As with most things I write this short incest story about a mother and her son takes place in a happy alternate reality where people don't worry about birth control or STD's.
I hope you enjoy!
IsabellaEmily
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"Quit complaining," I said for the tenth time. "Neither of us is happy about this, but it is what it is."
"I still think I'd be more comfortable in the car," Dominic said.
"I don't want you sleeping in the car," I whispered. "You'd have to move it out into the driveway to run the AC, and this isn't the safest neighborhood. Besides it's just one night."
"Good," he said. "Since we're staying the night in an unsafe neighborhood, at least we're making it easier on any potential murderers by being the same room so he can get us both at once."
"Don't worry," I teased him. "I'll fight him off and you can complain to him about the heat."
"It couldn't be much hotter in the car with it parked in the garage than it is in here," he complained. "And it wouldn't be so crowded."
"Look on the bright side," I told him with a grin. "You can tell all your friends that you slept with an older woman."
"I'll be a hero as long as they don't find out it was my mom," he laughed. "Unless..."
"Unless what?" I asked, squirming on the thin mattress while I tried to get comfortable.
My son Dominic and I were sprawled out on a sleeper sofa with some pillows and a king-sized sheet.
We had come to help my older sister sell her house and move into a tiny one-bedroom apartment. Most of her stuff had been moved, except for the furniture that she was leaving behind to donate, and several boxes of books and junk that she'd saved for me to go through.
My son and I had loaded what I wanted to keep into my SUV and donated the rest, but because of a terrible rainstorm had decided to stay the night before hitting the road for home.
Unfortunately, there was some sort of convention in town and finding hotel rooms had been impossible. We couldn't even find a room to share.
My sister was spending the first night in her new place and had told us that if we could make do with the sleeper sofa, we were welcome to it.
Unfortunately, the air conditioner in her house no longer worked. It was due to be replaced next week, but that wasn't doing us any good on this rainy and humid summer night.
We'd borrowed pillows and the sheet from my sister and decided to make the best of it, the two of us spread out on the unfolded sleeper sofa, the only light in the room coming from the streetlight outside.
"Unless I mention that we slept together to Brian," Dominic said. "He wouldn't be freaked out. He'd be insanely jealous."
"Jealous?" I asked.
I was pretending to be surprised, but I was secretly pleased. Brian was Dominic's best friend, and I'd been catching him staring at me a lot lately.
He seemed to go out of his way to spend a lot of time out on our back deck whenever I was in the pool. More than once I'd caught him shifting around to try to hide his erection.
"Brian has a huge crush on you," Dominic said. "He'd give anything to trade places with me."
"So maybe I'll tease him and tell him I slept with a twenty-five-year-old," I laughed. "That ought to fuel his masturbatory fantasies for a while."
"Oh thanks mom," said Dominic. "Tonight wasn't awkward enough until my own mother mentioned my friend masturbating."
"Don't tell me you're embarrassed about that subject," I said. "Not after all the semen-soaked towels I've picked up off the floor of your room."
"Oh you're one to judge," he laughed. "I know that's not an electric toothbrush I hear humming in your room every night. No one moans like that just from clean teeth."
"Fair enough," I laughed. "Let's call a truce then. Neither of us will mention masturbation again tonight, and neither of us will masturbate tonight."
"Jeezus Mom!" Dominic blurted out. "I assumed that was a given!"
"I'm sharing a bed with someone with a perpetual erection who never clears his search history," I teased. "Just trying to establish some boundaries."
"I'm just a curious young man with a healthy body," he proclaimed in mock defense. "Don't judge."
"No judgement here," I told him. "Although sometime remind me to ask you about the things you've watched on my laptop. When I was your age, I never masturbated to videos of lesbians peeing on each other."
"I fucking hope not," he said. "When you were my age, you were a parent."
We lay still in the dark room for a few minutes, and I was trying to decide how much of this conversation was just teasing back and forth, and how much Dominic might really be embarrassed or bothered by it.
We were usually pretty open with each other, and he shared my sarcastically dark sense of humor.
I eventually decided to give in to one of the personality traits of mine that he's teased me about several times over the years. My inability to let someone else have the last word.
"Parents get horny too Dominic," I whispered with a grin.
"About golden showers and lesbians?" he laughed.
"You don't know my life!" I teased. "Maybe I have some lesbian peeing fantasies."
"Well let me know if you ever decide to act them out at the house," he said. "I might want to get to know some of the participants. Or at least watch."
"Maybe my fantasies aren't about those two things specifically," I admitted. "But not all of my fantasies involve the missionary position in the dark."
"If any of them do involve lesbians just remember that both my birthday and Christmas are just around the corner," he said. "And I don't need more socks or another sweater."
"I'll get you paper towels and some lube," I giggled. "And you can get me batteries.
"Are you really that old and boring?" he asked. "Your fantasy is more batteries for your vibrator?"
"You couldn't handle one of my fantasies," I told him. "But it would make your peeing lesbians seem tame."
"On that note we should try to get some sleep," he laughed. "I'm not sure that laying in the dark swapping sexual fantasies with my mom is a good idea."
"Have it your way," I grinned.
I stretched out as best I could, waiting for almost thirty seconds before adding one final word.
"Coward," I whispered.
He laughed and squirmed around, looking for his own comfortable position.
"It's so fucking hot," he said, about ten minutes later.
"Shut up," I laughed. "At least you're not wearing a shirt. I'll never get to sleep like this."
I was wearing an oversized t-shirt that I sometimes slept in on cold nights. Normally I slept naked, but I had planned on being in an air-conditioned hotel room. Knowing that Dominic was in the bed next to me I'd kept my panties on too.
"Take if off it you have to," he said. "I promise not to look at your old lady boobs."
"Old lady boobs?" I laughed, smacking him in the arm. "I am far from an old lady. My breasts are amazing and a sight to behold."
"A sight to behold?" he laughed. "Who the hell told you that?"
"Well no one recently," I admitted with a grin. "But I certainly don't think I look old."
"Fine," he said. "I take it back. Take your shirt off so you can try to get comfortable, and I promise not to behold your breasts."
The idea of taking the shirt off did appeal to me. It was sweltering in the room, and I always slept better without anything on.
"It would be weird," I said tentatively.
"Weird?" Dominic asked. "What could possibly be weird about a twenty-five-year-old grown man sleeping in the same bed as his forty-five-year-old mother? This is the most normal thing in the world Mom."
"Don't look," I said, sitting up.
"Fine," he said.
I pulled the shirt over my head and lay back down, feeling slightly better in the hot room.
"You're not wearing a bra!" Dominic exclaimed after about thirty seconds.
"It's too hot for a bra," I told him. "And you said you weren't going to look anyway."
