“I understand.” That’s all I could say.
“So you’re not angry with me?”
When I didn’t speak, Gail asked: “Something else?” She knew me too well.
“Well, it’s not normal for a mother to watch her son having sex. That should be something a mother knows is going on, but never has to think about it in more than an overall antiseptic, practical, almost-clinical way. And yet, there I was seeing it all unfold in front of my eyes. How would you feel if you watched Matt having sex?”
“Bewildered! I told you—I don’t think he knows yet what’s between his own legs, let alone a girl’s!”
“So, you know how much I love Doug, and always wanted to give him everything I could. So … eh, why don’t we forget it,” I finally said.
“No, Cyndy. C’mon, say what you’re thinking. You know you can tell me anything, and I can tell you anything.”
“Okay, here it is: I’m not angry, I’m jealous.”
“Jealous? Of me? For having sex with your son?”
“Yeah. For THAT! You gave him something I couldn’t. You gave him such pleasure. Sharing your bodies together. And, he gave YOU something I can never have—that tremendous, thundering orgasm. It’s just the totality of the experience—without getting Freudian about it—that made me feel left out of my son’s life.”
She came over and hugged me the way we’d been hugging for over thirty years. I felt better, especially when she said, “I understand completely.”
Then she had to add, “And you’re wondering what that glorious slab of manhood feels like when it’s poking at your liver from the inside, right?”
We both couldn’t stop laughing. I finally said, “Well, yeah, may be a little!”
Maybe it was more than just a little.
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Gail had a full day of real estate appointments. We decided she would come back when Doug got home from school and we would all sit down together and talk.
“So why is Aunt Gail coming over?”
“Just that she has something to say to you.”
“This isn’t going to be some long lecture is it?” he whined.
“No, nothing like that, Doug.”
“You watched the video?”
“Yes. I watched it last night. Then I show it to Aunt Gail this morning.”
“Oh, I get it, the double kaboom. You both tell me how evil I am about having the video and try to make me feel bad or guilty or … whatever.”
“Nothing like that, Doug. Believe me.”
“What part of the video did you like the best?” he asked, changing tactics.
“There’s no part I liked. That was my son and my best friend doing something that never should have been done. Can’t you see that?”
“You can’t blame just me. You saw Aunt Gail. You saw that she wanted to and decided to say yes to the whole thing.”
“Doug, I understand what happened. I—”
“Did you see Aunt Gail cum? I think that was the best part of it all. That I got her to cum. And she can’t deny it either because it’s right there with her saying it happened.”
“Doug, she’s taken responsibility for what happened. We talked it all over this morning.”
“And you’re not mad at her or anything?”
“No, now enough questions until she gets here.” I knew there would be a whole different coloring of the subject once Gail told him she was pregnant.