Incest A mom inadvertently falls in love with her son.

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This time I signed my name, no longer ashamed by my feelings.

I cleaned the house for a bit, and talked to Mom on the phone before I headed into work where my thoughts of incest faded into the back of my mind while the demands of the job took over.

That night, I again was exhausted, and I again decided to check on Paul, who this time was on his computer playing some online game and didn't even hear me knock.

Entering, I startled him as he had his gaming headphones on. "Mom! Crap, you scared the heck out of me."

"I thought I'd let you know I'm home," I said, going to his bed and taking off my shoes.

He turned away from his game, which I took as flattery, as he watched me. I joked, "I think it's time to get you a girlfriend."

"Why?" He asked, trying to maintain eye contact with me and yet on more than one occasion taking quick, he thought unnoticeable, glimpses of my legs.

"When I was your age I was going to parties, meeting boys and well," I shrugged, as I took my first shoe off, "you know."

"What?" my adorable, but innocent son asked, clearly unable to focus on my words.

"Making out," I answered. "Plus, I met your dad when I was eighteen, too."

"You did?" He asked, "You've never told me how you and Dad met."

"It was lust at first sight," I joked, as I tossed my second shoe on the ground and collapsed backwards onto his bed.

"W-w-what?" He stammered, clearly distracted by both my words and my legs.

I rolled onto my side to face him, my legs stacked onto each other, and said, "You're eighteen, I guess you're old enough to hear this, if you can handle your old bag of a mother telling you about her young, wild days."