"Another interview another dollar!" I said to Ron, my cameraman, as we rolled out of the motel parking lot headed for Lisa and Brian Thompson's house. I read the stat report out loud. They would be our third interview.
"Let me see? Lisa, age 64, 5'8 tall, 126lbs, college-educated but never worked. Husband deceased.
Brian, age 46, 5'10", 158lbs, college-educated and an accountant for a law firm. They have been active for 10 years. It says it was Lisa who contacted us!
What do you say we get some breakfast? There is a McDonald's coming up."
We arrived at the Thompson's rather large house in an expensive neighborhood.
Brian answered the door and we followed him into the living room.
We found ultra-slim, and still quite attractive, Lisa to be quite charming. She had white hair cut rather short and rosy cheeks, skillfully applied, but heavy makeup, blue eyes, and wearing gray sweatpants and a lightweight white cotton pull over. She wore sandals. Her statue was dignified and pampered as she sat on the sofa.
Brian seemed admirable, shaking our hands firmly. He had dark, almost black hair and dark piercing eyes. His complexion, unlike his mother, was dark, a father genre, perhaps.
We sat down and chatted a few minutes about their lovely area and home. Then, Ron unpacked his camera and we started the interview.
"We will start with you Lisa. Can you tell us a bit about how your sexual relationship began with your son Brian."
"Oh my goodness! My husband had been gone a about a year. I have two other children but Brian was the only one who stayed in the area. He was a great comfort to me when his father passed, and helped a lot. Brian had split with his wife of eight years and was staying with me. He'd been in my home for about six months.
The central air-conditioning had failed and it was hot! Some days were over 100° in late July. We were one week into a two week wait period before another unit could be installed. They had lent us three small window units and by letting the fan of the central unit blow the living room was comfortable and the rest of the house was tolerable after closing a few doors.
At night we watched TV here in the living room, I wore my usual underpants and light sleeping gown. Brian wore cotton shorts and a T-shirt. He's very muscular wouldn't you agree?
Well, it was not all that comfortable in the house that evening and I hiked up my nightgown to cool my legs, not giving any thought to Brian who was sitting outside of my vision.
"Out of the blue, Brian told me that he thought my legs were very pretty. I was a model in my younger days and I have to admit I do have pretty legs. What hurt my career was I had no ass to speak of."
Lisa was relating a lot of needless information, but I liked her bubbly attitude and her lovely voice, so I let her rattle on.
"I told him he had seen my legs lots of times and he replied that he had not seen as much of them and that he could actually see the side of my buttock and that too was positively exquisite. I smiled at him and told him thank you, but I felt a little bit uncomfortable with our exchange. I let a couple of minutes pass and then pulled my sleeping gown down. It was so funny the way he voiced his opposition, "No mom! Don't do that! It is so hot in here". The statements had enough room in between them that you could tell it was not my comfort he was interested in. I lifted my nightgown back up, making sure it was as high as before, and began eying him occasionally. He was missing the whole TV program studying my legs and the side of my butt."
"Did you pull up your gown again to tease your son or because you wanted the attention?" I queried. "Or just appease him?"
"My intention was certainly not to tease. I was pleased at his comment and figured my gown had been up for quite a while already. But as I sat there I began to think about my son's troubles. I asked him why he had not found a girlfriend. He told me it was because he was still married and he really didn't have the time. The question was In responds to him studying my legs. I told him I felt bad for him. I told him that because his dad and I had had a very active sex life. We had even swapped a number of times when I accompanied him on his business trips. I enjoyed sex immensely and I knew what it felt like to go without. I had the usual girl toys but they just didn't satisfy."
"You never told me about you and dad swapping?" Brian said with surprise in his tone.
"It's not something you spread around, son."
"So you were 54? And you didn't have a boyfriend of your own?"
"I had my suitors. An occasional dinner, I couldn't think of giving myself to anyone."
"Could you continue Lisa?" I said, and then asked. "If I may call you Lisa?"
"Certainly young man. We're all friends here! I sat there thinking a long time about Brian, about me, about sex, and about sex between family members - incest. I wondered if Brian was sitting there with a hard-on looking at my legs. I bet you and Ron here have a hard on just talking about this. Knowing Brian as I do, I figured he probably did. Back then, I could only speculate.
Anyway, I pondered long and hard and finally I made a decision. Not for me, mind you, at least not at that time, but for Brian. I told Brian that I could be his girlfriend. They didn't have that phrase "with benefits" back then. A whole lot less embarrassing while getting the message across. Brian told me I was already his girlfriend. I countered by lifting my gown a bit more."
A few long moments passed.
"I sat there for long minutes waiting for Brian to process what I had said and done. He stopped looking at my legs and appeared to be in deep thought.................."
"Brian, if I could bring you into the conversation?" I said turning my attention to Brian. "When your mother said that to you - that she could be your girlfriend - can you tell us how you took that - processed that?"
"It took me a few moments to realize what she had said – I didn't know right off what she was suggesting. We had always been good friends - hugged each other - kissed each other! I couldn't put any meaning to it! I had to ask, so I asked her what she meant. She told me that she loved me very much and hated to see me in such turmoil - that she knew I worked hard - and it wasn't fair how life was treating me. She said I had a wanton look in my eyes looking at her legs – that a man needed sex and that was what she was offering."
A college educated dumb-ass, I thought.
"I told him lets go to the bedroom and just do it. We could talk about it later." Lisa added.
"And you two did! Pretty straightforward. No lustful seduction - no passionate discussion! You're a down to earth lady, Lisa.
"Oh no! Brian! I think was in shock at my suggestion. He sat there staring at me. I told him, for me personally, that if I was ever going to have sex again it would have to be with a family member, that I could not entertain the thought of another man outside the family between my legs. At that point, I knew and accepted that truth. I told him that it would be to our mutual benefit, I suppose, to help bring him around, and that I was going to the bedroom and I hoped he would join me."
I felt like I needed to expand this interview. "Brian, did you follow your mother immediately to the bedroom? Tell me, as you remember, what was going through your mind - what happened?"
"It was near 30 minutes before he came into the bedroom!" Lisa injected in her bubbly voice but you could tell she was defending her son.
"I sat there for the longest time. Like mom said, I guess I was in shock. I remembered her lifting her gown higher. But sometime or other I got up and brushed my teeth. I went to the bedroom - her bedroom - pretty much in a daze. The bedside lamp was the only light on." Brian took a deep breath. "My mother, as you see, is hot now. 10 years ago the was even more scorching hot. Her hair was jet black and her skin was milky white, as it still is. Back then she used makeup that gave her face a China doll look that you would be afraid to touch, as it might shatter.
When she saw me enter the bedroom, she stood up and turned to face me. She thanked me for coming. She slipped out of her nightgown and let it drop. She removed her underwear, dark blue, I'll never forget. She stood there in front of me and I was thinking how absolutely gorgeous she was and how thankful and lucky I was to have an unselfish and understanding mother like she was."
"Did the fact that Lisa - sorry, your mother - had told you that she too was sexually in need have any influence on your decision to go to her bedroom?"
"What are you implying young man!" Lisa shot at me. "My son would never take advantage of his mother's misfortune!"
"Yes ma'am." I stammered." I'm certain of that! I'm not even sure what insight I was seeking with the question."
Brian picked up, saving further embarrassment.
"I didn't know how bad off I was until mom hiked up her gown and I sat there studying her – my own mother's - absolutely gorgeous legs and butt. I knew dad was mesmerized by her and worshiped the ground she walked on, but I knew a good marriage is not built on sex alone, but for a fleeting second, I did wonder about the sexuality of my mother and if she desired, or missed, sex. When she told me that she did, of course it relieved me of the selfishness I would have felt later knowing she had given herself for my benefit alone
"But sex is a very significant part of my son's life." Lisa chimed in. "As it is for any man."
