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Chapter 13
Mary went to the living room, sat in her favorite chair, and began reading
one of the books that her neighbor had given her. She had a hard time
getting into the novel, feeling very distracted by the conversation with
Dottie. It had been so bizarre. A complete stranger was encouraging her to
put a vegetable in her private parts. The thought gave her a tingle down
there. She had been tingling a lot lately; it was driving her crazy. She
wished her husband would be home soon so she could get some relief, but he
wasn't due for several more days.
One of Dottie's statements kept replaying in Mary's mind. She had said
something like: masturbation is the best thing you can do for God, yourself,
and your family. How could masturbation be good for her family? She
thought about her interactions with Andy over the last few days. Sure she
had been stern with him, but she just wanted to raise a good, young man. If
she was totally honest with herself, she had to admit she had been a little
bitchy with him. Was her sexual tension harming her relationship with her
son? Is that what Dottie meant?
Mary began to think about the incident with Andy in the shower. I have to
teach my son proper behavior, she thought. Surely a mother has the right to
examine her son's penis if she thinks he's misbehaving. It's true that I
held on to it for quite a while, but . . .. Oh my Lord, thought Mary. I .
. . who am I kidding? I wasn't disciplining him. I just wanted to feel his
penis get hard! This honest admission sent a jolt through Mary. Oh God,
what have I done? I just couldn't resist holding it. It felt so good.
It's been so long. Suddenly, the air on her crotch felt very cool. My
panties are soaked! But Mary, she said to herself, he's your son! The
incestuous nature of the incident hit her hard. Maybe Dottie was right. I
need sex so badly that I'm harming my family.
Mary tried to put aside these thoughts by redoubling her concentration on
the novel. It wasn't long before the intriguing plot had her reading
eagerly. When she came across the first sexual scene, her initial reaction
was to be offended. Ordinarily she would have thrown the book away at this
point, but she was so curious about what would happen next in the
suspenseful story, that she continued reading. She had to admit that as
smutty scenes go, that one was well written. She wouldn't admit to herself
how the erotic scene had affected her, but her increasingly soaked crotch
was an accurate indicator of her denial.
Mary read on, and encountered more erotica. The written, sexual passion was
making her squirm in her chair. As she did so, her panties started riding
up into the crack of her ass. Soon, they were separating her outer pussy
lips as well, and putting pressure right on her tingling clitoris. Almost
involuntarily, she began pushing rhythmically against the wet cloth. Mary
read quickly. She was becoming aware of the building tension in her pubic
region. She felt herself slipping into orgasm. Suddenly, she snapped out
of her reverie. Oh my Lord, she thought, I almost climaxed right in my
living room. She quickly looked around to see if Andy was anywhere in
sight. Thank heaven, he must be in his room. I'd better quit reading this
book, and start fixing dinner.
She went to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator. She stopped in her
tracks when she spotted the zucchini that Dottie brought. She picked up the
middle sized one and checked behind her for any sign of her son. For the
first time in her life, Mary looked at a vegetable as a phallic object. She
put both hands around it, ran them up and down it, and gave it a good
squeeze to compare it to a real penis. It's so cold, she thought. She put
it in the microwave for a few seconds. She took it out at the beep and
fondled the warm, stiff, pliable object. Suddenly her vagina felt very
empty. Mary never swore, but now she whispered, "Damn you Dottie Wicklund!"
The thought of actually putting the squash inside her made her feel very
naughty and excited. Her heart was beating rapidly. Get a hold of
yourself, Mary, and fix dinner. She laid the zucchini aside.
The first thing I'd better do is to change these panties. I don't want
Andrew to smell my vaginal scent. She went to her bedroom and stripped out
of her slacks and panties. In a very uncharacteristic move, Mary smelled
the wet crotch of her briefs. Oh yeah. Andy would have smelled this for
sure. She wasn't offended by the smell. She was familiar with it from her
sex sessions with her husband.
Mary didn't want to put on a clean pair of panties, since they would just
get dirty immediately from her wet pubic hair. She decided to put on an old
pair of slacks that were quite loose fitting. She never went without
panties, so she felt almost naked as she walked back to the kitchen.
Feeling air instead of cloth against her genitals made her feel somewhat
slutty. Mary didn't like the word horny, finding it unnecessarily crude;
but as she stood in her kitchen without her panties, she had to admit that
she was a horny bitch.
When dinner was ready, she called Andy to the table. Mary had a lot on her
mind, and sat silently through the meal. Every time she glanced at Andy,
she quickly looked away and felt guilty. Images of his youthful erection
kept popping into her head. She tried to put them out of her mind. Then
she thought, as stiff as that thing was, I'll bet he can really pump out
some semen! Oh forgive me Lord! I've lowered myself to the level of a
common whore.
"Mom, are you OK? You don't look too well."
"I'm all right, Andrew. I just have a lot on my mind."
Andy finished his dinner and excused himself. He went to the living room
and turned on the TV. Mary loaded the dishwasher and then joined him.
Nothing on TV interested her.
"Andy, I think I'm going to bed early tonight. I have a lot of thinking to
do."
"Really Mom? You'll miss your favorite show."
"I'm not in the mood." She kissed her son on the forehead as usual and said
goodnight.