Incest Comforting Mom

[neerathemall]

Because my tent is close to theirs, I hear the faint rumbles of two bodies moving. Even though it's cold, I pull the zipper down in my tent, just a bit, so I can hear the erotic sounds better.
In the morning I realize that my suspicion is correct. How could it be? How could something like this happen?
My best friend had a sexual encounter with her son. I see the glow on Dani's beautiful face. She is always beautiful, but now, it's like there's sunshine radiating around her. As for her son, it's the same reaction. A glow.
Seeing them try to navigate their emotions is something psychologists should study. I wonder if Dani is filled with regret or arousal. Perhaps both. Sex is often complicated and incest even more so.
Our interactions are awkward for the rest of the morning. At least for me, that is. Everytime I see her, all I can think about is her sexual side that's hidden from the rest of the world. Has she always been having sex with her son? Or was it a side effect of the herbs? I wonder.
I struggle with myself on what to call their interaction from last night. Did they make love? Have sex? Engage in naughty foreplay? Did they fuck? Yes, that must be it. They fucked. It sounds dirtier that way. I like it.
They fucked.
Dani fucked her son.
Those words ring in my mind. Those thoughts are making me flustered, even as I try to maintain conversations with the rest of the group, as well as sticking to our daily meditation routines.
But the thought lingers.
Dani fucked her son.
It makes me smile to think about. In all honesty, I've never had these fantasies before in my life. In fact, I would have thought it was sick. I thought incest fantasies were the twisted perversions of men.
But seeing the reaction from Dani changes my view on that. She smiles at her son more today, stands a little closer to him, even touches him flirtatiously a few times on the chest or shoulder. No one notices except for me. Why would anyone think perverse thoughts about innocent reactions from a mom and son?
Just me. Because I heard them last night.
It is later in the afternoon when Dani and Robert are separated that I feel a compulsion to inquire. Robert is talking with the other guys when I have a moment alone with Dani, while washing clothes in the river.
"Last night was interesting," I say. "I'm pretty sure no one else heard you except for me, because my tent was so close. So the secret is safe."
The sun is beaming down on us and water flows through our bare feet. Dani is stone-faced, bent over to rub her clothes in the water.
Dani replies, "I haven't had sex in nearly two years, for context. The last time was with a guy I briefly dated."
"How was it with Robert?"
Dani looks at me. "What would you like to know?"
"Does he have a nice cock?" I blush when asking.
"I couldn't see it, but it felt wonderful. What's interesting is that Robert is very much the same size as his father. It's the same shape, too. The way it fits inside brought back so many memories. Of course, there are obvious differences, as you can imagine."
Hearing my best friend speak so openly and honestly about incest is having a profound effect on me. The casualness of this conversation makes my knees weak and I can barely stand.
"It's your son, after all," I say. "Absolutely it's going to feel different. Mentally it must be so unusual."
She looks around, making sure there's privacy, then she flashes a discreet smile.
"It was a mind-fuck. That's how I thought of it. If I saw his face during the escapade, I'd be having nightmares from what I did with my son. The darkness gave me a sense of cover."
Looking into Dani's eyes, I wonder if that's true. It seems like she is trying to convince herself that this was entirely the herb's fault. That she bore no responsibility over the sexual relations she had with her son.
"Was all of this because of the herbs?" I ask cautiously. "I mean, have you ever done it before? Are you and Robert... lovers?"
She is shocked by my question. Rightfully so. I crossed the line and the question is stupid. I chide myself for even asking. It came out wrong, but the entire morning I wondered if there was a previous attraction between them.
"I blame the drug 100% for what happened," she says firmly. "Don't forget, you're the one that dragged me here. I should be blaming you for what happened."
We laugh and I get the impression that Dani is still mortified by the question. I can only sympathize with her. And I do feel guilt for dragging Dani to this kind of retreat. It's my fault she had sex with her son. Excuse me, that she fucked her son.
"In all fairness, I apologize. But somehow I think you'll recover from this tragedy. You've been smiling all morning."