“Tell me what you sexually did with my father. I want to know,” he said looking at his mother with as much curiosity as he looked at her with sexual excitement. He stared down at her stroking him before he looked up at her again. Threading on forbidden ground and being careful not to upset her enough for her to stop masturbating him, he wondered if she’d tell him what sexual things she did with his Dad. “It sexually excites me to know and for me to imagine you having sex with him.”
As if she was telling him a bedtime story while still slowly stroking him, she made herself comfortable against him. Yet, her mood changed again from sexual excitement to sadness and then to anger. Obviously, she was angry when talking about her sexual past with her ex-husband. Knowing now that it was a mistake to ask her about her having sex with his Dad, it was too late to back out of the conversation.
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“Your father was a disrespectful, insensitive pig, especially when he was drunk. During those last few years of our marriage, he was always drunk,” she said. “Even when I was out with him, he’d be checking out other women, especially younger women. Obviously, I wasn’t what he wanted. He wanted a young, pretty, sexy thing like your ex-girlfriend, Jessica,” she said. When she fell quiet, he waited for her to speak again. “Perhaps, he regretted making me pregnant. Perhaps, he regretted feeling obligated to marry me.”
She looked at her son as if already apologizing for all that she was ready to say about his father’s bad behavior.
“I’m sorry, Mom. You don’t have to tell me about you having sex with Dad if you’d rather not,” he said. “That’s none of my business. I’m sorry for prying.” He paused while hoping his mother would continue. “I was just curious.”
Only just as he hoped she’d tell him the sexy details of his mother having sex with his father, he wasn’t sorry for prying. Instead of her being offended, she smiled at him as if he was her therapist instead of her son. Perhaps, having never talked about what sexually happened with her husband to anyone, she seemed ready to talk about all that happened now. Perhaps, discussing what happened would allow her to move on and help her to forget her ex-husband.
“It’s okay,” she said. “Having never told anyone, I’d rather talk about what happened to someone and better to talk about it to you than to talk about it to a stranger. You’d more understand what I’ve been through than would any of my girlfriends. Besides, after leaving our house and our old life behind to move here where no one knows us, I left our friends and family behind too. Now it’s just the two of us,” she said touching his shoulder.
She fell as quiet as she looked sad. If he ever saw his father with his whore of his wife, unable to control his anger, he didn’t know what he’d do. No doubt, he’d make a public scene. After punching out his father, he’d love to strip his ex-girlfriend naked, who was now his stepmother, and take her clothes. He’d love to see her walking around naked while showing everyone the whore that she is.