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... around my ankles, and my face was right next to the black pair. Gasping to catch my breath, I stared vacantly at the white globules of spunk coating their crotch, a reminder of Tim's recent masturbation session where I lay. I felt a sudden wave of guilt pass through me. It had been wrong to fantasize about my own son, the boy who I had given life to. Even if I had been part of his fantasy, I was older, more mature and supposed to understand the taboo of incest and the damage it could cause. I reached down and pulled the wet vibrator from my pussy, turning it off and wiping the sticky secretions of my vagina onto the black panties sticky with Tim’s spunk. The thought of our male and female sexual fluids now mixing together flashed in my head, and I quickly pushed it out of my mind, pinching myself as punishment. I pulled up my white panties and placed my breasts back into the cups of my bra. I then dressed in my usual home attire, and gathered my work clothes and my cum and cunt stained panties. I left my room and went to the laundry downstairs, throwing the clothes into the washing basket. I made sure that the dirty panties were under my work clothes, as I was afraid John could find them and think I was having an affair with someone. I then walked into the kitchen to prepare dinner for the family. *** That night, as John lay in bed reading and I changed into my favorite blue nightie, I tried to talk John into having a discussion with Tim about sex. "Can't you just talk to ...

... him about, you know, how it’s done, and about safe sex?" I asked my husband. John sighed and shut his book, looking up at me over his glasses. "What would he need to know? They teach that stuff in school these days. What he needs is someone to tell him to get off his ass and do his homework for a change!" John said as I got into bed with him. "Well maybe he just needs someone to guide him down the right path, so he doesn't make the same mistakes we made!" I shot back. "You mean when I got you pregnant with Timothy? Don't start down that path with me, Sarah. I've worked damn hard to keep you and him comfortable, so don't criticize me if your life hasn't turned out how you would have liked. Now goodnight!" As he turned out the light I realized that John didn't care about us, he only cared for his job and playing golf, leaving me to raise Tim and run the household. He resented having to start work immediately after senior high, ending his dream of going to college upstate, and he resented having to marry me, pregnant with our only child. If that was the way it had to be, fine. I decided I would talk to Tim about sex, and make sure he knew what was right and wrong in terms of his behavior. I knew he must be just discovering his sexuality, and that it was probably common for young boys to have a crush on their mothers, after all, I was the closest woman to him in his life. It occurred to me that he would continue to masturbate throughout his teenage years, which was normal. What I ...