“Well,” I began, “I guess I’ve seen for some time now how unhappy you are and I wanted to help. I thought about helping you find a new partner, but then I realised it would make me jealous (ok, so I was stretching things a bit). I realised how much I loved you and I wanted you for my own. But I couldn’t tell you, I was too afraid. I never thought you would understand, so I’ve been living with these desires for a long time now, and I guess they must have become more visible than I intended.”
Mother looked at me almost in wonder. She appeared to be trying to take in what I was saying.
“I know it’s wrong,” I said, “but I can’t help it. More than anything in the world I want to be with you. None of this is your fault. You didn’t do anything except respond to how I was feeling… how I am feeling. I love you mother and I want you so much.”
“But,” she paused. “It will damage you if I… if we do anything.”
“No,” I said. “Any damage of the kind you mean was already done a long time ago. I did it to myself. What’s more that damage will remain and have a long lasting effect on my life. There is only one way to prevent that from happening.”
I think she knew what I was going to say but there was doubt in her eyes. Luckily for me (if you remember) I’d already worked my way through this situation in my fantasies, so I knew just what to say.
“If I have a relationship with you, then that part of me will be fulfilled. I will then eventually move on, grow and develop, and become a normal man who once had a wonderful secret he shared with his mother. But if things stop now I will be unfulfilled, and part of me will be always be wanting something I can never have. That is the real danger… where the real damage would be done.”
Ok so I’d given it my best shot. For a while there I think I even convinced myself. But the real question was, had I convinced my miserable old mother to hit the sack with her randy son?
She looked at me thoughtfully for a long time, as if she was going through my argument in her mind.
V
There was only a small bedside light glowing dimly in my bedroom, and it made the room seem small and intimate, like mother and I were encased in a kind of warm and shimmering bubble, far away from the noise and bustle and problems of the real world. She was looking at me, and I at her, but both of us were seeing the other in a new way. Walls has come down, and for a moment I could feel just how much she wanted to hold me, and I guess she could feel just how much I wanted to touch her. That kind of honest longing is hard to resist… whatever the consequences.
Then, to my eternal joy, mother slipped off her dressing gown and pulled my head down to her bosom. I snuggled in to her for a moment, then I lifted my head and both my hands slid up and encased her bra covered breasts and gently fondled them. The bra was white and padded and very sharply pointed, and my fingers tingled and twitched as I groped at the material. She made no attempt to stop me. Instead she reached around behind her back and unfastened her bra. As she pulled it away, I suddenly discovered my hands were full of the soft warm ample flesh of her naked tits. They weren’t huge, but they filled my palms in a way that was infinitely satisfying. I bent back down and took one of her nipples in my mouth. It was long and hard and dark, like some mountain peak, and I suckled it as if I was still her baby. She sighed ever so gently.