Incest Stories by Alwayswantedto

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"I thought you might be studying," she said, implying she wouldn't have brought me anything if she'd known I was just playing a game.

 
"No, I just needed to blow off some steam," I replied. More like frustration, I thought to myself, conscious that Mom was wearing a housecoat which meant she'd already changed for bed. Her hip felt warm pressing against the side of my arm. Mom's hand lifted from my shoulder and her fingers curled around to play with the hair at the nape of my neck.
 
"Well, that's one way to do it," she said.
 
Mom played with my hair for a few more seconds before pulling her hand away and walking to the door where she briefly paused.
 
"Dad's just gone to bed."
 
She was gone but somehow it felt like she was still there. It wasn't just the faint smell of perfume or other feminine products, it was the excited tension her voice had inspired in me. My nerves tingled and I found it hard to breathe. Dad had gone to bed. She hadn't said goodnight. She'd just told me that Dad had gone to bed, and she'd brought me a drink, implying I should take a few minutes to drink it.