My Mothers Secret
Published by Carl East
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Copyright 2010 - Carl East
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My Mothers Secret
It had been two months now since the funeral, and my mother was only now beginning to come around. She’d been depressed the first month after my father’s death, and for a while she’d been ill. Now she was eating properly, and I was able to comfort her more.
However, in the last two weeks I’ve been trying to avoid her. The reason is something I haven’t been able to talk about with anyone, mainly because I knew that they’d be horrified if they knew what was going through my mind.
It all started two weeks previous, when mom came down stairs in her dressing gown. Now I must explain that my mother is only 35 years old and very attractive, and although I’m 18 I’ve always known that she had me at a very early age, or so I thought.
So there I was eating some cereal when she got up onto the kitchen stool and poured herself a coffee. Nothing strange in that, but when she swiveled around on the stool to face me her gown fell down to one side and being lower in my chair I could see she wasn’t wearing any panties. I knew I should have gotten up and maybe ignored what I was seeing, but for some reason I didn’t.
We talked for a while, and whenever I thought she wasn’t looking at me directly I took another look between her legs. I had this thing about shaved privates, and mom was as bald as a pea. Her soft white vaginal lips looked so inviting, but the guilt I felt for thinking such thoughts was overwhelming. It was when I started to get hard that I reacted, I mean I couldn’t let her see that she was arousing me. I stood up when she wasn’t looking and told her that I was going to get a shower.
Try as I might I just couldn’t get that image from my mind, and even a cold shower didn’t help. I avoided her for the rest of that day, except for meals and I felt as I went to bed that night that that would be it. She’d inadvertently showed something she hadn’t meant to show, and that I’d gotten through it without embarrassing either one of us, at least that’s how I rationalized it all.
The next day was the best since dad had passed on; she actually laughed a few times and began to look like her old self. So I put the previous day’s events out of my mind, and we spent a wonderful afternoon shopping and going for a meal. When we got back I felt tired so I told mom that I was going to have a nap, and she said she was going to do the same.
An hour later and fully rested, I decided to get myself a sandwich and went down stairs. I could hear the TV on as I approached the sitting room, and looking around the door I found my mom with her back to me watching a porn movie. She hadn’t heard me come down, and I decided to watch this flick from the doorway. It was a shock to me that she even had a movie like this, although I guessed it probably belonged to dad.