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After reading a few incest stories I thought I’d give this a go. I’ve never considered incest to be one of my kinks but as a third party the stories intrigue me. I hope it hits the spot for some of you. I did write more but this was my original ending and the rest seemed to just be droning so I left it here for your imagination to carry on the story.

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Jenny, or Jen as her few friends called her was a gorgeous, sensuous young woman. She met Don in college at a meet and greet party. They quickly discovered they were soul mates and were married a year later. They were both still in college when they married and managed to get a double dorm room. Don was a business major and was going to climb the corporate ladder, while Jen was a design major with an aim of becoming an architect. Their lives started very well. They had some money behind them from their wealthy families so they had no real worries. They worked hard to achieve their goals, not letting petty and frivolous things distract them. No parties and no wild actions. They were straight laced, austere no bullshit kind of people.

Jen had a love for dance and was an avid ballet dancer. She spent 2 nights each week after her studies dancing at the local school. Her dance instructor saw a lot of potential in her and was pushing her to become professional. Jen liked to know that she was good but didn’t have time between her studies, and the little time she spent with Don. She enjoyed the exercise and Don enjoyed her flexibility. At least she knew she had a second career path if architecture didn’t pan out.

Don’s spare down time was spent looking at markets and investing very small amounts in start-up companies. $40-$60 per investment was very affordable to him. He made 2 of those per week and watched their performance carefully. Two of the good ones that you may recognize were a pair of technology start-ups called IBM and APPLE. Before he left college he had already made nearly half a million dollars from all his careful investments. He certainly had a talent for it.

Don finished college a year ahead of Jen and was head hunted by three companies on Wall Street. He took a position at one of the prestigious Wall Street companies as an analyst and made them a lot of money. He wasn’t left out either and garnered generous bonuses. By the time he was 25 he was one of the most successful bankers in the market, and built his personal wealth to over $6m.

Jen finished college a year later. It was a tough year since she was away from Don. She was a lonely girl at college with few friends due to her ability to keep her head in her studies, not being side-tracked by other college activities. Because she was married to Don already she had no interest in any other men, but her detachment from Don created a distraction in itself. She finished her studies and passed with distinction. She started working for a firm in Stamford, CT where they bought a nice 4 bedroom house. They also bought a small apartment in New York City for Don to stay at through the week. He would return each Friday evening to spend the weekends together. Don’s job was stressful; he had huge targets to hit and was under constant pressure.

In 1989, ten years after marrying, Jen fell pregnant. The couple were over the moon. Jen was still very active in ballet and continued until around 4 months pregnant when she was advised by her doctors to put it on the back burner until after the birth. She duly gave up for the remainder of the pregnancy.

On 18th of January 1990 Tom Denning was born. He weighed a healthy 7lbs 13oz with a thick mat of black hair. Both parents were present for the birth and both doted on him.

In June 1992 Don suffered a heart attack. His doctors told him he’d been lucky as it was almost a widow maker. He chose to cut his working life in half; they had plenty of money and would never be without so it made sense to slow things down. He still had pressure weighing down on him from work and although he had cut his working life in half his pressure was pretty much still just as great. He managed it for a long time and balanced his working pressure with his downtime at home.

Jen had gone back to architecture and continued her ballet activities, even taking part in small productions. She taught classes three nights a week and kept her body in perfect shape. She ate mainly fruit and vegetables, not that she was vegetarian but she ate very little fat so meat was a treat.

Tom grew up learning the techniques of architecture and business from his parents so he had a great head start for when he went to his college of choice. In school he was top of every class, always doing his very best in every subject. He had no time for fools; his mind was very much focused on working towards his own goals. He was definitely his parents’ son. Before he got to college he started his own company in property development with backing from his parents. In the year up to his 18th birthday he had proved his abilities and made a nice $247k profit from his dealings. He marsbahis güvenilirmi paid his parents back for their investment plus an agreed interest. They were extremely proud of their son, and they were proud of their ability to raise him so well.

In February 2008, not long after Tom’s 18th birthday Don suffered a massive heart attack aged 48, but wasn’t as lucky as he’d been the first time. He died on February 4th 2008. Jen was understandably distraught. She had only a few close friends who lived a good distance away, so her main source of support was her son, Tom.

In the hospital Jen sat in disbelief at the loss of Don. She believed he was too young to possibly have died but unfortunately, that kind of thing happens every day. Tom was very upset too but he had to be strong for his mother.

A nurse came over to them with a white paper bag containing Don’s belongings; his watch, wallet, rings, keys and glasses. Tom took the bag and then escorted his mother out of the building and to his car “are you hungry? Could you eat?”

Jen shook her head “no I couldn’t eat even if I was hungry. I just want to go home.”

He drove her home. As they arrived Jen said “I’m not sure what I’m supposed to do without him. I know he wasn’t always at home but I just can’t come to terms with never seeing him walk through the door again.”

“It’s going to take time, mom.” Tom reassured her. “He left you in a good position so you don’t ever need to worry and I’ll be here whenever you need me.”

“Thank you baby” Jen turned to Tom and placed her hand on the back of his head. “You’ll be the man of the house now!”

It was a pressure he had never felt before. He didn’t like it but it was a burden he would shoulder because it was the way he had been brought up. He exited the car and opened the door for his mother. “That’s my young gentleman” Jen said admiring her well-mannered son.

He offered her his arm and walked with her into her house. The hall light was on but the other rooms were in darkness. She didn’t like it. It felt spooky. She felt a chill and shuddered. It had been a long day and she felt uneasy about being alone. She wanted to go to bed but the thought of sleeping all alone in a big bed was too much to consider. She asked Tom “are you tired? Or are you staying up?”

“I was going to get a drink, then I was going to hit the hay.” he informed Jen. “I’ve got a lot to deal with tomorrow what with the funeral directors and signing dad out of the hospital, I should really get an early night.”

Jen walked to him and hugged him tight. “I don’t want to be alone tonight. Would you keep me company?”

“Of course I will.” agreed Tom. “You shouldn’t be on your own. You go up and I’ll be up after my drink. Did you want one?”

“No thank you, baby.” Jen left and walked up to her room.

Tom couldn’t help thinking about being the man of the house now. It was a responsibility he hadn’t bargained for at this age. It wasn’t that he couldn’t handle it or wasn’t ready for it but he hadn’t exactly prepared for it. He got a glass of orange juice, and then left to join his mom.

The house was big. With white walls, a white marble floor in the hall and decorative black balustrade and staircase curling around the wall and up above the front door to the first floor. There were four large bedrooms. The two unused rooms were made up as guest rooms, with Jen and Don, now just Jen, in the master and Tom across the wide landing.

Tom walked up the stairs slowly wondering how he was going to handle his future. He was supposed to be going to college but that seemed to be out of the question now. He approached his paren…his mother’s room. He knocked and waited for a reply “come in baby.”

“Are you decent?” Tom asked as he entered.

“Of course.” said Jen.

Tom said “I’m just going to get ready and I’ll be in shortly.”

“Ok baby.” She replied “I doubt I will be but if I’m asleep when you come in, good night.”

Tom nodded and went to his room still pondering his future. He had his small business that was doing very well. So he didn’t really need to go to college but his whole life had been leading to it and he did want to get a proper and full education. His priority though was making sure Jen was ready to get on with life after losing Don. He found some cotton sweats and a T-shirt, got changed and went across the hall to his mother’s room. He opened the door and saw her still awake. She wore a white satin nightdress. It was part of her usual nightly attire and wasn’t out of the ordinary for Tom to see her wearing something similar. For 47 she was remarkably youthful looking. All the ballet had really kept her young.

Jen held out her arms. She had been crying. Tom rushed over and got on to the bed. He lay next to Jen and pulled her over to hug his mother. He stroked her hair to settle her but didn’t speak. They held each other for a few minutes as he comforted her then he felt her relax and her head lolled a little. She was asleep. He was obviously a great comfort marsbahis yeni giriş to her. As he held her, his right pectoral as her pillow, he stroked her right arm with his left hand; his mind went back to college. He wondered how long his mother would need him. He would stay as long as she needed but ideally he wanted to start school sooner rather than later. He considered his options. He was a straight A student with the choice of great schools. He decided he would speak about it with His mom soon.

As he rhythmically moved his hand across Jen’ skin he started to feel his head nodding so he gently positioned himself so his head was on the pillow. Jen’s head was now just below his jaw. His eyes weighed heavy, and then unconsciousness found him.

In the morning Tom woke early. They hadn’t moved all night. He held her in the same position since falling asleep. The only difference was she had moved her right leg which was now across his groin. He felt tumescent in response to it and felt his breath and pulse quicken. Jen began to stir and moved her leg catching Tom’s erection “sorry baby. I didn’t realize.”

He was clearly embarrassed but asked “how did you sleep?”

Breathing a heavy sigh she said “actually, I slept better than I have in a long time. I think all the emotion of yesterday must have really taken it out of me. That and your heart beat was very comforting.”

“You didn’t move at all in the night, so you were really out for the count” he brushed her hair from her face. “Today is a new day. Let’s get up and eat something. I’ve got a lot to do.”

“My big little man.” Jen observed “ready to take on the world for me.”

“I’d do anything for you mom; I’ll look after you until you get over this hurdle.” He kissed her forehead and tightened his embrace to comfort her.

“You’re a good kid. I love you!”

“I love you too.” He replied.

He got up and went across the landing to his own bathroom. He relieved himself wishing he had done so the night before. He had held it because his mother needed him and promptly fell asleep, keeping him from emptying his bladder. Once finished he washed his hands and brushed his teeth. The shower was turned on and he stripped, throwing his clothes into his hamper. He got into the shower. In an hour he needed to be at the hospital then an hour later he had to start arrangements for the funeral. It wasn’t a task he was relishing, but would get it done regardless.

After his shower he walked in to his room and chose his clothes for the day. Black pants and a blue shirt. He wouldn’t bother with a tie it wasn’t like anyone would really care. He stood with a towel round his waist picking a pair of socks when Jen walked in to his room. This startled Tom as he might have been naked and getting dressed. “Mom, what are you doing?”

Embarrassed but truthfully Jen said “baby, it’s nothing I haven’t seen before. I did give birth to you. I wanted to know if you wanted me to come with you today.”

With a reddening face Tom said “you gave birth to me 18 years ago and the last time you saw me naked was like 13 years ago.” He softened his tone “Yes you’re welcome to come with me if you feel up to it.”

“13 years ago was the last time you know that I saw you naked.” Chuckled Jen “You’ve made some slip ups since then let me tell you!”

Tom closed his eyes placed his hands on his face and muffled “oh my god.” into his socks.

“I’ll make us breakfast baby” Jen said as she pulled his door closed.

Tom had to wonder when she might have seen him but couldn’t think of a single time. There were a few times when he had seen his mom changing with her door ajar getting ready for ballet or after coming home from class. He couldn’t help but admire the tight adolescent body, especially since it didn’t belong to an adolescent. His room was right across the landing from her room so if her door was slightly open he would see in as he walked out of his room. He wondered if that might have been the case but the other way round.

He shook his head and moved on. He would close his door properly next time.

He dressed and met his mother in the kitchen “how are you feeling now?” he asked.

Standing scraping the plates with her back to him she said “I’m ok. It seems to come in waves. I’ll be ok one minute and the next it will hit me and I start crying.”

He walked over to her and put his arms around her from behind, one around her midriff and one over her shoulder. He put his cheek to hers and said “you don’t have to come with me today. Go and do something distracting instead.”

“No,” she said firmly “I need to be with you. We are both suffering even though you’re able to control it better than me, I know you need support too”

He agreed to her winning argument and kissed her cheek. “We’ll be ok.”

They ate some pancakes; Jen went up to get dressed while Tom put the plates in the dishwasher. He looked at his wrist to check the time realizing he’d forgotten his watch. He went upstairs to retrieve it and as he approached marsbahis giriş his door he noticed the door to his mother’s room was half open. As he got to his door he looked in and saw her bending over in her white lacy panties with her back to him pulling a black stocking on. She wasn’t wearing a bra. He looked away quickly realizing that he shouldn’t be looking at his mom in that way. He entered his room and went into his bathroom. Looking at himself in his mirror he thought ‘what the fuck is going on in your mind you sick fuck’. He hadn’t realized until right at that moment, but he was hard. “Nooooo, I couldn’t, I wouldn’t. She might be a beautiful woman but she’s my mom. I need help!” He said to his reflection.

They drove to the hospital. Every few seconds the image would pop into his head. He couldn’t get rid of it. “Everything ok?” asked Jen.

“I’m just a bit preoccupied with today’s appointments.” He lied. The rest of the journey was silent, but he was thinking about his mother’s stockings under her dress.

He parked up and opened Jen’s door. She thanked him “I do love how well-mannered you are. You make your mom very happy.

He thought it a little strange that she referred to herself in the third person but didn’t ponder it. She took his arm as they walked into the hospital. They dealt with the paperwork which took about 30 minutes, then left to attend the next appointment. Tom opened her door for her and as she got in he was treated to a flash up her black dress. He saw her white panties and the bare skin at the top of her legs as he swung her left leg into the car, a second later the view was gone as she swung her right leg in and he closed the door. That was the second time in 90 minutes that he had seen more of his mom than he should have. He walked around the back of the car trying to focus on his task.

He drove across town to the funeral home where they gave their wishes for the funeral process. Jen found it very difficult and left with one of the female staff while Tom dealt with the details of where his dad would be buried and when. It was about 80 minutes later when he emerged looking quite drained. He wasn’t prepared for the tidal wave of emotions but he held it together for the meantime.

When they got home he was the gentleman again helping Jen out of the car. She didn’t need any help. She was probably fitter than Tom but it was the thing to do. They walked inside where Jen said she was going to ballet class to try and clear her mind. It was a very therapeutic art form and might help to steady her emotions. Tom agreed it was a good idea. He went to his room while she went to hers. He didn’t close his door fully and neither did Jen.

He stood a few feet behind his door spying through the gap at the hinge side. He could see her moving about in her room, and then she disappeared to her bathroom. He thought she would probably get changed in there but about a minute later she reappeared in her room. Naked! Tom’s breath left him. His heart revved to the red line. He watched as she started stretching in full view of the landing knowing that Tom might walk out at any minute. What if he had walked out? What if he had walked on to the landing and seen her?

He thought about it. Maybe he should. Then his thoughts reversed ‘stop looking at your mom that way!’

He shook his head and moved. He went to his bathroom and locked the door. He wanted to release the poison but he couldn’t do it while thinking about his mom. That would be sick. Where was his head at? He heard a knock at his bathroom door “yes!” He called.

“Everything ok baby?” his mother asked.

No it damn well wasn’t ok. He was having immoral thoughts about his own mother and was momentarily considering masturbating over the image of her stretching while naked. “Yes mom. I’m fine!”

“I’m going to class now.” She informed him.

“Ok. How long do you think you’ll be?” He asked.

She thought for a second about drive time and dance time “about 3 hours maximum.”

“Ok. I’ll see you when you get home.”

He heard the front door close and her car leaving the drive.

He unlocked his bathroom door and went to see that she had left. He entered her room and then into her bathroom. He saw her laundry hamper in the corner near the shower. The lavatory was on the opposite side of the room so he sat on it, staring at her laundry hamper. He could still smell her in the room and it was doing something crazy to his mind. His heart was still racing but his breathing had returned to normal. He was considering his next action. He could leave and not take any action. He could make a mental gamble that if he opened the hamper and her panties were visible he would go with his instincts at that point or he could just throw caution to the wind and dig through her hamper to find her panties and give himself release.

He checked his watch 14:52. She wouldn’t be home until about 17:30. He walked out of her bathroom and his heart began to slow down. He sat on her bed and thought about her actions when she was stretching. She must have known that she might be caught by him. Maybe she wanted to be caught, but why? He was her son, why would she want that. Then again why was he also having these thoughts? He had never looked at her that way before. Maybe it was the grief of losing Don.

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