1. The Weekly Ritual Part 2


    Date: 12/27/2023, Categories: Incest Fantasy, Author: flip_the_script 

    ... gorgeous. I'm so happy for you."

Mom smiles genuinely this time, her eyes crinkling. "Thanks, sweetie. It just feels so freeing, you know? Like I can finally start living life on my terms."

"Well, cheers to that!" I say brightly. I know she had been unhappy for a long time in her stale marriage with Dad. They had grown apart years ago but stayed together for my sake. But now, with me less than a year away from graduating college, Mom is embracing this new phase. I admire her courage.

"So, what movie are we watching tonight?" I ask curiously, taking another sip of my wine.

Mom grins mischievously. "Well, I was thinking maybe Lady Chatterley's Lover."

I nearly spit out my wine. "Mom! That movie is so risque. Are you trying to corrupt your sweet, innocent daughter?" I exclaim, clutching the invisible pearls on my chest.

Mom laughs. "Oh please, don't even try to play the sweet and innocent card with me. I know my daughter better than that."

I blush slightly. She's not wrong — I lost my innocence a long time ago. Still, the idea of watching such an erotic film with her…

"I just thought it could be something fun and different for our girls' night," Mom continued, with a twinkle in her eye. "Unless it would make you uncomfortable?"

"No, no, it's totally fine," I say casually, taking a large gulp of wine to steel my nerves. "I mean, I'm a twenty-first-century modern woman. I can handle a little cinematic romance."

Mom grabs the remote to queue up the ...
    ... movie on Netflix. While she busies herself with that, I sit, my brain going into overdrive.

Whydid she pick that particular movie?

Don’t read too much into it, Eva, I tell myself.It’s just a movie. This isn’t like three years ago, no matter how much you want it to be.

My mind turns to our special Wednesday night rituals when I still lived at home with my folks and how the final instance had ended three years ago. That strange, heated moment between us across the kitchen counter. Her delicate finger trailing up my bare arm, our faces just inches apart before…the kitchen timer shattered the spell we were under, and Mom and I picked up as if nothing had happened.

We never acknowledged what happened that night. Maybe it was all just a misunderstanding, some kind of accident. I eventually chalked it up as such when we abruptly stopped our tradition with no explanation. I was just too busy with senior year stuff, and Mom was too busy with work to dedicate a whole evening to hanging out. That’s what I told myself, at least.

But now, sitting here on the couch with Mom after three long years, I feel that simmering tension rising between us again. A thrill of excitement and apprehension courses through me.

Does she feel it, too? Does she think about that night like I do, late at night when I’m naked under the covers, my fingers between my legs?

Mom's voice interrupts my reverie. "So, how's Maya?" she asks. "You two still going strong?"

I quickly take a large gulp ...
«1234...»