Mom Lets Son Have His Fantasy

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One mom has no idea what she should do after she discovered that her 18-year-old son was having sex with her sister-in-law. Originally, she thought that having her brother and his family come stay with them at their farm would be a nice change. Their families could bond, she reasoned. But perhaps her son and his aunt took that spirit a little too literally.
They own a house on a large farm, she explained on the r/relationship_advice forum, and because they'd all been working from home they thought "it would be a good chance to stay together as family and for my nieces to spend time on the farm," she explained.
As for the mom, she has three kids of her own: a 13-year-old daughter, a 16-year-old daughter, and a son who's 18 years old.
Like when they recently went grocery shopping together and he splintered off from his mom to go buy "gym supplements."
"I saw condoms in my son's plastic bag when we arrived at the house two packs with 36 condoms each so 72 in total (didn't think anything of it thought he had gotten a GF and wanted to be safe)," she wrote.
It seemed very "normal" until recently when the mom was baking in the house and realized that she never actually saw them run around the property.
"I asked about it and they said they decided to hit the road (I thought nothing of this everything seemed normal)," she continued. "My SIL and son seemed to have a very good bond."
She was coming home from a friend's house before the sun came up when she noticed there was a light on in a cabin that they have on the property.
"I thought maybe one of the employees had forgotten to lock up," she explained. "So I went to close the door and switch off the light as I got closer I heard people having sex and I took a [peek] and it was my son and SIL having sex. I didn't confront them I was so in shock."
Does she confront them? Does she tell her husband? Does she tell her brother?
"I've been doing a lot of thinking and I'm sure they have been having sex for a while from the condoms (my son was always at the house, never brought a GF), the morning runs around the farm (do they really go on a run or do they have sex?), the close relationship," she mused.
"I grew up on a farm and I'm just going to give you the advice no one here has yet -- hide the guns," one person advised. "Lock them up in a safe if you have one and put the key in a new place. No matter how you handle this it's gonna be bad."
"Tell husband first, then brother when son (and SIL + kids if possible) is out of the house," someone else suggested. "Come up with a plan with your husband to get them not living in your house anymore. Get a therapist for your son. No matter how 'consensual' this was, he's still young and this was a trusted family member who went after him. The months of lies alone will make him question his own integrity and could lead to issues.
"Lock up the weapons, not saying anything about your brother at all, but desperate people do desperate things," the person continued. "You never know how anyone involved will react. Hope for the best, plan for the worst."
"Tell your husband then sit down and talk to your son together, away from everyone else. Say, 'I know you and your aunt have been having sex. I need [you] to tell me what's going on,'" the person wrote. "Do not elaborate and do not tell him what or how you know. He will spill more information this way than if you give him details, because that means he can't lie as easily. Then get him and ALL of the kids out of the house before you talk to your brother."
In an update to her original post, she shared that she first went to her husband (who could barely believe it was true) and then her son, who'd seen her first post online and already knew that his mom knew about the illicit affair.
"He didn't deny anything, he confessed," she wrote. "He told us him and SIL have been having sex since February last year (he was 17 at the time). My son said it started on SIL's birthday party he attended they got drunk and had sex in a bathroom and they have been meeting at hotels ever since and sneaking off at family gatherings."
She wrote that her son told her the SIL initiated their first encounter and was the one setting up hotel rooms, buying him meals and giving him "an allowance."
He sent their son to stay in a condo they owned "in town as he didn't want to see him in front of him at this moment."
"When my son was gone my husband stormed into my brother's room and told my brother everything (SIL was not in the house at that moment)," she continued.
He demanded to know where his nephew was to "teach him a lesson," but the parents refused to tell him. Meanwhile, her SIL never returned -- which means her brother called her or her son tipped her off.
"In all the screaming and shouting my daughters heard everything and are devastated that their family might be ruined they miss their brother and are afraid my husband won't ever let him in the house again," she wrote. "My husband hates all forms of infidelity to the core and has always drilled this in our two eldest children that they must never cheat on anyone or be in a relationship with someone in a relationship."
He won't answer her calls or texts, and her husband advised her to give him space to "heal."
"My son has left the condo because he is afraid of what my brother will do to him and is now hiding at a friend's and he won't tell us which friend," she wrote. "No word on SIL."
It is probably best if her brother and his family leave the farm and allow them to work through things on their own, while she and her husband work together to get her son into therapy. Hopefully he can both get the support he needs but also realize that his actions have MAJOR consequences.
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“Your turn, Mom.” He said and smiled from ear to ear.
How in the world did I get myself into this? It started off as a playful dare. I mean, after all, we were both outside in our bathing suits. It was warm out, and we were in the privacy of our own backyard. Still, how did all that come to this somewhat perverted entanglement?
My son had just completed his part of the dare. He had peed in his swimming trunks right in front of me. I really did not think he would do it. Perhaps he didn’t think he would do it either. Still, he did, and he was now looking at me to complete the same act in front of him.
“Wow, honey,” I said with a nervous giggle looking at the pool of pee now at my son’s feet. “That was a lot.” I was trying to do anything to avoid the fact that is was now my turn.
“Your turn, mom,” he said with a grin.
I sat up straighter. I was either going to try to do this or get up to flee. I was not sure which, but the smart money was on the latter. My son, on the other hand, took this as my getting into position too, well, you know. He was now grinning more than ever. Shit. He was really getting into this. Ewwww! This was getting more than just a little creepy with him seeming being so into this.
“This is going to be awesome!” my son said, fully expecting to see me pee.
Great I thought. He really wants this. And shit. He is really going to hate me if I decide to not do this for him. Crushed, in fact. Especially now since he accepted and performed my dare. What kind of a lesson would I be setting if I backed out now? Shit, think, think! What should I do? I was also really, really trying to not look at his shorts that was not doing a very good job of hiding this erection that he claimed as from having to pee.
And then it came to me. Stage fright. That’s it! I can fake stage fright. Just like I teased him of having when he seemed to be struggling to pee. Okay, okay, I tell myself. That should work. I mean, it’s not like I’m refusing to perform my end of the dare. It will be more like, hey kid, I tried but I could not.
Good. I started to feel more confident. I didn’t like telling lies. But then again, I think I would not like having to tell the counselor someday that I peed in front of my son on a dare.
“Okay, honey,” I said with a smile with my new found confidence. At least I will fail in a playful way in front of him. I sat up on the foot of the lawn chair in as dignified pose as I could. And for that matter, I mean really. How does one strike a dignified peeing pose? Hell if I know. But I gave my best effect and sat with my back straight and my knees together.
“Hey, no fair,” my son said in protest.
“What, honey?” I said, adding a giggle to my playful voice.
“I can’t see anything with your legs closed like that. That’s no fair.”
“Oh, honey,” I said in my best prim and proper voice. “Ladies always sit and pee with their knees together.”
“Oh, mom,” he said with some genuine disappointment. “Can you open them just a little? Please?”
“Honey no,” I said with a stern mommy knows best voice. “Mommies does not spread their legs.”
“But I want to see. Please,” he said again, not backing off this one.
“Hey mister,” I said, trying to move this show along. “Do you want to see mommy pee or not?”
“Yes,” he said, somewhat discouraged. “But you better pee a lot since you’re hiding like this.”
“Well okay then,” I said with a proper smile. For effect, I wiggled my hips as if I were really going to pee. As I did, I felt just how badly I needed to pee. Shit. I’m not one hundred percent sure my pee got the message that my stage fright act was going to rule the day.
I assumed my best trying to pee face all at the same time trying not to pee. Okay, one thing was for sure. I was not going to be able to fake stage fright for long as I now had to flex every muscle I had to keep the torrent at bay.
“Ah, honey,” I said hesitantly. “I think I might have some stage fright also.” I pressed my knees even tighter together now to help add to my fight to keep the flood gates closed.
“Oh, that’s okay,” he said with the grin on his face back in place. “I don’t mind waiting.”
Shit, I thought, as waiting was something that was not in the cards for my pee.
“Okay, honey,” I said, not knowing what else to say. I bore down and closed my eyes, concentrating on keeping all my pee inside of me. Trying to position myself on the chair to aid in my flexing. If this was Star Wars then I would be barking out the order, all power to lower deflector screens. Repeat, all power to lower deflector screens.
I then hear my son walk towards me. I open my eyes as a wet pair of swimsuit with a very real erection neared me. “Honey?” I said nervously.
“Here,” my son said with an innocent voice. “I bet tickling you will help.”
“What!” I said, startled. “No, honey, it’s okay!” But he had already begun reaching under my armpits, and yes, I’m very ticklish. In fact, the tickling sensation hit me even before he touched me.
I tried to angle my body away from his hands, but it was no good as he already had one of his hands in the ticklish part of my armpit.
“Honey!” I said, giggling from his tickling. “You are so bad!”
I tried to move my body in the opposite diction to fend off his attack. As I did, the flood gates open. I felt it and heard it pretty much at the same time.
“Cool!” my son said as he stopped tickling me to concentrate on the show that I was now putting on.
Shit, shit shit! What should I do? The pee was pouring out of me. No way I could close the flow now and fake stage fright. So what the hell? Whatever damage I was doing was already done. I mean, the counselor was not going to ask me if I peed for five seconds for thirty. Plus, I needed to go so bad.
“Happy honey?” I said with the pee coming out of me as if there was no limit.
“Wow!” my son said with pure amazement. Damn, I thought. This going past curiosity zone and entering the very creepy zone. Plus he was so close. He could probably smell my pee. I knew I could now. All of a sudden, I felt like he was too close to me.
“Honey,” I said, giggling over the sound of my pee hitting the deck. “Move away honey, you’re going to get it on you.”
“Honey, move,” I said more forcefully this time.
This time he moved. But not away. He instead squatted down. Shit! What was he doing? I looked over at him to see one of his hands reaching under the lawn chair. Then to my horror, I realized what he was doing as the sound of my pee hitting the concert was replaced with the sound of my pee hitting his hand.
“Mom,” he said, giggling. “It’s so warm.”
“Honey, pee is gross!” I said as he made no movement to move.
“Not yours,” he said with that evil smile. “Yours is sexy.”
Sexy! Shit! Did my son just describe my pee as sexy? Shit! Counseling for sure now.
“Honey!” I said but did not really have a reply. I was speechless. I just sat there, peeing, looking at him with his hand under me, catching my flow of pee. The moment was surreal. At this point, I just let my bladder empty the rest of the way into his hand.
As my pee finally came to a stop, I studied his face. He was still wearing his smile and looking at the pool of pee under the lawn chair.
“There,” I finally said to break the silence. “Happy?”
“Wow,” he said. “Mom, that was the best thing ever.”
The look on his face was pure joy. Damn. This was so wrong, but it made him so happy. Still, what the hell?
“Honey,” I said, trying to be playful again. Also trying to convince myself that nothing crazy happened. Just a boy’s natural curiosity. That’s all.
“You’re so silly,” I said. “Go wash your hand off in the pool.”
He pulled his hand up. It was indeed about as wet as a hand could be. He looked at it. I looked at it. It still had some of my pee pooled in the center of his palm.
“Dare me to taste it?” he said with a growing smile.
…Thanks for reading the 2nd draft of Chapter 2. The story continues with Chapter 3. Comments and suggestions welcome.
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