My head was spinning. So much of blasphemous things she blurted out in single breath.
‘How could you, is it not taboo?’
‘Taboo, hog wash. Our bloody holy scriptures are full of incestuous stories. All animals practice it without an iota of compunction. The primitive tribal societies are not ashamed to practice it. The ancient Incas and the Ptolemies of Alexandria perfected it, Joseph Stalin and Emperor Shajahan enjoyed it. Nothing is either good or bad, only our mind has to be unfettered. Do you know that your son worships the very ground that you walk on. When I offered my dripping pussy to his hungry mouth for the first time he was literally sobbing with pleasure and crying out ‘my mummy, my mummy’. Remember that we can share him and make our days fervently wonderful. To be or not to be- that is the question.’
‘You never care for right and wrong.’
‘I would rather quote John Locke. One can never say you are wrong, one can only say you do not appear to be right in the light of my current knowledge.’
When she was gone I was pulled into a great vacuum. I was caught between two extremes. That evening after having taken bath I had settled on the sofa and was cutting my toe nail. Alex was watching TV. After a while I realized that he was not watching TV anymore. His eyes were fixed on my feet. I looked at him in askance.
‘Your toes are so beautiful, like the silken petals of an exotic flower. Would you let me manicure your feet?’
‘Of course,’ I said quite amused.
He took both of my feet into his lap and fondled the toes. I enjoyed the heady feeling of being exquisitely pampered. Then he proceeded to shape the nails as if there was an infinity before him. I closed my eyes and enjoyed it. Then I experienced a soft wetness on my toes. He was found kissing and licking them. When my astonishment subsided I decided to let it go. The feeling was wonderful. Each jab of his tongue sent streaks of please right up to my brain. I realized that my panties were being drenched.
His ministrations progressed uphill. He was softly kissing and bathing my calves and shin. Inadvertently I opened my legs to accommodate him. When he reached my knees I closed my legs and forcefully said that it was enough. But I was immensely excited and my pussy was flooded. I could retire to my room and touch myself. But I had never done it and do not want to do it.
‘Thank you dear for the service. Now I am going to my room. But here is a special gift for you,’ I smiled and pulled down my unusually drenched panties. I exposed the gusset and declared nonchalantly: look you are the author of this, hence you own it.
He made a sound of pure happiness. The gusset had a heavy coating of sticky syrupy warm nectar spilled over from my full blown flower. Immediately he buried his head in it and licked up thick snots and swished them in his mouth lost in oblivious bliss and ran away to the privacy of his room. I wondered where we were headed.
Next day Mary called me over the phone:
“Tonight I am alone, can you send him to me for the night?’