“Danny, a mother and son can’t have sex. That’s called incest, and it’s wrong.”
“We’re doing it once for a specific purpose. We’re doing something for a few minutes that will make our family happy for the rest of our lives. What’s wrong with that? Think of the big picture!”
He was throwing my own line back at me. I always told him that when he was making decisions.
“Aren’t you embarrassed to even think of doing something like that with your own mother. And not only that … I’m so much older than you. Don’t you only think of girls your own age when you do that to yourself … masturbate?”
“You’d be surprised who I think of the most.”
“Danny …”
“It’s Mrs. Walker.”
“MAZIE WALKER? My best friend? Your best friend’s mother? She’s older than I am by 8 years! She’s almost 50!”
“Yeah. I’ve wanted to fuck her for about five years now. She’s got that great body and that grey hair and those big boobs too.”
“I can’t believe you!” This was another shock. Hearing that my son wanted to have sex with my best friend. She was a beautiful and sexy woman, I had to admit. But, dignified and modest. “I don’t think it’s right for you to have filthy thoughts about Mrs. Walker.” I tried to sound stern.
“Oh, they’re not filthy thoughts. Just us having oral sex and her riding on top of me mostly. That’s the one that gets me the most. Her on top of me.”
Danny was speaking so matter of fact like. He could have been telling me what was on TV that night.
“That’s enough of this, Danny. It can’t happen and that’s that. Your father is the only man I’ve loved and the only man I’ve ever had sex with. And that’s how it is and how it will be in the future.”
“All I’m asking is that you think about it. All the sperm I have inside of me here,” he grabbed his crotch, “think about if it was deep inside you. You know you would get pregnant. Admit it.”
His suggestion did make me think about it and admit to myself that all that sperm would indeed impregnate me.
“All we have to do is get it from here,” Danny repeated grabbing his crotch, “to here.” He rubbed his hand against my lower belly. “And there’s one sure way of doing that.”
“And that way is OUT. Forbidden!”
“A few minutes. That’s all. Think about it.”
“No.”
“Promise me you’ll think about it.”
“No.”
“We have this one shot at this, Mom. It’s perfect. The clinic will think they did it. Dad will think he did it. We’ll have a new baby to love. And only we’ll know the truth.”
“This discussion is closed,” I said.
“Just promise you’ll think about it. Take all the positive things I said about it and think about them. A few minutes versus a whole lifetime of happiness. And, us having another life in this world we can love.”
That jolted me. Another life. A baby to love. The most wonderful thing in all the world. This was my last chance—
“It can’t happen, Danny. That’s the end.”
“You said you had only made love to Dad and you loved him. Well, I love you, Mom. And you love me. Doesn’t that count for anything?”
“It counts as the love between a mother and son, not the love between a man and a woman. A man and a woman feel a special excitement for each other’s bodies. There’s a passion there that isn’t present with a mother and son.”