Category: Incest/Taboo Stories

Because Mom Said So

by HeyAll©

Part 1 of 3: The Job Opportunity

Claire didn't know it at the time, but the meeting with her boss was about to change her life forever.

Strange motions were about to be set in place. Some of it was fate. Some of it was the unintended consequences of her own actions.

In some ways, it was for the worse. There were many burdens and responsibilities to follow. But mostly, it was for the better.


She had always gotten along well with the boss. Everyone did. He was a nice guy, always friendly with the employees. He was always accommodating with everyone's needs. He was always a fair minded person. In that mid-sized tech company, everyone was treated like family.

The meeting was impromptu.

Claire had been called to the office, and judging by the look on the boss's face, it was for something good. Maybe there's a promotion available, she hoped.

As they sat and talked, the mood became lighter. They exchanged plenty of back-and-forth banter, along with some extra small talk.

The boss leaned back on his chair.

"Claire, what can I say? Hiring you was the best decision of my career. And I've been in this business for a long time."

She blushed, "Thank you. That's very sweet of you to say."

"I mean it. I never tell a lie. You're the best."

The charm offensive was in full swing. A promotion, perhaps? She wished.

"Well, this company has done so many great things," she replied. "It's a pleasure to be involved with the different endeavors. That's what motivates me."

He gave a long slow nod. "Good. Excellent. I'm glad you feel that way. The reason I've asked you to come to my office is because we're having a corporate retreat this weekend. Are you available?"

"I believe so," she replied, containing her excitement. "If there's anything else on my schedule, I can clear it."

Of course, there was nothing on her schedule that weekend. But she wanted to sound important to the boss.

"Good. That's the corporate spirit. I apologize for the late notice, but, I've done some thinking, and I've concluded that you'd fit in nicely. You have the personality for these sorts of events."

Claire sat up straighter and smiled. "Thank you sir."

"Also, we want to see how you do. There will be other leaders in the tech industry there. Not just from our company, but from around silicon valley. It's your chance to rub shoulders with the best."

"That sounds like an amazing opportunity," she said.

"I shouldn't be telling you this, but one of our executives is retiring soon. That obviously leaves a job opening. And, well, maybe you could fill that spot when the time comes."

The joy was bubbling inside of her, and adrenaline flowed through her veins. She wanted to scream with joy. But she couldn't. She had to maintain her dignified and lady-like appearance. There would be plenty of time for celebration later.

"That certainly sounds wonderful," she said in a measured tone. "I'll be there this weekend."

"One more thing," he added.


"It's a family retreat. There will be plenty of boats, water activities, camp fires, you name it. But the emphasis is that it's a family event. So, you'll need to bring someone with you."

"That shouldn't be a problem."

"Anyone in mind?"

They both knew that Claire had been divorced several years ago, and that she had a string of unsuccessful relationships ever since. It was the price of having such a demanding work schedule.

And they both knew that Claire was the mother of an 18-year old college freshman, who was a fairly outgoing young man.

"I'll bring my son," Claire said.

"Would he mind? Isn't he away at college?"

"Actually, he attends a nearby college. So he lives at home with me."

"How lucky," the boss nodded. "Most of the time, the kids move away, and the parents rarely see them again. That happens all the time. So you're very lucky to still be able to spend time with your son."

'If you only knew...' Claire thought, remembering what a pain-in-the-ass her son could be sometimes.

"You're right," she said to the boss. "I'm a very lucky woman."

"But would he be okay coming along? That's the big question. When I was in college, I hated going with my father to anything work related. Everyone there was so old and dull. I only wanted to hang out with the cool kids."

"Then I guess I'm very fortunate to have such an obedient son. He listened to whatever I say, and he never complains."

Of course, it wasn't true, but Claire did her best to paint herself as the ideal mother, which she tried her hardest to be.

"Sounds like one heck of a kid," the boss nodded. "Well, that's all I wanted to talk to you about. The event is this weekend. I'll send you an email explaining all of the details."

"Thanks again for inviting me. I look forward to the event."

Part 2 of 3: The Dutiful Mother

It was 5:13 by the time Claire arrived home. The usual time of her arrival. The most comforting part of her day was removing her shoes and being able to walk barefoot around the house. As always, the first thing she did was head to the refrigerator for a cup of juice.

Heading up the stairs, she heard loud music coming from her son's room. Even though his door was closed, she still heard her son playing a Nick Cave album on the stereo.

Knocking on his door never worked. The music was too loud for him to hear anything. She swung the door open to find Jeff laying in bed playing a violent video game.

When the door opened, Jeff knew to shut the music off, which he did.

"A little loud, don't you think?" Claire asked politely.

"You weren't home yet."

"I'm here now."

Jeff shrugged. "Okay, I got it."

With that, he returned to playing video games. Claire was completely ignored as she stood by the doorway.

"There's something else I need to ask you," she said.

He paused the game again. "Yeah, what?"

"You're coming with me this weekend to a retreat."

"A what?"

"An outdoor retreat," Claire explained. "There's going to be plenty of small boats and water skiing activities. All the stuff that you enjoy doing."

"I did that last month with my friends, remember? Plus I have a date with Samantha this weekend."

"Who's Samantha?"

Jeff shook his head. "Only the hottest girl in college."

"How come you never tell me these things?"

"You never ask," he rudely sighed.

"Jeff, this is very important. I'm asking for a favor right now."

"I don't see what the big deal is. There's going to be other people there, right? Just go hang out with them. I'll be fine by myself."

"It's a family oriented work retreat, Jeff. It's only for two-days. That's it. You can postpone the date until we come back."

"Are you serious? Samantha was my childhood crush for years. Now that she's broken up with her asshole boyfriend, I've finally got a shot. If I postpone the date, then some other douche bag is going to take my place. Then I'll never get a shot."

"Please, watch your language. I don't like curse words."

"Too bad, mom. You've pissed me off."

She gave her angry son a heartfelt look. She tried being the perfect mother, but it never worked. Being a single parent was tough. Ever since the divorce, Jeff had never been the same kid since. Without a proper father figure in his life, Jeff rebelled against authority.

And deep down, Claire felt responsible for that.

"Look," she said. "I'll double your allowance for the month. And I'll throw in a bonus if you behave around everyone else."

Jeff unpaused the game and started playing again.

"I don't need your money. I've got plenty of cash selling drugs."


"It was a joke. Jeez, relax, will you?"

"Jeff, that's not funny."

"If you don't like it, then leave me alone."

She shook her head. "You know, Jeff, you can be a real ass sometimes."

Claire slammed the door shut and went to her room. She needed a warm bath to relieve the stress from her work, and from her obnoxious son.


Being a single mother was emotionally draining. She sank further into the bubble bath and thought about life.

Going to the corporate retreat was essential to her career. But her son was being a real jerk about it.

Like most young men, Jeff had a weakness for older women. It was something that Claire had reluctantly used to her advantage in the past. She was never proud of it, but it worked when necessary. In many ways she blamed Jeff. He never made a secret about what he liked. He never attempted to hide where he looked. And sometimes he was vocal about it.

Claire stood and drained the soapy water from the bath. She showered briefly and dried herself with a towel. As she looked at her naked middle-aged body in the mirror, she wondered if she could do it again. The tactic was humiliating & degrading to her. But Jeff loved it.

For her career, and for her son, it might have been worth another try.


Dinner that night was mostly quiet. Claire was still frustrated with her son. And Jeff was peeved at his nagging mother.

"I'll make you a deal," Claire said politely, breaking the awkward silence. "If you come with me to the retreat, and if you behave, then I'll...let you see me in a bikini again."

Jeff's eyebrows raised, which formed into a slightly mischievous look. The kind of look that a little pervert would have once an opportunity has arisen.

"What's that supposed to mean?" he asked, playing dumb.

"You know exactly what I mean. Please, this is serious. It's a family retreat, and I need you to come with me."

"But what did you mean about the bikini thing?" he asked, this time in a more innocent sounding tone.

"Please don't make me say it, Jeff."

"But I'm curious. Do you want me to go to the retreat, or not?"

She sighed, "If you come with me to the retreat, I'll model my body for you. In my bikini."

"Just one bikini?"

"It depends."


"If you're being good," she replied. "If you listen to me, do as I say, and behave on the trip, then maybe I'll wear a few different outfits for you."

He smiled, "Deal. I'll go to your stupid retreat, just don't forget what you promised, okay mom?"

That was the moment Claire wondered if she had made a big mistake. She watched her son as he finished eating. She knew that she was unleashing circumstances that she may not be able to control.


She stopped by the mall a few days later. With the upcoming retreat days away, she needed an assortment of new things to wear. Especially if she wanted to look classy in front of all the tech leaders she would be meeting.

Going store to store, she browsed as quickly as she could. Eventually both hands were filled with shopping bags. It was an excessive amount for a two-day trip, but being over-prepared was a character trait that made Claire so successful in her career.

She was about to leave the mall when she saw a small lingerie shop, which also had bikinis on display. It was a new store which she had never seen before. There was a sign which read 'Grand Opening.'

It was then that Claire remembered the deal with her son. Sure, she had old bikinis at home which she could use. But she needed Jeff to be on his very best behavior, and the cost of new bikinis was nothing compared to a new promotion.

So, Claire entered the new store.


The shelves were neatly arranged with an assortment of scantily clad outfits. None of the items were trashy. They were more on the classy and sensual side. No one else was there.

The owner of the place introduced herself to Claire. Her name was Meredith, a woman in her mid-50's, who was dressed like she was some sort of modern age madam.

They made small talk for a while. Short banter and all.

"So, what can I do for you?" Meredith asked, getting to the point.

"I'm looking for swimwear. A two-piece bikini, mainly."

Meredith looked the woman up & down. "I see. Well, you're a very attractive lady. Dressing you shouldn't be hard. Follow me."

They went to the small bikini section and Meredith quickly sifted through the different outfits on the display rack. Meredith, as it turned out, was a real pro. It took mere seconds for Meredith to figure out Claire's size, and a few more seconds to find the best bikinis for Claire.

"Try these," Meredith said, holding a few pairs of swimwear. "They're the right size. And the colors match your skin tone and hair. You'll look ravishing."

Claire thanked the woman and went to the changing room. She quickly undressed and tried on the swimwear. Meredith was right, each bikini was the perfect color to match her body.

On the other hand, all of the bikinis were embarrassingly skimpy. They were the right size, they fit nicely and comfortably, but they left very little to the imagination. Her small breasts were tightly hugged, and her nipples poked through. Her crotch was barely covered, and some of her pubic hairs were hanging out. When she turned to check her backside, she saw that her butt was practically on full display.

With a bikini that small, she might as well have been naked, she thought.

"Is everything okay in there?" Meredith called out.

"I'm fine. Thank you."

"Would you like me to come in and give you some thoughts? You're taking a while in there. Seems like you could use a second opinion."

Claire thought for a moment. "Why not? Sure."

The curtain was pushed aside and Meredith entered. Her eyes opened a little bit wider, and she slightly licked her lips.


"Thanks," Claire blushed.

"Are there any issues with this particular swimwear? You've been in here for a while."

Claire gestured to her chest. "Well, it obviously leaves little to the imagination."

"I can see that," Meredith nodded.

"Do you have anything a bit more appropriate for my age?"

"Why would you want that?"

Claire looked confused. "Well, this isn't exactly the ideal outfit for me to wear. It fits nicely, and it's comfortable, but it doesn't cover my womanly parts very much."

"Oh please, we both know that you aren't going to wear that in public."

"Excuse me?"

Meredith sternly crossed her arms. "I've been in this business for decades. I know all the different types of women. I sized you up the moment I saw you."

"I'm still not sure what you're talking about."

"You're straight laced, prim & proper, obviously very intelligent. And you're obviously career oriented. There's no wedding ring on your finger. Yet, you're in here, looking to buy some bikinis."

"What's the problem with that?" Claire asked defensively. "I have a corporate retreat coming up this weekend."

"My point is, a woman like you won't be wearing a bikini in front of your colleagues. Not a chance. It's not your style. You're too ashamed to have colleagues and other professionals looking at your body."

Claire fumed. "Please leave so I can get dressed. It was a mistake coming here."

"These bikinis are for your son, aren't they?"

"Excuse me?"

Meredith took a step forward, so that they were face-to-face.

"You're dressing up for your son. Let me guess, you have an arrangement with him. Maybe this was his idea. Or maybe it was yours. Either way, he's going to get a show, isn't he?"

"How dare you talk to me like that," Claire said.

Never in her life had she been so offended.

"Well, am I wrong?"

"That's none of your business."

Meredith put her hand on Claire's shoulder. "It's nothing to be ashamed of, dear. You're a single mother with needs. Just like most of my clients."

"I...I don't know what to say."

"There's not much to say. If you want to buy these bikinis, I'll give you a great deal. Only because I want the best for you. And I share the same fantasies."

"This is awkward," Claire replied.

Meredith brought her lips to Claire's ear. "Let me give you some advice..."


Friday night. It was the inevitable moment that Claire had been dreading. But it was necessary, nonetheless.

She went to her son's room and knocked on the door. He said to come in. Claire opened the door to see Jeff sitting on his bed, using his laptop. His eyes never left the computer screen, even as Claire stood by the doorway.

"It's time," she said

He looked up and grinned. "For?"

"You know exactly what I'm talking about. Please don't make this any harder on me."

"Okay," he shrugged. "Your room, or mine?"

"Mine. Let's go to my room now. I'd like to get this over with as soon as possible, okay?"

Jeff jumped out of bed and got to his feet. He followed his mother's lead and they walked down the hall together, to Claire's bedroom.

"Sit on my bed," Claire said. "I'll be back in a moment."

"Where are you going?"

"To the bathroom to change."

"Can't you change in front of me?" he asked in a spoiled brat tone.

"That's off limits. And that wasn't what we agreed upon."

He shrugged, "Whatever."

"You remember our deal, don't you?"

"Sure I do."

"Then repeat it," she said, in a slightly more stern voice. "I want to make sure you understand."

He sighed, "I'll be a good boy and come to your corporate retreat, if you model yourself in a bikini."

"And how are you going to behave at the retreat?"

"Like I'm interested in hanging out with geeks."

"They're not geeks. There's nothing wrong with being intelligent and acting in a civilized manner."

"Mom, they're geeks," he insisted.

Claire shook her head. "Enough of this. I'll be back in a minute."

She went to the bathroom, closed the door, and undressed. She looked at her reflection in the mirror as she got naked, wondering if she was making a huge mistake by spoiling her son. She also thought about the advice which Meredith had given her regarding horny sons.

It was time to look the part. Claire wore the small bikini. Top first. Then the bottom. She had shaven her pubic hairs earlier that day so the appearance would be nicer. She made sure it was worn properly, and she carefully inspected her appearance in the mirror, front and back.

After a deep breath, it was the moment of truth.

Claire opened the door and stepped into the bedroom. She felt vulnerable being so scantily clad in front of her son.

She watched as Jeff's eyes widened, and his mouth slightly opened, with no shame for lusting after his own mother. It was a feeling which made Claire's heart beat even faster.

The room was silent. She stood in front of Jeff and struck a few posses. Nothing professional or artful. Just whatever she could think of. She knew what Jeff liked, and tried her best to accommodate him. None of her moves were overly sexy, since she wasn't necessarily a sexy person, but she tried her best.

She modeled her front. And she turned around to model her back. Then she turned to face him again.

"What do you think?" she asked.

"Fucking awesome."

She wanted to scold him. "Please don't curse like that in front of me. You know how I feel about that."

"Sorry mom," he replied, his eyes glued to her body.

"This is enough for one day," she said. "We need to wake up at 4 am tomorrow. If you continue to behave during the trip, then I won't have a problem showing you my other bikinis."

His eyes widened. "Are your other bikinis as sexy as this?"

"Yes. They are. Pretty colors too. Now get to bed."

"But I'm not sleepy yet."

"Well, get to bed anyway."

"I can't sleep unless I cum first."


He shrugged. "It's the truth. Remember, you always want me to be honest, right? Well, I'm being honest. Plus it's human biology."

"You could at least watch your language."

"But you know what I mean. It's hard for me to sleep unless I, you know, handle my needs first."

There wasn't much choice but to follow Jeff's request. She realized that, after all, her authority as a mother was vastly diminished since she had just been modeling her bikini body for him.

Category: Incest/Taboo Stories