Pam – The Book Club

My name is Pamela, and I NEVER thought about my son in a sexual way. That was, until, I learned that another woman I know was already screwing hers.

I’m a trophy wife, or at least I was, I’m 43 now (still younger than my husband at 59) and I look great for my age, unfortunately I took that for granted.. I discovered my wealthy husband was having an affair. We lived in a very upscale area of Connecticut, right next door to my older sister Doris and her family. Our husbands worked in the city (New York) together, and it was them who introduced me to my husband years ago, and got us into this exclusive community.

When I found out that my husband had a mistress in the city I went straight to her for support and encouragement to confront him, but alas, she did the opposite.. She told me not to do anything, and instead, let him do what he wants, but to do the same thing myself! She admitted that she had discovered her own husband, Greg, was having affairs years ago, and instead of blowing up her marriage about it, she just had her own.

Doris wouldn’t give any names, just that the man she was having an affair with was younger.. I’m 43 and she’s 47 so “younger” was quite a range. She argued that even though Greg (and my husband) were both cheating, they still obviously came home to us and were loving providers and fathers. These extramarital relationships were nothing more than additional sexual release, akin to simple masturbation. And that having an affair of my own would make me feel better, and actually save our marriage. She even informed me that she was aware of other women in our neighborhood that had other men come over when their husbands were gone too, leading me to believe this was more common than I’d thought.

I begged Doris for more information.. Who was her “other man”? Who were our other female neighbors cheating with? How did she keep it such a good secret? How did she get him in and out of the house without anyone knowing? And how did she find this guy!?! She was pretty tight lipped about the whole thing.. Which pissed me off. I was a good looking woman, and so was Doris, I had no doubt that guys would jump at the chance to have some noncommittal sex with her, and myself for that matter, but how do you find them?? It wasn’t like I could post anything on a dating site, too much risk of being recognized by someone. I thought of going old school and starting up conversations with cute guys at the store, but that just made me feel desperate and pathetic, plus I didn’t know what to say without coming off like a prostitute. I practically gave up on the whole idea, until one day I saw the answer I was looking for..

Our houses are all very large, and on large lots with mature landscaping that really provide a lot of privacy. But there are still going to be gaps between trees and shrubs… of course as decent people and neighbors we aren’t trying to spy on each other, so there’s never been an issue… but ever since Doris had put it in my mind that she had a secret lover, I found myself occasionally glancing over that way whenever I passed by a window. One day I was in my husband’s office, a room I rarely had a need to go in. Today I just happened to be there, putting things away, when I habitually glanced up, and looked out the windows… Something caught my eye, there was movement.. I looked up and saw it again, through a window in Doris’ house. I squinted and watched for a few minutes, then my eyes widened, it was someone having sex! I was sure of it! The unmistakable rhythmic motions of a flesh colored figure having sex! I couldn’t see perfectly at this distance, I needed to know! I shuffled through the cabinets in the office, my husband had a pair of binoculars somewhere that he never used.. Found them! I quickly adjusted them and scanned the far off windows for the image. I finally got them focused on the window in question and saw the side of a man, it was her son, my nephew, Curtis, toppless, no wait he was completely naked! And he was doing something.. He was having sex! There was a naked girl bent over in front of him. I could only see her backside, the rest was out of view of the window. His hands were on her hips, his eyes looking down, watching himself slide in and out of this bimbo. No doubt some ditzy cheerleader or something. Where was Doris? Was she out? Or just downstairs out of earshot of the hanky panky happening in her own home?! I watched for several minutes as the scene played itself out.. Who knows how long they’d been going at it before I saw them, but Curtis continued thrusting for another 10 minutes or so, eventually throwing his head back and humping rapidly into this poor girl as he obviously climaxed. I’m not going to act like secretly watching others wasn’t kind of hot, even if it was my nephew.. Curtis was an attractive young man, but mostly I rolled my eyes at this tacky display of teenage lust. Still I watched.. Waiting to see if I knew the girl, maybe she was from the neighborhood, someone who’s parents I may know. Curtis backed away, his loins spent.. His prick was still hard, I felt my crotch twinge a bit. The girl dipped out of view and Curtis crossed to the other side of the room, out of sight, reemerging with a pair of boxers on. The girl walked towards him, finally stepping into the picture. It was my sister Doris! His mother! Still naked, her heavy breasts swaying as she moved. She stopped in front of her son, they were talking, casually conversing as if one of the most forbidden acts imaginable hadn’t just occurred. She walked away again, reappearing in a white robe, she kissed him ON THE LIPS, not a long kiss but certainly not a motherly kiss either… then she walked out of the room, and Curtis dressed then left.

I lowered the binoculars, but still stood there, staring blankly out the window. The rest of the day I was in a daze, replaying what I’d seen.. So THAT was who she was having an affair with?! Her own son!? I really didn’t know what to think, I debated confronting her about it, demanding answers and some sort of explanation, but that was a conversation I wasn’t ready for.

That night at dinner, I sat at the table with my husband and son, Steven.. Did he know, I wondered? Steven and Curtis were cousins and best friends, did Steven know about Curtis and his mother?? If he did, surely Steven would’ve told me, or distanced himself from them. So he must not know right? That or Steven did know, but wasn’t bothered by it? But how could he not be?! If a friend tells you they’re having sex with one of their parents, any reasonable person would be disgusted! Wouldn’t they?! But then again, he’s a boy, and boys are different, especially when it comes to sex. Maybe boys aren’t turned off by the thought of incest, they’re always horny, right? So maybe a naked woman is still just a naked woman even if she is their mother!?… Does that mean Steven has looked at me in that way before? Does he secretly want to have sex with me?! I felt my crotch tingling again. I can honestly say that I’ve never wanted to have sex with my son before.. But I thought of my circumstances, wanting to have an affair of my own.. And that was the same situation Doris had been in, and she found her partner in her son, her handsome virile son, who slept just down the hall.. They were often alone together, a woman looking for excitement and gratification, and a young man at an age where nearly every thought in his head was sexual.. It seems like the two of them found a great solution…

I looked over at Steven eating.. Was he my solution?

I had more questions, and I needed answers. I feared speaking to Doris, she would likely become defensive about me knowing she’s having sex with her son. My best bet was to speak with Curtis. I saw him all the time, coming and going, he was a nice young man. He had a part time internship, but other than that it was summer so he was mostly at home or going out, either with friends or on dates. We spoke at family gatherings or dinners, we regularly passed each other near our driveways getting the mail or when either of us went for runs. This is when I’d get my chance.

That same week I “ran into him” and asked him to come over to help me get something down from a shelf in the office. Once there I pointed out how I could coincidentally see into some of the windows of his house, and sprung it on him that I’d seen him having sex with his mother.. You can imagine his reaction! Panic, embarrassment, fear!! He tried to deny it at first, but he realized that I really did already know, and switched from denial to pleading for secrecy! I demanded answers, threatening to speak to his mother directly, or even his father.. So he spilled the beans..

He said the affair had been going on for nearly 3 years! No one else knew, not even Steven. But what really surprised me was that he admitted he was the one who made the first move!! I was astonished! He said that for weeks prior, she had been saying things that gave him the impression she was flirting or even hitting on him. Things like walking around in more proactive clothing when his father wasn’t home, often just her underwear, or a robe that she’d “accidentally” let fall open. He chalked it up to some sort or midlife crisis, maybe she wanted to feel sexy again or something. But she’d do things like walk in on him changing or taking a shower (and his shower just had clear glass walls). She’d act like it was no big deal and talk to him normally even though he was trying to cover up as best he could.. Then she’d say things about how she thought he looked so handsome, and had a nice body. She made every indirect move she could.. Then one time she sat next to him on the couch watching a show in just a night gown of sorts.. she laid down putting her feet on his lap and asked for a little foot massage, but in doing so, her gown slid up past her waist exposing her bare cooch. She laid there watching the show, acting like she had no idea, but he couldn’t stop himself from looking at it. Finally she noticed and sat up saying “oops!” then seeing the bulge in his shorts, she reached out and touched it playfully and said “looks like I got you a little excited, sorry dear”, then she stood and walked away. He was in complete disbelief at what had happened. He stared at the concealed erection his mother had just touched, he felt his heart beating in it, and he stopped thinking straight. He stood and followed after her, stripping off his clothes along the way.. He followed her into her room. She turned and saw him naked, and acted surprised “oh my what’s this all about?” but she didn’t look away or scold him or move as he approached her, his penis hard in front of him. He doesn’t know what came over him, but he pushed her down onto the bed. He climbed on top of her, pushing her gown up, immediately noticing that her legs gently parted, welcoming him. Without hesitation he shoved himself inside and began rapidly driving into his mother’s wet twat. He admitted that the first time was a rather quick tryst, but he clearly remembered her panting “yes baby yes! Fuck me!”.. Any doubts he may have had were gone.. After that first time, whenever he would try to initiate sex she would deny him.. Sometimes only for a few minutes, other times for days or even weeks, then when she wanted, she would tell him to fuck her, or she would simply take off her clothes, or bend over, something to signal to him that he may now have her… he got the point that SHE was in charge of this sexual relationship.