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Subject: {ASSM} One if by Son, Two if by Mom (1/10)  [mF, incest, mom, son]
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The following is a work of FICTION.

One if by Son, Two if by Mom
by DiscipleN

Copyright (c) 2001, by DiscipleN. All rights reserved.
This work may not be used for any commercial purposes without prior,
documented consent from the owner.


- Chapter 1 -

Helen stopped the car at the nearby gas station for a fill. Her
backseat was loaded with groceries, and the passenger seat suffered
her son, Eric's bored fidgeting. She hurried to pay the cashier and
start the gas pumping. She could have filled up tomorrow, but the
station was more convenient on the way home. She hoped the frozen
goods wouldn't melt too much.
Eric seemed to be playing some game with the wiper mechanism. She
shouldn't have left the keys in the car. Her son was as inquisitive as
a tax reviewer, but he was a good boy, and they got along well. She
had feared after her husband abandoned them her son might blame her,
but the boy had always been her son. The jerk spouse had never
bothered with his son, except to tell him goodbye when he was five
years old. Eric was years older now and already pretending to be the
man of the house. His loud opinions amused her as much as her boss's
opinions at work. She managed in spite of all the advice offered.
The hose jumped to a halt. "Turn off the wipers, Eric!" She struggled
to fit the awkward nozzle back onto the pump. Her car was now unkempt
because the dusty wipers had left tracks on the windshield. Helen
sighed and grabbed a washing squeegee from the rack. In mock anger,
she threatened her son with the dripping T. "I should make you clean
it." Eric stuck his tongue at her and smiled.
Shaking her head, Helen quickly began washing the wide sedan's front
glass. She didn't want to waste time by wiping from both sides so she
stretched across the windshield as far as she could. Her well rounded
hips propped upon the hood and her voluptuous tits pinned her cotton
blouse to the windshield. Helen was wiping the farthest spot she could
reach when suddenly the washer jets burst open and soaked the length
of her body.
"Eric!" Helen yelled. The jets calmed as quickly as they had tagged
her. Through the glass, she could hear her son's peals of laughter.
Ohhh, she was really mad! She gave the wet glass three quick wipes and
returned the handle. She almost snorted as she grabbed a handful of
towels to wipe her body. Wet and angry, Helen opened the car door and
thunked down within, jarring the shocks potently. She turned to Eric
and said fiercely. "What the heck where you thinking? I don't want you
to budge an inch on that seat until we get home."
Eric tried and failed to look penitent. His young smile creeped into
the edges of his pout.
Helen started the car with a roar, and she nearly left tire tracks on
the pavement driving away. She almost yelled again when she noticed
her top was so soaked she could see the dark rings of her nipples
through the blouse and her thin bra. She hoped the cashier and
customers hadn't noticed. She would have died from embarrassment and
the potential gossip. In her concern for modesty, she wondered even if
Eric had noticed. She glanced over her shoulder and saw him peek
quickly at her body. For the remaining brief trip she couldn't shake a
mental image of her son staring at her tits. He was far too young for
that she told herself.
Helen steered into her driveway and looked around for neighbors who
might be able to see her predicament. She wondered if she should go
right in and change or put the groceries in the refrigerator first. No
one seemed about.
"Young man, I want you to help me carry bags into the house and then
go straight to your room . You have a lot of thinking to do about
squirting your mother before you can come to supper." She stepped out
of the car and opened the driver's back door.
"Aw geez, mom. It was just a joke." He got out of the car and opened
the other door.
"Well laugh off this one sport." She lifted two paper bags. "No ice
cream tonight."
"Big deal. I've never seen you like that before." He smiled pointed to
her clothes between the two sacks she held against her side. "They're
funny."
Helen blinked at her son. Then she peeked at her jutting tits and
their barely visible dark centers. Not knowing what to say, she pushed
the two sacks together and shut out her son's indecent view. She
stamped angrily into the house. The rest of the groceries were
retrieved in silence and then Eric marched up to his room, and she
changed into dry clothes.

Attempting to relax in front of the TV before making dinner, Helen
wondered what her son had seen. Probably not much of anything. But
what if he had seen her tits? He sure acted as if something important
had crossed his eyes or his imagination. She tried to forget about it,
but she looked at herself a couple times and even touched one nipple
briefly.
Her rat fink husband had left her for good, and she was glad, but
after many years she hadn't been on one date, not seriously. She told
herself she was too busy with work and raising a child for a chance to
repeat that nonsense. Still her body was young and beautiful. She
wouldn't be normal if she didn't feel desire regularly. She took care
of it as best she could by herself and with a battery powered
vibrator. She missed the touching and talking and game playing almost
as much.
Shaking all these thoughts out of her head she got up to make supper
and eventually called her naughty child out of his banishment. The
meal was eaten in the silence of defendant vs. judge. The meal
concluded and Helen spoke first.
"All right, tell me you're sorry."
"I'm sorry mom. I guess it was a stupid thing to do."
"Yep. Now give me a hug."
Eric smiled and he scrambled out of his chair and into his mother's
arms. "So, can I have ice cream now."
"Heck no. You're forgiven, but you still have to complete your
punishment." Helen batted his hair teasingly.
"Okay." Eric looked down and began to walk to his room.
"Just the ice cream. You can watch TV if you like. I'll join you after
I finish the dishes." Her son became a blur that raced into the living
room. Helen cleared the table.
She found her son glued to the big glowing screen. He seemed perfectly
content. Helen felt restless. She wanted to talk with him about what
he had 'seen' that afternoon and what it meant to him. She felt like
time was passing too fast, and her boy was growing too fast for her to
keep up with. Her notions of childhood were based on her own boring
upbringing. She knew the world was a stranger place than she had been
led to believe. Kids today seemed to be more aware of sex than she had
as a young adult. The old guard Puritans were fighting a losing battle
to keep them ignorant.
Wandering among these thoughts Helen sat down next to the television
absentmindedly. She looked into his eyes for any sign of adult
interests, but they were as empty as anyone's who had watched as much
TV as he had. Helen looked at her covered breasts. She had rushed
redressing and had slipped on a sweatshirt without putting on a bra.
The warm, green cotton felt softly arousing against her pert nipples.
The sound of the TV seemed far away as she focused on feeling her
nipples' reaction to her clean garment. She closed her eyes.
A commercial loudly interrupted her dream like state. She looked out
and saw Eric looking at her now. Maybe there was something in his
eyes. He seemed now as reflective as she felt.
"Need anything sport?" She asked calmly.
"I dunno."
"What are you thinking about?" Helen reached around to the
television's control panel and lowered the volume.
"How funny you looked when I could see through your shirt." He smiled
broadly.
The boy's honesty caused Helen to blush somewhat.
"I would have thought you had forgotten about that by now." She tried
to brush her son's comment away.
"Un-uh."
Helen knew if she made a big deal about it so would her son. She tried
changing the subject.
"Pretty soon you have to go to bed before school."
"I wish I could see it again."
Helen blushed deeper, but she held her ground. "Well take a good look
at this." She shook a fist at him. "Have you brushed your teeth yet?"
"No." Eric pouted. He slid off the chair and trudged to the bathroom.
Helen sighed within. What kind of thoughts were in her son's head, she
asked herself.
She stood and went into the kitchen to fetch the obligatory glass of
water her eleven year old still used as a cheap excuse to delay his
bedtime. She met the boy at his bedroom door.
"Okay sport, let's tuck you into bed." She handed him the glass. He
led her to his single bed and snuck into the covers without spilling
the water. Helen tucked him in and bent over to give him a kiss. With
her impressive tits hovering over the boy, he suddenly poured half the
glass of water on her clean sweatshirt.
"Eric!" Helen yelled and jumped from the cold water spreading rapidly
through the absorbent material. She looked down at her soaked shirt
and saw it clinging tightly to her bulging, shivering breasts. Her
nipples had become rock hard and poked out half an inch. Eric was
giggling uncontrollably, and his eyes stared brightly.
Helen grabbed the glass from her son's hand and angrily banged it on
the nightstand. "Mister you've gone too far now. What do you think
you're doing?"
"They look so funny!" Eric pointed at one nipple. He was so caught up
in his amusement he wasn't even afraid of his mother's threatening
tone.
"Ohhh!" Helen gasped in exasperation. Her thoughts were so mixed up.
She didn't know if she should run out of the room, cover her shivering
titties, or spank the boy. The only thing she was certain of was she
didn't want Eric to ever soak her again. Out of pure frustration she
suddenly said, "I've had enough of this." She indicated her dripping
sweater. "If all you want is to see your mommy's tits then here!" She
angrily reached down and pulled off her sweater in one stroke. The air
chilled her wet, luscious breasts even more and her nipples stuck out
so hard she could feel them stretch. She tossed the wet shirt on the
floor and told him, "Now I suppose you think this is funny."
Eric instantly quieted and his body tensed up solid. He stared almost
frozen at his mother's quart sized tits that jiggled in plain view
from cold and anger.
Helen was struck by her son's reaction and she suddenly realized what
she had done. She had never really spanked or otherwise struck Eric
out of anger. She had always relied on her instinct to decide an
appropriate punishment for his misdeeds. Now here she was sitting on
her son's bed with her tits fully exposed in front of her son. What on
earth had made her do that?
The tense moment was fractured by the boy bursting with giggles.
Instantly, Helen broke into full laughter. The situation turned on
it's head, and both mother and son could no longer bear its absurdity.
As their outbursts faded Helen covered her open tits with her arms and
said. "I guess we both did the wrong thing, but now you're going to
have to sleep in a wet blanket, in case you think you will every try
it again."
"I'm sorry."
"Just don't catch a cold. I'll change your covers tomorrow. Try
sleeping on the drier side."
Helen stood up from the water stained bed and left her son's room
after picking up her sweatshirt. She entered the master bedroom using
the dry side of the unfortunate shirt to wipe her breasts. Her rock
hard nipples tingled in response to the soft material. Helen found
herself squeezing her nipples with pleasure. She looked at her naked
top half and almost smiled. The thought of having exposed herself in
front of her son, no matter how innocently, had aroused her. Feeling
guilty she shut her door and then undid her pants. She climbed into
her own queen sized bed, switched off the lights, and snuggled under
the covers, trying forget the whole episode.
Unfortunately it seemed that the punishment for her error was to not
forget. She worried about her son. He had deliberately soaked her
clothes just so he could see her tits. What on earth possessed him to
act so vulgar? Were his friends at school telling him things? Perhaps
the other boys were whispering half-truths and wild lies to her son.
Or maybe he had seen pictures in a nudie magazine. Or maybe he was
just growing up and his natural desires were influencing him. Helen
tossed and turned, wondering what she was going to do about her son.
It wasn't right for him to look at her as a sex object. It wasn't...
decent.
After further struggles with her conscience she finally crept asleep
but did not sleep well.

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