Moms & Sons
A story about incest, but these two sons are older, 22, looking back at how it all began. They learned about a woman's needs early in life, and will serve them well in the future.
Chapter 1
Bob had just received this month's issue of Muscle Power magazine. It was partially shredded as if the mailman had a fight with his wife and didn't have any patience left. Patience to insert the magazine properly into the mail slot. That seemed to be the story of Bob's life. Partially shredded.
As much as he wanted to be a good human being, and go to church and offer money to the homeless guy sitting in front of the supermarket --whether the old dude wanted it or not -- Bob didn't want to find himself at the Pearly Gates and have to give Saint Peter some bullshit story about why he fucked up. He tried hard. But his mother told him not to worry, she'd take care of everything for him. When he was a kid, she fought his battles for him. Eventually he reached the age when he could knock bullies on their asses, without his mother.
Bob's mother was the reason Bob's therapist, the most expensive female in town, bought a new car. It was a foreign car, not a Japanese car, but a European car with hand crafted leather seats. Each bolt was lovingly plugged into metal with care. It took 5 months for the car to reach the buyer. Truly an expensive car. The trim inspector's name was embedded on the dashboard. 'Otto'. Bob spent a lot of money on therapy, trying to make his mother happy.
Bob's mother was named Tina. Kind of a sweet sounding name. Although she had a lovely figure, she had funny ideas about motherhood. She watched Bob like a hawk, and felt real love should concern bowel movements and asked him if he took a shit every day, and if he didn't, she fed him laxatives. It accounted for his problems later in life, forcing himself to evacuate even if his colon rebelled.
When he went out on a date, he'd usually take a girl to dinner so he could be close to a men's room. When the girl wanted to walk on the beach and watch the sunset --it being so romantic-- Bob told her that was for saps. A real man stayed close to a toilet.
Women have needs. If Tina told him once, she told him a thousand times. She was unpredictable, he found out. Like most women. They'd be having a nice home cooked meal and suddenly she'd lay into him about how she worked her fingers to the bone, and why didn't he appreciate her, and not to answer her back when she told him to do something totally stupid. Like wipe the cat's behind.
Maybe it was because she was unhappily married, and he could blame it on his father. Dad never said much, he'd just shake his head. That meant trouble. They fought over money all the time. He didn't make enough to pay for groceries, she told him. That's what the fights were about. Bob figured if Dad was aware of Mom's needs the groceries wouldn't mean all that much. Bob was preoccupied with Mom's needs. What did she mean by needs?
When he asked his mother why she was upset, she told him he would not understand. Other times when she was quiet, he asked her what the matter was. She said 'nothing'. When she asked him to fetch the Bible over there on the night stand, he asked her why she wanted the Bible and she said for 'comfort'. And why does she need comfort, she told him to shut up. When he was older he'd understand.
Bob was a smart kid. Except he is 22 years old now, and he is not a kid. His mother called him 'junior' after his old man. She always called him junior as long as he could remember. Bob had lofty aspirations for his life. Getting laid was the first. He was still a virgin and he knew that as long as he stayed home, living rent free, he would always be a virgin. That was the cost of living at home. His mother watched his every move.
Why his being a virgin was so important to his mother, he couldn't understand. She obviously wasn't a virgin, so what was the big deal. He was afraid to invite a girl home to dinner. His mom was a good cook. But it was like getting a security clearance: his mom did everything except fingerprint his date. She asked his date about her grandparents, and what part of Italy or Mexico were they from. Why didn't she eat more? She looked sick. His mother thought all women should be heavy, well built, not fashion models.
Bob always wanted to be buffed, to look like Arnold and have big arms. He felt big arms were more important than having a big dick. Lucky for him, he did have a huge dick, and the girls he dated told him he had a huge dick, and wanted to play with it. None of the girls ever gave a shit about his arms.
He had trouble buying clothes. He looked really dumb with big arms, wide lats, and he still had his mother hovering over him all the time. She listened at the bathroom door when he pissed. She asked him not to flush when he took a shit. She wanted to check his stools. He felt like a lab specimen.
He had wanted to join the Navy and had to ask his mother first. Hell, the recruiter was ready to have him sign. His mother said no. There was no telling what diseases he'd pick up in the Navy. They say a sailor has a girl in every port, right? But his mother said they all had V-D or some other affliction. No son of hers would ever join the Navy.
It was one sunny Sunday after church, that the mystery was revealed to him. The Secret of Life. Considering the time he spent in church, as far back as he could remember, Jesus never spoke about a woman's needs. Considering the length of The Sermon On the Mount, Jesus could have slipped in something about a woman's needs.
Bob wanted to be a salesman, and sell system software to corporations. Something about cloud computing. There was money in sales. He took a Dale Carnegie course and learned about filling needs. Needs? That rang a bell. Except he was taught, not to be concerned with needs. Be a want creator!
A good salesman makes people want to buy! Not because they need to buy! Be a want creator. He knew his mother had needs. What the fuck did she want now? He asked his mother, naively, because she had an answer for everything; what does she want most in life? She had been drinking when he asked her that. To which she replied, "I want to be fucked so hard my teeth rattle ..."
This proclamation, besides scaring the hell out of Bob, led junior to be more assertive about his mother. She certainly wasn't Penelope Prude! Her needs were out there for him to see. It was the open door, as the preacher used to say about his choices. Go through the open door!
He was stunned. She had her blouse unbuttoned and she was fingering her left tit. The nipple looked red and swollen, angry. He had never seen his mother's breast exposed. She was breathing heavy. And she was mumbling something and it wasn't the Lord's prayer. She said 'want', not need. There it was!
Chapter 2
There comes a time in a man's life when his mother stops calling him 'junior'. It was the morning after, when she'd shown him her nipple, that she took him aside.
"Do you want the Bible, Mom?"
Tina giggled. "Thank you, not right now, Bob." She paused. "you've been fascinated with your mother's bum ever since you were a kid, right?"
Bob flushed and mumbled something incoherent.
"Bob, I have something to tell you. It's about me and my needs ..."
He looked away.
"You can check out my ass openly. Bob, you're a man now. I'm going to teach you about a woman's ass. My ass."
He made eye contact with her, showing her she had his full attention.
"You can take a girl to dinner, and whisper sweet nothings in her ear, but if you don't worship her ass, you're pissing in the wind!" Where did his mother learn to talk like a sailor?
"Yeah ..."
"A woman is vain about her ass. She'll ask you if it's too big. If you like how she looks back there. It's one of the wonders of a woman's world. Her ass!"
There was no argument about this issue. He did love his mother's big round bottom.
