“Seriously, though, Drew, how are you feeling about everything? Still okay?” She had a concerned look on her face.
I took her hands in mine and said, “Yeah, hon, I’m okay. I really am. Just keep it between us, though? Last thing I need is Duke finding out and thinking he has a shot with her just because you did. He already flirts with her enough. I’m lucky he’s never called her a MILF to my face, but I know he’s said it to Kenny.”
“Okay, I’ll keep my mouth closed. But I will point out that ultimately, it’s your Mom who gets to decide who has a shot with her, and who doesn’t, y’know?”
I shrugged and said, “I know. And if Mom makes that choice, then I’ll just have to accept it and hope he treats her right. I just don’t want him pressuring her into that choice, because he would.”
“And if she decides that the guy who has a shot at her is you?”, she asked, grinning.
“Whaaaat!?!”
She squeezed my hands, and said, “I see the way she looks at you, Drew. And from some things that slipped out when we were talking today and were getting turned on, it’s pretty clear that she’s at least thought about it. Haven’t you?”
I felt stunned. “I… I… guess there have been a few horny dreams here and there over the years. And… today… I was real tempted to… touch her pussy. But… she’s my mom, Patti. Sons might think those thoughts, have those fantasies, but they aren’t supposed to be acted on. It’s incest. Even what happened today is getting close to that line.”
“That’s the line that society draws, and you know what I think about most of those repressive lines.” Her progressive attitudes towards sex and the repression in society were one of the things that first attracted me to her. “Only you and Tina can decide where your actual boundaries lie. If today showed me anything about you and your mom, you’ve already crossed quite a way into that territory already. So, you’ve got to figure out what you actually want, and how you’re going to react if she wants the same, or even if she wants more than you do.”
I couldn’t believe I was actually asking this question, but, “Are… are you saying that if I were to have sex with my mom, you’d be okay with it?” I was feeling my cock stiffen, so I already knew his vote.
She put her left hand on my cheek, and gave me a quick kiss before sitting back, and softly saying, “Oh, I might feel a little jealousy, but that would mainly be about fear that you think she makes love to you better than me. But I know you love me, Drew, and I’m not jealous that you love your mom, too. Even if that does find a physical expression that other people would frown on. I’m just not one of those people. Love isn’t reductive – your emotional capacity for it is unlimited, and the love you give your mom doesn’t reduce what you have left to give me. Of course, your physical capacity for sex is limited, so… I might worry that you don’t have enough cock for both of us, but that’s a problem I wouldn’t mind finding an answer to, especially if it involves your mom and I getting it on again.”