Becoming the Man of the House

Jack and Jill Worth have been married for twenty years and have an eighteen-year-old son, Bob. They live a comfortable life in a split-level house located in a suburban community. Jill is thirty-nine and has maintained the figure she had when she got married. She’s dedicated her life to making Jack and Bob happy and healthy. Part of her daily routine is exercising at the gym, early every morning. Jack, on the other hand, never exercises and has a mentally demanding job. Over the past five years, he has become a workaholic. It started with him working ten-hour days; now, he’s often putting in twelve to fourteen-hour days at the office.

They used to have an active sex life three or four times a week. It has tapered off over the same period of time and is now every four to six weeks. Jill is sexually frustrated, resorting to using her fingers and toys. She’s starting to wonder, “Does he have some cute, young, thing at the office?”

Bob recently graduated high school and is attending a local Community College. He is living at home with his parents and has never had a girlfriend. For that matter, he doesn’t have any close male friends either. You could say that he’s a loner, more interested in his studies and his hobby, reading porn on the internet and masturbating.

One afternoon, while she’s taking Bob’s clean laundry to his room, Jill hears him moaning as she approaches his door. She knows that sound; it’s sexual ecstasy. Standing there listening to him, Jill immediately feels her pussy get wet. She slowly opens his door just a crack and sees him lying on his bed. He’s pumping his hand up and down his cock. “My God,” she thinks, “who knew he has at least eight inches of thick cock. I need to find a way to use it to satisfy me.”

Jill quietly closes his door and puts his laundry down. She goes to her bedroom, grabs an enormous dildo, and pumps it in and out of her drenched pussy until she has a massive orgasm. After she recovers, she goes to the kitchen and starts preparing to cook supper. As she does that, she thinks, “His desktop monitor was on, I wonder if he was watching porn.” She finishes her preparations and cooks supper for the two of them, knowing that Jack won’t be there to eat with them.

An hour later, supper is ready, and she calls, “Bob, come eat supper.”

He comes down to the kitchen and gives her a peck on the cheek, saying, “Thanks Mom.”

“You’re welcome, honey,” she replies, giving him a brief hug.

They sit at the table, and while eating, Jill asks, “How was your day? Anything interesting happen?”

He answers, “We had an interesting discussion in my Human Relations class today.”

“What was it about,” she asks.

“I don’t think you’d be interested,” he replies, red-faced.

“Don’t be embarrassed. I’m not a prude, you know,” Jill says.

Still red-faced and looking at his plate, he replies, “It was about the percentage of families that incest occurs in.”

“Really? Is it a high number?” she asks.

Bob’s cock is hard and getting uncomfortable. He reaches under the table and adjusts himself.

Jill notices and thinks, “This conversation is turning him on.”

“It’s higher than most people think, almost twenty percent,” he replies.

“That’s higher than what I thought it would be. I was thinking maybe ten percent. Did you learn any other facts in that class?” Jill asks.

“Most of it occurs between siblings, with only about ten percent between adults and children and three percent between other relatives,” he replies, clearly getting uncomfortable with the direction of the conversation. Bob says to himself, “What’s going on? Mom’s never been this interested in my courses before.”

Jill then asks, “Did they break down the parent-child incest?”

“They didn’t have an exact breakdown but the study suggested that father-daughter incest was more common than mother-son,” he replied. “Mom, can we talk about something else? I’m really uncomfortable discussing this with you.”

“Okay Honey, we’ll drop the subject. I was just curious,” she says.

She thinks, “I wonder why he doesn’t want to discuss this. I need to see what kind of porn he’s watching.”

They finish eating, and Bob helps her clean up the kitchen.