But the more he thought about it, the more he realized that his mom's reaction and mindset would probably be something like this: My son and I drank some wine and got a little intoxicated; he's sixteen and at the full height of his "vigor"; he writes and reads erotica, and he stays "turned on" a lot; he's obsessed with it-- probably too much. When he got up and went to the kitchen, his mom was at the stove. "The obsession I have with writing about incest, or the obsession I have with you? His mom's bedroom was down the hall from his; the bathroom was located beyond his room.
I don't care what happens, what the consequences are. He sat in a chair opposite her and waited for her to open the conversation. She was silent for a moment, and then she said: "Do you believe or think that incest is wrong? She finally said: "I don't want to get into a psychological or historical discussion about it, honey. All the theories and the opinionsranging from it will cause birth defects, to it will result in in-bred abnormalities and all that--have been shown to be essentially incorrect. Some consider it wrong; some consider it all right. He saw her take another hesitating step and look into his room.
" "Read it for yourself," Mack said, handing her the letter. "I knew you wrote and submitted things but I never thought that anything..." She stopped short, not wanting to give him the impression that she doubted in any way his writing ability. He wanted to fuck his mom so much he couldn't stand it.
He felt her poking breasts, and his cock immediately began stiffening, growing hard.
Although she was thirty-five, she looked as if she were in her twenties.
She scanned the letter, her eyes widening as she read it. She was in her mid-thirties, with long sandy-blonde hair, deep gray eyes, a fair complexion, and full pink lips. She worked out and belonged to a health club where she exercised a number of times a week.
He hugged her tightly, pressing his chest upon hers.