"So, Mom, how're things going?"
"Pretty good."
"You and Daddy are doing okay?"
"We're fine."
"Are you, um, doing a lot of cuddling?"
"We cuddle often enough."
"Do you find him any more--ardent--than before?"
"He definitely seems rejuvenated."
"That's probably because you let him go into your butt."
"Jenny!"
"Well, it's a big turn-on for a guy. Lots of gals give their mates the stink-eye if they're faced with that prospect."
"Is that right?"
"You bet."
"I suppose I've gotten used to it."
"So you like it?"
"I didn't say that. I just find it . . . acceptable."
"Good for you. What about swallowing his come?"
"Ugh. I still don't like that."
"Well, I don't either--it tastes awful--but guys really appreciate it when you do it. It makes them feel you're devoted to them."
"Does it, now?"
"Yeah, sure. Guys are so funny: it doesn't take much to wrap them around your little finger. A little butt sex, a little come-swallowing, and their yours for life."
"I see."
"So what are we going to do this week, now that you've asked Jeremy and me to spend spring break with you?"
"Well, here's the thing . . ."
"What is it, Mom?"
"It's a little hard to explain."
"Why? Just come out and say it."
"You know what your father did last year . . . with that little piece of fluff at his office."
"Yeah, of course. But that's ancient history, right?"
"I don't know about that."
"What are you saying? Did he stray again?"
"Not that I know of. But he--looks."
"Oh, Mom, for heaven's sake: men
always
look. It's just something they do. As long as they don't
touch,
what's the big deal?"
"I agree with you there--but, well . . ."
"Mom, just say what you have to say and be done with it. I don't have all day."
"I was just wondering if you . . ."
"If I what?"
Big sigh. "If you wanted to cuddle up with Daddy."
Big silence. Then a grin. "You're telling me you want me to bed down with Daddy?"
"Yes."
"Are you serious? What on earth for?"
"Don't you see, Jenny? It's a way of keeping him from straying. If he has a taste for sweet young things, and he has you to--to--"
"To bang every so often?"
"If you must put it that way. Yes, if he can get his urges out on you, he won't go looking for other girls."
"There's some sense in that. But, Mom, it doesn't freak you out that Daddy would be sleeping with me--on your orders?"
"I'm not ordering anyone! Not you, not him. I'm just suggesting."
"Well, I'm game! I've always found Daddy mighty cute. But you really think he wants me in that way?"
"Um, yes."
"How can you be so sure?"
"He's said some things."
"About me? What has he said?"
"Well, things like, 'Man, we have a lovely daughter, don't we?' or 'She's a hot little item,' or--"
"Daddy called me a hot little item? Really?"
"Yes, really."
"Well, I'll be damned. The old goat!"
"He's not old, and he's not a goat!"
"He's kind of a goat, Mom. Wanting to fuck his own daughter!"
"Jenny, how many times have I told you--"
"Yes, Mom, I know. But I thought that word was particularly appropriate for this occasion."
"All right, maybe it was. But--"
"There's Jeremy to consider."
"Do you think he'd mind?"
"Mom, he
is
my boyfriend. I don't think he likes the thought of having some other guy stuff his cock into me. But I think he'll make an exception for Daddy."
"I'm glad of that."
"But Mom . . . I have a feeling there's some ulterior motive here."
"What can you possibly mean?"
"Here's how I see things. When I snuggle up with Daddy, that would leave you and Jeremy the opportunity to snuggle up too."
"Jenny! I never thought of such a thing!"
"Of course you did, Mom. You've been dying to have Jeremy come here again: he hasn't been in your bed for two months, and you've missed him."
"Well, maybe I have! Is there anything wrong with that?"
"I'd better not say anything."
"Anyway, there's a certain kind of symmetry in the whole situation. You and Dad in one bed, and Jeremy and I in the other."
"Who gets which bed?"
"I don't care."
"I'll be generous and let you stay in the master bedroom with Jeremy. My bed's a queen-size--plenty big enough for me and Daddy."
"So you'll do it?"
"Sure, why not?"
"Tonight?"
"The sooner the better."
"I thought you'd see it my way."
*
"Hi, Mom. Getting breakfast ready?"
"You can see that I am. There are four hungry people in this house."