Mom gave a light laugh and said, “Most boys have fantasies about their mothers at some time in their lives.”
I looked at her and offered, “I know, but I never grew out of it. Every lover I ever had was as close to being a spitting image of you as I could possibly find. That was so that I could, in my mind, make love to you, every time.”
Mom looked worried and said, “Oh my, that is too much. What on earth did I do wrong to lead you on like that?”
I was hurt that she blamed herself, and immediately corrected her, “You did nothing wrong! Your just so beautiful, and the quintessential perfect woman. Very practical, very loving, and caring. What man would not be totally consumed with desire for you?”
Mom gave that little laugh again, then said, “My goodness, such devotion and unearned praise. I am certainly not deserving all that. I just took care of you like any mother would.”
“Mom, you are so much more to me than that, I have never been able to truly love another woman due to my desire for you. The past few weeks have been a dream come true for me,” I told her.
Mom’s look softened and she buried her face in my chest, “It is so nice to be so desired, I love that you feel like that about me, and I love you more than any other man, but we need to keep this in check.”
“I understand, I just need you so much, I don’t think I will ever want another woman like I want you,” I truthfully told her.
“Well I am sure you find someone to replace your old mother,” she replied.
I lifted her head and looked into her eyes deeply, and said, “Absolutely no way, you’re not old, you are the only one I want. And besides, what about your needs, when will you find someone to take care of your needs?”
Mom was still drilling into my heart with her deep brown eyes as she said, “I don’t have needs, other than what you’re giving me now. Sex has never been important to me.”
I was deflated at that last comment, and before I responded I kissed her lips again. “Mom, I will give you everything I can, whatever you want or let me give you. But how can you say you have no needs? Since Dad left you just turned them off??
Mom’s eyes dipped and she sighed, “You don’t understand, I never had those type of needs. We are being open here, and I don’t want you thinking poorly of me or your father, but I gave myself to your father out of a wife’s duty, not for any desire or need.”
I was flabbergasted, I tilted her face up to me and asked, “Never? You never wanted him to make love to you? How is that possible?”
Mom shyly responded, “Oh in the beginning I wanted him to make love to me, but then after I realized it was just a sweaty romp in bed, no magic, I became numb to it. I actually hated him reaching for me after the first few years.”
“Mom, that is terrible! That’s not love, that’s a mechanical fuck. Dad never made you excited or really want it?”
Mom laughed and said, “Nice language Doug, I think he was just into the release. He would grab a tube of lube from the nightstand and I knew what that meant. Then he would reach for me, squirt some of that grease inside of me and climb on. A few minutes later he would grunt and roll off of me. At least he said thanks!”