“In the back of a boat, of all places, on the bottom deck with open air. It sounds crazy, but there was enough privacy. People were distracted by the gorgeous view of the ocean and the mountains with ice.”
For context, the boat she’s referencing is a double-decker with plenty of seats and walking space. It’s designed for tourists and locals to get around the different parts while enjoying the Alaskan view. It’s within reason that sexual contact can happen without anyone knowing.
“How did it start?” I ask.
“We sat together in the back while everyone was mingling and taking pictures. I tried to stay calm about what I saw and what my son was dealing with. The issue popped up again. The erection. Chris was complaining about it. Keep in mind, it’s the first time he’s ever talked about his penis or sexuality. He’s a respectful young man and I’ve raised him right. He never talks dirty.
She continues, “This was serious enough to make Chris hunch over and complain. I was terrified for his safety and was going to report it, but Chris said it wasn’t worth everyone finding out. It was actually my daughter who suggested her willingness to assist Chris in the back of the boat.”
“Through his pants?”
“Bare contact.”
“Hand?”
“Mouth.”
“Interesting,” I say.
“I know. I kept whispering to Lia, arguing with her, and she admitted to blowing her brother on numerous occasions. She didn’t use those words, but I got the message. Neither of them were proud of it. They knew it was wrong. But I tried to be understanding. I was young, too. I understand hormones, just never with someone in my family.”
“Did your daughter actually do it?”
“No, I intervened.”
“Interesting. That’s an interesting progression. It seems like quite a leap, going from being shocked to engaging in acts of intimacy.”
“Well, I’d hardly call it ‘intimacy,’ if we’re being honest.”
“Sex acts,” I say.
“That’s a more accurate description. And you’re right, it was the biggest leap of my life. It’s not something a mother can ever truly prepare for. But as a mother, I have to do what’s best for my family. I couldn’t allow Lia to continue what they were doing. The thought of allowing my daughter to do anything sexual with her brother — no matter the context — would be a complete failure on my part.
She continues, “I made a decision and told them that I’d handle the problem. You should have seen their faces. Their jaws dropped. My intention was purely to help my son as quickly as possible. Chris was aching from what we believed to be the virus. Doing nothing meant allowing my son to suffer.
She continues, “That’s when I did it. I looked around to make sure that no one was looking, then I explained to my son that this would be a one-time thing. There were rows of empty seats in front of us, which gave us privacy. I touched Chris’s penis through his jean pants. It was harder than I expected. I felt it throb from my touch. Chris and Lia were telling the truth about what was happening.
She continues, “Rubbing his penis through his jeans wasn’t good enough, so I unzipped his pants and took his penis out. Before you get any awful ideas about our family, you should understand that I did it purely out of love. I had to make a snap decision and I thought it was for the best. My son was apprehensive as well. It wasn’t free for all. It was a necessity. It was maternal instinct.”
“I would never question the actions of a mother during a time of need. If anything, I commend you for making a tough decision.”
“Thank you.”
Ann blushes and her legs press together.
“What else did you do with him?” I ask.
“I stroked him at first. A handjob. He throbbed. Chris said it was painful. He complained that the frigid air and my cold fingers made it worse. I looked around, everyone was busy taking pictures and talking. Again, there were several rows of empty seats ahead of us. So I bent down and took him inside my mouth.”
“Chris’s penis?” I ask.
“Yes. I sucked him. Swirled my tongue around and took him deep. I did my best to ignore that he’s my son, but that was impossible. It was also my first time doing anything in public, so don’t get the wrong idea about me.”
“Let me take a swab of your mouth,” I say. “And please know that I’m not judging you.”
“Thank you, doctor.”
I put on rubber gloves, get a cotton swab and plastic container and approach Ann, who opens her mouth wide. I take a generous swab of the saliva in her cheeks. I pride myself on being a professional, but looking at her mouth and tongue, all I can think about is that her son had been there. That she’d been sucking him off.
“This will be tested for the virus. I’m assuming Chris ejaculated in your mouth.”
She shakes her head. “No.”
“So he didn’t ejaculate at all?”
Ann gestures to her crotch. “Down here.”
“I’d like a sample of Chris’s semen, if that’s okay.”
“Sure.”
With a straight face, Ann stands and undoes her pants. She oozes false confidence with every movement and her eyes show that she accepts her fate. First she pulls her pants down to her ankles. Then she pulls her panties down. I can smell the distinct scent. I see that her panties have a wet spot.
After I put the mouth swab away, I got a clean swab and looked at her vagina. Her hips are plump, reflecting her middle-age, and her pubic hairs are trimmed. I spread her labia and there are traces of dried semen. The more I spread her labia, the more fresh cum starts to leak.
“Your son did this?” I ask.
Redundant question but I’m still in a state of disbelief. I regret asking.
“It was the best option. The boat was approaching the dock and my mouth wasn’t going to finish him in time. I asked Chris what he needed and he said, ‘Pussy makes me cum fastest,’ with a blushing expression on his face. I looked at Lia, who had the same blushing expression. That was the moment I realized they’d had sex before. I couldn’t allow that to happen again.
She continues, “As a mother, I have to set boundaries, but I also have a duty to care for them. So I undid my pants, pulling it down, and I sat on Chris’s lap. I couldn’t look Chris or Lia in the eyes. I just did it. And they supported me. I felt their hands working together to guide Chris’s erection inside me. My son’s hands held my hips. My daughter’s fingers spread across my lips. Then we had sex. I kept my eyes on the tour group, making sure no one would catch us. Chris and Lia worked together to… you know… finish the problem.”
“You have nothing to be ashamed of.”
“Of course I should be ashamed. I fucked my son. Please, take the swab.”
Her voice is emotional and has a cracking sound. I spread her labia and inserted the swab, twirling it to get a sample of Chris’s sperm. When I pull the swab out, I notice that Ann’s vagina is wet. Not previous wetness from the sex she’d had recently with her son. New arousal. She was excreting fluids while telling me this story. She’s aroused from reliving these memories.
I put the semen sample in a plastic container.
“You can get dressed now,” I say. “These samples will be analyzed immediately. Use the bathroom to clean yourself.”
Ann pulls her panties up, not caring that Chris’s cum had leaked across her labia. Then she pulls her pants up and zips it. She’s already used to cum being there.
“What about my son?”
“The nurse should be finished. It was a simple injury. He should be ready to leave and I’d like a follow-up appointment tomorrow.”
“I appreciate your discretion and help. Thank you, doctor.”
“You’re a good mother. You did the best you could, which is all that matters.”
Ann nods, thanks me again, then turns her head away to hide the shame. After a handshake, she leaves the room to get her son and daughter.
I take the samples to the lab and have a brief conversation with another doctor. As it turns out, there’d been another case of this virus yesterday, where a tourist complained of a clenching hand and leg. Minor stuff.
When I go to the exam room to speak with Chris, the door is closed, which is unusual because if he’s being treated then the door should be open.
I look through the small window and can’t believe what I’m seeing. Chris is standing by the counter, leaning back, while his pants are down. Ann and Lia are on their knees, giving oral service by the look of things. I can see Chris’s face, but I can only see the back of the women’s heads and it’s obvious what they’re doing.
Lia appears to be doing most of the work, having the most experience with incest and it comes easy to her. Her hands are on her brother’s crotch making a stroking motion. She bobs her head back and forth, making her long hair wave. She’s clearly done this many times before and there’s a comfort level, there’s no denying that.