Well, if that wasn’t just the biggest unintended guilt trip in all of history, I don’t know what was. Still, guilt trip or not, that choked me up a bit. “Thanks Mom, that means a lot coming from you.” I put my arms around her and gave her a big hug.
Kissing my temple, she said, “You’re welcome, sweetie. I love you.”
“Love you too, Mom,” I whispered into her chest. “And just so you know, I am trying to focus more on schoolwork; I’m trying to put this obsession behind me. Just give me a couple of weeks.” That wasn’t true, I had no intention of stopping my obsession; if anything, this conversation had only fueled it more. But that didn’t mean I was going to pass up the opportunity to gain some time and brownie points for future use.
Dinner passed without any further incident; but the rest of the night wasn’t as lucky. Even though it was Halloween, very few kids showed up at our door. In fact, I think that only about 10 showed up (the last few were very happy as they got like half of our giant mixing bowl of candy between the 3 of them) but there were still some cool costumes. No, the rest of the night’s excitement came much later in the evening. Around nine, I’d headed up to my room to actually fulfill my promise to Mom and start some work on a project I had due in a couple weeks for my chemistry class.
About an hour and a half later, I hear a gentle knock on my door as it swings open and Mom walks in. Looking down at me on my bed, my laptop and notebook on either side of me, she says, “I think I’m going to turn in. What are you working on?”
Standing up to stretch and give her a hug and kiss goodnight, I let out a loud yawn. “Chem project for Duris due in a few weeks; figured I could try to get a leg up on it.”
“Well, don’t stay up too late, you still have to go to class in the morning.”
“I’ve done all I want to do for the night; I’ll probably just watch YouTube for a bit before going to sleep. Do you want me to wear headphones so I don’t keep you up?” I asked.
For such a normal question, it seemed to spark something in Mom for the briefest of moments. “No, I don’t think that will be necessary,” she said with a yawn. “I think I’ll be asleep in a few minutes anyway. Good night sweetie.”
“Night Mom.” Putting my books away, I sat down on the bed and opened up YouTube. After about five videos by OSP, I switched over to what was fast becoming my favourite porn site: Literotica. Looking at the mother son sex and brother sister sex pages brought nothing new up that seemed exciting to me, so I scrolled down to the bottom and clicked to go to page four.