“And that’s because you’re the only only woman I’m in love with, and I know that you’re in love with me too. I can fuck all those other women in front of you, like I’ve been doing since I got here, but the truth is, even fucking Fran–which I have to admit, turns me on a lot more than I ever thought it would–is still nowhere near as exciting for me as fucking you is. I always look forward to sinking my dick in this awesome pussy of yours.
“I don’t care how weird or freaky that sounds. A son being in love with his own mother, and a mother being in love with her own son. But in our case, it’s the absolute truth. Just tell me if I’m wrong.”
“You’re not wrong, son. At first, when seduced you in the kitchen during your Christmas visit, I was just a horny old lady looking for some much-needed sexual relief, and you just happened to be available. At the time, I knew that what I was doing was so wrong and taboo, but I just couldn’t talk myself out of doing it, no matter how hard I tried.
“And when you didn’t try to stop me from seducing you, I knew that, just like me, you were feeling so horny that you just couldn’t stand it either. I knew that you were willing to cross that taboo line into having incestuous sex with your own mother. And when you showed me your package in the kitchen that day, and I saw your dick growing and becoming stiffer while I was staring at it, my pussy got wet, just from the anticipation of it all.
“But our relationship has grown into much more than that. And right now, I love you so much that I want you in bed with me every night. In fact, that’s all I fantasized about after you left me at Christmas to go back to your house. Why do you think I kept calling you so much?”
I planted a big, mouth-wide-open French-kiss on Mom’s lips, and she didn’t try to pull away. Instead, she stuck her tongue into my mouth to press it against my tongue, and show that passion that she now felt for me. And while we were kissing, I felt her hand reach down between my legs, and grab hold of my ball-sack so that she could fondle my testicles in her hand.
Mom finally pulled away from our kiss and admitted to me, “I love your balls, son? They turn me on much more than you will ever know. You men tend to think that sex is all about the penis. But to us women, sex is really all about the balls, and especially about the precious sperm inside those balls.
“Just think about it for a moment. There’s no other substance on the face to this planet that can get a woman pregnant. And sex and fucking is really all about men and women trying to get pregnant and have babies to keep the human race from dying off.
“Of course, sex is also about masturbation and stimulating the genitals to experience orgasms. That’s why two woman or two men can thoroughly enjoy having sex together. But there’s still nothing as rewarding and sexually satisfying as fucking. And for that, you at least one dick and one pussy to couple up together. And for those few precious moments, you become one with that other person, just like you and I became just a few minutes ago. I live for those precious moments.”
“So do I, Mom. And I can have them with you. I don’t need for you to keep trying to play matchmaker for me with other, younger women. You’re more than enough woman enough for me, and you always will be. I love you, Janie.”
“I love you too, Carl. But please don’t call me ‘Janie,’ okay? It just feels awkward. Especially since we’re both going to have to keep our sexual relationship a total secret, as far as the rest of the public world is concerned.”
“So now, we’ve just got one little problem left,” I stated to mother. “We need to get two sexually-excited, scissoring women out of your bed, and out the front door, on their way home, so that you and I can spend some quality one-on-one time together.”
“Don’t worry. I’ll go up and work my ‘mommie magic,’ and get them motivated enough to leave.”
“By the way, I know you’re not just in love with me. You’re in love with Fran, too,” I said to Mom.
“It’s that obvious, huh?” asked my mother.
“Definitely,” I answered. “So I don’t know how you feel about it, but as far as I’m concerned, Fran is welcome to join us in our bed anytime she wants. I mean, not only could we both use the extra cash, but I’ve got to admit that Fran’s blowjobs are nothing less than awesome, and she’s a really good fuck too!”
Mom and I laughed pretty hard at my last statement. Mostly because she and I both realized that, despite how absurd it sounded, what I had just said was the absolute truth.
As Mom turned around to leave the kitchen, she pulled the front of her housecoat back together, and was taking a moment to button the front of it up this time, as she said to me, “I’ll make sure that Fran knows how you feel about her. She’ll be thrilled. And yes, I would be honored to do the threesome thing every so often with you and Fran, the two people who I love most in this world.”
“Mom?”
“Yes, son.”
“When I was fucking you from behind a few minutes ago and cumming inside your pussy, were you fantasizing and pretending that I might be getting you pregnant?”
“Of course I was. I always naturally tend to do that whenever I fuck, because it makes the intercourse so much more exciting, don’t you think? I mean, don’t you fantasize and pretend that I’m a younger woman with a fertile uterus, and that you might be getting me pregnant by ejaculating inside my pussy?”
“Of course I do. I can’t help it. I was just wondering if you did the same thing that I do.”
“The truth is it’s the only way I can get mentally excited enough to cum during intercourse, without me having to reach down between my legs and masturbate myself during the intercourse.
“And even when I was a younger fertile woman, I still had to pretend that I wasn’t using any birth control–and that I was ovulating and risking getting pregnant–in order for the intercourse itself to be mentally exciting enough to actually make me cum. But hey, it is what it is, right?
“Tell ya what. Why don’t you go ahead and wait for me in your bedroom. I’ll let you know once the coast is clear and our two ‘scissoring sirens’ have left the building.
“And then you and I can take a nice long shower together, maybe even a little bit of a golden one,” Mom said, with a big smile on her face, as she winked at me. “And later, I’ll even throw in a back rub and a blowjob–though not necessarily in that order–if you’ll suck on my nipples. You know how much I love getting my nipples sucked on. So how does that sound?”
“It’s a date,” I said
And I followed Mom back up the stairs, turning right to step into my bedroom, and then close and lock the bedroom door behind me, while Mom continued down the hallway to her own bedroom, so that she could get rid of our no-longer-welcome guests.
As I was lying on my bed, staring at the ceiling while I was caught up in my own thoughts, I heard some muted talking at first. And then I heard Mom raise her voice as she told Sofia and Jenny, “Come on. Get your clothes on, and get the fuck out of here! Jenny, call your brother Greg to come pick you up. Maybe he’ll fuck you again. Who knows? But Carl’s definitely done with you guys for today. We need to spend some quality mother and son time together. So I guess you’ll just have to come back tomorrow if you want some more of that awesome dick of his.”