This is the fifth part of A Son's Curious Mind.
For context, please first read A Son's Curious Mind Pt. 01, 02, 03 and 04.
All characters in this story are over 18 years old.
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The sun was already high up in the sky when James woke up. He'd been sleeping like a prince that night. He quickly jumped out of his bed, got dressed, and then went straight downstairs.
He hoped that his mother would be feeling horny again. James knew that if his mother was horny, that would mean he'd get another chance to make love with her again. He knew he had given her great pleasure the previous day. She had not been able to hide her excitement of having her son lick her cunt, her legs spread open for him, allowing him to taste her entrance. He wanted to see her again, to give her another 'greatest orgasm of her life'. James wanted to give his mother a wonderful present: to experience the lovemaking of a son, and hopefully make her to cum again.
He found his mother in the kitchen preparing breakfast.
"Morning, mom," he said, as he kissed his mother.
"Good morning, baby," his mother replied and kissed him back. What was initiated as a simple good morning kiss soon included both tongue and exchange of saliva between the mother and her son.
"Wow," James said as they parted, "what a welcome."
"That's quite a 'good morning', isn't it, James?"
James could only agree. "It sure is. Mom, waking up like this, it almost feels like I have a wife."
His mother chuckled, "Well, I guess you almost do." She looked James in the eyes. "And I kinda feel like I have a husband in the house again."
"Really?" James felt confirmed hearing his mother say that. "How so, mom?"
"James... I know that you are my son, you are your own person. You're not your father. But..." She was quiet for a second. "But I can't help but see how similar you are to him."
James did not mind this at all, rather the opposite. "Yeah, mom, I guess that is natural. I mean, I am half him and half you."
"Right," his mother said. "And I think that's why it feels so natural to be with you. You actually are part your father, and taking on the role as the man of the house, you bring him back, quite literally."
"That's kind of amazing to think of, mom," James said, still feeling uplifted by his mother's words. "Like I am keeping up my father's legacy."
"Yes, he will always be inside you, as will I. We are your parents, and no matter what happens, we are you and you are us," his mother concorded. "And as you and I are together, experiencing each other's company, he is also part of that experience."
His mother was right, James thought. Each thing he did to his mother was honoring his father, who had been his precursor. His precursor was the male of the house, the patriarch of the family. The man of his mother.
Now the role had been given to James, and he was determined to carry it with pride and responsibility, making sure his duties were fulfilled in the relationship with his mother.
He knew he had to bring an income to the household, do his chores, and that his mother cunt had to be fucked regularly. He was not going to disappoint her in any of the aspects, he promised himself.
"I am going to give you your favorite breakfast," his mother said. "Creamed rice. I just hope that you still like it as much as you did when you were little."
"Yeah, mom, I am sure I do!" James exclaimed. "When you cook rice for me, that was always a special treat."
His mother appeared happy to hear that, a little proud over the satisfaction she had been able to give her dear son.
"So please give me your cream, mom," James joked.
"I guess it's only fair, since you gave your cream to your mother," she said with a grin.
"Mom!" James said, shocked to hear his mom make such a joke back at him. Then he saw his chance to get more information about his dad. "How much cream did dad give you, mom?"
"Well..." she began. "If by 'cream' you mean 'cumming inside me', then unfortunately not so much. Sometimes he did, obviously, but he did not want more children."
"Did you want more children, mom?"
"I don't know... I would not have minded it. And I think he was too careful about not ejaculating inside me."
"Mom, that is so sad!" James said.
"I guess that it is, but I'm not sad about it, James. Just excited to have you here with me again, to do those things to me. Having you back in my body again, and creaming inside me. You're not so worried, and know how to enjoy what it is yours to enjoy."
"You are right, mom. Your body was my home," James said as he reached his arm around his mother and held his hand onto her stomach. "Mom, you feel just like my perfect mix of a loving mother and a loving wife."
His mother smiled, "Well, I am lucky that you still like to see me that way."