Share a secret

"Mom...." You hesitate, uncertain how you should proceed.

Your mother turns and gives you a funny look. "What's up, John?"

God, she's beautiful, you think, even in a track suit, holding a can of beans and a can opener. How could you have come from this woman? It was like an angel giving birth to a demon.

"John? Are you ok in there?"

You smile weakly. "Yeah. It's just...you see...."

She puts the can and the opener down on the counter and stares at you with her big blue eyes. "What's wrong?" she asks. Her face has become very serious. She is even starting to look a little concerned.

"Have you ever...wanted something...you know you shouldn't?" you say, faltering over your words.

Her eyes widen and her face flushs red. Suddenly, she turns around and picks up the can and the opener and begins opening it with quick, shaking movements. You find her reaction quite surprising.

"Of--of course, honey. Everybody does that from time to time," she says, finally. Her voice sounds carefully constrained.

You get up from the chair, filled with a sort of restless excitement. "I'm not talking about stealing candy from the variety, or pissing in the communion wine," you say, getting worked up. "I mean something really wrong, like wanting to do things to people that could get you in a lot of trouble." Without thinking about it, you grab her shoulder to emphasize the urgency in your voice.

The can slips from her hand and hits the floor with a bang. "Shit!" she mutters. The can is half-open and beans and syrup are pooling on the linoleum.

"You should pick that up," you say reflexively.

Your mother bends over and wraps her fingers around the can. Her firm buttocks are inches from your groin. A sudden bolt of desire makes your manhood twitch.