“That’s only because we haven’t appreciated each other, naked that is. I can tell you got a great body, Mom. When you’re in your bathing suit, you look great. All the guys kid me about what a beautiful mother I have.”
Suddenly, I wondered if I was in any of Danny’s friends’ fantasies.
“Danny, after a certain age, a mother and her son shouldn’t see each other naked. It’s a private thing for lovers only.”
“And, that’s just it. We should be lovers tomorrow. To make a baby. It would work. You have to admit it. What would happen if all my cum shot deep inside you, Mom? What would happen?” He grabbed my shoulders and looked into my eyes and posed that very question again, “What would happen if I came inside you tomorrow?”
Whether it was the tension of the day, the fatigue, the emotions … I don’t know, but my answer, swimming up from my subconscious blurted out: “I would get pregnant.”
“Think about THAT, Mom,” Danny said as he left the kitchen.
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“It’s my own fault,” I said to myself.
I was getting ready to shower. Dinner had taken place without any mention of the taboo subject. Much to my relief. Maybe it would all be an uncomfortable thing in the past.
I couldn’t help blaming myself though. If I hadn’t made my original request, Danny never would have even started thinking in the baby-making direction. Especially the part about making love to his mother.
I had stripped off all my clothes in my bedroom, and before I could put on my robe, I heard a slight noise behind me. I whirled just in time to see Danny taking a snapshot with his phone. A photo of his naked mother.
“DANNY!”
“You look beautiful, Mom. What a great body you have!”
“Delete that this second!” I had whipped my robe on and tied it tighter than I usually did.
“Have a good shower, Mom.”
Danny left and I sat down on the bed. Shocked yet again. My teenaged son now had seen his mother naked.
My phone beeped and I found I had two texts. Both from my son, and both photos. One was of me facing away. The caption said “Great ass, Mom!” The other was when I turned around. There was a surprised look on my face. The caption read “I’m glad you don’t shave, Mom!”
The black triangle of my full bush was evident.
I didn’t know what to think any more. I replayed what we had said and about our bodies and the line between a man and a woman and a mother and son. Perhaps Danny was trying to blur that line.
I showered and got into bed. Sleep wouldn’t come to me in the darkened room, lit only by a nightlight. I started thinking. Thinking thoughts I would have imagined impossible just hours before.
One image that kept coming back to me was of Mazie Walker. She was naked and on top of Danny. Her face was smiling and obviously enjoying herself. I couldn’t believe I was visualizing my son fucking. Yes, fucking. He was my son and I was replaying his own fantasy. That image was stuck in my head.
It was stuck in my head until I heard the word “Mom.”
My eyes flew open and saw my son next to my bed. He was naked and lighted dimly.