11-24-2025, 07:40 PM
Chapter 1
I'm 49 years old and my son is 17. My boyfriend at the time used a faulty condom and didn't want to take responsibility. So I had to raise my son alone. Victor is the best son a mother could wish for. Athletic, handsome, and intelligent. He and I have always been best friends.
Between raising my children and working, I never found time for dating, but I'm not lying when I say I long for the company of a good man. After Victor graduated high school with honors, he received a scholarship to a great college.
I was very proud of him, but it made me sad that it was on the other side of the state. I had also thought about moving there to be closer to him, but decided he was ready to leave the nest. As sad as that made me, I was still proud of him. We talked and texted all the time, and it didn't feel much different than when he was still living with me. It was like he was still there.
Then COVID hit a few months after Victor's first year of university, and schools everywhere closed, and students cleared out their dorms, and Victor was no exception. He moved back in with me, and it was like old times. We spent a lot of time together, watched movies, went to the mall, and did home workouts together since our gym was closed for a while because of the pandemic.
It was like old times.
When Covid subsided, Victor's school reopened about a year after it had closed. He was given the opportunity to return to school in person, but when he learned that the school board was somewhat skeptical about a full campus again and that the virus might return, they set up an online course that allowed people to learn from home. I was surprised when Victor said he wanted to stay and that he missed home, but I was happy nonetheless.
He continued his studies and took a part-time job that allowed him to fit his schedule. There were days when we saw each other more often than others. Sometimes we only saw each other in the mornings, or only in the evenings, mainly because his schedule required him to get up early for classes or work, depending on his shift, class time, or whether he was focusing on homework. My schedule never changes.
That's how it's been for the last three years. It's been great. My son graduates in a few months and has a good job lined up that will pay more than enough for him to finally move out, but at least he'll still be nearby. I remember the promise he made to me last Christmas.
The best gift I could have wished for.
I never thought anything could tear us apart.
Now I'm not so sure anymore.
He and I always enjoyed talking about sexual matters in a relaxed and open way. When he was younger, I comforted him, but as he got older and more mature, I gradually withdrew.
I always told him to treat every girl and boy—I love him no matter what—with respect, that no means no, and that safety comes first. He promised to keep that promise, and I never saw him behave in a way that suggested he'd broken it. Sure, I walked past his room a few times and could hear him breathing heavily and his moans coming from him and his computer.
It doesn't bother me at all. We're all human and have needs. I masturbate myself from time to time. There's nothing shameful about admitting that. We all have needs. I also silently vowed to myself that I would respect Victor's privacy if he had any secret preferences, fetishes, or role-playing fantasies he didn't want me to know about. I haven't broken my promise.
Until recently, when I saw what I saw.
Victor had one of those rare Fridays when he only had one lecture, which ended early in the morning at nine, and he didn't have to work. This allowed him to finish all his homework by the afternoon. He took the opportunity to go out for lunch with some friends from work and to see a movie.
I think they went to the burger joint with the car stands and then watched Dune Part 2. He showed me Part 1, and I was blown away. The visuals, the music, the acting, and Jason Momoa! Hubba Hubba! I want to see Part 2, but I can wait until it's available to stream. I didn't want to spoil Victor's fun with his friends.
After dinner, I decided to do laundry early this weekend. I got the laundry basket from my room and decided to take Victor's laundry too. I went into his room and over to his laundry basket, which was on the floor next to his desk where his computer was. He uses it for school and for playing games. I reached for the basket when I stubbed my toe on the corner of the desk. I had to drop the basket and grab hold of the desk for support.
The entire tabletop shook, my son's mouse moved slightly, and the screen switched on. After the pain in my toe subsided, I looked at the computer, and what I saw shocked me.
It was an internet forum. At first I thought it might be for school and for playing games, but then I looked at the topics and saw what it was really about.
Incest. And Victor had it on a website that dealt with mother-son relationships.
He was in a chat where they had confessed their deepest desires. One of the posts was highlighted, which told me Victor had written it, and he was replying to a comment. What he said took my breath away.
"I want to sleep with my mother. All the girls I saw in college couldn't get close to her. I know she feels lonely sometimes, which maybe wouldn't happen if she were alone with me and didn't have a man in her life. I want to be that man. She's the best mother ever, and I want to reciprocate that through a romantic and sexual relationship with her."
"But who am I trying to fool? She would never actually dare."
When I read that, I almost lost it again. I grabbed all the laundry and left the room. I processed what I had read over and over. I couldn't believe what my son had said about me. I put on a friendly face when he came home. He told me how much he had loved the movie and couldn't wait to show it to me. After that, he decided to go to bed. I had hoped his screen had gone off again, and I assumed it had, because he didn't mention it to me for the rest of the evening.
Later, when we were both in our rooms, I just lay there staring at the ceiling. I was shocked, to say the least, and equally bewildered. I've heard of incest, of course, but the thought that my son actually had those feelings for me made me shudder. How could he like something like that? It's sick and against the law! I can't believe anyone would admit to something like that, not even online. I'm sure my son isn't stupid enough to reveal his real name or where he lives, which would give away anything personal. I suppose he doesn't reveal anything personal about me either.
But still, the thought of him talking about it makes my stomach churn and sends shivers down my spine.
What should I do? I kept asking myself. I knew I couldn't answer the question myself, and I certainly wouldn't tell my sisters, friends, or relatives. So I was left with only one option:
The Internet.
I grabbed my laptop, which was lying on the floor next to my bed. I opened an incognito window and googled things like "I think my son wants to have sex with me" or "My son is into incest" and found
Many different websites and forums. Whether it was true or not, I read several posts from other mothers like myself who were asked to write down what they were going through in order to get advice.
What do you think I should do? I can't just forget that my son has these feelings for me, and I don't want to lose him either
I'm 49 years old and my son is 17. My boyfriend at the time used a faulty condom and didn't want to take responsibility. So I had to raise my son alone. Victor is the best son a mother could wish for. Athletic, handsome, and intelligent. He and I have always been best friends.
Between raising my children and working, I never found time for dating, but I'm not lying when I say I long for the company of a good man. After Victor graduated high school with honors, he received a scholarship to a great college.
I was very proud of him, but it made me sad that it was on the other side of the state. I had also thought about moving there to be closer to him, but decided he was ready to leave the nest. As sad as that made me, I was still proud of him. We talked and texted all the time, and it didn't feel much different than when he was still living with me. It was like he was still there.
Then COVID hit a few months after Victor's first year of university, and schools everywhere closed, and students cleared out their dorms, and Victor was no exception. He moved back in with me, and it was like old times. We spent a lot of time together, watched movies, went to the mall, and did home workouts together since our gym was closed for a while because of the pandemic.
It was like old times.
When Covid subsided, Victor's school reopened about a year after it had closed. He was given the opportunity to return to school in person, but when he learned that the school board was somewhat skeptical about a full campus again and that the virus might return, they set up an online course that allowed people to learn from home. I was surprised when Victor said he wanted to stay and that he missed home, but I was happy nonetheless.
He continued his studies and took a part-time job that allowed him to fit his schedule. There were days when we saw each other more often than others. Sometimes we only saw each other in the mornings, or only in the evenings, mainly because his schedule required him to get up early for classes or work, depending on his shift, class time, or whether he was focusing on homework. My schedule never changes.
That's how it's been for the last three years. It's been great. My son graduates in a few months and has a good job lined up that will pay more than enough for him to finally move out, but at least he'll still be nearby. I remember the promise he made to me last Christmas.
The best gift I could have wished for.
I never thought anything could tear us apart.
Now I'm not so sure anymore.
He and I always enjoyed talking about sexual matters in a relaxed and open way. When he was younger, I comforted him, but as he got older and more mature, I gradually withdrew.
I always told him to treat every girl and boy—I love him no matter what—with respect, that no means no, and that safety comes first. He promised to keep that promise, and I never saw him behave in a way that suggested he'd broken it. Sure, I walked past his room a few times and could hear him breathing heavily and his moans coming from him and his computer.
It doesn't bother me at all. We're all human and have needs. I masturbate myself from time to time. There's nothing shameful about admitting that. We all have needs. I also silently vowed to myself that I would respect Victor's privacy if he had any secret preferences, fetishes, or role-playing fantasies he didn't want me to know about. I haven't broken my promise.
Until recently, when I saw what I saw.
Victor had one of those rare Fridays when he only had one lecture, which ended early in the morning at nine, and he didn't have to work. This allowed him to finish all his homework by the afternoon. He took the opportunity to go out for lunch with some friends from work and to see a movie.
I think they went to the burger joint with the car stands and then watched Dune Part 2. He showed me Part 1, and I was blown away. The visuals, the music, the acting, and Jason Momoa! Hubba Hubba! I want to see Part 2, but I can wait until it's available to stream. I didn't want to spoil Victor's fun with his friends.
After dinner, I decided to do laundry early this weekend. I got the laundry basket from my room and decided to take Victor's laundry too. I went into his room and over to his laundry basket, which was on the floor next to his desk where his computer was. He uses it for school and for playing games. I reached for the basket when I stubbed my toe on the corner of the desk. I had to drop the basket and grab hold of the desk for support.
The entire tabletop shook, my son's mouse moved slightly, and the screen switched on. After the pain in my toe subsided, I looked at the computer, and what I saw shocked me.
It was an internet forum. At first I thought it might be for school and for playing games, but then I looked at the topics and saw what it was really about.
Incest. And Victor had it on a website that dealt with mother-son relationships.
He was in a chat where they had confessed their deepest desires. One of the posts was highlighted, which told me Victor had written it, and he was replying to a comment. What he said took my breath away.
"I want to sleep with my mother. All the girls I saw in college couldn't get close to her. I know she feels lonely sometimes, which maybe wouldn't happen if she were alone with me and didn't have a man in her life. I want to be that man. She's the best mother ever, and I want to reciprocate that through a romantic and sexual relationship with her."
"But who am I trying to fool? She would never actually dare."
When I read that, I almost lost it again. I grabbed all the laundry and left the room. I processed what I had read over and over. I couldn't believe what my son had said about me. I put on a friendly face when he came home. He told me how much he had loved the movie and couldn't wait to show it to me. After that, he decided to go to bed. I had hoped his screen had gone off again, and I assumed it had, because he didn't mention it to me for the rest of the evening.
Later, when we were both in our rooms, I just lay there staring at the ceiling. I was shocked, to say the least, and equally bewildered. I've heard of incest, of course, but the thought that my son actually had those feelings for me made me shudder. How could he like something like that? It's sick and against the law! I can't believe anyone would admit to something like that, not even online. I'm sure my son isn't stupid enough to reveal his real name or where he lives, which would give away anything personal. I suppose he doesn't reveal anything personal about me either.
But still, the thought of him talking about it makes my stomach churn and sends shivers down my spine.
What should I do? I kept asking myself. I knew I couldn't answer the question myself, and I certainly wouldn't tell my sisters, friends, or relatives. So I was left with only one option:
The Internet.
I grabbed my laptop, which was lying on the floor next to my bed. I opened an incognito window and googled things like "I think my son wants to have sex with me" or "My son is into incest" and found
Many different websites and forums. Whether it was true or not, I read several posts from other mothers like myself who were asked to write down what they were going through in order to get advice.
What do you think I should do? I can't just forget that my son has these feelings for me, and I don't want to lose him either