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 Author: Nysidra
Title: Son's Affection
Keywords: Erotic Fiction, FFm, mm, incest
   <->
   I remember the first night I caught her.  It was very early or very
late, depending on your view.  I couldn't sleep and thought to watch a
movie or something.
   Hushed tones of a conversation came from the living room.
   My mother was sitting to the table talking to her best friend.
   "You know I love you, but to just sit here and listen to you say
something like that to me," said my mother.
   "You know I'm telling the truth," the soft voice of her best friend
countered.  "He is getting more and more handsome each day."
   I could see my mother blushing under the light, but she could not see
me, standing in the darkness.  I dropped to my knees and slowly edged
closer as she talked.
   "You should ...  see him when he steps out the shower when he's been
working out.  The boy is a god among men."
   "Is he," her best friend paused.  My mother stared.  "You know?  Has he
got his dick wet yet?"
   My mother clasped a hand to her mouth and stifled her laugh, her face
flushed with blood.  "I don't know," she finally admitted.  "I haven't seen
him with a steady girlfriend, but that doesn't mean much."
   "Let me be 17 again." The other woman mused.  "I'd give him all he can
handle."
   "Hush," my mother said, her eyes wide.
   "If he asked you, would you?"
   I looked at my mother's face.  Trying to read her best friend's answer
through her expression.  There was still the redness, but not the faux
embarrassment as before.  I watched her eyes drift away, thinking of
something that made her breathe a long, flustered sigh.
   "Now, you know," my mother began, even softer.  I paid attention to the
movement of her lips, "that's some perverted--"
   "When did you ever care about perversion?"
   "It started when I gave birth, actually."
   Giggles, then a long silence between them.  I nearly crawled back to my
room, I heard her sigh.  "I could be persuaded."
   I could hardly breathe as I painstakingly found my way back to my room.
Not a single creaking board or squealing nail gave away my position.
   I throbbed, from head to toe I throbbed and thought I'd pass out.  I
slipped back into bed, laying flat on my hot, firm hard on against my
belly.
   Amazing.  Out of this planet amazing.  This conversation had happened
before, in a different place and time.
   ***
   I have my own best friend, Tanner.  We keep each other's secrets.  We
also keep each other straight, in an ironic manner of speaking.
   Tanner came out of his bathroom with a warm, wet hand cloth in hand and
cleaned up the area of my thigh where he had drooled.  There wasn't much.
He was a swallower.
   "So?" Tanner asked as he walked away to rinse the cloth.
   I cleared my throat.  "Well," I sighed, heavily.  "You're getting
better."
   He laughed.
   For a while, I couldn't find another word.
   "Same for you," said Tanner.
   We laughed again.
   "Okay, something I have to ask." He turned to look at me.  "Your mother
and her friend, Diamond.  Do you think they've ever done something like
this?"
   "No doubt.  I definitely think so, especially when they were younger,
before I came along."
   "They are so fucking hot.  I wish my mom was that hot." Tanner stole him
a look, but there was no reply in my face.
   "Why?" I asked.  "If she were your mother, would you do it with her?"
   Tanner shrugged.  "Would you?"
   "Would I what?"
   "Do it with your, with Rhonda." Tanner paused.  "Or her best friend, or
both?"
   "My own mother?  Okay, she looks like me with tits and curves.  I won
-(TM)t lie; I find her attractive.  I wouldn't do it out of lust.  If she
needed me, I'd be there." I couldn't believe I said the words out loud.
   "And Diamond?"
   "Yes.  Hell yes.  Fuck, I don't even have to qualify that.  I -(TM)d
fuck her every day, lust, boredom, or no reason at all."
   ***
   I lay in bed, willing myself to go back to sleep.  Eventually, I just
gave up.  I shot out of bed and walked into the kitchen.  I needed a glass
of water.
   I entered the kitchen through the back hall way.  I kept my eyes half
closed.  I made no effort to hide my approach.  Their talking hushed.
   "Oh, shit," I said, pretending to just notice them when I got in the
kitchen.  Feigning confusion, I glanced down at my hard on, at half staff,
but still putting on quite the show.  I mumbled a greeting while grabbing
the orange juice out of the fridge.  With my other hand I grabbed a glass
and sat to the table with them.  "It happens," I casually explained,
ignoring their shocked faces.  "We're all adults.  Right?"
   They said nothing.  Cats with fluttering canaries in their mouths.
   "Well, you two are," I poured my juice and drank it.
   The looks flashing across the table moved as quickly as a wild ping pong
tournament.  This was something Diamond and my mother Rhonda did well. 
They spoke with their eyes.
   "I'm going to go." Diamond said.
   "Hey, don't do that," I interrupted Diamond's attempt to escape.  My
heart was pounding as my hand pressed on her shoulder.  "I woke up and
needed a drink."
   Diamond drew her hands back under the table.
   "Damn it," I whispered under my breath.
   They both turned to me, disarmed and concerned.
   I was really going to go through with this.  "Mom, can we do some
shots?"
   "What?" She nearly shrieked.
   Diamond exploded in laughter.
   "It's three in the morning.  Dagon, have you lost your damn mind?"
   "Safest place to drink is at home with the supervision of adults." I
said, "Plus, it's not for me."
   She was looking irritated now.  I was about to lose my window.
   "I'm a virgin," I blurted out.  "So now you can be confident of that."
   They both paled so quickly.  All that girlish glee melted in an instant
as they realized he'd heard their conversation.
   I was going to fuck it up if I didn't tread carefully.  "Sorta, anyway,
if you don't count blow jobs."
   "I need to go," Diamond whispered almost hysterically.
   I shook my head at my mother.  "She's like my aunt.  Please, let her
stay."
   "No shots," Rhonda said.  She sounded angry, serious.  "We're taking
this conversation to the living room, and you have to stay, Diamond."
   She was banking on Diamond to keep this from going somewhere perverted.
   I had the opposite bet.
   I followed them into the living room, turning out the kitchen light.  We
sat on the couch.  The women on either side of me.  No one turned on a
light.
   "As you can guess," I began the moment I sat down.  "I heard you all
talking about me.  I didn't mean to and I probably missed a huge chunk." I
leaned forward.  "Tanner and I had like, the same conversation and it
turned out the same way." My laugh was nervous, a little high.
   "I'm so sorry," my mother apologized.
   "Obviously, I'm not upset."
   "Doesn't matter," she answered.  "It's irresponsible for me to speak of
you like that."
   "But flattering," I noted.  "Anyway, Tanner and I had this theory that
we're like you and Diamond."
   "Huh?" Diamond finally spoke.
   "Do you all." I stopped.  "Tanner and I blow each other off sometimes.
Better the devil you know and all." I shrugged, not liking the depth of
quiet that fell over the room.  "Not that I feel it matters, but we would
prefer the company of a female if we found one that wasn't bat shit
insane." The sigh rattled out of me.  "So we figured," I continued before
the silence sapped the last of my courage.  "That you two probably also had
a close relationship."
   What now?  What else did I have to say?  What was my plan?  In my
confession I had lost sight of my goal.  And the silence continued, though
it felt a little less awkward now.  Vanessa had an artful silence.
   "Thank you," my mother spoke after several minutes, "for confronting us
and being honest."
   "He certainly is your son," Diamond added.
   "Certainly.  Regardless of my reckless fantasies, it would be unhealthy
to make them reality.  You are 17, and I have the responsibility to be your
mother."
   "What fantasies?" I asked, looking for a hole to poke into her armor. 
If, as Diamond said, I was certainly her son, then she was as corruptible,
passionate, and able to swim without drowning.
   "Fantasies are meant to stay that way. -�
   Diamond continued,  -�For them to actually happen would mean dealing
with consequences, which suck.  That's why it's more fun to think about
turning into a sex-crazed monster under the full moon than actually being
one."
   "Precisely," Rhonda responded, barely masking her surprise.
   "Or why rape fantasies are only fun in your head," Diamond offered.
   "You fantasize about being raped?" I asked her, feeling my mother wasn't
ready.  "Or just having your needs anticipated and aggressively answered?"
   "Oh really?" Diamond's breathy voice replied.
   I smelled her arousal and felt myself swell once more.
   "Stop," Rhonda -(TM)s voice was harsh.
   I was losing.  I stopped, as told, but I reached out and grabbed
mother's hand.  I held it tight for a second before softening.
   "And what's that supposed to mean?" She quipped.
   With my other hand I took Diamond.  I pulled them both to me, and they
both resisted, slightly.  I put my mother's hand in Diamond's shocking
them.
   I grinned in the dark and I tugged the pair of hands near my lap.
   "Touch me," I said.  "The both of you."
   "No fucking way," Diamond said.
   My mother did.  I was blinded with shock.  "Nice try, bitch.  Get your
hand on him."
   She giggled as her hand joined my mother's.  "Oh shit, babe," she said,
gripping different parts of me.  They'd been here before, "He's a fucking
stallion."
   I stayed so very quiet.  So still.  Hoping they would forget me and
concentrate on the object in their hands.
   "Told you," she quietly answered.  Rhonda -(TM)s touch was soft, gentle,
touching him in a way she'd never let herself before.
   Diamond went lower and took my balls into her hands.  She leaned over to
my mother.  Breast slightly swinging, "What the fuck are we ...  you going
to do?"
   I went on autopilot.  "I only want to feel your hands on me."
   Diamond leaned back.
   "No harm," I whimpered uncontrollably under my mother's manipulation. 
"No," I panted, "no foul."
   "No harm," Rhonda hissed, but her hand stroked my cock all the same. 
"You think nothing will change if I bring my flesh and blood to come right
in my hands?"
   Diamond withdrew for a short moment.  I smelled the lotion and felt her
press up on the flesh just before my anus.
   I took a frantic breath as my body contorted and I came, hard and
explosively in their hands.
   I had come, but she was still touching me, soft and expertly.  I was
sensitive and she knew it.
   Diamond repositioned herself on the couch while playing with my dick.  I
slid my hand under her shorts and in her panties to the pool of moisture I
could smell.
   She twitched and squealed.
   "Hush," I told her, sounding a bit like my mother.  "The only thing I
want to hear from you is instruction."
   I saw Diamond look to my mother, but she was observing, and still
holding me, caressing my soft, cum soaked flesh.  She wasn't afraid to get
her hands dirty.
   "Softer," Diamond whispered.  "And slow down, at first."
   I did as she told me and her hips flinched.
   "Long, slow strokes." She breathed with a pant.
   I was getting hard again.
   "Diamond, put your breast in my my mouth."
   She was topless in a second and I sucked her nipple and fingered her
hard, wet clitoris.  I didn't see my mother lean over, so when I felt her
lips slide over the head of my cock, I bit Diamond.  That's how I
discovered she liked it.  I felt her climax in my hand.  She moaned and
collapsed away from me, leaving us to watch Vanessa enthusiastically
sucking on my dick.
   With Diamond out of her way she turned herself and kneeled between my
legs.  I didn't say a word I didn't need to.  She was so good.  Superb. 
But I'd done this before.
   "Fuck me," I pled.  "Fuck me, please.  I want to feel you."
   My mother looked up.  She looked angry, but she straddled me and came
down on my dick again and again, fast, furious.
   I came in a matter of seconds.
   I grabbed a hold of my boxers and ran to my bedroom.  I was showered and
back in my bed within ten minutes.
   I found a note on my desk.
   "You have to be careful.  Act like nothing happened.  She's going to be
nervous.  So show her all is well.  Remember, this was your hand to play.
So never think about bringing this up in an argument.  Be a man.  If you've
never been one before now: start.
   Also, never get into a 'never again' talk.  Just drop it.  Good luck."
   I folded the note and stashed it away.  It didn't need a signature.
   I smelled breakfast and dressed, in loose shorts and a shirt as usual
and found my way to the kitchen.
   "Good morning," said my mother.
   "Good morning."
   "Just in time.  I was going to yell for you."
   I waited until she joined me at the table eating steak, eggs, and hash
browns.
   "I had a note by my bed, from Diamond, telling me to act like 'nothing
happened', but she also said I need to act like a man.  The kind of man I
want to be does not involve having a mind-blowing carnal experience and the
pretending it never happened.  So, thank you, and, I'm not going to dwell
on it.  I know my place.  I'm your son."
   "And a damn fine gentleman," she added.
   <->
Written: August 2008
"My sexual interests are like my eating habits.  I'll try anything once,
twice, if you prepare it differently." -Bianca Lee
   Contact: nysidra at hot mail dot com
  
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