And then with a loud scream, she came hard. Spasming over and over again, as she succumbed to the immense pleasure of her self-induced orgasm and the image of her very naked son under the shower with her. “Ahhh Jason, yes baby. Oh god, yes ohhh Jace.”
As soon as her orgasm subsided, Vivian felt terrible. Quickly she washed up before roughly turning the knobs, and the streams of water immediately stopped. The immense pleasure from before was now replaced by immense guilt at her actions and shame at the words she had just uttered. ‘That was so very wrong..oh my goodness what have I become? My own son…how could I do this?’
It wasn’t the first time this had happened. No. Over the past year, she’d had so many immoral thoughts that no mother should ever have of her son. Thoughts that featured acts that were forbidden between mother and son. But Vivian couldn’t help it, as she no longer saw Jason as her little boy. As she thought of their short-lived, yet loving kiss, Vivian now saw him as a man. His beautiful green eyes had held so much love as he gazed at her before bringing his lips to hers. It was the purest form of love, a love that could only exist between a son and the woman who brought him into this world.
Vivian slammed her palm against the sliding door, frustrated at the thoughts she was having. ‘I really need to see a psychiatrist and get my head checked.. She would do just that. But first, she had to prepare for a Zoom meeting she had to attend. She dried off and put on her baby pink silk robe, as she made her way to her room to get dressed.
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Overall, the meeting had gone smoothly. The directors of the American Writers museum were fascinated with what she had to say and were more than glad to give her an hour session to talk about Plath’s poetry particularly ‘Balloons’, a poem about Christmas which would be apt since Christmas Eve was just 3 weeks away. Normally, this wasn’t something she would have done, with Christmas just around the corner. The museum was located in Chicago and under normal circumstances, it would have been impossible for her to travel at this time of the year. But the impacts of Covid-19 saw an increase in the usage of video conference tools such as Zoom, and it would be perfect for her to give a talk to the limited audience that would be gathered at the museum.
She shut her laptop, and got up to make herself a cup of coffee when her phone rang. A picture of Jason hugging her popped up on the screen, and the caller id indicated that it was indeed him. Vivian hesitated for a moment, the guilt weighing her down. But she ended up answering the call anyways. Even though things had been awkward between them for the past year, she still talked regularly with him. After all, he was her son and she couldn’t ignore him.
“Hey Mom, how’s things there? Covid all under control?”
“Everything is fine here honey. You don’t worry about me, and how are your classes going? Still online?” It’s been so long since she’d seen him and even hearing his voice brought her joy.
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