Incest Stories by Alwayswantedto

[nilr1]

 

I came and then leaned forward, stretching my body over top of hers, kissed her on her mouth and whispered in her ear, "Tomorrow?"
 
Mom nodded, exhausted.
 
Wouldn't it be nice to say that the next day was the same? That Mom continued playing the same innocent "I'm just your mom" game until her evening mutation into my woman. But the next day was different. The first day I had tried so hard to make a special connection, and the second day I resigned myself to the "I'm just your mom" gig, but the third day was Saturday and all of us were home all day.
 
One difference was that I stayed home whereas usually I hung out with my friends until dinner and then went out again. Typically, I was home no more than an hour after I got up and though Dad didn't seem to notice anything different, Mom certainly did. She seemed antsy but didn't say anything directly, instead asking how such and such a friend was, and I haven't seen so and so for a long time ... that kind of thing. But I didn't bite on her ploy to ferret out an explanation for why I was staying home.
 
It took me a while but it eventually dawned on me that Mom was having trouble ignoring me. She wasn't angry about me making suggestive remarks, or casting long yearning glances her way. Unlike the first day, I wasn't doing any of that. It was as if my mere presence bothered her. To be clear, she didn't seem angry or upset in that way. It was more like she was having difficulty acting normal with me constantly there, as if she couldn't concentrate because she was aware of me all the time.. I think I was making her excited.
 
It was in her mannerism somehow that I couldn't precisely define. In her voice, for sure. There was a nervousness, a fragility that made her voice sound as if she was holding her breath, like she might if she was stepping gingerly over some sharp pebbles.

 
I tried hard not to glance her way and probably didn't succeed but I certainly didn't leer or let my eyes dwell on her body.. But neither did I leave. I stayed near her. At one point late in the morning, when Dad left the kitchen to visit the bathroom, I sauntered over to where she was standing and stood beside her.