We giggled like schoolgirls.
We were like a super-secret sorority, one in which you could only get membership by exclusive invitation and after passing a rigorous initiation ceremony. In our case, we were bound together by much more than secret vows and blood initiations. We were bound by a history we shared.
Each of us had slept with our own son, and each of us knew the others had done it. Yeah, you talk about a shared secret.
We agreed that in each of our cases, the end result had been gratifying. Oh, sure, the sex was good, but we were all beyond middle age and sex wasn't the be-all, end-all it might have been when we were in our 30s. Having sex with our own sons was gratifying because it deepened an already deep Mother/Son bond, and because it seemed to have made our sons better men.
Having such knowledge made us want to proselytize everyone we knew. Imagine if you had a secret cure for cancer. You'd want to share it with everyone you knew, right? So we started going through the names of friends who were having trouble with their sons, and could use the cure. Sarah and I had many mutual friends. Bonnie, living in another subdivision, shared some of our friends, while having her own circle. Needless to say, the field was ripe with potential candidates.
We had several decisions to make, before we did anything. The first decision was, "Are we really serious about this?" The best thing for each of us to do would be to forget any of this had ever happened and go on with our lives, hoping our secret remained inviolate. We talked about it, and it seemed so simple, really. Every Mother had problems with her son, at one time or another, and so every Mother could benefit from what we knew. How could we not share that? Sure, there would be risks involved, but we would only engage with women we knew well enough to trust, so we thought the risk could be mitigated. Of course, once a woman became a member of the club through the secret "initiation" rite, she'd keep our secrets because she would have her own to protect.
The real question was, "Are we going to involve our sons?" For the three of us, that decision was not so difficult. We didn't know if they had talked about it, but clearly Jim and Bill knew each had been sleeping with his own Mother. Since Bonnie and Sammy had, well, consummated the act in a tent beside us all, Sammy was in on it, too.
"But girls, let's be honest," Bonnie said. "Our sons are really the weak links."
We all laughed, but what Bonnie said was true. Sarah piped up. "That's the problem. We have a very real risk of exposure and absolute humiliation, and worse, if one of them even makes a peep about this. I trust you two, but I'm not sure I trust all our sons to keep their mouths shut."
We looked at each other, and you could see the suspicion in each of our eyes.
"Stop it," said Sarah. "We have to believe we can trust our own sons to protect us. Plus, we have to know we can control them. Isn't that what this is all about, anyway? Using the ultimate leverage to help them become better men?"
So we agreed we would bring the boys into the group, at least at the start to see if it worked out.
Because James, Sarah's husband, was going to be out of town the next weekend, we agreed to meet at Sarah's and that each Mother was responsible for ensuring her own son's attendance. It may sound simple, but that was really a first test of the effectiveness of our "cure" for what ailed our sons. Think about it. If any of us, without the extra influence we had on our son, had said, "Honey, I'd like you to go with me next weekend to a Mothers' meeting," she would have been met with derision and scorn. Now, though, all three of us fully expected our Sons would do what we asked.
There was quite a bit of awkwardness when we got together. The guys went to the den to play video games (sigh), while we women gathered in the kitchen. Finally, Bonnie said, "Let's get this show going. We know why we're here."
We called the sons in, gave them glasses of wine since we were already into it, and then went into the den. It was kind of cute how the sons naturally sat with their Moms. Could you have imagined that a month ago? Bonnie and Sam were snuggled closely together, with Bonnie giggling.
Sarah cleared her throat. "Do you guys know why we all got together?"
I looked at Bill's face, started laughing, and then it spread to Sarah and Bonnie.
"No, no! No way. That's not going to happen. Ever!," Sarah said through her laughter.
Jim blurted, "What? What are you talking about?"
Sarah gave him a stern look. "I know what every one of you was thinking, and I'm telling you, this is not going to be some kind of Mother swapping group. Just ain't going to happen."
That caused pretty uproarious laughter from everyone. They're men. Of course that's what they were thinking. I did get a little tingle, though, when I saw Jim looking right at me. Hmmm. Wonder what Jim was thinking?
"No, boys," Sarah continued. "We just thought we should clear the air and we do have something to propose to you. Not that!," she emphasized again.
I jumped in. "We all know that each one of us now shares a special relationship. It's something that has to be a forever secret, but it's something we each will cherish, all our lives. Do you agree?"
The sons nodded enthusiastically. They knew exactly what I was saying.
"Do you guys agree that you have better relationships with us, and that it's made you better men?"
Again, the nods.
"We think so, too. We have what every Mother wants - your love. Now, wouldn't it be nice if in very select cases we helped other Moms and Sons come together?"
At that, Billy snorted in his wine. OK. I'd give him that one. I did kind of open the door, I guess. Everyone looked from Bill to me, and then we all started laughing again.
"Too much information, Vic, but do you have any tips for that?" Sarah said, and we all laughed again.
