Mafia Desire (Erotica)

“But nothing had ever turned me on the way these did. My mother, the woman who cooked for me, helped me with school, read to me when I was young and always comforted me and told me how much she loved me. Here she was… as a sexual woman and one hell of a sexual woman. The last picture was of her smiling with…” he looked at me,

“Oh, what am I worried about, you probably have porn all over your computer at home. “My father’s cum all over her face and the look of pure lust in her eyes, even in the picture, just…”

“You’re disgusting.” Mom told him.

“I won’t deny my tastes are extreme, but fantasy is hardly disgusting. But from that point on… I wanted her. I wanted to have sex with my mother. I thought about her constantly. I couldn’t be in the same room with her without getting hard. I had put most of the pictures back except that last one and Joe found it in my desk.”

“He asked what the hell I was doing with it and I made the mistake of confiding in him. He said I was sick and… he told my father who told me to get my ass out of the house. I was eighteen with nowhere to go and my mother… had no idea what was going on and fought him over it.”

“Joe said you left on your own.” Mom said.

“He would and I guess it was for the best, not a great reason to be thrown out I suppose. Well my father finally caved and told my mother what it was over. She came into my room and asked if it were true. I told her yes, I was so ashamed I was crying. She took me into her arms and…” he hesitated. “She told me she loved me and that… that my feelings made her love me more and that if I wanted to she would let me.”

“What?” Mom and I both spoke at the same time.

“Yes, my mother said she would let me be with her if it was what I really wanted and it would help me.”

“So you did?” I was getting caught up in the story now.

“No.” he shook his head. “My father was in the house when we spoke and she said she would tell dad she was taking me for help, but her plan was to wait until we were alone and let me explore my fantasy because… it was hers as well.”

“You’re full of shit.” Mom said, but seemed as if she weren’t convinced and was saying it because she wanted it to be the case.

“No, I wish I was, it would have been easier.”

“Dad still wanted me out and we compromised. I went to stay with our aunt for a week so I could realize what a sick person I was and stay away from mom for a week. Then he was going to go with us to the shrink. Well Joe called during the week; mom had suffered a massive stroke.”

“She recovered… somewhat. She was never the same and I stopped seeing her as anything but my sick mother that I wanted to help take care of. But my father blamed her stroke on me. Me and my disgusting thoughts pushed her over the limit.”

“I never told him that mom said she was willing to or the details of that conversation, he would have never wanted to believe it and he hated me as it was. So he told me to leave at that point and although Joe did try to talk my dad into letting me stay I gave up and left, went to live with the forty year old woman I’d been fucking, who happened to be a former porn actress and you know the rest.”

“Joe never told me that, all he would say was I had no idea what a perv you really were.”

“Yes I guess incest fantasies are seen as disgusting, but… in the porn world they are huge. Thousands of stories and e-books on the subject, tons of semi incestuous porn vids like my Step lust series. People do desire it, they are curious about it. Incest is the last line that people have not crossed, but they are turned on by it. Taboo the movie started it gaining speed years ago and it has not slowed down.”All content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.

“So…” I put my hands up, “After that big revelation, what the hell does this have to do with us?”

“You only have one mom, Ryan. I had one chance at my fantasy coming to life and missed it by days. Hours if I want to wonder what would have happened if my mother and I had just a little time without my father right on top of me. So my true fantasy will never be a reality. Sometimes I wonder if my mother had been appalled and told me I was sick if it would have stayed with me, but her willingness? It inspired me more.”

“Think she wanted you or was willing to let you work it out?” Mom asked.

“I… I think by the conversation she was offering more than help, but if she was only sacrificing herself for me, then… it just proves that a mother will do anything for their family, isn’t that right, Vicky?”

“Yes.” Mom agreed to my chagrin.

“Back to what you want now.” I prodded.

“For years I paid escorts to role play as my mother, but it felt ridiculous. Plus once my career went from screen to marketing and big money I had to be careful. Next I went to porn stars acting out incestuous scenes for the “Loving Mothers” series, but same thing. It was scripted dialogue, they were not related, just not the same.”

“So what’s left?” Mom asked.

“The real thing is left. Not for me, of course, but to watch a true mother and son have sex in front of me.”

“Have I mentioned your sick?” Mom shook her head in disgust, but as she did my stomach tightened at the thought of where this might be going. No, he couldn’t want us to…

“If knowing what you want is sick, then yes I guess so.”

“So just go find some mother and son and pay them to have sex with you.”

“Oh, its that easy?” He laughed. “Should I run an ad on Craig’s List?”

“You have money and connections in a sleazy industry.” Mom went on, “And I’m sure somewhere there is a mother already banging her son who wouldn’t mind making some extra money, maybe you should move to West Virginia, trailer parks and…”

“I have a mother and son right in front of me that is pretty desperate.” Uncle said.

Although I had gotten to the point I expected the words, they still caused a twisting in my stomach. I looked at mom who was sitting there speechless, staring at Uncle who was sitting back perfectly calm, as if he had just mentioned what he had for lunch.

“You… you want me to… have… sex… with … my son.” Mom forced each word out, “In… front … of you?”

“For twenty five thousand dollars.” He nodded, “No, in fact, tell you what, thirty five thousand, how’s that?”

“What the hell is wrong with you?” I blurted, “Jesus Christ, your disgusting!”

“Know what I’ve learned Ryan?” Uncle asked, still calm, as if my words had gone right over his head, “That every son wants his mother. You’re conditioned not to so the thoughts and urges are buried, under societies standards, but if something happens, one incident, one thing to make you see your mother in a sexual manner, then you will want her and want her like you’ve never wanted anyone else.”

“So those pictures, did that to you?” Mom asked.

“Yes, and…”

“Joe found the one you had, why didn’t he want her?”

“Because…” He frowned, then shrugged, “Who says he didn’t?”

“Oh, please.” Mom waved her hand, “You want to have a sick fantasy fine, but don’t make it sound like everyone is like that. I have no desire to be with my son and he sure as hell doesn’t want me.”

“You never know, have you ever thought about it Ryan?”

“Can we get out of here?” I began to stand, “And seriously, stay the hell away from my sisters and my mother and me.”

“What about you, Vicky?” Uncle looked over to her, “Going to turn down thirty five grand? More than enough to save your house and Ryan’s school, get you out of that club?”

“The club seems less sleazy suddenly.” Mom said softly.

“Let’s go mom.” I prompted as I stood in front of the desk.

“Everything you need and for what? An hour, maybe a little more, with your son?”

“Shut up, you filth!” I yelled at him. “Mom, let’s get the hell out of here, now.”

“You’d really do that? All that money to watch me with your own nephew?”

“Yes.”

“Mom, we…”

“I assume you wouldn’t be looking for a sweet love making experience.”

“Mom!” I snapped grabbing her shoulder, “Why are you still talking?”

“You’re right. I want a show. I want hardcore.” Uncle leaned forward, his blue eyes brighter than ever. I want to hear you tell your son how bad you want to suck his cock, I want to…”

“Shut the fuck up!” I slammed my fist on the desk again, “I swear I will punch you in your goddamn mouth you don’t shut up!”

“Ryan, please calm down.” Mom put her hand over mine. “Sit down; no one is making anyone do anything.”

“Ryan your mother… look at her.” Uncle gestured with his hand, “You don’t think she’s beautiful?”

“She is, but not in that way.” I sighed sitting down.

“You see her like this, from behind, and you don’t know it’s her, you don’t say, ‘goddamn, look at that woman?”

I didn’t answer as at his words I recalled how mom looked on the street, the way traffic stopped for her and having the thought he had just uttered. My silence gave uncle momentum and he continued.

“You have, I see it in your face and that’s okay. But that is what I’m talking about! If you let yourself see her as a woman, not just your mom, but… never forgetting who she really is? There is nothing more desirable!” he turned back to mom, “Look at him, Vicky! He’s a good looking man, he’s not a child. Hell milf’s cougars… call them what you will, but women your age are tripping over themselves to have sex with guys his age…”

“But not their sons.” Mom cut in, “Or are you going to tell me I secretly want him?”

“I am going to tell you that no woman could ever love a son the way a mother can and no man will ever treat a woman as well as her son. A lover who sees you as his everything, his mom, his friend, his lover… the ultimate trust. He would do whatever you wanted exactly as you want it.”

“Whatever.” I muttered.

“Ryan think about it. Think about your mother performing all the dirty things you watch in the porns. Your mother on her knees for you, looking up at you, you over her, slipping inside her…”

“Stop.” Mom and I said simultaneously.

“If more mothers and sons let their guards down and thought about it, they would want it.” Uncle said, lowering his voice. “Think about what it means to you, Vicky. No worries, no stress, Ryan, the girls will have their mother back, you won’t be working so hard, so tired all the time, you can relax and enjoy.”

“What a waste of time.” I looked at mom, “Can we leave?”

“No one else would know, Vicky.” Uncle was speaking softly now as he fixed his gaze on mom. “You won’t tell, Ryan won’t tell. You can save your house Vicky, and all it would take is breaking some rule some zealot made up years ago,” he laughed, “Shit, read Genesis, the world was populated by incest at one point. They do it in Europe to this day like its nothing. Only here do we think…”

“Why do you keep talking to her?” I asked, “I keep telling you no.”

“Because it’s her decision.” Uncle explained, “If she says yes, you have no choice.”

“Bullshit, even if she did, I…”

“I think your mother could be very persuasive, Ryan and I think… you wouldn’t mind.” He pursed his lips in thought, “A little seduction would be even hotter.”

“Ugh.” I gave up and resting my head on my hand, stared down at the floor.