I pointed toward the folder sitting on my nightstand.
“So, you had to write about what you did. No big deal. I mean, she’ll be mad, no doubt, but it’s not like you actually chose this subject. Make sure you put the guidelines on top.”
I grimaced, as I saw everything falling apart.
“You didn’t have a choice, did you?” she asked, staring wide eyed at me.
“Not really.” I replied flipping open the folder and handing her the paper.
“This is great!” she whispered, as she scanned the page. “I mean, yeah, you had other choices but you can defend the one you picked. Christ, your professor is sicker than I thought. I mean, incest is about the tamest thing on the list.”
“Yeah, but Mom?” I said, the worry still clear in my voice.
Shelly looked at me and smiled. “Listen, the guidelines don’t specify mom/son. Just change it. It’s still bad, but …”
“To what, dad/daughter?”
“That would take too long. You’d have to rewrite half the paper. Just use the search and edit command and find every reference to mom and son and change them to sister and brother.”
“Are you nuts!” I said, staring at her in disbelief.
“I know. It’s not much better, but it’s all we got. Kind of appropriate too, considering.” As she said that, she placed her hand on my lap and smiled at me.
“I still want to read it when it’s done.” she added, slowly sliding her fingers across my leg.
“I better let you get to work.” she said, jumping up and rushing out of the room.
Resigned to my fate, I set to work changing what I could in the story. I hoped Shelly was right, and Mom didn’t kill me. Still, the way she acted, and changing the roles to brother and sister sent my hormones raging again. By the time I was done, my cock was straining against my shorts.
A knock on my door sent me scrambling for a pillow to cover myself.
“David, can I come in.” my mom said as she opened the door.
“Once again, knocking and opening the door without waiting for an answer does not constitute knocking.” I thought angrily.
“I’m just about done.” I said, as I quickly closed the document.
“Look, David.” she said, a tenderness in her voice I hadn’t heard in a while. She walked over and sat on the end of my bed, placing a hand on my ankle.
“I know this is tough. If I remember right, this is the class on creative writing. I’m guessing from your reaction to me reading it, that it’s probably a bit, uhm shall we say risqué. I just wanted to assure you that I’m just going to proofread it. A second set of eyes that understand the use of the written word. I just want you to do well, that’s all.”
“I know.” I mumbled, unable to look up at her.
“Tell you what; just send it to my printer. I promise to stay in my room once I start reading it so you won’t have to be embarrassed. And once it’s all done, it’s all done, Okay?”
I nodded, breathing a sigh of relief as she stood up.
“I have to be at work early tomorrow, so if you could get that to me, say within the next half hour, I would really appreciate it. I’m going to go take a shower.”
“Sure mom.” I replied, as I mentally counted down the minutes until Armageddon.