Your mother

Your mind is reeling as you walk down the stairs and into the kitchen of your home. Your mother is by the stove, stirring the mashed potatoes, but she turns when she hears you enter. Her smile is warm and welcome when she sees you; but you barely register it, you are in such a daze. Her look switches to one of concern when she sees the confusion on your face.

"John? honey? Is everything okay?"

Once again her words startle you out of your daze and you slightly nod your head. She doesn't seem convinced, you notice, but she lets it slide for now.

"Okay." She says as though accepting your response. After a moment she asks "Could you set the table please?"

"Sure." you respond and go about grabbing the place-mats. You set up three spaces on the table in the dining room. Your father isn't home yet; he often works late. However, you expect him to arrive roughly halfway through the meal as he usually does. You didn't bother setting a place for your sister Jane; while she is going to be home from university for spring break, her flight doesn't arrive until tomorrow afternoon.

It's when you go back into the kitchen again to grab the plates and silverware that you brush up against your mom; and the thought strikes you. That deep, dark, terrible thought that you hate about yourself. The unnatural instinctive wish that you've had about this woman since you hit puberty. It's evil you know; it's sick and you bury it as far down in yourself as you can but it always comes back: the desire, the lust, the need. For her.

Your mother.

If you weren't her son, your... want of her would be completely natural; your mom is a stunningly beautiful woman. She is a little taller than average, shorter than you, but not short. She has long dark hair, that you inherited, which falls between her shoulder-blades. She's still young; only in her late thirties. She had your sister and you at an, almost, criminally young age. She has big brown eyes that have always looked upon you with complete adoration. And you know from stories the very first thing that ever brought a smile to your face was her own.

Also, she's stacked like a brick shit-house.

Veronica Doe has long legs, perfect hips, a flat stomach, and one of the biggest, most impressive racks you have ever seen. Her tits are mouthwatering, jaw-dropping, word stealing, eye catching wonders that no man can fail to notice; and you are no exception. You've loved and lusted for her since before you can even remember; and her standing this close to you, the smell of her perfume, the sway of her hips, the swell of her breasts... You can't help yourself, and you find the massive log in your pants can't either. It starts to harden and, intoxicated by her, for the first time ever you say out loud-

"I wish...