Now the floodgate was open, at least for me it was. I knew I wanted to have a full sexual relationship with my wonderful beautiful Mother. I wanted her in every way a man can want a woman. No inhibitions. I felt sure she wanted me in the same way. But. There was always a "but" that got into the mix of any of those thought's. I began to wonder if my Mother had any of those "but" thought's? Of course asking my self was like punishing myself for something I hadn't actually done in the physical sense, but in my mind and more importantly in my soul I had done everything I had ever seen, heard of, talked about, read about or thought about to and with a beautiful woman's body that now especially seemed to have my Mother's face attached to it.
It was funny that dreams and scenes I had from early on about all sorts of sexual acts from Playboy, Penthouse or even movies that had an erotic scene of some memorable acts in them now took on my Mother's face as one of the characters. I couldn't help it and I couldn't stop it from happening either and I really didn't want to. I wanted to have my Mother and I knew she wanted it too.
But.
That little word kept coming up. I hated it. Why? Why was there a "but" attached to all thought's of sexual acts with my Mother. I had oral sex with her, I had teased and dominated her and quite frankly enjoyed all of that tremendously! So why was there a "but" in my thoughts? And was there one in Mother's thoughts as well?
My Mother lay before me naked and panting on the table in our kitchen. I had just gone down on her and eater her pussy out. I had licked her anus. I had fingered her cunt. I enjoyed every single thing I had done. I did not have any regrets about doing any of the things.
But.
I didn't want anyone to know what I had done with my beautiful Mother, even though I also knew that if it were to be known, I had some friends that would be very envious of me, slap my back in pure joy that I was able to enjoy the beauty of such a beautiful woman. I also knew that a few people I knew would burn rubber all the way to the local police department trying to be the first in line to turn us in. I knew some would immediately get on their phones and burn up the phone company with their dialing everyone they knew or even thought they knew to spread the gossip as soon as they heard any little piece of the story as quickly as they could.
That was where the "but" came from for me. I wasn't ashamed of anything about my Mother. She was my Queen. But I was totally terrified of any word getting around town that we were having an incestual relationship, even if it was true.
Oh, I had it all worked out in my mind. She was sterile. Hysterectomy. So since she could not conceive the biblical definition of procreation due to incestual relations could be discounted, the law of the land could conceivably be dealt the same blow as we were two adult's engaging in consensual sexual relations, at least we would be in another two and a half years after I turned 21. I, we needed to stay away from anyone we knew for that amount of time at least! Then, it might not matter if we were dedicated to one another and I was certain that would be the case.
But.
It was the same old bugaboo. I hated it too. Hiding, sneaking around. It was bullshit. Brought on by an unaccepting society. Oh, sure the laws on the books "SAY" consenting adults, but that's just legal bullshit. Too many tongues would wag and too much shit would happen and it would all get blown out of proportion and Mother would get really hurt and I couldn't stand that. Nasty. People were nasty. Good God fearing religious fanatical church going supposed Christian brothers and sisters would be the very first to turn on us instead of understanding and helping they'd be furnishing the pitch forks and firewood! It was laughable but sadly not too funny to me because I knew that to be the truth.
But. Christians, but!
Well I also knew that the plan Mother had stumbled on for the property swap was absolutely the answer to our troubles if we wanted to call it that. Out of sight out of mind was a good cliche to me.
If we could work that out and get this "George" to help out with that and I could figure a way to wrap my mind around what he wanted to use my Mother for and how to do it so that George would think Mom was dating another guy, then it would go a long way toward covering our trail.
Mom moaned and her feet that had been propped up on the tabletop slid forward and off the edge. I leaned in a planted a wet kiss on her soppng pussy and gave it a long lick tasting her. She merely flinched a little and moaned again. There was a clown like smile on her face and I knew she would be just basking in the glow for a few minutes more so my thinking kept going.
The property swap was good. Using George was good. I would need a good plan for that though because I never wanted my Mother in any danger real or imagined no matter what. I let my gaze roam up her slim thighs and across the flat stomach to her still full breasts and that cute face, I loved my Mother. It wasn't a dream or an illusion, I loved her and not only the way a Son should love his Mother, but as deeply as any man can love a woman.
I decided right then and there to trade all of the "but's" for "and's". Instead of adding a "but" at the end of every doubt or sexual thought involving me and my Mother, I would substitute an "and" as in saying,"And no matter what we will work it out!"
So no more looking back. I would need a little time to work out the "George" thing but I had already thought of a sorta plan at least for their first meeting. I could not be here in our house. Motel. It could not be on a weekend as she would not want any chance he might want to spend a night with her, no a week day with work in the morning. Also we needed, well Mom would need to make absolutely certain that Sammy wouldn't get cold feet or back out of the deal if whatever it was that George was planning to do was discovered. That property swap had to be a solid deal.
Mom moaned and started to get up into a sitting position on the table. She groaned and I looked at her, she wrinkled her forehead and grimaced, rubbing her arms up and down and then her sides,"Honey, you were absolutely fabulous and I came harder that I ever have before and I love you more than anything else in the world, but never again on this hard assed fucking table please!" She was smiling while the groans were steady in coming as she slowly tried to rub out the stiffness apparently in all her body that had been in contact with the wood of the table. She scooted forward spreading her legs wide and placing that beautiful pussy right in my face again,"Kiss me goodnight Honey, I'm hitting the shower and getting some sleep after that!"
I did as she asked but added another long tongue swipe for good measure before she struggled to get her feet on the floor and get by me to leave and go to the shower.
I wanted to talk to her some more but I really needed to do some serious thinking and figure out a plan that would work first. "What a great ass!" I thought as I watched her walk away slowly. Another thought occurred to me as I watched that fabulous ass, I seemed to see my Mother as she looked when she was in her 20's. I knew that wasn't possible, but it was just the way I saw her everyday as I looked at her. Still firm, still hot and still sexy and the age didn't seem to me to make one damned bit of difference to me at all. She was a beautiful woman. Period. Every friend I had ever had that had seen her at any time had always, always, said she looked like a model or that she looked good enough to eat or something else along those lines.
It was true.
The plan was coming together in my head. It would be good to set something up for George so that he could think Mom was seeing another guy. I would need to get Mom to try to find out if George was especially interested in a certain type of man. I almost laughed out loud. Here I was trying to figure out a way to make George hotter for my own Mother's pussy by figuring out what kind of man's cum he might most like to suck out of it! Jesus Christ! What next?
We needed a place, a motel that would work for the plan. It needed to be close to a bar or a drive in. My plan also needed for me to be able to borrow a vehicle for everything I had planned to work. Of course the other thing also reared it's ugly head. I would have to fuck my Mother. There wasn't another alternative for this to work as she didn't want anyone else and quite frankly neither did I. No one could know it was me doing the fucking for several reasons and I knew them all. That left me with a third problem and one that I hadn't counted on. I was certainly going to fill my Mother's womb with my cum, but we would still need someone to play the boyfriend! I couldn't because unfortunately for me George knew who I was and had seen me before. It was a shame we didn't have the "ranch"yet as it had plenty of rooms and it was far enough out that there might no even be a question raised if I were there "after" her boyfriend left and before George could arrive. There wouldn't be a need for a ruse then.
Later maybe, but right now we had to have a place. It was still fairly early and a Wednesday night so I yelled through the door that I would be back soon and took the bike out for a ride. It wasn't a joy ride either, but a dedicated scouting mission. I rode down to the boulevard. Where we lived in town it wasn't far from the end of the boulevard at the east end of town so I turned east and went to the business end and made a "U" and started puttin' along looking things over. Not too far down the road I spotted what could be the perfect setup. It was the Overland Motel and it sat next to a vacant lot and then the Circle "R" Bar and Tavern. What attracted me to it was the motorcycles sitting out front of the bar and the open door with loud music coming from the bar. The motel looked clean and the rooms were small independent cabins. Perfect. There were 12 cabins in two rows. Parking was beside each cabin and it appeared like people had just circled the cabins using the vacant dirt lot to turn around in. People liked doing that if they were pulling a trailer. This was a good setup for what we needed.
Now all I needed was another guy to "play" Mom's boyfriend. No problem with a hot babe like Mom, right? Wrong. Whoever it was going to be had to be someone that would not ask any questions and would accept everything I told him at face value.