"Luke... " I was being jostled. "Luke, baby, I have to go!" I forced my eyes open with a mental pry bar. My sister, Lucie, was bending over me. "I have to go home. I just wanted to say, I love you and I'll talk to you soon!" She gave me a quick kiss and turned to leave.
"Love you, too! See ya," I muttered, then she was gone. Mom threw her arm over my chest.
"Bye, honey," she grumbled, no more awake than I was. Molding her body to mine, her leg slid over my thigh before she pecked me on the cheek. "Mornin', lover."
Although I was still extremely groggy, my brain came alive with an avalanche of thoughts. Kissing my mom on her forehead, I replied, "Morning, sexy." I slid my arm behind her as she burrowed into my shoulder.
"What did I do to deserve such a sweet boy?"
"Maybe... ummm... 18 years of hard labor?" I teased.
"Well, the payoff is fantastic!" She pecked my shoulder and neck while her hand moved on my chest to play with my hair. "Baby, we need to have a very serious talk. You know that, right?"
"Yes. And, I have some questions I want you to answer for me."
We decided to get some breakfast, then have our discussion afterward. Mom threw her robe on while I slipped on a clean pair of boxers. After eating, we went to the living room, sitting on the couch to talk.
She broke the ice, "I think we have cured whatever was bothering you, honey. That girl you were having problems with should be a pushover now."
I put my hand on her thigh to stop her, "Mom, to tell the truth, I wasn't really that serious about her. I think it was more of a desire to get into her pants, than to have a real relationship."
She took my hand in hers and kissed it. "Well, the next time you try, you should be fine."
"What happened between us--- and, with Lucie--- has made me reevaluate myself, and what I want." I paused for a moment to figure out how to ask my question. "I know you and dad had a lot of problems, but what I'm wondering about is... what were your sexual problems?" When she started to answer, I held my hand up to stop her. "As far back as I can remember, I can't recall anything that even resembles a sexual relationship between you and him. After what we've just shared, it doesn't make sense to me. Would you mind talking about that?"
"Okay, sweetie, but I'm not sure if I can fully explain it myself." Her expression changed to one of sadness as she began. "Your father's idea of sex was 'it's my way or not at all'. He had no imagination, no desire to try new things, or to listen to what I wanted or needed." I saw her eyes water up a touch. She put her hand on my thigh, idly caressing my leg.
"The only reason I stayed with him was because of you kids. It was actually a relief when he had that affair, and I was able to sue for divorce because of it. That's how we got to keep the house, and he's had to foot the bills these last couple of years. That bimbo cost him big time!"
I had to ask, "What about since the divorce? Why didn't you look for someone else? I mean--- I'm sure you've met guys through work and all."
"A few, but no one really stood out. I was more about making sure you and Lucie were taken care of. Then, Lucie and I ended up becoming involved. Plus, I had my toys to play with." She giggled like a little girl, squeezing my thigh.
I raised my eyebrows to tease her back. "Toys, you say? You'll have to show them to me sometime." She giggled again with a nod and a smirk. I paused to try and figure out how to say this next thing. "What kind of things do you want to do... to try... that he didn't? I want to do them with you."
She took a deep breath, her chest heaving visibly. "Oh my-y-y, baby! You're unbelievable!" With a twinkle in her eyes, she continued, "Let me see---. He was always into just one or two positions and always in bed. I want to try every position, and do it everywhere--- well, almost everywhere!" She laughed. Then, she got very pensive and told me a deeper desire. "One thing I've always really wanted to try--- I've used things to do it, but never with a man--- is anal sex."
"I'll try it with you, mom. I want to try everything with you... and with Lucie, if she wants. Maybe I can be your--- what do they call it--- 'boy-toy'?"
"But Luke, you should be out chasing all the sexy ladies, not getting tied down with your mom!" she complained.
"I won't close my eyes, mom. If I meet someone, we'll talk about it. Until I do, I want to please you. May I?"
Her smile couldn't get any brighter. "Yes, honey. Nothing would make me happier!" We kissed deeply, then agreed to wait until tonight to begin our exploration. I had a good day's work to finish my cleanup, and she wanted to spring clean, as well.
After dinner, she took some time to shower and 'prepare' herself for our adventure. When I asked her what was involved in the 'preparation', she said she preferred an enema to make sure she was clean, because she didn't want to use a condom. I had so much to learn that it was ridiculous. All I'd ever really thought about was 'sticking it in, moving it around, and pulling it out before I came'. With mom, it was a whole new, ball game.
It seemed to be such a big deal for her that I wanted to help make it as memorable as possible. I asked her if there was something we could do... a place... a mood, or anything that came to mind for her. She thought quietly for a moment before I saw the light bulb go off. "Let's do it in the living room. I have a bunch of candles I can use to set a romantic mood."
