What Does That Porn Look Like

What Does that Porn Look Like?

*A/N Another installment of my experimental mother/son incest story line. This is Liza's POV catching Andrew in a private fantasy moment. *

Mom catches Andrew Solo

- February

Eliza woke up to her Saturday morning and rolled over to look at her clock, it said 9am, which was an hour before she usually rose. She knew Andrew would already be up because he was an early riser like his father had been. So she pulled a robe around herself and headed downstairs quietly. When she entered the kitchen there was no one there, she checked around the house but didn't see him. Still sleepy she let the mystery and worry go and made herself some coffee and a bagel.

She finished her breakfast quickly because felt a little uncomfortable with the dead silence in the house. She wondered where her son went. He tended to be pretty active in the mornings but didn't usually leave the house till he saw her. She didn't see a note around anywhere so she went back up stairs to check her phone. Maybe he text her before he left the house?

Eliza didn't feel any urgency yet, just mild curiosity as she went back up the stairs. On this pass through she purposely looked at Andrew's bedroom door for signs of life, it was half open, quiet and dark inside. Suddenly Eliza believed her son must still be in bed and she stepped over and gently pushed his door further opening the room up to her view. Suddenly she could see Andrew sitting at his desk with headphones on.

"Oh." Eliza uttered quietly, feeling silly for her worry. Of course he was in his room.

He hadn't noticed her behind him and he was just sitting there staring at the screen and moving his shoulder.

Eliza finally looked at the screen to find an up close view of a naked woman's body and then her cunt being fucked by a pale pink cock. She gasped and her eyes locked onto the porn her son was watching, just standing there watching her son beat off. Minutes went by and she didn't move, the video zoomed out and she could see the actors going at it. Her mouth dropped open. The actress was tall and blonde and curvy with the same hairstyle as Eliza, the actor fucking her was young and superficially like Andrew too. It was obvious Andrew had picked this video as a fantasy for him and her together. Eliza closed her mouth, blinking in the quiet that was only broken by the soft fleshy sounds of her son's hand on his cock and his ragged breathing.

At the same moment her nipples tightened and her clit pulsed and began to inflame her sex. She was responding to the idea that her son was fantasizing about having sex with her. Her hand slid up the door jam and she tried to control her breathing and slow down her strong physical reaction. Her son was just stepping up his, though, arm jerking faster and tiny whimpers spilled out of his lips.

She felt scared, not willing to take one step further in his room. Shame rearing up to scream at her for watching and responding and feeling any sort of urge when it came to Andrew. She gripped the door knob and backed up a step, fully intending to flee this very moment. As her shoulders turned away from his room she heard her son utter words that slammed into her like a freight train. "Yeah mom... you love my cock too.. Don't you?"

Eliza ran from that spot and into her private bathroom and locked the door. Her heart racing and panic leaking into her brain Eliza slumped down on her shaggy toilet seat cover and spread her legs. With fingers over her panties she explored her sex and shivered at her sensitivity, with a broken little sob she snaked her fingers under the waistband of her panties and glided over her drenched clit. It frightened her how quickly and feverishly she had responded to what she had seen. It was so utterly wrong.

As she teased her clit her brain tried to rationalize it.

Masturbation is a natural thing, and it's Andrew's private business. That mother/son fantasies are just a phase that young men grow out of quickly. Her reaction is a sensitivity caused by not having had sex in a while and her libido is just easily triggered. All normal and no way shameful unless acted upon.

It would never be acted upon.

Eliza imagined her son fucking her in missionary position, looking him right in the face as his cock slipped in and out of her. Of kissing him, he was so handsome! It set her right over the edge and she moaned loudly, helpless to the overwhelming sensation of a strong orgasm. Her bare feet pressed against the floor and her hips rocked as she prolonged her pleasure.

After a few minutes to breath she stood up again and intended to get dressed. When she walked into her room to her closet she felt a wet sensation, looking down she saw that her juices had leaked down her leg, nearly to her knee. Which had never happened before in her life. Back to the bathroom to clean up and then she began to put herself together and get ready for the day.

She emerged from her room to an empty hallway and a closed door to her son's bedroom. At some point he had closed it, which made her wonder if he'd caught her. But she didn't think so. Eliza just tried to act normal and walk down the stairs and into the kitchen to grab her purse and keys, she had a few errands to do. She intended to just leave him a note and avoid him until her awkwardness faded.

But he was sitting at the counter eating a bowl of cereal and texting with one hand. He looked up with his usual smile to say goodmorning to her. His face happy and relaxed and not anxious at all. She just faked it and said good morning and made another cup of coffee for herself. Andrew wouldn't have any idea that she had already had one today.

As she stirred her sugar into her coffee Andrew came up behind her and reached around her to turn the sink on and rinse his bowl. He was standing way closer than he needed to and it made Eliza's skin crawl. She hadn't ever noticed Andrew purposely invading her personal space until now. That he might possibly have a motive behind it, not just casual familiarity. He was pulling that move that men love to make in bars, where they use the excuse of a busy bar to invade your space and get noticed, get close to you, even smell you. Reaching an arm passed you to hail the bartender but really to hail the lady's attention. If she notices and is interested she starts the conversation, if she doesn't then he will push with an opening line.

"Hey mom, you feelin' alright?"

He pushed. Eliza paled and hesitated trying to abolish her train of thought. "Of course, why?"

"Well, you're stiff as a board."

Now that he said something, she noticed, slumping her shoulders and trying to ease her own tension she let out a tiny nervous laugh and focused on herself for a moment and a small lie. "You are so right, I woke up with some back pain today, maybe I will take some Advil."

He nodded and moved past her to pick up his phone and slide it in his pocket. "Hey mom,I am going to head over to Peter's, we are gonna work on his car." Eliza nodded quickly, "That's great, I am going to go run some errands and I will pick you up for dinner if you aren't home before me."

They both headed for the front door and he opened it and stepped into the doorway making her squeeze passed him. Eliza was so determined not to be awkward that she fell into his trap and ended up brushing the front of her body with his. It was only when she felt the contact on her nipples did she realize what he had done. Then Eliza made another mistake and looked him in the eyes.

He was staring at her with smoky bedroom eyes and a smirk tugging at his lips.

Another sexy freight train mowed her down and her eyes almost crossed.

"You're blushing mom."

In complete panic she ditched the situation and sped off towards her car. "Bye Andrew, text me later!" Hopped in her car, started it and zoomed off as quick as she could. Leaving her laughing son behind her.

Andrew had accepted his feelings towards his mother recently, and with it a sense of taboo had settled in to stoke that sexual fire inside him. Lately he had wanted to tell his mother about it but knew that she could never agree. That a fight like that might end up with him out of the house. Maybe with her cutting him out of her life, the idea of which terrified Andrew.

But he couldn't resist showing her in tiny ways that he wanted her. This morning was as bold as he had ever tried and she had obviously noticed this time. Which is the first time she so obviously had.

It was so exciting that he was standing on the front porch with a boner in his jeans. Andrew just turned around went back in the house and gently closed the door, headed to his room and freed his cock. Even though he had watched his favorite Mother/son porno this morning and got off before she even woke up, he needed to go again, which was less than an hour before now. He knew that the next few years living with her while he graduated and found a job where going to be torture. Yet the thought of trying to seduce her slowly over those years is what made him come in minutes flat.

A smug happiness settled in his stomache as he zipped up his pants and headed out to Peter's house. He lived only two streets over and his parents gave him a gently used BMW for his 18th birthday which was awesome.BUT. His parents were also rarely at home, so Andrew tried to visit him at least once a week or invite him over. Peter was a nice kid and Eliza approved of having him over anytime. Unlike Tony.

His mother's blushing face was like a prize trophy in Andrew's mind's eye for the rest of the day. Walking down the street, in the back of his mind, while playing video games with Peter later. A smile creeping up every once in awhile as he re-lived it.