As I drove to the Village Inn I asked, "Would baby's cocksucker care to tell him just how things fell that enabled him to become a happy motherfucker?"
"When I caught you jacking off with my panties while sniffing the crotch of another pair I was horrified that you had become some kind of a freak. When you tossed my affair with Albert at me I thought "Oh my God! He'll tell his dad" as I ran from the room. It wasn't until I calmed down that I realized you would say anything to your father if I didn't.
It took me a while to realize that it must have been me that you were fantasizing about as you jacked off and the idea of you thinking of me while you beat off turned me on. I started thinking of you thinking of me and for some reason that I do not understand I started leaving my dirty panties on your pillow for you to use. The more cum soaked ones I picked up off the floor the more I wondered what it would be like to fuck my baby. I finally worked myself up enough to go for it."
"You were taking a hell of a chance."
"No I wasn't. I knew incest didn't bother you so I felt safe in doing it."
"Why did you think incest wouldn't bother me?"
"Tom told me."
"Tom? Tom told you that I didn't mind incest?"
"He told me that you knew about him and Mary and it didn't bother you at all."
"How in God's name did you and Tom end up talking about that?"
"He told me one day after we got done fucking."
"You and Tom?" You and my best friend?"
"I didn't fuck your best friend. I fucked Mary's son just like I fucked her husband."
I just stared out the window as I drove and everything rattled around in my head and then all of a sudden I started laughing. I was laughing so hard that I had to pull over and stop.
"What's wrong? Why did you stop? Why are you laughing?"
I finally got myself under control and said, "I'm laughing at the absurdity of it all. Mary told me the reason she had Tom recruit me was so she could throw it in your face that she corrupted your son because of you fucking her husband and all the time your were fucking her son. That's just too fucking funny."
"Yes, I guess it is."
"Do I get an explanation?"
"Of what?"
"When you told me that you were fucking Mary's son and not my best friend you made it sound like there was a purpose behind it."
"There was."
"Come on; give."
"It goes all the way back to college. Mary and I were pretty much best friends from the eighth grade on. I told you about pulling trains in college? Well Mary was lying on the mattress next to me. In our junior year I met a guy and we fell into a relationship and I thought he just might be the guy I'd spend my life with.
"When my grandmother died I had to go back to Chicago for the funeral. I came back a day earlier than expected and found Mary and Ellis fucking. Mary claimed he had gotten her drunk and then had taken advantage of her and since she was my best friend and I could trust her I believed her. I mean surely she wouldn't screw over her best friend right? I kicked Ellis out of my life and Mary and I stayed friends.
"I met your dad, fell in love and we got married. Six months later Mary and Albert got married. Everything was fine until I found out that your father was fucking his secretary. I loved him and I wasn't going to lose him over a piece of recreational pussy, but I did promise myself that when the occasion presented itself I was going to get even.
"One evening when Mary and I were out for drinks she got a little blotto on me. It just so happened that Ellis was at the bar with a woman who we both knew wasn't his wife. Mary was so out of it she didn't know what she was saying when she said:
"I knew that asshole was no good. I don't know why I ever seduced him."
"You bitch! I thought. I believed you when you said he got you drunk." A week later your father was out of town and I was out having dinner and Albert came in, saw me and asked if he could join me. We had a few drinks and he made some suggestive remarks and I decided to get some payback on your father and Mary. I let Albert think he was seducing me and then I carried on a six month affair with him. He really was a piece of shit, but I didn't care. I was getting back at Mary for what she'd done with Ellis and getting even with your father for doing his secretary.
"I never knew that Mary knew until you threw it at me. I knew from Tom that Mary was fucking you so I knew that the information had to have come from her."
"Okay; that's why Albert, but how did Tom come into the picture?"
"He was in the habit of just walking into the house when he came over to see you and one day after I took a shower I walked naked down to the kitchen. Tom came in and saw me and I saw his pants tent up. I'd just recently found out that your father was fucking Marge and I was already planning on getting even so when I saw Tom's hard on I said to myself "Why not. Two birds with one stone. One more getting even with Mary for Ellis and getting back at your dad for Marge." I walked over to him, rubbed his bulge and said:
"Is that for me?"
"That started it and it lasted right up until he left for West Point."
"I never knew he was such a stud. You, his mom and Gail and all at the same time."
"Oh listen to Mr. Super Stud here. Mary, Gail, Natasha and Pauline or any combination of three of them at the same time."
I pulled away from the curb and headed for the restaurant.
"What are you thinking" she asked.
"Good thoughts or bad thoughts depending on your point of view."
"Explain please."
"How to get you and Mary together again on a mattress pulling trains. I already know that when Tom comes home I'm going to get him to help me double team you."
"And if I don't want to do those things?"
"You have no say in the matter. You are my slut now and I decide what you will do. Right now you need to get over here and suck my cock until we get to the restaurant."
She sat there and looked at me with an unreadable expression on her face and then she moved over to me, unzipped me and did what I told her to do.
Over our French toast and bacon I said, "I'm thinking of getting an apartment. It might make things easier for us."
"It won't. It will be one more thing that can go wrong. People will start to wonder why your mother is always visiting you. An occasional visit sure, but not days and days of them. You and I being at home raises no eyebrows because you are living at home. Better you should stay at home."
"If I have an apartment I can see you more. If I stay at home I'll only see you when dad goes out of town or on a Saturday morning when he goes into work."