Sick Mum Sicker Son Ch 03

A few days later, I was lounging around in front of the TV. I had sort of been avoiding mum after the whole trying to make out with her thing. It was difficult as I'd still been needed to help her to the bathroom and prepare meals for us both. While it was a little awkward to start with, the silences didn't last long, we were talking, not quite as openly as before, but still, bearable. I was half way through an episode of some sitcom, when the doorbell went. Usually I'd make my 'I'll get it' joke, but didn't think we were quite back there yet. I got up and went to the door. Stood on the doorstep was Beth, carrying 2 bags over both her shoulders.

'Hi Beth, can I get that for you?' I reached out as she shrugged off a bag and offered it to me.

'Thanks stud,' she said with a smirk on her face. She stepped in past me, usually we'd make small talk as we made our way to mum's room, but today she stood in the hallway and turned towards me. 'So, how was date night?' She asked with a broad smile across her face.

'Err, it was good, thanks.... why?' I realised I was a little too fast and defensive with the question.

'Oh, no reason, I spoke to your mum yesterday, she said she had fun and you were a proper gent,' she smirked up at me. Had mum told her about the kiss? No, why would she do that? I'd be mortified if she told anyone else, there's no way she'd do that to me. She stood there holding her bag, like she was waiting for something more. I smiled back at her like a gormless loon.

'Yeah, she said you were the consummate gentleman and even... kissed her goodnight,' the statement hung in the air, the smile slowly left my face, to be replaced by widening eyes and blushed cheeks. I could feel face burning, I started stumbling for something to say but Beth cut me off.

'Haaa, don't worry stud, your secret is safe with me, Scout's honour I won't say a word,' she held up 3 fingers by her shoulder in a mock salute. Trying to gain some composure I said,

'You weren't a scout!' To which she just giggled. 'Look Beth, it was nothing, I kissed her goodnight, usually I kiss her cheek, but it was like a date night thing, so I gave her a peck on the lips, I have no idea why she even brought it up with you, it was nothing.' I blurted out. Thinking about it, I probably sounded a little more desperate and over defensive, in a 'the lady doth protest too much, methinks' way, than I intended!

'Don't be silly,' she said, 'I think it's beautiful and you are an amazing son. Your mum is lucky, and she knows it.' She looked directly into my eyes, the smile had gone, she looked genuinely sincere. My face contorted into a quizzical expression, my lips pursed to the left side of my mouth and I raised my left eyebrow.

'Oh yeah?'

'Yes,' she said, her tone hushed. 'Look, let me finish up with your mum, then I want to have a talk with you. I haven't got anyone else to see today, so when I'm done, I'll shut her door and you can stick the kettle on and let's have a chat over a cuppa, OK?' My expression hadn't changed, I was wondering what she could possibly want to talk to me about, but I agreed and she walked off towards mum's room.

I sat back in the lounge, going over the conversation I'd just had, trying to fathom what Beth wanted to sit down and talk to me about. We'd never done it before, sure I'd talked to her but usually around mum and they were usually digging fun at me. Every now and again I would hear them both laughing, it made me self conscious. Were they laughing at me in there? Was mum telling her more stuff about me and having a big joke at my expense?

About an hour or so later, I heard her saying her goodbyes, so as promised, I got up and made my way to the kitchen. I flicked the kettle on got a couple of mugs out to make tea. I heard the bedroom door clunk shut and Beth appeared in the kitchen, clutching her bags. She hung them over a chair and sat down as I waited for the kettle to finish boiling.

'Your mum is an absolute hoot, I feel like I've known her forever,' she said as she slid into a chair.

'Funny, she says the same about you,' I replied.

'Really? Ha, cool. You know with this job I come across allsorts and I've only really been able to be this open and honest with maybe 1 other client and she's become a very good friend to me too. I love coming here and spending time with your mum, she's great,'

'I know, I can hear' I said smiling, as I finished up making the tea, 'sugar?' I asked, 'no thanks, I'm sweet enough', she replied. I smiled at the terrible, age old joke and turned towards her and brought the mugs over to the table and sat opposite her. 'So what do you want to talk to me about?' I asked.

'Oh nothing really, just wanted to have a chat,' we both took a sip from our mugs, looking at each other. Beth smiled as she set her mug down. She reached over and took my hand in both hers.

'Look Jake, just be honest with me, I promise absolutely no judgement here,' she paused, I waited. 'Do you want to fuck your mum?' The world seemed to stop moving, time slowed down, I was stuck in this moment, my mouth hanging open. How. The. Fuck did she know?! A few seconds had passed and I hadn't replied. I was shocked she'd asked the question, my head was spinning. 'Jake? You look scared! Don't worry, be calm, I'm just asking a question, do you want to have sex with your mother?'

I pulled my hands away from her. 'Wha-? NO I don't... I mean, why would..... what the.... What a ques-... why, wh-... I mean, has she said.... look Beth, I think...'

My heart was pounding, I could hear my heartbeat pulsing in my ears. I had NOT expected THAT question! I still couldn't form any coherent sentences, just the odd word strung together, I was stuttering, umming and arring.

'OK, breathe! Calm down,' she leaned forward and pulled my hands back to the middle of the table, where she could sit back down while still holding them, she was smiling at me. 'It's OK, trust me, I want to help.' This whole conversation had stumped me, but I had my legs completely swept from under me, if I'd been standing up, I'm sure I would have collapsed on myself.

'Wh- wh-what? What did you say?'

'Haha, you're cute when you're flustered.' She looked like she was thinking for a second, then it seemed as if a decision had been made in her head. She let go of my hands and fished out her phone. She held it to her chest and looked me in the eye.

'OK, I'm going to show you something, but I want you to understand, the only reason I'm showing you this, is because I want you to know something about me that if I were to tell anyone about you and your mum, you could tell someone about this and ruin my life. This is big, so I'm only going to show you if you're honest with me from this point on, understand?'

I did not understand, I had no clue what she was on about. She looked down at her phone and started tapping away. She put the phone on the table and I watched her enter a pattern, even upside down this wasn't difficult to decipher. It was a 'B', starting at the 7, sliding up to the 1, across to the 3, down to the 6 across to the 4, back to the 6, down to the 9 and back to the 7. I could see she went to her secure folder and tapped on an image. She turned the phone and slid it towards me.

'Hit play,' she said, then put her hands in her lap and looked down. I picked up the phone and hit the large triangle on the screen. The image came to life, the phone was shaky and blurry and I couldn't quite work out what I was looking at, at first, then the image focused and I was looking at the top of someone's head, bobbing back and forth on a huge black cock. Then the woman looked up and it was Beth, looking directly into the camera, making eye contact with me, with a black cock in her mouth, she smiled, her left hand stroking it as she held the guys tip in her mouth and sucked it like a lollipop, her wedding ring clearly visible. I looked up in shock, but she was still looking down at her hands. She was giving this guy an unbelievable sloppy blow job. I wanted to turn the volume up, but a sneaky plan entered my head.

I stopped the playback and it went back to the gallery, I saw there was about 20 other images in her secure gallery. I knew if I wanted to send these to myself, first I'd need to get them back to her gallery, so I highlighted them all, hit the 3 dots in the top right, hit 'Remove From Secure Folder', the security pattern popped up, I quickly put her 'B' in and they all disappeared. In my peripheral vision I could see she had looked up at me, I held my mouth open looking at the screen as if I was still watching her sucking a black cock, I chanced looking at her, then back to the phone. I stealthily went to her gallery, found the movies, highlighted them all and hit 'share'. A box popped up asking how I wanted to share them, I chose email and tapped in my address and hit send. A notice came up, 'files too big to go in one email', so I copied and cut a load of them and opened a 2nd email, putting my email address in again. Still no joy, luckily I was fast on phones like this, it took 7 emails to send all the files. Jeez, they must be big! There was 24 files in total. I hit send on them all, within a minute the emails had gone. I looked at Beth again. She looked genuinely worried and vulnerable at this point.

'I know right,' she said, she looked down again, 'Obviously that isn't my husband,' I said nothing, managing to send the files all back into the secure file, I was now in her Gmail, in 'sent items' deleting the email I'd sent to myself. Just had to get back into the secure file and open the movie and she'd be none-the-wiser. I started playing another movie.

'Are they all like this?' I asked, she looked over at me and made a grab for her phone.

'What do you mean all, you cheeky bastard are you looking at another one?'

'Ha, of course, there's loads on here! Are they all with the same guy?' I asked. She sat back in her chair, she knew the damage had been done, so it didn't matter if I'd seen more than one clip.

'No,' she said, looking down at her hands again. I took one last look at her phone as she was on all fours in front of the black guy, he was easing his cock into her. I leaned forward and handed her back her phone, looking chivalrous, but knowing I'd have a fun evening tonight watching Beth get fucked. She took her phone back with a meek smile on her face. I guess it's true what they say, looks can be decieving! Beth didn't look innocent per se, but you would never guess this nurse loved cheating on her husband with black guys with huge cocks!

'So, you see, whatever we say here today, is just between the 2 of us, I have no intention of ruining your life because I've showed you movies of me cheating on my husband, so I know, if I say anything, you can, in turn, ruin MY life. I love my husband and would die if he ever found out,'

'So, why do you cheat on him, if you don't mind me asking?' I interrupted.

'Honestly, I don't know. I really DO love him, but I cheated before our 1st wedding anniversary and I've pretty much been regularly cheating since. He's a lovely guy and I don't want to hurt him, but he's just not up to it in the bedroom, the first 6 months of our marriage, you know, the time when we should be doing it like rabbits, we had sex maybe 10 times and it was fine, but not mind blowing earth shattering sex. Then I met this guy at the gym, one thing led to another, and I ended up in the showers of the men's changing room late one day. There were still a couple of guys in there changing after their workout. They had no idea I was in a stall with this guy getting fucked and having some of the best sex of my life. I guess the fear of getting caught was a massive turn on, oh and he had a massive dick,' she chuckled, looking off reminiscing with herself. After a hazy moment, her eyes refocussed on me, 'It's just sex with the other guys, well,most of the time', again, she looked off, trying to stifle a smile, but failing, 'I mean, I love my husband and that will never change, but sometimes the guy I'm with might want to assert his dominance and tell me, like, he owns me now or, if I want his dick again I have to stop having sex with my husband, yada yada yada, I happily play along, but they don't realise, I barely have sex with him anymore by his choice anyway, he hardly touches me, let alone fucks me, seriously,' she gestured at herself, 'my husband doesn't want to have sex with this all the time!' She put her elbows on the table, made fists and plonked them under her chin, she looked like a bratty child for a second. 'I'm lucky if we have sex 3 or 4 times a year.... the other guys just help keep me sane'. Her hands dropped to the table again and that far off, hazy expression returned with the mischievous smile.

I wanted to ask her a ton of questions and hear more about how she cuckolds her husband on a regular basis, but suddenly, her expression cleared and she looked over at me again.

'So, anyway, where were we? You've got some ammunition on me now, so let's talk openly and freely, agreed?' I nodded. 'I'll ask you again then,' she said being more authoritarian now, the meekness completely gone, 'do you want to fuck your mum, yes or no?' It was my turn to break eye contact, I looked down, after a moment or 2 I said quietly,

'I guess.' She scoffed at me,

'You guess? You're going to have to do better than that Jake. I've spoken to your mum, she told me about your date night and the kiss, which was more than a 'peck' by all accounts, and I also know about your little panty fetish.' I was about to protest when she continued, 'Don't you dare try to deny it, we agreed to be open and honest here remember, I'm not judging you, I just want you to be truthful!'

'Well, yes, but how did you-'

'How did I know?' She interrupted, 'you forget I helped her get ready for the date. I was looking for a pair of panties to go with her dress, when I picked up those white ones, they felt cold, then I realised, they were actually a bit wet, I held them to my nose and breathed in the scent of cum.' She looked at me with her eyebrows raised, as if to say, 'what do you have to say young man?'

'I- err, well, I mean, I-' I was stuttering like a child. Then a thought hit me, WOMEN TALK! 'Shit, does she know?' I must have looked anguished.

'No, don't panic, stud, she doesn't know, what do you take me for?' She looked at me with an annoyed expression on her face, which only lasted a couple of seconds, as she continued.

'I purposely picked those panties, it sent a tingle through me knowing you'd jacked off into your mother's knickers and she was going to wear those cum stained knickers on a date with you. It seemed too good an opportunity to pass up on!' That made sense now, I'd wondered at the time, why had mum got all dressed up in a fancy outfit, done her make up but worn ordinary white cotton panties?

'OK, yes, you got me,' I could feel my face starting to burn as I blushed, 'occasionally I 'borrow',' I made the air quotes sign with my fingers, 'a pair of her knickers and wank into them. I don't wear them or anything,' I quickly added, 'I'm not a weirdo.' I realise how ridiculous that sounds under the circumstances.

'I don't know what's happened, but since I got back from college, she's been depressed and we've talked and she opened up about thinking she'll never get a man again, which I think is mental, because she's awesome, so beautiful, funny, sexy, but she thinks no one would look at her, and to be honest, it would be difficult to get her out there to meet anyone, so I suggested tinder, but all the while I was looking at her thinking, I'd be honoured to be her man, whatever she wanted or needed I'd give her, and the more I thought this, the more I looked at her like a woman, and like I said, she's hot.' I'd let go of my inhibitions a little and was actually surprising myself how honest I was being about this, the most taboo of subjects. I'd never even really talked to myself about it like this!

Beth was listening intently to what I was saying, she reached forward and took my hand in both hers again and let me continue. 'I knew she'd never go for it, I mean, it's incest, isn't it, a life changing decision right there, so I started to take her dirty knickers and use them to wank with, then I started to take clean ones, in the hope I'd catch her wearing them, which I did and it was so hot, but now I can't get her out of my head, I want her so bad, so the other night I tried to kiss her, to test the waters and she rejected me, not in a nasty way, but she stopped me and basically said we couldn't take that step.'

'But you really want to take that step, don't you?' She asked.

'I do,' I said back immediately.

Beth smiled at me, 'now that wasn't so hard was it?' I laughed.

'You have no idea,' I said, 'I never thought I'd be sharing this with anyone, it's mad,'

'Well, what are we going to do about it?' She asked.

'What do you mean?' I asked, confused.

'I've had the same conversations with her, you know we're close, we talk about everything! She's told me she feels lonely, and to put it bluntly, she told me she wants some cock,'

'Yeah, she didn't quite put it like that with me, but I got her jist,' I said.

'Well, you've got a cock, so let's get it inside her,'

'Easy as that,' I said, 'and how do you propose we do this?'

'Leave that to me. I've told her that when she next has the place to herself I'll arrange for someone to come with me on my visit, and I'll introduce her to him,' she held her hands up in a 'ta-da' pose.

'OK, and when I walk in, she'll just say, oh it's you, come on then, jump on?' I asked sarcastically.

'No, dufus, I'll get her to wear a blindfold, I'll say, you're shy or you're into some kinky stuff or something... we can work that out later,' she said waving off the semantics, 'what do you think?'

'You really think that would work?' I asked.

'We can but try,' she said shrugging her shoulders and holding both her palms up to the ceiling.

'Um, well OK, I'm willing to try anything. I don't think she'd go for it ordinarily, if our date is anything to go by, I tried a bit harder than I made out earlier... I kissed her 3 times, but she stopped me when I got a little over amorous,'

'I know,' Beth said, 'I told you, your mum tells me everything, you naughty scamp. But you know what? You'd be surprised how she might react. If we get the right set of circumstances I bet she'd go for it and let you go further.'

'Really, what makes you say that?' I asked.

'Just some conversations we've had over the last few months,' she paused and then leaning forward looked to her left then her right, conspiratorially, 'I have a confession,' I leaned in too. 'You see, something you and my husband don't know about me... I'm a kinky bitch! Since I've got to know your mum better and we've become close and we have that sort of relationship where you can be open with each other with no worry about judgement and you know what?'

'What?' I quickly replied.

'I think, with a bit of carefully timed, gentle nudges, I think she'd dive off the deep end too'.

'What makes you say that?' I asked, very hopefully.

'Well, she always seems very interested in my tales of shameless debauchery and always has hundreds of questions and giggles like a teenager when I divulge some of the more, shall we say, dirtier details.'

I couldn't believe what I was hearing about my mum, the fire of hope suddenly began to burn hotter within me.

'So, I've told her about some of my infidelities, which is probably why she keeps trying to set us 2 up, she knows you need a girl and I cheat on my husband,' she brought her hands together and linked her fingers, as if this explained the rest of that sentence,

'Well, every time she talks about needing a man or she wishes she could just get some no strings cock, I always say, 'well, you've got a perfectly fine specimen just across the hall'. The first couple of times I said it she almost choked and wouldn't hear it, refused to even joke about it, but I won't let it drop and I always bring it up when she's in one of those moods, well, over the months, she doesn't protest anymore, in fact she jokes along with it. I'm sure she'll eventually come round.'