In the first chapter, I joined the army, partly in order to be far away from my mother, Luna, whom I was in love with. I was stationed far away. Four years into my service, I got a message my father died due to a stroke. I returned home. Mom, her BFF, Agnes, and I spent much of our free time together. One day, Agnes asked me to fix something in her house. I ogled her body through her loose robe, and she caught me doing it. It turned out the 2 of us had the same naughty idea on our minds, and we began having an intimate relationship without my mother's knowledge. A few months later, Agnes felt I was thinking about somebody else during our encounters. She inquired me, and I confessed it was about Mom. She told me she wished to help us find each other, even if it meant the termination of OUR sexcapades.
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As Mom was returning to her prior life, I began looking for a new job. In my last year in the army, I earned about $65,000 and was able to save much of it, so I wasn't in a hurry. I had several options, including joining a reputable security company, or being a bodyguard for a known celebrity. The job offer I considered most seriously was a new startup, which combined online security service and creating military-intended software for offensive and defensive purposes. After presenting their innovations to the army brass, the 2 founders of the company secured initial funding of $10,000,000 with a promise of significantly higher amount if their program was chosen to be implemented.
I thought about it and sought advice from 2 people who served with me in the army. In the meantime, I remained mostly at home. My intimate relationship with Agnes was going well, though my heart ached each time I thought how much I wished to have similar intimate relations with Mom.
One morning, when I arrived at Agnes's house, her smile was more radiant than usual. She said, "Jerry dear, the other day, when you were out, your mother and I sat down and started talking about your father. Luna became very emotional, and we decided to drown our sorrow in wine. We ended up emptying the bottle, and I heard your Mom talk about things she never divulged before. At one point, I asked her how she coped with not having her physical needs fulfilled. She cried, 'Like you, I use a vibrating friend.' I inquired, 'And what do you think about while it works?' Her answer surprised me, 'It's always the same theme. One time during our honeymoon, my husband saw me cutting vegetables in the sink. He sneaked behind me, cupped my tits, and whispered menacingly in my ear, 'Lady, I am the man of the house, and I own you. You better submit without resistance, or I sell you like a sheep to the next passerby.' His rough demeanor with his cock so hard and poking my ass, I just fell on my knees, and submitted to his demands. This was the most erotic incident I could recall. And now, this event still energizes me to reach a powerful orgasm."
Agnes stared at my eyes, "Honey, I saw your mother looking at you. She no longer sees you as her boy, but as an adult. And now, YOU are the man of the house. If I were in your shoes, and MY feelings toward Luna were similar to yours, I'd be proactive..."
"Agnes, I appreciate your dedication to match me with Mom, but there is a big difference between addressing me as an adult and agreeing to have me in her bed."
She sighed, "I love you, but like most men, you have no clue about women's signals. Who do you think she better dresses for lately? Each time you show up, her eyes glisten. And once, if you recall, I arrived at your house early. You went like a zombie to the bathroom wearing shorts and having a huge woodie. She couldn't take her eyes from your tent and licked her lips. Then, she realized I noticed her reaction, and her face turned ruby-red. Jerry, she won't admit it, perhaps even to herself, but she is definitely attracted to you. However, unless YOU make the first move, she'll never act on it."
"Agnes, you are cute, but crazy!"
"Whatever. Please promise me at least to think about it."
"OK, I will. In the meantime, your body is still mine, so, show me!"
Agnes chuckled, "Yes, Master. As you wish, Master. What would you want me to do for you this time, Master?"
"Since you are a hungry bitch, I want to fuck you doggy-style. But then I wish to cum in your tight ass. If you are as good as can be, we'll shower together, and I'll massage your gorgeous body with oily-soap until you beg me to invade your cunt again."
Agnes grinned, "My only regret: Why haven't we started our fun times earlier..."
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After returning home, my brain reminded me of the talk I had with Agnes. Her suggestion was so outrageous, yet... tempting. As part of 'thinking about it,' I decided to check out something. In the mornings, Mom was usually in the kitchen, sipping her coffee. The following morning, I jacked off somewhat, making sure my half mast pecker was pushing nicely the front of my shorts, wore no shirt, and strolled leisurely toward Mom. I kissed her cheek and said, "I'll freshen up and be back soon." Mom's eyes were concentrated on my tent, and she mumbled, "OK hooney. I'll make yoour breeakfast." Agnes was at least partially right: My mother WAS fascinated by my body...
After eating the meal, I hugged her and muttered, "Mommy, I love you so much..."
She grinned and whispered, "It's only half of what I feel about you."
Her words had a powerful effect on me and... I lost my mind and chose to go for broke.
I waited for her to face the sink and work on the dirty dishes, and I moved quietly behind her. With trembling hands, I cupped her covered tits and announced, "Lady, I am the man of the house now, and I own you. You better submit without resistance, or I sell you to the next passerby."
She shivered, "Jerry, honey, what happened to you?"
I continued gently kneading her breasts and blurted, "I love you and wish to have ALL OF YOU. Now that Dad is no longer here, I am the new owner, and I claim you as mine."
Her shaking continued, "Darling, I love you dearly, but that's incest. God will punish us for the rest of our lives..."
My hands gradually trailed her front, "I never understood god's logic: Look at how many innocent children died in the holocaust, babied suffer from inoperable cancers, dictators torture good people. I am not religious, but even if I were, to my knowledge, not once the bible mentions that mother and son should not have intimate relationship."
She desperately whispered, "Please, honey, you know it's a sin."
"Deep down, I know you feel like me, but afraid to act on it. I hate to give up, but I love you too much to force you to do something you do not feel comfortable doing. I'll leave you now. I'll never do or mention it again, but, please, think about it. If you change your mind, I'll still be around until I start working. And then, if you choose to deny us, I'll move to live in my own place."
She began crying, "Darling, you are not fair, it's extorsion..."
"It's not my intention. But continue seeing the love of my life without the benefit of having her is hurtful. Staying away, I'll be able to keep my sanity."
"But Jerry, I REALLY love you..."
"Why can't you get it? Whenever I see your pretty face, my eyes focus on your lips, wishing to kiss them. Although you occasionally dress better these days, most of the time you keep hiding behind this robe. I want to hug your body, play with it, lick it, and more..."
She ran away to her room and closed the door behind her. I stood by the door and heard her crying. My chest was hurting. My instinct was to enter the room, take her in my arms, and kiss her. However, after pouring my heart to her, it was her decision. The only thing I could do was wait.
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I didn't talk about the incident with Agnes, even though, after that episode, I bedded her twice. Then, when I met her the 3rd time, rather than inviting me to have sex with her, Agnes said she had to talk to me. It was clear it had to do with Mom.
We sat on the sofa, and Agnes said, "Yesterday, after you left the house, your mother had a long chat with me. She told me everything that happened between you two, and asked how I would have behaved if I were in her shoes. I pretended to be in shock and then mumbled, 'For quite some time, I've noticed Jerry had the hots for you. Luna, you are not only a 'mother,' you look very good. I suspect it started as a classic case of Oedipus complex, but when he returned from the army, his feelings heightened. His father's demise made him the perfect candidate to discuss the subject with you: He really IS the man of the house. You refuse to go out with what you call 'strangers,' and I think both you and your son have similar feelings toward each other. The word INCEST is frightening you more than anything else. We live only once, and life is short. As long as you do not harm anybody else, I say, take it with both hands.' Your mother smiled, 'I knew you'd say it. You always were more daring than me.' I stared at her and asked, 'Luna, we are BFFs for many years. Tell me the truth; don't you find him physically attractive?' she sighed, 'What woman wouldn't? But he is MY SON, for god sake!' I hugged her and said, 'Honey, I think we covered everything. The question is, are you willing to sacrifice one of your principles to make both of you happy or not?' I left shortly after."
Agnes watched my face. I kept silent for a couple of minutes and said, "You are a terrific sex partner and a good friend. I think both of us did whatever we could. The rest is up to Mom. Please, do not raise the subject again with her, unless SHE wishes to talk about it."
Agnes had a mischievous grin, "Do I get a prize for being 'terrific' and 'good?"
"Yes, girly. What do you have in mind?"
"I was thinking about a cowgirl position. You may be Master, but today I have the urge to ride you."
"Lady, you are on. Any position which enables me to enjoy your jugs bouncing before my eyes is automatically on my wish list."
Agnes straddled my body, and gingerly descended on my pole. Funny, after thinking about Mom, my dick was already hard, and I didn't notice... Her abundant juices dripped on my organ, which facilitated the penetration. Once her butt sat on my pelvis, I bent my legs, and pushed her back gently to lean on my thighs. Agnes started going up and down on my member, closed her eyes, and groaned with pleasure. Initially, my eyes were hypnotized by her swaying boobs, but soon my hands began tweaking her sensitive nipples. She placed her palms on mine, and together we massaged her beauties. Next, her rhythm increased, and her movements switched to forward and back. Her pulse accelerated, and subsequently, I joined her action by fucking her vagina upward. As my pace went up further, Agnes quivered and climaxed. While continuing to pound her pussy from below, I pulled her upper body onto me, and French kissed her. She whimpered into my mouth as her body jerked erratically.
Then, I rolled us over, laying her on her back with me on top, and continued ramming my prick into her in abandon. For the next 15 minutes, my cock drilled her pussy relentlessly like a ragdoll, until I was ready. I ejaculated a ton of sperm straight into her cervix.
After resting, I saw Agnes had tears in her eyes. I kissed her eyes tenderly and said, "Sorry, girl. I must have been too ferocious this time. I apologize..."
She smiled through her tears, "Silly boy, you did not hurt me, and I loved everything you did. I just feel that your mother's resistance is fading, and soon she'll give in, which means I'll lose you..."
I kissed her soft lips, "Agnes dear, crying about something that MIGHT happen is not useful. I love Mom more than anybody, but I am very fond of you and love our sex. Giving up on you will be only a last resort."
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On the days after our 'uncomfortable meeting' in the kitchen, Mom and I attempted to behave as before, but the underlined tension was felt in the air. Agnes also pretended that nothing happened and did her best to lighten the atmosphere with jokes and funny anecdotes.
Two weeks to the day later, during dinner with Agnes being away, I told my mother, "I decided to join the startup company."
She grinned, "I knew you'd be successful in life. I am happy for you, honey."
