I was taken aback. “You mean the Elizabeth from your work? Your colleague? The one from the trip?”
She smiled, “Yes, that Elizabeth.”
“Are you saying that…”
“Yes, I’m saying that.”
“No way. It has to be a joke. I mean it’s a beachside vacation. Of course people are going to exaggerate.”
“I saw the pictures.”
There was suddenly a silence between us. I was shocked. And my mother had a look on her face which said, ‘yeah, believe it, because it’s true.’
“Wow,” I managed to say.
“Wow is the correct response.”
“What exactly did you see in the pictures?”
“Things which are so naughty, I’d rather not discuss,” she replied. “Elizabeth is single. She’s in her sexual prime. And she has an adult son. Apparently, she’s a big fan of keeping things in the family.”
“Why would she talk about it? Shouldn’t that be a secret? Assuming it’s true.”
“Because, as it turns out, incest is a big part of her spiritual & sexual growth. It’s something that’s come to define her. You see, Liz believes that regular orgasms with a partner is a necessity. It’s part of being a healthy person. She also believes that the maternal bond from a mother/son relationship only increases the power of the orgasm.”
My mother suddenly bent down in a squatting position and held the pose. The muscles in her legs were heavily flexed, and it looked exhausting.
She continued, “So, once Liz’s son had turned 18 many years ago, she made the offer. And the offer was, that if he was respectful and discreet, then she was willing to provide sexual services. The deal was accepted and they formed a symbiotic sexual relationship. It led to the best orgasms they’ve ever experienced in their lives. And they do it on a regular basis.”
“Oh…” I gasped.
She smiled, “I thought the same thing. I was stunned hearing my best friend admit to something like that. But the more I thought about it, the more sense it seemed to make. It’s worked very well for them.”
Her legs reached exhaustion and she stood upright. Then she briefly shook each leg to relieve the tension from the prolonged squatting position.
“Sounds like a provocative story.”
“I know,” she nodded. “Now I’m making that offer with you.”
My cock instantly stirred in my shorts. It was hard to see the reaction on her face because the sun was behind her. But the tone in her voice was clear. It was a serious offer.
“Are you saying what I think you’re saying?”
“I know it’s unusual” she said. “It goes against the rules of society. It’s frowned upon. And if people ever found out, I would likely be ruined, socially, and in my legal career.”
“I understand.”
“There are many benefits to the risk though. We live together. We understand each other. And most importantly, we love each other. I’ve thought about this a lot, especially in the past week. It’s certainly doable. But only if you’re interested. And only if you promise to keep this a secret.”
The moment was tense, yet surprisingly casual. My mother didn’t view the offer as something lewd or lascivious. She viewed the offer as something that was the beneficial to both of our well-beings. She viewed it as a necessity to her spiritual growth. And that was what allowed her to find the courage to ask such a thing.