The buzzer went off on my desk. I was busy and really did not want to be disturbed. I pushed the button and said “Not now. I am busy.”
“Tony, your mother is here and she is very up set. You better come down.” There was a click. It was my loading dock foreman Truman Bunker. Truman is a short fat powerful man and he has been with me for seven years. He is dark skinned but that is the only thing about him that is black. His voice is clear, sharp and very distinctive. He does not sound like the typical black man. His wife is a cute little white girl ten years his junior. She can fill out a pair of jeans so you want to look twice. So I have to give Truman his dues for being the man he is. So when he said my mother was upset I took him at his word and dashed down the stairs to the floor below.
Mother was seated at the bottom of the stairs holding her hands to her chest. Mom is a petty stable lady and does not get upset easily so I knew what ever the problem was it had to be bad. Helping her to her feet we came back up stairs arm in arm.
Once she was seated in my office I knelt down by her side took her hands in mine and asked “What has you so upset?”
“Darling Mr. Dickerson dropped dead this morning at his bank.” She said crying, sobbing, shaking and holding my hand. Mr. Dickerson has been dating Mom for nearly a year. She never said he wanted to marry her but I was sure they had talked about it. I knew they were having sex at a regular pace. I had been feeling pretty good about them getting together. So this was a shock to me as well.
I moved Mom to the large leather sofa and let her lay back and rest. I fixed her a whisky and soda. She took a long swallow and seemed to relax a little. I fixed one for my self and sat on the floor beside her. She started to tell me about how she will miss him and how they had planed to be together for a long time. “At our age there are no guaranties.” She said.
“Mom there are none at any age.” I told her and went on to say “That is why we must do as we want when we want to do it. Tomorrow may never come.” I was just making small talk trying to get her mind off Mr. D.
She rolled on her side to face me. I handed her a tissue. She wiped her eyes as I fixed her a second drink. “I guess we do only go through life once so we may as well make the best of it. But he was such a planer and he was one to make sure everything was right before he moved on an idea.” She said. Then as an after thought she said “Not like your Dad. He did so many things on the spur of the moment. Then it was up to me to make sure what ever it was got done. God he used to piss me off! But he was a good man and no one before or since has had the same wild effect on me the way he did.” I smiled thinking she was talking about sex. Mom never talked about sex.
With out thinking I said “Well you must have enjoyed Mr. D. you guys were always getting it on.”
She sat up on one elbow looking at me for answer. So I said “How do I know?” I could see it in her eyes she wanted to know how I knew about her and Mr. D. I could not help my self I was smiling from ear to ear. “How do I know?” I repeated my question. “Well last summer I stopped by one afternoon and came on in as always. If I had any idea you guys were having sex I would have knocked or not stopped by at all. But I did and when I came up stairs I heard you. I knew right away that what I was hearing were sounds of a highly excited sexual couple.”
“I know it wrong of me to listen but some how the thought of you naked having sex kind of drove me wild. So I peeked in on you. You were sitting on Mr. D. Your back was to the door and I thought you were the sexiest woman I had ever seen. Your back was straight, your hips were spread across his legs and I could see your butt shaking as you rocked on him. At that point I took my cock out and started to jerk off as I watched you.
Then you bent forward to rub your tits on his chest and I saw you fucking ass hole. Mom you have a beautiful ass hole and thought Mr. D. has been fucking my mother’s ass hole. About then my cock got so hard it started to hurt. I wanted to run in there and ram my fucking cock up your sweet asshole and fuck till I filled your ass with cum.”
Mother slapped me so hard my eyes crossed and I stopped talking. “Stop it, stop it you dirty mouthed little bastard. Now stop the filthy talk.” Mom screamed at me.
I was surprised “What” I asked.
Mom looked at me and she knew I was in some kind of trance. It was not her son talking it was a man overwhelmed with sexual excitement and my speech was uncontrollable.