As I cleaned the kitchen, I couldn't help but think of yesterday and what the hell I did. I wasn't religious at all. I had no objections to the thought of incest, most people in the early time of Humans had sex and married there siblings and family members. But, could I lust after my son? Maybe even love? I had no idea. Yesterday felt like an out of body experience. Like I was someone looking at myself massage my son. Getting turned on by my son. I had no control over what I was doing. And, im scared. Im scared that I liked it. Im scared that I want to do it again. Im scared I will do it again and ill still like it.
But, that didn't matter at the moment. What mattered was cleaning up the kitchen and then watching some reruns of House MD. So, that's what I did.
Normans POV
I wonder why mother came into my room that night I thought as I sat in the back of art class and absent mindedly doodled. I had no idea why she came into my room. Why she straddled my back and started to massage me. If I was honest, it took all I had not to moan. Usually im a deep sleeper, but with what happened over the past few weeks it just flooded my mind and I was a light sleeper that day.
I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn't notice my Art teacher, Miss Willows, standing infront of my desk until she knocked on my table. I looked up at her with a glaze in my eyes. She had mocha skin color and short black and blonde hair. She kind of reminded me of Halle Berry a bit from Catwoman only without the suit and stuff.
"What you drawing there Norman?" She asked me in a soft silky like voice. And, for whatever reason, my mind flashed to Miss Willows begging on her knees with nothing on but her underthings. I shook my head left and right, both to clear my head and to tell her I had no idea. Because, I didn't really. My hand just drew on autopilot. "May I see?" She asked. I shrugged, not really caring if she did or not.
She picked up the paper from beneath my hand and smiled. "This is very good Norman. You an artist?" She asked. "I dabble a bit." I told her with a small smile. She nodded as she returned the paper to my desk. "Well, keep dabbling." She told me and left to go check on the other students.
I bent my head and saw what I drew. It was my mothers face and looked like I took a picture of her in black and white. All that was missing was some shadow here and there and it was done. Just as I was about to do just that the end of the day bell rang and everyone flooded out the room save me. I took my time, packing up my things carefully before swing the strap over my head and adjusting it to my shoulder. I walked out of the door, smiling at Miss Willows at the door way before I made my way to my bus. I took my seat at the back and left my mind to wonder some more.
Did mother know what she was doing? Was she sleep walking or something? Is that why she rushed out in such a hurry, she finally woke up and didn't like where she was. And the weird thing? I felt something wet on my back as she ran her fingers up and down. I had an idea on what it was, but there was no way it could be what I thought it was...could it?
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I walked through the door as I stopped and took off my shoes, placing them near the hallway closet before I continued towards the kitchen. "Mother, im home!" I yelled out. "In here. And no yelling" I heard her say from the kitchen. As I entered I mumbled a sorry to her before I walked over towards her and pecked her cheek.
"So, how was School?" She asked me as she sipped a cup of coffee. I shrugged, "It was the usual. And, I drew this." I said as I took out the sketch I did in Art Class out of my pocket and handed it to her. She gasped, "Looks so real Norman" Mother told me. I smiled, glad that she liked it. I always wanted to put a smile on mothers face, no matter what the situation nor what I had to do. "Im glad you like it. You can keep it if you'd like" I told her.
She nodded her thanks once more and walked out the door, pausing to peck my forehead before she went into the living room. I got a bottle of water and went upstairs to do my homework. And the work that I had to make up due to my time in the hospital. All the while hoping I wouldn't think back to that day again, but almost all my thoughts where consumed by mother. So, it was only a matter of time before my thoughts drifted there.
So, I fell onto my bed and got out what I had to do and got to work.
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