“‘Oh, Stephen. You made me cum with your mouth, baby, but Mommy needs more. Can you give Mommy more?’ I asked her what she wanted, and she said, ‘I need to feel your cock inside of me, baby. Can you put your cock inside of Mommy’s pussy? Nobody will ever know. Your father will never know. Just let Mommy feel your hard cock inside of her.’ I’ll be honest with you, all that ‘Mommy’ talk was really turning me on.”
“Yeah, it’s the same when my mother does it to me.”
“Then you already know,” he said with a laugh. “Anyway, I told her I would. She had me lay down, then she mounted me and she fucked the ever-living shit out of me. I’m serious. She fucked me like she had been starved for sex for the past ten years. As it turned out, I wasn’t too far off the mark.
“As she lay in my arms afterward, she told me that Dad had been neglecting her for several years now. She said that the last time they had actually made love was over three years ago. No regular sex, no oral, nothing. It made me wonder why a man married to a veritable goddess would forego her affections. My first inclination was that he might be gay. My second was that he was having an affair. My third was that he just lost interest and threw himself into his business. None of that mattered, though, because she said, ‘Stephen, I can’t be without this. Not again, after being without it for so long. We can keep it a secret, baby. It will be our little secret. Yours and Mommy’s. What do you say?’
“I told her that I would do anything for her because I didn’t want this to end, either. I told her that she was the most beautiful woman I knew and that I loved her. After that, we made love again and have every day since, except for when she’s on her period.
“I guess it was about six months in, though, when I went to see my father at his office. I walked in unannounced and caught him getting a blow job from a secretary. He actually held up a finger and made me wait while he came, then he excused the woman and asked me what I wanted. I confronted him about what I just saw, then asked him why he could do that to a woman at work but not with Mom at home. He asked how I knew he and Mom weren’t having sex and I was so angry that I said, ‘Because I’m the one taking up your slack, Dad, and I have been for the past six months,’ and do you want to know what he did?”
“What?”
“He reached into his wallet, pulled out a thousand dollars, and lay it on the desk. ‘Here,’ he said. ‘Keep up the good work.’ Ever since that day, he gives me a thousand dollars a week to keep Mom happy. That includes taking her places and buying her things as well as sex.”
“Damn,” I said when he finished. “That’s fucking awesome.”
Just then, the glass doors leading from the patio to the house opened. I looked. Stephen’s mother was standing there in a short blue silk robe that was loosely tied. Her ample bosom was spilling out of it. She smiled at me. “Hi, Jeremy.”
“Good afternoon, Mrs. Parker.”
Turning her attention to her son, she said, “Stephen? Could you be a dear and give me a hand?”