Fucking Magic: A Potion Problem
Part 4 - BJs and Offers
"This is the honeymoon I never had." Mom said as I joined her back on the couch, the upstairs one, with fresh coffee for both of us.
"You and dad had a honeymoon." I had heard stories of it for years, well years before the marriage fell apart.
"We had a hiking trip where we stayed in a tent and walked practically from dawn until dusk. I was younger back then, I thought that it was a great adventure, but this..." Motioning around us. "Well if this was a tropical local it would be perfect. Either way, this is where I want to be. Doing nothing but watching nonsense TV, reading a book, and having my handsome young husband fetch me anything I could want."
"I don't think a son could be a husband." Joking, even though I understood what she was saying, or thought I did.
"I'm too old to get married again."
"You're not old and you're certainly not too old to get married." I would have pointed out that grandma had just gotten remarried, but it was dad's mom and they had never gotten along in the best parts of the marriage, afterwards they'd had no reason to pretend.
"You always know the right thing to say." Shifting on the couch, after putting her coffee onto the table that gave it its name, to kiss my chest while staring up at me with those gray eyes. "Except it kinda sounds like you're saying you wouldn't want to be married to me?"
"I'm saying there is no state or country that would allow that."
"We could... We could just think of ourselves that way."
"Like...Roleplay?" I asked, sort of amused by the idea, besides the obvious mom/son thing it didn't seem like there was a kinky thrill to be had out of two lovers pretending to be married.
"No. Like... promises and... Love. I love you and I don't think there is another guy out there that I want to be with. Who says two people need to be in front of priests and parishioners to..."
"That sounds like a really boring version of D&D."
"I don't know what that means and... I'm being serious." Running her hand into the slit of my boxers she grabbed hold of my dick, a tight hold. "You be serious too."
"Okay! I agree, I don't think marriage has to be before clergy and..." The slight squeeze she gave me was warning enough, not that she would actually hurt me but that she was indeed not joking around. Instead of finishing my joke of Clergy and Crowds I diverted to, "Witnesses." The grip loosened. "And I love you but..." I did not say I was twenty-five because not only had mom been younger than that when she got married but me mentioning my age would make her think about hers. "But this is only our second day together. We can't talk marriage until like..."
"Fourteen dates?" She asked, not at random either, seeing my curiosity she went on. "That's usually months of being together. You have to at least talk about marriage and kids and all that around date fourteen."
"Yeah, I suppose." I almost thought that I was too young for all that sort of seriousness, that it would scare away most girls I knew even at fourteen dates and months of being together. But then I realized I was twenty-five, that wasn't eighteen. My last girlfriend had probably dumped me, that's what The Boys said at least because I hadn't bought her a ring. "Fourteen sounds about right, I mean technically you jumped onto my dick pretty early. None of my girlfriends ever let me fuck them, much less cum inside them, on the first date."
"Well you've never dated a woman like me, you've only dated young dumb sluts. I'm a mommy who knows what she wants and doesn't have time to play games." Oh yeah, she did it on purpose, had earlier and did it again now. Making sure that her nightie was pinned between the two of us so that when she shifted upwards it pulled downward. Exactly like on the couch earlier with Aunt Allison, she exposed her tiny hot titties to me. "I want soncest! I want it all the time and now that I've had it... I don't want anything else."
"Fuck." Was all I could say to that.
"Language." Tapping my lips with two fingers, before kissing them. "Am I a bad mom?"
"I don't think so." Pulling her back for another long langued kiss, feeling her nipples poking at my chest.
"I think I am."
"No, you don't."
"I am because it's quarter to eleven. I haven't made my son get out of his pajamas, much less changed out of my own." I grunted as I kissed my way down her jawline to her neck, knowing there was a point coming to all this. "And worse than that, I'm seriously thinking about giving him dessert before lunch."
"Is your pussy the dessert?" I asked into her ear.
"Oh yeah, your favorite dessert, right?" I don't think she meant it as a trap, but I sucked on the lobe of her ear before answering.
"It's in the top two."
"Ally does taste good, I really couldn't taste much difference between hers and mine." Nuzzling into me so that we were sort of looking in each other's eyes.
"You two are close but I can taste the difference."
"And of all... Of all of them you've eaten, Ally and mine are the best?" It seemed important to her, I thought about all of them, there wasn't as big of a list as she no doubt thought.
"Yeah, I haven't ever enjoyed eating any as much as I enjoy eating yours. Both yours." She kissed me for that, smiling big.
"And you won't say whose is best?" Minxier on that minx face of hers.
