Mom Discovers The Web Sites Her Boy Has Been Visiting

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Joanna Ashley had only intended to type a quick email on her son's PC after a daytime television advert offering some sort of prize draw competition.

When she clicked to send the email, she somehow opened the browser page and then her son, Keith's favourites list.

Apart from some music and MP3 links she was shocked to see that they were mostly incest oriented - more specifically of the mother-son sub-variety.

Initially startled, she decided that she would have to discuss this with him when he got home from school and that she would do her best to avoid being angry.
 
Joanna went down stairs after printing up some evidence and waited for him. "I can't believe he visits these things and so like a male to want to have a woman under his total control" she rolled her eyes
 
As she read the material in more detail she began to realise that her domination-suspicions were in some parts mis-placed. The webpages varied from a distateful rape page to psycho-analysis of the Oedipus complex.

Mostly however they were of the ilk of In Praise Of Older Women - although Joanna chuckled to herself that her son could be so naive as to think that some of the young models pictured could be the mommies that the text suggested them to be.

Whilst still shocked at what was clearly Keith's favourite fantasy - she was also amazed that so many other people on the world wide web seemed to share that particular kink.
 
Keith

"Hey mom? I'm home and Billy is here too." Keith yelled as he and his best friend bounced through the front door on the last day of school.
 
Sorry I butted in

I'm sorry about that DannyBoyUK. I'm new to this. Saw this story buried, and thought I understood you were waiting for "Keith" to show up. Please resume as I bow out.
 
As JoAnne waited her mind drifted back to the images and words she saw on the computer screen. They danced around in her mind; the picture of the mature dark-haired lady with a big prick in her mouth, the words "MOTHER SUCKS HER SON" across the bottom, the titles "Cock hungry mums" "Horny for mother" and the like kept sneaking up on her. She looked over at the screen - she left it on to see his reaction - the words hit her eyes "Incest Files" in bold red, her pussy twitched involuntarily.

Suddenly, as she fouht at the sexual impulse, an image of her son Keith masturbating at his computer crossed her mind, stunning her. Her mind went with it, wondering what he would be thinking of while he did it.

Lost in thought, she was a bit startled when Keith walked in, she hadn't heard him coming. His face was red as he glanced back and forth from his mother to the computer screen.

"Care to explain?" She asked
 
"It was.....it was.....er .....a project we were doing at school."

Hardly likely to be believed but he had not had much time to think up an excuse. Nevertheless, he went on to try and elaborate. He wasnt sure to try to say it was part of a psychology course or part of the classical studies curiculum. He went for the latter.

"We had to pick one of the ancient Greek or Roman myths and show that even though the language may be dead, that it still has a relevance to modern society."

Actually, the excuse was sounding better. So he thought. So he hoped.
 
"What does that," I said pointing at the computer, "have to do with Roman or Greek mythology young man."

Look at him, I thought, he's so embarassed. Mythology my ass. I had to explain how wrong this was.

"Well, speak up or the computer goes." I knew this threat would scare him. I waited.
 
"I did a Yahoo search for OEDIPUS and one link led to another" said Keith digging himself a deeper pit.

"I think I had better go, Mrs Ashley" said Billy, scooting down the stairs and out the house, leaving mother and son alone to carry on the debate.
 
"Oedopis?" I shouted, "What is that, and what does it have to do with that?"

She vaguely remembered the name from a literature course she had taken on the mystery genre. What kind of game is he playing?

"This better be good," her voice was lowered now. "You're going to need a good explanation for this."
 
"Oedipus was a Greek guy, mom. He was kidnapped or something as a baby and this religious prophet predicted that he would kill his dad and marry his mom. Years later it all came true even though he didnt realise until he and his mom - who was called Jocasta - were married with kids."

Joanna listened intently. It rang a bell from something she had once heard on the radio.

"And, mom, shrinks today reckon a lot of problems men have is down to them wanting to be like Oedipus and marry their moms."
 
What was he saying. All men want to marry their mothers? She wondered if that's what he thought of - the image of him masturbating flashed through her mind. What if she were the object of his desires. Immpossible. The erotic images began to dance again.

Trying to shake them off she said, "Prove it, show me your research. If it's all true then maybe I'll allow it, but if you're hiding something I'll know it."

She could see the screen out of the corner of her eyes, she wanted to look at them again. But she wanted to control what she thought might be harmful to him. The images danced and swirled in her minds eye. She wished they would go away, but she couldn't stop them. What is happening to me, she thought.
 
"I gave the assignment in at school today" lied Keith "it was all on a floppy drive not the hard disc so I can't show you at the moment"

If his charade was going to work, he was going to have to spend the whole night sitting up typing something to show her later.

But in the here and now she was glaring at him and sporting an I-dont-believe-you expression.

"You must have heard of the Austrian psychiatrist, mom - his name was Freud - he said that for men to have such thoughts was quite normal......and from what I saw on the internet pages there must be thousands of people out there with those kind of thoughts"

On the subject of thoughts, top of his own thought list was a prayer that she wasnt going to ask him if HE ever had those sort of things in his mind.
 
"Thousands, huh?" Joanne said to her son. What about you, she thought. Out loud she said, "Show me these thousands, and I better see a report tomorrow."

She couldn't believe what she just said. Was she going to watch porn with her son? Incest related porn at that? I'm just a concerned mother, she told herself. The images danced in the back of her mind.

Joanne got up from her chair. "Come on, show me what you've been doing." She walked over to his computer. The brunette still on the screen with her son's cock in her mouth.

What am I doing Joanne thought.



OOC: i'M MASTURBATING TO YOUR THREAD where you coax your mom into cuddling to help you studyu. I'm anxious to finish reading it, then I've got to run but will be back later or early tomorrow.
 
OOC
I do hope you can come back later - especially in the school play thread !
 
"The one thing you cant always know is which of these are really related to each other and which are just models" he told his mother patiently.

It was strange that he could be explaining it all so blandly given the controversial nature of the website.

"It is divided into different sections - picture gallery is the busiest, confession page is fairly busy as well, chat room can be quite funny - do you want to log on with me to the chat room so I can show you what it's about ? I'll even participate, to trigger some reaction. We could have a good laugh."

Humour might be better than his mom getting into a rage....
 
"You just do whatever, I still don't see what this has to do with school." I pull a chair over and sit by the side of the computer table, three feet from you. Not wanting to be close to you because of the dancing images in my mind, to sit close would seem too incestuous the way my mind was working.

I just want to see a little, I tell myself, tomorrow I'm putting some kind of parental lock on his computer. Oh, if only these images would leave me alone, I just want to see a little more than I'm going to bed to relieve this pent up tension. What is happening to me, I should feel revolted not turned-on, but those images....

You take a seat in front of the computer.
 
Keith logged onto the chatroom and turned his face to Joanna:

"We'll log on as a female name - it generally attracts more attention."

And then he typed in "Joanna_mom_4_son"

"Dont worry mom, they cant trace it back to here.!"

And then the PMs started to pop up in their seperate windows:

HI MOM - WANNA PLAY ?
JOANNA - SUCK SOME YOUNG DICK WITH ME
TELL ME ABOUT YOUR SON - DO YOU AND HE FUCK ?
CALL ME FOR FUN
I WANNA PLAY WITH MY MOM - BE HER


"Which shall we answer to ?" giggled Keith.
 
Joanne was stunned as the PM's popped up. The images shot to the front of her mind; the pics, her son wanking off, all these young boys now - saying those things to her - she thought of them all. But this wasn't right, proper ladies shouldn't feel this way. She had to put a stop to this.

"That's enough, son." she tried to sound forceful but didn't. She tried to stand but halfway up her week knees buckled and sent her thumping back down on the chair. Her cheeks were flushed.

"Maybe we should stop." she said not being able to look away from the messages. She wanted something she knew she shouldn't have - but the dancing images yearned to be fed.

"This isn't right son." she said trying to sound convincing.
 
Keith chose the one "TELL ME ABOUT YOUR SON DO YOU AND HE FUCK"


"What shall we say back ? Shall we mess with him and type in yes ?"

It was only fantasy-chat but it was a bit near the knuckle, a bit close to home.....but he was already typing it - and then he entered it !

The reply came back fast "DOES HE LIKE YOUR SEXY PUSSY ?"


"What shall I say, mom - you decide. Tell me what to type back."
 
This was getting out of hand, but maybe having a little fun would lighten the situation.

"OK," she chuckled, "let's mess with their minds."

Just a little fun, besides Joanne was becoming intrigued. "Ummm, how about telling him licking it is your reward for masturbating for me."

Joanne couldn't believe herself, yet she was growing comfortable.



OOC: I'll be on and off for awhile.
 
He typed (as the onscreen Joanna)

I LET HIM LICK IT IN RETURN FOR HIM LETTING ME WATCH HIM WANK

"Bit naughty mom - but I bet it gets him wild wherever in the world he is"

ARE YOU NAKED NOW ? came the reply on the monitor

"Well,mom, Joanna - are you naked ?" giggled Keith
 
Joanne was becoming more and more comfortable. This was exciting. She wondered what the young man looked like. "Go ahead," she heard herself say, "tell him I'm naked."

The anonimity of this new world pleased her. She made a conscious deciscion to return when she had privacy.
 
If only it were true, thought Keith, if only.


YES he typed


DESCRIBE YOUR CUNT FOR ME

"How rude, don't you think, mom ?"

Joanna nodded

"Well, mom, you can probably describe it better than me - what shall I type next ?"
 
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