Dying Wish
Man's last wish is for his son and wife to be together.
Author's Note: There's not that much of what you'd call "action," in this chapter, and I know that's not everyone's cup of tea. I have some ideas of where to take the story next, but feedback and suggestions are also welcome.
As always, all sexual situations only involve characters 18 and older.
I should probably talk a little bit about my dad, Bryan, to start. He's always been the smart, go-getting type, and in his early 20's was already the owner of a small but burgeoning business. By the time he was thirty, that business was starting to really kick things into high gear, being worth about a million dollars. That's when he met his wife, my mom, Paula. She was only eighteen at the time, and as she puts it, "was completely swept off her feet," by Dad. That's not surprising to me, since Dad was not only handsome and charming, but also the type that wouldn't stop whenever he wanted something.
It was practically love at first sight when he met Mom, and within a year afterwards he not only had her as his wife but me as his first born. I know they tried to have more children, but then Mom had a couple of miscarriages and after that they gave up on the idea. It's always been painful topic for both of them, especially her, so I don't bring it up often, but to the best of my understanding, that's what happened.
Life was tough but good from then on for them. Dad kept putting in long hours at work, but his business continued to thrive and grow. Mom stayed at home, putting most of her efforts into raising me, but developed other hobbies too like art and photography. They always managed to make time for each other, and despite the hectic lifestyles you could always tell that they were still very much in love and hadn't drifted apart as could have easily happened with another couple.
My relationship with my parents was a little more complicated. Dad had been, for all intents and purposes, absent for much of my childhood, leaving me mostly with Mom, and she and I developed a tight bond with one another. Tight, but still notably awkward at times. Mom was often very reserved, even with me or Dad; it almost came across as shyness, although that's not really the best word to describe it. She could be even worse with strangers. Mom just like to keep to herself a lot, and even when you talked to her you always got the impression that she had some secret beneath the surface that she wasn't telling you. It added an air of mystery to her, but could also come across as being distant or aloof.
If you're thinking that her secret might be an affair, I can assure you that wasn't case. Her devotion to Dad was unparalleled, although I don't doubt a gorgeous woman like Mom had plenty of opportunities to test that over the years. I have no hesitation calling her "gorgeous," either; one look at her crystal blue eyes framed by that angelic face would be enough to captivate most men. Her body type was more petite than anything, but extremely well proportioned, with curves that could turn heads anywhere, especially if she wore anything that accentuated her shapely hips.
I still remember going out with Mom as a kid, grocery shopping or whatever, and all of the salesmen that would approach her, ignoring the small child standing next to her and the glistening diamond wedding band on her finger. I say "salesmen," because that's what Mom told me they were; it was only years later that I was able to piece together that they were really strangers trying to pick her up. No matter though; Mom always rebuffed their advances quickly but discretely, with the class and charm which makes me truly realize how lucky Dad was to have married her. She's forty-two now, but other than the odd wrinkle that has managed to creep into her face, is just as beautiful as ever, and she takes care of her body well enough that any "maturity" it's developed over the years is mostly an improvement. And so it wasn't a big deal to Dad if Mom's new tennis instructor at the club was flirty and handsome, or if her riding instructor's eyes liked to linger a little too long at the tight equestrian pants she wore to his lessons; he never worried about what Mom might be up to behind his back, and he never had to.
Years passed, and I graduated college with a business degree. Wanting to strike out in the world for myself, I moved out and got a small but nice bachelor's pad and then hit the job market. Things didn't go nearly as well on that front as I had hoped, which is probably not that surprising considering I was a new graduate with no experience, so after a bit of cajoling from Dad, I came to work for him. I asked not to be coddled or get special treatment, and Dad was more than happy to oblige, letting me work my way up the company. After a year of two of this, I began to work with Dad directly, and even if he didn't say it I could tell he was training me to take over when he finally decided he'd had enough. That was fine by me; I felt as if I earned it with the hard work I'd put in even if that wasn't entirely true.
Working with Dad had also done wonders for our personal relationship. It gave us one more thing to connect over, and I think I might have spent more time with him in the three years since joining his company than in all of the rest of my years combined. We were closer than ever and everything seemed perfect, until that fateful day that turned everything upside down for the three of us.
I'll never forget the day when Dad told me he had a rare, obscure illness and the doctors were only giving him about six months left. Those feelings of shock, horror, and sadness were more than anything I could ever express in words. I'm not the outwardly emotional type, generally speaking, but everything was different that day with Dad and Mom with all of us hugging and crying. Over the next few weeks, I spent more and more time at the house with them, until finally deciding to move back home to help out the both of them wherever I could. I also took a paid hiatus from work -- being the owner's son has its privileges -- although I still checked in from time to time, as Dad did even though he also took a leave of absence, presumably for good. When the news had come, I was also put in charge of Dad's finances and other personal dealings, so that meant being in regular contact with Dad's lawyer, accountants, and so forth. As overwhelming as any of this was, however, none of it prepared me for what was about to come next.
It was a hot, sunny afternoon and I was in my old room, trying to do a little work from home on my computer when Dad came in to see me. I was a bit surprised by the intrusion, as I knew Mom was planning on lying out by the pool as she often did when it was nice outside and that Dad would always accompany her. It was nice to see them together like that, and so I would gladly find something to do as to give them their alone time.
"James, we need to talk," Dad said. Even to the degree that the illness had already managed to weaken him, Dad could still mean business when he spoke with such conviction, and so I immediately put away what I was working on. Dad went over and took a seat on the end of my bed while I faced stayed in my office chair, facing him.
"What is it, Dad?" The look on his face looked distressed, and I could feel myself starting to get worried.
"It's your mother," he began uneasily. "We've had a lot to talk about since the news came, and frankly... I'm very worried about how she'll be after I'm gone."
"She'll be okay, Dad," I said reassuringly. "It's going to take time for her, you have to expect that, but she'll be okay."
"What I don't need is your horseshit platitudes, son. Besides, I know Paula a lot better than you do. She won't be fine, not by a long shot. She's not one of those people who can live in solitude. She needs companionship, someone to take care of and take care of her, a man in her life. I've tried talking to her about it, and she knows I'm right, but still swears she doesn't want to be with anyone else. It's not fair, James. And she's only forty - two..."
"Well," I answered, trying to be as delicate as I could, "like they say, time heals all wounds and, platitude or not, it's true. Maybe she says that now, and I'm sure she means it, but there's a natural grieving process to losing a loved one too. And, after all that, Mom might choose to start seeing other people, or she may not. Either way, that's her decision. You can't force her to do anything."
"It's not about force, son, it's about knowing what's best for my wife after I'm gone. She's always been faithful to me, even when a lot of other women might not have been, and that's not going to be easy for her to move on even though that contract is supposed to be over after death. Besides, as much as I love your mother... she has her faults too, including being easily manipulated. Even if she does decide to move on and find someone else, I don't trust her in finding a good husband. She'd probably end up with some guy who'd leave her heartbroken right after swindling away all of our money. I'd feel a lot better if I got to play a role in the whole thing."
"Are you saying that you want to find someone for Mom now, while you're still with us?" I asked in disbelief. "That seems so wrong Dad, and besides, there's no chance she would ever agree to such a thing."
"Wrong or not son, it would greatly put my mind at ease. Look, I'm letting you to handle my personal affairs before I go, because I trust you and because I don't need or want that stress in my life right now, but this situation with your mother is too much for me to ignore. I won't rest easy until I know for certain that she's going to be well taken care of after I'm gone."
"She's not a child, Dad. Mom can take perfect care of herself if need be. Hell, she basically ran our household when I was a kid and you were out conquering the business world."
"Yes, and its reasons like that that make me realize how lucky I was to find a wife like Paula. I don't doubt she had plenty of temptations to cheat on me during those years I was more gone than here either but never gave in to them. The thing is James, your mother is a woman of strong passions James, even if outwardly she is mostly shy about it. She has ample needs... womanly needs... love and companionship... passion... and sex. They've always been of great importance to her. I tried my best to be that for her over the years, but it's getting harder for me now. And when I'm gone things are going to get that much worse. I can't shake the idea of some smooth talking huckster coming in trying to rip off a mourning widow and succeeding with Paula. I can't allow that to happen to her, James. We can't."
It was odd to hear Dad say that considering him and Mom had been practically inseparable since we learned the bad news; if anything their companionship levels were higher now than ever. Was he really talking about their sex life then? Mom never spoke to me about sex while I was growing up, and for a while I believed she was awkward herself about it, or maybe had a low sex drive... that sort of thing, but as I got older I slowly learned that, in fact, the exact opposite was true. She did her best, along with Dad, to keep that part of their relationship discreet, but with us all living in the same house... once I learned what sex was it was pretty hard for me not to know they were doing it as often as they were. Still, I was glad that their bedroom was far enough away from mine so I wouldn't have to listen to it even when I knew it was happening.
I had assumed years ago, that this was all Dad's doing; he had such a voracious appetite for life that it would only be fitting that his sexual needs would be the same, but little discoveries I made here and there eventually revealed that Mom was the one pushing their sex life to such higher limits. It said a lot about Dad that he could put in such long hours at work and still find the time and energy to keep a woman like that satisfied, but he'd managed to do so year after year. And now? The last thing I was thinking about since Dad became ill was how it was impacting his sex life. His energy levels had dropped off so much, so fast these last couple of months that it wouldn't surprise me if they'd stopped having sex altogether. It then suddenly occurred to me how much more restless, even irritable Mom had become in the last few weeks or so. I had naturally assumed it was because of what she was going through emotionally right now, but maybe there was more going on there as well. Was she really pissed off at not being able to get her rocks off these days? No, Mom would never be anything callous or insensitive like that, but if what Dad was trying to subtly say about her "ample needs" was true then it would make sense that she'd be feeling more than a little sexually frustrated.
"I still don't know what you want me to do," I asked, feeling disbelief that we were even having this conversation. "This sounds like something you and Mom need to work out by yourselves."
"Believe me, son, I've tried, enough that Paula has long grown sick and tired of the subject. I won't let it go though, not until I'm satisfied with the solution. I found a couple of men that I think would be really good for Paula, make good husbands for her after I'm gone, but she won't hear of it. She's adamant about not wanting to remarry, but I know her too well. She's not the type to stay alone forever, and once again I don't trust her to find the right man on her own."
"Well, you might have to, Dad. I mean, in the end, it's really up to her to decide what she wants to do," I said in resignation.
"Son, I know this isn't going to be easy, but I need you to be strong for what I have to tell you now," Dad said.
"Of course, Dad. Anything for you."
"That a boy. You've made me so proud all these years, and even more so these last few months. I know you'll be able to take over the business when I'm gone. Well, I need you to be the same here too. Whatever happens with Paula, I need you to be the man of the house as well."
The more I thought about what Dad was saying, the more I understood. Mom could be a little naive sometimes; add that to the emotional trauma of being a new widow and I could easily imagine some con man coming into to take advantage of her. Nevertheless, I wasn't sure there was anything we could do about it.
"James..." Dad began slowly, as if every word from now was going to be an effort from now. It wasn't fatigue or his illness talking either; he was genuinely distressed.
"What is it, Dad?" I asked nervously.
"I've talked to your mother at length about this subject, trying to find someone suitable for her, only to have her flat out reject every suggestion. But in all that digging, well, I managed to get her to admit that there is someone she's been interested in being with for some time now."
"Wow," I said, genuinely shocked.
"Exactly, you know how much that goes against her nature, as she's never been the type to let her eyes wander. Admitting something like that, even to herself would be difficult enough. Admitting it to me... well, I doubt that would have happened at all if I hadn't been hounding her on the subject, and with me being in the condition that I'm in."
"I can't even imagine Mom telling you something like that. Even with you being understanding as I'm sure you were, the guilt she would have felt must have enormous."
"She was in tears, son, telling me how terrible she felt. I did my best to console her, and tell her that all things considered, I was glad. She more than had my blessing on pursuing such a relationship if he met my standards, but I needed to know who it was. I wouldn't be at peace in these final days unless I knew she was going to be with someone I could trust."
"James, you know how hard this was for your mother to talk about, so you can appreciate how hard it is for me," Dad continued.
"Of course, I understand," I said. "But no one will ever replace you in her heart, Dad. You just have to think of it in terms of trying to make the best out of a no-win scenario."
"I know all that son; that's not why this is difficult for me. It's difficult because she told me this other man... she told me this other man was you."
"What?" I asked incredulously. "Come on Dad, this is some kind of joke, and a pretty sick one at that!"
"Not even Paula would make a joke like that, son. I assure you, it's true. If anything, she was ashamed to have to admit to such feelings. She's kept it a secret for years, even from me, and it was eating her up inside."
"Years, this has been going on for years?" I asked, even more astonished than before. "I never saw any hint of this."
"She obviously couldn't tell you, or let on in any way, and even now she's too embarrassed to openly talk about it. I doubt she ever would have told me if I hadn't gotten it out of her, but I'm glad I did."
"You must have been upset... mortified," I said.
"All that and more, James. I'll be honest with you, as much as I love your mom, news like this a few years ago might have been enough to end our marriage, but I'm in a different place in my life now. I haven't got much time left, and all I really want is to see you and your mother taken care of before I go. Once the shock of hearing it settled down and the more I thought about it, the more I realized that I could be at peace with it."
"Dad, are you serious?" I asked, almost sounding hysterical now. "It's so wrong, how could you even suggest such a thing?"
"Calm down, son. Here's what I do know: as much as I'd like to find someone for Paula to be with after I'm gone, I could never completely trust any of those other men, even the ones I had suggested to her, but I know I can always rely on you. I've already trusted you with my money, my home, and my business. It may not be what I envisioned for either of you, but if push came to shove I'd sure as hell trust you with my wife ahead of anyone else I could find. And so I told Paula that if it's what she really wants, then she... both of you, have my blessing."
"What she wants?" I huffed back, "what about what I want?"
"Please, try and settle down, son. Of course I care about what you want, that's why I'm talking to you now. I want you to try and think clearly, James, and consider the possibilities."
"Consider? I don't' think there's much to consider with something like this, Dad."
"Are you sure about that, James? Let me put it to you this way, you're young, handsome, wealthy, with a whole life still ahead of you, but I've seen the way you are with the ladies. Your taste in partners is even worse than I fear Paula's would be after I'm gone."
"I know I've made mistakes in my personal life, but that doesn't mean I haven't grown from them. Do really expect me to get as lucky so quickly the way you did with Mom?"
"No, I don't son, and that only brings me back to my point. Look, if you want to keep searching for the right girl, I don't blame you. But I also want you to know that you'll probably never find anyone half as good as Paula. She's been everything I could have asked for, the perfect friend, companion, wife, lover, and I don't doubt for a second that she'd be the same for you."
"Dad, do I have to spell it out for you? It's called incest."
"I don't care what you fucking call it," Dad fired back, sounding as if he were about to lose his patience. I was taken aback, as although I'd seen Dad get angry plenty of times he usually maintained a calm reservation about him, and rarely if ever cursed.
"Look son," Dad continued, sounding more like himself again, "I'm just saying that if I were in your shoes and a woman like Paula caught my eye, I wouldn't hesitate to go for it. Even the age difference wouldn't deter me, considering that she's still prettier than most women half her age."
I still couldn't believe we were having this conversation, and part of me wanted to find something to say that would end it as quickly as possible. And so when Dad brought up Mom's age, a thought took hold in my mind that I instantly verbalized into a question.
"What about children, Dad? Don't you want any grandchildren? And what about me, don't you think I want to have kids someday?"
"You know it's been tough on your Mom since we had you, but I know you have a point about wanting children of your own. I did ask Paula about this too, and... well, she's been taking birth control pills for years now, ever since we decided not to have any more kids, but she... she said if it's what you really want then she'll stop taking them."
I think my jaw nearly hit the floor at this revelation; thank god I was sitting down for this one. I couldn't believe my ears, my dad telling me that Mom was okay with me impregnating her, and that, presumably, I had my his blessing as well.
Dad could see that this last part of our talk had really thrown for a loop, and so he started getting up to leave.
"I know I've left a lot on your plate today son, so it's probably best if I leave you for a while. We'll talk about this again, and soon."
"Dad, I don't know what you want from me," I replied, sounding more disillusioned than ever.
"Of course you do son," Dad replied matter-of-factually. "I want you to be a man about this. If being with Paula doesn't interest you, or you don't think she'd make you as happy as I believe she would than I can accept that, and as heartbroken as Paula would be then she'd eventually learn to accept it too. If she doesn't appeal to you as a woman, then I can accept that coming from you, speaking man to man. But if my advice means anything to you, then you'll look past this morality crap and see the same beautiful, sensual, caring woman that I do and realize how happy the two of you would be together."
"You really see all of that Dad?" I asked.
"I see two people that could be much stronger together than they are apart. You already know that I'm worried about what's going to happen to your mother after I'm gone, well, I won't lie, I worry about you too, even if it's to a lesser degree. Knowing that the both of you were taken care of would put my mind at ease more than you could ever imagine. I've asked a lot of you lately son, so maybe asking for more is too much, but I want you to give idea this serious thought. Once I did, I knew it was the right thing to do, and you should have seen how happy and relieved Paula was when I told her."
"Really? That's how she reacted?"
"Yes, although she was still more afraid than anything, but only because she doesn't think you have similar feelings towards her. And while we're on the topic, how do you feel about all of this?"
"I think I'm still too stunned to answer a question like that. I can't even digest the thought that you and Mom would be in favor of all this, much less what I think of it."
"That's understandable, James. I'll leave you alone with your thoughts, and we'll talk again soon."
**
I kept to myself the next couple of days, barely leaving my room, still trying to come to grips with everything Dad had told me. I only ran into Mom a few times, and she maintained that same poker face she'd apparently been wearing for years now, not letting on that there could be anything un-motherly behind the pretty eyes and sweet smile that had been most notable aspects of her appearance for as long as I'd known her. I tried not to let my discomfort show, but I'm not sure I succeeded. Knowing what I knew her about her now, I doubted that I could ever look at Mom the same way again.
The part that might have cut the deepest for me was that of course I knew everything Dad had said about Mom being beautiful, sexy, sexual, etc. were all true. I doubt many could be around her for any length of time and not know the effect she had on men or feel it themselves first hand, but like any other son in such a situation, I'd learned to show establish the barriers that society expected of me. Apparently, the same had not been true with Mom. Somewhere along the line she had faltered, not being able to show the same degree of restraint with me.
Such a thing would have inconceivable to me if Dad hadn't told me otherwise. Mom's devotion to him and their marriage was so airtight that I honestly believed it was impossible for her to even have improper thoughts about someone else. Not that I would blame her for feeling attracted to another man - after all, we're all human - but for me, of all people, to become the object of those desires? There was no way I could even look at Mom again without questioning what I thought about her all these years. Then there was Dad. I expected him to confront me on all of this sooner rather than later, which is exactly what he did when he came to visit me again in my bedroom a few days after our first discussion.
"I know this has been hard on you James, but I need to know what's going on with you," Dad said. "Now that the cat's out of the bag, so to speak, things need to move forward, not only for my sake but for your mother's."
"What you mean, 'for Mom's sake?'" I asked.
"I mean that she knows that you know," Dad answered. "Paula's managed to put up a brave face for now, but understand how much this is eating her up inside. I think we all know she can't just go back to being your mom again as if none of this ever happened. The only way to fix any of this is to move things forward."
"But I thought you were leaving the final decision to me?" I asked.
"It is yours, son, and if you truly are against it, then we'll find a way to make due, but it won't be easy. I can't help but feel bad for Paula though. I did everything I could to encourage her these past few weeks, until she finally committed to going through with this, and now... well, you've barely spoken to her these last few days and she's convinced it's because you don't find her attractive. I've told her that's not true, that you just need more time to absorb all of this, but it's done little to calm her. It's hurting her inside James, not to mention hurting her as a woman."
"Come on Dad, we both know how beautiful Mom is. I can't believe she would say that."
"She's all that and more," Dad replied. "But underneath that she's always had a surprisingly fragile ego. One that doesn't handle rejection very easily."
"Dad... if it were just about making you and Mom happy, I would do it. I owe you both that much and more..."
"I appreciate that James, but that's not enough. Paula would see through an act like that, and I wouldn't want you to do anything against your will."
"Dad, you can try and sell me on the idea by talking up Mom's virtues, which I've never tried to deny. The problem is... it's still Mom. Even after everything you've said, it's hard for me to see her in any other light than that."
"Hold on James, I'll be right back," Dad said. "I want to show you something."
Dad left my room, and while I waited for him I happened to glace out the window and look down. Mom was out by the pool again, sunning herself under what was another perfect summer day. She was wearing a one piece bathing suit, made up of red and white stripes. Nothing particularly revealing, but as always she looked stunning, with the stripes of her outfit tightly hugging and accentuating her womanly curves. It was hard to fathom a woman like that feeling rejected, but in truth I knew how soft and sensitive Mom was on the inside. It pained me to know that I had hurt her so, but all I could think of right now were all the questions I had but were too afraid to ask her.
Dad came back holding one of Mom's old sketchbooks. She had plenty of these lying around her studio, hardcover books made for drawing or sketching. Not that they were off limits for us to see, but despite being a talented artist Mom didn't like us looking at them without her knowledge, as she could be very self -critical of her skills, making her uncomfortable with sharing her work with others.
"What am I supposed to do with this?" I asked, genuinely confused. Although Mom's talents were impressive, seeing another drawing of some pretty flower wasn't something that I wanted to do right now.
"Just look at it in your own time," Dad replied. "Maybe it will help you with some of the questions you have right now."
Dad left to go back to the pool area with Mom. It was tough to see how weak and haggard he'd become in such a short period of time, but something really sweet about how much of his remaining time was being well spent with Mom. The two of them were closer than ever, which made this dying wish of his seem that much more bizarre. I couldn't imagine loving anyone the way he loved Mom and then to make such strong overtures for her to be with anyone else.
I looked again and saw Mom still lounging by the pool, but now Dad was with her, sitting in an upright chair next to her. They appeared to be engrossed in conversation, as per usual, and would likely be this way for some time. I felt like lying down for a bit, so I went over to my bed, taking the sketchbook with me.
I casually opened it to the first page, taking note of Mom's habit to sign and date anything she did. Sometimes she might title her drawings too, or even include a caption if it felt appropriate, but most of them were untitled. To my surprise, the first page was a drawing of me. It triggered a memory, as I actually recalled posing for this one, sitting on a stool facing towards Mom at a slight angle while she worked. It's crazy to see how fast time passes, as looking at the date on it told me that I was barely eighteen at the time. My face looked noticeably younger, and although I wasn't in bad shape now, I'd been a bit of a gym rat back then, so my body was noticeably leaner and more muscular. Many years ago, Mom had an impressive gym built into our home that I used to visit frequently, and seeing myself in better shape instantly made me resolve into getting back into my old gym routine.
But, getting back to the drawing, like all of Mom's work, it was meticulously detailed for the most part and purposely less so in others. That was the style she had adopted over the years, and it always seemed to work out just right, at least to my amateur critic's eyes.
The next drawing was a near copy of the first, although this time I wasn't wearing my shirt.
"What?" I asked in genuine confusion. I would certainly remember posing for something like this. I hadn't posed for Mom that often, and as far as I knew I'd been fully clothed every time. I could envision a hypothetical scenario, like being at the beach and maybe her drawing me like that, but I'd certainly never purposely removed any clothing and then modeled for her. I looked at the date on the drawing, noting that it was only a couple days after the first one.
I flipped the page to the next drawing, and now I knew for certain that something odd was going on. I was standing this time, still shirtless, except this time... this time Mom was in the drawing too, standing behind me. Moreover, her arms were wrapped around me, clasped just above my waist. What really stood out to me however, were the contented smiles on both our faces. I wasn't the best at smiling for Mom's drawings; I found posing for them to be long and tedious, and because of that she'd often have to coax me into looking happier or I'd practically be scowling, but there was a look of warmth and satisfaction on my face this time. I looked at the date on the drawing, and once again saw that it was in the few days following the real one I'd posed for.
It's hard to describe the next few pages of what she'd drawn. Multiple, smaller sketches per page, with most of the sharp details of the initial set now replaced with more abstract representations. They started coming about a week after the first set, and unlike the careful artistry of those drawings these appeared to be more haphazardly put together. What I could decipher, however, was that the main figure in the drawings was still me, although if I hadn't seen the first drawings as a reference I could have easily missed that point, since in this series most of my features were way too obscure as to give that away.
It wasn't hard for me to guess why Mom had rushed through drawing these items, which were closer to be rough sketches than her typical carefully crafted work. All of them, roughly ten in total, were nudes. I was stunned, wondering what could have driven Mom to want to do this. I felt like I was looking at an internal struggle being played out in these sketches, with one side of her determined to commit these unsavory images to paper and another trying to mitigate the damage by only drawing hazy, almost unrecognizable representations of me.
It was me, though, I was certain of that, just like I knew the other hastily drawn image that appeared with me in the last few sketches was Mom. The erotic tone of series was obvious too, not only because of my state of undress but because of the poses of the figures. The last few, where Mom had also inserted herself into the drawings, were particularly sensual, with her still fully clothed but touching and caressing my naked body. And even that last shred of modesty or feelings of guilt she must have been feeling must have given way because in the last drawing we stood facing each other, holding one other in a lover's embrace, our nude bodies pressed into one as our tongues lovingly explored each other's mouths. I couldn't help but be moved by that one little. As odd as it sounds, there was something truly beautiful about it that made ugly words like incest want to flee my mind. I could imagine Mom drawing this and being genuinely happy with the result, as it had an honest beauty to it that was more than pleasing to the eye.
A few weeks had passed, according to the accompanying dates Mom precisely added to all her work, and this next set of drawings had taken another sharp turn in style. Whatever demons Mom had been wrestling with in the previous set had apparently been excised, because the visuals of this group were once again clear, sharp, and colorful, with the erotic theme still being front and center. It was overwhelming for me to look at, flipping through the roughly twenty next pages, all of them filled with unabashed images of Mom and I having sex. Different angles and positions, most of which I recognized but to be honest a few of which I did not, of us lying, sitting, and standing as we eagerly made love. A drawing of Mom and I sitting side by side, next to each other on the ground, kissing deeply as a hand in each other's lap joyfully masturbated one other, another featuring a close-up of me hungrily sucking one of her tits in my mouth and a look of ecstasy on Mom's face, and on and on. The drawings were exciting and bold, full of adoration and sexual energy. You'd have to be dead inside not to get turned on looking at them, and while I tried my best to maintain my composure I could clearly feel my breath quickening and heart rate rising as well as the blood rushing into my cock as I got hard looking at them.
It would be easy to dismiss them all as being pornographic, but there were others though that were not quite so dirty, even though they were still nudes and still carried an erotic tone; drawings of the two us warmly embracing, kissing, as we explored each other's bodies in intimate but loving ways, or even simply standing next to one another holding hands with carefree smiles on our faces. There was a sweetness to them, an expected beauty that I doubt many would find offensive until they saw that the series was titled, "A Mother's Love," revealing the secret of their true nature. The entire experience of looking through them was mind-boggling to me, however, simply because I couldn't believe these images had come from Mom's own hand, spending what must have been hours to painstakingly recreate these lurid thoughts that had clearly overtaken any sense of morality.
It wasn't just her though, as I could feel the lewd thoughts taking me over as well now. One drawing had me holding Mom off the floor in my arms, with both of us sporting excited, lustful smiles. Of course, we were both naked, and you could actually see my full erection bobbing underneath as I held her against my chest. It had more of a lighthearted tone to it, but all I could think about was her drawing me like that with my dick at full attention. It was so easy to imagine the figure of me in the drawing being consumed by his desire, carrying Mom over to her, now our, bed where he would do whatever he pleased to her, with Mom flashing the same horny smile in the drawing as she blissfully obliged. Was that what Mom had been thinking about when she drew this, was that her fantasy also? The thought that she might be turned me on even more.
The dates on the drawings came to a complete halt a couple of years ago, even though there were still plenty of blank pages left, leading me to believe that either Mom had switched to a different book or, more likely, had stopped drawing such images of us altogether. At least that's what I believed until I came across the final drawing, which was dated a mere two days ago. It was another nude featuring the both of us standing, facing forward this time with Mom in front of me. Her arms were stretched upwards, reaching over and behind her so that they met around the back of my neck. The position resulted with the significantly larger, heavier chest than she sported today being sensually pushed forwards, and her torso and hips turned to a slight angle as my hands casually rested on the underside of her belly. I say "belly" because her usually tight, bikini-friendly physique was now replaced with the rotund shape of a woman looking merely days from giving birth. We were both smiling, although in Mom's case "glowing" might be a more accurate term, and the caption on the drawing read, "Having my baby's baby."
I think my jaw actually dropped in shock as I took in the figures before me on the page. Like all the others, it demonstrated the craftsmanship that I recognized from Mom's skilled, steady hand, our likeness bearing an uncanny resemblance to ourselves, and once again reflected the beauty that made me admire all of her work. I thought back to the discussion I'd recently had with Dad, with him telling me that Mom had agreed to stop using birth control if I were dead set on having children of my own. The conversation had clearly made her want to draw again, and this had been the result.
I studied the drawing for some time, experiencing each line and curve in detail. There was no doubt it was beautiful; I like to think I can appreciate female beauty in all its forms. Admittedly, pregnant women are not something that often draw my attention, but there are always exceptions. In this case, the image instantly reminded me of a model I'd seen a few years back who had posed for a series of nude photos while she was in the late stages of her pregnancy, and how surprised I'd been at not only how beautiful she looked but how aroused I'd had become by seeing them. Mom really did look just as good, from her larger, shapelier breasts that been molded through her pregnancy to the remarkably sexy shape of her abdomen and thighs. All I could think about was how my image in the photos was touching her and what I'd like to do in his place. It only took few moments before my mind was flooded with images of my own, of Mom standing as I relentlessly fucked her from behind. Her face had a look of ecstasy as she stood, barely holding onto the wall with one hand while cradling our child in her belly underneath with the other. I kept seeing myself ramming into her with my cock without restraint, listening to her screams of how good it felt and that she was cumming.
"Holy fuck," I couldn't help but mutter aloud. My dick was a steel pole by now and I found myself wondering if Mom had gotten equally turned on when drawing it. I felt that with every page I was learning more and more about Mom's darker secrets, her desires and sexuality, but it wasn't just her psyche that was being revealed to me. I was learning about myself. It may have taken a lot longer in my case, but clearly this type of relationship was as appealing to me as it was to her.
I could feel my cock throbbing now, desperate to get some relief and cum, and so I flipped through the drawings again, giving in to the urge to masturbate and cumming not once but twice in the process. Part of me felt awful for what I had done, but those feeling subsided as I reminded myself that apparently this is what Mom and Dad wanted from me as well. I had no idea what to do next, but Dad's illness was getting noticeably worse, and he'd made it quite clear that he wanted the comfort of knowing that Mom and I were together before he passed. I didn't really need to worry about that, however, as unknown to me, Mom and Dad had already worked out a plan for that too.Dying Wish Ch. 02
James start to see more of his Mom as she really is.
Author's Note: Much like Ch 1, there's very little "action" in this part, so maybe take that into account before deciding whether or not you wish to continue. Thanks for all the feedback so far, which has been much more positive than I ever anticipated.
As always, all sexual situations only involve characters 18 years and older.
I felt like a lot had happened that I needed to make proper sense of before taking the next step. That meant confronting Mom. I could tell Dad and Mom were up to something as they seemed even more conspiratorial these days, which meant I could simply wait for them to launch whatever plan they were concocting, but if I were really going to do this then I wanted to do it my way. Dad would understand; he was very much a man's man and would respect my wishes if I explained it to him in those terms, and Mom... well, she was more of a mystery to me now than ever. I knew she respected strength and conviction; at least she seemed to in her relationship with Dad, and so I decided to go into this with that mentality.
Dad would be spending the better part of today at the hospital, having some routine checkups and tests done. By now we had a nurse that would come over to the house once a week or more if needed, a lady in her sixties named Nancy, and she'd always accompany Dad on these trips. I had volunteered to come too on many occasions, but Dad refused, saying I already had too much on my plate as it was between handling his business and personal affairs. And Mom? I'm sure she would have gone, but Dad insisted on Nancy instead, as she would be better suited to take of his needs on what was typically a long, arduous day.
Mom was out watering her plants, wearing a yellow floral dress with a matching linen hat. Practical and simple, yet still managing to be elegant and charming. It was hard not to notice how well the outfit looked on her graceful form, following the gentle curves of a woman who despite being in her early forties looked more ravishing than ever. Of course, I'd always known these things about her, but clearly I had changed too over this past while. Dad had told me to "consider the possibilities," and between that and the startling images I'd seen in Mom's sketchbook I found myself lost in thought doing just that these days.
"James, what are you doing out here?" Mom asked in surprise. She was justified in her response, in that I'm about the most anti-nature guy you'll ever meet, to the point where even going out to Mom's home garden, lush and pretty as it was, was tantamount to being in a wild jungle for me. She was noticeably amused by my discomfort, beaming back at me with those bright, angelic eyes and that wide, captivating smile. Those were easily Mom's best features, enough to get readily lost in if you allowed yourself, but I did my best to stay on track and not allow my resolve to weaken.
"Mom, we need to talk. Can we go inside or something?"
"Sure dear, I'm almost done," she replied. She handed me a green, empty watering can and said, "Could you fill this up while I continue here?" Mom kept watering with the can in her hand while I went to a nearby outdoor faucet to fill the other." We didn't speak for the next few minutes as Mom finished watering, once again displaying that poker face that I'd known for years but only recently had discovered could hold much darker secrets than anything I could imagine.
We went back into the house and Mom brewed up some herbal tea. That was her comfort food, even on a sweltering hot day like today, it was always her go-to. It said a lot about Mom - she rarely drank or had any other vices I was aware of. Sure, I'd gotten a few hints over the years that she was probably a little freaky in bed, but other than feeling a bit awkward about having knowledge like that about my own mother I didn't care. Sexuality is simply a part of being human, and as long as a person stays within certain boundaries that we've all learned to acknowledge, then I could care less about what that person is into. Mom hadn't done that, however, she'd clearly crossed a line that we all know is wrong. A lot of emotions had been churning inside me since I got the news, and more than a few of them hostile. I was angry and distressed and, as illogical as it may sound, I felt betrayed.
"So, what is it that you want to talk about, James?" Mom asked, innocently enough. Once again, I had to give it to Mom and her poker face that only gave away to the slightest amount of unease. This woman's ability to deceive was something else.
"I just wanted to know..." I began, slightly stuttering in a way that was barely audible before continuing, "How and when the sweet, caring Mother I've had all these years turned into an incest-loving slut?"
My words made her wince noticeably, and not without intention on my part. In fact, this was one of the few sentences I'd prepared beforehand to say to her. I didn't know who this woman was, and a side of me just wanted the one I'd admired over all these years to come back. I know the logical, mature thing to do would be to forget ideas like that and move on, but I couldn't resist. Part of me was badly hurt by what she'd done and wanted to hurt her back. This was my way of doing so.
I expected my words to provoke an emotional response, but I wasn't sure what would be. In any event, I prepared for the worst, which would have been a burst of anger. It never came, however, as instead Mom slumped forward in her chair, looking wistful and defeated.
"I'm sorry, James, for everything," Mom finally said. Her voice was cracking up, practically sobbing now. "If there was one thing I wanted to get right in this world, it was to be a good mother to you. I've been a failure at everything I've ever tried, but I could accept even that if I could have at least lived up to my responsibilities to you. But now I know that I'm a fuck-up at that too."
One of the things that's never ceased to amaze me is how often I see my parents in myself, or vice versa if that makes more sense. It's as if you could draw a straight line between every personal trait of mine and find the same one in either my mother and father. In Dad's case, it meant inheriting his business acumen and intelligence in general, but in Mom's it meant sharing her anxieties, such as a lack of confidence or being awkward and shy socially. That's not to say everything I got from Mom was negative; for instance I'd always managed to stay in good shape with relative ease and knew enough to say that I had above average looks, both qualities that I'm certain I inherited from her, but most of the time I felt like I gotten the short end of the stick when it came to Mom's attributes.
And now? One of the revelations I'd had about recent events was how quickly and easily I'd succumbed to the most taboo temptations. For all my moralizing against Mom, all it had taken was being shown a few dirty drawings of us committing incest before I found myself helplessly jacking off to them. Would a stronger son, a stronger man, have behaved so woefully? I had a hard time believing otherwise, and so I kept wondering if there was some sort of "incest gene," that Mom had passed on to me that had made me more susceptible to giving in to those thoughts and desires.
"You're not a failure, Mom," I said, trying to console her. Not that I still wasn't upset with her, but I hated it when she'd her beat herself up like this. "It's just... Dad's been trying to convince me that you and I should continue on without him, and besides all of the complications that come with something like that... I don't think I can enter into any relationship that isn't built on complete honesty and trust." Not that I felt like Mom had been putting on an act with me all these years, but there was undoubtedly a wide gap between understanding the woman who had raised me and the one who'd felt compelled to create those drawings.
"You're still hurting over Melissa, aren't you?" Mom asked.
I silently nodded back 'yes,' feeling pain even with the mention of her name. I'd only been in one serious relationship, and that with a girl named Melissa that I'd met I college. As much as I'd loved her, the relationship had been mostly a tumultuous one, ending angrily when I found out she'd been cheating on me. I'd never gotten over the ache of that breakup, and in particular over my feelings of betrayal. As much as my family and friends tried to pin all the blame on Melissa for cheating on me, I'd still mostly criticize myself for what happened. Sure, I'd blame her for the affair, but I couldn't shake the notion that I was responsible for driving her to such extremes. And that was fine by me, as I was determined not to make the same mistakes that in my mind had led to her infidelity in the first place.
"I'm still not clear on what you're looking for dear," Mom said.
"I mean I need to know anything, and everything, starting from beginning."
"The beginning of what?"
"As far back as you need to go. I'm not interested in judging you, Mom, and I promise I won't, despite the way I spoke to you just now. All I want is to understand. But that means being an open book with me, and of course me being the same with you. If you're serious about trying to make this whole thing work... well, it's the only way I can try and meet you halfway."
"I see," Mom replied. There was a solemnness to her tone that made me feel like I'd gotten through to her.
"And one other ground rule, Mom, if you want to call it that. As much as I insist we be open with each other, I need us to be closed off with everyone else."
"By 'everyone else,' you mean your father," Mom deadpanned. "I don't know if that's such a good idea, James. After everything you just said, you of all people should understand how wrong it is to keep secrets."
"I'm not saying we keep Dad totally in the dark. He'll want to know how things are progressing, and knowing him, I'm sure he'll be pressing hard for details. And he deserves to be kept in the loop, at least generally speaking. But that's as far that goes. Anything more than that, anything said or done between us is none of Dad's business any more than it's the neighbors' business or the mailman's business."
"Bryan will not be pleased to hear that," Mom said with a slight look of apprehension.
"You let me deal with that," I said in a gruff, slightly gravelly voice. "Dad was the one the pushing for all this in the first place. Well, if he wants things his way then he's gonna have to play by my rules." It wasn't until I'd finished speaking that I realized how much I was channeling Dad when he was in one of his acerbic moods, right down to my tone of voice. Mom certainly noticed it though, enough that she laughed a little as she usually did with him. You could say Mom simply tolerated Dad when he behaved like this, but I always viewed outbursts like that as a sign of strength, something that she ultimately respected and even found attractive about him. So hearing Mom do the same way with me... well I admit it felt good, even special.
"It sounds like we have a lot to talk about then," Mom said with resignation. "How about we have sandwiches for lunch and then go out by the pool for the rest of the day? Bryan won't be back for a few hours or so and I hear it's going to be a scorcher."
"Sure thing," I answered. We ate lunch, not really saying much other than a little small talk. I knew how much of a sun worshiper Mom was - it was the closest thing she had to a vice - and thankfully her skin had not been damaged over the years and the honey bronzed sun tan she carried most of the year looked stunning. In any event, lying outside by the pool was where she felt safest and most comfortable. I knew that's why she suggested we talk there, and so I was more than happy to wait until we returned to our main topic at hand.
I went up to my bedroom to change, and not really having much to choose from quickly selected a pair of red gym shorts and a white t-shirt. When I got back down, Mom was still away, but I knew where she usually settled and went to lay down nearby on the patio recliner that Dad typically used. Mom was right about it being an unusually warm day, as after only a few minutes of waiting I could already feel myself on the verge of perspiration. However, that feeling of discomfort was nothing compared to the one I felt when I saw Mom enter the patio. She was wearing a black bikini, something that could have been designer made with the way it perfectly followed her curves, particularly the contours of her breasts.
It wasn't the most revealing bikini I'd ever seen; in fact I was willing to bet Mom had a least one or two numbers that showed more, but it was easily the sexiest one I'd seen in years. The bottoms had a sharp, high cut, looking a pair of skimpy, V-shaped panties in the front and, well, the back had just enough material to cover the essentials, basically leaving all of her ass exposed. Those flawless cheeks, along with the tantalizing curve of her hips had that always been Mom's best below-the-neck feature, made it even more amazing that the outfit had been clearly designed to show off the bust, with a thick underwire running below the breasts that pushed them up and forwards like a push-up bra. Mom's B-cups have always looked great, but in this outfit her cleavage looked like it was on the verge of popping out as she slinked her way towards me. Thank god I was wearing sunglasses, because my eyes were practically glued to her sexy body as she approached me, especially those jaunting breasts. It was so weird though, fighting the urge to ogle her body and yet knowing that both she and Dad wanted me to see her this way.
"What do you think of my outfit, James? It's new." The slight playfulness in Mom's voice and walk was perfect, knowing just the right amount of tease to get a man's motor running without coming on too strong.
"Another new one?" I said mockingly back, sounding a lot more like Dad than I expected. "How many of those outfits do you need?"
"I'll have you know that this is the first one I've bought in years," Mom replied, keeping the light-hearted tone going but also feigning a little anger herself.
"I have a hard time believing that."
"It's true. In fact, I only started wearing them again after you moved back home. Before that, I was going au natural at home. With the heat being the way it is today, I thought about doing so again, but considering the earnestness of your words earlier I thought it might be a little too much if I came out wearing nothing but my shoes and a smile..."
The image of Mom walking towards me from the house, her hips doing that alluring, slight sway that was her walk, wearing nothing but her high heeled sandals briefly entered my mind, and I did my best to push it out. Her white and black leather sandals, open toed, with three inch block heals... I don't know how comfortable they were but they were sexy as hell to look at.
My mind went back to a memory from years ago when I'd been out with a friend and we saw a knockout of a woman wearing the tightest of miniskirts, her shoes making that clopity-clop sound as she walked, and he commented about how the shoes perfectly completed her seductive appearance and sexy walk, jokingly referring to their distinctive sound as her "mating call." Not at all funny, but there was something weirdly primal, savagely lewd about the idea that to my surprise made me incredibly aroused. And so, as my friend laughed at his self-appointed cleverness I got even quieter, trying to forget that Mom had an identical pair. Try as I might, however, the dumb joke always came back to me whenever I heard the clop, clop, clop, sound of Mom walking around the pool in one of her contour hugging suits. The image of her strolling towards me in the nude now, giving me the most illicit smile as the sounds of her mating call filled my ears... damn it... this was really getting crazy now. I needed to grow up and act like an adult, not some horny teenager.
"You know James," Mom reasoned, "You're not going to last long out here dressed like that. You should at least take off that t-shirt. And well, it's just the two of us here; if you want to take the rest off that's no big deal either."
Mom had a point and, I have to say, and her tone was not at all sexual; more like the way she always sounded when trying to give me advice. I recalled one of those little nuggets of private information I'd gathered over time, that she had been to a few nude beaches over the years, and although it was definitely not Dad's thing I doubt she would have balked if I had gone with her on some of those occasions. So clearly we could be naked without it being sexual. I took off my t-shirt and dropped it to the ground next to me. It was already stained here and there from perspiration, and I was happy as hell to have it off me.
"There, don't you feel much better now?" Mom asked, again sounding purely innocent.
"Much better," I replied. Mom went over to her patio recliner and got settled in, giving me a few moments to think. Even though I felt mature when it came to things like my career, there were so many times like this, where I knew I still had a lot of growing up to do, especially compared to Mom. And with that, I decided to take my bottoms off as well. I could have easily slid them off from my sitting position and Mom wouldn't have seen anything, but once again it felt like I was selecting the cowardly and immature choice. I wanted to be more like Dad; he could be stubborn as hell, but the last thing you'd ever accuse him of was acting out of fear. And with that in mind, I casually stood up and, nonchalantly as I could, unbuttoned my shorts and pulled them down, and then took off my underwear as well. I was facing Mom's chair as I did so, not looking at her as I instead focused my attention on what I was doing, but I could feel her eyes on me, watching with interest without staring.
"There you go," Mom said, her voice sounding light and bubbly. "I bet that feels wonderful."
I looked over to her as casually as possible, and saw her eyes still fixed upon me and now sporting a wide grin as well. It came across as more innocent than anything, although I got the feeling the sexual side of her was pleased with what she saw as well, and that was fine by me too. After all, that was the direction were supposed to be heading with in all this eventually.
"I'd join you, but I've hardly ever worn this outfit and I kind of enjoy wearing it now," Mom happily said.
"It does seem perfect for you," I added. "When did you say you got it?"
"Last year when Bryan and I took that vacation to Jamaica, but I didn't wear it much. Turns out the nearest beach to our hotel was a nude one, and well, the weather was so fantastic I couldn't resist myself."
"Dad went to a nude beach?" I asked incredulously.
"Actually, it was a clothing optional, and a lot of fun. The only thing that I didn't expect was the... well... forwardness of some of the locals."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean anytime your Dad left me alone for more than a few minutes a different man would come over to speak to me. One even approached me with Bryan still there!"
"Were they really all trying to pick you up?" I asked, knowing right away how naïve I sounded.
"Dear..." Mom answered, admonishing me now although her tone sounded more amused than anything. "They barely even wanted to have any small talk first. Straight from saying, "Hello," and "How was your trip?" to asking me if I'd ever been with a black man before and how it would change my life once I gave it a try. Saying things like they make this my most memorable vacation ever if I went back to their place with them."
"Holy shit, Dad must have been livid."
"Bryan yells at this one guy to get lost," Mom began, before losing the last of her composure and uncontrollably giggling, "And the guy says, 'Oh, I get it, you're one of those husbands that likes to watch. Well, that's not really my thing, but your lady is such a hot piece of ass that I'll do it this one time. Just promise me that all you'll do is watch.'"
"Oh my god, Bryan was so angry; you could practically see the steam coming out of his ears," Mom continued, laughing even more now.
"Well, at least you weren't traumatized by it or anything," I said.
"If you're a woman, travelling abroad, you get used to it, especially if you're the type that gets more than your share of male attention in general. The only thing that caught me off guard were that there were so many of them approaching me and that they were being so aggressive about it. It was only after the fact that I learned that that particular stretch of beach was a popular location for white women on vacation, single or otherwise, to hook up with local studs looking for good time."
"Nevertheless, I'm glad you weren't too upset or anything." I still wasn't sure why Mom was telling me all this, other than maybe to show me that she wasn't quite the shrinking violet with other men that I'd always believed her to be. "I mean, you weren't seriously tempted by any of those men, were you?"
"Of course not, I would never do that to your Dad," Mom insisted. "But I'm glad we're talking about this, because there's a part of that story that even Bryan doesn't know."
Mom paused for a moment before continuing on, her voice practically trembling, "One of the men that approached me that day... his name was Javon. He was about your age now, hitting on little forty-one year old me. He was tall, probably about 6'3'', dark, and oh so very handsome. I was so intimidated just having him stand in front of me, this muscular looking god, standing completely naked with... with the most impressive cock I'd seen before. As Javon spoke, I tried not to stare at it, but that only meant looking at his dreamy eyes or mouth-watering physique instead. I think even the other men were in awe of him, because not only did they not get anywhere close to us but it seemed like they were in retreat. Anyway, suddenly there was nobody around our small stretch of beach bit the two of us."
"I expected Javon to be crass like all the other men," Mom went on, "But he surprised me, telling me in the sexiest accent how pretty I was, how sweet I smelled. It was only then that realized how wet I'd become. Feeling embarrassed, I instinctively began turning over to my side, hoping no one else had become aware of my predicament."
"'No Paula, don't do that.' I didn't even remember telling Javon my name, as I never told it to strange men, but that was the power he managed to wield over me. 'You have such a gorgeous pussy, the most delicate of flowers... show it to me, show me at your most beautiful...'"
"There was something about the way Javon spoke, so passionate, I felt so adored, even loved. It sparked a deep desire inside me, burning to please him. And so I sat back again, this time lifting my legs up and pulling my knees apart as far as I could. My womanhood was completely exposed to his gaze now, laying just beyond his reach. I got so aroused, knowing that Javon was close enough to touch me, knowing how bad badly he must have fighting the urge to do so.
"'Such an exquisite flower, Paula. And so surprisingly tight for a woman who's had children. How many do you have?'"
"One," I groaned back. "I was so excited with Javon this close to my leaking pussy that I felt like I was on the verge of cumming."
"Boy or girl?"
"A boy, not much younger than you."
"I hope your son is fortunate enough to see a pussy this beautiful one day, Paula, because I've never seen anything like you before. The only thing that would turn me on more is seeing those pretty white lips of yours stretched around my black cock while I fuck you non stop. Imagine your hot cunt stretched tight around this cock with me ramming inside you over and over again, Paula. You came here to get some black dick, well you won't find better than this.'"
"Javon went on and on, his words getting decidedly dirtier and dirtier, and I was completely into it, getting so excited listening to all the filthy things he said he wanted to do to me. After a while more of this, Javon finally pointed to a motel he was staying at on the other side of the beach, huskily growling about how he was going to fuck me into me into next week and insisting that I leave with him."
"Javon, please stop this," I panted weakly. "I'm married, I can't... I won't. I'm sorry, I wish I could, but I love my husband too much to ever do something like that..."
"Then I guess I'm sorry too,' Javon said, flashing a final sexy smile my way. 'But the offer still stands if you change your mind."
"I thought he was about to leave when Javon suddenly asked, 'Paula, would you do one last thing for me?'"
"Something told me Javon was going to ask me to suck his cock, and I instinctively peered around and saw that we were still isolated enough that I could probably get away with it without being caught."
"Javon, I can't do anything with you, okay..." I lamented.
"'Then do something for me,'' he chuckled back. "I want you to rub your clit for me, Paula. It's so hard and juicy that I can see it from here. If you won't let me please you, then at least give me the joy of watching a beautiful woman like you cum.'"
"I knew it was wrong, but I couldn't stop myself now if I wanted to. My clit was on fire, my whole body felt ready to explode. Once I felt the touch of my fingers on my pussy I went crazy, rubbing like mad only to stop every once in a while to rapidly pound two fingers in and out of my leaking hole. My eyes stayed fixed upon Javon, reveling in the intense sexual bond I felt between us. His cock had been getting harder as we spoke and was now standing out from groin looking like an angry police baton. I'd never seen anything that big in the flesh in my life. He kept speaking to me as I got closer, offering compliments and sweet but slutty words of encouragement, and I responded in kind, telling Javon how hot he'd made me from the first moment my eyes laid upon his muscular body and gigantic cock."
"Holy fuck, holy fuck, I kept saying as could feel myself approaching the point of no return. Thank god Javon remained true to his word and kept his distance, because if he knew how badly my entire body was on fire he probably would have fucked the hell out of me right then and there and all I would have done was beg for more. I was groaning and grunting so hoarsely now, trying to stifle the screaming that was going on inside me as I came. My body was practically convulsing though, trying to withstand the intensity of the best orgasm I'd had in years. When I was done, I slumped back down in my chair and looked up, only to see Javon casually staring at me with the widest, most handsome grin."
"'You're an incredible woman, Paula, I can't thank you enough. Your husband is a lucky man, but don't forget that life is too short to deny ourselves other pleasing experiences as well. Anytime, day or night, come find me, and I promise you a memory of this trip that you'll cherish for a lifetime.''" he said, his soft baritone voice sound silkier and more seductive than ever."
"Javon," I said weakly as he turned off to leave. "Just so you know, you're not the only one who knows how to 'fuck someone into next week' and, if I were still single, you'd get proof of that firsthand."
"'I don't doubt that for a second,' he laughed back heartily. 'Farewell, sexy lady.'"
I sat there, stunned, listening intently to everything Mom had said. By the time she was done, my mouth was so dry I needed to take a drink of water from the glass I'd brought before I could speak. The only problem was I didn't know what to say.
"James, I... maybe I shouldn't have told you all this," Mom said, suddenly sounding worried.
"No, I'm glad you did," I said, my senses finally beginning to return to me. "I asked you for complete honesty; it's nice to see you took that seriously. I guess... Dad and I have always had this different picture of you though... like you'd rather stab your eyes out rather than so much as look at another man.
"I was that way when we first got married, so you weren't wrong to think so," Mom said, "But things change, and people change. You wanted to know who I am, warts and all? Well, you got a dose of it now."
"Mom... I told you I wouldn't be judgemental, and I meant it, but I also said I wanted to be honest with you. I can't condone what you did in that story. Sure, you technically didn't cheat, but as far as I'm concerned you did. Doing anything sexual with someone other than Dad would be. And Dad not knowing about it? Well, that just adds to your dishonesty."
"You're right dear," Mom said, "There's no excuse for my behavior, and that's a big part of why I wanted to tell you. Things have been less than idyllic between your father and I for quite some time now. This happened last year, when I felt like our relationship was at an all-time low. Who knows, maybe he was already ill back then and we just didn't know it. All I do know is that there's been very little spark in our marriage for a long time now, and it's practically been non-existent in the bedroom. I'm sorry if that makes me sound selfish or crude; I know women aren't supposed to make sex a priority as much as I do, and certainly never admit to such a thing, but I'm not going to apologize for being me. I'm sorry for what I did, but I'm not sorry for who I am. Part of being in a monogamous relationship means fulfilling your partner's needs, which is an arrangement I'm more than happy to adhere to, but it hasn't been that way for me in a long time."
"What about Dad?" I asked.
"I love Bryan; for whatever problems we've had, I've never stopped loving him. There's no one I could love as much as or the way that I love your father, except for you. We've had our share of rocky times, but I feel like after everything that's happened recently... well, we've managed to find a peace with each other now that we both know it's coming to an end."
"And me?" I asked.
"It's a second chance to do things right, maybe for you as well as for me. I know you've never been the same since Melissa. I know you're still carrying a lot of that pain inside you. I tried to comfort you as best I could, but a man will only share so much of that type of grief with his mother. It's only the intimacy of a lover than can finally heal those remaining wounds."
"When I found out Melissa was cheating on me... one of the things that hurt the most was that I hadn't been enough for her. And it even wasn't a sexual thing; she had nothing but good things to say about our sex life, which left me even more confused."
"What do you think it was then, dear?" Mom said in the most soothing of voices. I could tell how good she felt about me opening up to her like this, and truth be told I was happy about it too.
"I put a lot of time, I mean a whole lot, into my career back then, and I think she felt neglected," I answered, before adding with a sad, sarcastic chuckle, "I guess I thought I could be like Dad, out conquering the world while Melissa remained content, waiting at home for whatever sparse time she could get with me. Well, I was wrong."
"Did she ever tell you she felt neglected?" Mom asked.
"Not directly. I might get the odd hint here and there, but that was it. Next thing I know I come home and find some other guy plowing her from behind in our bed..."
"Oh my god, James, I'm so sorry," Mom replied in shock.
"So you can't expect to tell me a story like you did without me questioning your faithfulness," I continued. "I wanted to be Melissa's 'everything.' To be enough that she wouldn't even want to be with another man, much less do anything about it.
"If you're talking about Javon again, it's not really a fair comparison," Mom said. "I mean, you can hold me responsible for my actions, that's fair, but I'm also sure none of it would have happened if you had been on holidays with me instead."
"How so?" I asked, confused.
"I mean I'm pretty sure I would have been too busy doing someone else that day to even meet Javon."
"Doing someone else that day?" I repeated in my mind. "Wait a minute, did she really just say we'd be too busy fucking..."
I looked up at Mom and she gave me a smile so naughty I could literally feel the blood pumping into my dick as my shaft throbbed its way towards erection. I wasn't sure if Mom could see it from her chair, as the astonished look on my face was enough to make her already raunchy smile look even more risque.
"I'm going back to my room to cool off a little now," Mom said.
"I need to know something first, Mom. Was that really the end of the Javon story? You didn't see him again at all for the rest of week?"
"I promise, that was it, James. But in the interests of staying truthful to you I did purchase a little memento from the trip that I keep in my nightstand. Well, maybe not so little at ten inches... anyway his name is Javon Jr."
"Holy shit, really?" I asked in disbelief. I honestly could care less about any woman, even Mom, having a vibrator or dildo or whatever Javon Jr. was, but in this case I had to respond.
"Mom, your private thoughts are your own, and I get that even people in the most stable relationships fantasize about being with other partners, but I get a feeling this is crossing over a line that is not healthy, at least if you're serious about being monogamous."
"It was just a phase dear," Mom replied. "After what had happened with Javon you can't fault me for having fantasies about what could have happened if I'd gone back to his place. Yeah, for about two months after we got home "Jr." got more action than most real men do in a year, but it was hard not to get carried away for a while. All I can say is, Javon was not the kind of man any woman could readily forget. But that was then and this is now. Honestly, I haven't even thought about Javon since those first two months and 'Jr.' has been collecting dust in my nightstand ever since. Go look for yourself sometime if you want to. If it makes you feel any better, you have my permission to look through anything you want to of mine, whenever you want."
"Well, that's not really necessary, Mom," I replied sheepishly.
"You said you wanted an open book," she added, "well, what's mine is yours then."
"Thanks, I appreciate that," I said.
"Anyway, I'm going upstairs now. For what it's worth, Javon was only a passing fancy. My real 'friend' is a little older but much more reliable, and much more satisfying too. In fact, I think I'll pay him a visit when I'm up there."
I sat there in disbelief. Mom stood up and began to walk away, again flashing an unexpectedly bawdy smile before turning to give me another perfect view of that stellar ass. Did she really just tell me she was going up to her bedroom to masturbate? Holy fuck... My cock was standing straight up from my lap now, waving gently back and forth like a flagpole. There was no way Mom hadn't seen it when she stood up; in fact I was pretty sure she had been looking right at it when she smiled.
Trying to sound cool, I desperately wanted to somehow get the last word in with her, and so as she began to walk away I managed to speak up and, in my best smart-aleck voice say, "Oh yeah, so does this 'friend' of yours have a name too?"
"His name is James," Mom beamed back, speaking in a confident voice that sounded oddly full of pride.
Mom turned again to leave, the clopity-clop of her sandals melodically clicking away as her curvy backside swayed seductively to and fro, leaving me practically in a stupor.
"This is it, this is really happening," I told myself. "She just invited me back to her room to have sex with her. It wouldn't even be that awkward or complicated. I'd wait a few minutes and go to Mom's bedroom, and she would be lying on her bed, buzzing away with her vibrator and I'd make some lame comment about taking her up on her offer to see "James." After some sexually charged banter she would ask if she could to compare it to the real thing and... well, that would be it. Once her hands made it to my dick the rest of the day would flow naturally from there.
I stood up, feeling completely bathed in the hot rays of the sun as it now reached every part of me. It felt incredible, but nothing compared to the excitement from what I anticipated was about to come. My dick was completely engorged now, determined to have as much sex as my inflamed libido could handle, but so was the rest of me. I could the feel the adrenaline rush throughout my body, wordlessly assuring me that every muscle was in sync, prepared to give me everything it had to the endeavor once I gave the final word to proceed.
The only thing left was for my mind to flip that last internal lever, the one would turn off my ability to reason and give in fully to those primal instincts that would fill my mind and soul with a thirst to fuck this desirable woman as if my life depended upon it. It would take something as drastic as the house being on fire, and a greater instinct, in this case the survival one, to kick in and pull me back once that final switch was flipped. But overall, that closing stage of arousal is like being an animal in heat, and you don't just turn something like that off with ease.
And yet... despite the feelings of lust churning within I knew I had to stop myself, and reluctantly found the willpower inside me to do so. Why? One was a very tangible reason, that being that Dad was going to be home in about half an hour. Who knows, maybe he wouldn't care, hell, maybe he and Mom had concocted this whole thing as a plan to seduce me from the start. Either way, I was in no way prepared to have him walk in and catch Mom and I fucking. Worse yet, Nancy would still be with him, and I certainly didn't want to be caught by his nurse either.
But there was another reason too why I thought I needed to wait. I still hadn't gotten the answers to the questions I had for Mom. Okay, so I found out she was a lot freakier than I ever could have imagined, but the world has plenty of women like that and I doubt the rest of them are also trying to fuck their sons. There was still more to Mom's story she hadn't told me, and until I got the full version I didn't think crossing the line sexually with her was a good idea. I'm sure many would disagree with me on that, but after what I'd been through emotionally with Melissa the last thing I wanted to do here was throw caution to the wind and worry about the consequences later. I did appreciate Mom being forthright about Javon, however, and even managed to decipher the message she had tried to sneak through to me there: that I wasn't Dad and that I need not worry about her doing anything like that if and when we were together. That still wasn't enough to calm all of my anxieties, however, I needed to know the rest. After hearing her story about Javon, I felt there was little Mom could say that would surprise me more. Boy, was I wrong...
To be continued.Dying Wish Ch. 03
James finds out more about his mother's past.
Author's Note: This has been one long serial that won't make much sense unless you start from the beginning. It also moves very slowly, so if a story like that doesn't appeal to you, then you might want to move on to something different.
Once again I felt like I was playing some sort of chess game with my parents, especially Mom. Dad, for all his success as a businessman, was more known for his aggressive, blunt style. You always knew where you stood with him, and that was a good thing. Mom, on the other hand, was proving to be very different. And what was really dumbfounding was that she'd been shockingly candid about some topics that most people would consider extremely private, like (presumably) having a voracious sexual appetite, how her relationship with Dad had been faltering for some time now, and then volunteering a story about how close she'd been to having a casual affair last year when she and Dad were on vacation. And if that wasn't enough, by the end of the day she'd all but invited me to have sex with her too.
A few days had passed since then, and more than ever I felt relieved at not having taken Mom up on that last offer. I had insisted that she be completely forthright with me from now on, about everything, and she'd seemed more than willing to comply, and yet I still felt as if this were all a chess game, with Mom at least three moves ahead of me and was in complete control of the board. The only way I could think of leveling the playing field again would be to once again confront her with my questions, which I felt more and more like she had deftly managed to avoid before. Dad wanted to talk to me first, however, which was fine by me. I could use a little of his no-nonsense candor right now, especially since dealing with Mom these days felt more and more like dealing with, well... a woman.
"What is it Dad?" I asked as I entered his office. He was sitting behind his desk, and while I couldn't see what he was working on he was clearly doing something on his computer. Much as he had promised to stop working a few months ago, old habits die hard, and occasionally I'd find him in here, reading reports and the like.
"Dad, do you really need to work right now?' I asked with some frustration.
"It's not work," he said wearily. I came closer until I noticed he was cycling through different tombstone statues.
"Holy shit," I said. This was one of my responsibilities, and seeing the website instantly reminded me that deadline for choosing which statue we wanted was coming soon if wanted it ready for when we were expecting to need it.
"I'm sorry Dad," I said dejectedly. "I've been so selfish this past while thinking about myself that I let my obligations to you slide."
"No you haven't, son. Besides, when it comes to something like this, I'd rather make the decision myself. But that's why I wanted to talk to you, to make it clear that from now on the only priority you should be focused on is your mother. I've made my peace with her, and I believe with you too. Time is running short, and all I really need from you now is to make sure the two of you are together before I go."
"I'm trying Dad, but it's not as simple as you think. That's about all I can say right now."
"I asked Paula how things were going and she wouldn't say very much either. In fact, she told me you made her promise not to talk about it with me."
"If you want me to do something that's going to have consequences for the rest of my life, then you're going to have to trust me to do it my way, Dad."
"I do son, but there's no shame in getting my help either. I did manage to get something out of your Mom - don't blame her, because she knew I wouldn't stop until I got something - but she told me at one point she really thought you were going to make love to her, but it never happened. I don't expect something like that to be easy for you, but..."
"Truthfully, I've learned to accept that part of what you're asking of me," I interrupted.
"Really?" Dad asked in surprise. "I had just assumed..."
"And it's a fair assumption," I said, interrupting again. I could feel the tension in the room rising as my voice had become more cross, and I tried my best to calm down again. The last thing I wanted to do was take out my frustration of having to discuss this topic out on Dad. What was really bothering me, however, was being reminded at how easily I'd almost succumbed to Mom's advances. It had been a very long time since I'd had sex, and I don't doubt that that played a large role in how I had behaved, in the end I still expected more from myself. I was twenty-four now, not some hormone filled kid that was horny 24/7. This wasn't the first time I'd declined sex either; we've all been in situations where saying "no" was the right thing to do, and I'd had my share by now. It was like Mom had put some spell on me, and once again I felt like if I knew her better, the real her, then maybe this had a chance as a real relationship. The last thing I wanted was to be led around by a woman with my dick being too hard for me to ever think straight; I'd had a few experiences like that early in my dating life and they had all gone horribly wrong.
"Dad, when you asked me to do this, I assumed it wasn't just a sex thing," I began, my voice now calm again. "You wanted me to watch out for Mom, be there for her, to try and take over the role you've had in her life to the best of my abilities. Well, you don't accomplish something like that by just jumping in the sack with her and living happily ever after."
"Except she's not some stranger James, it's Paula. She's been there your whole life, even raised you when you were little and I was gone most the time. She wants to be there for you like she has for me, and there's no doubt she means it. I know you've had trust issues ever since your last girlfriend, but you can't carry that baggage over to Paula. She'd never betray or bail on you like Melissa did, not in a million years."
There was a lot of truth to what Dad was saying but I also needed to consider that his view of Mom was not nearly as pristine as he believed. Did he know anything about Javon or "Javon Jr." or that his wife had a favorite dildo named after me? I doubt it, and that was fine with me, as Dad deserved nothing but the best thoughts and memories of Mom and anyone else he cared about during these final weeks or months he had left. But that didn't mean I was going to blindly follow into his footsteps without having a better understanding of what I was getting myself into.
"I think things would be better if you and Paula spent some time alone together to try and sort things out," Dad offered. "Get away from the distractions around here."
"Dad, you're not a distraction," I said.
"I appreciate that son, but we both know that's not entirely true. And it's not just me, it's your other responsibilities too. You need a couple of days off. Go stay at the beach house for the rest of the week, and bring Paula along with you. Don't worry about me; I'll still be here when you get back. I'm not going anywhere just yet."
It was nice to hear Dad's encouraging tone again. I think a lot of people who didn't know him well mistook him for being this hard-ass with no soul, but underneath the gruff exterior Dad was a loving husband and father with a kind heart. I wanted to do right by him. The beach house he was talking about was something he'd bought Mom for their tenth wedding anniversary, a smallish but upscale place situated right on the coast, fairly secluded and within walking distance of some of the most beautiful sandy white beach you've ever seen.
"Dad, I'm not sure going there all alone with Mom is kind of vacation I need right now," I said frankly.
"Don't worry about Paula; I'll make sure she understands this isn't some romantic getaway. There's two bedrooms and plenty of space to be alone if you want to. Paula will probably spend most of her time on the beach anyway, so you'll have as much time to yourself as you want."
"Okay, you win," I said.
**
We weren't going to be able to depart until early evening, so Mom and I decided to have dinner at home before leaving for the almost three hour drive to the beach house. Although the plan was to only stay for a few days, neither of us was on any specific timetable and so as long as nothing changed back at home with Dad he assured us that we should stay as long as we wanted to without feeling any pressure to return.
It was almost 10 PM when we arrived, and Mom immediately set out to stock a few groceries we'd brought with us while I phoned Mr. Harris, our nearest neighbor. He lived about ten minutes away, and along with the high tech lock and security system kept that the house safe would check in once a week just to make sure everything was well kept and secure. Dad also had a home cleaning service come in once a month to do basic things like dusting, and a landscaping company that came regularly to maintain the outdoor property, all of whom reported to Mr. Harris. Of course, Dad made sure Mr. Harris was well compensated for all of this, and all we really has to do was let him know things like when we were planning to come over and how long we were expecting to stay. After that we both unpacked a few items into our respective bedrooms; I didn't have much but Mom, not surprisingly, had brought several suitcases worth and therefore just put away a few essentials for tonight, leaving the rest for tomorrow.
"I'm feeling pretty tired; think I call it a night," Mom said after we finished. "What about you?"
"I'll stay up a bit longer, maybe do a walk-through of the house to make sure everything looks okay," I replied.
"Okay then, goodnight dear."
I'm not much of a drinker, but I didn't feel like going to sleep just yet, so I made myself a scotch and soda and took it with me as I went to check around the house. I ended back where I started when I was done and, still not feeling quite ready to go to bed, decided to light up the large gas fireplace in the living room and lie down in front of it for a bit.
It had been a very long time since I had been to the house; what was once at least a yearly trip with the family had become a sporadic event at best once I entered my college and then working years, and many of the objects I had run into during my walk around had triggered old memories, good and bad. When I got settled in front of the fire with my drink I noticed something sitting on the white marble mantle above that really took me back, an 8X10 picture taken on my high school graduation day. I'd had various photos taken that day, at the ceremony itself, at the reception party my family had thrown for me afterwards, by myself or with my friends, etc, etc. This one stood out for two reasons, the first being that it was a wider, full body shot as opposed to the other pictures that day which were almost all close-ups, and the other being that only had me and Mom in it.
It wasn't the greatest shot, and for a moment I wondered why Mom, who did all the decorating in the house, would choose to feature it in such a visible spot, and then I chuckled to myself as the reason dawned on me, because it was likely one of the few photos taken that day that showed off her outfit from head to toe. Yes, she could be that vain at times, but frankly I couldn't blame her as my eyes traveled up and down her elegant form. She was wearing a long, navy blue dress, covered with sequins that make it sparkle in the light. The front featured a sharply plunging neckline, enough that I have no doubt she'd turned many a head that day, as I'm sure the spaghetti straps that left her willowy shoulders and back exposed had also done. And if that wasn't enough to take your breath away, the side slit on the left that went all the way to the top of her thigh most certainly would have.
I took the photo from the mantle and lay down in front of the fire with it and my drink, replaying some of the memories I carried with me from that day. The thing that surprised me the most was that I had absolutely no recollection of Mom's outfit. She'd always had this uncanny ability to go to an event like this and look hot without looking slutty. That was something I wouldn't be able to appreciate back then; sure she was pretty, I knew that, but beyond all I could see was "Mom" and nothing else. I saw the photo with different eyes now, however, and as I studied every sensual curve the thought took hold of me that countless men must have lusted for her that day, perhaps maybe even some of my friends, undressing her with their eyes, and that I had remained oblivious to all of it. That didn't say anything bad about me though. In fact, if anything, that kind of naiveté made me a good son, as boys aren't supposed to look at their mothers like that anyway. How quickly I had changed these past few weeks, however, as I could now sense those same feelings of excitement churning inside me that I was certain most men had experienced seeing her that day.
Then another thought hit much harder as I realized that this photo was taken right in the middle of those days when Mom had created those flurry of drawings featuring her and I having sex. Looking at the photo of us in my hand and knowing that was so surreal all I could do for a moment was pretend that it wasn't us, that these were two other people I was looking at.
The more I looked at the picture, however, the more I began focusing on this younger version of myself. I was eighteen in the photo, meaning it was taken six years ago, but the difference between me and the young man in that photo made it seem like far more time had passed. I was just so immature back then in every way. How Mom could ever find herself infatuated with the guy in this picture was beyond me. Sure, I'd say I had better than average looks, and being on the fitness kick I was at the time had a leaner, more muscular body, but even in terms of appearance, I'd say I've improved overall since then. Muscles or not, I still had a more boyish physique, and since then I'd filled out my frame a lot more.
Besides, it wasn't just the physical changes I'd undergone since then, it was everything else too. The boy in that picture was still a virgin; in fact his sexual experience with girls hadn't gone further than the last one who'd given him his first blowjob. He was a walking bag of hormones, not the patient, giving type of lover that an experienced, older woman like Mom would expect. It was bad enough that her eyes had clearly wandered away from Dad, but for her to set them upon the dumb kid I was looking at in the photo was beyond explanation.
Nevertheless, I found myself trying to cobble together some possible scenario between us, trying to guess what could have happened, and since my mind had been brought back to the night of my graduation I decided to use that as my starting point. From what I recall, Dad had gotten a bit food poisoning and ended up turning in very early that night, and the guests, well, they did their best to keep celebrating with me, but it was a clear downer that Dad wasn't there so many of them left early. At the end of the night, I remember sitting on the living room couch with Mom. We talked and joked around, with her doing her best not to make me feel like the party hadn't been ruined with Dad and everyone else leaving so soon. It was good, life was good, and I felt happy.
So what if it had happened right there? It would have been the perfect time, if there was such a thing, for Mom to make a move on me. I imagined her dropping in small flirtations as we talked, and finding ways to make our interaction gradually more physical, like putting her hands on me here and there or maybe hugging me. But in the end, that final barrier between parent and lover would be have to be crossed. I imagined what it would have been like if she'd found the courage to do so, pressing her lips cautiously but passionately into mine. I could picture what eighteen year old me would have thought; of course there would be an element of shock, but for the most part I'm certain I would have been immediately consumed by the excitement of the moment.
It's a sad thing to admit, by I know there wouldn't have been any filter, moral or otherwise, that would have made me stop her or even want to stop her. And it wasn't one of those things where one person exerts their power and authority while the other meekly submits, the type of dynamic that often leads to tragedy in stories like this, but because of the fact that I was so ridiculously horny at this age that there would be few, if any, women I'd rebuff, even my mother. So it made no difference if she was married, or that her husband happen to be my Dad; I wasn't seeing anyone myself, but I doubt that would have stopped me either. If a woman wanted to fuck, even one I wasn't particularly attracted to, then I was down for it.
We'd kiss again and again; not that I was the greatest at it, but once again with this being Mom I'd be way too scared to try anything more than what she had started before she'd pull away and, in the most coquettish voice ask:
"Want to go upstairs, James?"
I'd slowly nod back, "yes," and probably for the first time realize that there was an element of danger to what we were doing with Dad still in the house. We had a large, winding staircase leading to the second floor. Taking a sharp right at the top of the landing would lead down a long hallway the ended with my parents' bedroom, while turning left would take you to my room. I was always glad that having our rooms so far away meant that I never had to deal with the possibility of hearing my parents having sex, or any other uncomfortable situations like that, but of course I also appreciated the relative privacy it gave to me on my side of the house. I knew Dad had gone to bed early, and was likely still sleeping soundly now, but was it really safe enough for us to try something like this? I hesitated for a moment, knowing I would have to completely trust Mom's judgement on this one, before once again being overwhelmed by the excitement that I was probably going to lose my cherry tonight and that I couldn't wait to get started. And with that I took the outstretched hand she offered me and let her guide me up the stairs, following behind like a loyal puppy dog as she took us back to my room. I could feel the energy building up in me, my heart already pounding and the blood frantically rushing to fill my cock. Minus any fears of getting caught there was no doubt I wanted this, and wanted it badly.
We'd get back to my room, standing in mostly darkness but illuminated just enough to see one another from the moon and other light shining through the window. Once again I'd be like in a deer in headlights; this wasn't some Casanova that Mom was bedding tonight and if she wanted this to happen then she was going to have to take the lead. And with that, I'd feel her fingers gently undoing the silk tie she'd been so proud to give me as a gift for the day's event, followed by the artful removal of the accompanying silk shirt she'd picked out for me to wear for the day. The moment wasn't totally surreal, as plenty of times over the years Mom had helped me get dressed or undressed, but none of those times had been sexually charged like this one. The feeling still didn't really hit me though until she undid my trousers and slid them off, allowing her to finally notice my tented underwear.
"My, someone's feeling good today," she'd remark with the sliest of grins. Mom came right up against me, standing only a few inches away, and I looked down and watched as her fingers expertly hooked the waistband on either side of my briefs and slid them down before stepping away and playfully adding:
"I'm afraid you're going to have to take care of your socks, dear."
Mom moved a few feet away, now standing at the foot of the bed, and began removing her dress while I stepped out of my underwear and took off my socks. Naturally, I finished long before she did, and so I stood facing Mom, my erection bobbing in front of me as I watched her get undressed. The style of dress she was wearing didn't allow for a bra, and so those delicious mounds were the first to catch my eye as Mom's dress slid to the floor, but then my eyes quickly focused on the tiny thong panties she had on underneath. They were blue, matching the color of her dress, and easily the sexiest underwear I'd ever seen on a woman. I watched in awe as they now slid down Mom's curvy hips, revealing her beautifully shaved mound, and then saw her pull the blankets to the side and get into my bed.
"Come, James, I want to feel you next to me," Mom said with an almost husky sigh, holding out a hand for me once more. I crawled on top of her and held her in my arms, kissing her long and deep, which initiated another long make out session, although this time our kissing was much more energetic, even frantic. I had a hard time keeping up with her, just trying to do the best I could. I could feel Mom's hands all over me, exploring my body, spending most of the time shamelessly squeezing and caressing my ass, and I immediately thought back to all the girls that had made comments about my rear being one of my most attractive features. Evidently, Mom had made the same observation, as she couldn't seem to get enough of my bum. That was fine by me, as I could already feel my lack of skills and experience as a lover becoming an apparent issue, and so anything that apparently gave her pleasure came as a relief to me.
The feel of her naked body against mine, with my cock grinding against her mound, leaking copious amounts of precum onto her and the bed as we passionately kissed was more than adequate foreplay for me, but for a seasoned woman like Mom... It was hard for me to imagine that I'd be able to satisfy her anywhere near she could with me, but this was going to have to suffice. Looking at my picture, I again couldn't help but wonder how Mom could ever become so infatuated with me, especially considering all the options of lovers she had available to her.
The night wouldn't be a total loss for Mom, however, as there was one talent the Good Lord had blessed me with. I could fuck, I mean really fuck, even from my very first time trying. Not only did I have youth and natural athleticism on my side, but hours and hours put into gym to maximize those traits. In short, I was a tireless, fucking machine, and while many young men might make the same claim, I had something else going for me that most of them didn't, and no, it wasn't a ten inch cock. My seven and a half inches proved plenty for most girls, but that wasn't it either. It was that, even with no experience, my sexual stamina level was off the charts, meaning that while all my friends complained about cumming too soon for their girlfriends liking and exchanged ideas on how to last longer I was able to keep fucking away without a care in the world.
Not that I had this superhuman amount of self-control; far from it, I was probably no better than my friends were in this respect. For whatever reason, however, I would barely lose any of my erection after cumming, or feel any of the other post-coital effects like feeling tired or disinterested. I'd cum and cum and just keep fucking away enough to put the horniest rabbi to shame, only needing a few seconds to get over the delirium that comes with orgasm. It would be a small enough of an interruption that I doubt the girl even noticed or cared, especially if she were caught up in the moment, as was usually the case. And so I'd fill their pussies with my sticky semen, as my ejaculations were no less than anyone else, and then start ramming again, with my cum now leaking out of them as I continued on and on.
"Oh James, oh my god James," I could imagine Mom wailing out as the reality of what was happening to her began to sink in. I pictured myself once again lying on top of Mom, her legs were spread wide and my cock was piercing its way through her entrance as she held on for dear life. The look of shock on her face told me what I already knew. There was no way she'd ever been fucked that hard by Dad, or anyone else for that matter; of that I was certain. The twin sized bed we were lying in would be shaking like something from "The Exorcist," and the speed and force of my relentless pounding would send Mom into such a delirium that she might have momentarily wondered if it the actual devil that had forced his unholy cock between her legs.
"Oh... James... oh..." she would barely be able to pant out, breathing so hard that she seemed on the verge of hyperventilation. I decided to give her a moment to rest, sitting up on the bed and noting both our sweat soaked bodies. Mom took the opportunity to not only take a quick breather but to move up onto all fours, with that delicious apple-shaped ass facing me.
"Care for another go?" she said looking back at me, and flashing the wickedest of smiles. She gave her ass a little slap for me, as if I needed anything more to grab my attention, and I got on my knees and positioned myself behind her. I'd already cum twice by now, and I could see the sticky concoction of our juices oozing out of her glistening slit, but amazingly she hadn't cum yet. I was still rock hard though and more than ready to do something about that.
"Ohh... ohhh," Mom cried out as I pushed my cock all the way in with one decisive thrust. She arched her neck up, wincing, slightly looking upwards to help cushion the penetrating force, and all I could think of was what a beautiful whore I had before me. For whatever reason, I felt the urge to grab a handful of Mom's shoulder length, golden brown hair and pull on it as I resumed my relentless pummeling of her womb.
"Oh my god, that's so good, James. Fuck me harder baby, harder..." she exclaimed. With everything I'd already done, she still wanted it in her harder. I couldn't help but smile a little bit; she really was the most delicious whore. I started fucking her, steadily increasing the pace as I found my rhythm once more. It wasn't long before I was jackhammering into her again, every stroke of my cock bottoming out in Mom's pussy as my loins slapped hard against that glorious ass . I could sense it in her body and her voice now. Just a little more and she'd be there...
"That's it baby, yes, yes... oh my god your cock feels so fucking good," she huffed. "That's it James... James!"
"James, James?"
I looked over my shoulder and saw real Mom standing there, wearing a full length, terry cloth robe over... who knows what. I think most of her bedtime wear was on the sexier side, so covering up now was probably for the best.
"Is everything alright, James? I called you a few times just now and you didn't even hear me."
"Uh, yeah, I'm fine," I lied back. Funny how the default response in uncomfortable situations is to lie.
"You've been out here for almost two hours," Mom said. "Aren't you going to bed?"
"What's with the picture?" she asked, coming closer to see what it was. "You looked like you were in your own, little world."
"I remember that day," Mom said with a reminiscing smile now that she saw it too. "I was so proud of you."
"And you were so beautiful," I said. My comment took Mom by surprise, almost making her blush.
"Is something bothering you, dear?" she asked. She could always read me a lot better than I could ever hope to read her.
"Yeah," I said. Maybe this wasn't the best time for this, but if was going to be preaching the virtues of honesty with Mom then I should probably be doing my part.
"I used to look at this picture, and remember what a great day it was despite Dad falling ill. I used to look at you in it and see the same proud Mom that you just spoke of. But now I know it wasn't just pride you were feeling back then. It was other things too, darker secrets involving us. And I suppose I can't look at something this, or you, the same way ever again."
"I don't know what to say, son," Mom began, her voice choking up, "other than I'm sorry."
"You said something the other day, about getting a second chance. Well, to me a second chance starts with honesty, complete honesty, about everything. I'd tell you to go reconcile your soul with Dad first before even trying with me, but he's going through hell right now and the last thing he needs is for you to make his pain worse by confessing all your sins."
"I understand dear," Mom said, "but it's getting late. We'll talk about all of this in the morning, I promise." She turned and began walking back to her room.
"Mom," I said, making her turn again to face me.
"I was looking at the picture, thinking about the party and how Dad had to turn in early and how all the guests left early too. And then I wondered about what it would have been like if you and I had gone back to my room and made love for the rest of the night. I could see It all happening so clearly, almost like watching a movie. I suppose that's why I got distracted."
Mom was speechless, a rarity for her.
"You did?" she finally managed to say.
"Yeah, but doing so only gave me more questions than answers." Mom was still too flustered to say more, and just remained silent for a moment to see if I had anything more to add. I did.
"For what it's worth, it wouldn't been the worst thing in the world if we had slept together that night. In fact, it probably would have been the greatest night of my life."
"Really?" Mom asked, clearly taken completely off guard.
"But there are other things to consider," I continued, "like for one thing, our crimes would not have been victimless."
"You mean your father..." Mom said, barely audible now. She was truly shaken by the direction this discussion had taken.
"Yeah."
"I see, well, like I said, we'll talk about it tomorrow," she barely managed to utter before turning about and leaving. "Goodnight."
**
I slept in the next day, partly due to being fatigued by the three hour drive out here and partly because I'd stayed up so late. When I got to the kitchen, Mom was already there, saying that breakfast was just about ready and that I should meet her on the patio. So, after taking a quick shower I went to meet her for a meal of coffee, waffles, and fresh fruit.
"I can already tell it's going to be a beautiful day," Mom said with one of her radiant smiles. Just looking at her now made it clear to me how much I'd fully succumbed to her feminine charms, knowing how easily I could lose myself the pool of those deep blues and lustrous smiles. Mom was tittering about, getting the last bits of our meal ready, and even in the simple white chino shorts she was wearing it took all my efforts not to let my eyes get stuck on her well-toned thighs and exquisitely curvaceous bum.
"Just take a seat dear and I'll get everything ready," Mom insisted. As much as I enjoyed being pampered like this it wasn't our typical way, but she was in such a bubbly mood I decided to just go with it for now.
"Can't wait to get out on the beach?" I guessed, trying to explain her giddiness.
"Pardon?" she asked.
"I'm just trying to figure out why you're in such a great mood. I assume it's because we haven't been here in a while and you want to lay out on the beach."
"You haven't been here in a while," Mom corrected. "Your dad and I come out a few times a year."
"Then what is it?"
Mom's face became flustered, but in a sweet, cute way.
"It's just... what you said last night really took me by surprise, but once I got over that... well, never in a million years did I think I'd hear you talk like that about us. It meant a lot to me."
It was interesting, almost amusing to me that Mom could so easily filter the part where I said our making love would have been the greatest night of my life from the part where I admonished her.
"I said it because I've insisted you be completely honest with me and that I'm holding myself to the same standard. Sometimes that will mean hearing things you like, but not always, like I still believe you're a liar and a cheat. Some people would argue, 'Once a cheater, always a cheater,' and most times I would agree, but Dad seems to think you can convince me otherwise. The problem with that logic is that he thinks I'm only acting this way because I'm hung up over Melissa..."
"Aren't you though son?" Mom interrupted. Her voice was surprisingly comforting and heartfelt, enough that I probably should have softened by my tone in response, but I was feeling too tightly wound by this point to hold back.
"The problem is that Dad thinks this is all about Melissa," I repeated, "when the reality is that it's about you. He doesn't know you the way I do, he doesn't know his wife is a liar and a cheat. And I don't have the heart to tell him the truth, because he doesn't deserve to hear that shit right now."
Mom was visibly shaken but then I saw an impressive inner strength emerge as she straightened up in her chair to respond.
"James, there's a lot you understand in this but at least as much that you don't. For example, you don't understand motherhood. The bond a woman forms with her child is something that goes beyond what she feels for anyone else, and it doesn't end after nine months. I would gladly sacrifice my life for yours. Often times, married couples develop a similar bond, and in early days with your father I'm sure I felt the same way, but people change, and sometimes couples drift apart. But a mother's love for her son never dies; if anything, it becomes even stronger."
"Mom, of course I feel that bond with you too; I think it fair to say it goes both ways," trying to sound more conciliatory now. "And as far as trying to understand you better, well, I guess that's why I'm here."
"Good James. I know I've hurt you, and hurt you even more through your Dad, but I've told you I don't want that life anymore. That's why I've already said told you things that I wouldn't dream of telling Bryan. I'm hoping that if I come clean about all of this then you'll trust me enough that we can move on."
"Okay then, I'm all ears," I said.
"How about you help me clean up first," Mom said, as we'd both long finished our meals. "Then, if it's alright with you, I wouldn't mind heading out to the beach to talk. I know a nice, secluded spot where no one will bother us, and it's too nice a day to spend indoors."
We set out for the beach which, as I mentioned, was literally only a few minutes' walk from the house, but Mom insisted we go to another area that few people knew of, a small cove that was more than half an hour away. It was well worth it when we got there, however, a strip of white sand hidden between the rocky coasts like some hidden gem.
"Hardly anyone ever comes here," Mom beamed with satisfaction, "but I've been here several times with Byran. It's not a nude beach, but if you don't mind, I'd love to take this off."
Mom was wearing a sleek, one-piece black swimsuit that already showed off a fair amount with its low back and scooped neckline. I wasn't sure I was ready to see her naked, but I could tell she really wanted to take it off, so I gave in. And so I began setting up the bit of gear we brought with us, trying to avert my eyes of the incredible sight of Mom sliding the suit from her shoulders and pulling it all the way off. I still managed to catch a little from the corner of my eye, amazed at how sensual she was in removing her clothing even when not trying to be.
"Why don't you join me, dear?" Mom asked. "No one is going to see."
I turned around and faced Mom, using my beach blanket to hide my already growing erection, trying my best to act mature about all of this then some dumb teenager. Although I managed to keep eye contact with her, it was hard once again not to be in awe of her breasts. I'd had plenty of friends over the years who were practically obsessed with big breasts, and I had no doubt some of them would have dismissed Mom's B cups for being too small, but if shape counts for anything then Mom's were a work of art. Even at her age, they maintained a perfect tear drop shape, minus the tiniest amount of sag which, if anything, made them even more beautiful. All that capped with the sexiest protruding tanned nipples; I always knew Mom's pretty face and ass were her best features but until recently I'd not realized how much I'd underrated her boobs.
"Mom, I..." I stammered.
"Oh come on dear, no need to be shy. "It's just you and me."
"It's not shyness, Mom, its well... I learned a lot about myself these past few weeks, and one of them is that I'm extremely attracted to you. And if I take my trunks off, it's going to be that much more obvious."
"Come on James, that's the last thing that should bother you," Mom chuckled heartily in reply. "I know for a man your age getting a hard-on is about as normal as breathing... and about as easy too. Enjoy being able to get it up so quickly while you still can; it's not going to be like that forever. Besides, for an old gal like me it's a compliment to know that I can still turn on someone your age."
"You're not old Mom, at least not in any way that makes you less attractive."
"Oh stop stalling and get naked," she gaily laughed, sounding more flustered at my remark than I expected. "I'm not going to attack you our anything like that if that's what you're worried about."
I put the beach blanket down, noting that Mom's eyes had immediately moved to the tent in my trunks, and then slid off my remaining clothes. My cock was completely hard now, pointing straight at Mom like it was a diving rod and she was the pool of water to satisfy by dying thirst.
"My," Mom impishly grinned with a look of approval, "you're bigger than I thought."
"Mom..." I began. "Being here with you, like this... I meant what I said before about needing to get my head on straight before doing anything physical, and frankly I don't trust myself completely right now."
"This place is pretty magical isn't it?" Mom replied. "So romantic. I tried to get your dad to make love to me here a few times, but he was too self-conscious, worried that we'd get caught. And so I admit the thought of you fucking me with that delicious cock of yours sounds pretty wonderful right now."
"Maybe we should go somewhere a little less tempting?" I suggested.
"We could have had sex last night, or this morning, or any other time we're alone from now on, James," Mom chuckled. "No, I can respect your wishes, and be strong enough for both of us if need be. And when the time is right, it'll be right for both of us. It will make it that more special the first time."
"Okay, fine then," I replied, moving over to lie on the beach blanket I'd laid out.
"Do you need to... take care of that first?" Mom asked quizzically, motioning towards my still hard as steel dick. "I could go cool off in the water for a while if you want to be alone."
"No, I'll be fine." Blue balls wasn't something I really had a problem with, and I knew that once we got to regular talking my erection would eventually relax on its own. Mom and I got settled in on our beach towels, and surprisingly relaxed with how things were going. I even felt good about the whole erection scene with Mom, as Dad had told me several times about all the anxiety she was going though, worried that I didn't find her attractive. Well, I was certain those concerns were now put to rest, as Mom seemed noticeably more at ease. I liked and believed what she said about waiting for me when it came having a sexual relationship. I felt like I'd established some boundaries with her that bode well for the future.
"Well, you have a story to tell me, Mom," I said, trying to get the ball finally rolling.
"I guess I do," Mom replied. "And truth be told, I'm happy to talk about it. I've carried a lot of baggage inside these last few years, and there's really no one else I could open up about it with than you."
"What about a shrink?" I suggested.
"I don't want therapy son, I don't want to be 'cured.' If you had a bottle of medicine I could drink that would fix whatever society says is wrong with me I'd toss it straight into the ocean. I don't apologize for the way I feel about you son; other than those first few months where I felt tremendous guilt, the only pain I've had to carry inside came from not having those feelings returned."
I believed her, every word of it, although it was hard not to feel astonished that Mom could sound so cavalier taking about a subject like incest. And yet... I thought about my own experience, noting that the internal struggles Mom had taken months to get over had only taken me a few weeks. The more I started seeing similarities like this between us, the more I really started to believe that sexually speaking Mom and I were not that different. And she'd already hinted at having similar thoughts by implying that she didn't feel sexual compatible with Dad but that she believed things would be different with me.
"It's hard to say for sure exactly when something like this begins, who knows how long those seeds are in you before they start to grow," Mom continued, "but the most sensible place for me to start explaining what happened is with when Ana and I became close friends."
"Ana?" I asked in surprise.
"You remember her, don't you?" Mom asked. "Actually, Ana often kidded to me that she thought you had the hots for her."
It's probably best for me to take a moment to talk about Ana. She was older than Mom, so at the time I remember seeing at the house Mom would have been thirty-six while Ana was around forty-five. She was probably about three inches taller than Mom's 5'5'', with dark features and an olive complexion. I believe she was originally from Croatia, although there wasn't much of any accent when she spoke. Nevertheless, that would give you an idea of her looks, which were noticeably more exotic compared to Mom's more white-bread background. She was the widow of some business tycoon, which is likely how she Mom and met, since they would have traveled in some of the same social circles.
I liked Ana when I met her; she was more gregarious compared to Mom and very feminine in her demeanor. One the starkest differences between Ana and Mom that caught my attention was how Mom always looked, acted, and dressed much younger than her age, which no doubt had much to do with people mistaking her for being a lot younger. With Ana... she just seemed much more comfortable occupying that older woman persona. For instance, she dressed well and her hair was impeccably stylish, but she still gave off the aura of a woman in her mid-forties. Even her hair was this salt-and-pepper color, which looked fantastic on her but once again was an obvious signal that she was not interested in trying to fake her age.
She was a pretty lady, with more piercing features than Mom's more angelic appearance, but the feature that made her stand out more than anything were her breasts. Simply put, they were massive. Not comically so; in fact they went perfectly with Ana's feminine yet robust frame, but no woman could be stacked like that without every man in the room trying his best a peek without being too obvious about it.
There was only one occasion when Mom was busy with something and so my interaction with Ana went beyond a few words into about a twenty minute conversation. She was really nice, friendly, even a little flirty, but even through all it took enormous willpower on my part to focus on her and not those knockers waving in front of her. I'm not good at guessing sizes but whether they were DD, E, F, or whatever all I know is they looked amazing on her curvy yet surprisingly lean frame. I'd only known two women with breasts like that, both of which were also acquaintances of Mom's, but frankly neither of them were nearly as in good shape overall as Ana. They both had breast reduction surgery at some point too, which is fine by me as I don't begrudge anyone for putting her health first, but I always thought there was something hot about Ana having huge, natural tits and not getting anything like that done, as if she knew her titties were a to the world and took as much pride in having them as the rest of us did ogling them.
I didn't recall my interactions with Ava that well, but I was eighteen at the time so I know exactly what I was like - young, dumb, and full of cum, so there's no doubt she would have been the subject of my masturbatory fantasies for at least a short while before I moved on to someone else. I'm sure those breasts would have been front and center in my fantasies too. I'm not even into big tits per se, but that was part of the joy of getting off to a woman like Ana. I didn't have a girlfriend at the time, but I was diligently searching for one, but in hindsight I can say that my search parameters were strikingly narrow, basically someone who was more or less like me. Nevertheless, I was still horny all the time, so getting aroused over someone who didn't fit the bill of what I was looking for was often much more exciting. Ana was my mother's friend and nearly three times my age. I certainly found her attractive enough physically and personality wise, so the idea of one of us seducing the other and ending up in bed would have definitely turned me on enough that I'm sure I would have fantasized about it at least a few times.
"You didn't answer me dear," Mom said, interrupting my thoughts about Ana.
"Sorry Mom, I guess I started daydreaming a bit."
"I asked if you remembered Ana, and that she liked to tell me that you had the hots for her."
"I remember her, and yeah, I guess the other part is true too."
"Really?" Mom asked, sounding quite intrigued now.
"I mean, I've never seen tits like that outside of a porno," I chuckled, "and she was pretty too, certainly attractive for her age."
"You watch pornos?" Mom curiously asked.
"I would when I wasn't seeing anyone. If I did have a girlfriend, I dunno, I just didn't feel right lusting after someone else. But most of the time I was single, and horny 24/7. I'd have to get off 3-5 times a day just to be able to function normally the rest of the time, so pornos were part of my diet, although I would have gotten along just the same without them."
"That's kind of sweet that you didn't want those things while you were seeing someone, but I bet you drove those poor girls crazy too."
"I did," I laughed back. "And if I had to look at things from their perspective, it's probably for the best that they held back. There's a difference between loving sex and loving orgasms, and unfortunately I was mostly the latter back then. I doubt they enjoyed being with me very much, and I can't blame them. Trust me, you would have been just as unsatisfied as they were if something had happened between us back then."
"I think you're being way too hard on yourself," Mom insisted, "and even if you were selfish with those other girls... well, let's just say you don't know what I know."
"Okay then, go on," I said.
"Very well. Ana and I hit things off quickly and very soon became close friends. This is when you were gone most of the time at college, so you wouldn't have known, but for a long stretch Ana would come by or I'd go visit her three or four times a week, and even the days when we weren't visiting we'd be on the phone for at least an hour a day. It was really nice to have someone to spend time with; you know I have trouble making friends, and your father seemed busier than ever even though he kept promising me he was going to cut back on his workload..."
"I'm sorry things were like that for you, Mom," I couldn't help but interject. "Dad, and me for that matter, just assumed you were okay with that arrangement."
"Well, Bryan certainly knew how I was feeling, but that's a story for another day. As for Ana, I really enjoyed being with her. It was nice to be with someone more outgoing that me, and she was a good influence on me that way. After getting to know each other a bit though, it became pretty regular for most of our conversations to center around sex. Like me, Ana had a very 'healthy' appetite for it, but she hadn't dated much since her husband died and was feeling more than a little sexually frustrated. And so it became an outlet for her and I to talk about what we liked, reminisce about the past, and even share fantasies. Ana had a lot to say, and certainly added more flavor to our talks with her being bisexual."
"Oh really?" I asked, a bit surprised by that last revelation. Mom seemed somewhat worked up as she said it, in an odd way that's hard to explain, but enough so that I felt the need to ask a question:
"What about you, Mom? Do you like girls?"
"Well, that came out of nowhere," Mom replied, still sounding a bit flustered.
"Maybe... or maybe not," I said. She still seemed somewhat uncomfortable, so unlike what I'd seen from Mom lately, that I tried to calm things down by keeping my voice relaxed and steady.
"It's just... I swear almost every girl I meet these days is bi or bi-curious. It's practically become a cliche for me at this point."
"Really?" she asked, sounding genuinely surprised.
"No, I'm exaggerating, although sometimes at college it felt like that was certainly the case. And you have no idea who's telling the truth either. I think some of them just said that because they knew most guys are turned on by it and liked the attention by saying so; I suppose I could at least understand that. The ones who would do the opposite were the most confusing for me, however, girls that would tell me they've had sex with women and enjoyed it but swear up and down that they were still straight."
"You really had this type of conversation often at college?" Mom asked.
'"Enough that I knew that this straight, white male was completely over his head talking about it," I laughed back. "I've always had the distinct impression that it's very different for men than it is for women though. Call me an ignorant, dumb man if you want to, but I've never been able to shake that feeling."
"What feeling?"
"That women are way more likely to be bi than men are. I get that a lot of that is a society thing, I'm not so stupid as to not see that it's much more acceptable for women to experiment than men, and being one of those straight men that gets off on lesbianism probably warps my view of reality too, but it is what it is. You didn't answer my question though, about whether you like girls."
"It's hard to give a definite answer. I mean, I thought about it a few times and kissed a few girls at parties when I was growing up. We'd say we were doing it to tease the guys, but at least in my case I enjoyed it too. After I met your Dad though, that sort of thing came to an end."
"Well, I would have been one of the guys at those parties, but I've changed a lot since then."
"Do you still like watching girls together?"
"I guess, I mean I've always thought it was hot, two women being soft and sensual with one another. I even think it's very feminine, which is maybe why I don't see it as a big leap for a straight woman to become bi. Being able to share that energy with them in a threesome was my biggest fantasy for a long time."
"But not anymore? Did you ever do it?"
"No, and it's not even something I think about anymore, other than to say if I were to do it I'd hire a couple of high-priced call girls, meaning I don't agree with being in a relationship and then bringing other people into the bedroom. I know other people do it and are perfectly happy and that's great for them, but I don't want it."
"Are you sure?" Mom asked teasingly.
"Yes," I replied with conviction.
"James... I don't want to get ahead of myself here, but I might as well tell you now that Ana and I fooled around a few times," Mom said with trepidation. "I'm sorry dear, I know that's the last thing you want to hear right now."
"I guess I don't even need to ask whether Dad knows about any of this," I grumbled in frustration. "And that I wasn't exaggerating at all when I called you a liar and a cheat... unless you're going to be one of those people that says it 'doesn't count' when it's a woman..."
"No, it counted James, at least for me, but there are other factors involved that you don't know about."
"I get it all right," I snapped back. "Dad wasn't satisfying you; you've all but admitted that to me at this point. So Ana was horny one day and made a move and, against your better judgement, you gave in and had sex with her. It's not that complicated to piece together."
"There is more to it than that, but since you were asking if I liked girls I thought it would only make things worse to mention Ana later rather than admit to it right now. To answer your question, yeah, it was nice in its own way, but no, I don't consider myself bi."
"See, I don't even understand what that means. If you liked it, then you like women, and you are bi, even if you still consider yourself mostly straight."
"Maybe we'll save that conversation for another day," Mom replied. "What's more important is that you understand what happened with Ana."
"Fine," I relented. "Go on."
Since Mom had a lot to say, I'll relate this next part from her point of view:
As I said before, Ana would spend a lot of time with each other, and it very quickly became obvious that our favorite topic of conversation was sex. She'd done plenty of wild things in her past, including participating in a couple of orgies. Her husband was a lot like Bryan in many ways, being way more conservative sexually that Ana, except unlike Bryan he had given his consent to them having an open marriage. That might have been the best arrangement for them, because listening to Ana made it clear that she had little interest in being monogamous at the time. Her husband at least recognized that before they got married, and didn't try and make her adopt a lifestyle that she wasn't capable of living.
I'd listen to Ana's frenzied stories and I knew that in many ways she and I were similar, even though I'd done a fraction of the things she'd done. And most of that, frankly, was because of Bryan. I had no problems being faithful to him, but even within the confines of marriage there's plenty of room to be exciting, and he simply wasn't that type of man. As the years passed and my frustrations grew I found myself making certain compromises, the biggest one being that I'd been so devoted to your dad that I wouldn't even think about other men. By the time I'd met Ana that taboo of mine had been thoroughly broken, and so when she'd tell me her stories from her past or things she fantasized about now I'd have no problem substituting myself in her place and visualizing those stories happening to me.
Even the lesbian stories would turn me on, as one of Ana's favorite activities was to try and seduce straight women, often older married women but even younger girls too sometimes. I remember her telling about this one wife she'd had an affair with for over the year despite the woman insisting again that she was both straight and monogamous. Ana told had made repeated attempts at seducing her and the woman had rebuffed her again and again, but Ana was determined to have her and wouldn't give up. Finally, the woman had given in, and after having had sex with her a few times Ana said she was not only one of the best but one of the wildest lays she'd ever had. Even though I'm not a lesbian stories like that would really excite me; stories about women finding passions within them that they never knew existed.
What was really crazy though was that Ana told me a few years later she needed a babysitter and the woman's now eighteen year old daughter had happened to apply for the job. She was very different than her mom, bookish and shy, but cute with a tasty body that had just blossomed into womanhood. Ana had lusted for her from the day they met for her interview, and so of course the girl got the job. Ana took her time, getting to know the girl and slowly break through her defenses. She was a virgin and, just like her mom, certain that she was completely straight, but Ana kept on it and with remarkably little difficulty managed to seduce her as well. The daughter wasn't the wildcat her mom was, but just as hot in her own way, and by the end of their affair had become quite good in bed as well as an avowed bisexual.
"I only wish..." Ana would lustily say, not sure if she should finish her thought.
"What?" I'd ask, surprised to see Ana of all people holding back any of dirty thoughts.
"I only wish I could have had them... you know... together," Ana would then say.
"Ana, you nasty slut," I'd laugh back. "Don't say gross shit like that."
"It wouldn't be gross, it'd be amazing," she chuckled, "and you know it."
Times like that, I could feel Ana gently testing me, trying to gauge my reaction. But where she really seemed to be testing me lately was by bringing up her only child David from time to time.
"What do you think of him, Paula?" she'd ask.
"What do you mean?" I'd reply.
David was a sweet, young man, about twenty-five years old. He'd had a bit of a rocky relationship with Ana over the years, much of it to do with his disapproval of her sleeping around, but after his father's death the two of them had become close again and found a way to reconcile their differences. A lot of that had to do with Ana putting her wild past behind her; she hadn't been with anyone for well over a year despite being single again and genuinely seemed interested in settling down.
"I mean, what do think of him, Paula? Come on, you're a woman. You must have an opinion."
"Was Ana really asking me if I found David attractive?" I asked myself.
"He seems to have grown up into a nice man from the few times we've spoken," I replied.
"Would you or wouldn't you?" Ana asked decisively.
I stared back, trying to figure out what Ana was trying to say. Would I date David? Fuck him? What was the point of this line of questioning? The truth was, I did find David attractive. He was tall and handsome, with a robust build like his mother's, although in David's case that meant having naturally brawny shoulders and a broad chest. He also the cutest of smiles, something I've always found hard to resist.
"I suppose... if I weren't married and David wasn't your son... I would," I replied uneasily. "I'm not sure what the point of this is though."
"Just curious," Ana replied, smiling impishly. "I mean, we all have impulses, whether we are willing to acknowledge them or not. Just like I've noticed what a handsome man James has become."
"Why are you bringing up my son?" I asked. "In fact, why are we talking about your son?"
"Nothing," Ana answered, sounding agitated now. "I'm sure if you and James were stranded on a desert island you would prance around in the most revealing loincloths ever and still be the perfectly chaste mom and son, happily oblivious to each other's charms for the rest of your lives."
"What are you talking about, Ana? Why are you bringing up James?"
"I'm sorry, Paula; I'm kind of a mess right now. It's me and David. It's been too hard for me to talk about with you, but I feel like I'm' bursting at the seams and need to get it all out with someone. A lot has happened between him and I these past few weeks."
"Like what?' I asked.
"It started simply enough. I knew David never approved of some of the lifestyle choices I made and, frankly, I've been looking to turn over a new leaf too, and so I unburdened my soul to him. Every man and woman I've slept with, every wild sex party I've been to, and everything in between... I laid it out all on the table for David's handsome eyes to see. He was so consoling and gentle, even loving about it, and the more I thought about my life the more realized that all I wanted now was to be with the right man for the years I have left. And then I knew that man was already with me, staring back intently as I spoke."
"But for you to want David of all people," I asked. "Literally anyone else would be a better choice."
"And I would say literally anyone else would be a worse choice," Ana countered back with a chuckle. "There's no man I could love more than David and vice versa, just as I'm sure you'd say about James. I actually see a lot of parallels between our situations even if you choose not to."
"Let's keep the discussion on you and David, please," I said uneasily.
"I'm sorry, Paula. It's an uncomfortable subject, as it should be. For most mothers and sons it probably a huge mistake, you were right to more or less say so before. But I also believe there are exceptions like me and David and, if you're ever willing to open your eyes, you and James as well."
"I don't know why you keep mentioning my son in this," I huffed back. "He's nothing like David anyway. Your son is twenty-five and, from what you told me, been in a number of relationships already. Mine is barely eighteen, and I'm pretty sure a virgin at that."
"And as good looking as his mom ever was," Ana added with a small chuckle. "I've spoken to James a few times, seen those beautiful eyes of his when they weren't trying to ogle my tits, and even flirted with him a little. He's a lot more like you than he is his father. And he seemed to be doing more than an adequate job filling those shorts he was wearing that day. So what if he's a virgin? All that means is he needs a woman with an experienced, confident hand, one that can make him feel at ease and show him how to do it right. Anyone you know that fits the bill, Paula?"
"Ana..." I said, becoming really irritated now.
"I'm sorry, Paula. Fine, back to me and David, although if I've made any case at all for you and James please don't hold it inside the way I tried to do with my son. Alright, back to David. I had just poured out my soul to him, and was practically in tears as he took me into his arms to console me. I felt the soothing love passing back and forth between us, and I knew it wasn't just the love of a mother and son, but a man and a woman. I had bared my soul to him, confessed all my sins. The last words I had spoken to him had been lamenting how I wished I could have had the right man to make an honest woman of me."
"I looked up at David from our embrace, surprised at how his lips were only inches away from mine. He knew I was talking about him, I could see it in his eyes. I wanted him so badly to kiss me, to take me however he pleased. My entire body, mind and soul were ready for him to make that honest woman of me in whatever fashion he desired. I looked into David's eyes again, doing everything I could to silently convey to him that I was his woman and that I desperately needed him to consummate that bond between us now. But it never happened. I thought about kissing David instead, but instantly recoiled at my sudden lack of confidence. I'd never been this bashful with anyone else before, but this was David, my David, and I couldn't proceed with anything that would change our relationship so radically unless I was certain that he wanted it too."
"Just when I felt certain that he'd take the initiative and kiss me he pulled away. I don't know what caused it - fear, a change of heart... all I knew was that I was devastated. I ended up alone in my bedroom, balling my eyes out as I lamented what could have been. I know it sounds silly, like some teenager crying over being rejected, but the feelings cut much deeper than that. If you've ever wished your love for your son could grow into something more the way I have with David then you'd know exactly what I was going through. He was the perfect lover for me, and every part of my mind, body, and soul desperately wanted him."
"I can't get over the way you're talking about all of this, Ana. Its incest... doesn't that matter at all to you? And then to keep mentioning James and me as well... it's all so wrong."
"You've been married for what, almost twenty years, Paula? And I was married for twenty-seven. Both of us loved our husbands in our own way, but both of us have also known that something in those relationships was seriously lacking. I dealt with it my way, and you've dealt with it with yours, but we both have a lot in common here. That's why I can understand you not wanting to have an affair, but I also think if the opportunity ever arose of having one with James then you'd be crazy to turn it down."
"Yeah, letting a stranger get into my pants, terrible idea... letting my son do it, perfectly okay," I said mockingly back. "I think you've finally lost your mind, Ana."
"Actually, I think it's terribly romantic. You've cock blocked all these other men with ease over the years but if James wanted you badly enough then you'd be unable to resist him. James is not some random guy, he's the man in this world that you love the most. There's something really beautiful knowing that your love is so strong that wouldn't deny him anything, including your bed, if his passions demanded it from you."
"Ana, please," I countered, "James is barely eighteen..."
"If you mean he's too innocent for something like that, then you need a little education on the mind of the eighteen year old male," Ana laughed back. "Trust me, he's a little horn dog with sex on his mind 24/7. I talked to him for fifteen minutes with the tiniest bit of flirting and could already tell how much he was dying to fuck me. And if you mean he's too innocent to be any good in bed, then that's where you come in. I'm sure you'd be the good mama and teach James everything he needs to know."
Luckily, Ana went back to talking about her David, as I'd been genuinely off put with the way she'd spoken about the two of us, but deep inside I knew much of it had struck a chord with me, especially with regards to my feelings of emptiness when it came to my relationship with your dad. Everything we had, the money, the houses, and cars... of course I appreciate everything Bryan did to get them, but none of it really matters if you aren't being fulfilled emotionally.
So yeah, I could have been like these other rich wives and fucked my tennis instructor behind my husband's back- he was nice and handsome with a more than healthy bulge in his shorts and had already made a few attempts to get inside my pants, but that's not the life I wanted. So the more I thought of Ana's crazy solution, the less insane it sounded. And listening Ana talk about David, even sharing her sexual fantasies about him... it was hard not to get caught up in all the passion, the love, the unadulterated lust. It felt weird, and I knew it was wrong, but there was no doubt that it excited me too.
In the days that followed, Ana kept me up to date with what was happening with her and David. It sounded more and more like she was right and that David had gotten cold feet the other day rather than rejected her for other reasons, and she was trying to figure out a way to solve the problem.
"If you're so sure David feels the same way about you, then why not take the initiative?" I asked. "It's not like you to hold back like this anyway."
"You mean I should barge into him room and demand that he fuck me?" Ana chuckled back. "Maybe with someone else I would, but this is my David. He's sweet, and soft, and sensitive... the perfect lover I need in my life right now. Not that I think he's above throwing me on the ground and fucking me senseless too, which would be more than fine by me, but I'd rather let him make that call. It's our first time, Paula. I need to be careful about this, make sure it all feels right and good and natural, for both of us."
"So, do you have any ideas then?" I asked.
"I've been suggesting to David that we do something together, you know, get out of the house, and the other day he asked if I wanted to go this movie I've wanted to see for some time now. Maybe that will help set the stage a little, especially if it has a 'date' feel to it."
A few days passed and Ana spent much of it talking about her big "date" with David. Her excitement was real, and she went all out for it, getting her nails and hair done for the event. I helped her pick out an outfit to wear, and even spent an afternoon with her at a lingerie shop helping her choose something to wear for later on in the evening. The coral red bra and panty set she bought featured a remarkably beautiful embroidery pattern and the deep V neck showed off Ana's amazing boobs perfectly.
As for me, as much as I first tried to deny it my enthusiasm over the big day was also rapidly growing as the date drew nearer. I was still very reluctant to admit that I had similar feelings towards you, but had come to terms that Ana's relationship with David was something I found both intriguing and exciting even if hadn't totally accepted it from a moral point of view. On the big day I went to visit Ana one last time.
"Ana," I said sheepishly. I knew Ana would be the last one to judge me, but I still felt more than a little uncomfortable talking about what I was feeling inside when it came to this topic. "I... well with everything going on with you and David I felt the urge to put some of those feelings to paper and, well.... here, I made these for you."
I handed Ana a couple of drawings that I'd frantically put together in the last couple of days. "Frantic," in the sense that there was a gauntlet of emotions I'd experienced while creating them including sexual frustration, arousal, love, and guilt. In terms of quality, however, they were among the best drawings I've ever done, with bright colors and startling realism.
"Wow, this is amazing," Ana cooed over the first drawing.
It was an image of her and David standing side by side, holding hands in a rather basic pose, peaking slightly at one another with loving smiles. The big reveal, of course, was that they were both in the nude. David had such a stout, masculine physique and I made sure to angle them both to highlight that contrast between him and Ana's busty, ultra-feminine form, adding an element of eroticism to what I felt was a very pleasing sight.
I titled it, "Our Secret Garden," inspired by the book of similar name, and drew various flowers and other vegetation curled around the edges. There was a sweet innocence and beauty to it that almost brought me to tears, with the erotic elements only shown as undertones one needed to pay close attention before being revealed. It summed up the way Ana had talked about her and David, as well as me and you, a representation of mothers and sons everywhere who not only shared a beautiful love for one another but a secret attraction and lust. As much as I loved the picture with all its subtleties, something inside me knew it needed a follow-up, and so I drew a second one, almost identical to the first, except in this drawing David was sporting a full erection that Ana had circled her fingers around as if she were slowly masturbating him.
"Oh my god, Paula, I love this one so much," Ana gushed when she saw it. "Despite my suspicions about you and I being alike on this subject I was still so scared to bring it up with you, but now I know that you understand, that you feel the same way I do. Do you have a title for it?"
"No, it's a basically a part two of the first one," I replied.
"How about, 'Passions Unleashed?'" she offered.
"It's a gift, so you can call it whatever you like. There is one final drawing however..."
The final drawing had given me the most pause to create, but if there was anyone I could show it to it was Ana. In it, she was lying on her back with her legs pointing straight up, with the far, right leg drooped over David's shoulder and the left leg being firmly held up by him at the ankle. David lay between Ana's legs, his groin pressed up against the bottom of her thighs and with a wild look of desire in his eyes as rode her.
"Are you sure that's spelt right?" Ana asked with a sly wink. "I think that's supposed to be 'c' and then 'u?'"
The caption underneath said, "Mother and Son coming together at last."
"Well it's supposed to be a double entendre," I started before realizing that Ana was teasing me. We both laughed.
"I'm so glad we can talk about this, Paula. You don't know how good it makes me feel to know that I'm not alone. I love this drawing, the raw passion, the pure lust. I admire your skills, even envy them. And when you're ready, I hope you'll use them to create the drawings you really wanted to."
"What, I don't understand?" I asked.
"You and James. As much as I'd like to think that David and I could inspire you this much, in the end I know that we're merely a poor substation of what really drives you."
"What?" I asked, still a little in shock.
"When you're ready to admit it, the lovers in your drawings will be you and James. You can't tell me you could draw images like this without wanting to do the same with you and James. Whenever you're ready to talk about it, I'll be here for you Paula. Remember, you're among friends. But tonight I've got my own seeds to sow, as the saying goes."
Ana put her hand over mine and gently squeezed it, and while I was still unable to respond I knew she right about me having crossed a line with you emotionally that I wasn't going to be able to undo. It would take a while for me to work through the chaotic feelings I was going through, but she had been right about one thing. With all the men trying to seduce me that I had rebuffed over the years, I would not have had the willpower to deny you. Moreover, I didn't want to deny you.
**
"Wow, that's quite the story," I said, bringing Mom back to the present. It did answer a lot of my questions, although it was still bewildering to me that Ana could have had such a strong influence on Mom that she could want to have an incestuous relationship with me.
I certainly felt for her; even with the hints I'd been recently getting from her I still had no idea how unsatisfied Mom had felt in her marriage, and that it was only her sense of duty to Dad and myself that had kept her from pursuing other relationships, sexual or otherwise. And as for her shifting her attention towards me? She wanted more than just sex; he wanted love and companionship, something which she and I already shared unconditionally. Undeniably, however, there was a sexual angle to her desires as well. Mom could feel all that she was feeling without wanting to go to bed with me. Clearly, part of her found incest exciting, or at least mother-son incest, and not just in some abstract, fictional sense; otherwise she wouldn't have listened so intently to Ana's desires to bed her own son. I wasn't going to hold that against Mom though, not only because I promised her I wouldn't judge but because I obviously had similar tastes.
Mom had her phone out while I'd taken these last few moments contemplating everything she had told me, and I asked her what she was doing.
"The night of Ana's date with David... she and I texted each other several times, and I still have them on my phone. I was going to let you read them."
"Mom, that's really not necessary..." I uncomfortably began.
"It is necessary, James. What did you call me the other day? 'An incest-loving slut?'"
"I'm sorry, Mom, I shouldn't have talked to you that way..."
"No, you were right to say it, because it's the truth. I am that, and a whole lot more. I can't make up for that, other than to promise you that I won't keep any secrets from you the way I did with Bryan. You demanded total honesty from me, and that's what you're going to have. From my phone to my artwork to the dildos in my nightstand, anything that's mine is yours whenever you want them."
I wasn't looking for the kind of relationship where I was going to be spying on my significant other, but I didn't think that was the spirit of what Mom was getting at either. She'd violated my trust in her, as well as Dad's, and she knew how much it had hurt me. This was her way of trying to get a clean slate again.
"Okay, I'll take a look," I said taking the phone from Mom's hand and settling back to lie down again. "Why do you still have these? I mean, they're six years old."
"I guess they have a sentimental value to me. Ana had wanted David so much to be her lover that it pained her inside, and this was the night it finally happened. Reading them reminded me how excited she was feeling that night, and how excited I was for her too. It's been a long time since I looked at them, but I used to really get turned on reading them. They're more of a memento now than anything else."
Ana: Outfit looks great Paula, thx for your help. D loved it too, his compliments didn't sound like a son talking to his mom at all. Feel so dolled up tonight with hair and nails, but horny too. Like a new bride waiting to get fucked. Lol
Paula: Wow, so excited for you, Ana. Hope all goes well.
Ana: At the movies with D now. He looks so handsome too. Movie we're seeing is rom-com, but rated R. Should be spicy!
Ana: Didn't expect to have nudity/ sex in the movie, but was fun to see D's face when I put my head on his shoulder during a particularly sexy scene. Even better when he put his arm around me too.
Aba: Hot stuff on screen; for a moment thought D would kiss me during one scene but didn't. That's okay, still have rest of night for that. Hope you're still with me Paula.
Paula: Still here. All alone tonight with nothing else to do. Trust me, hanging on your every word here, girl. Lol
Ana: Went to a club for a nightcap and a little dancing. God, D is so hot. I'm so horny right now I'd suck his dick on the dance floor if he asked me to. Could feel the sexual tension rising after a couple of dances. Last one was slow and D had his hands all over my ass. I know he wants me, P.
Ana: Finally happened, P. D kissed me as we danced. I was too excited to say anything, and then D looks me in the eye and says he's taking me home. Not afraid or embarrassed, but taking charge. I love my man so much.
Ana: I'm waiting here for a bit while D gets the car. God, I am so turned on we might not make it home. My son's going to fuck me tonight, P. Even typing the words is making me wet, P.
Paula: Be strong, girl. You said you wanted to do this right, not get laid in the backseat of a car. Besides, you look way too hot in that lingerie to not let D see you in it.
Ana: You're right P, as usual. Love you and so glad you are a part of this.
Ana: Had to do everything I could not try anything in the car. Wanted to suck D off so badly, or at least use my hands on him. Wish you could see D now, P. So turned on, so much fire in his eyes. Can't remember the last time a man looked at me like that. Well, maybe your son did. Lol
Ana: J/k. No one James wants to fuck more than his own mom. Trust me, D is the same way with me, and me with him.
Paula: Don't make jokes about J now. I'd say you have your own situation to deal with.
Ana: Sry again, P. Didn't mean to go off like that. Just hope you get to do this with J one day.
Paula: Are you home yet?
Ana: Yeah, we practically attacked each other kissing once we got in the front door. D's tongue in my mouth felt so good as his hands felt me up. He really is the man tonight. He knows I'm all his for the taking.
Paula: Jesus, it's really happening. You're really going to fuck David.
Ana: I could feel D's cock pressed against me as we kissed. I know how bad I sound for saying things like that about my son.
Ana: Told D I had something to show him and to wait for me in my room. Just went past the room and saw him in my bed with covers up to his waist and clothes piled off in corner.
Ana: He's naked, P, I'm sure of it. He's lying in my bed, P. I bet his cock is so hard. Holy fuck, I'm such a slut for him, but I love it.
Paula: Go put on that bra and panties we bought, A. D's eyes will pop out when he sees you, guaranteed.
Ana: Sry, P, I can't. My hands are shaking so much I can barely type this.
Paula: Are you Ok?
Ana: D's in my bed, waiting naked for me, P. So nervous I'm shaking. But I'm so wet too. Never been this nervous and wet before. I don't even think I can change properly. Help, P.
Paula: Do you have one of those cute bathrobes you keep at your place nearby?
Ana: Yes
Paula: Just take everything off and put the robe on. Walk up to the end of the bed all sexy and then stop and let it slide off your shoulders to the ground.
Paula: Trust me, D will lose his mind when he sees that hot body you have naked for the first time.
Ana: Thanks for being there for me, P. Hope I can do the same for you when its your turn with J.
Ana (next morning): Holy fuck, P. What a crazy night. D was amazing, forgot how good a man who knows how to fuck can be.
Paula: It was really that good, huh?
Ana: D couldn't get enough, neither of us could. It wasn't just that though. You know why it was so good.
Paula: Because D is your son. I know I've been holding back on the subject, but I do get it, P. You were right about me and J.
Ana: So glad to hear you admit it.
Paula: Call me this afternoon when you get a chance. We'll talk about it, and you can give me all the details about you and D.
Ana: Might have to wait until tonight. Pretty sure D wants to fuck me again, had that look in his eye just now.
Ana: Horny bastard. That's okay, I know where get gets that from. Lol
Paula: Damn, it's been so long since I've done anything like that.
Ana: Let me help you with James. Please, you deserve to feel as good as I do right now.
Ana: Talk later. D just called me back to bed. We're going to be busy for a while. ;)
"I can't believe how many times Ana mentioned me," I said, giving Mom her phone back.
"It was a big deal to her," Mom replied. "She'd never been happier in her life than she was with David, not even with her husband. Ana knew all about the struggles I was having with your Dad and felt I could find the same happiness with you."
"And what about you, Mom? What did you think?"
"I... I don't think either of us wanted to turn this into a competition between you and your Dad, but at some point it was inevitable. You were only eighteen at the time, and I doubt emotionally ready for the kind of relationship I wanted from your Dad. Ana thought otherwise, and for a while I even convinced myself that she might be right, but in hindsight I'm glad nothing happened."
"I'm not sure you answered my question," I said.
"You're not your Dad," Mom said. "I know in a lot of ways you try to be, and I understand why, but I think in terms of personality you're mostly like me. I gave you a small taste of that before when I said Bryan and I used to come here and I'd want to make love and he'd refuse. Something tells me the answer would have been very different with you. It's not just the sex though, it's everything. I feel like I'm on a much closer wavelength with you than I ever have with Bryan."
"It's funny when you bring up Dad... you're right, he has been my biggest role model, not just in terms of life in general but even more specific things, like romantic relationships. I always thought you and he had the perfect marriage, and so I thought emulating him would produce the same result for me. After Melissa, though... I felt like I had brought on much of what happened to me. I promised myself that I was going to spend a lot more time with my next girlfriend, try to be more attentive to her needs, even if it meant taking more of a backseat role at work rather than be in charge of everything like Dad was."
"That's definitely not your Dad talking now," Mom said with a slight chuckle.
"When all this mess happened with Dad, and he asked me to be with you, it didn't change any of my plans other than who he was asking me to be with. Whether it was legal or not, I wanted us to get to the point one day where you'd be proud to call me 'husband' and want me to call you my wife. That we could be happy to spend the rest of our lives together, raising our children... and then I found out about all the lies and deception. You're not the woman I was proud to have as a mother growing up, you're not the devoted wife Dad thinks you are..."
"Honey, I am what I am. I'm sorry I wasn't the perfect Mom you thought I was, but maybe you shouldn't have put me on such a pedestal in the first place. But the only cardinal sin I'm committed against you is for being the 'incest loving slut' you called me before."
"I wish you'd stop quoting me on that..." I said with discomfort.
"You were justified to say it, son. In fact, I wouldn't blame you for wanting me out of your life altogether for it. No son deserves to have an incest loving slut for a mother. But somewhere along the line you realized maybe I wasn't so terrible, or maybe we're both only a little terrible but that it's something you can live with. As for all my other sins, no, I haven't been perfect, and yes, I have regrets. But if you can forgive those sins then I'd be more than happy for us to try and build a life together."
"Mom, I'm sorry if I came across as judgemental," I said.
"It's okay, James. You have high standards, even if we're talking about me."
"Well, if that's everything, then I guess I need to do some thinking before I decide what to do next."
"It's not everything, there's more you need to know," Mom said.
"Right, you mentioned something with Ana. Honestly, I'm kinda over that now. Not that I condone it, but I think I get the gist of what happened. You were unhappy with your love life with Dad, got lonely and one day something happened with Ana. As much as I say that it's no different cheating with a woman, in a case like this I don't really believe the emotional impact is the same, probably because I am one of those men that gets turned on by those things. I wish that weren't the case, but it is. "
"There's more to it James, a lot more," Mom said with such a pensive voice that I couldn't help but take notice. "But it's getting late and we should get home. I promise to tell you the rest after that though."
To be continued with the final part. Thanks to all who have made it this far.Dying Wish Ch. 04
Dad and Mom finally get their wish.
Author's Note:
Thanks to all for being so patient and apologies for taking so long to finish this story. It is a long chapter, and I was very tempted to split it into two parts, but I have had submissions get stuck in the queue before and didn't want to take the chance that the final part might get delayed too long. Once again, thanks to all who have been very supportive of this series. As always, all characters in sexual situations in this story are eighteen years or older.
It was the next morning since Mom had made her latest confession to me. She had wanted to talk more last night, but Dad had called to see how we were doing, and we ended up spending the better part of the evening on the phone with him.
I was still lying in bed, trying to digest everything Mom had said and trying to take everything in that had happened. The more I thought about it, the more I realized that yesterday was an attempt to seduce me. It had to be. Mom had taken me to a secluded, cozy spot, removed her clothes, coaxed me to do the same, and then talked about how much she wished Dad had made love to her in this special place, finally adding that she knew things would be different with me. It had to all be a ploy, and I felt so dumb for not having realized it.
I wished I could read Mom's mind the way she seemed at times to do effortlessly with me. Maybe I'd been too distracted by her story to see what was going on around me, or maybe I was too preoccupied with what was happening with Dad. Speaking of Dad, as much as he tried to reassure us otherwise, his voice sounded noticeably lean on the phone, much worse than we'd ever heard him before, and so despite his protests to the contrary both Mom and insisted that we'd be coming back home as soon as possible.
"But James..." Dad had said to me on the phone, "I didn't want you to return until this matter with Paula was settled, and it doesn't sound like that's happened yet."
"It is settled Dad," I answered. Then, mustering up all the confidence I could, I added, "I'm going to do it."
"Are you sure, son? I mean, I didn't get the impression that was the case, especially after I spoke to Paula just now."
Dad's voice sounded so much weaker than it had only a couple of days before, and even if he didn't want to admit it, I could tell he was near the end. And despite that, all he seemed to care about was making sure Mom and I were going to be okay, that we'd be there for each other the way he wanted us to. I couldn't say no to that voice on the other end of the phone, not in a million years, but I wanted to be honest with him too.
"We haven't exactly worked everything out, Mom still has some things she wants to discuss with me, but we'll find a way to work things out. I promise."
"That-a-boy, James. I knew I could count on you," Dad said. Even with his voice sounding so fragile, I could practically hear Dad's smile over the phone. Was I as certain about this as I appeared to be? No, but if Dad really was on his deathbed then I was going to do everything I could to comfort him.
Mom and I hastily had breakfast and then packed up for the drive back home. It was early afternoon by the time we were on the road, so with a little luck we would be back home before evening set in.
Mom hadn't said much to me until then, and whatever discussions we did have had been about Dad, but as I settled in behind the wheel she decided to take things in a different direction.
"James, we..." she stammered slightly, "we didn't get a chance to finish what we were talking about yesterday."
"Can't it wait, Mom? With everything happening with Dad, I'd rather focus my attention on him right now.
"Don't you know what I'm going through?" Mom asked, sounding on the verge of tears. "It's not like this is easy for me."
"I'm sorry Mom," I replied. "Go on then." I wasn't sure why she wanted to talk about this now; maybe she wanted to get it off her chest before we had to deal with the harsh reality of what was looking to be a dour situation back home, or maybe she needed a distraction to keep her occupied over the long drive. Whatever the reason, she seemed intent on having this conversation now, so I allowed her to proceed. Since Mom did all of the talking at this point, I'll present the next part from her point of view:
It was a couple of months into Ana's new relationship with David and everything seemed to be ideal. Their first night together hadn't led them to any horrible, damaging repercussions as I might have feared but instead had blossomed into a beautiful love affair. With Ana's focus being so much on David now, I expected her relationship with me to suffer, but once again had been surprised as she and I still communicated as often as before. We usually spoke on the phone rather than in person, but we still easily spent a couple of hours a day keeping up with one another. The subject matter of our discussions changed drastically, however, as her new relationship had clearly taken center stage.
Ana and David were closer than ever, and she often became impassioned as she spoke of their love for one another. It had surpassed anything she'd ever felt with her husband, or even for David as his mother prior to them becoming lovers. She went on and on about their sex life too, excitedly describing their lovemaking in spectacular detail, gushing about how it was so invigorating that she felt like a young woman discovering sex for the first time. I almost thought she was boasting, but I knew Ana well enough to understand that this was not her intention. And much like that first night when she and I texted back and forth, Ana either asked about you directly or found other ways to bring you into the conversation.
For example, she might say something to me like, "I had this dream last night, Paula. I was on all fours, with David pounding into me from behind like a madman."
"How is that different from what you're doing most nights for real?" I teased back.
"Because when I looked over to my side there you were in the same position, with James ramming his cock into you just as hard. All of sudden you started shouting that you were about to cum, and then I saw James' hunky body tense up as he was cumming too. I got so hot watching you have sex with James, and I smiled at you, knowing you were finally getting to experience what I feel with David, and then you smiled back."
I'd get quiet whenever Ana spoke to me this way, not because I was still ashamed or felt guilty about how I felt about you, but because I was convinced it was never going to happen and that thinking or talking this way would only make it harder for me to try and carry on a normal life. To make matters worse, this was a particularly busy time of year for Bryan at work, so I wasn't seeing much of him these days either, and when I did see him... well, let's just say we were going through a rough patch marriage-wise as well. And so I listened to Ana's tales about David, feeling more and more like a third wheel in my friendship with her, and isolated at home the rest of the time.
Things changed for me one day when Ana was talking about their upcoming three-month anniversary together. They were going out for a fancy dinner to celebrate, and Ana was excitedly telling me the details when she unexpectedly asked if I'd like to come with them.
"You must be joking," I said in dismay. "Why would you want me along when it's your night together?"
"Well, maybe it sounds kind of silly," Ana began timidly, "but it's unsettling that we always have to drive out of town to be together publicly, just to make sure no one recognizes us."
"And how does having me there help with that?"
"Because sometimes we want to be recognized. I know you've only been over a couple of times since David and I got together, but I can't tell you how much it meant to us. Neither of us feels ashamed for what we're doing, and yet we have to drive off like a couple of fugitives to act like a real couple. You're the only one who makes us feel like we have nothing to hide."
It was true that I'd visited a few times when David was at home and that the two of them came across like any happy couple. I'd seen them do things like hug and hold hands, even kiss, and they'd always seemed very natural about it. I guess I was happy for them, although once in a while the thought that I was watching a mother behave this way with her son would enter my mind and I'd find myself freezing for a moment. I wasn't uncomfortable, more like stunned briefly to know I was witnessing such a taboo act happening in person before me. Maybe even excited a little.
"I don't think this is a good idea Ana," I asserted. "I would just be a third wheel."
We debated the subject for a while, but Ana knew how to weaken my resolve, bringing out that it had been ages since I'd done anything out of the house and that the fine dining and enjoyable atmosphere of going out with friends was just what I needed to get out of the funk that I'd been in.
"And what about that dress you got last week?" Ana continued, "You can't tell me that you're not dying to wear it?"
I'd gone shopping with Ana the week before to help her pick out a new outfit to wear for her anniversary date with David. While we were there, Ana spotted a sleeveless red hip-hugger dress with spaghetti straps that she insisted I try on. Ana was gushing in her flattering remarks, but it was an easy sell, as I fell in love with it once I tried it on and simply had to have it.
"Is that why you wanted me to try it on so badly, so you could use it against me now?" I chuckled.
"Maybe," Ana replied slyly, making us both break out in laughter.
"All right, fine," I relented. "If you're so sure having me there won't ruin things for the two of you, I guess I'll come."
"Paula, it's the exact opposite," Ana said, her voice becoming suddenly weighted. "The feelings David and I have for one another, it feels so right to us, and when you're around... they feel even more right."
The night finally came, and as much as I still had apprehension about ruining the party for Ana and David, I was also feeling excited about having the chance to go out and have some fun. Ana looked positively ravishing in the purple, backless number that showed enough cleavage that Ana's massive breasts were practically bursting out.
As for David... I always thought he was cute, but he looked as handsome as ever in the formal black suit he was wearing. I also noticed just how piercing his blue eyes were and how attractive his smile was. It was the kind of thing that any woman except for his mother would take notice of, and the fact that in this case she too had been unable to resist those charms made him even sexier in my eyes. He was also incredibly charismatic, showering both Ana and me with compliments on our attire and the like.
"Wouldn't you be happier going out with your friends than a couple of old ladies twice your age?" I asked, unable to resist the urge to tease him a little.
"Are you kidding?" he replied. "I'm with the two most beautiful women in the place tonight. Certainly the two most beautiful moms."
His tone was just right, not quite flirting which would have me uncomfortable, but charming enough to sound sweet, making me like David even more. Ana was lucky to have him as a son, and even more fortunate to have him as a lover.
We had a lot of fun at dinner; the food was great and the company was delightful. I didn't feel quite so awkward being out with Ana and David anymore, although I think the wine played more of a role in that than it should have. Not that I had that much, but I'm not really a drinker either. It was fantastic though, and so I ended up having more than I normally would have.
After dinner we got back to the car, with David driving and Ana up front with him and me lying down in the back seat to try and compose myself. I had driven to Ana's house to meet them and was just wondering what I was going to do next when Ana chimed out:
"Paula, there's no way you should be behind the wheel tonight. You're more than welcome to stay in the guest room tonight."
"You're probably right, Ana, thanks," I replied. I wasn't drunk by any means, but more than a little buzzed, and with it being so dark outside was better off playing things safe. When we got back to the house, I slumped into a chair in the living room while David sat on a couch at the other end and Ana left to bring out another set of drinks."
"No thanks, Ana, I've had more than enough for tonight," I told her.
"Oh come on, this is different," she insisted, coming back into the room with a tray. It had a bottle of her favorite champagne and three of her finest glasses. "One drink to celebrate with me and David."
Of course I relented, and even held up my glass to give a little toast to the happy couple:
"David, I've never seen Ana so happy, and Ana, what you have with David... I'm can't help but be a little jealous." I actually got a little teary-eyed at the last part, but managed to down my glass of champagne. David had put some slow music on from the stereo, and with the soft lighting in the room the mood seemed perfect for him to ask Ana to join him for a dance. Now I really was starting to feel like I was intruding, but I still felt too disoriented to get up, so for the time being I decided to relax in my loveseat chair. And so I watched from afar as Ana and David held one another and swayed gently to the music.
Their dance had been quite sweet and tender to watch, but gradually became more passionate too. It started with David's hands, which had been rested comfortably at Ana's waist, but were now firmly glued to Ana's voluptuous ass, cupping and squeezing her hearty globes between his fingers. I watched in silence and after a bit they turned and I could see Ana's hands similarly playing with David's behind. It was startling to see, but once again I felt that same pang of excitement in me at being able to witness such a taboo act. Just then I saw David move his hands up around Ana's back to take her fully into his arms and then pull her towards him into a deep, passionate kiss. Now I knew I was intruding, and hazy-brained or not made the effort to stand up and leave.
"Please, don't go, Paula," Ana said as she pulled away from David's embrace and frantically ran to me before I managed to stand.
"What are you talking about Ana?" I asked incredulously. "You and David obviously want to be alone. I'm heading over to the guest room now."
"But we don't... at least not yet," Ana said timidly. "I know this sounds silly, maybe crazy too, but we've talked about it. One of our biggest fantasies is for someone to watch us together. And not just anyone, but someone who knows we're mother and son."
Ana seldom referred to her and David as "mother and son," and I expect she only did so now to add some sizzle to her request, and I admit it worked in building up some excitement in me. Ever since that fateful night when she and I had texted one another my mind had desperately tried to picture the events she had described, especially the text where she told me that David was naked in her bed, waiting for her to join him. The thought of any son being so bold as to strip nude and lie waiting in his mother's bed, so determined to have her made me so wet, but it gave me pain too, knowing that I'd never be able to experience anything like that with you, James.
"I... I don't know if I can, Ana," I replied. "As happy as I am for you... so much of it hits too close to home." Luckily, Ana seemed to know what I meant without me having to explain further.
"I know, I understand," Ana nodded. "But please, try at least, for as long as you feel comfortable. It would mean the world to us, and be the best anniversary gift you could ever give."
I lowered myself back into my chair and Ana gave me the warmest smile of gratitude before turning back towards David. When she reached him, they fell into an embrace that was more ardent than anything I'd seen before, pressing hard into one another and kissing wildly with a ferocity that took me utterly by surprise.
It wasn't just their kisses that became fiery, however, although watching their open mouths locked as their tongues hungrily explored one another was already a sight that had my heart pounding. Their hands were all over one another too, grabbing and fondling as if they hadn't been together like this in years. At one point Ana turned and I saw the top of her dress fall from her shoulders to her waist. David had managed to unfasten it earlier, and now Ana's back was facing me, bare except for the straps of the bra that was still managing to hold her humungous boobs in place.
I could sense that a lot more clothing was about to come off both of them, and knew this was my last chance to leave before the scene before me became decidedly explicit. Despite Ana's plea for me to stay, I probably should have left at this point, but I didn't. I say that because at the time I convinced myself that I was doing this for her and David, but in hindsight, I knew that I was doing it for me. And that's the sort of thing that can get you into trouble if you aren't being careful. I wasn't leaving at this point though; the sight before me was way too intoxicating to pull my eyes away.
As I had predicted, their clothing started to hit the ground now, starting with Ana's dress. She still had her back to me, obscuring my view of David for the time being, as well as her breasts which I knew had become free as David had managed to unhook Ana's bra and toss it on the floor next to her dress. All I could see was the wonderful curves of Ana's shapely ass, framed perfectly with the lavender lace panties she was still wearing. The two of them frantically continued moving their hands to undress one another, but it wasn't until they finally shifted their position that I could see David too. Not surprisingly, he was naked, but the sight still made me let out an audible gasp. He looked so handsome tonight it was hard to not feel at least some attraction toward him, which only became stronger with his quick wit and winning charm during dinner, but those events were quickly eclipsed by what I saw now.
"Look at how gorgeous my son is, Paula, look at how lovely his cock is," Ana passionately cooed, stroking his engorged shaft with one hand while purposely holding it up for me to see with the other. I don't know what I found more mesmerizing, the spectacle playing out before me or that Ana had unexpectedly decided to speak to me.
"I know what you're thinking girl, and I wish it were true too. I wish James were here with us so we could suck our beautiful boys off together, but we'll have to settle for this instead." Her words cut through me like a knife, and for an instant I pictured you and David confidently standing side by side, naked, with Ana and I kneeling before you, each of us madly devouring your cocks. Two naughty mothers on our knees together, unabashedly showing our sons the kind of women we'd readily become for them. I felt a burning itch between my legs, and with a quick check with my fingers discovered that my panties were soaked through with my juices.
The next part I witnessed was absolutely breathtaking. Ana held up David's cock straight up for me to see and then began lovingly kissing and licking up and down its length. In a way, she seemed lost in her own world of rapture and lust, but it was also clear she was putting on a performance for me, making sure I had a perfect view as she purposefully worshiped David's erection with her lips and tongue. I was fully engaged with what was happening now, too lost in my excitement to do anything but watch. Actually, that's not entirely true, as one hand was now underneath my skirt with my panties pulled aside, willfully rubbing and fingering myself to the erotic show before me.
"I love you watching me suck David's cock, Paula," Ana purred sexily. "It turns me on so much." Having her address me again was a bit jarring, breaking me out of the lustful trance I was in, but then I was shocked even more when she asked, "If James were here would you let me watch you suck his cock too?"
"Yes," I barely managed to murmur back, the word hitting me with a jolt of excitement because I knew I was being sincere. Watching Ana savor David's cock was the most exciting thing I'd ever seen, and I never felt closer to my dear friend than I did at that moment. If she wanted to experience that same feeling... at that moment at least, if you had been there I would have been more than happy to oblige with her request.
Ana had heard enough from me for now, and with that her attention focused completely on David. She took his length down her throat, sucking his cock with a mixture of wild abandonment and finesse. I watched, mesmerized, as her mouth devoured him again and again, with David writhing in ecstasy as he tried to prolong his pleasure for as long as possible. Finally, I watched his body tense up, knowing that David was cumming. Ana, of course, knew it too, taking him all the way down her throat and clamping her lips at the base like a vice as hot jets of his cum poured into her.
David lay down on the ground, taking some time to recuperate from what must have been a tremendous orgasm, and Ana reclined next to him, lovingly cradling her son in her arms while the two of them held each other for awhile. It wasn't long before David appeared ready for more, however, as his hands began exploring her body, starting with him pulling down Ana's panties, the last remaining piece of either's clothing, and tossing them aside so he could begin rubbing his fingers over her cleft and gently tease her clit.
The scene was heating up again, as Ana and David's gentle kissing became more intense and her hand was now stroking his growing erection. David was moving on top of Ana, and I knew he was getting ready to fuck her, but she moved around on the ground a bit first, changing the angle so that they were lying sideways from my point of view. She seemed more than ready to have him inside her now, but then David surprised me by only moving slowly, gently trailing a line of licks and kisses over her excited body. He started at her inner thighs, which Ana had now spread wide for him to do as he pleased, kissing in and around and finally at the center of her womanhood, and then moved up again up her tummy before spending a long time lavishing her ample breasts.
Ana was practically squirming beneath him now, the room filling with her loud moans. I knew she was desperate to feel David inside her because I could feel that same ache between my legs from across the room. More than anything, I wanted to see these two lovers become one, their bodies fused with the joy of David's cock filling his mom's yearning hole. And then it finally happened. From the angle I was sitting at, I couldn't see much, but from the way Ana's body tensed up and the loud groan from her lips I knew David had entered her. The two of them started making love, David expertly moving up and down between Ana's splayed thighs like a well-tuned musical instrument, with her grunts and groans being the sounds of the beautiful music they were creating.
I could almost feel myself tearing up at the enchantment of watching them together, and why it meant so much to them for me to watch it. It was their way of giving a middle finger to the outside world that would tell them they should feel ashamed for having such a relationship, that their love could be just as beautiful as any other couple's. And I think was also trying to send a message to me, hoping that it might inspire me to take that final step with you as well.
They kept at it like that, and I sat mesmerized as I watched the intensity gradually rise higher and higher. In truth, however, that's not all I was doing. My fingers were going wild between my legs too, furiously getting off to the incredible sight I was witnessing. I don't know which of us three came first, I think it was me, with a sensual wave of orgasmic bliss starting from my pussy and washing over me, and Ana and David soon followed. They lay together afterward in each other's arms. I could hear them softly speaking and chuckling, but not well enough to understand the words. Clearly, they were sharing an intimate moment.
A few minutes later Ana got up and sauntered over to where I remained and sat next to me, taking me into her arms, with tears now streaming down her face.
"Thank you so much, Paula, thank you," she sobbed uncontrollably, making it clear to me now that she was crying tears of joy. It felt awkward being Ana this way, holding her naked, freshly fucked body in my arms, especially considering that I was fully clothed other than my panties that worked themselves to the floor while I had been busy masturbating. Ana is such a gorgeous woman, with striking facial features and classic pinup style, voluptuous curves. I could feel myself being affected by the warmth of her soft, sensual body, and I guess Ana sensed my feelings too, because the next thing I knew she had gently moved in closer and given me a tender kiss on the lips.
"Sorry Paula, I got a little carried away," Ana blushed, before coyly adding, "Well, maybe not that sorry."
I looked over to David. He was lying on his side facing me, casually stroking his cock as he watched Ana and myself. I could tell he was enjoying the sight of me holding his beautiful naked mother in my arms and the two of us kissing. I looked back at Ana quizzically, not sure what to do next.
"Come on, Paula, nothing wrong if we have a little fun too; besides David will love the show," she said with a little wink.
There'd been a couple times before when Ana and I had ended up kissing after I'd become tipsy as both of us were perpetually horny and a few drinks sometimes made me open to experimenting with her a little. I was definitely feeling like that again now and seeing the arousal in David's eyes made me feel emboldened in a way I hadn't expected.
"Do you like watching your mom kiss another woman, David?" I asked, my voice sounding saucy enough to even take me by surprise.
"I love it," David replied, his husky voice sounding so aroused and full of desire. "Ever since I found out she was bi I've fantasized about watching her with another woman."
"Really?" I teased even more noticeably now. I could feel myself getting even turned on by David's response as well as his sexy, masculine voice. "You don't mind that your mother likes girls?"
"I get so hard just thinking about it," David replied. He was still stroking his cock which, if anything was getting harder from our conversation. "Nothing would turn me on more than watching my two beautiful Mommies kissing one other."
I was stunned. Had David really just called me his mother too? Before I could think about it, Ana pulled me towards her and kissed me again, this time with a deep, steamy kiss. My head was reeling from it when she breathlessly added, "Come on, Paula, let's give our horny son something to remember."
"Ana... I... I don't think David should see me naked," I protested, loud enough for only her to hear. I wasn't that I was feeling prudish, with all the time I've spent on nude beaches I'm sure you believe me when I say that. I was just starting to worry about where all this was heading. The sexual energy was strong in the room, and David... as much as I'd tried to deny it, I'd found myself distracted by how desirable he looked in the nude and how hot it had been to watch him fuck Ana. And now he was calling me his 'Mommy' too. I wasn't sure I could trust myself to take my clothes off in front of him.
"It's okay Paula, I can still make it all work," Ana said assuredly. Before I knew what was happening next, Paula had motioned me onto my back and was crawling on top of me. She was certainly being assertive, but still gentle rather than aggressive. Her kisses were so soft and sensual, and I allowed her to take over the situation completely, my head practically spinning as we slowly and deliberately made out. Ana was furiously grinding her naked body into me, and even fully being fully clothed it was driving me crazy. My hands were all over her of course, groping at her big ass and kneading her firm cheeks. At one point, Ana broke away from our mashing lips and forced one of her massive tits into my mouth, and I responded by hungrily sucking on it as her loud moans now filled the room. I'd lost sight of David a long time ago, but once in a while my thoughts would return to him, recalling how aroused he'd sounded as he talked about lusting to see his mom with another woman and knowing that we were probably giving him one hell of a show.
Eventually, Ana decided to assert her control once again, sliding down back onto her knees and pulling my skirt up above my waist. Being pantiless, I immediately felt exposed, but that was only the beginning as she then threw one of my legs on top of the loveseat. With my other leg dangling below, I was completely uncovered, and like a woman possessed she pressed her face between my legs and voraciously began to lick and suck my pussy. It wasn't like the gentle lovemaking we'd done before, and part of me wished that Ana would have taken things more slowly, but it was hard not to get caught up in her enthusiasm.
I could see David now too, standing up to get a better look at his mom wantonly eating my pussy, his thick cock still standing proudly as he casually stroked the hard shaft. The arousal on his face was undeniable, and while I'm sure I had something to do with it I knew the main source of his excitement was from watching Ana. He'd wanted to see her lesbian side, and was now getting a perfect view of her going wild as she hungrily lapped away at my freely flowing juices. At one point, David's eyes drifted onto mine, and as we briefly made eye contact I couldn't help but smile, knowing how much pleasure he was getting from finally being able to see his beautiful mother behave this way.
But it was more than that; in my mind I could still hear David calling us both his "Mommies," and that turned me on too. Ana was now hungrily licking and sucking my clit and as she did I thought about David imagining us as his lesbian parents and that he had accidentally just walked in on us making love. Rather than get upset or embarrassed we instead invited our dirty son to get naked and jerk off to us, telling him to spray his hot cum all over our sweaty bodies. Such a tiny fantasy, but as the thought ran through me and Ana kept hungrily licking my pussy I could feel my whole body getting ready to explode.
I closed my eyes, allowing myself to further indulge in this feeling of complete rapture. My whole body was pulsing in excitement, and I did my best to try and relax and let all the physical sensations I was experiencing take over me.
"Oh God Ana, yes," I lustily bellowed. "Your tongue feels so good." I'd never called out a woman's name in a cry of passion, and did so purposefully now to heighten my excitement, which it did. And while my eyes were still closed, I could feel David's presence in the room, so I made sure I was loud enough for him to hear me too, knowing how hearing those words being spoken about his mom would affect him. Suddenly, I could feel Ana's body jerking between my legs, and to my complete shock opened my eyes to see that she was now on all fours between my spread legs, with David on his knees fucking her from behind. I know I should have objected, but the sexual energy was so heavy in the room right now, full of the sights, sounds, and smells of the three of us lost in carnal bliss that I couldn't help but get wrapped up in it.
"That's it, David, fuck your mother, fuck her hot cunt," I said with an excitement that was laced with wicked arousal. David was happy to comply, ramming into Ana again and again, and Ana was now deliberately synchronizing her tongue thrusts deep into my pussy to the same rhythm of David's cock fucking her. I looked up at David, with his hips banging wildly into Ana from behind, but the illusion was such with Ana's tongue that I soon imagined it was him fucking me.
I was the first one to cum again, letting out a shriek that could wake the dead. I couldn't help it though; it was the best orgasm I'd had in years, and as good as Ana's tongue was I knew it was really because of the fantasy I'd just had about David. As I lay back recovering from my climax, I watched in awe as Ana pressed up between my thighs, holding on for dear life as David kicked up his pace to a merciless gear. Her mouth was away from my pussy now, screaming out obscenities as David fucked her relentlessly, with a level of passion that I now knew could only be achieved between a loving mother and her son. I watched on in amazement as they continued their symphony of love, finally ending in a wonderful crescendo as both lovers climaxed together, knowing that I had witnessed something truly special.
After watching Ana have such an amazing orgasm with David, I expected her to go off somewhere to be with him, but instead she crawled up and lay with me again on the loveseat, taking me tenderly into her arms. She was so overcome with emotion that she was actually sobbing quietly again with tears of joy.
"Oh Paula, Paula..." Ana sighed. Her body molded into mine as we embraced, with her lying between my spread legs. I could feel her mound pressed against mine, soaking wet, and I bit my lips in excitement as I felt the cocktail of Ana and David's warm cum slowly leaking out of her onto me. We kissed several times, slowly and sweetly, and I could sense how overwrought with emotion Ana was feeling. After a while of this Ana moved us so that I was sitting on the loveseat again, with her next to me as we continued our sensual makeout session, but now David also sat down on the other side of me, carefully watching his two mothers kiss one another. I could see how much he was enjoying himself, and for the sake of adding to his experience I began kissing Ana deeply and using plenty of tongue.
Just when things were starting to heat up again, Ana surprised me by pulling away and reaching past me to kiss David instead, and now I watched in reverence as mother and son showed their affection for one another with the same probing tongues that Ana and I had just demonstrated. Eventually, they moved apart, and... and... maybe I should have known better, maybe I was too naive... but the next thing I knew David was moving towards me for a kiss.
"David! Ana!" I said in a fearful shock.
"What's wrong?" Ana asked, making clear that I was the only one who hadn't seen this coming.
"You know damn well, Ana," I replied. I wasn't angry, but I was certainly distressed. "You know I'm a married woman."
"If James were here, right here and now, that wouldn't stop you," Ana began. "Don't even try and pretend otherwise." I said nothing, knowing that what Ana had said was true even if at the moment I felt a little ashamed of it.
"I want to watch you kiss your son, Paula," Ana said, her voice cracking with feeling. "I want to watch it as badly as you enjoyed watching David and me. Please, Paula, kiss your boy for me."
I looked in astonishment over to David and he had a similar look of being moved emotionally.
"Please, Mom, I want to kiss you so bad," he said, looking me straight in the eye. I was practically shaking from nervousness at hearing David call me 'Mom,' again, but there was something so sweet about it that part of me wanted to go along with it. David moved in to kiss me again, and this time I accepted his affections, softly pressing my lips back into his. It was only the beginning of several more soft kisses between us, all of them so sweet and gentle, so full of love. My head was swooning, becoming so lost in what was happening with David that I made no resistance when I began to feel something else. It was Ana, slowly but deliberately removing the rest of my clothing.
The scene unfolding before me was so soft and erotic, but as much as I was enjoying it I had to pull away and turn to Ana one last time.
"Ana... I don't know if I can do this," I stammered in hesitation.
"It's okay, Paula," Ana replied with such a heartfelt tenderness in her voice. "You've told me so many times that you don't think it'll ever happen between you and James. You deserve to be loved by your boy like I am with my son. Let David do this for you. It's okay to admit you need this."
As much as I tried to deny it, I'd been attracted to David all night, and those feelings had only increased with such key moments as seeing him in the nude and watching him make love to Ana. And now he wanted to stand in for you so we could be lovers. I looked over to David again, seeing the love and lust in his eyes, the passion, and I could feel myself being overwhelmed with my own emotions.
"Oh my god, David," I said, my voice now trembling.
"It's okay Paula, you're among friends. It's okay to call him James," Ana said sweetly.
"Oh my god James," I now said, and when the words came out of my mouth I couldn't help to begin tearing up. David moved in and held me tight now, kissing me hard on the lips.
"I want you so bad, Mom," he said, his voice managing to somehow be even more passionate than before, and now I was fully caught up in the fantasy too.
"Yes, baby, yes," I cried out. "I want you so bad too. Take your mother, James, take me please."
We continued for a while, our kisses getting harder and faster as our hands now eagerly explored and caressed each other's bodies, and although I couldn't see Ana, I felt her sitting next to us, excitedly watching. My hands were all over David's muscular ass, squeezing and fondling it as I closed my eyes and pretended it was yours, and I could feel myself going into a sexual frenzy.
"Come on James, I want to see you fuck your mama now," Ana finally commanded. "Aren't you ready for your son's big cock, Paula?"
"Yes, baby, yes," I panted in reply, completely lost in the fantasy now. "Fuck me, James, fuck me!"
David picked me up and practically threw me down on the loveseat. It was a bit rough to get manhandled like this, but exciting too, as I knew he wanted this as much as I did. Pulling my legs over his shoulders, he quickly got into position between my spread thighs, and in an instant had forced all of his cock inside me.
"That's it James, fuck your mother, fuck her like she's always dreamed you would," Ana growled in approval.
David didn't need to be encouraged any more than that, as he immediately began pummeling into me hard and fast. It was just what I needed, as I grunted and groaned in ecstasy with each fantastic stroke. It wasn't long at all before I could feel myself going over the edge, with my pussy muscles contracting over and over around David's hard cock.
"Mommy's cumming, James, mommy's cumming," Ana cried out. "Now she needs to feel your cum inside her too." Her words seared through me like fire, especially as I heard your name.
"Yes, James, yes, cum inside me. Momma needs your cum so bad," I managed to add as my body began literally convulsing from the best orgasm I'd ever had. And then I could feel it, hot sticky semen filling my womb as David pushed hard one last time to the hilt and began ejaculating. I could hear his loud groans now, a sharp painful bellow mixed with overwhelming ecstasy. He lay on top of me, trying his best to recover as he tried to catch his breath.
"Oh my god, Mom, that was so good," he managed to finally say with such sincerity, not breaking character for an instant. "You don't know how long I've wanted you."
"I was always yours, James," I replied, actually crying now as I wrapped my arms and legs around him and pulled David into a tight embrace. "And I always will be."
It took a while to come down from such an emotionally draining experience, and we all remained as we were for a while to recover. I wasn't sure what was coming next, and to my wonderment the mood in the room was surprisingly light and jovial afterwards. David didn't pretend to be you anymore, which was fine by me, as I felt like I'd fulfilled that fantasy for the time being, but he did go back to calling Ana and me his "two Mommies," which had a naughty playfulness to it that made me want to continue having fun with them. We spent the next bit sitting together, continuing to laugh and joke about it, with of course a copious amounts of sexual tension and innuendo thrown in, before Ana and David stood up on either side of me. With our arms wrapped around each other's waists, we playfully hugged and kissed one another before Ana and David each took one of my hands in theirs and stood up to lead me away. They ended up walking me over to their bedroom, and while the lighter tone of the earlier proceedings remained the sex itself became so much wilder.
Things started with David playfully telling us that he'd hurt his cock and asking if his two Mommies would mind kissing it better, which Ana and I dutifully complied by kneeling on the ground side by side as David stood in front of us. We kissed up and down his cock and balls together, before settling in with a more regular type of play, sometimes alone using our hands and mouths but usually together, until finally David unloaded a large deposit of semen down Ana's throat.
"Come on Mommy, you know you're supposed to share with my other Mommy," David teased. We all laughed, and then Ana and I shared the deepest open-mouthed kiss, passing his cum back and forth between us. It was like that all night, teasing and joking, but always incredibly hot as we indulged David's kinky fantasy of having a threesome with his two moms. I was well past the point of declining anything they wanted, and it was easily the most exhilarating sex I've ever experienced. It would be hard to pick any moment as a highlight, but David telling his "Mommies" to sixty-nine and then his tremendous fucking from behind while Ana's tongue managed to kept wildly licking my clit is something I'll never forget.
I woke up the next morning in bed with David and Ana on either side of me. Something was calming, even strangely wholesome about being able to lie with them together like this. I knew how much they loved one another, and could feel how strong their bond was together. Still, I couldn't help but feel awkward about everything I'd done. The last thing I ever wanted to do was cheat on your Dad, and if there was any ambiguity regarding the matter over what I had done with Ana it had certainly gone out the window after everything I'd done with David. The sex had been good, if anything too good, but I knew I needed to put a stop to anything like this from ever happening again.
David was the first one of my bed-mates to awake, but I was in no condition emotionally to face him now so I pretended to be asleep until he rose from the bed and made his way to the shower. Ana woke up shortly after to the sound of the loudly spraying water from the next room.
"Hey Paula," she said to me with a big, mischievous smile before I could start the conversation myself. "I was just thinking about surprising David in the shower. Want to come with me? It's big enough for the three of us to have all kinds of fun..."
"I'm sure we could," I answered, my voice full of trepidation. Ana immediately picked up on my discomfort and asked, "Is everything all right, Paula?"
"I'm fine, Ana, fine," I replied, and I meant it. The night before had been an incredible experience and I didn't want to look back on it poorly despite my regrets about it.
"Last night was fantastic, and I'll never forget it, but I can't do anything like that again. I have a husband... and a son. They both mean the world to me, and me to them. And that's why all this has to end, and now."
"Are you sure Paula?" Ana asked. "I know what you're going through with James; in fact David and I have often discussed the idea of talking to him about it separately or together. And in the meantime, we're both happy to be there for you in other ways, like last night."
"Absolutely not, Ana," I insisted. "I don't want either of you to speak to James about this or anything involving the three of us."
"What about the four of us?" Ana teased. "Come on, just the thought of banging David and then looking over to the other side of the room to see you and James fucking the hell out of each other is enough to make me wet. You can't tell me you wouldn't love it too, especially with all the kinky things we did last night."
"Last night was easily the craziest one I've ever had, but I'm not looking for a repeat performance."
"If it were just you and James you would," Ana said in a voice that was far more challenging tone than I'd expected. "Don't get so high and mighty reciting your marriage vows now. We both know that ring would be off your finger faster than your panties hit the floor if it were James coming to call for you."
"I'm sorry Paula, I never should have talked to you that way," Ana apologized, but the damage was done. The most hurtful part of what she said, however, was that I knew what Ana said had been true. And then I thought back to David and I having sex while I fantasized that he was you and how good it had been, and I knew that I had to put a stop to all of this immediately. I got dressed and left Ana's house with as little fanfare as possible, but for all of Ana's efforts to patch things up nothing was ever the same between us again. Our friendship quickly deteriorated after that, to the point where only a few weeks later we were barely speaking anymore. About a month after that, she and David moved away and while Ana did give me her new address and number, we've only spoken once since then.
"James... James, is everything all right?" Mom asked, bringing us back to the present. "You've been so quiet. Please tell me what you're thinking."
"I don't know what to say," I answered. "Other than I don't know how I managed to avoid a car accident after hearing you say all that."
"I know you're shocked son, that's understandable," she reasoned.
"After everything I've found about you recently, it isn't a huge shock," I replied. "I guess more than anything I'm surprised at how you described everything. You say you regret it, but you didn't exactly sound that way recounting the events."
"I cheated on your Dad," Mom said. "There isn't a day that goes by that I don't feel awful for betraying his trust in me, or yours for that matter, but I've also promised to be completely honest with you. Spending the night with Ana and David was amazing; I wasn't going to lie to you now and pretend otherwise."
"And you've never done anything with anyone else besides that night?" I asked.
"Yes, you have my word on that."
"Except for almost having sex with a random stranger in Jamaica," I added.
"I told you my relationship with your dad was at an all-time low. I have a lot of regrets over what happened with Javon, especially for being so weak as to let his words so easily seduce me."
"And with Ana and David? Things went a lot farther with them and yet you seem fine with carrying fond memories about it."
"I regret being weak with them but I don't regret the reason for my weakness."
I became quiet for a while and thought about what she had said, recalling Mom's plea:
"I was always yours, James, and I always will be."
The one thing Mom had always maintained was that the only thing that mattered to her more than being faithful to Dad was me; now she was saying that it was only because of unrequited feelings for me that she had given in to Ana and David's seduction. It was still a lot for me to reconcile with, but I was determined to try and make this work.
"Please James, tell me what you're thinking," Mom said, her voice sounding more fragile than I'd ever heard it before.
"We're almost home, Mom, I think our priorities right now should be with Dad and him alone," I said, feeling pleased with how mature I'd managed to sound. "But we'll work things out. I promised Dad I would, and now I'm promising you the same." Dad often had this way about him, an assertiveness that Mom typically acquiesced to in a way that had managed to smooth over a lot of conflicts. She was doing that with me now, smiling shyly and looking calm knowing that I would take care of things. I only hoped that I could deliver in a way that justified her confidence.
We arrived home about an hour later and, much as I suspected, Dad was in much worse a condition than he had let on over the phone. I put my previous discussion with Mom to rest for the time being, which seemed fine with her as she too focused her attention on Dad. We did have Dad's nurse, Nancy, to help look after him, as well as a doctor she'd called to examine him when Dad's health had gotten worse earlier the day before. I called the doctor shortly after we arrived, and got the bad news that this was really the end for Dad and all we could do was make him feel comfortable during his final days, or even hours depending on how things went. Taking him to the hospital wasn't going to make much of a difference, and Dad wanted to spend his remaining time at home, so we did our best with what we had.
Mom and I were with Dad round the clock during those final hours with him, sometimes together and other times alone while the other got a couple hours of sleep, and before the second day was over he was gone. There's too much to say about Dad for me to try and sum up here, so instead I'll merely state that even in those final moments his thoughts were centered on making sure that Mom and I would be alright without him.
One of his last acts was to take Mom's hand and put it into mine and have us promise to be there for each other no matter what. Of course, we did as he asked, but as I looked down at Mom's delicate hand, practically weighted down by the enormous wedding ring Dad had put on it so many years ago, it was hard for me to believe I could even come close to being the man in her life that he had been. Still, after everything Mom had told me, it was clear that she not only was fully on board with it but believed I was more than capable of the task.
"Remember Paula, James is the man of the house now," had been one of Dad's last words of advice to us. "You need to give him that respect."
"Of course I will, Bryan," Mom replied.
Dad had often spoken like this to Mom in the past, and while she'd always take the edge off such remarks with a sarcastic reply and laugh, I knew she also respected Dad for being a strong man and usually was more than content to occupy a more submissive role in their relationship. It clearly hadn't been the best recipe for their marriage, as I learned all too well recently, so Mom's unaffected reply now took me a bit by surprise. I looked up at Mom, trying to see if there was anything else in her response besides her seemingly serious demeanor, but saw nothing. Instead, she remained looking intently back at Dad.
"Don't worry, Bryan. James and I will work things out. I promise."
Dad looked over to me for reassurance, and I quickly added, "You have nothing to worry about, Dad. I promise."
It felt good to be able to give Dad that type of comfort in his final hours, but now I was being presented with the task of having to live up to those commitments. The first few days were straightforward enough, as the whirlwind of duties associated with Dad's funeral occupied all of my time, but even then I'd been presented with an emotional hurdle that left me dumbfounded. You see, with Mom and I spending all our time with Dad during those final two days, I hadn't taken the time to get any proper sleep much less unpack from our trip to the beach house, but now that my life was slowly returning to normal I'd gone back to my room one night to go to bed, only to discover that my closet was now empty.
"Mom, something really weird just happened," I said as I found her sitting in our living room having a cup of tea. "I was turning in for the night and... well, none of my clothes are there."
"I'm sorry dear, with everything going on I completely forgot," Mom answered sheepishly. "It was your dad's idea, a surprise he had planned for you."
"What are you talking about?"
"While we were gone from home," she continued. "Bryan had all his clothing moved to the guest room and all of yours sent to our room."
I had wondered why we found Dad in the guest room upon our return; I'd assumed it was because it worked better with all the medical equipment he now required, but obviously there was more to it than that.
"Why would Dad do something like that?" I asked.
"I suppose..." Mom began, sounding embarrassed. "I know we went to the beach house as a vacation, but your Dad thought something more might happen while we were there," before adding even more sheepishly, "We both did."
"When we went to that cove together, you didn't take me there to just get a tan, did you?"
"A woman takes you to a romantic place and says she's always wanted to make love there, and then the two of you are naked together..."
"Oh my god, I feel like such an idiot," I said.
"And then she admires your cock and tells you how great it would feel inside her..."
"Holy shit, I really am a fucking idiot," I continued. "But you were talking about respecting my wishes and all that too..."
"I did respect your wishes," Mom said, "but that doesn't mean I also wasn't hoping you'd change your mind. And as for feeling like an idiot, I'm your mother, James. If there's anyone you should feel comfortable with, it's me."
Mom's words and the warm smile she gave as she delivered them meant a lot to me. Of course, there'd be no judgment from her. She'd been that way with me my entire life as my mother, and nothing would change from her as my lover.
"Do you tell Dad that about that day?" I asked.
"Only that we went to the cove together and how disappointed I was that we hadn't made love there."
"I'm sorry Mom."
"You don't have to apologize, James, for that or anything else. You had a lot on your mind, just as you still do now. I can appreciate that. Sometimes, I still wonder though. Even though I've known you all your life, there's still so much I don't know."
"Like what?"
"Like sex, for one thing. I don't even know what pleases you. I know I've kept myself in good shape, but I'm also forty-two years old. A lot of men your age would swipe left on that number alone."
I almost had to laugh at Mom's attempt to sound cool there, talking like that really wasn't her style. And to be honest, it wasn't mine either, but that's another story. Dad had warned me that despite Mom being so beautiful her ego was also quite fragile, and that was clearly what I was seeing from her now.
"I mean, the way you were talking about Ana's tits the other day," she continued, "sometimes I can't help but wonder if maybe I don't measure up to what you find attractive."
"Mom, I swear, you're perfect to me," I said, "from head to toe." I tried to put some emotion behind my words, and I think for the most part I succeeded, as Mom seemed more relaxed now.
"My god, didn't you see how hard you made me that day? Shouldn't that tell you all you need to know?"
"I'm sorry dear, it's just difficult for me sometimes. Things don't go as I'd hoped, and then I wonder if I'm to blame."
"There's still so much to consider, and now... I don't know what you and Dad were expecting by moving my clothes into your room, but he's barely cold in the ground now. At the very least I think we should wait a while before taking things forward out of respect for him."
"More than anything, your Dad wanted us together," Mom said. "If there's anything you should take from his final days, it's that. It's why he expected us to stay in the same bedroom. He wanted us to come back from the beach house as lovers. For all Bryan knew at the time he might have still had weeks or even months left, and yet he was still perfectly fine with that arrangement."
I stood there, stupefied, unsure of what to say. The thought of any man, much less a man like Dad, being comfortable with another man sleeping in his bed, having sex with his wife, while he lived out his final days across the hall in the guest room was beyond anything I could fathom. But of course, that interpretation of events would have been wrong. It was my well-being and Mom's that he cared about most, our happiness that he valued above everything else. This final act was just more proof of that.
"Really Mom, are you sure you don't need more time first?" I asked.
"It's been a very long time since I felt a man's touch," Mom replied, with a sound of anguish and vulnerability that reminded me how delicate she could be. "Maybe some women could endure that, but I think you've learned enough about me recently to know that my emotional and physical needs are different. I likely would need more time if you were anyone else, but I feel like us becoming lovers is something I've been preparing for all my life, so I don't need any more time to wait. And the fact that it was what Bryan wanted most also makes me certain that the last thing either of us should be feeling is any guilt or shame right now."
Once again, Mom's words sounded heartfelt, and it was hard not to feel moved by them.
"I'm going to freshen up and then go to bed," Mom said. "You don't have to do anything, but at the very least it would mean a lot to me to not be alone tonight."
I waited for a few minutes, gathering my thoughts as I watched Mom ascend the staircase and turn off towards her room. In truth, I'd planned on retiring to my room tonight, but our conversation had affected me greatly. I thought back to Dad telling her that I was now the man of the house, and Mom's acquiescence to his words. She needed a man in her heart as much as her bed, and while Mom did her best not to disrespect Dad it was clear she hadn't felt that way for a long time with him as well, even going back to before he became ill. I wasn't going to let Dad down, or Mom either, and everything that both of them had been trying to tell me was true, that Mom could be that woman that finally made me feel complete in my life if I'd only give her the chance.
I walked up the stairs slowly towards the bedroom, and as I approached I could hear the shower in the adjoining bathroom being used. The door to the bathroom was completely open, which might not have been significant except for the fact that Mom knew there was at least a chance that I was following up behind her. It felt like another signal from her to me; that there weren't going to be any barriers between us, at least not from her, everything that was hers was mine. I couldn't imagine any other woman offering herself up to me like that, or even Mom being that way with Dad or any other man, but she'd said as much to me.
The glass to the shower was thick, purposely made to make it difficult to see inside, but I could still see more than enough of Mom's feminine curves turning to and fro as she washed herself. I could feel my heart beating faster as I marveled at the beauty before me, just as I could feel the front of my pants getting tight as more and more blood made its way into my penis. It was a sensation that would have filled me with feelings of grief and shame only a few weeks ago, but those days were over. I was a new man now, I had to be; for Dad and Mom's sake, and for my own.
When Mom came out of the shower, she was wearing a cute, pink bathrobe that reached just below her waist. Much as I tried to not startle her, it still happened to a small degree when she saw me sitting on the bed with my back up against the headboard.
"So you decided to come to bed after all," Mom said with approval. I could see her mood drop a bit though as her eyes peered down and noted that I was still wearing my boxers. I hadn't worn anything to bed since I was a kid, Mom was well aware of that, and she rightly interpreted me having my underwear on now as still feeling a little uncertain about all of this.
"I bought a new outfit a few months ago, would you like to see it, James?" flashing me one of her sexy smiles. Mom was going to help me through this, and her calm demeanor did a lot to put me at ease.
Of course I said I'd love to see it, and so Mom went into the bathroom to change. When she returned she was wearing a sheer black mesh dress that reached about mid-thigh in length and hugged her sensual curves like a second skin. Underneath, she had on a black thong, consisting of a solid black triangle of cloth in the front being held in place with a thin black chord that went snugly around her waist and another similar chord that disappeared between her ass cheeks.
"What do you think?" Mom asked, standing a few yards away as she did a sexy little pirouette.
"You look incredible," I replied, my jaw metaphorically hanging on the floor. And she did, my eyes were immediately taken by her completely exposed breasts, capped with those hard, jutting nipples pressing against the sheer fabric, but once Mom turned and I saw that perfect ass of hers, it was hard not to be overwhelmed by her charms. It was no exaggeration to say that even at forty-two Mom could easily compete with most women half her age, and if you're into firm, heart-shaped asses like I am then she'd leave most of them in the dust. She'd managed to stay this breathtakingly beautiful for Dad all these years, and now it was all for me. All I had to do was stand up and take what was being offered to me.
"Maybe you'd like to get a little more comfortable too, sweetie?" Mom offered. It was the first time either of us had spoken in several seconds as I'd been just ogling her like some dumb teenager.
"Yeah, that's a good idea," I answered. Despite my outward hesitancy, my dick had clearly decided what it wanted, as I could feel it throbbing in excitement against my boxers. I'd talked so long about wanting to be the man that Dad wanted and Mom needed, and I knew this was finally it. Besides, Mom was driving me crazy with this seduction. All I had to do was settle down enough to let the rest happen naturally. And with that, I slid my boxers off and tossed them to the other side of the room. I was still sitting on the bed with my back against the headboard, but now my dick was bobbing up from my groin, already at full mast.
"My goodness, I never get tired of seeing your cock, James," Mom said with a pleased smile that only made me get more aroused, "especially when you're hard like right now. Everything about it, your size, your shape, is so perfect, so beautiful."
Her words cut surprisingly deep. It was the kind of thing I would normally suspect a woman might say only to flatter me, but the way Mom spoke, with such sincerity and passion, couldn't help but make me feel as if these sentiments were real. I knew I wasn't hung like a horse or anything, and have no doubt some women would happily trade mine in for a ten-inch cock, but Mom was making it clear she wasn't one of them. My cock was the perfect key to her velvety lock, and vice versa. Her speaking as if our bodies were made for one another not only added to my excitement but had an air of romance to it as well.
I stood up and walked over to Mom, taking her into a tight embrace.
"You're perfect for me too Mom, everything about you, from your sexy body to your lovely eyes and smile, your sweet scent. I think that's been the biggest revelation for me through all this. I can finally feel comfortable enough to admit that I've been attracted to you for years, but whether it was out of respect for Dad or because I knew it was wrong to feel that way about your mother I managed to suppress those feelings."
"Really, I never would have guessed," Mom said with astonishment.
"I did a good job of convincing myself otherwise," I replied. "But I knew something was up when my friends would come over and even though they wouldn't say much around me I knew they all called you the hot mom and milf and all that stuff. I did my best not to see any of it myself, but deep down I knew they were right. You were as perfect to me then as you are now."
"I only wish I could have been as perfect on the inside," Mom quietly sniffled. I was still holding her tightly, and as much as my cock was in nirvana being pressed up against her warm belly all I could think of was her head tenderly resting upon my shoulder and the sadness in Mom's voice.
"We've both made our share of mistakes and then some," I said as reassuringly as I could. "I think we both deserve a second chance." I pulled just far enough away to be able to look Mom in the eyes and see the tears streaming down her face.
"Oh James," she said, "I love you so much." I could see the truthfulness in her eyes, and I knew she wasn't just speaking to me now as a mother, but as a woman. She'd done a good job all these years in assuming the role of the devoted mother, but had stumbled in trying to be the faithful wife. It wasn't all her fault; Dad had done more than his share to drive her away from him, I understood that now. And now Mom had given herself to me. I didn't expect our road together to be without any pitfalls, but I also felt like we were both capable of building something stronger with each other than we'd managed to do with anyone else.
And it was that in mind that I moved towards her and we shared our first kiss. I tried my best to be sweet and gentle, and from the soft sigh Mom let out afterward I felt as if I'd succeeded. I pulled away far enough to see her smiling brightly, and moved my hand to carefully stroke her hair for a bit before kissing her again. I could feel her practically melt in my arms as we slowly explored each other's lips, with each tender kiss lasting longer than the one before. I could feel it in her movements, Mom had given her body to me. More importantly, however, she was offering me her heart and soul, to do with as I saw fit, trusting that I would care for and nurture her love as Dad had at the height of their relationship and also give her what she'd gone without during the many lows that had later highlighted their marriage.
"Here, let me get this off you," I said. I reached at the hem of Mom's sexy nightdress and she lifted her arms straight into the air as I peeled it off her and then tossed it aside. There was only one piece of clothing separating us now, the skimpy thong Mom was still wearing. I pulled her close to and we began kissing again, slowly at first, but much deeper now. When the time felt right I parted my lips to give Mom my tongue, hearing her moan in excitement as she eagerly accepted it. My cock was jammed up against the soft triangle of fabric covering her womanhood, pushed straight up when our bodies had come together. It was throbbing with excitement, but despite that I felt no hurry to get it inside her.
Instead, I moved my hands down Mom's body, caressing my way gently until cupping her firm ass. I played with the simple chord that ran around her waist and the other that went vertically between her cheeks, reveling in the fact that even at forty-two Mom liked to wear sexy outfits like this and that grateful that she had the figure to look so hot in them. My friends had ogled her back in the day, no doubt undressing her in their minds, and it had upset me, but deep down I had understood. If any of their mothers had looked half as good as Mom, I probably would have done the same with them. Besides, what I was doing now would put any of their fantasies about Mom to shame.
I lay Mom on her back and she did a sexy catlike stretch as I finally decided to slide her panties down her taut legs. I was about to drop them to the ground, but even at arm's length the scent coming from them had been overwhelming, enough that I gave into the urge taking control of me and put them to face to inhale Mom's excitement. Immediately, I felt a sense of embarrassment, recalling a similar incident I'd had years ago with Melissa that had ended with her admonishing me for doing something so "pervy."
"Nice, isn't it?"
I looked down at Mom lying on the bed, her body drawn into the most seductive but still natural-looking pose while the horniest of smiles covered her face.
"Um, ah, sorry," I still said, still feeling self-conscious as my mind still recalled what had happened with Melissa.
"You don't know how many times I've imagined you sniffing my panties, James, although I'd prefer it if I were still wearing them," she chuckled casually.
I slowly smiled back, impressed with how easily she had eased my discomfort. Mom had done a lot to convince me that we'd be perfect for one another sexually and more than ever I believed that now. There had been so many awkward moments I'd had with Melissa; I'd tried to put them out of my mind but in the end they'd done much to shake my confidence. The fact that she'd ended up cheating on me had only made things worse. This really was a chance for me to start over again, to be the man I wanted to be both in and out of the bedroom, and if there was one woman I could trust it was the beautiful one lying in her bed, our bed, right now. I wouldn't have to wait months or longer to let my guard down with her, and she'd be there for me no matter what.
I crawled up on the bed with Mom and we held one another lovingly as we started making out again. Yes, I was dying to fuck her and I could feel the anxiousness rising in her too, but more than anything I felt my love for her right now. This was the one woman I'd spent my entire life with, who raised me, the one who had read me bedtime stories at night and kissed my sore bruises when I'd fall. She may not have been perfect but that wouldn't stop me from trying to be perfect for her now, and for the rest of our lives together.
"Oh James," she cried out at one point. The sentiment in her voice made me think she was feeling what I was, that making love was only a highlight or symbol of what we truly meant to one another. But as powerful as those simple moments can be, nothing compares to expressing one's passions out loud, and so nothing from that night was more memorable for me than hearing the woman I cared about most voice her most intimate desire:
"Oh James, please, make love to me," Mom cried out in the most heartfelt emotion one could ever imagine. "I need to feel your cock inside me."
I looked into Mom's eyes lovingly and slowly kissed her all over her face, as I moved into position lying between her spread legs. I thought of her calling my cock "perfect" earlier, marveling at how even more perfect her pussy was, tight and juicy as I gently rubbed my cockhead against her slit. I wasn't teasing her, and she was more than ready, but to say Mom's pussy was beautiful would be an understatement. Javon had told her as much on that fateful day he'd met her on the beach, but I wasn't thinking about him any more than Mom was right now. It was my cock she wanted more than anything, and it was mine she was about to get.
I slid into her gently; as much as this was an act of passion for me I knew it was an act of love for Mom. Not that I wouldn't fuck her too at some point; she was mine to fuck as I pleased and I would take great pleasure doing so for the rest of our lives, but I felt this first time should be more about the love we'd shared these past twenty-five years and the pledge we were making to one another about the future. This act between us was special, it was sacred, and that was how I felt as I slowly penetrated my way into her velvety tunnel.
Mom cried out beneath me as I filled her to the hilt, and as much as I knew it was the physical pleasure overpowering her, I knew the emotional experience was really what this was about for her right now. I held myself in this position for a while and stopped to softly kiss her using my lips and tongue. As I did so, I could feel Mom's legs come up and curl around me, with her ankles ultimately locking together around my waist. I knew how much being joined together like this meant to her. She didn't have to tell me that this was the greatest moment in her life, and at this point would accept nothing less from her.
It was time now, we were both ready, and so I began rhythmically moving my hips, slowly but surely plunging my cock into Mom with full, long strokes. And so we continued as such, with me gently making love to her. It was exquisite for me, to experience the warmth of her deliciously tight pussy as I plunged into her with earnestness over and over. What I hadn't expected was the ringing of Mom's loving voice as we made love, the same voice I'd known all my life, whether it was on good days like wishing me Happy Birthday or not-so-happy days like telling me I had to finish my homework before I could go out and play. And now that same familiar voice was filling my ears, lustily encouraging me with cries about how incredible my cock felt inside her and how she was getting close to cum. Mom's ankles still held me firmly in place as if in desperation, as if she couldn't bear to live another moment of her life again without my cock buried inside her, our bodies joined as one.
I still craved more though, I wanted more, and if Mom had taught me anything today it was that she was the only woman I could trust to give me whatever I wanted without asking questions or passing judgment.
"Tell me to fuck you, Mother. I want to hear you ask for it, you incest-loving slut."
"Yes, it's true James, I'm a slut, a nasty whore," Mom earnestly replied. "I have been ever since the first time I imagined you fucking me. I was ashamed at first, but I can live with that now, because now I know I'm your slut, your incest-loving whore. I can be at peace with all of that as long as you want me as much as I want you."
"I do want to fuck you, Mother..."
"Then fuck me, James, fuck your incest-loving slut like she deserves!"
I loved it, loved the way Mom was willing to say or do whatever I wanted her to to turn me on, and I responded by pounding into her as hard as I could, the bed shaking violently below as I roughly pounded into her again and again.
"That's it baby, fuck me," Mom managed to growl as she held on for dear life. "Fuck your mother like the whore like she is!"
I was gasping for air now, my hips ramming into Mom at a fever pitch, pummeling into her with a ferocity that was even rare for me. Like magic my orgasm triggered hers, as if we'd been given some sort of divine blessing despite the sinful cocktail of fluids now mixing together deep inside Mom's womb. Of course, that was only the tip of the iceberg in terms of what I was feeling though. I'd committed myself to a new life with a new love. Mom had once said that she'd gladly sacrifice her life for mine, and of course I believed her since I felt the exact same way about her. Now we were embarking upon a new twist on our relationship, and while I certainly expected challenges I also knew Dad was right when he told me that neither Mom nor I could ever find anyone better for that journey than each other.
I woke up in the morning with Mom lying in bed next to me. We'd had sex twice more before retiring for the night. Those encounters hadn't been as verbally charged as the first, but that was fine by me, as physically our lovemaking had been just as spirited and passionate. I looked up at Mom peering down on me as one of her hands casually caressed my chest.
"Please dear, tell me what you're thinking," Mom sighed earnestly. I didn't think she was feeling any shame or regret, but it was sweet to see her concern about me.
"I'm thinking I'm starving and would love to have some breakfast right now," I replied, trying to add some levity to the situation as I got out of bed. It didn't work at all in settling Mom's nerves, and so I squeezed one of her hands with mine and added:
"I think we both deserve a clean slate, especially with one another. Last night was the first chapter in our life together."
"Really, James? I know I've done a lot of things that hurt you. I wouldn't expect your forgiveness so soon."
"I don't know if I'd call it forgiveness; acceptance might be the better word. I accept that we've both made mistakes, that we both have regrets, and that we both want to move on. Last night was the new beginning I think we both needed."
"I'm so glad to hear you say that dear," Mom said, her voice swelling with joy.
"We'll have plenty of time to talk about this later Mom, but I think we should both be getting ready for today now."
"Yes James, of course," she replied.
Dad's funeral had been a few days ago, but there had been many people who'd been unable to attend as well as others who had but further wished to pay their respects, and so we were having them all over for lunch today. It would still be later before the guests began arriving, but the caterers we'd hired would be over in about an hour, so Mom and I made the best use of the time we had to get ready.
We had about fifty guests come and go over the course of the day, and Mom and I played the role of hosting them. We mostly stayed apart, entertaining our guests separately, and I was happy to share stories about Dad with people who loved and respected him. Every once in a while, I'd look over at where Mom was, usually seeing her in the middle of a group of people. She was a lot better at this sort of thing than I was; in fact, most of time I'd look over to see how she was faring only to find her already looking in my direction to check up on me. We'd make eye contact briefly, privately share a tiny smile when appropriate, and then return to our hosting duties. She was the perfect woman to have at your side for an event like this, and I felt lucky to have her there to take much of the social pressure off of me.
What really astonished me though was that even with the conservative black dress and light makeup she was wearing I still thought Mom looked stunningly beautiful. She'd pulled her hair back into a simple bun, and every time I looked over at her I'd be taken by the natural loveliness of her face. I found myself more entranced every time I looked at her, although always making certain as to not alone allow my outer behavior to appear as anything more than a doting son and host.
Evening finally came and the two of us were alone again. Mom was standing at a table when I came up behind her and pressed up against her. I had my hands on either side of her hips, massaging them gently, and rested my chin atop her right shoulder. It wasn't meant to be forward; in fact I'm sure I'd held her like this plenty of times before, although the sensation of her sexy bum against my crotch felt too good for me to not want to sexualize the feeling, so I purposely pressed my dick into it to increase the pleasure.
"You did well tonight," Mom said, still looking ahead but now smiling. "Bryan would have been proud." She did nothing to acknowledge what I was doing to her physically, although my cock was about half erect now and I could feel her playfully pushing her ass back into it.
"Thanks, Mom, that means a lot to me," I replied. "But I couldn't have done it without you. Dad understood what it meant to have you at his side all those years, and now I see it too." I could feel myself starting to become sentimental, and it triggered a similar response from Mom.
"It's so weird Mom, these last couple of days have literally been the worst of my life because of losing Dad and yet when I think about us all I know is how happy you've made me and how determined I am to be the man you want and need."
"Bryan understood all of this better than we did, and that's why I think the best thing is to not overthink it and just worry about how we feel. I love you more than anything, James, and that's enough to make me look forward to every day we have together from now on."
"I love you too, Mom," I said. I was one of those men who had trouble saying that to girlfriends, especially the first time, as I'd wrestled with myself trying to sort out my feelings for them, but with Mom the words came out easily, naturally. I'd said them thousands of times to her throughout my life, and there was never any doubt. Dad really did know me better than I'd given him credit for; romantic relationships were much more of a struggle for me than I ever cared to admit. That wasn't going to happen this time; my love for Mom was unquestioned and absolute, and there was not even a single doubt in my mind that she felt the same about me. Knowing that gave me a comfort that was beyond words, and my respect for Dad's wisdom reached new heights.
"Dad was right about me, right about us," I said as I moved my arms around Mom's waist to hold her tightly against me. I kissed her lightly on the cheek, making her smile.
"I think I want to turn in now," I said, even though it was still early. "It's been a long day and I just want to unwind. We can finish cleaning up tomorrow." Of course, wanting to go to bed and wanting to sleep were two different things, and I hoped Mom would pick up on my invitation.
"Sounds great dear," she replied, "but I'm feeling a little stiff and am dying to take a hot bath first. You could wait up for me if you like, I'll try not to be too long." I was a bit disappointed at Mom's idea, something she picked up on immediately.
"Or you could join me if that sounds better," she suggested.
"I'd like that," I replied happily, "I'd like that a lot."
"Why don't you get us a couple of glasses of wine and meet me upstairs then," she said with the prettiest of smiles.
We had numerous bathrooms in the house, including three bathtubs, so I wasn't certain which one Mom was using. One of them had always been for her use only, a large white oval-shaped tub that had a classic, cozy look to it. I got the wine and went upstairs, and was startled to find her next to her tub, getting it ready with hot water and some scented oils she liked to use.
"Are you sure you want to use yours?" I asked. "I know it was always off limits to me and Dad."
"Only off limits to you, at least at first," Mom corrected. "If you haven't noticed, it's big enough for two; I bought it with that in mind."
"Oh, I see," I replied uneasily. Dad was loving in his own way, and romantic too, but I could easily picture him balking at the idea of taking baths with Mom. I could also imagine her haughtily declaring it off limits to the both of us after he did so. As I said before however, I wasn't here to compete with Dad. He was who he was, just as I was my own person.
"Here, let me deal with that," Mom said, taking the bottle and glasses from my hand. "The water is ready, go make yourself comfortable dear."
I was still dressed in my formal suit and tie, but now dutifully began removing it.
"You looked so handsome today dear, I couldn't keep my eyes off you," Mom remarked with a smile and intonation that was more sexually charged than I'd expected.
"I'm glad it wasn't just me then," I chuckled back. "Even wearing such a simple outfit like you did today, you were still the prettiest woman I saw all day. I tried not to stare, but I'm not so sure I succeeded."
It was then that it dawned on me what was happening, we were in love. Of course, we'd loved each other our whole lives, but not like this. This was a new love, an exciting love, a forbidden love but a love nevertheless accentuated with passion and desire. Every time I looked at Mom tonight, my heart began pumping a little faster, aching at being apart from her for even such a short time. I didn't just love her anymore, I was in love with her. And those feelings of love were now fueling my lust for her as well.
And now I could feel my heart speeding up again, as I noted her intently watching me get undressed. I could see the look of excitement building up in her as well, arousal tempered with the experience of someone who knew that events like this were best to be enjoyed slowly. As I slid off the last of my clothing, my cock sprang out, fully erect. It didn't matter that I hadn't touched it; just being alone with Mom in this erotic setting was more than enough to make me hard. I recalled Mom's words from before, about how much she enjoyed the sight of my hard cock, and felt gratified to be able to show it to her again.
"Someone's happy to see me," she kidded.
I loved her sly little remark, just as I loved the mischievous grin she flashed as her eyes noticeably focused on my erection. The electricity, the chemistry I was feeling with her now was something I hadn't felt for a long time with any woman, maybe never. And now it was happening with Mom, the love of my life even if it had been a platonic love until now. But that door between us had been opened too, and the feeling was more exhilarating than anything I could have ever imagined.
I lay back in the tub and now it was my turn to watch Mom get undressed. It was a surreal experience, knowing that not only had she worn this dress today but it had also served as her funeral dress for Dad a few days ago. I had chastized myself for having such mixed feelings, part of me respectful of the elegance she'd demonstrated in honoring Dad's memory and yet another part that had been undeniably attracted to her at a time when that was the last thing that should occupied my thoughts.
She faced me, keeping eye contact with me almost the entire time, enjoying the unadulterated excitement in my eyes as she exposed her sensual curves to me once more. Thus far, I'd managed to stay silent in my appreciation, but when her dress fell to the ground and I saw the matching garter belt holding Mom's black stockings in place I couldn't help but utter an approving groan. Her panties had taken me by surprise too, being a lot sexier and skimpier than what I would expect her to wear, but then again knowing her tastes it might have been the case that that was the only kind of underwear she owned.
"What, cat got your tongue?" she teased, enjoying my predicament. I'd managed to keep relatively calm to this point, but didn't care enough to maintain that facade anymore, wrapping one of my hands around and my dick and now slowly masturbating as I watched.
"I guess you could say I've always had a thing for garter belts and stockings," I quipped.
"I'll keep that in mind from now on," Mom said. She then walked saucily over to the side of the tub where I sat and asked, "Here, mind giving me a hand with these, honey?"
She'd unfastened the belt and presented her thigh for me to begin rolling the stocking down, but there were clearly ulterior motives for her action, as her panties were now only inches from my face. I could smell her arousal, almost taste it from this distance, and giving into those primal urges overtaking me immediately buried my face between her legs.
"Oh yeah," she yelped, a mixture of gasping in excitement and laughter. "That feels nice." My senses were intoxicated by her aroma by this point, and in a desperate attempt to get more my tongue had instinctively gone out, poking and licking away at the front of her panties in hopes of being rewarded with more of her essence. My face was buried between her legs now, going all out in a wild frenzy, when to my surprise Mom pulled away.
"Come on James, we'll have plenty enough time for that," she managed to say. For a second I thought I'd ruined the moment, but the arousal on her face was clear as Mom hastily caught her breath. If she wanted to slow things down a bit and savor her pleasure, that was fine by me. And with that Mom handed me my glass of wine and finished removing her clothes, and then joined me with a glass of her own, lying between my legs with her back against my chest. I wrapped my arms around her, just below her breasts, and merely held her for the next half hour or so as we enjoyed each other's company, talking, joking, and laughing with one another.
My cock was still hard, very hard in fact as it rest against Mom's thigh, but it wasn't a distraction for me. If anything, it added to the sensual feeling of the scented hot water and Mom's soft, warm body against mine. Occasionally, we'd stop and kiss for a while, but it was slow and leisurely, and I did my best to simply relish the moment, letting Mom set the pace, rather than try and press her for more. At one point, we were talking about the future, and all of a sudden Mom's voice became much more serious.
"There's something I've been meaning to talk to you about, James, and... I suppose now's a good a time as any," she said. For the most part, our conversation had been light-hearted, but I could hear an earnestness enter Mom's voice now.
"A few weeks ago... Bryan had a sperm sample sent to a fertility clinic. He knows the owner there well, in fact, he made a deal with him, that if "we" ever get pregnant the clinic will certify that it was done artificially there using Bryan's sample. We also have the option of doing the same if you want to give a sample, but they will still record it as coming from Bryan. Your father thought it would make things a lot easier for us if any children we had were legally his."
"He's right," I said, marveling at how Dad, the master wheeler-dealer, was still making things happen for me from beyond the grave.
"James..." Mom began hesitantly, "Were you serious, really serious, about wanting to have a baby?"
"I think so," I began cautiously. "I know it's a big step, and that alone makes it scary, but I feel like I'm ready. More than anything, having you there with me makes me feel a lot better."
"Really?" Mom asked with genuine excitement.
"What about you, Mom?" I asked. "I don't want you to agree to anything just because of me. You have to want it as much as I do or I'd rather we forget the whole idea."
"It's all I've thought about, dear," Mom answered, her voice becoming increasingly fervent. She'd always had a tough time talking about her efforts to get pregnant after me, enough that I treated the topic as a taboo subject, but I hoped she would be willing to talk about it now.
"I know it was hard for you, Mom... I know how much you wanted more children, but that was a long time ago. I thought you'd possibly given up on the idea by now."
"No, but as life went on, things changed between your Dad and me, and the idea of trying to get pregnant again seemed like less of a good idea."
"Well, if you want to try again, we can," I said. "In fact, if you want to try In-vitro again with Dad's sample, I'm fine with that too." After everything Dad had done for me, for us, I'd happily raise his child. It seemed like a fitting tribute.
"We never told you this James, but the main reason the doctors gave as to why I'd miscarried was because of something wrong with Bryan's sperm. And with me being older too now... I don't think I'd want to take that chance again. Besides, I want it to happen the natural way, even if it's less likely to work for a woman my age."
Mom looked up at me, smiling warmly, and I felt the need to take her hand in mine, with our fingers interlacing lovingly.
"If it's meant to happen, then it will happen," she continued, "And if it doesn't, and you still want a child, then we'll find another way."
"Okay," I said.
"But we can't wait any longer. My body clock is ticking, and there's not a lot of time left."
"I understand."
"Then it's agreed. I won't take my birth control pill today, or from now on. It'll take a few days before I'll have any chance of getting pregnant, and we'll see what happens after that. There's only thing I would like from you James."
"What's that?" I asked.
"We can have fun whenever and wherever you like, but when it comes to trying to get pregnant, I only want it to happen in our bed."
"You mean fucking?" I asked with amusement, seeing Mom become suddenly too bashful to say the word.
"Yes," she replied. "You... your Dad..." she replied awkwardly until finding the right words, "I became pregnant with you in that bed. I feel like if fate wants it to happen again, it'll happen there."
I loved the idea, and while I didn't say it aloud I think we both knew there was something erotically poetic about Mom wanting me to impregnate her in the same bed where I had been conceived.
With that matter settled Mom began to focus on our current lovemaking, turning around to face me and then showering my face, neck, and chest with amorous kisses. Her ministrations ended with her straddling my prone body, facing me as she lowered herself onto my stiff cock.
"Oh, oh yes," she began gasping almost immediately as she eagerly rode my erection. Once again, the sex was great, not only because Mom was such an accomplished lover, knowing when to speed up and when to slow down to maximize the experience for both of us, but because I got to watch her sexy body writhing to and fro as she thrust herself like a wild woman against me, culminating with me getting the perfect view of her pretty face contorting as she screamed out my name in orgasm.
I'd known this woman my whole life and yet there was so much I didn't know about her, and now that I'd been able to connect with her on this most intimate level I felt an insatiable need for more. We got out of the tub and found some towels to dry each other off, and I couldn't help but smile to myself a bit as I looked back at it. All these years I'd wondered why Mom had bought such a large tub, since it was almost too big for this sized room, never guessing that she'd done so with the specific intent of having sex in it with Dad. And now, years later, her plans were being finally fulfilled with me. Finding out any new intimate details about her like this was like being handed a precious stone for me, something to be cherished and appreciated.
***
The next few weeks were hectic as I gradually shifted more and more of my responsibilities at work to other trusted, capable people. Most of them had worked under Dad, so I had no reason to lack any faith in them, but there were still plenty of meetings and so forth that I was required to attend until all was finally settled.
Mom was clearly disappointed at not being able to spend as much time with me. Dad had warned me about this, about how she would suffer from being alone, and I was now seeing a bit of what he had predicted firsthand. I assured Mom that this was only temporary, and I meant it. I also tried to be more open about my feelings for her, telling her that she would always be the most important person in my life, as well as the child that I felt certain was coming. That last part made Mom particularly happy, as ever since our last conversation I'd never seen her so preoccupied about anything, never really understanding how badly she wanted another child until now.
Our sex life had been sporadic with me being away so much, but now those matters were settled, and I promised Mom that she would be the focus of my life again. I'd first made that promise to Dad, and then to her, but I wasn't merely fulfilling obligations to them anymore. This was what I wanted, she was what I wanted. This was a different life than anything I'd experienced, and I wanted it to continue.
The end of every week became an event as Mom would take a home pregnancy test, and despite them all being negative so far, we both managed to keep our spirits up. And while she was obviously focused on it during sex, I was glad to see that it wasn't her obsession either. For example, I often still came in her mouth, since she knew how much I enjoyed it, with Mom always reassuring me that it was okay with her because a lack of sperm from me was the last thing she ever worried about. Mom might have been right about that -- as I mentioned before cumming four times or more during sex was normal for me, usually with hardly any rest periods needed in between.
I still remember how excited she got when she first learned this about me, and I loved that she enjoyed finding out new things about me sexually as much as I did with her. We'd be fucking and fucking and I'd cum really hard before she'd cum at all, and she'd expect me to want to rest a bit when I'd shock her by instead ramming away at her pussy again, with my erection barely losing anything.
"Oh my god," she'd said in a stunned voice, before settling down enough to let me have my way with her again. Afterward, she jokingly referred to my testicles as "magic balls" for being able to produce that much cum, and so taking a load down her throat every time we had sex was not something that concerned her at all with regards to trying to get pregnant.
As for me, I was having the time of my life during these sessions, and it wasn't just because Mom's sex drive, even without her pregnancy motive, was such that it made me feel like I was cumming day and night. It wasn't just the quantity of sex we were having, however, but the quality too. Mom was by far the most responsive lover I'd ever had, everything I did seemed to turn her on, and it brought out an uninhibited side of me that I had no reservations about letting loose whenever we were together.
I did things I'd never done before with a woman, like lick her ass and fuck it with my tongue. Anal sex is not really my thing, but I loved growling at her that she should expect me to fuck her ass one day, and she always writhed in excitement at hearing my dirty talk about it. A lot of that came from me being practically entranced by Mom's ass for years, and now all those primal emotions were being unleashed as well, even in ways I couldn't have expected.
Another example of this was that I'd never spanked a woman during sex before, but one day when I'd really lost control I'd turned Mom over on my lap and began swatting away. She hadn't expected it, and I found out later it was a new thing for her too, but it wasn't long before she'd gotten caught up in the moment, egging me on as I spanked her bare bottom. It was just physical for me at first, but as Mom taunted me to punish her "naughty ass" I got engaged in the verbal side of it too, culminating with me calling her filthy whore for wanting to fuck her son all these years as I rained slap after slap on her now cherry red ass and her begging me for more.
With all this self-exploration going on I had worried about keeping the promise I'd made to Mom about only having intercourse in our bed, but if anything the opposite ended up being true. Not that it wouldn't have been nice to have sex elsewhere sometimes, but that didn't stop us from having plenty of foreplay elsewhere. And when the time was right, I'd sweep Mom up into my arms, typically with both of us naked by this point, and carry her upstairs. The interruption wasn't a bad one; if anything I felt gallant as I took those steps towards our bedroom with both of us knowing how determined I was to get her pregnant. I'd look down at Mom as I carried her and see her knowingly smiling back, and just her knowing that I was going to fuck her relentlessly to try and give her that baby she wanted added greatly to my excitement.
By the time we'd get to the bedroom, we'd both be in a frenzy, fucking like a couple of wild animals in heat. I'd be thrusting into Mom, holding her tightly in place as I rammed my cock into her from above or behind, or whatever other angle we'd settled on, knowing how much she wanted me to give her a baby and that I was going to be relentless in making it happen for her. And so I'd cum and cum, forcing my cock as deep into her as I could each time, visualizing my semen coating her soft, expecting womb over and over with more of my sticky cum. I think my added excitement would rub off on Mom too, because she'd usually climax several times during these sessions, which felt as much like a physical workout as they did having sex. Afterward, we lay together in bed, exhausted, and Mom would usually do something like hold me in her arms and laugh happily, telling me how much she loved me.
I'll never forget the day it happened, the day Mom showed me her home pregnancy test with the big plus sign on it. She was as giddy as a schoolgirl, and after I took her into my arms and we kissed for a while, we both became very emotional. Mom wept her tears of joy softly as we embraced, and I confided to her about how much I'd grown as a person and a man in the three months we'd been together, and how I would do the same to be the best father I could.
"And husband," Mom suddenly added.
"Mom, I..."
"What's wrong, James? Don't you have those types of feelings for me?"
Of course, I did. These last few months with Mom had been the best of my life, and watching those barriers final between us come down as we became lovers had been unforgettable, but she had been married, to Dad, and the last thing I wanted to do was disrespect his memory.
"Give me your hand," I said. Was she really serious about this? Not that I thought she was bluffing, but I guess I needed to find out. I took Mom's hand in mine and then gently grasped her wedding band with the fingers of my other hand.
"Are you really sure about this?" I asked, looking deep into her eyes. "What about Dad?"
"More than anything, Bryan wanted us to be together," she replied. "And if there's anyone he'd want me to call husband again, it would be you."
Deep down I knew she was right; he'd literally given Mom to me, saying he wanted me to be her man going forward, that he wanted, or at least expected, her to re-marry, but that he didn't trust anyone with that responsibility besides me.
I slowly began sliding the ring off, stopping about halfway to once again look into Mom's eyes.
"Really James, it's alright," Mom reassured me. "Your Dad will always be special to me, but that doesn't mean we can't build a life together of our own. It's what Bryan wanted and, more importantly, it's what I want."
The scene was practically surreal to me as I slid Mom's wedding band the rest of the way off and placed it on a table nearby. I had no memories of ever seeing her without it, as if the large, double-band diamond ring had always been a part of her hand. She seemed more naked without it than any article of clothing she could remove. I was a bit stunned, not really sure what to do next, but then Mom suddenly took me into a warm embrace and we kissed. Just like her, it was sweet and romantic, but also exciting and sensual.
We held each other like this, gently kissing and caressing one another, until Mom finally broke away and took my hand in hers. Coincidentally, or maybe not so, she did it with the hand that had worn Dad's ring all these years but was now bare.
"Come on," she said giving me the most inviting of smiles before leading me back to our bedroom. The mood was sweet and gentle, articles of clothing gradually coming off as we continued our sensual foreplay, until we were once again in the bed naked together, with me on top lying between Mom's V- spread legs and my hard cock filling her warm pussy..
I was slowly thrusting in and out of her, purposefully building up my pace when she suddenly started moaning, "Yes James, just like that. Make love to me, make love to your wife." I continued fucking her with long deep strokes that bottomed out as my cock buried itself to the hilt on each entry, listening to her moans and groans that were gradually becoming louder and more intense. And that's when I could really sense it, know it to be completely true. I was making love to my wife, my cock buried inside her pussy, feeling her cervix every time with my tip as my balls slapped loudly against her entrance. And in my mind's eye, only slightly beyond my cock's reach, was the egg I had fertilized, attached to her uterine wall where Mom would nurture it with all her love the same way she had done with me twenty-five years before.
I turned Mom around to take her from behind, since not only did it allow me to get another look at her glorious ass but because I'd always managed to fuck her the hardest in this position. It was the deepest for her too, and Mom had occasionally had cervical climaxes when we did it this way. I was determined to make it happen for her again today.
I began ramming into her as hard as I could, pushing myself to my limits, and my extra vigor had taken over her too. I wanted to hear her scream, and soon enough she was.
"That's it husband, fuck your wife, make her cum!"
It was as unexpected for me as it was exciting, and if Mom's goal was to incite me to greater passion it worked, as I thrust into her with a practically ruthless energy. But it was just about that though; we were as close as any husband and wife. I didn't need a ring to prove that to either of us, although I would get her one now and take great joy in seeing Mom wear it until death did us part.
"Come on husband, fuck me fuck me!" she demanded, her shouts growing hoarse as if she was starting to lose her voice.
I came hard and deep inside her, with one final thrust holding myself firm as I emptied a copious load of my semen into her womb. This had become a standard practice of mine as part of our trying to get pregnant, and although it wasn't necessary now it was too much a habit to abandon so soon. Mom's climax hit her immediately afterward, and from the way her entire body shook beneath me and the earth-shattering shriek she gave I was certain that she managed to achieve one of her 'C-spot' orgasms. We lay together in each other arms afterward, lovingly holding one another and exchanging gentle kisses. It was then that I was able to look Mom in the eye and call her my wife for the first time. She looked so happy as she smiled warmly back at me, calling me husband. I lovingly held her bare hand once more, and then we held one another, truly feeling like we were husband and wife as we drifted off to sleep.
***
Epilogue:
Three months have now passed, and all seems well. Mom has had several visits with her obstetrician, and despite her age and other risk factors everything appears to be pointing to us having a textbook, healthy pregnancy. We've also seen a few other specialists along the way, and they all seem confident about how well she's doing. It gave us enough confidence that Mom and I decided to formally announce she was expecting to our family and friends. Of course, we used Dad's pre-arranged plan, and most if not all of our social circle thought it a loving tribute that Mom would bear another child for him, and they were all extremely proud of me for promising to take the responsibility of raising it as if it were my own.
Other than following doctor's orders, Mom had promised to take it easy at home. We'd had a maid to help around the house, but she'd left shortly before Dad passed. That was probably for the best anyway, since she knew who I was and it would have been hard to explain things like Mom and I now sleeping in the same bed. I wanted to hire someone new, but it was proving to be difficult, as I felt like it was inevitable that at some point they'd discover the truth about Mom and I.
"I might be able to help with that," Mom said. "Before Ana moved away she had someone working for her, who knew all about her and David and was perfectly fine with it. Let me call her."
Mom and Ana didn't keep in touch much these days, but she had sent us a beautiful arrangement and condolence card when Dad passed. Mom had also sent out a pregnancy announcement card to Ana, but hadn't heard anything back from her yet. I had some matters to attend to myself, so I told her to call Ana and let me know how things went later. I was in my home office doing some work when Mom came in to talk to me.
"Good news," Mom said as she came into the room and sat across my desk from me. "Ana still has her maid's old number. She's only doing odd cleaning jobs here and there, but is looking for another live-in arrangement. I haven't called her yet, thinking I should talk to you first, but from what Ana told me I say we should hire her."
"We can talk about that in a bit, first tell me about how things went with Ana," I said. "I know the two of you aren't on the best of terms anymore."
"It's true that we aren't close like before, and sure, I don't talk to her much these days, but we're still friends," Mom replied. "She was overjoyed to hear about me being pregnant..."
"Oh?" I asked. "And... I feel like you're leaving out something."
"Well, Ana could tell that there was more to the story than I was letting on and so she finally came out and said it. She said that when she read the card saying that Bryan was the father she had doubts about it and had hoped, really hoped, that it was actually yours."
"Wow, did we really do that bad a job with the announcement?" I asked.
"I don't think so, I think it was just Ana being Ana, and with her knowing how things were between me and Bryan and me and you. Anyway, she was so happy she began crying when I admitted it was yours."
"Are you sure that was a good idea to tell her?" I asked.
"We can trust Ana; I wouldn't have called to ask her about her maid if we didn't," Mom answered. "Anyway, the girl who worked for them, Mai, knew they were a couple as well as mother and son, as Ana felt she could trust her with that information a few weeks after hiring her. According to Ana, it was never a problem."
"Mai, that's Asian, right?" I asked.
"She's originally from Vietnam, but emigrated a few years ago. Ana said she's twenty-two, speaks passable English, and is a very hard worker."
"I suppose, if you're convinced she's worth hiring, then I'm fine with it too," I said.
***
Another month has passed and once again everything appears to be running smoothly. My relationship with Mom is stronger than ever. I love being with Mom as she goes through this; even on the days when she's not feeling well it only strengthens my resolve as I am there to provide for and support her. She's more beautiful to me than ever too. As is Mom's fashion she still loves lounging next to our pool, and with my encouragement almost always does so in the nude, wearing nothing but the bright emerald ring I put on her finger to pledge my everlasting love for her. She's showing now too, and the way Mom's face lights up every time she proudly shows off her baby bump makes me so excited for the days to come. I truly feel like we are partners, lovers, and yes, husband and wife.
Then there's Mai, who has made things so much easier on the both of us by taking care of the house as well as helping me with Mom. We've never openly discussed "it" with her, but knowing she knows gives me a sense of comfort and relief. She's often in earshot to hear me say "Mom," a habit that I don't see going away any time soon, just like she knows Mom and I retire to the same bedroom every night.
As for our sex life, Mom and I still like to spice things up by having it as often as possible at different times and places around the house, and while we try to be somewhat discreet, I have no doubt Mai has often inadvertently heard and probably even caught us doing it several times by now. She's never acknowledged what she knows, other than maybe a slight blush or knowing smile here and there, making me believe that at the very least she's not offended by our living arrangement.
Life has been tough without Dad; Mom and I still talk about him often and fondly, but those sad conversations always end with us being thankful for the wisdom he showed in bringing the two of us together. Each day is something I look forward to, something to cherish and enjoy. I wouldn't have had that without what Dad gave me before he passed, and what Mom gives me every day that we're together.