Chapter Fifteen, "I love you, Mommy!"
Then, now that I think of it, Joey was always sexually fantasizing about his mother. He was always talking about himself being incestuously intimate with his Mom.
"My Mom has a nice body. I'd love to fuck her. I wish she'd suck my cock."
"Gross, Joey," said Ralph. "That's so fucked up sexually fantasizing about your own mother."
Definitely, Joey was a Mamma's boy but, now that I know he's gay, I never thought of him as being that kind of Mamma's boy, if you know what I mean. Even though he's the most perverted one of my friends, I never thought he'd have incestuous sex with his mother. His Mom was a single mother and Joey's Dad had never been around. Much like so many of our father's living in the North End of Boston, we figured that Joey's father was in jail. Some speculate that Joey's Mom had Joey out of wedlock and was never married. We all wondered what the real story was but Joey wasn't talking.
From puberty, Joey spent years trying to see his mother naked and, as confessed to us, he caught her plenty of times. Apparently, once she discovered he was looking, she wasn't too shy about walking around their small apartment in just her panty and bra and/or a flimsy, transparent bathrobe that never fully closed all the way, so he said.
"My Mom is always walking around in her bathrobe that has a missing button by her breasts and another missing button by her pussy. I can't tell you how many times I've seen bits and pieces of her tits and pussy," said Joey with a sick look on his face.
"That's fucked up, Joey," said Ralph reprimanding him just enough, without saying too much that would discourage him from telling us more about the incestuous relationship he had or hoped to have with his mother.
"While watching TV, she sits across from me on the couch with her legs open enough for me to see her panties or her pussy," said Joey.
"As if she's the Virgin Mary, my Mom sits, as if her knees are cemented together," said Anthony. "I've never seen so much as my mother's bra strap."
Maybe Joey's mother knew he had gay tendencies and was trying to seduce him, hoping to turn him heterosexual, something we know now that's impossible to do. Still our best storyteller, whether Joey was making the whole thing up and telling us the stories that we all wanted to hear, it really didn't matter. We all relied on his stories to masturbate over later and, no doubt, to make us think that he was one of us, a heterosexual, horny man with a brain filled with incestuous thoughts.
"When she drinks wine, sometimes she falls asleep on the couch with her bathrobe opened enough for me to see her panty and bra, sometimes, even her tits and pussy," said Joey. "I had to help her up to bed several times," he said giving us the assurance that he was telling us the truth by nodding his head. "A few times, I even helped her remove her bathrobe to help her on with her nightgown."
"Fuck you, liar! You saw your mother naked," said Anthony, "while helping her on with her nightgown? No way! I don't believe you, Joey."
"Yes, I did," said Joey, "more than once. She was so drunk that I even got plenty of feels of her tits and ass. Once, I even fingered her pussy."
Even though we all knew incestuous sex was wrong, even though we'd never try to have sex with our own mothers, and even though we only believed half of what he told us, hearing Joey talk about seeing and feeling his mother's body always made us all horny. After one of Joey's storytelling sessions, we'd always masturbate over all that he said later than night, while thinking about Joey having sex with his mother, us having sex with our own mothers and/or the mothers of others, too.
Joey confessed to us multiple times, over whist games in the park, all the times he saw his Mom's tits, ass, and pussy. Being that he was always telling tall tales, we didn't believe him. We never knew what and how much to believe. Yet, wanting to believe him, he always told a good story that we were always eager to hear.
"In the summertime, on those really hot days," he said. "My Mom goes to bed naked and, every morning, while waiting for the sunrise to light up her room enough for me to see, I sneak in her room to awaken her. Rubbing her eyes first, while stretching and yawning and kicking off the rest of the sheet that covers her pussy, slowly she'd reach for the sheet to cover her nakedness but sometimes, still half asleep and/or half drunk, she didn't even bother to hide her nudity from me."
Even though we didn't believe him that his mother slept in the nude, even though we didn't believe him that he saw his mother naked, when we never saw our mothers naked, we all took the vision of his mother lying naked on top of the covers away with us to our bedrooms that night. Especially the way that he told it, stopping and pausing at the right times for us to imagine what he was seeing or imagining all that he imagined he saw, he told a good story. With our hands around our cocks later that night, we all imagined ourselves as Joey walking into his mother's room and seeing her naked or walking in our mother's room and seeing our mother's naked.
We always wondered how much was true and how much was figments of his imagination. Still, it was sexually exciting to imagine that it was all true and his stories, especially the incestuous ones with his mother, made for really hot conversation, especially, at the time, before Kathleen, when we weren't getting any sexual action ourselves. Which is why it was such a big, sexual deal for us, when Kathleen walked her dog three times a day, climbed the cemetery fence, and flashed us all her panties. Five young testosterone filled, virginal men, we were masturbation machines.
Even though Joey continued his down blouse stories of seeing women in the supermarket, Stephen retold his story of seeing his sister naked, after her shower, and Anthony still swore that he saw Maryanne naked, seeing Kathleen's panties on a regular basis was the only real time that we saw anything sexual. Oh, my God, when I think of how we were all so excited that first few times to see a flash of panty, that was so hot to see Kathleen's white or pastel panties. Now, unfortunately, after seeing and feeling every part of Kathleen's shapely, naked body, merely seeing her panty will never be the same.
Still, when we thought about the scenario of Joey seeing his mother naked, it all made sense what Joey said about his mother sleeping naked because no one had air conditioning back then, just the rich people. And, because it was so hot in our stuffy, small apartments, many of us slept naked in our underwear. With Kathleen flashing us her panties in conjunction with Joey's incestuous stories, we were all masturbating, no less than, four times a day.
"My Mom pretended to be embarrassed, but almost every day, especially on those days that the temperature climbed with the humidity, it'd play out the same way. She didn't move fast enough for me not to catch a glimpse of her naked body. She'd quickly throw a sheet over herself, while I brought her some coffee and toast and sat on the bed to talk. Then, as we talked and she moved around on the bed, the sheet would slowly slide down exposing most of her breast. She'd leave it like that acting, as if she didn't know her breasts, areolas, and nipples were exposed to me."
