The following days...

Nothing seemed to have changed at home; your Mom kept being her usual self: Taking care of you, doing the household chores... The usual single Mom thing. Well, she wasn't actually single, but since dad got locked up, she apparently started behaving like one... At least with Isaiah.

But she realized something was wrong with you; something changed. You tried avoiding making eye contact with her when talking, and you tried keeping your interactions with her as short as possible.

Your Mom, wanting to be a good Mom, tried cheering you up over and over again. The more you tried avoiding her, the more attention she paid to you. And it's not like you stopped loving your Mom...

But looking at her, her face, her eyes, her lips, made you remember what you saw in the bathroom. What she was doing with Isaiah. You weren't that oblivious; you know what was happening. You've already watched your fair share of porn.

But you just couldn't remove that idea of your head. Your Mom, on her knees, ignoring you, her Son, as she let Isaiah finish between the lips with which she so lovingly kissed you.

The worst thing was trying not to get hard when thinking about it...