Incest Athletic Performance with Mom

[neerathemall]

Right away I know exactly what he wants; the mere suggestion stops me cold.
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My car is parked on a different block and there's a strange tension between myself and Chris as we wait. He's offered to turn on the tv a few times, but I declined. I prefer to wait in silence with my thoughts on this matter. The possibility that my best friend could be engaged in incest makes me nauseous.
I stand and walk around the living room, then I sit down and look at my phone, repeating the process. This makes Chris uncomfortable and nervous, but oh well. There are bigger issues to worry about.
"Don't be mad at her," Chris says.
"I'm not mad. I just want to understand. She's my best friend and competition partner. I'm looking out for her best interests."
"Thank you. I'm glad you're still here."
"If this is true, why are you telling me everything? Why do you want to show me?"
"I think mom feels trapped because she can't share this with anyone. It's bottled up inside of her. I don't know, I think she feels like a prisoner in some way, hoping for a friend who understands her, but knowing that could never happen."
Ah, now it all makes sense. Growing up, Eliza was an only child who was shy and awkward. She's told me, and has stated in multiple public interviews, that sports was her outlet to make friends and express herself.
I can imagine how alone she must feel carrying such a deep, dark secret, assuming this is true. I wonder if I can be her confidant, if I could accept this and give her emotional support. If the situation was reversed, I know she'd be there for me.
"Now you're hoping I'd comfort your mother?" I ask.
He nods. "It was my fault for letting you inside the house without putting mom's things away. So now you know And you're one of the closest people in mom's life."
A car pulls into the driveway and Chris goes to the window.
"She's here. Follow me."
I follow his lead up the stairs, towards his bedroom, having no idea what to expect. My heart pounds from the burst of adrenaline and the creeping realization that I'm about to spy on my best friend.
Chris opens the closet door and gestures for me to get inside.
"You can't be serious," I say.
"Would you rather sneak out the window and leave? Mom just came home."
Great point, so I step inside a closet, with the door closing just enough to leave a small opening. The opening is small enough to keep me hidden, but big enough to give me a view of the bedroom. The perfect, discreet size.
My heart pounds faster as Chris leaves to greet his mother. This is my first time being a secret voyeur, and in my best friend's home of all places. I keep waiting for Chris to return, open the door, and tell me it was all a joke. That, of course, none of this is true. That I'm horrible for making such a wild accusation, while justifiably laughing at me.
That moment never comes.
Instead I hear their voices as they come up the stairs.
"Mom, can you suck my cock real quick?" Chris says in a nonchalant manner.
They're in the upstairs hall and time slows while I wait for Eliza's response to the disgusting question. The Eliza that I've known for decades would raise hell from her son speaking to her like that. I wait for the sound of her furious voice to echo through every room in the house.
"Again? What's gotten into you?" Eliza replies.
"I'm in a great mood today. Plus you look hot right now."
"You've always had a thing for my casual outfits. Alright, let's hurry. I have other things to do later."
My perspective of Eliza collapses and I feel like I barely know her, as the mom/son duo enter the bedroom where I hide. Fear and adrenaline rush through my veins as I pray I don't get caught. Getting caught in this position could be the end of our friendship.
I see them together as I stand in the closet. Mother and son. They're in the bedroom, and once again, time slows down.
A short gasp escapes my mouth when I see them kissing. This isn't close to a normal mother/son kiss. It's a woman in her 40's locking lips with a 19 year old. Mother and son. That's exactly what they are, despite their physical actions together. They are a wholesome, all-American, mother and son.
I get a head-rush listening to the wetness of their tongues smacking and roaming the other's mouth. I can hear their lips pressing and I can see their hands on each other's bodies.
Their kiss ends when Eliza gets on her knees and works to free Christopher's penis. It's my first time seeing it, something that never should happen. He's erect and the sight makes me cringe; as I've said before, he's like a nephew to me.
Eliza strokes the cock and marvels at what she's dealing with, despite clearly having done this many times before. It confirms what Chris has been saying all along about their sexual relationship.
"Who gives the best blowjobs?" Eliza asks, stroking the cock while looking upward at her son.
"You already know."
"Say it," she says with a strict voice.
He smiles, looking down at mom. "My mother does. That's who."
"And who are they for?"
"Me. Only me. Because I'm your son."
She kisses the tip of the penis. "Smart young man. That's what I like to hear. You better appreciate this. I've turned down a lot of great sex to be exclusive to you."
"I always appreciate you, mom."
Their version of dirty talk horrifies me, but it's also exciting. Hearing her engage in role-my play with her son twists my stomach in knots. It feels vile coming from her mouth. How could this be the woman I've known for so long? Has she betrayed her own values? Am I the sinner for spying? We're all guilty, it seems.
Eliza is sucking her son's cock, head bobbing back and forth, loving every inch of what her son possesses. The worst part is, I've never felt so aroused. This is doing things to me that are wrong, but I can't stop looking. For fuck's sake, she's doing this to her son, a young man that I helped raise.
"Keep sucking, mom," he says.
She spits the cock out. "Cum for me, I need that pre-workout protein."
"Always."