This is the fifth part of A Son's Curious Mind.
For context, please first read A Son's Curious Mind Pt. 01, 02, 03 and 04.
All characters in this story are over 18 years old.
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The sun was already high up in the sky when James woke up. He'd been sleeping like a prince that night. He quickly jumped out of his bed, got dressed, and then went straight downstairs.
He hoped that his mother would be feeling horny again. James knew that if his mother was horny, that would mean he'd get another chance to make love with her again. He knew he had given her great pleasure the previous day. She had not been able to hide her excitement of having her son lick her cunt, her legs spread open for him, allowing him to taste her entrance. He wanted to see her again, to give her another 'greatest orgasm of her life'. James wanted to give his mother a wonderful present: to experience the lovemaking of a son, and hopefully make her to cum again.
He found his mother in the kitchen preparing breakfast.
"Morning, mom," he said, as he kissed his mother.
"Good morning, baby," his mother replied and kissed him back. What was initiated as a simple good morning kiss soon included both tongue and exchange of saliva between the mother and her son.
"Wow," James said as they parted, "what a welcome."
"That's quite a 'good morning', isn't it, James?"
James could only agree. "It sure is. Mom, waking up like this, it almost feels like I have a wife."
His mother chuckled, "Well, I guess you almost do." She looked James in the eyes. "And I kinda feel like I have a husband in the house again."
"Really?" James felt confirmed hearing his mother say that. "How so, mom?"
"James... I know that you are my son, you are your own person. You're not your father. But..." She was quiet for a second. "But I can't help but see how similar you are to him."
James did not mind this at all, rather the opposite. "Yeah, mom, I guess that is natural. I mean, I am half him and half you."
"Right," his mother said. "And I think that's why it feels so natural to be with you. You actually are part your father, and taking on the role as the man of the house, you bring him back, quite literally."
"That's kind of amazing to think of, mom," James said, still feeling uplifted by his mother's words. "Like I am keeping up my father's legacy."
"Yes, he will always be inside you, as will I. We are your parents, and no matter what happens, we are you and you are us," his mother concorded. "And as you and I are together, experiencing each other's company, he is also part of that experience."
His mother was right, James thought. Each thing he did to his mother was honoring his father, who had been his precursor. His precursor was the male of the house, the patriarch of the family. The man of his mother.
Now the role had been given to James, and he was determined to carry it with pride and responsibility, making sure his duties were fulfilled in the relationship with his mother.
He knew he had to bring an income to the household, do his chores, and that his mother cunt had to be fucked regularly. He was not going to disappoint her in any of the aspects, he promised himself.
"I am going to give you your favorite breakfast," his mother said. "Creamed rice. I just hope that you still like it as much as you did when you were little."
"Yeah, mom, I am sure I do!" James exclaimed. "When you cook rice for me, that was always a special treat."
His mother appeared happy to hear that, a little proud over the satisfaction she had been able to give her dear son.
"So please give me your cream, mom," James joked.
"I guess it's only fair, since you gave your cream to your mother," she said with a grin.
"Mom!" James said, shocked to hear his mom make such a joke back at him. Then he saw his chance to get more information about his dad. "How much cream did dad give you, mom?"
"Well..." she began. "If by 'cream' you mean 'cumming inside me', then unfortunately not so much. Sometimes he did, obviously, but he did not want more children."
"Did you want more children, mom?"
"I don't know... I would not have minded it. And I think he was too careful about not ejaculating inside me."
"Mom, that is so sad!" James said.
"I guess that it is, but I'm not sad about it, James. Just excited to have you here with me again, to do those things to me. Having you back in my body again, and creaming inside me. You're not so worried, and know how to enjoy what it is yours to enjoy."
"You are right, mom. Your body was my home," James said as he reached his arm around his mother and held his hand onto her stomach. "Mom, you feel just like my perfect mix of a loving mother and a loving wife."
His mother smiled, "Well, I am lucky that you still like to see me that way."
"As I said last night, mom, I am very lucky to be your son," James said as he looked into her eyes. He wanted her to know that he was pleased to be her son.
"I think you are right, James. Lucky us."
James could tell that his mother liked the erotic tension between them, that she enjoyed playing with the idea of a relationship, not just as mother and son, but between man and woman.
"Your father has fucked me quite a lot over the years, and I enjoyed every time I took him into me," his mother explained. "But between you and me, the connection is deeper."
"Mom, we are family, of course it's deeper. We are connected by blood, you and me."
"Exactly, James. Just as we are so closely related, we are now also closely connected by our bodies. We are literally one flesh now, James."
James was enjoying his mother's talk, the conversation between two grown-ups, sharing a secret, sharing their love for one another. Discussing how they felt about their family and how they were about their sex life.
"Mom, I hope I can satisfy you at least as much as dad did."
"I am convinced you can, honey," she told her son. "My vagina used to be fucked all the time by your father, and now it's your turn to fuck me. My vagina is yours to fuck whenever you wish."
"I hope I am as good at it as he was, mom," James said.
"I have a good feeling about that, James. You are quite close to the same size, did you know that?"
"Really, mom?"
"Yeah. Same size, same shape, and I think that makes a lot of sense. He's been giving you the best of his genetics, you now have the best of it coming to you. It's only fair that you give me my share. After all, you are now going to the 'father' of the house. And it was us always being available to pleasure each other that kept the house in such a good mood."
"Yeah, that seems very reasonable that love and sex is the base of a loving and harmonic family. You and dad were the best."
"So James, just let me know when you are ready. I have a feeling we both need a lot of it."
James had been ready all morning, if not all night, to do his mother. But he felt the least he could do was eat the breakfast his mother had begun to prepare. Although his penis seemed to disagree: He could feel the hardon twitch and press against his pants, not being able to hide how much it wanted to go inside the cunt it once came from.
"Mmmm, it is very good, mom," James told his mother, as he took the first spoon of the breakfast he was served.