Donny Knox opened the door to the bathroom and looked upon the still sleeping form of Anika Naylor. She has no clue, he smugly thought to himself as he rounded the bed and removed some items from the lockbox he kept in his bedside table. Anika stirred but remained sleeping as he turned and exited the room.
Wade Naylor lay in bed and pored over the comments that had flowed through overnight regarding his submission. Mostly favourable, he was particularly taken by the score he’d been given by the readers, his highest by far; but the little red H was the most flattering aspect of the story. The few months he’d been writing on the erotica website had seen his stories become more personal until finally he went and did it. Used his real name, (without surname of course) and that of his mother. She’d never see it of course, he reasoned. How could she? But a small part of himself wished she would. To finally know how he felt for her.
The door of his room opened with force and Donny entered uninvited, Wade hiding the screen of his phone from view.
“Looking at porn?” Wades stepfather accused and Wade felt himself blush, annoyed his face gave him away.
“What do you want Donny?”
“I want you to get off your ass and find a job,” he stated. “You’re eighteen now, time to start paying your way around here.”
“Like you?” Wade said under his breath, aware the comment would raise the ire of the man.
“Hey you punk, while you’re under my roof you show me some respect,” Donny approached the bed pointing a finger.
“But it’s not ‘your’ roof is it!? It’s Mom’s,” Wade challenged and was delighted to see Donny take a step back, surprised at the boy’s new found confidence.
“You’re right,” Donny agreed after a pause. “And we’ve been talking. You’re a third wheel Wade, you’re cramping our style,” Donny began moving back toward the door. “Fuck finding a job, start moving your shit out,” he added. “We want you gone in a week.”
Without waiting for a response Donny slammed the boy’s door behind him and taking his keys from the kitchen bench, headed for the front door. In his car he opened his phone and entered Hidden Milf into his web search, finding his channel and nodding when he saw the amount of hits his videos had received. “Oh Anika, you dirty slut,” he chuckled as he watched the latest video he’d secretly filmed. “You’re gonna make me a lot of money!”
The door slamming had awoken Anika and lazily she reached out to find the bed empty. Donny had mentioned he would be leaving early she recalled, and knowing she wouldn’t be able to fall back asleep rose from her bed naked and headed to the bathroom.
She looked in the mirror and groaned at another grey that stood out starkly in the part of her hair, her eyes dropping down to her forty eight year old body and thankfully not as critical. “You’re not that bad for you age,” she winked at her reflection and moved across to the toilet.
The change was immediately obvious. Being admittedly obsessive compulsive, Anika was maddened every day by the fact the flat top screws on the vent across from the toilet didn’t all align. They again didn’t align for an entirely different reason. They were no longer there.
Curious and dropping to her knees before the toilet she examined the frame before pressing her fingers to the edge, jumping when the entire front of the vent fell from the wall. Confusion turned quickly to disgust as she looked upon the small camera hidden in the alcove, its purpose without doubt. Immediately recognisable as part of the spy kit she’d given Wade on his thirteenth birthday, her disgust was replaced with anger.
The door to Wade’s room flew open for the second time that morning and Wade was ready to go another round with his stepfather before he was taken aback as his mother stormed in.
“How dare you?” She attacked as Wade looked up at her dumfounded. “I’m your mother you pervert. I didn’t raise you like this!”
Wade immediately reasoned she’d somehow read his story, hiding his phone though the damage had seemingly been done.
“Mom it’s not like that,” he managed. “I did it out of love.”
That he was trying to defend himself revolted her more than the betrayal of her privacy.
“Love? That’s not love,” she refuted, temper rising. “What did you hope to gain? Is this what you wanted to see?” Her actions weren’t planned. As she ripped open the front of her satin robe to reveal her naked body to her son she felt entirely removed from the scene. Her sex, her vulnerability laid bare before him.
Time seemed to stand still as Wade looked upon his mother’s nudity. So unexpected, so out of place. Barely a minute before he’d have begged for the opportunity to see her as such. Her skin so pale. The breasts just as he’d always imagined. Her pussy shaved. Such a surprise. He’d always written her with a thick covering. His face buried in her furry warmth on so many occasions. But never like this. There was sadness in her eyes. Disappointment.
“Mom,” Wade canlı bahis began as she covered herself. “I’m sorry.”
“You will be,” Anika threatened. “Donny’s been talking about you leaving. I think it’s best you do.” A tear ran from her eye and Wade longed to go to her. To kiss it from her cheek. To make everything alright. “To be honest,” she continued. “I don’t want you here one more night, just go.”
Mortified, Wade watched her turn and leave, seemingly without even the energy to slam the door behind herself. He’d destroyed something inside her, he knew that. The bond they had shared was gone. Forever taken by his immature fantasies and his desire to tell the world how much he loved her. For that was it. He loved her too much.
Anika made it to her bedroom and managed to close the door behind her before she collapsed in a ball. The one person in the entire world she truly loved had betrayed her. Not lightly. Viciously, cruelly. How long she sat there, she wasn’t sure. Hugging her legs, staring blankly at the walls. When she eventually heard the front door close she crawled to her bed and wept.
*
Almost trancelike Wade walked the streets for hours without direction. Never had he felt such hopelessness. The back-pack containing some of his possessions grew heavier as the light shower that had accompanied his journey turned to a rainstorm, Wade finally seeking cover in a bus shelter.
He looked at his phone and opened the erotic story site, its very presence turning his stomach for the trouble it had caused. No, that he had caused. One last look at the stories he’d written before he found the means to delete his account. So personal. His heart poured out onto the pages, his love and yes, lust for her, his mother. One button press and it would all be gone. The phone vibrated in his hand to signal a text and he navigated from the website.
*
Anika woke to the sound of light rain on the roof and immediately she thought of Wade; what he’d done. The camera sat on the vanity in the bathroom where she’d left it and with distaste in her mouth she took it into the kitchen, plugging its usb extension into her laptop. The program to open the camera began of its own volition and without even the need for a mouse click, the video proceeded to run.
*
Donny sat at the bar and angled the screen of his phone towards the man beside him. “This is me banging her in the ass!” He proudly projected.
“And she don’t know?” The man asked, admittedly aroused by the woman but unsettled by the fact it was his acquaintance naked as well in the movie.
“What that I’m fuck’n her ass?” Donny laughed.
“Nah, that you’re record’n.”
“She don’t know shit,” Donny leaned back on the stool and called for another beer.
“That’s all cool ‘n shit dude,” the acquaintance responded scratching his arm. “But have you got the stuff?”
Donny reached into his jacket pocket and passed over the small bag, receiving cash in return. The man made to leave immediately, anxious to gain his fix, not noticing another patron intently observing their transaction.
“A thank you would be nice,” Donny laughed at the departing junkie as a beer was placed before him.
*
Anika made it to the sink before she vomited. The laptop on the table behind her displayed the paused image of Donny Knox’s grinning face as he placed the grate back over the vent in the bathroom. She’d been wrong. The world had turned twice on its axis in a matter of hours. She’d told her son to leave. Called him the most vile of names, thought the worst of him, all unwarranted. It was Donny. She hated herself. Hated him. As the rain began to pour she ran her mouth under the tap and ran for her phone.
*
‘Come home. We need to talk.’
Wade re-read the text message. It was something, he thought. It didn’t convey anger, forgiveness, but there was at least communication. And then the doubts. What if it wasn’t his mother sending the message? Had she called Donny? Was he at home with her? Ready to attack him as he walked through the door. He deserved it, he reasoned.
For the first time in hours, Wade took stock of where he was and marvelled how he’d walked so far in the time since leaving home, repositioning the water logged pack on his back and beginning the return journey. Back home to receive his punishment. He didn’t respond to the text.
*
Anika looked at the number of memory cards, small bags of white powder and magazines for a handgun laid out below her on the bed; Donny’s broken open lock box emptied of its contents. ‘Just my personal items Babe,’ he’d answered in the past to her questions as to what was inside. She couldn’t bring herself to watch another of the videos on the memory cards, the first, second and third all filled with hidden camera footage of her and Donny. Seemingly from the time they’d met. The shower she’d had post discovery hadn’t washed away the guilt she felt for accusing Wade but had gone a long way to removing kaçak iddaa the revulsion of Donny’s touch, his seed. That and the other actions she’d taken out in the time available to her.
Wade rounded the corner of his home and looked at the pile of goods in the middle of the front yard. For a dreadful moment he thought them his own; that his mother had systematically thrown away his existence from her life. But then he noticed Donny’s prized sound system. His electric guitar, broken at the neck. His vinyl records, all shattered or bent. Donny’s clothing, torn to shreds as he walked the final yards to his front door.
“What the hell?” He asked himself as he stepped out of the rain and the front door opened up the steps before him. He could see she’d been crying, her eyes red and puffy, but as she burst from the doorway and ran toward him, her yellow sun dress pressing to her body, she’d never looked so beautiful.
There was possibly a fraction of a moment where he felt she would strike him, but overwhelmingly he sensed love emanating from her presence. A complete contradiction to the morning. What had happened in the time since? Ridiculously he wondered if she’d read more? That she’d understood his love for her, but quickly he dismissed the notion.
“I’m so sorry,” Anika kissed her son. His cheek, his forehead, his lips.
Wade tasted her tears on her mouth. His mind questioning if they’d actually ever kissed on the lips before then, as his body focussed on the fact her own was so tightly pressed to his. Her arms around his neck drawing him into her, unmindful of the saturated state of his clothing, almost as if she desired to be one with him.
“It was Donny, I’m so sorry Baby,” she cried. “The things I said. I should have known it wasn’t you. It couldn’t have been you.”
As much as Wade was enjoying the embrace, he had no idea what was happening, what she was in fact talking about and pulled his head back to look in her eyes.
“Mom, what’s going on?” He gestured over his shoulder. “What’s with Donny’s stuff?”
Anika took a small step backwards but kept hold of her son’s arm, loathe to be free from him now they were back together.
“Come inside, let’s get you out of those wet clothes and we’ll talk, okay?” Anika proposed and Wade allowed himself to be led into the house.
The laptop on the kitchen table, Wade spotted an assembly of broken usb drives and his spy cam beside.
“Hey my camera,” he stated surprised. “You found it. I haven’t seen that in years!”
A conversation from years before reared in Anika’s memory. Wade admitting to her he’d misplaced the birthday present. Merely days after Donny had moved into their lives. Never would she have associated the two. Now however she knew the truth.
*
“I’m gonna kill him!” Wade stated; standing topless as his mother towelled his hair dry.
“No you won’t,” she calmed her son. “He’s gone from our lives. I removed everything of his from the house. After today we’ll never have to see him again.”
“I always knew he was an asshole Mom,” Wade confessed. “If I’d known what he was doing I would’ve…”
“Shhh,” Anika again soothed her boy. “It’s over. What’s done is done.” She leaned in and kissed him on the forehead, leaving the towel around his neck and dropping her hands down onto his bare shoulders, his arms. Her mind drifted to the morning, her own nudity displayed to him so obscenely, her words, his. His words. What had he said, she tried to remember? ‘I’m sorry. I did it out of love.’ At the time she’d thought it a confession. What had he been talking about?
“Wade,” she stated as she allowed him to go to his dresser and retrieve a t-shirt. “What were you talking about this morning?” She enquired. “What did you do out of love?”
Wade swallowed hard, looking to the blank wall for help, guidance. None forthcoming. He turned to look back at his mother, now seated on his bed. Her bare knees together, hands between her thighs. She’d laid bare all that Donny had done to her behind her back, no matter the embarrassing nature. The least he could do now was tell her of his indiscretion and hope she’d forgive him. He only prayed his worldly goods didn’t end up on the front lawn beside his stepfather’s.
*
For more than an hour he sat across from her at the kitchen table as she read the stories on the laptop. Every now and again, her hand rising to click on the mouse, unsure of how much or which of the entries she read. The sun was descending and gradually the light faded in the room but it didn’t disallow him to see the tear that ran from her eye and down her cheek. A knot in his chest as she closed the screen of the computer before her and struggled to look up.
“You wrote all of those?” Anika whispered to the silent room.
“Yes,” Wade admitted, his beating heart thumping in his ears.
She rose from her seat and so gracefully he thought, rounded the table to face him.
“I’m sorry Mom,” he ventured. The only kaçak bahis words he could think of voicing, unsure of her reaction as time seemed to slow. And still she was silent. “I’m as bad as Donny,” he acknowledged.
“Don’t you dare say sorry, and never equate yourself with him,” Anika finally broke her silence. “I should be apologising for ever allowing him into our house. What he did was cruel. What I just read,” she paused, swallowing before repeating. “What I just read, was the most thoughtful, beautiful thing someone has ever done for me,” she admitted as another tear ran her cheek. “You wrote about me. You wrote about us. Was it how you really feel?”
Although as if magically he felt a great weight lift from him, Wade could barely manage a nod in response. A smile came to the side of Anika’s mouth. She’d never felt so in love with another. So loved by another. His written words had broken her heart, mended, had left her in a heretofore unknown state of arousal. A completely forbidden lust for her own son. Awakened an entirely taboo desire that she felt from her head to her cunt. She needed to be one with the man she had created.
“Is this what you wanted to see?” She repeated from earlier in the day, as she raised her dress up her body.
It was happening. Before Wade’s eyes his mother lifted her dress. White cotton panties coming into view, hugging tightly her large mound of pussy, the slightest of cameltoe. The words she spoke he recalled from the morning. Then spat with hatred. Now melodiously sung with love; with incestuous intent. It WAS what he wanted to see. It was always what he’d wanted to see.
“Mom,” Wade sighed as her breasts came into view, the dress above her head, abandoned.
“Yes Darling?” Anika whispered, feeling the wetness at her crotch spreading.
“You’re beautiful,” he admitted.
“So are you,” she smiled, reaching out and running her fingers through her son’s hair. Her hand pressed the back of his head and ever so gently drew him into her.
The glorious smell of a woman in heat, Wade breathed his mother in as his lips made contact with the soft flesh of her stomach. Kissing her belly button he longed to go lower and Anika enabled him, coaxing his head downwards with subtle pressure.
Dropping to his knees from the chair, he met the band of her panties and laid kisses on the cotton as Anika looked on from above, desperate for him to taste her. The pronounced mound of his mother’s pussy was more beautiful than Wade had described in his imaginings, the now wet cameltoe, softer than in his mind’s eye. Raising his hands from his side he pressed them to her hips, his fingers sliding into the leg bands of her panties. Anika breathed in deeply as her son took hold of her underwear and casually slid them down her thighs, her bare sex revealed.
It was how it should always have been. Not the vulgar display of the morning. An act she’d never forgive herself for. The sensual process of a son removing his mother’s panties. Done with love, with the nervous energy of a novice, of her virgin son.
“Taste me Darling,” Anika coaxed, seeing a final moment of hesitancy in her son, his eyes looking to her own for assurance. “This is real.”
“I love you,” Wade declared before he planted a kiss on the bald mound of his mother’s pussy. He heard her expel a breath, followed by a sigh as he tentatively pressed his tongue between the upper folds of her labia. Lower. Was it her clitoris? The first vagina he’d ever explored, tasted, he was unsure of the mechanics but was certain of the results as his mother moaned from above.
Her fingers pressed against his face as she reached down to spread herself, her son’s nose pushing hard into her pubic bone as his tongue fumbled below. “Good boy,” she sighed. “You’re doing so well Baby. Lick Mommy’s pussy Darling, that’s it, tongue my clit.”
For Wade it was one of his stories come to life. She was even reciting the words he had himself written as his imaginary self feasted on his mother’s vagina. His mouth spread wide around her vulva as his tongue buried inside her, a hand placed to the back of his head to force him further into her groin. So much fluid ran from her pussy he was able to swallow a mouthful, sucking and licking her labia for more.
His knees hurt and neck ached, his jaw grew tired, his cock demanded to be loosed from his pants, but as his mother continued to slowly grind her vagina against his face he felt he’d be willing to stay there forever. Two hands now gripped the back of his head as she used his mouth as her personal fuck toy, massaging his lips, nose, tongue and jaw with her cunt.
“Yes Darling, poke it out,” she insisted as his tongue stretched to delve as deep inside her as possible. “You’re going to make me cu…oh God!” Annika sighed as the orgasm crept up and overtook her body. “My b..boy,” she stammered. “My good boy, you’ve made Mommy cum!” She exulted as her body shuddered with aftershocks, her pussy quivering against his mouth; dripping fluid. She released his head from her vice like grip to see the look of pride on his young face, smeared with her juices.
“Oh my Darling,” she praised, lifting him from the floor, their faces level. “If only you’d showed me your stories earlier.”