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[F4M] The Desire Archive File 1 - A Mother’s Secret - Part 1 [Script Offer] [Incest] [Rape] [Mind Control] [Narrative] [First Person] [Dark Magic] [Mother’s Perspective] [New Series] [Voyeurism] [Creampie] [Outdoors] [Rough Sex] [Choking] [Masturbation]
Story Note: This story will likely be two or three parts in total, and around 4500 words. More Files may come out after that, depending on my time and reception of the story. I will likely also collect it and put it on Literotica when it is complete.
Intro and Outro Note: These are both in italics. They don’t need to be read by someone other than the narrator, simply in a dispassionate manner.
Character Note: She is extremely conflicted, but is wholly committed to what she has done. She will justify this to herself in many different ways, and is very judgmental of others for sins she herself commits. Her hypocrisy and internal conflict are what informs her confession.
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[sFX: Beep of Record]
[Deep Sigh] (Nervous) Here goes, I guess.
I accept that the Desire Archive has the right to record, read, and distribute my statement. None of the names I use are of real individuals. All individuals mentioned are twenty-one years or older. I am contacting you regarding the…the sexual and romantic relationship with my son. For the purposes of this recording, my name is Bethany, and my son is Mathias. I will also be discussing my friend Natalie and her son Thomas.
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I know you’re going to turn people on with this but I want to warn people, too. Will you let me do that? I don’t know. Maybe you’ll remove this part. Be careful what you witness, and what you think about, because it can lead you down a path of sin.
Let me start by asking a question: Do you know what it’s like to be desired? Truly desired? To have someone have such a sexual need for you that it drives them to violent action?
Most of us do not. I certainly didn’t. Now I do, and it is far too late for me. If there is a hell then I’m going there. I’m addicted to my son.
I love him, of course, and I always have. I’m a good mom. And I’m not sick, either. He’s legally an adult. I just…I know I don’t have to defend myself here but I can feel people judging me, even your listeners.
But I know that I should be judged. I deserve it. This all started for two reasons. One, I’ve found my son to be extremely attractive for some time. He looks like his father, but better in every way. He’s also kind and attentive. I get jealous whenever he pays another woman any attention, although until now I’ve kept that feeling in check. Two, I saw someone else sinning, and rather than attempt to correct it, I kept it to myself and emulated them.
My son lives at home and attends the local college. Sometimes, when he lets me, I drive him to class and pick him up in the evening. I jump at every opportunity and we have such lovely conversations. I…sometimes catch myself laughing too much, accepting almost-sexual complements from him, and perhaps touching his leg as one would with a lover. Nothing ever went beyond that, however. Like I said, I’m a good mom.
No, that’s a lie. I always kiss him, before dropping him off after we get home, before we get inside. Sometimes I think that it makes him uncomfortable. I never just peck him on the cheek. I do it slow, and it’s always close to, and sometimes on the corner, of his mouth. I love seeing him react and get flustered. Sometimes I…god I’m so fucking sick. Sometimes I press my body into him, so he can feel my breasts. His body feels so good against mine.
But I never would have let it go beyond that. It was wrong but it was still somewhat innocent. He wasn’t to blame for my inappropriate attentions and he’s not to blame for anything that happened afterwards.
I had dropped him off and decided to take a different way home, that took me on some back roads. I pay attention when I drive, so when I saw a car a little off the road, just behind some trees, I thought it was odd. When I recognized the car, I was worried. It belonged to a friend of mine, Natalie.
We weren’t close, but we got along. She was a redhead, a bit shorter than me, a little curvier, and quite attractive. She had a husband and a son. I was honestly afraid that she was in trouble. I couldn’t think of a reason why she had pulled off the road. I almost called the cops right then, but instead, I decided to pull off the road and check first.
I parked, and got out of my car quietly. I walked to the car and saw that it was empty. I put my hand on the hood, and it was still warm. It was spring, so the forest was full of birdsong. Behind that, I heard a noise. It sounded like Natalie was in trouble. There was a small trail through the woods, and I followed it, following the sound.
I was halfway there when I realized that she was having sex someone. I suspected it wasn’t her husband, given how secretive she was being. I smirked, believing that I was somehow morally superior to her. I decided to see who she was with. I wasn’t going to tell anyone else, I just wanted to know, and I’ll admit that I am something of a voyeur as well.
I crept forward a bit more. It’s easy to sneak up on someone when they’re in the midst of passion. I was not prepared for what I saw.
They were in a small clearing in the trees, obviously chosen because it couldn’t be seen from the road. They were at least civilized enough to put an old blanket down before engaging in their illicit activities. I had been correct: Natalie was getting fucked and not by her husband. She wore an old t-shirt, that had been pulled up, freeing her tits. Her jeans and panties had been cast aside. Her legs were spread wide and over her lovers shoulders. It was quite obvious he was going very deep inside of her. Even as I felt myself tingle, I winced. She was much smaller than him, and he was not being gentle.
Such thoughts were banished from my mind, however, when I realized who was fucking her. It was Thomas, her own son, just slightly older than my Mathias. I gasped, but, I will admit that my hand drifted down. I wanted so badly to touch myself, but I resisted the temptation.
If Natalie hadn’t been so obviously ben enjoying herself I would have assumed that she was not there willingly. Thomas, a young man who I thought of as almost as gentle as my own son, was violently plunging into her. The sound of their bodies connecting was a loud slap. Her moans and cries were a mix of pleasure and pain, and he had pinned her wrists above her with one hand while the other groped her tits roughly.
“You fucking whore,” he growled. “You fucking slut. You think you can just kiss dad like that in front of me?
Natalie moaned so loud and made no attempt to defend herself. It seemed like she was getting off on being degraded by her own son! I couldn’t believe how degenerate she was.
“You’re hurting me!” Natalie said, but I doubted that she wanted her son to stop. She was wrapping her legs around him as much as she could as he fucked her mercilessly.
“You’re mine to hurt,” Thomas said, groaning and thrust himself deep inside of her, and he must have been filling his own mother with his cum. His hand covered Natalie’s mouth as she screamed. It was instinctive and I wonder how many times he had done this. Her body was shaking as well, and I knew she was cumming too. Somewhat alarmingly, her son hadn’t just covered her mouth but also her nose. She could not breathe and I knew she must have been struggling against his grip even as he gave her such pleasure.
Thomas groaned and then stopped, panting, but he kept his hand over Natalie's mouth. Her squirms grew more frantic and he laughed. I almost stepped out to save her. I knew he would never want to kill her! After a long moment he released her and she took huge, choking gasps.
“You almost did that for too long,” she said, after recovering herself enough to talk.
“Don’t pretend you didn’t love it, Mom,” Thomas replied. “You enjoy a good rough fuck like the whore you are.”
Natalie frowned but it was brief.
“Don’t call your mother a whore,” she said, but then she smiled. “At least not when we’re not making love, all right, sweetie?”
Thomas grunted in response, but it was clear he had no intention of changing his behavior. Still, he showed her real affection as a lover should after sex. It was confusing.
While they spoke, I crept back to my car. For a long minute I sat there and did nothing. I did not want to be there when they came out of the woods but I needed to cum.
I had the presence of mind to move my car slightly up the road, in a place far enough away that it hid me but that I could still see them when they left. I was still barely off of the street, but I didn’t care how exposed I was. I unbuckled my seat belt, hiked my skirt off, and I fingered myself more harshly than I ever had before. I am a good woman and I don’t fantasize about things like this, but what I had seen had…it had infected me.
I imagined my son, Mathias, coming up behind me in the living room right after my husband had gone upstairs to take a nap. My son said nothing. He just grunted and pushed me forward, bending me over the sofa. I said “no” in my fantasy but I didn’t actually resist him, and when my own son pushed my panties to the side I moaned. He forced himself inside of me. I imagined his cock would feel much like his father’s, which turned out to be untrue, but it didn’t matter. The fantasy pushed me over the edge quickly. I had barely been at it for a minute when I had one of the most powerful orgasms of my life, my son’s name on my lips.
I was in shock from what I had just done when Natalie and Thomas left the forest, getting in the car, laughing as though nothing had happened. I thought about taking a picture of them getting in together, but why? It wouldn’t prove anything than they had gone to the woods together, and I didn’t even want to expose Natalie, but I felt a deep and confusing anger. I would confront my friend and force her to answer for her lewd and immoral behavior.
I started the car and followed my friend as she drove back into town.
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