“Can I ask you a question, Andrew?” she finally asked.
“Mum, you can ask me anything.”
“Do you find your mother attractive?”
I didn’t hesitate. “Yep. Absolutely.”
She laughed at the simple but honest response. “For how long have you considered me so?”
I shrugged. “Definitely since I hit puberty. I’ve always thought you were beautiful.” Then I met her eyes. “I lied a little before. You know when I used to look at you before?” She nodded. “Well, you were always in my thoughts when I masturbated later. I guess I was an unusual young man. But… Mum, I’ve always thought you were beautiful.”
I thought she was almost ready to cry. She blinked readily before leaning across to kiss my cheek. “And what about now?” she asked, barely above a whisper.
“Some of the thoughts I have now…” I trailed off.
There was silence for at least a minute or two before she finally asked “Andrew, do you want to fuck your mother?”
“I could retort and ask if you want to fuck your son?”
“I asked first.”
I gulped. Then I nodded, turning to look in her eyes. She deserved that. “More than anything. I’ve thought about it since the first time I saw you in the nude, if not before. I’ve always had these thoughts, going over a million different scenarios of how it may be possible, despite the fact who you are and… I know the thoughts and feelings I have are wrong. So wrong. But… I just know it would feel so right at the same time.”
She cupped my cheek again. “I’ve simply been waiting, Andrew.”
“Waiting?”
She nodded. “Waiting until you got the courage to finally tell me how you feel. Because I’ve known for long enough now. I know you used to watch me and I eventually put on a show for you every so often. And I definitely know you thought about me as I heard you moan my name.”
I felt heat rise in my cheeks again. “You did?”
“As I said, I was flattered. And… Well, there is a reason why I’m still single.”
I know my eyes would have widened in surprise. “No way.”
“As I said, I’ve been waiting. And it appears you’re coming around to my way of thinking.”
“So what do we do?”
“We take it slow, Andrew. There’s no rush. I know you’re still conflicted in some ways. Like this afternoon, when I thought you were simply going to fuck me, but then you came and I could see the confusion about what we’d just done. I still feel a little conflicted myself. You’re my son, and no mother should think about her son in such a manner. But…”
“The heart wants what it wants.”
“Something like that. I just think I’ve raised you right. A son should always love his mother. Though I’m sure most other mothers don’t lie back thinking about fucking their son.”
“Oh, I’m sure some do but would never admit it.” I took my phone out of my pocket and flicked through to the gallery. I eventually came to a few photos I figured I should share. I handed the phone to my Mum as she asked “Who’s this?”
“She was my first. But who does she look like?” My mother just laughed, as I took the phone back, and flicked through others. She continued to laugh as there was a general theme to the few women I had been with. “I had to find women who would…” I cleared my throat, feeling embarrassed again, “Let me call them Mum when I fucked them.” Mum burst into laughter, though it wasn’t to make me feel guilty. “But now you look completely different, Mum. I mean… You’re still her but you’re not, in some way. You’re… different.”