Patti and Sally have just barged in and caught Paul and his mom dancing nude, with Paul copping a feel. I thought I'd be able to end this with this chapter, but... As usual, will try to acknowledge all signed comments. Anon comments given the attention they warrant. Votes of course welcome, esp. 5's. Enjoy. Jb7
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Patti stopped, frozen in space while Sally stormed forward, screaming "You fucked my daughter last night!" Patti started at her mother's rant, then turned to leave, her face pale, her mind in a turmoil, not believing what she had just seen.
Paul pushed his mother into Sally's arms and ran after Patti. Catching her at the front door, fumbling with the knob. He grabbed her from behind, his arms a round her waist. "Patti..."
"Take your hands off me!" Her voice was loud, harsh.
"Patti, come..."
"I said, take your hands off me." She was still forceful, firm.
"Not until you agree to come back and talk to me."
'Why? What is there you can say that will change what I saw?"
"Nothing that will change it, maybe something which will help explain it."
"There isn't anything which will explain it. It's just plain..."
"Plain what, unnatural, wrong, un-human? It's not just plain any of those. There is a whole specialty in psychiatry dealing with the desire of men to mate with their mothers."
That piqued her interest. "What?"
"There are therapists who specialize in helping men come to grips with their desire to sleep with their mothers. Society says we mustn't, but there isn't a man alive over the age of 13 who hasn't experienced the desire to take his father's place between his mother's thighs. So, how can it be wrong, or unnatural, or un-human?"
"You're trying to confuse me. If it's not wrong, why does Society condemn it?"
"Three basic reasons. Come, sit down, and I'll try to explain."
Patti turned from the door and let herself be led into the living room. Sally was sitting on the couch, fuming. "You son of a bitch," she hissed when he came back into the room. "You fucked my daughter, with me right up there in the kitchen..." She stood up to confront him.
"Is that what you told your mother? That I fucked you?" Patti shook her head.
"I said we had made love," Patti replied, in a soft voice. Paul bent down and kissed her lightly on the lips. She started to return the kiss, and stopped, giving him a quizzical look.
"That's what I'd call it, too," he whispered to her. He looked at Sally. "Yes, Patti and I made love in your basement last night. You knew I wanted to, and, from what Patti told me, you suggested as much to her. Why is it a problem?"
"B...b...be..." Sally stood there, her mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. "Because, because, I.. wasn't.. ready.. to share you.. with anyone but Rita. I know you suggested it, and I mentioned it to her, but I wasn't ready for it to be real. Shit, what does that make me?" She plopped back down on the couch.
"Human," Paul replied. He turned to Patti. "This is sort of an example of why society condemns what Mom and I are doing. Way back when civilization was just starting, and communities were still nomadic tribes, children were discouraged from having sex with parents to keep peace in their tents.
"Think what would have happened if a father and son were to fight over who was going to mate with the mother/wife; or if the mother preferred the more virile son.
"And if the son was having his needs met by his mother, it would have discouraged him from visiting other tribes looking for a mate, establishing ties between tribes, until he was nearly at the age where it was difficult to conceive.
"In addition, it was believed that the seed of younger stock was stronger, and, when paired with similar young stock, resulted in healthier offspring. The owners of the flocks applied that same thinking to their children, encouraging the young men to mate with young women."
Rita tapped Sally on the shoulder and led her to the kitchen. "I think we should leave them alone to work this out. Anything we try to add will only muddy the water." Sally nodded.
"Do you have anything stronger than coffee?" She asked. Rita nodded and pointed her to the cupboard.
Back in the living room, the couple had seated themselves on the couch. "You said there were three reasons," Patti reminded him.
"Property rights. A man had to be certain that all the children in his tent were his and had a right to share his estate. If sons could mate with their mothers, it would have muddied the inheritance question beyond solution."
"And you think that's all there is to it? What about all the stories about birth defects and malformed children, children with mental defects or crazies or..."
"Many of them are like urban myths, based on situations resulting from generations of in-breeding, or cases involving young girls who were abused by parents or older relatives, brothers, uncles, even grandparents.
"On one of my career exploration site visits, I had a chance to interview a woman who had been involved with her father, her mother's two brothers, both grandfathers, a younger brother and her mother. None of that was causing her any problems, even though it had gone on for eight years. She even laughed about her mother's father trying to feel her up at her wedding.
"She was having a problem accepting that her father had admitted to her he was gay, and her two siblings were half siblings, each by a different uncle with her mother. The children all looked normal and functioned in society without problems."
"But, this is all aside from the issue at hand. I don't plan to have children with my mother. The only woman I want to have children with is you. I realized that this morning, but, if you can't accept my relationship with my mother..."
"What about your relationship with my mother?"
"Like I told you yesterday, we had sex once, totally spur of the moment, maybe to be repeated. It pretty much depends on you and her."
"So, you'd continue to sleep with your mother, but not mine. Why?"
"All of this assumes that we are involved in a sexual relationship, is that right?" Patti nodded. "That means that you have accepted, if not approved of, my continuing to have sex with my mother.
"If your mother wanted to have sex with me, occasionally, regularly or sporadically, since you would be my primary partner, we would need your permission, blanket or episodic, to engage in any sexual activity."
