Son discovers mom is a hooker

ooc: no don't know what happened there.

ic:

"I don't fucking think so mister now get out who do you think you are?" Susan yelled in anger. She couldn't believe what her own son was saying and doing
 
OOC no probs - maybe edit out the duplicate to maintain continuity ?


Ian grasped her shoulders "Hasn't it sunk in yet mom ? I have been in love with you for ages. Even if it is never to be repeated just let me feel myself inside you for one last time so that I can remember today as the greatest day in my life. I promise to adapt to it never happening again but at least let ME think of today as wonderful !"
 
Susan blinked, " I can't fucking believe this...."

She looked at him, "You already were...inside me...that should be good enough now please leave so I can take my shower."
 
"But when I was doing it to you before we were both in character - I want to experience the feeling of it with us both knowing it is me and you.

Ian pulled the lower portion of her gown open.

"I won't look without your permission,mom, but down there is what, for me, is the most beautiful and special thing in the world.

He kissed her cheek

"Please believe that this has all happened through my love for you."
 
she stepped away from him and closed her robe.

"Ian it's WRONG!!!! Why can't you see that?" Susan sighed sitting on the toliet
 
"Some people would say that being a prostitute is wrong. Very Very wrong. Have you thought of that ?" Ian retorted. "Do you realise what an emotional dent that is for me. Today I found out that my mother is a hooker - a whore - a prostitute. I can't threaten you with telling people because the shame would be just as bad for me."

Susan was relieved that she wasn't going to blackmailed.

"For that reason if no other, don't you think I deserve a bit of what I want ?"
 
"I had to do something to keep you in school and fed and clothed" Susan hissed.

"Ian just please let me take my shower in peace we will talk about ti later" she pleaded
 
"Explain it to me while my cock is in your pussy,mom. Maybe that will help me understand. Maybe that will help me come to terms with the shock it would be of any lad my age to discover his mom is on the game."

He was making the most of this point and Suzy was starting to feel guilty.
 
"Your crude remarks aren't helping your cause Ian" Susan sighed, "If you think it's a turn on you're wrong."

"Don't you understand that I can't help not wanting to give you what you want, you're my son and it sickens me to think that I already though unknowingly have slept with you." She looked up at him, "I just want to take a shower in peace."
 
"I'm not trying to turn you on. I can see you will never feel the same way about me as I feel about you. I'm asking for a favour. I am asking you to let me get some things off my chest and tell you what I am thinking. Theres a few questions I want to ask - and once I have your answers we can maybe get on with life as before - but those questions and answers will only work if we do them while we are having sex."

It didnt look as though he was going to give up ! <s>
 
Susan laughed, "Give me a break, you can't have a coherent conversation or anything during sex!"

Susan shook her head, "I'm not stupid Ian, I know that whatever you need to talk with me about I don't have to beletting you fuck me to do it."
 
"If it was passionate lovemaking, of course you'd be right,mom - but like I said, I don't expect you to get hot or anything."

At least that much had sunk into his thick skull, thought Susan.

"But as for your other point, the questions I'm going to ask you are going to be about your pussy, that's why it's important to me to be inside it when we talk."
 
Susan looked at him disgusted.

"Is that supposed to make it okay, you think I want to discuss my private parts with you?" She stood up and started to push hm out the door,"Go to your room Ian you've gotten more than enough more than you ever should of."
 
Ian now brought into play what might prove to be a trump card. At least, so he hoped. In drama classes two years earler he had been taught to feign tears and he had never forgotten the technique.

He whimpered "Hardly PRIVATE given the job you do,mommy - I don't know if I can cope with that knowledge unless we have a talk with the two of us naked and....."

He deliberately left the sentence unfinished.
 
Susan laughed humorlessly seeing right through him, "If you need to cope by being naked with an older woman go hire another hooker." she asid pushing him out the door and closing it and finally sliping into her awaiting shower.
 
Ian waited the fifteen minutes or so it took for his mom to shower. As he heard what sounded like her getting ready to emerge from the bathroom, he quickly poised himself in a prepared position - sat on the floor, back up against the bathroom door - and he started to sob.

Susan opened the door and looked down to see her tearful son.
 
"Cut it out I know about your drama class" Susan said going to grab some clothes.

"You realize how painful it would be for me emotionally and phsyically if I let you have your way?"
 
"If we leave it like this and I fell under a bus tomorrow, you'd feel awful knowing you said 'no' to the last thing I ever asked you for !"

Ian's attempts to work a guilt-trip were the best chance of making Susan cave in. She again opened her gown "5-4-3-2-1" she sadi swiftly, "Now you saw everything there. Let's put this behind us"

"I need to talk about what I saw" stressed Ian "and you-know-what while we're talking"
 
"I would not feel awful about saying no to having sex with my son and will you cut it out with this I need to fuck you to talk to you shit." Susan said getting angrier by the minute.

"Even if I did give in to you I would just be laying htere not moving tyring to block it out you really think you could enjoy that?"
 
"It isn't even a case of enjoying it anymore,mom. More like something that I feel I need to get out of my system. Believe me, it will be better for our relationship in the future as I won't have the pent-up curiosities any more"

Funnily, although he would not dare admit it, the thought of his motionless mom turned him on extremely strongly.
 
Susan stared at him disgusted and fed up, "You aren't going to give up on this you sick little pervert are you you are worse then any of my johns."

She went back into her bathroom grabbed some pills and walked back out.
 
Ian thought he recognised the pills as sleeping tablets but he couldn't be sure. Raping Susan in her sleep was one of his fantasies which he was maybe going to try on another day but right now he really felt he needed that chat-while-we-shag sensation.

He waited for his mother's next move. Or words.
 
Susan smiled at him with fake sweetness and popped four of the pills into her mouth swallowing them.

then without a word she walked downstairs into the kitchen
 
Ian followed her. What was she up to ?

"Mom - please don't call me a pervert. You admitted before that other men have had fantasies about their mothers. The Oedipus complex is centuries old. Cant you....cant we just think of the final session I am asking for as a sort of therapy ?"
 
"Find me a therapist that hasn't had his liscence revoked that thinks that actually havnig sex with your mother is good therapy and as for my clients it's only a fantasy with them nothing more" She said pulling a bottle of wine from the fridge.
 
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