Pamela's Tales - Part 4
"I don't know, Mom," Johnny replied to his mother's suggestion. They were in his basement bedroom, Pamela having just brought down a load of his clothing, folded and ready to be put away. She had brought up the conversation she had had with Bethany McAllister over coffee that afternoon, including the suggestion of a three-way.
"It's entirely up to you, Johnny," she told her son. "I don't mind sharing you with her, since you'd been with her long before you ever treated me." Pamela moved up and gave her son a light kiss on the back of his head. He was seated at his computer desk, tying his new tennis shoes. "Besides, Beth's been going through a rough period since her arrest, and she's probably in need of a little TLC right about now."
"I don't know," Johnny shook his head. "I don't really find her all that attractive anymore. I never did, really. It was just the idea of getting laid by a teacher, is all that was."
Pamela was surprised at her son's candor. She'd always assumed he had been attracted to Bethany McAllister and that was why he had slept with her in the first place. She had assumed also that Beth had provided for him an outlet for his own sexual desire for her, his own mother. Since then, she had learned through conversations with her son that it wasn't the case. He hadn't started craving her until after he'd been with his math teacher, Johnny had told her. Beth had awakened in him that Oedipus desire. For that, Pamela would have to thank Beth again.
"I'll let her know that you'd be too uncomfortable," Pamela told Johnny. "Or maybe I'll just tell her that I would be."
Johnny stood up and asked, "Would you, Mom? Would you be too uncomfortable if I asked you for a three-way?"
"I don't know. I guess it would depend." Pamela had moved to the corner sofa that doubled as Johnny's bed, now that he had moved his old one out and replaced it with the computer desk. She sat with her legs crossed, deep into the corner, enjoying a cigarette. She wore denim jeans, a plum-colored long-sleeved v-neck t-shirt, and walking shoes. Her blonde hair was pulled back into a tail. She watched Johnny come to her and kneel on the floor. His hands went to her thighs and lightly caressed her.
"What would it depend on?" His sly grin made her wary and excited.
"I guess it would depend on who you have in mind," she replied. "Also, would it be a young man or older woman?"
"Have you ever been with another woman?" he quickly asked.
She shook her head. "Never. I've really no desire to, either. I'm strictly a dick-girl, young man. I like men and all of the things they bring to the table." She leaned past her son and snuffed out the cigarette in the ash tray. He moved aside and joined her on the sofa.
"So, if I were to bring over a friend, you'd be up to getting double-teamed?" As he asked, he leaned in and gave her neck a nuzzle and kiss.
Pamela realized that her son already had a plan in mind. "And who would you be suggesting?" His right hand had come up to cup her left breast as he nuzzled her.
"Who else? Freddy, of course. He misses you, and has asked me on several occasions now to try and spend some time with you again. You were his first, you know. And wasn't he yours?"
"Other than your father and a couple of others along the way?" she laughed. She pushed her son from her neck and asked, "I thought he had finally managed to bed his own mother. Wasn't that the whole idea of what he and I had done?"
"I guess he still wants to have fun with you, too, Mom. I know I enjoy spending time with you!" Johnny leaned back in and began to kiss her chest just above the "V" of her shirt, while still massaging the breast he held. "I don't mind sharing you, if you don't mind being shared."
"As if you would have a say!" Pamela laughed, again pushing him away. "Besides, aren't I already being shared between you and your father? Don't you think you're enough for me? Or maybe I'm not enough for you? Is that it?" She gave her son a lingering look. "Or maybe you've got a thing for Ursula and see this as a sort of mom-swap thing? Is that it?"
Johnny shrugged. "I guess I wouldn't mind it, you know. I really don't have a thing for older women like Freddy does, but I guess his mom isn't all that bad." Pamela wasn't upset in the least. She knew her son wanted to expand his harem, as it were. After all, Freddy had been with her, why shouldn't Johnny get a shot at Freddy's mom if he desired?
Both stood up and Johnny pulled his mother into an embrace. Her breasts crushed into his chest and his cock began to twitch at her close contact. "You'll always be enough for me, Mom," he said, and then kissed her cheek. "Until I find a girl my age that's as fun as you are, that is!"
"I seriously doubt that would keep you from lusting after me," she replied into his ear. She also gave his crotch a firm stroke as well.
"Hey! I thought you two were going shopping!" George's voice boomed down the stairs. From the angle he had at the top of the stairs and seated in his wheel chair he would not have been able to see his wife and son in their embrace. Still, they jumped apart.
"We are, Dad," Johnny called up. "I was showing Mom how to log on to my computer, in case she needed to."
"Why? Is there something wrong with the one up here?" George backed his chair up as Johnny led Pamela up and into the laundry room, where the basement stairs led from.
"Not as far as I know," Johnny told his father.
"Given the amount of porn downloaded on it, I'm surprised it even works," Pamela sniped as she took hold of her husband's chair and guided him back into the living room. She often teased him about the many hours he put watching porn on the family computer, even though it wasn't in reality all that much, given the fact that he no longer had the ability to gain an erection after his accident. Still, he found watching quite stimulating, and could achieve an orgasm given the right stimulation.
"I wonder how much porn that boy has on his," George asked as she parked him beside his table in front of the television. It was early evening and the news was on.
"I'm sure Johnny doesn't need porn to enjoy himself," Pamela told her husband. "He's got girl-friends, you know. Friends he runs around with."
"The boy's 21 years old and still lives at home," George pointed out. "I doubt if he's got a girl-friend, since he never brings one around here."
Pamela replied, "He sneaks them in the back door when you're not looking." She gave George a kiss on the cheek, feeling his two-day stubble on her lips. "Otherwise, you'd be salivating all over them, wouldn't you?"
