Giving My Son Extra Lessons – Rose Bud [incest] [fiction] [m/s]
Every night, when my husband fell asleep…
I visited my son’s room.
“Honey, daddy is asleep.”
That faint scent, the scent of a man, mixed in with the smell of paint…
My son, Billy was barely a man, over 18 and a senior in high school.
Like most boys his age, he was interested in hobbies and girls. Both worried me.
Hobbies, because he enjoyed painting his models.
Girls, because he was such a timid boy, I wondered if he would have problems courting them.
But in the evening, in the middle of the night, nobody disturbs us.
It’s our time, private time between a mother and her son.
Billy, was waiting for me as usual. With expectation and nervousness in his eyes.
It was like that every night.
At first, it was just a good night kiss. I helped him with his studies and I rewarded him with a gentle peck on the cheek. Somehow that progressed to a gentle brush on his lips. I was shocked at the electricity that sparked inside me when our lips first touched.