“How dare you!” I said.
“Tomorrow” was all he said as he left. I watched his taut and muscular butt as he walked away.
I looked at my palm; it was shiny and slick with precum. I brought it to my nose and inhaled deeply. It had been so long since I was with a virile male. My body was remembering things I didn’t know I had forgotten.
I dipped my hand down to my crotch. My son wasn’t the only one whose body was producing.
My panties were soaked.
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I hardly got any sleep. I kept having that image of Mazie riding Danny. Then, because Danny had mentioned oral sex, I pictured Mazie on her knees in front of my son, sucking his penis.
Then, I guess because he had been so close to me, I envisioned myself inching forward and taking my own son’s penis into my mouth.
I couldn’t believe it. That had always disgusted me in the past, and there I was fantasizing about it. I kept shaking my head “no” and trying to banish the thought. Thankfully, sleep finally came to me well after 3 a.m.
Mazie, that same Mazie, was taking me to the clinic while Danny was in school. She came over just as he was leaving.
“Hi, Mrs. Walker,” he said and walked over to give her a hug. She was shorter than me and dressed in her “uniform”—a denim shirt with snaps that did little to conceal her big breasts, and jeans. She and her husband had owned a small horse ranch. Since he passed away, she and her son, Terry, did all the chores and kept it going. All the physical labor kept her in remarkable condition.
Danny looked at me over her shoulder as he hugged her and smiled. His confession about his “go to” jerk off dream made him look to me in a conspiratorial way.
I avoided his glance as best I could, but that didn’t stop me from feeling a little bit ashamed about my previous night’s imaginings. And, there was another feeling, something that surprised me: jealousy. I was jealous of Mazie being in my son’s arms.
He rubbed her back and she didn’t resist, and maybe even snuggled a little.
“I’m off to school,” Danny said. “Good luck, Mom. I have a very good feeling about today. You’re definitely going to get pregnant today!” He smiled at me in a knowing way that made me think this wasn’t over by a long shot.
“You’ve got a regular hunk there, Jen.”
“What?” Mazie had broken me out of my thoughts about how to handle Danny and his preposterous proposition.
“Danny,” Mazie continued. “He’s so handsome, and what a body! He’s all muscle.”
“Yeah, I guess.”
“You don’t see it because you’re his mother. I bet all the girls just drool over your sexy son. I don’t mind saying so myself—he’s yummy!”
I looked at Mazie like she was crazy, but I knew now, after last night, that she was right. My son was a stud, with a body built for sex and a cock to match. He had partially accomplished what he had wanted: he blurred the line between mother and son … and man and woman. I could now appreciate him as a man. Not that that made any difference about my decision to nix his plan.
“If I were younger, and he were older, and he liked older women, and so on and so on,” she said, then sighed.