Incest Athletic Performance with Mom

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The fact is, I need to know everything, from her diet, workout routine, mood, the situation with friends and family, even her sex life. She knows the same about me.
We're partners in beach volleyball and we've won Olympic medals together. Even at our older age, we're favored to win gold before retiring from the sport. We're in the midst of heavy training with the games approaching.
I'm positive she has a new man because of the glint in her eyes and the blush in her cheeks. It's baffling because I know all about her ex-husband and recent dates, but for some reason she's keeping quiet. Is she having a kinky sexual relationship with someone?
Finally I've had enough. I'm going to confront her and the best place is at her home. The training center is always busy and a heart-to-heart conversation requires a personal touch. I don't call or text, because I want Eliza caught off guard.
The drive is 20 minutes and I park on the street.
When I ring the doorbell, I wait a while, then Chris opens the door. He's the 19 year old son of Eliza and I've known him forever. We're like family and I jokingly call him my 'nephew' on occasions.
"Mom isn't home," he says after we make small talk. "She left to meet with parents about an upcoming game."
For context, Eliza has a side gig as a volleyball coach for young kids. Even with our training schedule and her endorsement deals and ventures, she's able to give these kids and parents high priority. I commend her for that, she's a beautiful person.
"Do you know when she'll be back?"
"Probably within an hour."
"Mind if I come inside and wait?" I ask.
"Yeah, sure. I'm actually in the middle of an online class right now. It's almost over though."
I wince and gesture for him to leave. "Yikes, go back, go back."
"Okay, I'm going, I'm going," he says, pretending to move faster. "There's soda in the fridge. Chips and fruits are on the counter."
"You better go. I don't want your professor to be upset."
"Okay, I'm gone."
When he rushes up the stairs towards his bedroom, I wonder if Eliza is seeing someone. The whole 'meeting with parents' thing could be a ruse. An elaborate lie that she tells her son. My theory of an intense sexual relationship gains new momentum. I wonder what fetishes she's into?
I hear audio from the online course in Chris's bedroom, so I decide to be a detective and snoop around. Going up the stairs, I make my way to Eliza's bedroom.
The bedroom looks the same as it always does, neat, clean, with a lot of things laying around. There are pictures on the wall of family, friends, and various sporting events that we've competed in together. Her medals and trophies are on a desk. Beauty products line her dresser mirror.
Something catching my eye; lingerie is hanging from a laundry basket. I walk over for a closer inspection. When I lift it, sheer fabric is revealed. Her nipples would be exposed wearing this. There's another lingerie in the basket with the same design.
Wearing this is fine for a lover, but why would she leave this out so brazenly? Her son would be able to see it from the hallway. In all the years I've known Eliza, she's always been a careful mother. She's always mindful of how her son views her.
I put the lingerie down and walk towards the dresser. Positioned next to an array of lipstick and eyeliner, is a six-inch dildo and a silver-colored vibrator. What on earth is she thinking? What kind of woman would leave these things out while living with an adult son?
The only logical explanation is that Eliza was in a hurry before leaving home. She's a busy woman who often rushes, running from place to place. It's plausible that she was in the middle of cleaning her toys and forgot to put them away. The same with the lingerie.
I pick up the vibrator from the dresser. It's normal and healthy for a woman to own sex toys, especially someone with a schedule like hers. The device is a marvel and I can see why she owns it.
What bothers me is that the vibrator and dildo are placed next to a framed photograph of Eliza with her son. It's a photo of them together after a qualifying game from months ago. They're on the beach, hot sun shining on their smiling faces, and they're so close their cheekbones are touching each other's.
The epiphany hits me like a ton of bricks. It's both absurd and the most logical conclusion. How could they? What the hell is she thinking? I could understand why Chris would want something like this -- he's a young man -- but a woman like Eliza with everything to lose?