I've always been a shy and quiet classmate. I find it very stressful to make friends with kids my age, and I've never even come close to asking a girl out. Without anyone to hang out with, I spend pretty much all my time at home.

I'm also an only child, so I'm only ever around my mom and dad. Despite only being in their late thirties, my parents have an old-fashioned sort of strictness. No dating until I turn eighteen and both my phone and computer are not allowed to have passwords.

About a month after my sixteenth birthday, I got caught jerking off.

It was a teacher-work day so I didn't have school. My parents had both left for work and I was watching porn with my new headphones in my bedroom. Credit to their superior noise-canceling, I did not hear my mother return home minutes after she'd left to grab her purse.

I guess she had to ask me something because she walked right up to my room. All of a sudden, I was staring at her with my cock in my hand and porn on my laptop. My face went bright red as I ripped the blanket over my nude lower half. Deep embarrassment washed over me as I struggled to say something.

Mom was frozen as well, face just as red as she looked back at me. She opened her mouth to speak before pausing and hurrying out the door.

She left just as quickly as she arrived, without so much as a word. I was panicked, my heart pounding in my chest.

Holy shit, how'd I just let that happen? Will she say something? I could be in so much trouble. On the one hand, my parents are strict to a fault. If anyone would ground their kid for jerking off, it would be them. On the other, that's insane. She probably just won't say anything.

All day I was dreading their arrival home. Dad got home first and didn't say anything. I hid in my room, avoiding Mom when she arrived. Eventually, I was called down for dinner. I did my best to act natural as we ate. It felt like there was an elephant in the room, but nothing came up. Seemingly in the clear, I attempted to forget that embarrassing moment ever happened.

The next night, I came downstairs to watch a movie. Mom was watching Netflix as usual at this hour. This time, however, she was wearing a cropped white tank top with no bra.

She invited me to watch with her. I was stunned, doing my best not to look as I sat down. She didn't usually wear such revealing clothing. I had never appreciated how perfectly big and perky her boobs were. Her nipples poked through the tight tank top and her exposed side boobs left little for the imagination.

Inside, I felt deeply conflicted and embarrassed with how much I wanted to keep looking.

“Do you mind if I get comfy?”

Mom lifted her legs and laid across the couch, with her back now against the armrest. As she stretched out, her feet landed square on my lap. I gritted my teeth, trying intently to play it cool and stomach the tension. It was too much. My cock began to grow against the feet on top of it.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

I slid away suddenly and stood up, praying she hadn’t noticed.

“Sorry! I forgot about some homework.” I hurried up to my room without letting her respond. The only way to cope was to pretend it didn’t happen.

The following day of school seemed to drag on forever. After finally making it home, I hurried inside to grab a snack and hop on Xbox. A basket of cleaned laundry greeted me at my bedroom door.

Ugh…I do not feel like folding clothes. Mom’s going to want this done before she gets home.

I turned some music on and began the mindless repetition. Halfway through, I was snapped back to reality when a black lace G-string appeared in the pile. It must’ve gotten mixed in somehow.

As I held my mother’s thong in hand, a familiar feeling of uncomfortable desire washed over me. I could see her instantly, bent over on the bed in a full set of lingerie.

Fuck. No, I cannot feel this way.  

I shut my eyes hard to suppress the fantasy, but I could still see her, posing seductively before me.

I hurried to stuff the thong in my drawer and picked up my controller. I had to do something to distract myself.

I hid in my room when my parents got home and played for hours. Only when it was dark out did I leave to finally get a shower. After I dried off, I went to get dressed. I had just begun to forget about my guilty conscious when I came across her thong again.

The fantasy came flooding back like a waterfall. I could so vividly see her tantalizing figure wrapped in lace and silk.

As my cock throbbed, I let lust takeover, pulling the G-string to my face and breathing in my mother’s sensual essence. It was intoxicating. I began stroking myself where I stood, sinking deeper into the forbidden taboo.

Mom shouted from downstairs. “Honey! Have you had dinner yet?”

I froze. “Y-Yeah! I had leftovers. Don’t worry!”

“Just checking,” she shouted back.

The guilt flooded back the moment I heard her voice.

What am I doing? This is my mom! Why the fuck do I feel this way? I’m disgusting.

I threw the thong onto the bed and got dressed. The internal battle continued on, as I wrestled to suppress these desires as deep as possible.

I can’t have these. I need to just put them back while Mom's downstairs.

I crept to my parents' bedroom and over to Mom's dresser. After quietly opening a few to see which was which, I found her underwear drawer. I gazed down on a rainbow of lace lingerie.

Jesus, does she wear a single pair of normal underwear?

I wanted to stuff my face in the pile.

No, stop. I'm putting these back. 

Suddenly, I heard Mom's footsteps coming upstairs. I panicked, stuffing her thong in the drawer and quickly pushed it closed. To my utter dismay, the drawer got stuck. I was out of time, and desperately thought of excuses as I stepped into the hallway. Mom saw me leave her room just as she got upstairs.

"What were you doing?"

"I borrowed your charger, I was just putting it back."

I quickly slipped into my bedroom, hoping she was satisfied with my excuse, and didn't notice her underwear drawer left ajar.

I couldn't sleep. At midnight, I was finally overwhelmed and reached for my laptop. I opened the browser and typed:

"Why am I attracted to my mom?"

A Quora post asking a similar question came up first. The first answer told me about the myth of Jocasta and then told me to talk to a therapist.

The second answer told me I was sick, and that I needed serious help. A wave of potent guilt washed over me. The last answer was from a guy with a Bane profile picture:

"Nothing. Nothing at all. It's okay to be attracted to her. She may even be attracted to you. It happens a lot more than society admits. It's even ok to have sex with your mother. As long as you don't force yourself on her in any way and it's all consensual, nothing [is] wrong with you. And [if] she's not giving you vibes, then keep low-key checking her out and masturbating to it. Who's hurt by that?"

I wasn't sure if I was more shocked by the answer or the fact that it had the most upvotes of the three. I knew in every way that it was wrong to feel this way, but I couldn't help but begin to get aroused once more. As blood rushed to my lap, I lost all inhibitions and opened another tab.

"Mom and son porn," I searched, pulling my cock out.

My gorgeous mother flooded my mind as I stroked, cummings harder than I ever had before. It was euphoric.

Moments later, post-nut clarity set in. The same sense of deep embarrassment and uncertainty took over my thoughts as I closed the laptop and cleaned myself up. I got in bed and shut my eyes hard, hoping to sleep away the regret.

The next day at school, I got an exam back that I had scored ninety-seven percent on. For a while, this good news kept Mom off my mind. This lasted until I got home and walked up to my bedroom. The laptop I had left closed on my desk was now open. It had been powered down, but it was still open.

Did I forget to close this? I swear to God I didn't forget to close this.

I started sweating as I turned it on. A sudden realization made my heart sink. I hadn't remembered to switch to incognito mode. I don't have a password, and Mom was the only one who'd been home all day.

Not only had I searched for incestuous porn, but I literally told Google that I was attracted to my mother. This was bad. There would be no reason for it to be open if she hadn't been using it.

After an hour or so, Dad got home from work. To my absolute dread, Mom called me to come downstairs not long after.

I found them in the kitchen with crossed arms, looking at me disappointedly. My worst fears had come true, and I braced for the single most awkward conversation of my entire life. Mom broke the silence first.

"What is this?" From her hand, she revealed a disposable vape. "This was in your room."

Despite the circumstances, a wave of relief washed over me. I had found it in my gym locker, left behind by someone in an earlier period. Everyone in the boy's bathroom was using them, so I decided to bring it home. It tasted disgusting, clearly empty and burnt. I had honestly forgotten it was in the back of my desk drawer.

I did my best remorseful look and told them exactly that, promising that I never wanted to try it again. This seemingly softened them a bit.

"Good. Your father and I are nonetheless very disappointed, and you will need to gain our trust again. In the meantime, all bedroom doors will stay open in this house."

While unhappy with this newfound lack of privacy, I was very aware of how much worse this could've been. I obediently accepted their punishment and went back upstairs. While I had made it out alive, now I knew for sure that Mom was at my desk.

What are the odds she had opened my laptop to look at anything other than the browsing history?

All I knew was that she hadn't mentioned it and prayed that meant she hadn't seen anything.  

The next morning was a Saturday, and I came downstairs around nine. My parents liked to sleep in on weekends and I was often up before them. Around nine-thirty Mom walked into the kitchen in her robe, as usual. I hadn't looked up from my phone as she entered the room. After a moment, I glanced up to discover that her typical white cotton robe was now entirely sheer, transparently draping over her hourglass body underneath. 

"Good morning, sweetie," she told me while facing away to make coffee. 

"G-good morning, Mom," I replied with a voice crack.

My cock grew in my shorts as I scooted in my chair to hide it under the kitchen table. I tried to stare down at my phone but couldn't help from peeking again. The robe flowed down her ass like a waterfall. 

Holy shit, is she seriously wearing the thong that I put back?

I couldn't begin to let myself consider the implications of this realization. I was hypnotized. Behind the sheer, I noticed that there weren't bra straps across her back. It took Dad’s approaching footsteps to snap me out of it.

He has to say something. There's no way it's normal for his wife to be dressing like this around her son.

He walked to the fridge without so much as a pause, grabbing water before he left for a run. I was dumbfounded.

Are you kidding? He's okay with this?

I just kept staring as she poured her cup, utterly entranced once more by her luscious ass. 

"Have you had breakfast yet, honey?" Her question broke the spell.

"Oh yeah, I was just about to make some cereal."  

Fuck, I should just go upstairs. But then she'll know that I couldn't stop myself from staring. I have to play it cool. 

I slipped my erection behind my waistband to conceal it as I walked over to grab the cheerios and milk. She was still making coffee with her back to me.

The cabinet with the bowls was directly in front of her. It seemed like a bad idea to get any closer and risk further arousal. I would've asked her to grab it for me, but she probably couldn't reach. 

"I'm just gonna grab a bowl," I told her, before carefully approaching from behind. 

She didn't really move out of the way, so I awkwardly reached around her to open the cabinet. 

"I can get it for you, sweetie," Mom said. 

Suddenly, she reached up for a bowl. She went on her tiptoes and leaned forward on the counter as she stretched for it. Her new posture instantly closed the distance between us.

Her perfect, supple ass pressed against my groin. I was utterly frozen by shock and arousal and physically unable to step away.

Mom's fingertips were mere centimeters from the bowl. She jumped to close the remaining distance but was unsuccessful. Her ass arched back, grinding into me as she landed. My cock was throbbing behind the thin basketball shorts. It stood vertically, now firmly enveloped by her cheeks. I felt her clenching around me. 

What the fuck, is she doing this on purpose?

"I've almost got it!" Mom jumped once more. 

Finally, her fingertips caught the bowl, and she was able to pull it down. She released her grip from around my cock and turned around, handing it to me. 

As Mom turned to face me, I became confronted by her gorgeous boobs. Her perky nipples stared back at me behind the barely opaque fabric. 

"Here you go, love." She placed the bowl in my hand. I was unable to utter a word as Mom picked up her coffee and walked back upstairs to her room. 

I stood there for a moment as my mind raced. My face was bright red, and my cock had slipped forward from behind my waistband. It pointed forward and up like I had stuffed a water bottle in my shorts. 

I spent the rest of the day hiding in my room, trying my hardest to distract myself from the stress and the conflicting desires I felt inside. Nothing worked. 

Why the fuck was she wearing that robe? She must have been testing to see if her son was actually into something as disgusting as incest. I certainly failed. Why couldn't I just step away? Why didn’t I just go upstairs? I was practically humping her.

I tried my hardest to imagine what a mother would do in this situation.

Will I have to get a psychiatrist or therapist? Will she send me to some juvenile correctional program? Has she told Dad yet? This is so fucking bad.

The anticipatory stress ate away at me. All I could do was hide. To my surprise, however, the next few days were relatively normal. Neither of my parents spoke a word of it. I had committed to not entertain any lustful thoughts towards my mother, even going so far as to avoid her in the mornings when she wore that robe.

I was even getting used to the open-door policy. Without jerking off, I didn't really have anything to hide. I did, however, find it interesting that my parents were being literal when they said 'all bedroom doors.' Their doors remained half-open as well.

A few days later, I was up late watching YouTube and decided to creep downstairs for a midnight snack. After I grabbed some chips, I tiptoed back up to my room. As I entered the second-floor hallway, I became aware of soft moans coming from within my parents' bedroom.

The image of them having sex flashed in my mind as I rapidly became erect. My objective self was screaming at me to ignore it and go back to bed. Every muscle in my body, however, desperately wanted to take a look. I couldn't stop myself.

As silently as possible, I snuck over to their door. My heart thumped in my chest as I peeked.

The foot of their bed faces the door. Dad was on his back and Mom was sitting on his face. She was facing me as she rode his mouth, moaning and rocking her hips on my father's mouth.

I slipped back out of view. While her eyes were closed now, she could've seen me at any moment. My nerves, however, became overpowered by the same incestuous desires I had tried so hard to avoid.

I looked again. She leaned forward, her boobs now pressing against Dad's stomach and her ass arched in the air. I had never been so turned on. She kissed his tip before glancing up and locking eyes with me.

I ducked behind the door as my face went bright red. Hiding there for a moment, I waited for her to shout my name in anger. It was eerily silent as if they had stopped simultaneously. I covered my mouth, my heart pounding through my chest. Seconds later, the moans and soft sucking resumed.

Fuck, did she not see me?

Once more, I felt with certainty that I needed to go back to my room. Once more, I was too drunk with lust to make the right decision. I pushed my luck, peaking a final time.

Her seductive eyes found mine instantly, piercing me while her lips slid lower down my father's cock. I became dizzy, literally hypnotized by her gaze and rhythmic sucking. I could not...