Dad - Chapter 5 - True Love - Iss 1ex1
a) A Nuclear Family?
After the revelations, Mum and I celebrated, gently, for a long time. The possibility of becoming a 'multi-mummy' (having more than this one - with me), even at her age, gave her an ardour that I struggled to meet.
She did tell me that this, our first, might be our 'Only'. It would depend on her well-being - first during pregnancy; next during childbirth; and then during her postpartum recovery. As she said, she would now probably be classified as a 'geriatric' mother, with all the shortcomings and care that that involved.
I lived the first week in a sort of sexual haze. I had struggled to believe how easily my mother adapted to having me as her 'mate', even while she was wracked by her tears of grief.
Now, through all this new change of circumstance, she had been thinking, and considering; and accommodating situations and ideas about the future.
Anyway, about a week after the pregnancies were ... um ... declared[?], and without discussing it with me (not that she had to, of course, she just decided to keep me in the dark), she contacted Rose, and proposed a meeting. I was told after the event; at which time I was also told of 'The Agreement' which was the outcome of the meeting.
What they decided, basically, was that Dad's brother and other sister would have to accept the situations, of both Mum and Rose. Mum was an only child, and her parents had died some years previously. 'The Agreement' had Mum and Rose inform the family that Mum and Rose had colluded to get me too drunk to be responsible for my actions, but still sober enough to be able to 'perform'; and that their plan had worked, as they were both pregnant, and it was not my fault. They stated that they were prepared to swear to that in court. So - if they (family) decided that they couldn't live with the incestuous pregnancies, I would be 'innocent'.
I have to admit that I thought that it was all a little 'over the top'.
OK, then! I grudgingly conceded that Mum wouldn't be shown in a good light if she turned up pregnant a few months after Dad's funeral, and blamed it on some man unknown to Tony and Rebecca. But wouldn't that be better than getting 'knocked up' by her own son?
And why would Rose getting caught at the same time - by the same person - be 'a good thing'? But I still got stuck with the 'pissed but randy' scenario.
In the event, all that planning and conniving was a waste of effort - neither Tony or Rebecca could give a shit. They had known from an early time, (somewhere around Rose's nineteenth birthday apparently), that Rose and Dad were shagging each other; and apart from some jealousy from Tony in the early months of their knowledge (their sister Rebecca was also a bit put out, being of the opinion that she was also missing out), there was no ill-will.
(Apparently, as a result of their discovery, back then, Rebecca had 'dragged' Tony to bed, so she could even the score - while he begged and pleaded with her to not corrupt him with her sexy, naked, woman's wiles; and the orgasms that she insisted on having on his tongue {he accused her of trying to drown him}. She said his cock had never been as hard as it had on that particular afternoon - evening - and night.
Or the following morning.
And evening.
And night.
Because of all that - neither cared! Apparently, Tony and Rebecca still had some really good {'bad'} times together.)
They all knew that Dad's decision to have the vasectomy was made without consulting Mum or Rose, and that Mum and Rose were both unhappy with his action (Tony and Rebecca perceived that 'unhappiness' as being 'severely pissed-off'). As far as they were concerned, Mum's and Rose's ... um ... recent ... little ... 'indiscretions' - were generally thought to be a 'balancing of the forces of nature' (they'd at last got even with the selfish bastard!).
Gran, Grandad, neighbours, and the rest of the outside world (including Tony and Rebecca's families), were to be told that Mum had prevailed upon Dad to donate sperm for freezing, so that once he was beyond this life, Mum could still achieve their belated decision of extending the family.
Rose had 'just been unlucky' with her contraceptive pills with an 'acquaintance'.
'The Agreement' was that Mum and Rose would each sell-up, and combine their funds to buy a house for them both; to support one another in bringing up their children in a 'multi-adult' environment. The fact that I would 'happen' to be there as a 'father figure' to help support Mum with my baby sister or brother was a bonus for the family unit as a whole (for a time, at least ... since both Mum and Rose [and me, really] expected that I would find myself a 'proper wife and family' at some time).
Once they brought me up to speed on the plan, I partly sarcastically, and partly humourously asked how it would work between them. Would I spend alternate nights with each of my 'wives'; or three nights 'On', and three nights 'Off' for each? And would the seventh night be a rest-day for me, or a party-night with the three of us.
At that, I got almost identical frowns from each (must be something genetically female there), and two stiff index fingers had me nailed against a wall, and I was explained to, in concise, definitive, and very ... um ... precise... language - that I was NOT to start getting any ideas about threesomes.
When I retorted that I couldn't see why I couldn't spend time with my two best girls at the same time, I received a saliva shower from both - and Mum ended up indignant and in a huff; and Rose ended up gasping and out of breath with an aching belly from her peals of laughter. I don't know if it was personality or age, but Mum (surprising under the circumstances) seemed - somehow, less ... liberated[?]. Rose's hilarity didn't help Mum's attitude.
Anyway, 'The Agreement' was that the move should be achieved at as early a date as possible, so that we would all be in the new house, and comfortable, before they started to get 'really gravid'.
Rose was to sell her place first, as it was smaller, and move in with us. I was to move into the box room, and Rose would have my room, with her bedroom furniture.
'The Agreement' defined my first job, which would be to replace the bedroom doors with sound-proof ones, as they were sure that they didn't want to overhear the other "gettin' their ashes hauled". Rose was quite good in coming up with neat little phrases like that.
It appeared in the end, that Mum was reluctant to immediately relinquish some of her access to me. She said that she had lost my Dad for many months, and now that she had me, she wanted to make up for the deficit. Hence, I spent most of my nights with Mum, and a couple of evenings, and one night a week with Rose. So, once again Rose got the rough end of the stick, and had to swallow Mum's 'leftovers'. And swallow she did, since she wanted the access to me. She regarded it as a 'badge of honour', and waited out the joining of our households, at which time 'The Agreement' allowed her equal time with me.
So, life progressed. Rose fairly soon landed a buyer, and the sale progressed; not, however without some hiccoughs, which have no place here.
b) Yeti
During that intermediate time before Rose moved in with us, Mum and I lived as if we were on honeymoon - and took every opportunity to 'get at it'. And I have to admit here, however more corrupt it presents me, that my love for my mother grew and deepened; and strangely enough - the age difference was an integral part of that. I know that makes me seem a 'Mummy's boy'; and I freely admit that it was readily so, although I don't feel that I fulfilled the standard profile of the middle aged 'Mummy's boy'; after all, I had a 'girlfriend' with whom I engaged in carnal games; and I certainly didn't subsume my will wholly to my mother's (often much to her frustration).
Leastways, that's the way I feel at the moment, until she tells me how I should feel. (Joke!)
Having loved my mother as part of the whole family thing, and being so In-Love with Rose for all that time, my 'psychological profile' must have been skewed to be more comfortable with 'the older woman', hence the manifestation of my general dissatisfaction with the women my own age that I met at college and university; with that dissatisfaction preventing any in-depth feelings for them.
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Having taken the initiative with me, my mother was fully 'open' to my sexual advances towards her, including, as I mentioned earlier, performing oral sex on me. However, she remained reluctant to be on the receiving end of the affections that I tried to show her in that way.
That came to a head (pun?) one evening, once I actually pursued the reason(s) for her reluctance.
"So, let me get this straight, Mum. You feel embarrassed by me getting so close to you - down there?"
Shyly, "Yes."
"I'm sorry, so - why - exactly? I keep saying that I enjoy doing that with you. You don't make me feel uncomfortable, so why be embarrassed?"
"Well, you are so much younger than me."
"Yes, I am fully aware of that! I have told you enough times, that you turn me On, including your age. And all parts of you. So, I really cannot see the problem!"
"Well ... there's ... sort of ... things that ... getting older ... become ... um ... distasteful! There I've said it! Definitely distasteful!"
"What on EARTH are you talking about? There's nothing wrong with your taste!"
"No! It's ... not ... actually my taste! Oh God! I mean ... I don't ... I never even considered the ... taste ... actually! I meant ... it ... it's ... " gasp of consideration, " ... more my ... appearance!"
"Appearance?"
"Yes."
"You mean the way you look?"
