SbG/Your mother invites you into her room to talk
From Create Your Own Story
Your mother could not hold back any longer. She had to do something to get you to stop, because she knew where it was headed. She knew that you were going to move beyond trying to catch glimpses of your sister to feeling her body. Once you started to touch her in an unbrotherly way, you were going to have sex with her, regardless of her acceptance.
Your mother walked into the living room where you were sitting and said, "Jonathon, come into my room so we can talk."
You knew she has been depressed, so you believed she needed someone to talk to. You said, "Sure, mom." After all the crap that bastard did to her, you had no problem talking to her.
You entered her room and she followed behind you. You hear her close the door behind her. You thought you heard her lock it, but couldn't be certain. She said, "Jonathon, sit down on my bed."
There was something odd in her voice, but you couldn't pinpoint what it was. You said, "OK, mom." You sat and waited for her to say something, which did not happen right away. You knew that whatever it was she wanted to say, it could not have been easy. You thought she might have been asked out on a date and she wanted to let you know first.
What she said was far from what you were expecting. You saw her fidget a little, then took a deep breath. She looked down at you and said, "I know you have been looking at your sister." You were about to say something to deny the allegation, but she cut you off. She said, "I understand you have desires, but your sister shouldn't be one of those desires. Do you understand, son?"
There was no sense in denying anything. You had been caught and she was calling you out on it. Your father would have denied everything, but you were not your father. You said, "I'm sorry, mom. I've tried not to look, but it is really hard to stop."
She said, "I know, son. I know you have been trying and I know it is hard. I am willing to help you." You want to say something, but can't find any words. Not that your mother gave you much time to speak. She added, "I know you don't think I can help you, but I can. I want you to hear me out before saying anything, OK?
You nodded and said, "Sure, mom." You had no idea what she had on her mind and you were willing to listen, unlike the bastard that would rather beat her.
Your mother took another deep breath, then said, "Turn your desires towards me. Instead of looking at your sister, you can look at me that way. I know you fantasize about being in an incestuous relationship with Jessie, so fantasize about being in one with me."
You wanted to let her finish, but you couldn't believe what she was saying. You ask, "Mom, are you saying what I think your saying?"
She nodded with a serious look on her face, then said, "Yes, son. I know there is no stopping your incest fantasy, but I can alter it. You can fulfill your fantasies with me. Isn't it better to have a willing mom, rather than try something with your sister?"
You understood exactly what she was saying and could not believe you could ever get this lucky. You looked up at her and said, "Yes, mom, it is."
She never broke her gaze and never showed any sign of embarrassment as she said, "There are only four rules. First, your sister is out of bounds until she is an adult. Second, you will never hit me or your sister. Third, no one can ever find out about. So no bragging to your brother or your friends. Fourth, this will only take place in my bedroom. Do you agree to the rules?"
You thought it over carefully before saying, "I agree to the rules, mom."
She smiled at you and said, "Good. Now just so you know, I am submissive, which means I want to be told what to do. So never ask me to do anything."
Your day could not have gone any better. Sure, you had to stop focusing on your sister, at least until she was an adult, but you could certainly deal with that. You decided you wanted to try out your submissive mother, so you said, "When we are in your bedroom, I want you to call me your son and I will call you mom."
She smiled at you as you gave her the first of many commands to come and said, "Yes, my son." Knowing that you are new to this hole thing, she added, "That way there is no doubt that I am with you, my son. Whatever you, my son, tell me to do, I know it is incest."
Do you continue to recall the events with your mother or do you invite your sister's siblings into the house?
You:
