Jane sighed as she cleaned her eighteen-year old son's room, dusting and vacuuming. She picked up some of his clothes that were strewn across the floor (rather than put neatly away in a drawer or the clothes hamper) and piled them near the closet. Eyeing her son's computer as she dusted, Jane felt a sudden impulsive urge to snoop.
Did he have porn?
He's a teenage boy, of course he does!
But what does he look at? And where does he keep it?
She touched the keyboard and the monitor lit up and the computer woke. To her surprise, it was only on standby and ready for access, she didn't need to try and figure out his password or anything.
Sitting down, she idly scanned the desktop.
"Nothing here," she mumbled quietly to herself. "What about Movies?"
Clicking the app, it started up. Jane moved the cursor to the Recent list and saw a long list of titles. Choosing one at random, it opened a video clip of a lovely girl masturbating.
"Bingo!" Jane said with a sly smile.
Closing that, she chose another, this time it was two girls.
"Hmmm," she hemmed with interest. "And this?" Another girl/girl clip. And another. And another.
"I detect a pattern here," she laughed and clicked some more. Most of them were girl/girl, but there were some solo and boy/girl, and Jane found herself getting a little aroused by them.
As she went down the list, some had hints of what they might contain, others were cryptic sequences of numbers and/or letters. Then the list displayed a folder: Jack Mehoff. Jane chuckled as she got the pun.
"And what is this?" she wondered with a sly grin. She clicked on the first title in it and was surprised by the image of an older woman, very busty, jerking off a long, hard cock. The clip read "Mom lends a helping hand."
"What?" Jane was a little shocked at this.
She opened the next, and it was another MILF video, also with an incest theme.
"Jason?" she muttered, surprised and a little aroused as she watched that one, and the next, and the one after that.
"My God, he's got a whole library of incest porn!"
Jane found herself going through the entire folder. Many were an older woman - mom or aunt - but about a third of them were sister/brother, or sister/brother/mother &/or aunt.
Jane sat there stunned. "Does Jason really get off to these?" She shook her head at herself. "Of course he does. Why else would he have them?"
She watched them all and found herself feeling conflicted. She didn't mean to pry, and certainly hadn't meant to discover anything-like this. Maybe it was just a phase? Or maybe the fantasy simply appealed to him somehow? It didn't have to mean anything untoward or unhealthy, did it?
"I suppose," she said to herself, "I could always just have a talk with him about it. I mean, I never had 'The Talk' with him - that was supposed to be his father's job. But with Dan gone...". Jane didn't look forward to the task. It would very likely be quite awkward and uncomfortable for the both of them.
"Doesn't mean anything," she told herself again. "It's not like he's spying on me, or his sister."
Jane stood there paralyzed with intense curiosity. Glancing around, she moved to her son's closet and opened the door wider. She saw nothing suspicious and relaxed. With a sigh, she picked up his dirty laundry and went to stuff them in his hamper when she saw something that made her freeze. A pair of her daughter's panties.
"Karen's underwear?!"
Jane pulled it from her son's hamper and examined them. They were stained, and she could detect the salty aroma of cum when she cautiously sniffed them.
"Oh, my God," she said aloud. She poked around and found another pair, one of hers - an old one she thought had been eaten by the washer or dryer because it had gone missing a few weeks ago. "Jason!" she exclaimed. Her panties, too, were stained, right in the crotch.
"That does it!" she affirmed. "I'll have to have a talk with him when he gets home." Jane took the panties, determined to confront her son with the evidence.
Jason got home in the late afternoon from school. He hurried to his room only to find his mom waiting for him sitting on the edge of his bed, tapping her toe as she watched him come in.
"Uh, Mom? Hi," Jason mumbled and dropped his book bag on the floor next to the doorway.
"Jase," Jane said, "we need to talk."
