled her to continue. What could compel her
son this much? It couldn't be sex. That seemed ridiculous at his age.
"I hope you don't start trying to make a comparison." She almost
laughed.
"Well..." Her son began awkwardly. "Last week, when I was playing with
Jimmy, his mommy called him from the window and she wasn't wearing
anything."
"Heavens! Why didn't you tell me sooner?"
"I dunno. What's the big deal?"
"That was very wrong of Mrs. Justin. What did she do around you?" Had
her son been molested by his friend's mother?
"Nothing. Jimmy couldn't play any more so I just came home."
"So you really didn't see anything at all." Helen was relieved, but
she was slightly jealous. Her son had seen someone else's body before
he had seen hers. What if he had been shocked? At least she would have
been able to explain it to him.
"A little bit, but I think her's weren't nearly as big or as neat as
yours?"
 "You've seen too much already."
"I dunno."
"Oh, so your trying to tell me that you want to reevaluate your
impression? Didn't I tell you you are sometimes too clever for your
own good?" Helen looked stern.
"Please mommy?"
Helen's body was shooting off odd signals. Maybe she should let the
boy's curiosity run its course, but how far would it take him? She
didn't feel afraid. She was uncertain how it would affect the boy. She
believed naked bodies were nothing bad. Helen worried about the
situation escaping her control. She was terribly curious what her son
would do if she did show him her tits again, and in the back of her
mind she thought it might even be fun.
"Uh, Eric, now you have to promise to behave. This is serious okay?"
"Sure!" Her son's eyes lit up with anticipation. He appeared glued to
his chair.
Helen  gave her son one last worried look, then she began to pull away
the vee of her robe. Eric's eyes grew as wide as saucers! She was
actually going to show her tits to him! The thought surprised them
both. Helen watched her son's fascinated look. Her hands began to
tremble. She felt strange. She kept pulling the two edges of her robe
away from her chest. More and more of the dark shadow between her
wonderful tits became exposed.
Simultaneously, her two dark circles felt the cool air. Eric gasped at
that moment. "Wow! I can't believe it."
Helen couldn't believe it herself, but she found herself feeling very
pleased that her son liked her tits. She felt dizzy and she had to
breathe harder to keep up with the warm that grew inside her. Her
son's eyes, watching her reveal her tits for just him, compelled her
to show even more, and she opened her robe wide.
Her two titties blossomed forth and jiggled slightly from their
release. Like two bright, luscious treats, they hung from her chest
begging to be acquired. Helen looked at them herself and admired them
in a new light. Her son looked so excited he was going to fall from
his chair. His open mouth lost all control. He was almost drooling
over his mother's tits. The sight was so funny Helen started giggling.
Eric chimmed right in and playfully clapped his hands. They laughed
for a long time, and after they caught themselves, Helen's beautiful,
nurturers of life remained exposed to her son. His smiled glowed at
her. He still couldn't take his eyes of her his mother's tits.
"You're looking at your mom's breasts. Aren't you ashamed?"
"No. Are you?" Eric answered straightforwardly.
"I should be. But I'm not. I don't know why. Maybe because you're my
son, and I raised you to be a good boy."
"Uh huh." He nodded cheerfully.
"So how long are you going to stare at your mother like this?"
"All day."
Helen laughed again, but her son remained serious.
"You'll let me see them all day won't you mom?"
"Eric, what a thing to ask. You'll get bored of looking at them soon
enough, and I have to clear the table. I don't want to have to take
another shower this morning."
"Aw, please? They're awfully pretty. I promise I'll never squirt water
on your clothes again."
"You had better not, unless you like sleeping under a wet blanket."
"Okay." Eric acted his age. He pouted and finally looked away.
Helen felt the fun go out of the situation. She actually felt sorry.
She had never seen him so delighted except at Christmas. She covered
herself again with the blue folds of her robe, and she cinched the
belt tighter. It made her great mounds press outward through the thin
material even more.
She and Eric quickly finished their meal, but there stirred between
them a wonderful secret. Both felt excited and dangerous. They
exchanged naughty glances for the remainder of breakfast. Eric rushed
out to play, and Helen cleaned the kitchen.
She felt full of energy and next began cleaning the living room. What
was it about exposing her tits to her son that had made her feel so
alive and daring? It was as if she had captured some of her son's
youth and playfulness. She turned on some popular dance music as she
cleaned. Any thought of misconduct had been shed on the kitchen floor
as her son had looked on with compelling approval.
Eric returned later, and like most children on a slow Saturday he
plopped immediately in front of the television. Helen was cleaning out
the main bath. She still hadn't changed into regular clothes. The
music was interrupted by the sound of cartoons, and she smiled to
herself once more over the morning's amazing event. Then she sighed.
Her son had probably already forgotten her tits like he would any
naked animal he might catch outdoors, play with for a while and then
let go. She finished cleaning the bathroom and headed for her bedroom
to shower and change. She hadn't anticipated cleaning the entire house
this morning, and she was hot and sweating.
Half an hour later, Eric was still watching cartoons. Helen entered
the living room with a flourish, saluting her son who was glued to the
screen. She hoped he would notice the loose, white tank top and her
bright orange shorts. He didn't. Hmmph. She thought. Kids, oh well, it
was certainly easier this way. If her son should happen to see a naked
woman, perhaps from some phony, painted nudie magazine, he might think
it less important now. The advice of ignorant friends might have less
impact. Then she remembered Jimmy. Was it true, what Eric had said?
How could any mother completely undress in front of her children?
"Hey, sport. Are you ready for lunch?"
"Sure!" His eyes didn't move from the screen.
"Let me guess sandwiches, right?"
"Yeah. Thanks mom."
"And you want your personal slave to deliver them to you in the living
room on a paper plate?"
Eric didn't answer. She hadn't meant him too. The question was
rhetorical. They both knew the routine, another of their little jokes.
Still she wished he had shown some preference to her over the stupid
television. He had been fascinated enough with her at breakfast.
Sandwiches were easy. They didn't take her twenty minutes, and she was
already munching on hers when she gave him the plate. She then sat on
the nearest chair.
It never ceased to amaze her how much television kids watched. She
wondered inside if it was healthier for them to see naked tits than an
hour of television. She kept wondering about her son's interests as
she finished her sandwich. Maybe that was just the test she needed.
Would her son actually prefer to see her tits than to watch
television? The thought excited her more than she immediately
realized. Inside her body, an almost forgotten warmth sparked inside
her. He had already seen her tits for about as long as he really
wanted. That hurdle had been leaped. It was a bit difficult unhitching
her bra inside her top as she watched to see when her son would notice
her. She almost grew worried. She finished freeing her juggs from the
restraint without a blink from her son.
She frowned, but began hitching up her top with attention to the exact
moment  Eric noticed. The bottom bulges of her tits peeped out.
Then with radar like detection he noticed her from the corner of his
eye. His head spun like a top and his eyes lit up just as intensely as
they had that morning. He was suddenly watching her with his complete
attention?
Helen blushed deeply. She hadn't even begun to reveal her nipples and
the boy was already engrossed in her heaving sacks. Her breath
quickened. She felt as if she had been caught with her hand in the
cookie jar, and she was deliberately trying to get caught.
"Mommy, what are you doing?" He asked brightly.
"J-just, uh, u-adjusting my, err. Uh, you know." She shrank away,
feeling more embarrassed than she had ever felt before. "I didn't
think you'd notice."
"Your titties? Is that what they are?"
Helen let her top drop out of embarrassment. "Where did you hear that
word?"
"Uh, Jimmy said it a couple days ago. I asked him about his mom."
"You shouldn't be asking him questions like that."
"I didn't know I wasn't suppose to. Why did you drop your shirt? Are
you done adjusting them?"
"You could have asked me." Helen wondered how she would have reacted
only a couple days ago. This day had changed a lot of her feelings
about nudity.
"Oh, are you going to show me your titties again?" He returned to his
main train of thought.
"They're breasts, Eric. Don't call them titties." Helen corrected him.
"Wow. Breasts. That's what old people call them, huh?"
Old people! Helen was taken aback. How old did he think she was? She
confronted him. "Do these look like the titties of an old person?" She
pulled her top up over her tits with one swift tug. The word 'breast'
sounded bland to her after her son's remark.
"Gosh! Your showing me them again. Oh wow!" Eric was delighted.
Helen again blushed, until her tits turned bright red. What had come
over her? She should cover herself right away she thought. But she had
initiated this whole incident in the first place by exposing her
pillowy globes. She felt a rush of emotion as she watched her son bask
in the sight of her proud, pointed treasures. Her nipples had hardened
on their own. They radiated heat. She wanted to touch them to see how
hot her son's stare had made them. Helen also began to feel warmth
deep inside her, from a place lower than her tits. She had never felt
such potential inside her before.
She hadn't masturbated in months, but now she wanted to go to her room
and see just how hot she could make herself. She started thinking
about her special spot between her legs, and she blushed even more.
Eric continued to stare. He was unable to see enough of them. Rooted
to his chair his head pointed directly at his mother. He wanted to get
up and look at them closer. His mother hadn't told him he had to stay
in the chair. She hadn't given him any warning whatsoever. She just
pulled her shirt up and flashed her tits at him. It was the most
amazing thing he could think of. Now she seemed total self absorbed.
She was looking right at him, but her mind mulled elsewhere.
Ever since yesterday, when he saw the shadow of his mother's tits,
they were all he could think about. His little peter had swelled up
and gotten hard several times. He had wanted to touch it when it got
hard like that, but last night the cold covers shrunk it down after it
had swelled from looking at his mother's tits. Now it was quickly
growing and hardening again. He stood up out of the chair so it didn't
cramp up inside his pants.
The movement startled Helen out of her introspection. The building
fire in her loins wavered. "What are you doing?" She asked Eric
uncertain.
"I had to get up. I want to see more."

Helen knew her son should have stayed in the chair, just as she knew
she wasn't suppose to be showing her tits to him, but the warm fire
within her comforted those worries. Her curiosity and desire buried
them.
Eric stepped closer. His face was a mask of innocent delight. Helen
puffed up her chest so her son could take a good look.
"Do you still like your mother's titties?" She giggled. "You didn't
answer my other question."
"Uh huh! They're even neater up close." Eric's face was about a foot
away from her uplifted reddened globes and dangling bra triangles.
She wondered if he would touch them. Her tits ached to be caressed,
squeezed, pressed against her body. She was barely able to keep from
running into her bedroom and locking the door, so she could do just
that.
"Eric, I really have to go..." She started.
"No mommy, please?" He reached up for her shirt. "I'll hold it."
Helen instinctively shrunk back. But wasn't this her own son? He just
wanted to get a good look at her tits. That's all, she thought. Then
she noticed his other hand. Unknowingly it had dropped below his waist
and was pulling on the front of his pants. And there, behind the
rugged material she could see the plain outline of his young cock!
Oh, my goodness! Helen was shocked. Her son was actually getting
turned on by looking at his mother's breasts! It was incredible. His
own little hard-on pushed out of his jeans at the same time she hung
her ample juggs of milk right in front of him. She couldn't speak.
Sensing his mother's apparent loss. Eric took her shirt hem from her
and leaned his face directly in front of her bulging tits. He was in
heaven. He could smell her recently washed flesh. His peter was hard
as a rock. As he prodded his dick, feeling how hard he had become, he
realized his mother was staring at it. He looked up at her and smiled.
"Oh, Eric, you really are growing up. I never realized that was why
you wanted to see my, uh, body. What are we going to do? You have to
let go of mommy's shirt."
"Oh gee, just a little longer?"
Helen pulled the fabric from his loose grip and dropped it. She
crossed her arms over her tits to be doubly sure, but she blushed when
she realized she couldn't take her eyes off his mound of hidden cock.
Eric watched her expression for a moment hoping she would again lift
her shirt and let him smell her titties. Maybe he could even touch
them? But her mother seemed adamant. Still she kept staring a his
pants. His cock felt even harder knowing she was looking at him. Maybe
that was it?
"If you look at this, can I see you again?" Eric asked
enthusiastically. Then before she could bring herself to say anything,
he had unzipped his pants and pulled down his underwear. Out popped
his beautiful cock. Only it wasn't the size her mother had imagined.
It was twice as big! It was almost as long as a man's, longer than
even some of theirs. It jutted out a full six inches, and it was
nearly two inches thick!
 "Eric!" Was all Helen could choke out in her total loss of motor
control.
"See mommy? I think it likes you." Eric sounded pleased. He pushed his
pelvis out and pointed his impressive peter right at her.
"What am I going to do with you?" Helen finally composed a complete
sentence.
Eric heard the displeasure in her voice. "Don't you like it mommy? It
got hard just because you let me look at you." He began to feel less
brave.
His mother was confused. How could she explain her awkwardness. Her
son had pulled out his pulsing boner right in front of her and wanted
to see her tits, and maybe even do more than see. "O-of course, I like
your, uh thing. It's just that.."
"Didn't you want to see it? I wanted to see your titties." Eric
interrupted her, trying to reestablish her consent.
She couldn't lie to him. "Y-yes. I guess I did, but I wasn't going to
ask."
"Now you have to show me again." Eric reminded her.
Helen was numb. Her arms fell to her side. Eric reached up and pulled
the tank top straps over her shoulders and down. Her beautiful tits
bounded into full view.
Eric laughed. Helen continued to look at her son's peter.
"Dearest, please put your pants back on." She whispered, unsure what
she really wanted.
"Aw, mommie. You aren't going to hide your titties again are you?"
Helen gulped with difficulty. "Uh, n-no. Not right away if you want.
I-I just feel a little dizzy."
"Oh, okay mommie." Eric stepped back as he let his mother sink down
into the large chair. The noise on the television added to her
confusion. He carefully replaced his lovely cock back in his pants,
but all the while he continued to stare with a self-pleased grin at
his mother's round globes.
Helen breathed swiftly and deeply. She felt her hands on her lap. They
fidgeted on her knee, wanting very much to probe between her legs. Her
vision of her son's sex tool remained. She wasn't sure how long she
would continue like this, frozen half naked in front of her little
boy. She wanted to run to her room and fuck herself as hard as she
could.
"Eric. Mommy has to go to her room soon."
Her boy smiled. "Oh, okay." He didn't move. He wished he could touch
those wondrous shapes before they disappeared again. His arm jostled
in a phantom spasm. His other hand returned to his sheathed cock to
adjust it. The simple movements did not go unnoticed by his mother.
"Oh Eric, I'm sorry. Mommy has to go." She raised her arms to restore
her shirt, giving her son a final, stretched out display of her
mesmerizing breasts. The curtain lowered, and Eric blushed.
"That was terrific!"
Without thinking, Helen reached out and hugged her boy. "Mommie loves
you very much." She then noticed that she could actually feel his
rigid cock behind his clothes. It nestled up against her thigh in a
nice fit. As if it belonged there, she mused. At once she felt
ashamed. She didn't say another word, only kissed Eric's forehead and
stood. Then she walked into her room.

She kept a rubber dildo in her clothes drawer. It was a monster. Helen
didn't like to waste time. She liked her jacking off hot and fast. She
never doted on herself. Hardly thinking, she went straight to her
hiding place and plucked the slightly worn toy out of the dresser. She
moved unconscious of her surroundings back to her bed were she dropped
the thick, fourteen inch long, plastic cock on the bed. She tugged at
her shorts and pulled them down efficiently. Her cunt was so moist she
could smell it. If only there were time for a new man in her life. She
had always believed that any romance would take valuable time from
raising her child, and she had compromised with artificial substitutes
for most of the boy's life.
Helen sat on her bed and reached for the dildo. As she turned back she
looked straight at her bedroom door. She had forgotten to close it,
and there, standing right in the middle of it was her son.
"Aaaaa!" She yelped.
They both jumped back.
"Mommie, w-what are you doing?"
"Oh my God!" Helen instantly realized that her firm thighs were lewdly
splayed open and her son could see every pore of her seeping cunt! In
her hands she gripped a huge replica of a man's livid cock!
To his credit, Eric didn't run away at the sudden intensity between
them. He merely shrank back a step and looked down. His eyes peeked up
as if he were struggling to control them.
Helen dropped the fake penis and closed her legs. She covered her
crotch with her hands.
"Good heavens! Eric, I meant to shut the door." It had become
understood that her son was always free to come into his mother's room
unless the door was shut. In her passionate rush to fuck herself she
had forgotten this signal.
"O-okay mommie. I'm sorry." He reached for the doorknob and started to
back away as he shut his mother in, then with an inch of space still
open he stopped.
"Mommy, were you going to hurt yourself?"
"Somehow her deep shame could not overcome her roused desires. But
when her boy asked his last question something popped inside her head.
She visualized herself plunging the massive rubber tool into her body.
What could she say? Maybe she should just refuse, she told herself,
but she and her son had always shared a special openness between them.
"No. No sweetheart. Now just go back to your TV and let mommie be.
"Okay." Eric said simply and he shut the door.

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