“If you say so, Mom.”
Still catching her breath, “Good boy. Go get cleaned up.”
I got a quick shower, then headed back downstairs for breakfast. Mom came down when I was half-way through and fixed herself a plate. We talked about small things, then she asked what my plans were. “I think I’m going to head over to Stephen’s.”
“You and he have gotten closer,” she noted. “Just don’t leave your other friends behind.”
I smiled, kissed her, and said, “You’re the only real friend I have.”
“Nice try,” she said as she gave me a small peck. “Now go out and be friends with your friends.”
Of course, I called Stephen before going over. I thought about what Mom said as I made my way there. Once I arrived, I put the question to Stephen: “Are we slowly deleting Mark and Johnny from our lives?”
“There’s no common frame of reference,” he began as an answer. “What, do we just come right out and say, ‘So, have either of you fucked your moms yet?”
“Why not?” I volleyed. “Done in a group setting, it could work.”
“I’m afraid that the only way it would work is if one of us—or both—admitted to it first,” he said, “and something like that just isn’t thrown around lightly.”
“True. Hey, while I’m thinking of it, how often does our little cabal meet?”
“Once a week.” He looked at me. “Something on your mind?”
“I had period sex with Mom this morning.”
He studied me, then asked, “How was it?”
“A bit messy, but great. She’s hornier now than at regular times. She said it was a one-off, though, that we can’t do it again.”
“Because of how messy it is?”
“I guess,” I laughed, “or because of how animalistic she gets. She was screaming and cussing … Look at this.” I raised my shirt to show him the claw marks across my chest.
“Damn, Jeremy. ‘Animal’ is right.” Then, “So, Mark and Johnny?”
“They’re good guys,” I said. “I think we have room for them in our lives.”
“Okay, then. Just remember that the next time you call me instead of one of them.” He meant it jokingly, I knew that. We drank our beers and talked some more, then I was on my way. I decided to pay Mark and Johnny a visit on my way home. They were playing some war game on the PS4. They offered to let me in, but I declined as I never was one for first-person shooters. I decided to test the waters, so I said, “So, have any of you gotten close to fucking your moms yet?” I laughed as I said it if for no other reason than to give an air of absurdity over the notion.
There was silence, then Mark elbowed Johnny and said, “Go ahead. Tell him.”
Johnny paused the game, then, without the benefit of looking at me, said, “All that talk the other night? Yeah, it got me to thinking. Thing is, though, that what turned me on the most is what you said about the grandmother waking up her grandson with a blow job. My mom is attractive, sure, but for some unknown reason I’ve always had a thing for my granny. Anyway, listening to that really made me want to fuck her, so I called her up and told her that it had been a long time since she and I spent some quality time together and asked what she’d say to me staying the weekend with her. She agreed, so I went Friday after school.