In His Mother’s Bed – The Beginning

Aaron's break-up with his girl takes him back home. His mom has been doing sexy webcam shows during her son's absence. She confesses. Mother and son break every law by starting a wild taboo affair.

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His mom held her lower lip between her teeth, sunglasses aimed his way.

“I told you, I wasn’t expecting any visitors. God, you gave me such a fright,” she said.

They chuckled and then Aaron went to drink beer.

He found it done.

“Oh,” he said.

His mom tinkled a laugh.

“Going through that fast today.”

Aaron looked at her glass and then at his bottle before setting his focus on his mom’s face.

He said: “One of those days.”

Then pointed to the glass.

Said: “I could take another beer. What about you? More wine?”

His mom frowned.

“Better not. I’ve … I’ve got an appointment,” she said.

Aaron watched as his mom went for her phone. She checked the time.

Added: “Soon.”

“Okay,” Aaron put in.

A pause followed.

Time passed.

It got awkward.

Aaron looked at his mom.

He asked: “You okay?”

She winced and muttered something Aaron couldn’t make out.

Then she said: “Listen, I think there’s something you should know.”

Fear flashed through Aaron. He sat upright.

Asked: “Is everything okay? You’re not sick, are you, mom?”

His mother shook her head.

“No, not sick. Just busy. I’ve started something and, well, I worry you might disapprove.”

Aaron stared and then nodded.

Asked: “What have you started, mom?”

“Oh God,” she muttered.

Anxiety fluttered inside Aaron.

He said: “Okay, now I’m worried. The way you’re acting…?”

His mom sighed and waved a dismissive hand.

“No, it’s nothing for you to worry about,” she said.

She drained the wine and then sighed again, looking at Aaron.

“So, I guess I’ll tell you what’s going on,” she said.

Aaron frowned.

“This sounds bad, mom. Kinda ominous. I’m worried.”

His mother gave a half-shrug.

“It’s nothing to worry about. I promise. It’s just very … personal, Aaron. I worry how you’re going to take it.”

“Mom, come on. What the heck are you saying? Is it a guy? Are you seeing someone?”

His mom stared and then blurted a laugh, the sound of it like she thought the idea ridiculous.

“A guy? Jesus, no! I’m not seeing anyone, honey. I’ve been celibate for over a year—by choice, I hasten to add. There’s been no guy. Don’t need one. Don’t want one,” she finished.

Aaron pulled a face.

Said: “But--”

“No,” his mom cut in.

She held up one hand.

“Listen, you’re a grown-up, Aaron. I’m not going to kid around and hide it from you. I’ll tell you what’s what.”

“Okay, go ahead,” Aaron said.