MAN: "Really...?"
WOMAN: "Really, really. She was like, like... Rain Man with an over active libido. Let me tell you a little more about the adventures of Constance the Whore. Because that first school -- like all of her schools -- was a an ungodly expensive private one, all her father had to do was open his check book and poof! The incident never happened. Daddy ships her off to the West Coast to a different school after reading her the riot act, telling her she better shape-up... make friends, join clubs, you know... 'be normal' [
snickers
] Yeah; like he would know what that was, the sick bastard.
"[
Pause
]... I mean, you do know he did it to her... didn't you? He made her like that. After he put her mother in the looney bin...?"
MAN: "What are you talking about?"
WOMAN: "Oh, yeah. I mean after Mommy was out of the picture, Constance, had to step up and be the 'Lady of the Manor'... had to take over all of Mommy's duties... and I do mean all of them...
MAN: "Wait a minute... are you saying..."
WOMAN: "You know exactly what I'm saying, you little shit! Oh, and don't tell me, Mr. Know-it-all, that you didn't suspect something like that. You've always known she wasn't quite right...
MAN: "[
Chuckle, then, sarcastic
] Oh, really? Ya think? I hadn't really noticed."
WOMAN: "Fuck you, smart ass. Okay, so how do you think she got that way? Improper potty training? Please!"
MAN: "You know, before he died, Dad sat me down and told all the family secrets -- everything -- even stuff that probably no father should tell his kid... and, yeah; that included the run down on Mother's... appetites... but he never mentioned anything like that about her father... or that shit about high school -- which, by the way, sounds more like your speed -- so forgive me for thinking you're making this all up."
WOMAN: "[
Pause, voice lowered
] Maybe he didn't tell you because Constance never told him..."
MAN: "Come on..."
WOMAN: "Think about it... I mean, really think about it for a minute; maybe she was afraid that kind of shit would be just too much for him to deal with. Maybe she was afraid he would figure out just how broken and damaged she really was and would go running for the hills. Maybe she saw him as the only decent thing in her life and didn't want to lose him... no matter what it would end up costing the poor bastard. So yeah, maybe she didn't tell her husband how her daddy used her and that she was Queen of the Boys Room Blow Job!... Ya think?"
MAN: "[
Pause
] Okay. Yeah, sure. Maybe..."
WOMAN: "Damn straight! Should I even bother to tell you about her freshman year in college, where she was caught in the men's locker room getting spit-roasted by half of the soccer team? Or how her lesbian roommate made young Constance her pet... and by pet, I mean 'pet' -- you know; spiked collars, leashes, butt plugs with tails attached, oh and plenty of strap-on sex. Oh yeah, that's your Ice Queen for you -- real class act."
MAN: "Okay -- whatever. Where are you going with this?"
WOMAN: "Don't you see? Once a whore always a whore. Your dad kept her stable with a maintenance dose of perversion, discretely delivered in the privacy of their bedroom.
MAN: "Why are you telling me all this?"
WOMAN: "Because now he's gone and she's looking for another connection... she's got her eye on a new dealer... and honey, it's you."
MAN: [
Silence
]
WOMAN: "You know it's true, don't you! She can't help herself -- Christ, I bet most of the time she probably doesn't even know she's doing it. Tell me; does she come down to breakfast some mornings in nothing but a bathrobe, maybe one of those short, translucent, swishy kimono things? Bending over a lot so you can catch a good look at her bottom... and the bottom of her bottom, mmm? Yeah, then leaning over a lot and flashing her wrinkled cleavage for you?"
MAN: "It's not wrinkled..."
WOMAN: "...I knew it! Oh, oh, and I'll bet she bought a new bikini for that pool out back of the house. What kind of suit did she wear when hubby was around? Nice, conservative one-piece? Now what's she sporting -- some thong number with postage stamps up top, barely covering her nipples? Yeah, baby, she's got you in her sights!
"Makes sense if you know her history. She had to fill in for her mommy, now you're 'Lord of the Manor' and there's a part of her that's looking for you to fill in for your dad. You know; like father, like daughter."
MAN: "You know, I think I've pegged out on my weird-o-meter... hit my crazy quota for the day, soooo... I'm just going to hang up now..."
WOMAN: "No you're not, lover, because I'm just hitting the sweet spot, ain't I? The juicy bit. The chewy center.
"So here's the thing; your MILFy mom may want to be your Mrs. Robinson... problem is... she can't close the deal; she's too fucked up. God knows she knows how to... and deep down, she still wants to... it's just... she can't. You know that old saying, 'You wear a mask long enough, it becomes your face'? Well, that's your poor old mom; a raging whore, neutered by years of respectability.
"Not me. All those nasty things she's got you wanting to do, I can do for you, baby. You don't need her... her and her fake morals and pretend piety. You don't need all her baggage and head-trips.
MAN: "Head trips, huh? Seriously?"
WOMAN: "I know you want her, baby -- you always have. I understand and its okay. But she's just a dick-tease, baby. She's like porn; she's not real. Me, I'm the real deal. You want her -- then take me.
"You know me, lover; simple and sweet as cheery pie, wild as Friday night. I'll do any nasty thing your perverted little mind can think of... everything she can't bring herself to do anymore."
MAN: "Simple. Right."
WOMAN: "I'm telling you, she's like an old toothless dog; she sees the meat, starts to drool, but as much as she wants to, as hard as she tries, she just can't chew it. It's pathetic, really."
MAN: "But you can..."
WOMAN: "Your damn right I can. You want to play the 'mommy game'? I can do that. I can do it even better than her. Hell, you won't be able to tell the two of us apart.
MAN: "Trust me; I'm already there..."
WOMAN: "Yeah...YEAH! You can pretend I'm Constance and you can use me like a whore. Yeah. I'll get dressed up in her expensive, conservative, and boring clothes and I'll greet you at the door with that same plastic grin she always wears. Then you grab me and throw me up against the wall and tear open my blouse and I'll look all shocked and gasp, 'My god, Son, what are you doing! I'm your mother!'
"And you'll say something like, 'Shut up, bitch; tonight you're just my whore!' Then you'll kiss me -- hard and rough, raping my mouth with your tongue... as you pull my tit free, squeezing it painfully... pinching my nipple until I scream into your mouth.
"Next you bend me over the sofa, pull my skirt up to my waist, exposing my panty covered ass. Of course I'm wearing a garterbelt and stockings, like a proper slut. You like that naughty lingerie, don't you, stud?"
MAN: "[
Laughing
] Yeah... yeah, I do..."
WOMAN: "Yeah, you do... I remember. Meanwhile, I'll be squirming and struggling... as if I wasn't exactly where I wanted to be... saying stuff like, 'What's wrong with you? You can't do this -- I'm your mother!'
"Well, you just rip those panties off me and start spanking my big fat ass... hard. And I'm crying and begging you to stop... as if I'm not getting off on it. But you notice that every time you stop, I start wiggling my butt -- like I'm daring you to continue.
"Finally you do stop, and my rump is glowing like a cigar tip, and I'm just weeping like a willow, mumbling, 'Please, Son, stop, please stop..." You just ignore me and reach between my legs... which for some reason, I've spread pretty wide... and cup my bald pussy with your hand.
"Yeah; hairless and smooth as a baby's bottom, like a good little slut. I know what boys like.
"I'm moaning, saying, 'This is wrong, this is so wrong, Son,' but you notice I don't make a move to get up or get away. You shove two fingers in me, and I shout, 'Oh, god, Son, don't!' but of course, I'm so wet I'm dripping all over the place. You give me a brutal finger fucking, forcing me to cum even as I scream, 'I'm your mother -- this is a sin! A sin!'
"Then you take all that girl-juice I've just squirted out, spread my cheeks and start rubbing it around my bunghole while I say something stupid like, 'What are you doing? Not there! Oh god, Son, not there! That's sick!' You just slap my ass hard and growl, 'Shut the fuck up, cunt!'
I just whimper and sob while you finger-fuck my ass with one, then two and finally three fingers. I'm blubbering, but still afraid to talk... afraid you'll hit me... afraid you'll stop. You put the head of your cock up against my stretched-out backdoor, and I blurt out, "Please! Please don't do this, not to your own mother! Don't... don't... defile me like this... your own mother...'
