Secret Parole by Dick Spears

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She didn't free him--but she gave him release!

Imprisoned at home for drinking a beer after graduation, Jeff missed his girlfriend. Fortunately, the lady of the house was willing to look past the taboos and help him out!

Warnings: This title contains incest, mom-son and FMF.

 
Word Count: 13,015
 

      

EXCERPT:

The door banged hard against the chair, scooting it a foot across the floor. The door swung back, but whoever was behind it pushed it forward again.

I scrambled to pull my shorts up. “Hey!”
The edge of a laundry basket peeked into the room, a moment later following by my mother.
Now my mother would not normally barge in without knocking. She’d consider it rude. A petite brunette in her forties with what I still considered a fine figure, she had the manners of Emily Post. Meals had all the right place settings. Almost every conversation with others was dignified and always well thought out, as if she was recording her thoughts for posterity instead of speaking her mind.
Mom’s eyes found me just as I was trying to tuck my t-shirt in. “Oh! Oh, I’m sorry! I thought you were outside!” Flustered, she set the plastic laundry basket on the floor and scooted out of the room, pulling the door closed behind her.
My pulse raced. I checked that my shorts were back up and took a few deep breaths. My face was still flushed when mom knocked.
“Jeff?” she asked through the door. “May I come in?”
I looked at the laundry basket on the floor. My folded t-shirts and underwear was on top, but some of Dad’s clothes were in it, too. “Uh, sure.”
The knob slowly turned, and then the door opened a foot. Mom stuck her head in and let out a long breath when she saw I was dressed. She edged her way in, closed the door beside her, and looked around, apparently for a place to sit.
I swung my legs to the floor and indicated the spot on the bed next to me. She nodded and joined me and composed herself for a moment.
“Jeff,” she said, “I apologize for walking in on you without knocking. I thought you were reading outside and the door just happened to be shut.”
I furrowed my brow, mentally playing back the events of the day.
“Oh,” I said, “I went out for a bit, I came inside pretty quickly.”
“Where you didn’t come quickly enough to avoid being interrupted by your mother.”
I snorted in surprise at her words. My mom was joking about this?
She looked at me with a winsome smile. “I’m sorry. I don’t normally speak that way. Especially in front of your father. But, um, well I’ve never walked in on my son masturbating before.”
My chin dropped, I was so surprised.
“Don’t worry,” she continued, patting my knee. “It’s perfectly natural. Most people do it, men and women. I know you’ve been doing it for a few years, now, so I knew you didn’t have your father’s hang-ups.”
“You knew?”
She smiled. “Who do you think empties your trash? You used to go through a lot of tissues before you started dating Christine.”
My face turned scarlet.
“I should’ve known you’d start up again now that you’re grounded. You’re dad’s punishment was really unfair. But it can’t be helped.”
She reached for the laundry basket.
“I’ll just put your clothes here,” she said and she scooped them out of the basket and laid them on the bed, “and get out of your way. That way you can, uh, finish up.” She gave me a weak smile.
I stared at her wild-eyed.
She finished with the clothes, brushed her hands, and stood. “Please don’t come on your bedspread,” she said, “the stains are hard to get out.” She turned to me. “And please don’t let your father catch you, unless you want a long lecture on the sins of Onanism, which we all could do without.”
I nodded.
She bent down and gave me a kiss on the cheek. “I love you, Jeff. Now you have some sexy fun. Lord knows there’s not enough of that in this household.”
Before I could pick my chin off the floor, she was gone.


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