A Son's Muse (Qant x FutaFanatic)

[Qant00AT]

The school day had been long for Conner. There were tests in three of his classes and all three felt like they went on for eternity. He sat on the bus and stared out the window, spacing out and imagining various things. While he was spacing out he thought of a few new sketches to add to his special book. That book was kept under safe wraps so no one could find what was inside. What could possibly call for such secrecy? Why it was sketches of him and his mother engaging in various acts of a lewd and lascivious nature of course! Conner didn't know what to think of his sexual fascination with his mother. For the longest time he had always felt more attracted to older females than those of his own age group. The girls at school were insecure, needy, bitchy, emotionally unstable, ready to stab someone in the back if it was opportune for them, and a mountain load of other things. An older woman was comfortable with who she was, stable, and were fully developed as women. The nearest, and dearest, woman to him was his mother and he found her to be very attractive when he put his standards to her. Rather than keeping his feelings and thoughts pent up, ready to explode at one moment, he found an outlet to let them out. That was where the sketchbook came in. It allowed him to put his feelings down on paper, uninhibited and free.

Thinking of the book caused an unusual tightness in his stomach. It was strange, he was sure it was still in its hiding spot.... or was it? He went through the beginning of the day and remembered that he indeed put it in the hiding spot. He calmed down from that scared feeling and relaxed the rest of the way home, sure of the fact that his secret was still safe.

 

[FutaFanatic]

The moment Connor had left for school, Kimberly had searched his room, looking for that sketchbook he always held so close to him. She wanted to know what was so personal in his drawings and why he wanted nothing to do with showing her his work. for weeks now she wondered, trying to figure out what was so bad about those drawings he made. But no matter how much she pried or how much she begged he refused to show her anything. But when she finally found it, tucked away in a sneaky little hiding place, her face lit up as she took it out.

Page by page she shifted through it, eyes wide at what she had been reading, the things she saw in the book that her son held so dearly. for the next few hours she stared at each page, finding three that he seemed to mark as his favorite ones. He was so naughty, so dirty with thinking about her in such ways. But at the same time, the fact that such a young man like him lusted for her made her body tingle with joy as mixed emotions took her. And when he would come home, she would be sitting in her chair, dressed in an elegant yello sun dress the dropped below her knees. With the book in her lap she sighed.

 

[Qant00AT]

Once the bus dropped him off at his stop, Conner shrugged his backpack up on to his shoulders and took the walk home. He walked at a steady pace while he began to think more in detail about the sketches he had in mind. Once he got home he called out for his mom to announce that he was home from school. He didn't hear anything back so he went looking around the house for her. She wasn't in the kitchen preparing dinner, she wasn't in the living room reading a book or watching TV, she wasn't even in her own room. Conner was puzzled. Her car was in the driveway, which meant that she was home.

He shrugged it off and just thought that she was somewhere where she couldn't hear him. He went up to his room and opened the door to see his mother sitting in the chair near his desk. "Hey mom, there you are." He looked down at the book she was looking at and felt his stomach tighten up in knots. It was his sketchbook! "Wh-wh-where did you get that?"

 

[FutaFanatic]

she gave him no reply when he walked into the house and announced himself. he wasn't angry, though she wanted to talk with her son, to find out just what brought such feelings in him. So when Connor came in and asked about the book, she held it tighter, her eyes looking straight into his own."Doesn't matter where I found it Connor..I need you to explain to me..Why you drew them of me? why its me and you in these sketches."She had a serious look on her face, but her tone of voice wasn't angry or disappointing, just concerned."I would have expected you to draw some stranger, but instead you draw your own mother?"She asked with narrowed eyes.