“It wasn’t …?”
“Erect? No. That would have been REALLY weird, being able to have an erection in front of your mother.”
“Speaking of weird, I thought it would have been weirder, you know, between us because …”
“Because you had sex with my son? Because you’re like a second mother to him? Because he made you cum like a rocket?”
“Yeah, because of things along those lines.” We both laughed.
“Let me ask you this: how would you feel if I had sex with your son, Matt?”
“With my little boy, Matt? And, I do say ‘little’ in the most literal way. He’s half your size, still hasn’t been out on a date, the most socially awkward kid I’ve ever seen—he’s a watered-down version of Vance! That should tell you something. I worry about him growing up. He’s a nerd and always has been and always will be. If you had sex with him, I’d feel sorry—for you! But—wait a minute—maybe that would snap him out of his nerdy cocoon. So go ahead, but don’t run to me when he can’t stop crying and calling for his mommy!”
“That reminds me … what did you think when Doug came—”
“I swear I could feel every hot jet of cum filling me up. I ruined three pairs of panties with what flowed out of me later,” she said while shaking her head.”
“So, too much information, and back to where I was before you interrupted—what did you think when Doug came and said “Mom?”
“I didn’t hear anything then. I was zoned out in the heat of the most fantastic orgasm a woman can have. I have never experienced anything like it. I didn’t even imagine there COULD be anything like it. I didn’t think a human body could generate or STAND that kind of pleasure—”
“Back to my question. Now that you’ve heard it on the video, what do you think?”
“Well, it would have been nice to have him acknowledge me as being there participating in HIS pleasure. A little “Aunt Gail!” while he came would have been more appropriate. But, I think it’s a normal thing for younger people to blurt out “Mom!” in times of hurt or stress. So I wouldn’t get all Freudian about it.”
“Yeah … I guess you’re right,” I said.
“So, you’re not mad at me? You can see how—and I’m not trying to say I wasn’t wrong—but you can see how I was seduced, little by little, drip, drip drip, seduced and I wasn’t strong enough finally to say ‘no.’ I have to give your son credit. I mean, he pursued me there with all his charm and sexual attractiveness, but, in the end, he left it my final choice. I can see now when he said ‘It’s up to you, Aunt Gail’ I could have pull up, stopped, stood up, and walked away.”
“And what made you choose not to?”
“Fair question. Earlier, when he asked me ‘Don’t you want to know what I would feel like inside you?’ I couldn’t get that out of my mind. I had to know. More than that, my body had to know. I knew that question would haunt me the rest of my life, and when it came to the moment of truth, I knew I would regret not taking that beautiful boycock deep inside me. Does that make sense?”
It made more sense than Gail could realize. That’s the question that stood out to me too since I had first watched the video. But, in my case, I would never know the answer, and have to make peace with never knowing.