Sick Day

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Anne glanced at the closed bedroom door of her son, David, as she went about her morning chores. She couldn't help but worry about him. He had been home for a week now, sick with a fever, and she was constantly checking in on him.

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As she dusted the living room shelves, Anne paused to take a sip of her coffee. The bitter liquid burned her tongue, but she relished the warmth it brought to her belly. She needed the caffeine to get her through the day, especially with the added stress of caring for her son.

Anne placed her coffee cup down on the table and went into the kitchen to prepare some breakfast for David. She decided to make him a bowl of oatmeal and a cup of tea, hoping that it would help him feel better.

As she stirred the oatmeal, Anne's thoughts drifted to David. He was always such a good boy, so kind and caring. She missed him when he was away at university, and having him home, even if he was sick, was a comfort.

Anne took a deep breath, trying to push away the thoughts that had been plaguing her lately. She had been feeling an odd sense of attraction to David, something that was completely taboo and wrong. She shook her head, trying to clear her mind of the disturbing thoughts.

Anne brought the bowl of oatmeal and cup of tea to David's room and knocked softly on the door. When she didn't hear a response, she peeked in to find David still asleep. She set the food down on his bedside table and went back to the living room to continue her chores.

Behind closed doors, what Anne didn’t know was that David had been dealing with an increasing sense of lust over her, even to the point that he was now faking being sick so that he could spend the day inside. At each and every moment, David was furiously stroking his cock to the thought of his Mother, even as she came to deliver his breakfast, he was idly stroking himself beneath the covers. With her leaving to finish her chores, David tossed off the sheets and began jerking off again, his hand still slick with cum from his previous orgasms.

As she dusted the bookshelves, Anne couldn't help but think about David. She had always been a good mother, caring for him and putting his needs first. But lately, she had been feeling an unexplainable urge towards him, a desire that was completely inappropriate.

Anne tried to shake the thoughts away, but they persisted. She found herself imagining what it would be like to be with David, to feel his touch and taste his lips. She knew it was wrong, but the temptation was too strong.

As she finished up her chores, Anne heard a soft knock at the front door. She went to answer it, finding a delivery man with a package for David.

"Thanks," Anne said, taking the package and closing the door.

As she made her way back to David's room, Anne noticed the package had a return address from a lingerie company. Her heart raced as she imagined what it could be, a mix of excitement and guilt building within her.

Anne opened the package, finding a delicate lace bra and panty set. She felt a blush rise to her cheeks as she held the garments in her hands. She knew it was wrong, but she couldn't resist the temptation. She put on the lingerie, feeling the soft lace against her skin. The fabric hugged her curves, making her feel sexy and desirable.

Anne took a deep breath, feeling the urge to see David again. She knew it was wrong, but she couldn't help the desire she felt towards her own son.

She walked back to David's room, noticing he was still asleep. She sat down next to him, admiring his handsome face. Her heart raced as she felt a sudden urge to kiss him, to touch him.

Anne leaned in, her lips brushing against David's. She felt a sudden thrill as he responded, his hand reaching out to touch her cheek.

They kissed softly, the passion building between them. Anne knew it was wrong, but she couldn't help the desire she felt for her own son.

As they pulled away, Anne felt a wave of guilt wash over her. She knew what they were doing was wrong, but she couldn't stop the urge she felt. Even worse, she could easily smell what David had been up to in his room. The entire bedroom reeked of cum, the hours he had spent stroking himself had created a haze of sex within here, and she couldn’t handle staying for too long, lest she fall to it.

Anne went about her day, checking on David frequently to ensure he had everything he needed. She brought him soup and crackers for lunch and made him some tea to help soothe his throat. Throughout the day, David slept, only waking up occasionally to take his medicine.

Anne's mind wandered as she folded laundry, thinking about how she missed the days when David was younger and would crawl into bed with her and snuggle. She knew those days were long gone, but it didn't stop her from wanting to take care of him.

As the day wore on, Anne began to feel a bit restless. She hadn't left the house in days, and the walls seemed to be closing in on her. She needed a break from the monotony of housework and caregiving.

David's bedroom door was slightly open, and Anne could see that he was still sleeping. She decided to take a quick walk around the neighborhood to clear her head. She made sure David had everything he needed before leaving, checking his temperature and leaving some water by his bedside table.

The fresh air was invigorating, and Anne felt the tension in her body start to ease as she walked down the street. She breathed in the scent of the spring flowers and listened to the chirping of the birds.

As she turned the corner, Anne bumped into one of her neighbors, Tom. He was a friendly man in his early thirties, and they often exchanged pleasantries when they saw each other.

"Hi, Anne," Tom said, a smile spreading across his face. "How's David doing?"

"He's still sick, but he's sleeping now," Anne replied, feeling a twinge of guilt at leaving her son alone.

"Well, if you need anything, don't hesitate to let me know. I'm happy to help out," Tom said, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder.

Anne smiled gratefully, feeling a sense of relief that there were people in her community willing to lend a hand. She thanked Tom and continued on her walk.

When Anne returned home, David was still sleeping, and she decided to take advantage of the quiet house and have a cup of tea. As she sipped her drink, her mind wandered to her recent thoughts about her son. She couldn't shake the feeling that there was something inappropriate about the way she was feeling towards him.

Anne tried to push the thoughts away, but they persisted. She wondered if it was normal to feel this way towards her own child, or if she was just going crazy.

As the evening approached, Anne started to prepare dinner. She was making David's favorite meal, spaghetti and meatballs, and hoped that it would cheer him up. As she stirred the sauce, Anne heard a noise coming from David's room.

She hurried to his bedside, finding him tossing and turning in his sleep. She placed a hand on his forehead and felt that he was running a fever. She decided to give him some more medicine and a cool compress to help bring down his temperature.

As she tended to David, Anne's thoughts turned to her own needs. She hadn't been with a man in years, and the loneliness was starting to get to her. She couldn't help but feel a sense of attraction towards Tom, her neighbor, and wondered what it would be like to be with him.

Anne shook her head, trying to push the thoughts away. She knew that she needed to focus on taking care of her son, not on her own desires.

As she settled back into bed, David turned to her and mumbled something incoherent. Anne leaned in closer, trying to make out what he was saying while inhaling the exhilarating scent of his cum coming from the bedsheets.

"I love you, Mom," David whispered, before falling back asleep.

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  1. X_pac
    October 2, 2023 om 7:31 pm

    Great reading. hope there will be another chapter soon. 03/10/23

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