The accounting of a son and his mother.
"Mom, some of the guys are going to that new bar in town tonight. I thought I'd go along and see how the wings are." Eddie said, not sounding like he was asking permission, even though he was.
His mother put the magazine she was reading down on her lap. She was sitting on the couch, legs propped up on the foot stool. She paused, not looking at him until she spoke.
"I have a better idea. How about a foot rub. You can start down at my toes, and work your way up."
As she spoke, she first wiggled her toes, then then bent her knees, and spread her legs slightly. The meaning was obvious. Eddie paused, looking for the right words, then spoke.
"We could do that after I got back." he suggested.
"Do I need to remind you that when we started this unusual relationship, one that was your idea, we agreed to certain things. I had no interest in being your servant or sex slave, at your beck and call. We agreed that I would decide when we were intimate. I would be in control of my own body. Are we on the same page?"
He knew exactly what she was talking about. It just seemed like she had turned things around, and she had become in charge of his body. He really didn't have any reason to complain. He had been enjoying the best sex of his life these last six months. Better than he had with his ex wife, or all of the girls he had dated at university. He still hadn't had intercourse with his mother, but he was hopeful that would change, eventually.
It seemed any time he expressed independence, she would remind him that the two of them were linked together, by more than blood. He knew he had to reassure her that he respected her, as a woman as well as his mother.
His long pause caused her concern, so she wanted to make sure he understood the seriousness of the matter.
"If you want to end this part of our relationship that is fine with me. You can move your things out of my bedroom right now. You will be welcome to stay in the house, in your own room. No touchy-feely business. No afternoon hand jobs. My pussy will be off limits, to your hands, your mouth, your eyes, everything. No more mommy pussy for Edward. No more feeling my breasts just because you want to. You'll have to find some other nipples to suck on. Do you understand?"
"I understand, you know I don't want that."
There was almost panic in his voice. He knew she wasn't serious, but just the thought of ending their affair, arrangement, intimacy, whatever it was, all of a sudden, would be more than he could handle. Here he was, a grown man, acting like a teenager being scolded by his mother.
"I am very sorry. I can go out with the guys some other time. I want to stay in with you this evening."
Glenn was remorseful, and it was obvious from his voice.
"You just need to face the facts and see how it is, and enjoy the good life you have. I like the feel of your cock. I like it when you come up behind me, and put your arms around me and start feeling my breasts, and tell me how happy I make you. It makes me want to feel your cock, and suck it. I want you to know that you have the best mother a son could ever wish for. I think you like pleasing me just as much as I enjoy pleasing you. You really do enjoy watching me walking around the house nude, or in just a T-shirt, with my furry patch peeking out."
"You enjoy being on your knees, between my legs, washing my pussy with your mouth and tongue. You like it when I take your hands and move them up onto my breasts. You know how much I like it when you play with them while your mouth is doing things no cock or fingers could ever do."
"I never realized how much you loved me, until that first time you spread my legs to put your face right up against my pussy. I closed my legs to resist, but as soon as your tongue split the outer lips of my pussy, and your lips kissed them, with so much love and tenderness, I knew your motives were pure."
"I knew you did not just want sex from me. I wasn't just someone who was convenient, I really was special to you."
"And so I opened my legs for you, I spread them, just for you. Made myself available, to satisfy your sexual needs."
"I believe you felt that same love the first time I took your cock into my mouth. I know I was a little drunk at the time, I probably would not have even tried such a thing otherwise. Still, once I started, I never regretted it."
"I wanted you to know, despite our differences years ago, I cared about you, and your feelings, and your needs. All of your needs. The needs of a man. I was more than willing to provide them."
His mom smiled. She knew he understood. She unbuttoned the top two buttons of her blouse, exposing her cleavage. Not like a tramp. She did enjoy playing the part of a loose woman from time to time, but not right now. She just wanted to be flirty. Ed liked it when she was flirty. It always started out innocent. Sometimes it stayed that way, and sometimes she started acting real sexy, and talking dirty, using bedroom language in the living room. Exposing her pussy to him. Flirty was good, no matter how it ended.
This looked like it was headed towards make-up sex. Make-up sex with his mother was better than make-up sex had been with his ex wife. He never would have thought six months ago, when he considered moving in with his mother, that a mother with benefits, meant more than kitchen or laundry benefits.
Neither one of them imagined they would be so compatible in the bedroom. It just sort of happened. It didn't take long. He had moved into her bedroom within a week.
Ed remembered fondly how it all happened.
-----
Dorothy was nearly sixty. Her husband of nearly forty years had passed two years earlier. He had a large life insurance policy that should tide her over until she could get Social Security. They had bought a farm house and five acres out in the country. She decided to stay there. It was a lot of work keeping It up, but she was a hard worker and felt she could manage herself. Lately things had been getting ahead of her.
Eddie, their only child, lived several hours away. He and Dorothy had their rough spots when he was going through his rebellious teenage years. When he went away to university the break in their relationship helped smooth things over between them. After graduation he married a nice young girl he had been dating. It seemed like a good match, but after a few years they went through a divorce. That was just before his father had passed.
The divorce wasn't Eddie's idea. He took it hard. He was very reluctant to start any serious dating relationship.
Dorothy was in a similar situation, losing her childhood sweetheart to a sudden illness. She was not ready to start dating.
The company Eddie worked for made some changes. His job had been eliminated, but they gave him the opportunity to be a contractor for them. He could work from home on his computer. The pay was good, he could set his own hours. It allowed him more freedom.
When his father passed he stayed with his mother a few days to help with things. They got along surprisingly well. He could see that there were a lot of projects around the house. His mother told him she could manage.
Now, with the change in his job, he called his mom to offer his services. He could find a place near her, and be close by to help out. She objected at first, not understanding it did not interfere with his job. Once she realized he wasn't doing it out of a sense of obligation, and that his job would not be at risk, she started to considered it. They had several more phone calls to discuss things.
They decided that the best plan was for him to move into her spare bedroom. He could take his time finding a suitable place, and who knows, it could work out with him living with her. She had felt lonely lately. She had some women friends she met with occasionally, but it sometimes went weeks or months between visits.
So the day came when Eddie arrived with his suitcases and worldly possessions. His first day moving in was busy. The spare room was used by Dorothy's widowed women friends when they visited overnight. They moved out some of the lace and girly things. He squeezed his things into the dresser and closet, after cleaning behind and under all of the furniture. It was actually fall, but Dorothy had missed spring cleaning that year, so this was as good of a time as any to get caught up.
Before they knew it It was late evening. They hardly had any time at all to visit, but they were both tired. They would have a lot of time in the days ahead, so they each retired to their own bedrooms.
