...A full-length erotic novel by Nightwaves (lesbian, mother/son incest and more!)
Single mother, teenaged son and mom's friend get what they need
The Players:
Sylvia Anderson -- age 38 -- single mother of Neil, her only child.
Neil Anderson -- age 18 -- immature high school senior.
Roberta "Bobbie" Morgan -- age 49 -- Sylvia's friend from the office.
The Setting:
A small, generic American city and outlying suburbs, sometime in the past.
Part One -- The Trials of a Doting Mother
"Goddammit, son!" Sylvia Anderson pounded on the bathroom door. Her boy was, yet again, taking too long with his morning shower. "Will you finish up in there? I need to get to work and you have school!"
"Okay, Mom, okay!" He responded, his muffled voice echoing from the ceramic tiles. "Don't flip out!"
"And leave me some hot water, for Christ's sake!" She huffed, pulling her bathrobe tight around a pair of pert breasts, crossing her arms impatiently. The soft blue terrycloth rubbed against her nipples, making them tingle slightly, a sensation that didn't go unnoticed. It reminded her of another irritant that vexed her existence.
God, I need to fuck. I need a man between my legs. I've needed that for years...a hungry mouth on my tits and a good, hard cock deep inside, pounding my pussy. I'm tired of masturbating myself to sleep every night.
As a divorcee and single mother for most of her son's life, Sylvia had managed to keep her libido on a leash while Neil was growing up, instead concentrating on being a good mother. Recently, though, something had changed, and she couldn't quite put her finger on it. She thought that by growing older, her sex drive would be on the wane, but no. This spring especially, she became more and more agitated and desperate for some intense, straightforward fucking.
Sylvia tapped her slippered foot against the hardwood floor impatiently, about to yell at her boy again. Words thundered in her head.
C'mon, son, get your ass in gear!
After a brief, tumultuous marriage, Sylvia divorced her bed-hopping, Brylcreemed turd of a husband when her son was still in his crib. In short order, the bastard vanished without a trace. To his credit, he left behind a small suburban house, mortgage-free, and a modest savings account. She surmised ol' Dan-O got himself in with the wrong type of people, and next thing he knew, he was part of the concrete foundation of the Glen Cove Shopping Mall.
But that was sheer conjecture.
Thankfully, the savings gave her enough time to use her high school diploma to find a secretarial job at a local legal firm. Things were tough at first, but Sylvia managed to survive, then thrive, getting promoted to a senior position at the office. By the time Neil went off to elementary school, things were okay, at least financially. After her lousy overall experience with Dan, the hit-or-miss nature of dating as a single woman didn't appeal to her, so she remained celibate, a choice that had a definite downside.
One of the few things Dan did do right was fuck her for all she was worth, and it wasn't just fucking. He had a knack for wearing her out and drawing out her sexual kinks all at the same time. That, in particular, she missed terribly. Mere masturbating hardly filled that particular void.
Now thirty-eight, Sylvia stood at around five and a half feet tall, and managed to retain an attractive figure without dieting. Pregnancy and motherhood gave her some extra stretch marks, and her nipples had become much more sensitive after her son was born and she started nursing, an after-effect with lingered on to this day, much to her delight. She loved to play with her breasts and nipples, especially late at night when she masturbated herself to sleep.
The years had also brought on a few bags and wrinkles, and a few streaks of grey highlighted her light brown hair. Sylvia made a choice not to color them away, choosing instead to accept the counsel of the years with dignity. She had a pretty, but unexceptional face, with a delicate nose, refined features, and hazel eyes, all accented by a pageboy haircut.
And yes, the carpet matched the curtains. She kept her thick, lustrous bush trimmed back somewhat, fantasizing that someday a man would gaze upon it. With those attributes, plus her lovely, C-cup breasts capped by dark areolas the size of silver dollars, she presented the vision of a desirable woman.
Her son was now eighteen, about to graduate from high school and, although she loved him dearly, Neil could be quite the adolescent dolt. Sylvia still had to berate him into cleaning up his room, doing chores, and keeping his grades up. At times, she felt like quite the stern taskmistress, but she didn't want another Dan. She wanted to send an independent, confident young man out into the world, someone to solve the world's problems, not cause them.
Also being self-aware to an extent, Sylvia attributed an overabundance of attention, her in essence compensating for the lack of a father, to him being the way he was. In the past few years, she had worked hard to curb that inclination. For her, parenting was a job far from being over.
He's no longer a kid, dammit. He's fully eighteen and must grow up!
In recent days, he'd developed yet another maddening habit, that of taking longer in the shower. Their home was ensconced in a sleepy, suburban neighborhood. However, it only had one bathroom, and both of them liked to shower in the morning. Neil had caused her to be late for work several times in the past month, and she was tired of explaining herself at the office.
"Neil, get out of there NOW!" She opened the bathroom door and was met with a cloud of steam. "And leave the shower on!"
"Gee, Mom!" He protested, reaching out from behind the shower curtain to grab a towel. "Don't look!"
"Your privacy be damned! Get out of there!" She repeated, her voice sounding even louder in the close confines of the bathroom.
Quickly, he slipped out from behind the curtain and wrapped the towel around his nude, wet body. Although he was far from being a bodybuilder, Neil's form had solidified in the past year or so, especially since he had become more active in sports at school. He stood just a shade under 6 feet tall, and clearly taller than his mother, with a darker shade of brown hair and piercing blue eyes.
Still, he could look like a gangly dork, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down when he became agitated, like now, as he scuttled past his angry mother.
"About damn time, son," she said.
As she turned to close the door behind him, she caught a glimpse of his bare buttocks as he ran into the hallway to his bedroom. She hadn't seen his butt in years and, although mildly shocked, the vision made her smile.
