Chapter 10 - So What Are You Asking Me To Do?
"I don't really know, Mother," he said knowing that they both knew precisely what he was asking her to do and, no doubt, what she was thinking about doing.
They looked at one another without speaking. An uncomfortable moment of silence, he knew this was the time that he could either turn her completely off or convince her to strip off her clothes.
"Are you asking me to strip naked?" She looked at him looking down at the floor. When he didn't answer, no doubt, couldn't answer her blunt question, she asked him again. "Are you asking to see me without my clothes? Are you asking me to see me naked, Jason, so that you can write your story?"
There it was. She asked him, when he couldn't ask her. All he had to do was to say yes. All he had to do was to look up at her looking at him and nod his head. Yet, afraid that if he just blurted yes to her questions, she'd say no. He needed to think. He needed to act more needy and more uncomfortably embarrassed. He needed her to believe that she was in control and that she was the one wanting to strip naked and not the other way around.
"You read all of my erotic stories, Mother," he said looking up at her and making eye contact. "You now understand that my stories are just stories, even though my stories are incestuous in nature and about you. You're privy to all of my sexual secrets of masturbation over the thoughts of having sex with you and even though I masturbate over you having sex with me, mother, my masturbation has more to do with my hormones than with my story," he said looking at her looking at him.
"I know that," she said. "I was your age, once," she said with the warmth of a motherly smile.
"With me just writing stories about you before," he said gulping down his sexual excitement, as if drinking his last sip of beer, before summoning the courage to ask a woman to dance, "now I'm asking you to strip naked," he said. And with you thinking about having sex with me, where does it end, he wanted to add, but didn't. "All of this has escalated so unexpectedly fast that I'm not sure what I'm asking of you, Mother, other than to see you naked. No doubt, the sexy, nude sight of you will help me write a better story."
"Don't fret, Jason," said Elizabeth moving her hand from his mid thigh to his upper thigh, only a few mere inches away from his bulge, to pat him with her sympathy.
With both of them on the same page, with her knowing her son so well, no doubt, she knew what he was thinking and what he was thinking was the what she was thinking, too.
"I'm sorry, Mom, if I gave you the wrong impression, but--"
He so wanted to move her hand to his bulge, but didn't dare. Just once, he'd love to feel his mother's hand on his cock through his pants, as much as he'd love to feel her breasts through her blouse and bra. Not wanting to ruin things by forcing himself on his mother too soon, happy that she's already come such a long way already, he was content to gently and gradually nudge her along with the Devil down the road of incest.
"No apology necessary. It was all my fault," she said biting her lip again. "Forgive me for presuming your intention, that you wanted me to get naked for sex, but are you asking to see me naked, just for the sake of your artistic endeavors or do you have a different and incestuous agenda in mind?" She looked at him looking at her. "I already told you, Jason, incest is a line that I just can't cross. I don't want to go there..." she said stopping.
He looked at her with curiosity. Was she going to say, I don't want to go there again? Was he right in suspecting that her father was her lover and that his grandfather was his father, too? Fucked up. That's so fucked up. No wonder why he's so fucked up, too. Driven to do it by genetic coding, no wonder why he writes these stories of incest about his mother. No wonder why he's already been able to get his mother to consider stripping off her clothes. No wonder why he sensed that she had thoughts about having sex with him. Now or never, he took a big breath and a long step off the cliff that he'd surely fall in his embarrassment, should she shocked him by saying no.
"Yes, mother, I'm asking you to strip naked for the artistic sake to help me write a better Nude Day story," said Jason now believing that his impromptu plan was working and his mother was thinking about stripping naked. Wanting her to undress, needing to see her naked, he wanted to assure her that she'd be safe with him. "No, I don't have a different and incestuous agenda in mind," he said lying. "I'd just like to see you without your clothes."
For a fleeting second, a flash of disappointment crossed his mother's face. He saw it and he couldn't believe he saw it. Such a brief glimmer of shocked disappointment, obviously, she was the one disappointed that, once she was naked, he wouldn't make a move on her. Only, instead, once she was naked, that is, if she'd ever agree to strip naked, for his perfect, perverse, incestuous plan to work, she had to make the first sexual move on him.
She had to be the one to want sex from him and not the other way around. She had to be the one to entice him. She had to be the aggressor. No doubt, while he was thinking about seeing her naked, obviously, she was thinking about him not only seeing her naked but also giving her sex. He had her where he wanted her to be now. Definitely, at the very least, she'd be stripping off her clothes for him. And then, she said exactly what he was thinking, presuming, and hoping she'd say.
"In anticipation of Nude Day," she said putting her hands on her knees and leaning forward, "if I stripped off my clothes in front of you and I'm not saying that I will, but if I did get naked, would seeing me nude enable you to write your Nude Day story and, perhaps, win some prize money?"
