Paddling back across the lake, we discovered that muscles unused to
this activity had grown stiff and sore. We bitched, joked, and
complained to each other as we worked out the stiffness and warmed to
the task of paddling. The sun sank behind the mountains and a light
breeze cooled us as we dug in harder with our paddles to move faster.
Neither of us wanted to be out on the lake in pitch darkness before
the moon came up.
After a stint of determined paddling we arrived at twilight. I helped
Mom carry things back to the cabin and then went out back to start the
generator. When I came inside Mom was taking a shower so I sat on the
porch and watched the moon come up and bathe the mountains in a wash
of silver light. When Mom finished I showered while she put together a
cold snack for dinner.
We ate inside and talked of inconsequential things. I got the feeling
that she was circling around the subject that remained unspoken
between us. When we finished dinner I helped Mom with the dishes and
we straightened up the dining area. With order restored to the cabin
we went out on the porch and sat in the love seat enjoying the moonlit
lake and mountains.
After a few silent moments Mom broke the silence, “Paul, thanks for a
wonderful day. It has been a long time since I have been able to
completely relax and enjoy myself.”
“I had a good time too. I have never seen you like this . . . You are
a fun person to be with.”
“So are you.”, she replied and put an arm around me and gave me a
quick hug. I moved closer to find a more comfortable position. Our
positions were a little awkward so I put an arm around Mom and she
snuggled close beside me and put her head on my shoulder.
Words seemed out of place so we sat silently as we gazed out over the
lake. I could feel Mom’s hair, still damp from the shower, tickle my
cheek. I was content; I had Mom, warm and soft, sitting beside me. It
was a perfect moment, how could everything not be right? I gave her a
little affectionate hug and felt her settle in closer. Time seemed
suspended and our future balanced at this pivotal moment. A tiny push
would move us on a new path. What direction would that path take? I
almost held my breath, afraid that the act of breathing might spoil
the delicate equilibrium.
She looked up at me as I sat staring out over the lake. I could sense
her gaze as she studied my features. When I looked down at her in the
dimness of the reflected moonlight I could only make out her eyes and
lips in the pale oval of her face. Her eyes were like magnets drawing
me closer and closer until our lips met. Emotions overpowered me and I
put both arms around her, crushed her to my chest, and bore down on
her lips with a kiss filled with my desire. She hesitated for only a
second and answered my kiss with a fire that burned hotter with each
passing second. All our inhibitions were lost within that kiss.
One moment we were kissing on the porch and the next we were lying
naked in bed with no conscious transition from one place to the other.
We were locked together in an embrace and our lips were fused in a
never-ending kiss. Desire raged within me hot and fierce. I was
traveling a path I had never taken before and was unsure of my way.
The hot softness of her sex pressed against my throbbing erection
excited me beyond reason and reflexively I began to thrust and probe
as she responded with movements of her own. Our breathing was deep and
ragged like a pair of demented steam engines as our tongues dueled and
probed in a kiss of pure passion. I slid a hand down her back until I
cupped one firm cheek in my palm and crushed our bodies even closer
together. I was beyond control; totally lost in the ecstasy of passion
gone wild.
I buried my face against her soft breasts and kissed her nipples. I
was consumed with desire and too inexperienced for the niceties.
Overwhelmed with passion I rolled on top and she guided my erect
member between the lips of her secret place. In a few hurried strokes
I entered her and the slippery warmth of her inner flesh carried me
away on an orgasm that seemed to go on forever. This was my first
experience and it was over so fast that I couldn’t separate one
sensation from another. All I could do was lay on top of her and
marvel at the warmth I felt deep inside her body. For long moments I
lay atop her and held her close. I was drifting in a sleepy reverie
filled with the contentment of sexual fulfillment when something
intruded into paradise.
What was wrong! Her body had gone rigid in my arms and she was trying
to push me off. “Oh God, please Paul get off! What have I done? We
can’t do this, please get off!”, she kept saying over and over as she
struggled to get out from under me.
My warm fuzzy world died in a second, replaced by fear and shock, and
I rolled over on my back wondering why she had suddenly changed from a
loving partner to whatever she was now.
“What’s wrong Mom?”, I asked
“What’s wrong? We’ve just committed incest, that’s what’s wrong! How
did I let things get so far out of control?”
Totally confused by her sudden change in attitude I hardly knew what
to say so I grabbed at the first coherent thought that surfaced, “Mom,
I thought you wanted to?”
There was a long silence before she answered my question. When she
began to speak again her voice was very controlled and her words came
out one by one as if she was carefully considering each syllable,
“Paul, a moment ago we allowed our passion to overcome our judgment.
You and I have been playing a dangerous game. I should have put a stop
to it when you became aroused that first night but I didn’t. I didn’t
want to embarrass you by making a big deal out of it. Allowing the
same thing to happen the next night and not stopping it because I
enjoyed it was wrong. I am your mother and I shouldn’t have allowed
myself to play with our emotions.”
Mom paused for a moment to think and my mind raced for something to
say to stop this train of thought. I had just experienced the most
wonderful thing that had ever happened to me and I didn’t want it
snatched away. Just to make noise and interrupt her thinking I asked,
“Mom, you did say you enjoyed what we had been doing up to now didn’t
you?”
“That’s not a fair question for what we did was wrong.”
I remembered a debate in school the past semester where we had argued
the right and wrong of some people’s beliefs. If it some people
believed an act was right and others believed it wrong was it right or
wrong? The consensus was the act was either right or wrong depending
on the individual’s personal beliefs and the same act for another
person could have the opposite meaning that was just as valid. Neither
individual had the right to judge the other. I now had a very personal
and practical application for that debate.
“Why was it wrong? We both wanted and enjoyed it.”
“Didn’t you learn anything in church? Incest is morally wrong.”
“Mom, a boy and girl I know can’t go to dances because their church
forbids dancing because it is immoral. You and I both enjoy dancing
and our church doesn’t forbid it. Haven’t you always taught me that
just because everyone says something it isn’t necessarily right?”
“Paul are you trying to justify incest?”
“Who was Cain’s wife Mom?”
“Damned if I know?”, she said and after a few moments of silence began
laughing. “No one has a logical answer for that one in biblical
context.”
“I don’t have a logical answer for why I love you like this either but
I do and I can’t deny it.” I turned on my side and hugged Mom close;
she was unresponsive but didn’t resist. “Mom, I love you just as
deeply now as I did yesterday or a week ago. . . . The only thing that
has changed is how I love you; I love all of you now.” When I kissed
her she returned my kiss with a tenderness that gave me hope she was
beginning to accept our new relationship.
“Paul, I feel much like you but there are two little voices in my head
screaming for my attention. One says this is wrong and shouldn’t
happen. It doesn’t give any reasons it just keeps reminding me that
this is wrong. The other voice tells me that my love for you is
beautiful and good. It points out how much you love me and how much I
want you. I guess the voices are simply the opposing sides of my mind
trying to find a rational answer to my dilemma.”
“What little I have been taught in the past says this is wrong but I
have never examined these beliefs before. Now I have to examine them
and, to add to the difficulty, it’s after I’ve made love with you. . .
. Paul, how can you be my lover and still be my son?”
Where did she get that question? My whole line of logic crumbled as I
searched for an answer. If I ever had to debate with Mom around I
hoped she was on my team. “I think you want to know if we can be
mother and son just as we were before. I can answer
yes to that. All
my life I have defered to your judgment and I will always do that. You
have let me make my own decisions within your rules and when I’ve made
a mistake you’ve corrected me. I don’t see how that could change other
than the changes that come with growing up.”
“Can I be your lover? I don’t know. Until tonight I had no experience
at that and I can’t answer that part of your question. I guess the
only truthful thing I can say is I want to learn to be your lover.”
“Paul kiss me goodnight and lets sleep on this. Perhaps by tomorrow
morning we’ll have some answers to all the questions that are in our
minds.”
“Mom, I’ll feel the same in the morning and I don’t have any
unanswered questions except what are you going to do?”
“I don’t know but perhaps I’ll have an answer in the morning. Maybe
one of the voices will be silent when I wake up. Now kiss me good
night and let’s get some sleep.”
After kissing Mom goodnight I lay awake for a few minutes thinking. I
was reasonably sure that everything would be all right. Mom either
said no and that was the end of it or she said maybe now and later
said yes. If she remained true to pattern she would accept our new
situation. I fell asleep thinking about my first lover.
I woke up before sunrise and went to the bathroom in the gray light of
dawn. Mom was sleeping and I was careful not to wake her. I gently
crawled in bed and went back to sleep.
The next time I woke up the sun had come up and spilled golden light
through the window. To my surprise Mom had been quietly watching me as
I slept. I started to say something but she smiled and put a finger to
her lips asking me to keep silent. Next she put her arms around me and
gave me a warm tender kiss. I was confused at first but in seconds I
instinctively responded and hugged her close. A smile lit up her face
and sparkled in her eyes.
We lay in bed on our sides facing each other and she molded her body
to mine. I pulled her close and gave her a long kiss. Desire overcame
me and like last night I climbed on top only to reach an orgasm in
seconds. She gave me a warm kiss and held me close as I lay still in
contentment.
“Do you still love me,”, she asked.
“I love you Mom.”
” And I love you too. . . . Do you think you could get off and let me
on top? You’re heavy.”, she said with a smile.
Reluctantly I climbed off and lay beside her. She sat up and got on
her knees astride me giving me my first view of her sex still wet with
my semen. She had an almost perfect triangle of pubic hair that
surrounded the full outer lips and another pair of pink lips, slick
and shiny, peeked out between the outer lips. What surprised me was
her clitoris. It was the size of the first joint of my little finger
and extended outside the outer lips. It looked like a little pink
penis. I had seen pictures of naked women before and I had studied an
anatomy book but I had never seen anything like that.
As Mom positioned herself over me and took my wet slippery penis in
her hand, I remembered how good it had felt before and I became fully
erect. My penis throbbed with every heartbeat as she slowly lowered
her body down enveloping my throbbing erection in the incredible
warmth deep inside her sex. I rotated my hips to push as deep as I
could inside her. In this position I could touch the very bottom of
her vagina and I could feel a hard bump rub against the head of my
penis. This was as good as it got.
Mom took both my hands and placed them on her breasts. As I cupped her
breasts she began to move back and forth grinding our pelvises
together. With each stroke I could feel the bump in the bottom of her
sex rub back and forth across the head of my penis sending wonderful
sensations all the way to my groin. Faster and faster she moved
driving me on toward my orgasm. After the last time I had a little
more control and I approached my orgasm slowly. As the violence of her
movements increased she was so wet that each stroke made slippery
sounds that echoed around the room. I could feel little contractions
begin to ripple through the walls of her vagina and Mom’s face screwed
up in a tight mask as if she was in pain. Her strokes were so rapid I
could hold back no longer and I felt my semen spurt deep inside her to
pool wet and warm around the head of my penis. Each time I had a
contraction she answered me with a contraction of her own until she
had one so strong it felt as if I had been gripped by a strong hand.
Mom screamed, “OOOHHHHH YESSSSSSSSSSS!”, and collapsed on my chest.
She showered kisses all over my face and kept saying, “OMIGOD that was
so good Paul, it was so good!”, punctuated with more kisses. Finally
she calmed down and lay her head on the pillow beside mine. We just
lay there in each other’s arms and I never wanted to move. I had just
had the most incredible orgasm of my life and I could still feel
little contractions shudder through Mom’s body. Every now and then I
would have a little twitch that would trigger a whole series in her.
We lay still for a long time not moving or wanting to move. A
particularly strong contraction spit my limp penis out in the cold.
Mom laughed, “Now that she’s had her fun she doesn’t want to have
anything to do with him, does she?”
“He’s too weak to protest or put up a fight.”, I replied.
Laughing Mom rolled off and lay beside me. Words were not necessary,
after all the talk of last night I knew which little voice had won out
and discussion was the last thing I wanted right now. We kissed again
and again, I couldn’t get enough of her kisses, and I couldn’t bear to
be separated from her by as much as an inch. I found her soft breasts
and began to fondle them and kiss the nipples. As I explored her
breasts with my lips she guided my hand to her sex and I slipped a
finger inside. I explored the depths of her vagina all the way to the
bump in the very bottom. The walls were so soft and slippery to the
touch. This was the place that gave me so much pleasure. Mom took my
hand and guided my fingers to her clitoris. She showed me how to
massage it with gentle strokes. When she was satisfied I had learned
to manipulate it properly she took hold of my penis and began to play
with it. It wasn’t long until we were both being carried away by
passion.
She rolled away from me on her back and spread her legs. I got on my
knees between her legs and lowered myself over her as she guided me
inside. In two or three strokes I was buried full length and when I
started to move she said, “Lay still for a little while, I like to
feel all of you inside.”
I kissed her and lay still concentrating on how good the warm prison
of her flesh felt. Every now and again I could feel little
contractions in her vagina and I would answer her with a voluntary
throb of my penis. I lay still as long as I could and when I could
stand it no longer I started making little short strokes.
Mom gave me a kiss and murmured, “That’s it, slowly, slowly.”, as she
matched my movements. In moments the strokes became longer and
stronger until I was almost pulling out on the end of each one. We had
begun to climb the mountain and we moved faster and faster as we
hammered our bodies together trying to reach the heights. The moment
came when I could hold back no longer and I drove my full length
inside her and held her close as spasm after spasm rolled through my
groin each one answered by her contractions that seemed to come from
deep within her body. I could feel the hot, sticky semen collect
inside and each time she had a contraction it would spill out and drip
off my scrotum.
Finally it was over, we lay together not wanting to move in the
contented afterglow that follows a mutual orgasm. We were both wet
with the slippery stickiness of our mingled love juices and I could
feel a little tickling sensation as the excess ran down between us and
dripped on the sheets.
“Paul, this is the first time I have ever had two orgasms back to back
and that last one almost made me faint.”
I kissed Mom and gave her a hug as an answer for I didn’t have a
response for that statement. If this was what sex was like I knew I
could never get enough. “Mom, I wish I knew enough words to tell you
how much I love you right now.”
“Words aren’t necessary, your actions say enough.”
We lay together for a little while longer occasionally exchanging
kisses. After a short while Mom said, “Paul, my legs are going to
sleep and I need a shower, think you could let me up.” I climbed off
and lay beside her as she continued, “If you’ll start the generator
I’ll put on a pot of coffee and we can have a cup after we shower.
Want to take a shower with your old Mom?”
“Can I wash you all over?”, I asked.
“Only if you’ll let me wash you.”, she answered.
“You got a deal.”
I climbed out of bed and put on my robe and flip-flops. It was a
minute’s job to get the generator started and when I came back inside
Mom
had just finished with the coffeepot. I followed her into the
bathroom and waited as she got the shower temperature just right.
Mom got in the shower and when I followed the water felt scalding hot.
I would have jumped back out but she was hugging me and I couldn’t
move. “Mom the shower’s too hot.”
“I like the water hot, just relax and you will get used to it.”
She was right, after a minute or two it felt good. She handed me the
soap and a washcloth saying, “Give me a good scrubbing, I feel like I
have the stickies all over.”
I began to scrub her back and worked all the way down to her feet.
When she turned around I started washing her but somehow I found it
hard to stop washing her breasts. She laughed at me and made me wash
other places. When I got to her crotch I carefully washed everything.
I spread the lips apart and slipped a finger inside exploring. Her
clitoris was lying between the lips, limp and shrunken from what I had
seen this morning. It looked just like a tiny limp penis. I continued
scrubbing her all the way down to her feet.
When it was my turn, Mom was very businesslike and scrubbed me all
over except my groin area. She saved that for last and took her time
commenting now and again on how nicely I had developed. Of course I
got an erection and she playfully stroked me a few times as a tease.
“Rinse off, let’s get out of here and have some coffee before I get
all worked up again.”
Later we sat on the porch looking out over the lake with an after
breakfast coffee. I could sense that Mom wanted to talk about
something but seemed reluctant to start. I had learned from past
experience to just wait her out and let her get her thoughts in order.
She seemed happy with our new relationship and I wanted her to stay
that way. I had discovered real sex and I didn’t want to lose the
promise of a regular partner. Most boys my age were reading magazines
and masturbating but after experiencing sex with a mature woman
self-gratification to pictures would be a weak substitute.
A new and frightening thought dawned on me; I had to be a model son
for she possessed the ultimate punishment if I did anything that
earned her disapproval. . . .
. . . . I heard a voice coming from a great distance. I had been
concentrating on my thoughts and had drifted off into my own little
world. “Paul, a penny for your thoughts.”, Mom said.
“I was just thinking about how happy I am right now.”
“Are you really happy about us?”
“Yes Mom. I don’t have to hide my feelings anymore.”
“How long have you had these feelings about me Paul?”
“I guess since the first time you talked about needing a chastity
belt.”
“You mean that I have been agonizing over wanting you for months and
you have been doing the same?”
I couldn’t believe my ears; Mom had wanted me and neither of us knew
of the other’s desires. “I guess that’s right Mom.”
Mom began to laugh and walked over and sat on my lap. After a hug and
kiss she said, “I dreamed up this long speech to justify my actions
and now I find out that you were agonizing over the same thing. I was
just waiting for you to make a positive move; I wanted to be sure that
I wasn’t taking advantage of you.”
Mom was silent for a moment and when her words sunk in I remarked,
“You mean if I had just been a little more insistent . . . .”
“I think so, yes. Do you want me to give my long speech or shall we
just accept what is?”
“No speeches. I only have one question; what happened last night?”
“Yesterday morning when you had your little accident it was time for
us to move on to other things. When you kissed me last night it was
all over; I was certain that you had no reservations. The problem was,
after it was too late, the last vestiges of my morality surfaced and I
threw my little tantrum. This morning there were no doubts in my mind,
I love you Paul, and wherever this leads I want us to be together. I
can’t justify what we are doing; I just have this blind love and
desire that I can’t deny.”
I had no reply for Mom’s last statement and I don’t think she expected
one. I hugged her closer and after a kiss just held her in my arms.
Mom curled up on my lap and tucked her head in the hollow of my neck.
There was nothing erotic suggested, I felt as if I was holding a child
in my arms and she obviously felt protected. I had a lot of roles to
play; I was a son, a confessor, a lover, and a protector. We faced
many complications and more pitfalls that I cared to count but we had
weathered the tough times after the divorce so this should be easier.
Mom tilted her head up and pulled me down to her for a long loving
kiss. When we came up for air she said, “Paul, we have more to talk
about. Want me to get us another cup of coffee before we start?”
“Coffee would be nice, thanks. What else do we have to talk about?”
“Us, our relationship, and how we keep it secret.”, she said getting
up and walking away.
I walked around back of the cabin and shut the generator down. When I
returned Mom was sitting at a little table on the porch with two cups
of coffee. I took the chair adjacent to her and took a sip of fresh
coffee.
She stirred her coffee and appeared to be deep in thought. After a
moment she began with a question, “Paul have you really thought about
our future?”
Taken aback by her question I realized I hadn’t given any thought to
anything beyond the here and now. “No Mom, I’ve never thought beyond
our . . . . How do I say this? . . . . first time.”
“I thought so. I have been thinking of what could happen and the most
pressing problem is secrecy. We can get away with a lot because no one
ever suspects a mother would have an affair with her son. Ben and Pat
put us in a double bed together without blinking an eye but if we
become too familiar with each other in public we could invite
suspicion.”
“In private, meaning at our house, we can do whatever we want
including all the silly things lovers do with each other. If we are
ever caught; I have committed a crime and I can go to jail. It doesn’t
matter if you consent or not. Do you understand why we must keep this
absolutely secret?
“Don’t worry Mom, I won’t say anything to anyone.”
“You have to be very careful what you say around your friends when
they talk about sex. If you know too much it could make them
suspicious and they know what girls you are or are not seeing. It’s a
bit late to ask but can you play dumb around your classmates?”
“That’s easy, I just keep my mouth shut and listen to their stories.”
“Are you sure you can do this? You don’t think you might want to brag
a little do you?”
“I won’t be able to will I?”
“That’s right you won’t. Can you think of anything to ask me?”
“No Mom, other than why so many questions?”
“Paul I can ask a thousand questions and each one is hard to answer.
The hardest one is what happens when you grow up and meet someone you
want to marry? Do we simply kiss each other goodbye and you take off
on a honeymoon? Will I be able to let go of you and watch you make a
life with another woman? How do I tell my daughter-in-law Paul likes
his eggs over easy and after you make love to him he likes to lay on
top and soak his wick?”
Mom began to giggle like a little girl and I tried to picture her
telling someone about the eggs. We both lost it completely and broke
into uproarious laughter. When we would gain a little control one or
the other would giggle and set us both off again. It was a long time
before we could look at each other without laughing.
I was tired of talking about things that might happen in the future.
There was a lake full of fish only a few steps away just waiting to be
caught. I had enjoyed fishing with Ben that first morning and I wanted
to show Mom how much I had learned. “Mom would you like to go fishing
with me for a little while?”
“Only if I don’t have to bait a hook.”
“Mom, you don’t have to bait hooks when you fish with dry flies. I’ll
get the tackle and we can go up the lake to the place Ben showed me.”
“Lead on.”, she replied.
Half an hour later Mom had found a comfortable spot to sit under a
shady tree while I worked my line across a little inlet in a likely
pool. On the third cast I was rewarded with a strike and after
carefully playing the fish netted it and held it up for Mom to see.
She was so excited she rewarded me with a big hug. I worked up and
down the shoreline and caught several nice fish. When I grew tired of
casting I stowed my tackle and flopped on the ground beside Mom to
rest.
Mom was in a joking mood and teased me with, “Looks like I picked a
good mate who can feed me.”
“Wait until you see me tackle a bear with a spear.”, I said laughing.
“Don’t even think about it; there’s a supermarket a few miles away.”
I looked up at the mountains thinking about hunting when I noticed
black storm clouds boiling
over the ridges to the northwest. “Mom, we
had better get back to the cabin; it looks like it is going to rain.”
“Let’s hurry before the storm breaks.”
We walked back to the cabin and after I stowed the fishing tackle I
cleaned the fish for our lunch. The storm held off but you could smell
rain and the air felt heavy and charged, promising a thunderstorm
before too long. I turned on the radio and listened to the one local
station as it spouted out the noon news. When the weather forecast
came on a heavy afternoon thundershower was predicted.
We ate lunch on the porch and watched the clouds build up in the sky.
Soon the sun was blotted out and gray twilight fell over the lake. The
first drops of rain were large and fell on the roof with loud splats.
Soon the rain was coming down in buckets and lightning lit the sky and
thunder echoed off the mountains. We watched nature’s fireworks until
the wind carried rain over the porch and drove us inside.
Just as we got inside and closed the door a loud clap of thunder
startled us and Mom flew into my arms. I could feel her tremble with
fright and held her protectively close as she regained her composure.
When she looked up at me I gave her a kiss and we stood in the middle
of the room oblivious to the storm outside.
“I have an idea.”, Mom said.
“What’s that?”
“Since you can’t teach me how to fish outside why don’t I teach you
about indoor sports?”
“You have the best ideas Mom.”
She led me to the bedroom and we were soon naked on the bed. When I
tried to rush things she pushed me away and said, “Remember, I said I
was going to teach you about indoor sports so slow down and let me
teach you how it’s done. We have the rest of the day to practice.
Don’t be embarrassed by anything I do; there’s many ways to make love
to each other; just follow my lead and do what comes naturally.
Sometimes things will seem a little strange but when you try it you
find that it is fun. That OK with you?”
“OK Mom.” I would have agreed with anything she said at that point; I
only wanted to get on with the main event.
She pushed me over on my back and began kissing me on my nipples. Wow!
I discovered how sensitive they were. She turned her body around until
we were facing in opposite directions and her breasts hung down over
my face. I began to mimic her actions on my nipples with kisses of my
own and I was almost smothered with her soft breasts as she pressed
them down on my face. She began to migrate south kissing me on my
tummy and exploring my navel with her tongue. When I kissed her on the
navel she giggled and gave a little shiver as if it tickled her.
When she took my scrotum in her hand and gently began to knead it like
soft dough my blood pressure reached new heights. As she continued
southward with her lips I wondered if she was going to kiss me on the
penis. Mom wouldn’t do that would she? Would she expect me to do the
same for her? I had heard all the school yard stories about oral sex
but I hardly believed that “nice people” did things like that. My own
mother would never be involved in oral sex and then to my surprise I
felt warm lips on the head of my penis. It felt so good that I ceased
to wonder if nice people did things like that; I only wanted more.
I was soon rewarded when Mom took me into her mouth and began to work
me over with her tongue. Poised above my face, only inches away, was
her vagina. Did she expect me to do the same thing for her? I could
distinctly smell her woman scent and became even more aroused.
Gathering my courage I opened the lips of her vagina with my fingers
and kissed the tip of her clitoris. Her reaction was sudden and
unexpected; she pressed down against my face almost smothering me and
increased the violence of her attack on my throbbing penis.
I began to tease her with my tongue and she let out little moans
muffled by the fullness of her mouth. Curious I began to push my
tongue deeper inside her and explored the wet, slick interior of her
sex. After a little while she moved her clitoris over my mouth and I
took it between my lips and began to suck it and massage it with my
tongue. She went crazy and began to thrash around so violently I had
to embrace her around the hips just to hold on.
What few reservations I had about oral sex flew away like leaves on
the wind as I began to climb to an orgasm. I only wanted to bury my
face and tongue deeper and deeper into the warm depths of her sex as
my pleasure mounted from Mom’s ministrations.
When I reached the peak of my orgasm I pressed deeper into her mouth
and found release as contraction after contraction seized me. When it
was over I wondered why I had ever had any reservations about oral
sex. This had been wonderful. I wanted to show her how much I had
enjoyed the last few minutes but I could think of nothing to say. No
matter, Mom seemed to be in a far place as she lay on top of me in a
limp heap.
After a few moments Mom kissed my softening penis with warm wet lips
and switched positions in bed and lay beside me. She hugged me and
kissed me long and deep, a kiss I wanted to last forever. We held each
other in the warm afterglow of love satisfied as we listened to the
wind driven rain lash futilely against the windows of the cabin.
Snug and secure in the warm cocoon of our bed we hugged, kissed, and
caressed. We were lovers in the early stages of discovering each
other. I explored all her secret places with my fingertips and lips.
When I was filled with tactile impressions of the warm, willing body
beside me there remained only one thing undone, satisfy the desire
that had awakened in both of us. Without urgency we made love savoring
each moment as we slowly brought each other to fulfillment.
The afternoon passed as we had long and lazy conversations punctuated
with sessions of intense lovemaking. We were on a honeymoon of sorts
and explored the limits of my endurance. I was clumsy; I was inept but
Mom, with loving patience, taught me what she liked and what she
wanted me to do. One lesson was hammered home; the things I had
learned in the schoolyard were mostly wrong. Lovemaking was done
slowly, gently, and with consideration for your partner’s needs. I had
a lot to learn and lots of time to practice.
The day is a jumbled collage of memories with little snapshots of
crystal clarity stirred into a foggy haze of sensual impressions. I
had fantasized about Mom but no son is ever prepared for their wildest
fantasy to come true. This was no fantasy; I was lying in bed naked
with Mom in my arms and we were both spent from lovemaking. I have
never had another day in my life to match this day. The forbidden
fruit is always sweeter.
Pat and Ben arrived the next day in time for lunch. As their car drove
up Mom said, “Damn, our honeymoon is over. We have to start acting
like mother and son again.”
“Mom, we can take canoe trips or long walks in the woods when we need
to get away.”, I responded. Mom rewarded me with a smile and a wink.
I helped Ben unload the car as Mom and Pat prepared lunch. After lunch
we sat around and talked about the trip into town and the storm. Later
Ben and I checked the cabin for storm damage.
The next few days Mom and I managed to get away only once. Pat and Ben
had too much planned for us to do to allow us any privacy. We were
afraid to get too involved in our bedroom for fear they might overhear
out activities; Mom gets noisy when she’s excited.
Saturday evening we all loaded up in Ben’s car and drove to a
restaurant that served as the social center for the surrounding
countryside. It was a family place that served plain fare in large
portions. After dinner the tables were moved back against the wall and
a local band supplied music for dancing.
The band tuned up and broke into a country song with some skill and a
lot of enthusiasm. The band wasn’t bad and after a while the music
grew on you. Mom and I danced several numbers together. Ben and I
switched partners and I danced with Pat while Ben danced with Mom. Ben
and Pat were having a good time and it wasn’t too long until they were
just tipsy enough to be loose and fun. Mom sipped a beer; she would
drive us home.
We were having a good time but when a stranger asked Mom to dance. I
sat at the table in a jealous funk for the whole number. This was a
new emotion for me; was this the way men felt about lovers and wives?
When Mom laughed at something the stranger said I felt as if the
bottom had dropped out from under me. I waited a century for the dance
to be over.
As they walked back to the table I heard the stranger say, “Would you
like to join me at my table?”
Mom replied, “No, I’m here with my son and I don’t want to leave my
friends.”
“Could I join you at your table?”
“I’m sorry; I’m having a private evening with my family. Thanks for
the dance.”
He mumbled his thanks and walked away. Mom gave me a little hug as she
sat down and my world was right
again. I wanted to put an arm around
Mom or hold her hand but I couldn’t in public. I wanted some contact
with her to assure me that everything was the same. She must have
sensed that I needed some assurance for she shifted in her chair until
our knees touched and smiled at me; I was content.
When I relaxed and looked around there were other kids my age there
with their parents. Mom noticed a pretty girl sitting a couple of
tables away and told me to ask the girl for a dance.
“Mom, I’d rather dance with you.”
She moved close and whispered, “People will think it strange if you
only dance with me.”
“What if she says no.”
“Paul, I’ll bet she will accept your invitation to dance.”
“Mom, I wouldn’t know what to say; I’ve never asked a girl to dance
before.”, I confessed.
“You can screw a grown woman silly and can’t ask a young girl to
dance? I find that hard to believe.”, Mom said laughing.
I sat in shock for a moment; Mom had never talked to me this way
before. We had always been open in our talks but never this blunt. She
was right about one thing; I had made love to a grown woman and asking
a girl to dance shouldn’t be so bad.
When the music started I gathered my courage and walked over to the
girl’s table and asked her to dance. She gave her mother a glance who
gave an almost imperceptible nod before she accepted my invitation.
Why had I been expecting an embarrassing refusal I asked myself as I
led her to the dance floor? The band was playing a slow song that gave
me a chance to introduce myself.
“Hi, I’m Paul; thanks for dancing with me.”
“I’m Marcie and thanks for asking me. Are you up here for the summer?”
“No, Mom and I came up for a couple of weeks to visit our relatives.”
“Is Ben your Uncle?”
“Yes, you know him?”
“We have a cabin across the lake and visit back and forth
occasionally.”
“I never saw any other cabins on the lake.”
“There are only four and each is very private.”
When the dance was over I escorted Marcie back to her table and
thanked her for the dance. She introduced me to her parents and told
them Ben was my uncle. After a polite exchange I excused myself and
returned to my table.
As I sat down Mom said, “See, that wasn’t so bad was it?”
“No Mom; I guess I was just afraid she would refuse and embarrass me.”
“Dance with her again before we leave or she will think you don’t like
her.”
I danced with Mom a few more times and Marcie twice more before we
left. Marcie’s family was leaving about the same time we were and
after a short conversation Ben and Pat invited them over for a visit
sometime. Marcie invited me over for lunch the next day. Mom gave me a
wink and a nod so I accepted.
That night we lay awake in bed and talked about Marcie and girls in
general. Mom explained that I would have to date girls my age just as
she would, on occasion, go out with men. We had to do these things to
keep our friends and acquaintances from becoming suspicious. I could
see the wisdom in this but I didn’t like the thought of Mom on a date
with another man.
When I hugged her and told her about my feelings she laughed and said,
“If I do go out with someone as soon as I get home I’ll make mad
passionate love to you.”
One thing led to another and we quietly made love. Afterward I lay in
her arms and thought about the evening. I had been jealous when Mom
had danced with the stranger but why? I didn’t get jealous when she
danced with Ben. Did she get jealous when I danced with Marcie? Was I
jealous because I didn’t trust her? Was I afraid that she would share
herself with another man? I had questions that only she could answer
but how did I ask them?
“Mom do you love me?”
“Of course I love you; you are my son.”
“That’s not what I mean. When you danced with that man tonight I got
very jealous.”
“Oh, now I understand what you are asking. The answer to your real
question is going to be a long one. Will it upset you if I tell you
about a few intimate details of my experience with your Dad?”
“I don’t think so.”, I said as I wondered why Dad had anything to do
with my feelings.
“When I married your Dad I thought that we would explore the erotic
experiences I had read about as a teenager. I had fantasies about long
sessions where we explored all the possibilities. It wasn’t long until
I found that out that your Dad was not as imaginative about sex as I
was. I wanted to explore oral sex with him and when I tried he grew
upset. He liked for me to make love to him that way but he became
angry if I asked the same of him.”
“I don’t know how much you know about a woman’s sex but I am a little
different down there. I have a very large clitoris that resembles a
small penis. You Dad thought it was ugly and said that he would feel
like he was kissing a man’s sex. He got to the point where we would
only make love in the dark because he thought my vagina was so ugly.
It wasn’t long until his lovemaking didn’t satisfy me and I had to
masturbate if I wanted any relief. Your Dad caught me once and nearly
had a stroke. He became very angry and called me a lesbian bitch. He
never made love to me again.”
Mom fell silent for a while and I began to understand how deeply she
had been hurt. When boys tease others about the size of their penis it
is the worst insult to have to endure. I wanted to reassure Mom that I
didn’t share Dad’s prejudices. “Mom, I know how a woman’s sex is
supposed to look; I’ve seen pictures in biology books. I like the way
you look; you’re just bigger than some women. Dad couldn’t appreciate
having someone to love who was different but I can.”
Mom gave me a hug and continued with her story, “Thanks Paul. I needed
that but there is more to tell. After we divorced I thought about
other men but when any of them offered any affection I felt repelled.
Somehow I believed they would find me ugly as your father had and I
could hear your father’s voice telling me that I was deformed, a
hermaphrodite. Even now when I think of the man who danced with me
tonight I feel uncomfortable.”
“You were the exception. I guess it was because you accepted me as I
was and always supported me when I had differences with your father.
After the divorce you were the only male that I enjoyed touching me.
I’ve always loved to have you hug and kiss me. Then when I found that
I aroused you sexually my body became a traitor and responded to you
with the same desire. It became more than I could control and here we
are now as lovers, right or wrong.”
“Do you understand why you have no reason to be jealous of me, ever?
I’ll fix your eggs for you however and whenever you want them”, she
said with a laugh.
Remembering our conversation of a few mornings ago I laughed with her.
Eggs had become our private joke about our relationship. I hugged her
close and felt a new tenderness for her. She had shared some of her
most intimate secrets with me to make me understand her feelings. That
had required enormous trust on her part and if she trusted me that
much how could I not trust her?
“I understand things a lot better now Mom. I can’t tell you how lucky
I feel to have you for a Mom but you do make the best omelets.”
“How would you know, I’m the only woman who has ever cooked eggs for
you?” she said with a little chuckle.
The next day I paddled over to Marcie’s and spent the afternoon. After
lunch we went for a ride in the canoe and generally had fun. She was a
tomboy and that made it easy for me to talk to her. Before I left she
gave me her address and made me promise to write her after school
started.
The next day Marcie’s family visited Ben and Pat, which gave Marcie
and I some more time together. I found her easy to be around and
actually found myself liking her. Too bad she lived on the other side
of the state; I could use a friend my age.
Ben and Pat had to go in town on Wednesday so Mom and I decided to go
home early also. Wednesday morning we packed up the car and pointed
the car for home. On the long drive back we discussed our options.
As we talked it became apparent that we would have to make up the
rules as we went along. We had always been very private with our home
life and had few visitors. Dad had moved to another state and hadn’t
visited us in over a year so he wouldn’t be a problem. We could relax
at home without worrying about a friend or neighbor barging in on us
unannounced. In public we would just act as we always had; who would
suspect a mother and son were having an affair?
We adjusted to our new living arrangements quickly. At first I was a
little uncomfortable sleeping in Mom’s room but it wasn’t long until I
made a mental shift and considered it our room. One major change, the
tension that had been between us for the past few months disappeared.
We settled down in a comfortable routine for the rest of the summer;
Mom worked and I kept
house. When Mom wasn’t working we spent that
time together almost exclusively. I had few friends and they lived
across town so I had little contact with them during the summer. Mom
had put in so much time working since the divorce she hadn’t had time
to make friends so we turned even more to each other for company. Our
private lives outside of work and school became an island inhabited by
only two people. Neither of us felt we needed anyone or anything more.
Mom began to bring work home on weekends and I began to help her as
she pored over stacks of papers and long columns of figures. Math was
one of my strong subjects in school so I ended up with the numbers. A
little self-study with one of her textbooks and I became proficient
extracting the information Mom needed from the numbers. Mom was
putting together a proposal for a new department and if it was
accepted she had an excellent chance to become the manager. A
promotion for her meant life got better for both of us and I put most
of my spare time into her project.
Soon she began to bring work home evenings and it would have been a
lonely time for me except I shared the work with her. We worked well
together and I began to understand the details of her plan. Soon I was
making suggestions for changes and after long and probing discussions
some were accepted. Had an outsider heard us during one of our
discussions they would have thought we were having a quarrel.
Little did I know that Mom was playing the devil’s advocate to hear my
arguments and that she carefully memorized many to use when she
defended her proposal. She was drawing on my debating skills and
sharpening her own.
My debating coach had given me some books to study over the summer
vacation and I filled my free time with study. Arguing with Mom forced
me to refine my skills as well. When school started I knew that I
would make the debating team after the workout she had given me this
summer.
Mom’s proposal was finished in early August and the relentless pace
that she had set slackened. We spent our time working on her
presentation and I got to be the bad guy asking the hard questions
when she practiced for the inevitable question and answer session
after the presentation. We worked late Friday night and fell into bed
exhausted and were asleep almost immediately.
I woke up early the next morning and lay quietly listening to Mom’s
soft snores. I got out of bed quietly and padded into the bathroom.
Afterward I went to the kitchen and started a pot of coffee. As the
pot gurgled away I thought about the past few weeks.
When we had first gotten back from the cabin we had made love often
and with wild abandon. After Mom had started with her project our
lovemaking had dropped to almost zero and I missed her affection when
I wasn’t too tired to think about anything except sleep. Who was I? I
had been her son but that had changed. I was her lover but her job had
intruded on our intimacy. I was her partner in the project we had just
finished and I enjoyed working with her but I wanted to get back to
where we were just after vacation. I missed the love we had shared. If
Mom wanted to work today I would refuse. Perhaps I could distract her
and not have to confront her with my refusal. I didn’t want to be a
petulant son demanding favors; I wanted to be loved because she
desired me.
I tiptoed back to the bedroom and peeked in. Mom was still sleeping so
I went back to the kitchen and made a continental breakfast tray with
a carafe of coffee and rolls. I carried the tray to the bedroom and
placed it on the nightstand. Mom began to stir as if she was waking
up.
I sat on the edge of the bed, bent over, and kissed her softly. She
opened her eyes and smiled up at me before she returned my kiss.
“Want a cup of coffee Mom?”
She looked at the tray and asked, “What’s the occasion?”
“I just thought a little attention would be nice.”
“Breakfast in bed is never just a little attention; it rates right up
there with long stemmed roses.”, she said and pulled me down beside
her. “What’s on your mind that prompted all this?”
“It’s just because I love you.”
I was totally confused when Mom’s laughter rang out long and loud as
if I had told her the funniest joke in the world. “I see; it’s because
I haven’t been loving you. I’m sorry Paul I have neglected you and
worked you half to death the past few weeks. Give your old Mom a kiss
and let me go to the bathroom; when I get back we have some serious
catching up to do.” A bear hug and a warm kiss were my rewards before
she hurried to the bathroom.
Upon her return she said, “The coffee can wait.”
A very short while later we lay side by side in bed with desire
satisfied and sipped coffee as we shared a sweet roll. Mom was in a
light, bubbly mood like that day on the lake and my misgivings were
only a dim memory. Mom’s mood was infectious and soon we were both
acting like silly airheads.
Mom took a bite of roll and some crumbs fell on her naked breasts. As
a joke I said, “Mom, you’re wasting the rolls.”, and bent over and
began to lick the crumbs off her breasts with my tongue.
Laughing at my game she smeared some of the sugar icing on her tummy
and said, “Don’t miss any; there’s some icing on my tummy.”
While I licked off the icing there she smeared more on her nipples and
I dutifully ate the icing off her hardening nipples. Before I could
finish with her breasts she took the roll and smeared a huge glob of
sticky icing on her labia.
“I’m getting this sticky stuff all over me; can you help me get it
off?”, she asked giggling like a girl.
“You keep this up and I’m going to have to get you a bib.”, I said as
I lay between her legs and began to lick the sugary icing. I was
becoming very aroused and so did Mom. She was so excited her clitoris
stood erect and protruded beyond her outer lips. I took the half inch
or so of pink flesh in my mouth and began to gently suck and massage
it with the tip of my tongue. It wasn’t long until she was thrashing
around driven by mindless pleasure. She grabbed my hair with both
hands and forced my face tighter and tighter against her sex. It was
almost a dead heat between having my hair pulled out by the roots and
getting her to an orgasm. At last she let out a loud moan and
collapsed into a limp heap on the bed. The hands that were a moment
ago trying to tear out my hair were gently and lovingly stroking my
head.
I slid up beside Mom and took her in my arms. While playfully probing
between her legs with my penis I showered kisses all over her face.
She dodged me artfully and I stabbed everywhere except my intended
target. Grunts and giggles echoed from the walls as we thrashed around
on the bed in a friendly scuffle of mock rape.
Mom pushed me on my back and set astride me. “I think I want a shish
kebab.”, she said.
She took a cinnamon roll from the tray and punched the center out. I
started to ask what she was doing but before I could say anything she
pushed the piece of roll into my open mouth. Next she moved down
between my legs and impaled the remainder of the roll on my erection.
I almost choked when she licked the sugar off the head of my roll
encased penis. She nibbled around the edges until there was only a
thin ring of the roll left. She took me in her mouth and removed the
last bit with her tongue. Mom continued to work on my penis until it
was free of icing and bread crumbs and then she sat astride me and
lowered herself over me.
We had both became so aroused by our foreplay that we quickly reached
orgasm and Mom lay atop me as we both enjoyed the skin to skin contact
in the afterglow. After we had sex I liked to lay with Mom and
concentrate all my awareness on my penis inside her sex. If I wasn’t
truly satisfied the sensations would bring me to a full erection and I
would make love to her all over again. If I was spent I would grow
limp inside her warm slippery prison and eventually she would have a
contraction that would spit my limp, shrunken penis out into the cold.
That usually signaled the end and just now it was the end.
“Someone’s had enough.”, Mom said. “I feel sticky all over let’s take
a shower and get dressed.”
Later we sat in the kitchen and talked over another round of coffee.
Mom began by saying, “Paul, I’m sorry I forgot about your needs for so
long. In the future just be a little more insistent when you want me.
I’m still trying to get our relationship comfortable in my mind.”
“It’s OK Mom. I still feel a little self-conscious about touching you
in certain places or suggesting that we have sex at first. When we get
started it goes away. I guess that, like you, I’m not quite used to
our relationship.”
“Does our lovemaking cause you any trouble; are you bothered by the
fact that you are having sex with your mother?”
“No, I’m not. I’ve never felt bad about it. Sometimes I find it hard
to believe that it’s really happening; it’s like
a dream come true.”
“I know what you mean Paul. Mornings when I wake up and we are
together naked in bed I have a few shocked moments until I realize
that you are Oedipus and I am Jocasta with full knowledge of what we
are doing. I still have a guilty moment or two and sometimes I feel
selfish for taking your innocence away. A boy your age should be horny
and chasing young girls not making love to his mother.”
“Mom! Don’t ever say that again!”, I said. “I love you and I know you
love me. We just happen to love each other more than some mothers and
sons.”
“Paul, I didn’t mean to upset you; I was trying to point out what our
relationship would look like to an outsider. Motherfucker is a bad
word and we have to face that squarely or we’ll have terrible problems
in the future. If we have a lover’s quarrel you can’t just pack your
things and leave and neither can I. I’m your mother and you will have
to live with me until you are eighteen. What would you do; move back
to your room and forget we were ever intimate?”
“I don’t think we will have a lover’s quarrel that we can’t settle but
if we do we will have to deal with it when it happens Mom.”
“There’s one other thing we have to face and then we can stop talking
about right, wrong, and what other’s would think. I’m twenty years
older than you and when you get old enough you will probably meet
someone your age and want to marry. That is something I will have to
deal with alone. I want you to be happy and I won’t stand in your way
when the time comes. It will be hard but we will have to let go of
each other.”
“I don’t think I’ll ever want anyone but you Mom.”
“We’ll see and let’s change the subject. Mind talking about my project
for a few minutes?”
“If you want to.”
“Don’t sound so enthusiastic. I was just going to say that I want you
to drill me again tomorrow afternoon. I have to give my presentation
on Monday and I think one more run through will get me up to speed.
What would you like to do tonight?”
“How about hamburgers and a movie? It’s been a while since we’ve done
that.”
“Sounds great. It’s almost lunchtime and I’m too lazy to cook. Why
don’t we go downtown for lunch and then go grocery shopping?”
During lunch I brought up Mom’s project and we discussed it in detail.
I realized that this morning I had just been frustrated and I was glad
I had not lost my temper or said anything that I would have been sorry
for. I really enjoyed helping Mom and there was a lot of my work
involved. I had a stake in the outcome. Mom could get a promotion and
if she did I had helped in some small way. I had learned an important
lesson today; before you use angry words try a little honey.
At the supermarket Mom began to clown around and joke as we shopped. I
followed her mood and several customers smiled at our obvious
enjoyment of each other. Wouldn’t they be shocked if they knew that
when we got home I had serious designs on my mother’s body?
All day Monday I was on pins and needles waiting for Mom to get home
and tell me how the presentation went. When she arrived I didn’t have
to ask; the answer was written all over her face. She tried very hard
to keep a poker face but her eyes were sparkling and a hint of a smile
crinkled the corners of her mouth.
When she got inside the house she gave me a big hug and said, “I did
it! I sold my project to the local manager and we have to go to
Capitol City Thursday. I have to present my plan to the Board of
Directors.”
I hugged her back and offered my congratulations and then it hit me.
She had said we had to go to Capitol City. “Both of us have to go?”, I
asked.
“That’s right; I told them that I had to take you with me and they
agreed. I have to give my presentation Friday morning and then we can
spend the weekend there at company expense. We will fly back Sunday
evening so I can go to work on Monday.”
The rest of the evening we made plans for the trip. Tomorrow afternoon
we would go shopping for clothes and other necessities we would need
for the trip. Mom had some time off to get organized. We had two days
to have fun and get ready for the trip.
Mom was so excited when we went to bed that she couldn’t sleep. She
wanted to talk all night. The only way I could get her to shut up was
to kiss her. One thing led to another and she became an insatiable
lover. Lovemaking finally drained her excitement and we fell asleep in
each other’s arms amid the ruins we had made of the bedclothes.
Thursday morning was my first experience with an airplane. I was
excited and just a little afraid but the reality was like a bus ride
with no bumps. Our commuter flight arrived before lunch. A younger man
met us at the airport and whisked us to our hotel.
We had lunch with some of the people from the company and after lunch
we were given a tour of the company headquarters. Mom and I were
introduced to so many people I would have had to take notes to
remember them.
When we were introduced to the CEO he said, “So this is the young man
who helped you put the package together. Why don’t you bring him to
the presentation tomorrow so he can see how boring business really
is?”
He asked Mom some questions about her job and talked about
inconsequential subjects for a few minutes before we were taken back
to the hotel. We had an early dinner and went up to our room so I
could play the devil’s advocate one last time.
Later we lay in bed and I held Mom in my arms. She was tense and
scared. She was convinced she would make a mistake. I tried to
reassure her with words but to no avail; she couldn’t get to sleep.
One thing always relaxed her and I started to make love to her. She
resisted at first but after a short while she became an enthusiastic
partner.
Poor Mom, one kiss on her clitoris and she’s lost. One of my favorite
pastimes is to lie with my head between her legs and explore her sex
with my tongue. Her huge clitoris fascinates me and I love to take it
in my mouth like a lollipop. It has almost become a fetish with me and
Mom loves every moment of my attention. After Dad’s abuse she had
thought herself ugly and deformed but that has all changed. She jokes
about her unusual endowments and jokingly comments that if I don’t
quit playing with it so much she is going to get as big as I am.
I love my Mom as any teenager does but, what’s more, I love the woman
also. The one thing I could never understand was why my Dad hadn’t
loved this warm and wonderful woman. I had always wanted to ask Mom to
tell me more about Dad but the time never seemed right. Perhaps
tonight she would tell me more about him and maybe it would take her
mind off tomorrow.
“Mom what went wrong between you and Dad?”
“A lot of things. Do you want to hear what I think went wrong?”
“Yes, I think I do. I was just thinking what a warm and loving person
you are and I wondered why Dad didn’t love you like I do.”
Mom kissed me before she started talking again. “Thanks for the
compliment. I love you so much I go crazy at times. The one thing you
have taught me is what unselfish love really is; the more I love you
the more love you give me back.”
“Your Dad and I were too young to get married. I saw him as an
adventurous man who was going to go places but after we were married
we learned the reality of each other. I wanted to push the limits and
live on the edge and he wanted a quiet comfortable life with few
changes. We married right after I graduated high school and I was
pregnant two months later. After you were born I wanted to go back to
school and finish my education but your Dad wanted a housewife who
stayed home. At first I tried to help him with his career but he got
angry and let me know that he would take care of his job and he didn’t
want any interference from me. He didn’t want a career; he wanted a
job that made few demands and gave him a paycheck. I was as much at
fault as he was. I would try to push him up the career ladder and he
didn’t want to climb.”
“He wanted love but when he was confronted with the problem of loving
and satisfying a woman he was baffled. For him it was a one way
street. He knew that women had orgasms but when he experienced me
having one he was shocked; nice women didn’t act that way. He thought
I was a wanton bitch. I’ve already mentioned our sex life so I won’t
expand on that. It is enough to say that you are far more accomplished
as a lover than you Dad ever was and you are the best life mate I
could have.”
“I think I’ve said enough about this; let’s get some sleep. Tomorrow
will be a long day.”
The next morning we had breakfast in our room and discussed the coming
day over an enormous breakfast of pancakes, eggs, and sausage. Mom was
mostly giving me instructions about how to act. Her tone of voice
changed and I listened a little more carefully. “Paul, I can’t stress
this enough, listen to everything that is said by the people
around
you. Remember as much as you can and try to keep the names straight.
If they buy my plan we may have to move here. If I go to work here at
the home office I want to learn all I can about the people.”
