“Why, son?” I was a bit shocked at his confession. I actually had expected the worst and he was going in the opposite direction.
He finally blurted out, “Because…I have to.”
“Why, because you get excited by me?” I gave him a big, naughty smile. My smile was coming from deep within my being.
He tried to avert his eyes from me but I followed them wherever they focused. I asked again, “Why, because you are afraid that you’ll lose control in my presence?”
He was quiet. I continued, “Son, listen. I am relieved to know that you are not mad at me. I am also relieved to know that you do have some feelings for me because you know that I have strong feeling for you. I actually wanted you to have feelings for me and now that I know you do, we can accept the situation and learn to live with it.”
“How do we learn to live with it?”
“Well, for one, it is okay to feel this way. There is nothing wrong with being sexually excited by your mother or your son. It is only natural when he is so handsome and she is beautiful.” I was encouraged by the slight hint of smile on his face. “It is actually healthy to have such strong drive that even your mother can make you…horny. You should be proud. Not very many men can say that. At the same time, it is okay for me to be aroused by you because you are so manly and I am in my sexual prime.”
I paused for a second and then continued, “The only problem is that we can’t act on our feelings, but we can accept them wholeheartedly and move on. Do you understand me, son?”
He nodded.
“Good, I am glad. Now, let’s get over everything.”
I got up and he did too. I gave him a hug and said, “Son, I love you. Let’s not let any hang ups ruin that.”
“I love you too, mom.”
As he was leaving the room, I said, “Son, if you want, you can come watch a movie with me…if you want. It will give us a chance to be comfortable in each other’s company.”
My relief was tremendous. I found myself whistling as I prepared for the evening. I was happy. Sure, we had ended what could have been, but we had also moved to a new level, which normal mother-son combos don’t get a chance to get to. As I waited for him to return, I found myself applying a bit of makeup and some lipstick. I didn’t take much notice of it. I brushed my hair and put them into a nice pony tail. I went to my closest and found my favourite vest and pink satin sleep shorts. I wore nothing else. I was floating on air, for some reason, as I opened my bed and jumped in.
I don’t know why but I felt the smoothness of my legs to see if there were any stubble problems that I could quickly take care of. I, then, sat in a kneeling position and started flipping through the channels. I muted the sound though, just so I could hear him coming.
When he came, he was wearing his pyjamas that I had bought for him recently. I kept my eyes on the TV, flipping through the channels with sound still on mute. I took my hand off of my stomach and tapped the bed to indicate that he should come and lie next to me. He came and got into bed. I was sitting in the middle of the bed as he spread himself next to me. I could feel the warmth of his body even though there was some distance between us. I could see his feet and part of his legs from where I was sitting. I sat there flipping through the channels as he quietly lay next to me.