Then it was all eating and talking and drinking. Leanne got a little tipsy, and we laughed. We retired to the living room after a quick cleanup and the dishwasher hummed. Leanne said she had to leave soon and then we realised we were all too drunk to drive.
“I’ll just call your mother and let her know you’ll spend the night in the spare bedroom, will that be alright?” I asked her.
She nodded happily exchanging a meaningful look with Desmond, and I called her mom when she gave me her number. We had a lovely conversation about our children before hanging up. “There, done. Spend the night. It’s no bother. Now, it’s late and I’m exhausted. You two behave! Night everyone.”
I rose to leave but Desmond stopped me and hugged me. He whispered in my ear. “Thanks, mom. That was a perfect meal and goodnight. I love you.”
“I love you, too, son. Have a good night. Don’t stay up too late.”
Leanne said goodnight, and I went upstairs to my room, stopping first to use the bathroom. I undressed and slipped naked under the sheets feeling the cool, luxurious sheets caress my skin. I lay still thinking about the entire day. The sudden explosion of sexual desire was foremost in my thoughts. I felt like I was going through puberty again. Then I had thoughts about my son and Leanne. All so terrible and unwanted.
I tried to sleep and lay there for a long time. The house was quiet. I could hear the AC unit through the vents. The occasional truck or car barreling down the road. We lived outside the town in a converted farmhouse. It had been my parent’s home and the only home I had ever known. It was all stone and mortar with septic and well water. The laneway was over a hundred feet long and the nearest neighbor was a mile away on either side. During the winter, I paid for snow removal, and in the summer, I paid for the grass to be cut. It was just too much land to have Desmond take care of it and snowplows and grass cutting tractors were too expensive.
The house was quiet, and I suddenly felt more thirst and craved cold water. I slipped out of bed, threw on a fake silk robe, and crept downstairs to the kitchen. I filled a glass of water from the fridge water dispenser and stared out the sunroom windows to the night sky. It was early summer, and the sky was clear, allowing me to see all the stars in all their glory.
I was taking my first sip when I heard the first moan coming from the basement. Downstairs was a small area added to the house when my father was alive. There was a furnace room, a cold room, and a small office that Desmond had turned into a playroom as a child. Now it housed his gaming stuff and a large television. We called it the Gaming Room for obvious reasons. A small smile crept to my face.
Desmond’s bedroom and the guest bedroom, where Leanne was supposed to be, were next to the master bedroom. I heard a moan again. A female moan.
I tip-toed over to the door leading downstairs and saw it was open about an inch. The sounds of moaning grew a little louder. I hovered. I knew I should leave them in peace. They were both adults and could do what they liked with one another. I was happy for my son. Happy that he was a man and enjoying himself with a lovely, beautiful woman. I knew I should leave and not listen, but my feet betrayed me and kept me rooted to the spot.
“Desmond!” growled Leanne.
I heard a grunt in response.
“Jesus, right there!” she added.
It grew quiet.
“Ah! God! Stick another finger in!”
My eyes went round.
“Yes! Right on my clit! Suck it!”
I heard another grunt, presumably from my son.
“Oh fuck! Baby, I’m gonna suck that huge dick of yours… ah! So close!”
My hand holding my glass of water shook, and I almost spilled some water. Part of me noticed that Leanne was speaking properly without the annoying added question lilt.
“Baby! Pretend I’m your mom! Do it for me! She’s so hot. My God, her body… I can only hope I look like her when I’m her age… what?”
I heard a muffled response.
“No, baby. It’s not weird. Do it. Imagine I’m your mother… Ai! Baby! Warn me! Oh my God, you’re so deep! That’s it! Fuck me! Fuck your mother! Ohhh!”
My free hand went to my mouth in shock.
“Oh, baby, you came so fast! Does that turn you on, thinking I’m your mother?”
I turned to leave, but something kept me in place.
“You’re still hard. Like a rock. Wow. Look at that perfect cock. Put it back in, I was so close. That’s it. Slowly. Yeah. So deep. Never. Wow. Kiss me and fuck me. I look just like her, don’t I? Just like your mom. She’s so beautiful! Fuck me baby! Oh! Oh! I’m cuming! I’m cuming! Ergghhh!”
I fled. I flew under my covers after placing my water at my bedside table. I sat up against the headboard and tried to calm my breathing and heart rate. It was too much. Thinking of my son fucking his girlfriend and thinking and pretending it was me… It was too much. I held my face in my hands and shook.
My desires were coming back like earlier. My stomach was spinning. My groin hot and throbbing. I could feel my pussy swelling and expanding. My clit rubbed on the sheet and pleasure coursed through me. I spread my legs and touched myself. The pleasure rippled through me, and I gasped at the intensity.
I masturbated and came hard in no time at all. But I wasn’t satiated. I needed more and pushed three fingers into my vagina, stretching it deliciously. My other hand played with my clit. Pleasure came in waves and built. I came again and then eagerly sucked my wet fingers.
I lost count of the orgasms. I felt I could do it all night. I had never been this sexually alive, and it frightened me in its breadth and depth and all the for the one reason it was overwhelming me.
I wanted to fuck my son.
What the fuck was wrong with me?
Chapter Two–A New Friend
The next morning, I woke early. It was a Saturday, and I had no plans for the weekend other than reading and maybe putting together a new puzzle. This morning neither of those things interested me.
I threw on my running gear and then stopped outside the bedrooms and heard Leanne and Desmond each in their own rooms sleeping soundly. I would pretend they had been chaste in my house. It was far easier to do that.
I was bothered by my realization last night. I wanted to fuck my son. I wanted to fuck my SON. With some difficulty, I set it aside and reasoned it was simply a flight of fancy. A daydream to play with in my mind. Nothing wrong with that. It was likely natural. The mind is amazing in its ability to rationalize things.
I exited the house and ran down the laneway to the main road and turned left. I would only run five miles this morning. I passed the Johnson house and then past the Old Man Cooper’s house. I was surprised to see the For Sale sign gone. After more than a year, it appeared someone had bought the place. As the town’s Mortgage Loan Officer, I knew no one in town had bought it, but I was surprised it wasn’t part of the town gossip. I ran another half mile and turned around and ran back home. The children were still asleep, and I took a quick shower, loving the hot water on my body after a good run.