"Mum wants to fuck you," Brenda informed me over our lunch date, making me nearly spill my soup.
"Say that again? I want to make sure that I didn't hear you wrong," I coughed and sputtered a bit, my face a bit red as I reacted to her surprise announcement.
"My mother wants to do the nasty, the horizontal mambo, the beast with two backs ... she wants to shag you, love. Quite frankly, I think that you should go for it," my girlfriend of just a month told me while I ate my tomato basil soup and grilled cheese sandwich.
"But ... you and I, we're dating. We're a couple. You sold me on it, remember? Convinced me to date you. Admittedly, we never said that we're steady, you know, exclusive... , " I started to say as I drank my coffee, when Brenda put her finger to my lips as she gently interrupted me.
"Exactly. We never talked about monogamy. Was THAT your hang-up about dating me? You were worried that I'd push you to swear off the lasses? No, darling, if that was your worry, I can save you a lot of stress and anxiety right now. That was never my intention. Not at all. In fact, part of me dreaded having this conversation, but I guess that Mum gave me the perfect icebreaker for it, didn't she?
"I was horribly afraid that you'd want fidelity, and then I'd have to break your heart, love. I've enjoyed being your girlfriend, but monogamy's a deal breaker, darling. I'm no one-man woman, but luckily, it seems, you're no one-woman man. Best news I've had since you agreed to be my boyfriend," my English tart assured me before inserting plenty of tongue in my mouth.
"So, all you wanted was to date me and fuck me, then?" I probed the territory of her heart and mind.
"No, love. I want to be your wife. I should make that perfectly clear to you now, dear. I want to be your bride. That doesn't mean that we have to be faithful to each other. There's such a thing as an open marriage, after all. All I want is permanence. I want to know that we can fuck others like the sluts that we are, and then go home to give each other sloppy seconds, and nobody gives the other grief or hell about it.
"I want us to grow old together, too. I want to be sixty, seventy, eighty, and still turn each other on with the memories and stories of our adventures for each other's benefit. Besides, there's something, well ... steamy and dodgy about adultery, don't you think? It's the one sin that, off the top of my head, I haven't committed yet. I love the idea of you having a mistress, me having a paramour. It's sophisticated, worldly, Continental, even. You know, like the French and their easygoing ways about such things.
"Which brings me back to Mum. She wants to fuck you and I want you to do it, too, love. She's, well ... you know how she is. She's an older version of me and that should tell you volumes about why monogamy is a bad arrangement. There's a reason that she cheated on Dad repeatedly over the years. She's just ... not made to be faithful to one guy. She needs too much dick for that.
"Admittedly, he was justified in kicking her out for it, since they didn't have an open marriage at all. It was a bad deal. She kept assuring him that she'd have forgiven him if he cheated, and I do believe that she meant it. She kept urging him to fuck around, too, but at that point, it was too late. He was committed to his decision to toss her arse onto the street. Due to the family home being his by inheritance, he could and did.
"Besides, he's a bit more old-fashioned and believes that fooling around is something that you do before marriage, get it out of your system, but once wed, you're to be strictly faithful, man and wife alike. In any case, that situation convinced me that it was a foolish thing to try to give up the right to get my itches scratched when you're not around ... and the same goes for your needs when I'm unable to gratify you ... or there is one need to that no one person can provide, namely variety.
"Anyway, I want ... I'm pleading with you ... to do this. To sleep with Mum ... and no, this won't cost you my affections or my sexual favours at all. Quite the contrary. Just the idea of you screwing Mum, knocking her up... , " Brenda's face flashed red with obvious desire and I could smell the wetness of her pussy as she unburdened herself of her true intentions a bit.
"Knocking her up? She just divorced from your old man, didn't she? Are they ... you know, intimate at all? As in ex sex? Has she ever let your father back into her panties? I wouldn't be shocked if she did. I'd be more surprised if she didn't, in fact. Be honest with me, dear. Level with me, okay? I don't like lies," I insisted upon everything being upfront here between us.
"Um ... yes, dear. I respect that. I totally get that. Trust me. I shall endeavour to be as honest with you as I can, I swear. Mum and Dad have fucked several times since he kicked her out, even since the divorce became final. She's also been with other men, but... , " Brenda gulped a bit before she continued.
"She ... needs another baby, and she can't get that from Dad, since he always wears a rubber. He's determined not to pay her any child support, though he's been generous enough not to ask her to pay any to him for Julia. I suppose that he's rich enough not to think that he needs it to provide it for my baby sister. Plus, he fought hard for custody and I think that he doesn't want to make it even harder on Mum than it already is.
