Carla sat at the end of the large leather seat of the limousine, her back to the driver, crying softly into a large white handkerchief as she stared out of the window at the wintery surroundings of the cemetery.
Daniel, her 28-year-old son, sat across from her with his wife, Diane, and their two children, a boy and girl.
The long black Cadillac began to move. Daniel studied his mother in her stylish black dress, the hemline dropping a couple of inches below her knees when standing, but was now sitting atop her knees. He thought back to his 19th year when he had arrived home to find her laying across her bed stark naked and apparently asleep. He remembered not being able to move, staring at her well-formed, but ample, ass, her smooth legs being spread enough that he could see a considerable amount of dark pubic hair.
He now dropped his eyes to study her well-toned calves, lifting his gaze to her knees and what little amount of inner thigh he could distinguish.
They were leaving his 71-year-old father behind, he, leaving his treasured, but still youthful and vibrant, 48-year-old wife to carry on. Daniel remembered his father's words as they sat alone in the hospital room two days before he had passed away.
"You must promise me you will to take care of your mother!" His father had said to him with concern.
"Pop, you know I will!" He had answered.
"Those sons-of-bitches that call themselves my friend will be all of her. Your mother is a good woman but she has her needs. Do you understand what I mean, Daniel? One of those bastards will find a way to get her in bed. You can't let that happen. Promise me you will take care of her sexual needs?"
Daniel was only surprised for a few moments because he knew his father well enough to know that he worshiped the ground his mother walked on, but considered her a valued prize that he had won ago from her many other suitors. He did not want to give her up even in death.
"Pop, do you understand what you are asking me to do?" He had asked with an incredulous tone.
"It's either you or them." He had insisted. "She has promised me she would never remarry and I believe her. But she has needs, Daniel. And they are strong needs as you will discover. She will agree. You'll see."
Studying his mother now as her sorrow poured forth, she seemed frail, but he knew otherwise. He knew her to be strong-willed, full of love for her grandchildren and daughter-in-law and himself. He knew there would be no seduction. If he fulfilled his promise, it would be a straight forward affair.
Two weeks later they were in the large, family lakefront cabin at Smith Mountain Lake, not far from their home in Raleigh.
"Your father left the cabin to you. Please promise never to sell it while I am alive?"
"Mom, I expect to leave this cabin to my kids asking the same promise." Daniel assured her. "I have already talked to a contractor about replacing these aluminum windows with vinyl, three paned insulated windows. There are a few other things that need to be repaired or updated."
"That's good, Daniel." Carla said, looking down to the lake where Diane and the kids were kayaking. "It's so cold out there. If they tip over they are going to freeze to death. AWW! Good! They're getting out." She watched them climb the multi-staired climb back to the cabin, opening the door for them.
"Mom, do the kids and I have enough time to run down to the store and get some ice cream for dessert?" Diana asked.
"Sure honey. It's a good half hour before dinner will be ready."
As the threesome exited the front door, Carla took a seat across from her son at the kitchen counter. She stared at him happily sipping her coffee.
"Mom! I have something very sensitive and personal we need to discuss while we have a few moments alone." Daniel said, taking note of her immediate attention and concerned look, he continued. "Dad made me promise to do something and I told him I would, but you must agree. He wants to take care of you and you need to read between the lines because I don't want to be disrespectful or common in my wordage."
"Does he now!" Carla replied sarcastically. "He told me he was going to approach you about "taking care of me" (she made rabbit ears with two fingers on both hands). So! You promised, but how do you really feel about such an idea? We're talking incest, you know?"
"Do you remember a long time ago - I think I was 19 - I came home and found you stretched out across the bed apparently sleeping. You were naked. You could not see me of course, but I stood at the doorway staring at you - and your...very lovely... butt - for what seemed like a long time. I finally went away - to the bathroom - I had to pee really bad - for a couple of minutes and when I came back you had pulled the covers over your backside. I've always figured you knew I was there. I still have that vision in my head. I've never been able to rid myself of it. Mom, you have a fantastic looking backside and pretty legs. I made a promise to dad - a promise that I would be pleased and fortunate to keep - but it's your call."
Carla dropped her head to stare at her coffee cup. She did remember that time and felt she needed to explain.
"I do remember the time you speak of." She began, but faltered for a few long seconds. "Your dad around that time, for a short period, had a hard time keeping it up. To pacify him, and his concerns about his friends," She saw the surprised look on her son's face, "oh yeah, I knew how crazy jealous he was, but I liked his jealousy. I agreed to seduce you - to keep it in the family so to speak. I was quite proud of myself. I timed it perfectly and I knew you were there. I heard you leave and I chickened out. That is why you found me covered when you got back." Moments passed. "What would you have done had you returned and found me still laying there naked or, more brazenly, turned over with my legs spread waiting for you?"
"I don't know if I could have done it, but had I returned and found you still laying there I was going to creep up and either caress your butt or jerk off standing there looking at you." Daniel replied. "I had made up my mind to do one or the other. Had you been awake with your legs spread waiting for me," Moments passed, "I have no doubt in my mind I would have climbed between them. Dad made no secret of his love for your sexual prowess. I would have wondered why you would do such a thing, but I could not have turned away form such an invitation. I was still a virgin." He chuckled. Moments passed. "Why did you chicken out?"
Carla smiled knowingly. "That would have been a sight. The jerking off! Had you thought about what you are going to do when you ejaculated?
"Not really!" Daniel chuckled again.
Carla continued, "Unfortunately, you have my genes when it comes to sexuality. Diana talks. I chickened out because of my my love for your dad - my love for you. It would have caused problems eventually - my needs - your dads jealousy. I had no idea I would leave a sexual image of myself in your mind - in your thoughts - for so many years. I apologize for that. It must have been hard on you."
"It caused more than a few fantasies. Your "mom" image was changed forever. So how did you cope," Daniel queried. "with dad's ED?"
"I purchased a dildo for your father to use on me. We saw a Doctor who fixed him up just fine. He performed quite well up until his passing. Damn pills probably didn't help his health any. I was - am - selfish."
Carla took a few sips of her now lukewarm coffee.
"I saw you studying me in the car the day of the funeral, you know. I was tempted to show you a bit more but with Diane so near she would have instantly been aware. Are you two good in that department?"
"Very much so." Daniel assured her. "But sons always visit their mothers, so who would be the wiser."
