The Truth in the Illusion

Chapter One

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I'm ready to start posting my second multichapter Soul Bates fic! This one will be a lot more angsty and more disturbing than "The Love Song of Norman Bates", just as a warning.

I just wanted to give a shout out again to ALittleTasteOfMadness. She has been so supportive and amazing, and she spurs me on to write more fanfiction every day. So, this fic is dedicated to her! Thanks for being my muse, sweetie!

For those who haven't figured it out, THIS STORY CONTAINS GRAPHIC DEPICTIONS OF INCEST. Please, if that isn't to your liking, do NOT read this story.

Without further ado, here is chapter one. I'm very happy with what I've written so far, and I really hope everyone enjoys reading it!

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Sleep was elusive.

Norma lay on side next to her sleeping son, watching his chest move up and down slowly. Norman's dark eyelashes stood out against his pale skin, his lips slightly parted and rose-colored as he breathed deep and even. He looked so peaceful and sweet there, it was hard to imagine that only hours ago he was sitting with his back turned to her and confessing his impure thoughts, and she felt herself drawn to him as a moth to flame.

She had been so sure that she was the only one struggling with this, that Norman was completely and blissfully ignorant. It had to be only her. She had to try to make him okay with it, make him feel it was a normal, transitional period.

Surely other mothers and sons had these kind of difficulties... didn't they?

Norma's mind was awash with unwanted images. She couldn't identify when exactly she'd started having inappropriate feelings for her youngest son, but she remembered squashing it down many times.

He'd joined the diving team temporarily when he was fourteen, and she'd fidgeted watching him exit the pool, water sliding down his newly muscled frame. When he was sixteen, he'd offered her a shoulder rub that was absolutely heavenly, but she had shooed him off with embarrassment as she felt goosebumps rising at his touch.

It wasn't until she had seen him masturbating in the shower later that year that she'd become conscious of her awful desire. The sound of the water covered the sound of the door as she entered. The curtain was open enough to allow her to see what he was doing; his head was thrown back and his mouth was open as his hand abused his red cock.

Frozen by surprise and sudden arousal, she stood there and fantasized about dropping to her knees and wrapping her lips around him, about the stunned look that would surely light his features and the noises he would make. She didn't move until he shuddered and groaned, shooting white come over his fingers.

She disappeared noiselessly back into the hallway, mind racing and she went to hide in her bedroom. She had stayed alone in there for an hour as she tried not to think about the intense urge she had felt to touch him, until finally giving in and indulging herself with elaborate fantasies. She touched herself instead of him.

Thinking of that now, Norma felt wetness gathering between her legs and moaned softly. She couldn't let him know of her perverse thoughts, but maybe she could relieve some of her own tension. It crossed her mind that maybe she should leave the room, but she still pushed a hand into her pajama bottoms, letting her fingers find the already slippery and swollen nub between her legs. She teased herself with light strokes for a moment before positioning her fingers on either side of her clit and flicking them with purpose. An almost inaudible gasp left her, and she bit her lip to try to keep in any other noises. Was he thinking of her, she wondered, the day she'd seen him pleasuring himself?

She was quite suddenly aware of an unexpected and telling bulge in the blankets; Norman sighed and shifted, his erection even more pronounced than before as his hips moved. He must be dreaming... The image of his flushed length flashed in her mind and all her air rushed out of her. Worried she might lose herself and reach out to him, she turned on her back, pushing her pajamas and panties around her knees before turning away from him and resettling her hand between her own legs, thinking to finish quickly. Closing her eyes, she thought of his hands; his lips; the strong line of him, silently asking if she needed his help over and over. He only ever wanted to protect her...

He shifted behind her, and she stalled her movements instantly, holding her breath. He pushed up against her back, hand coming around to grip her arm as he settled. His palm slowly slid down, hand joining hers between her legs, and she gasped. "Norman?" she asked in a hushed whisper, tensing.

"Shhhhh..." His breath skittered over her neck, and then his fingers started moving, encouraging hers to do the same.

Her hips bucked into the pressure they were both exerting as his teeth dug into her ear lobe. She should be protesting, disgusted with herself for allowing this to happen, but she was nothing but enthralled. She gave a choked moan, pressing into him. His still clothed erection settled between her cheeks, and he thrust against her.

It was everything she'd ever wanted; every secret, terrible desire of her heart coming to fruition as her son helped her touch herself and kissed her neck. She had almost been there already, and the newly added stimulation urged her closer and closer until she gave a strangled cry, pushing back into his body desperately as her world turned to intense pleasure.

As she came back to herself, she felt his hand leave her, and he moved a little, shifting. Then, hand sliding back to her core, he pushed against her. The blunted head of the beautiful cock she'd seen before pushed into her heat, stretching her open. He slid into her easily, and they both moaned in satisfaction at the sensation of completion. Having him inside her was better than she could have imagined, and she lost all sense of what she should be doing, pushing back onto his member with a desperate mewl.

"Mother..." His voice was just as dark and desperate, and his hand moved to clamp down on her upper thigh as he thrust in and out, leaving streaks of her wetness on her skin where his fingers touched her.

"Oh god," she responded, a deep need coming out in her voice as he pummeled her body. In moments she was coming again, her muscles clenching beautifully around the sweet intrusion inside her. "Ah.. More, Norman, please..."

He pulled her up on her knees, moving easily behind her and thrusting more forcefully into her. She screamed into her pillow at the exquisite sensation of him pounding into her over and over, body tightening deliciously. Norma didn't think she would come again, but she relished this anyway, listening as Norman lost himself in the pleasure her body was giving him. The his cock hit just the right spot inside her over and over, and she dropped her head to the mattress so he had better access to her pussy, despite her pajama pants holding her knees closer than she'd like.

They were nearly silent again, harsh inspirations and moans intensely loud in the quiet room. The wet slapping noise of his thrusts echoed around them. Norma whimpered into her pillow and Norman merely breathed hard, each exhale coming out in a guttural growl. "Mother," he moaned, his hand landing on her shoulder and pulling her against him fiercely with each thrust. She felt him shudder and still with a grunt, hot semen filling her channel and leaking out around the intrusion of his length. He held himself inside her for a while before slowly sliding out, completely stilling behind her.

Norma let herself relish the complete relaxation washing her body for moment. She hadn't felt so satisfied and blissful for... as long as she could remember. Maybe she'd never felt this way, nearly melting into the bed as aftershocks sent lovely pleasurable pulses through her.

She was so distracted by the unexpected rightness of the moment that she didn't notice at first the complete lack of movement behind her. She looked over her shoulder, trying to see his expression. "Norman?" She couldn't see his face, but he was still totally motionless, and she immediately flipped herself over to see him better. "Norman!"

He was sitting back on his legs, face completely blank and hands hanging at his sides as his eyes focused somewhere behind the headboard. Adrenaline began to pump in her veins, and she came up onto her knees in front of him, grabbing his face. "No, Norman. No," she trilled desperately, pressing her forehead into his and looking into the fathomless blackness of his eyes.

Had he been blacked out the whole time, she wondered? Had he even been aware of what he was doing? She wailed with despair, kissing his cheeks and lips. "Norman, please!" Had she taken advantage of him in his weakened state? She gasped desperately in and out, over and over, pressing him to her and rubbing her cheek against his. She wasn't sure if she was reassuring her son or herself. "It's okay, baby, it'll be okay... It's okay..."

As she repeated that simple phrase, she felt him shift slightly, his arms coming up around her softly. "Mother?" he asked, his tone fuzzy and confused. "What's happening?"

"Oh, Norman." She was devastated, clutching him even more closely. "Honey, I'm so sorry!"

He stiffened in her grasp, obviously beginning to understand the situation they were in; his pants pushed down, hers too as their flesh pressed together, the musky smell in the air, all were telling. "Mother," he choked, pushing her away.

"Norman, it's all right, it's okay-" she began, trying to pull him to her again.

He let her, but his hands clenched at his sides, fingers flexing like he was afraid to touch her. "Mother... What have I done to you?"

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To Be Continued

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