This is a sequel to
An Unconventional Relationship
, which I wrote over a year ago. I hope you like it.
Thanks and love to L. for all her love, encouragement and support. She makes it all worthwhile.
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Someone once said that all families are dysfunctional -- that they're all fucked-up in their own special way. I suppose many would say that of my family.
After having lived for nineteen years with kind, loving parents, Richard and Elaine, my world was rocked by the revelation that my father's sister, Jenny, was actually my birth mother. My feelings for Jenny had always been special. Okay... more like impure and lecherous, but I was never plagued by guilt because of that. Then, just as I was coming to terms with the news that Jenny was actually my mother rather than my aunt, I found out that she too felt the same taboo feelings for me. We both wrestled with those desires until we gave in to them and made love one time.
In the weeks following our encounter Jenny and I were both a little sheepish around one another, each trying to second-guess the other's thoughts and feelings. On top of that, we had to be careful to not betray ourselves around my parents, for fear that they would suspect that something clandestine was happening -- which it most certainly had. Then in the midst of all of this, Jenny made a proposal one July afternoon that both surprised and delighted me.
"How would you like to move in with me, Nick?"
It was a Saturday afternoon and she had been shopping at a mall for things that she still needed for her new apartment. When she posed her question about us living together I looked up from my burger and fries, speechless for a moment. Then I smiled, almost in disbelief.
"Move in... really... you mean it?" I drawled.
Jenny gave an emphatic nod, smiling back at me as her brown eyes shimmered for a moment. "Of course. I thought about it, then talked it over with Rich and Elaine," she said. "They think it would be good for us, since we're still kind of in a transitional phase." She paused a moment, then gave me a dour look. "I know I'll never really be a mother to you, Nick. I foolishly abdicated that responsibility when you were born, but I still want us to be close, and have some sort of mother-son relationship... as best we can anyway."
For a moment I feared that Jenny was going to cry and it pained me. I gave her a reassuring smile and said "But, you
are
my mother. You gave me life. Nothing or no one can ever take that away from you."
Seeming buoyed by my words, Jenny smiled, although there was still anguish in her eyes.
"Thank-you for saying that, Nick. It means the world to me," she said.
"Well, I mean it," I told her. Then, wanting to change the subject to something happier, I added
"So, you're really serious about me moving in -- Mom and Dad are too?"
"Absolutely!" she said. "But it's up to you, of course. Take all the time you need to think it over."
All the time I needed to think it over was about two seconds. "That would be great! When can I move in?" I asked, feeling my cheeks getting sore from smiling.
Jenny laughed at my eagerness. But when she noticed my eyes stray from hers, down to the front of her cardigan, the smile drained from her face. She sighed and cast a nervous glance left and right before beginning to speak in a hushed tone as she leaned closer.
"Nick, there's something that you and I have to discuss first," she began, then paused to frown. "What happened between us... you know... that was wonderful. I'll always consider it a very special memory we share, but you have to realize that we can't ever do that again -- especially if we're going to be living together."
"Why not?" I asked. "What happened was amazing, and if we're living together..."
Jenny held her hand up, silencing me. "If we're living together, Nick," she began. "It has to be a proper, chaste relationship. I want us to get to know one another all over again in a different context, and I don't want our... desire, to get the best of us."
"But why not?" I repeated, unable to hide my disappointment.
"Because I'm afraid it will ultimately tear us apart." Although her voice was soft, it was filled with resolve.
I sighed and folded my arms as I leaned back in my chair. "It won't tear us apart," I countered, trying to sound confident. "It will make us closer."
"That's not a chance I'm willing to take," Jenny said. She sounded almost frightened. "I love you, Nick. You mean the world to me, and I don't want to lose you after nineteen years of hiding the truth about who you are to me -- not because we let our libidos get the better of us. Do you understand?"
I could see tears pooling in Jenny's brown eyes as she spoke, and I felt guilty and very bad for her. I leaned forward again, resting my elbows on the table between us. "Okay... yeah," I relented.
"I understand, I guess."
Jenny reached across the table and gave my right hand a squeeze. "Thank-you, Nick," she said, her voice a bit shaky. "I know you don't really understand, and that you're disappointed, but I appreciate you respecting what I want. And, to be perfectly honest, I know how you feel. It's just that I think it's best that we focus on a chaste relationship, despite our feelings for each other."
"You mean that you... you still feel like I do?" I felt my eyes widen as my cock twitched and began to stiffen at the thought of her still wanting me.
Jenny gave me a bashful smile as her cheeks grew pink. She tightened her mouth and nodded. "But that doesn't mean we have to give in to those feelings, or let them rule us," she said.
"I guess not," I conceded. "But sometimes it's hard."
Jenny's eyes brightened again and she let out a brassy laugh. "It's hard, huh?" she retorted, darting her eyebrows upwards.
"You know what I meant," I said, then paused to smirk at her. "But, yes -- it is hard sometimes... like right now."
Once again, Jenny grew flustered, but smiled.
