Thank you for all the encouraging feedback, especially from those of you who shared your personal experiences with me. I welcome your feedback on Part 2 and would like to hear from those who have had personal experiences involving a family member. Look for Part 3 in about a month. Thanks to my editors for their help.
Chapter 2
I woke up bright and early Sunday morning. Ray had already left for his school where he was a member of the Drama Club. They were rehearsing for a forthcoming play. The events of the last two days had turned my world upside down. The encounters with my Son had left me shaken and on edge. I did not know what to make of all the new feelings and desires that had germinated within me. How am I supposed to face my own Son knowing about his secret desires and worse, that I too am infected by the same malignancies of incestuous desire? How am I to deal with the shameful knowledge that I am attracted to my own son?
My mind replayed the images in the magazine that I found in Ray's room. I rationalized that all teen boys look at sex magazines, yet this magazine was different. This was not Playboy or Penthouse but hardcore incest. I wondered if there were other mothers who had sex with their sons. Were there families that practiced incest? Or was it just me who was living in my own bubble, unaware of what was happening all around me in the real world?
These thoughts swirled in my head as I walked over to the kitchen to make my morning coffee. I thought about the dreaded phone call I had to make to Brenda, Bobby's mom. I wanted to ask her about the incest magazine and Ray's comments that "Bobby and his mom are very close".
The answer seemed obvious: if Brenda gave the magazine to her son, and he and his mom are apparently so close, then Brenda must have been having sex with her own son! She was committing incest. I did not know what else to think.
I wondered how I would begin the awkward conversation with Brenda. I struggled to reconcile my feelings about her. On one hand, Brenda was one of my closest friends and we shared so much together. We had raised our sons side by side and shared many secrets. Our husbands even played golf together. After her divorce from Nick, her ex-husband, we became even closer and shared our heartaches and happy moments. We were like sisters.
On the other hand, Brenda may lead a secret life. She may be having sex with her son. This Brenda was a stranger to me; a stranger with a dark, secretive side. A chill ran down my spine as I thought about this possibility.
I finished my coffee and headed to the living room to call Brenda. I nervously dialed her phone number, my hands shaking, my heart racing. Brenda answered the phone and we exchanged some pleasantries. She mentioned that she and Bobby were going to Santa Cruz to enjoy the beach and whether I wanted to join them. I told her I needed to talk to her. She picked up on the serious tone in my voice and asked:
"Sue, is everything OK? You don't sound well."
I told her about the incest magazine I found in Ray's room. He said he had received the magazine from Bobby. Was this true?
"Brenda, do you know what I am talking about? Do you know if Bobby gave the magazine to my son. Does Bobby read such magazines? This is not mainstream porn for heaven's sake! This is incest!" I said trying very hard to stay calm in spite of my heart thumping in my chest.
There was dead silence on the phone. It seems as if Brenda had dropped the phone.
Finally, she said, "Oh My God Sue, I am so embarrassed. I had no idea Bobby told anyone about that magazine. Oh, no... Jesus..." She stammered incoherently struggling to find the right words.
"Brenda, what are you saying? I don't believe this. Why would Bobby read such a magazine and where would he get such a magazine anyway? Do you even know the kind of pictures that are in that magazine?" I asked in a condescending tone.
She remained silent.
"Brenda, my son said Bobby got the magazine from you. Is that true? You gave that magazine to your son?" I asked. She remained silent for a few more moments until finally she found the nerve to respond.
"Yes, I gave him the magazine. I just ... just ... I don't know what to tell you," she said in a quiet voice.
Another awkward silence ensued.
"Sue, please... try to understand... the divorce devastated mine and Bobby's life. All we had was one another. We cried together and comforted each other. Don't you remember what a basket case I was when Nick abandoned us?" she pleaded looking for some sign of understanding on my part. "The loneliness and heartache became too much for both of us. So we turned to each other. I know society does not approve of such behavior, but we had few choices. Sue, I don't expect you to agree with me, but as my friend can you at least understand our situation? Can you at least do that?" she begged. "Sue I don't want to discuss this over the phone. Can I come over, please? Lets talk in person; I don't want to do this over the phone."
I agreed and quickly hung up the phone. I walked over to the family room and sat down on the couch trying to fit the pieces of this puzzle. I saw the incest magazine still sitting on the table, just where I had left it yesterday. Dare I look at it again?
I could not resist. I picked up the magazine and with shaking fingers turned the pages. My pussy was soaked as I looked at the mother-son photos. Now the faces were of Brenda and her son in my mind: perverted images of Brenda kneeling in front of her son and sucking his cock; images of Brenda masturbating her Son into her open mouth; images of both of them proudly staring at the camera, smiling as Bobby's cock was fully inside his mother; more images of Brenda smiling while spreading her legs wide open for her son; her fingers spreading her pussy lips to show her son her forbidden passage, a place where a Son must never go.
