This story is about my mother (Theresa) found out I (Brian) fantasized about her and her unique approach. Names/Ages have been altered.
My mother and I were extremely close beginning at a young age. Our family moved to a new city when I was five years old and my sister was born a few months later. Dad frequently travelled for work, sometimes up to weeks at a time. I quickly became the man of the house at such a young age.
During those work trips after my sister was in bed, Mom and I would hang out on the couch or in my parents bed watching TV shows like 'Full House' and 'Home Improvement', it was the 90's after all. Never anything inappropriate but these were some of my most fond memories, just Mom and I spending time together.
There were times I would fall asleep only briefly waking up to a kiss on the forehead from her before saying "Good night sweetheart."
Dad's travelling slowed down around the age of eleven or twelve and being that age, Mom and I wouldn't spend as much time just her and I. We always remained close and felt that I could talk to her about anything. Except one thing that started around the age of fifteen, the weird attraction I had towards her.
This was a time before cell phones were popular and if you had one, there wasn't data. I was lucky enough to have my own computer and would search the internet about the topic or type up the thoughts I had for older woman, in particular one's own mother in detail.
The family computer was having issues one day and mom needed to check her email so I let her use mine as I took a shower. Little did I know, I forgot about the document I had left open on my computer so it was the first thing she saw once the monitor turned on.
Mom isn't the one to snoop but how could she not? Specific dates, descriptions of what she was wearing and the thoughts that ran through my head to which many would consider wrong.
Not only that, the browser history is all there when she opens Internet Explorer but I don't know this yet. Even that moment in the shower, I'm too busy thinking about her. I know it's wrong for an 18 year old to fantasize about his 46 year old mother but I jerk off right there.
I return to my room and the screen is still on but nothing is open so I figure she sent her emails and that was it. Dad is still at work and my sister is at a friends but before I head downstairs I notice her bedroom door is closed which isn't a normal occurrence unless it's late at night.
I knock on the door to ask if everything is OK. There is a slight hesitation.
"Yea...Yes Brian, sorry just need to rest for a bit. We'll chat later"
I respond and ask if I can get her anything but she declines.
