Sitting up on the bed, I put the remote down and reaching into my nightstand pulled out the best toy I'd ever bought. It was a long rubber coated vibrator that had a second attachment that pressed against my clit.

The vibrator rotated and I could control the speeds with the remote. Looking at the case at my feet I didn't press play right away, but teased myself a little more with letting my mind wander.

What could a mother do in real life that would make a normal son desire her? No matter what she looked like we were conditioned to not have that attraction. Perhaps it was not...