The first time Melinda had sex with her son was a revelation. In the quiet community where she lived -- in the 1940's -- you'd think this sort of thing would be frowned upon, but it wasn't. There's a reason why that place seemed in harmony and everyone got along. It's because of their moral values.
Whenever a father would pass away, an adult son was expected to take his place. It was meant to ensure that the son would learn how to handle responsibilities and become a man. It was also meant to ensure harmony within each household.
All of this was explained to Melinda by the community leaders during a private meeting. World War II had left its lasting damage to the American family, which is why it was more important than ever to have such strong resolve. She'd heard of talk like this before, just rumors and innuendos, but never directly.
"My deepest condolences for your loss," Mayor Braddock said in a private meeting with her. "But these are the rules of our community. Your husband agreed to them and signed a pledge before heading off to war. Think about your son. Think of the man you need to raise."
Melinda was shown the pledge that her husband signed, in the event of his death. The signature matched and she read the informal document. It was explicit permission and a directive for Melinda to carry on with her life. Only now, she had a new duty on her hands.
With the father no longer around, it became Melinda's duty to bring her 18 year old son into manhood. She sat there attentively as Mayor Braddock explained all of the details to her.
She lacked skills in manual labor, hunting, and self-defense. Those lessons would be taught to her son by older male members of the community.
What she did possess, however, was a firm pair of breasts, a voluptuous body, and a vagina. She gasped hearing those words, though she was unsurprised. She'd long heard rumors of this happening. Mothers teaching their sons about sex and engaging with this.
It made sense at the time. Young men have too much energy. Too much time on their hands. It was a mother's way of taming them. Guiding them. Keeping them at home and away from trouble so they could be raised to become wholesome family men.
Melinda agreed with the community leaders. The fact was, her son had been reckless these last few weeks, disappearing for hours at a time, and he recently got involved in a small fist fight where he worked part-time at the factory.
She planned on telling her son Jeffrey that night about the new arrangement, but she was too afraid. She felt a great deal of shame over what she was expected to do. Her husband was the only man she'd ever been intimate with, and the thought of sharing those same feelings with her son was a lot of weight to carry.
The next morning, before she went to work, Melinda left the pledge her husband signed on the dining table so that Jeffrey could find it. She worked as a secretary at the local newspaper. The wage was decent and it was enough to pay the bills.
All she could think about at work was Jeffrey's reaction to the letter. It was natural that her son would be filled with rage and misdirection since their family's loss, but would sex be enough to set things right? Jeffrey was full of vigor and energy; so she was hopeful that this would make a man out of him.
During lunch, she was advised by the women she worked with on how to proceed with such a delicate matter. They spoke in a hushed tone while they ate their sandwiches, switching subjects whenever men walked by. A topic like this was only suitable for women their age.
A woman in her late 50's spoke first.
"You have to be strong about it. You can only dive head first. Anything else would lead to a disaster."
Next was a petite woman with a high pitched voice.
"She's right, you know. A mother's duty in a situation like this is to project strength. You have to entice him first or else he won't believe it. Then you have to be firm about everything or he's just going to use you for what he wants. Everything has to be on your terms."
Finally came Helen, the woman with actual experience.
"I have two sons and one daughter. All adults. When my husband died in the war, it was my responsibility to keep the family together. It wasn't easy at first, but these are the sacrifices that us women have to make to serve the community."
The group listened attentively as Helen spoke of giving her adult children oral sex, of letting the sons bend her over and have sex whenever they needed, of using this as a way of guiding them into adulthood. They switched topics to cooking recipes whenever a group of men walked by, and switched back to sex when they had enough privacy.
As a parting piece of advice, the experienced woman added,
"Am I proud of this? It's not something I'd go around telling people, but the results are profound. My family could have been shattered, instead we've never been so close."
Those words felt heavy and Melinda had much to think about. The women of the group wondered if she was actually going to do it. She said she'd think about it and that she was leaning towards it.
Lunch was over and they went back to work. Before going home, the experienced woman slipped Melinda a personal letter, which had no names or anything that could be used to identify anyone. Melinda read the note carefully and took the words to heart.
When she arrived home, the house was empty. Her son usually came home after she did because they worked different hours. She fixed her appearance and prepared a few cookies in case her son was hungry.
An hour later, she found herself sitting down with her son in the living room, having coffee and cookies. Her son was in a somber mood after thinking about this all day. There weren't any smiles between them. It was like a business discussion was taking place.
"You understand what I'm offering, right?" Melinda asked, sure that her son was mature enough for a talk like this.
Jeffrey nodded. "Yes, mother."
"What are your thoughts? What are your feelings on the matter?"
"I would be interested if that's okay," he said.
For the first time since his father's passing, Jeffrey seemed like the person he used to be. Calm, respectful, and at ease.
Melinda noticed the change, stemming from this opportunity. Her son's anger and frustration with life were at a temporary standstill. Maybe this plan had a chance of working. Perhaps this was the reason why the community used this method to prevent young men from becoming out of control.
She stood up and gracefully removed her clothes. For the first time, her voluptuous figure was revealed to the most important person in her life. Her breasts were large and hung down. Her big brown nipples were erect. Her hips wide. A patch of hair was between her legs, covering her labia and clitoris.
"This is what you'll be getting," Melinda said, mustering all the courage she had to stand there naked with her hands down. "You can have any of the pleasure spots that your father had. They can be yours. But only if you fulfill your duty of becoming the man of the house."
Jeffrey gulped hard and nodded. "I understand."
"Do you? Tell me, what does being the man of the house mean?"
She gave her son time to think because it was a big answer. A life changing commitment. Her son had read the pledge and had an idea of what this was all about. Perhaps her son had also heard the rumors of how this was supposed to work.
"It means I have responsibilities," he answered. "I'm expected to take care of our home. Tend to important duties. And..."
"Go on. Say it."
"Tend to the woman of the house as well," he said in a small voice.
"And what will you get in return?"
She watched her son's eyes go up and down, looking at her naked body, still in disbelief that mom was naked and barefoot in the living room.
"I'll be getting... you," he said.
The answer shocked her to the core, even though this was her offer. She knew her son would accept the deal. From what she was told, these deals are always accepted. No son is crazy enough to turn it down.
But hearing the acceptance, she knew her life was about to change. Things would never be the same again.
"It works both ways," Melinda said. "You are expected to tend to my physical needs as well. Show me your cock. I bet it's hard right now."
Her son, always the daredevil, started undoing his bottom, while still being nervous about it. Any normal son would also be nervous in this situation, but Jeffrey was determined to overcome these fears.
Watching Jeffrey lower his pants to reveal a strong erection was having a profound effect on her. It had been a long time since she had sex. Plus the stress of what she had been going through ruined her sex drive. Now she was looking at the only kind of relief she'd be getting, presumably for the rest of her life.
Remembering the words of her coworker friends, Melinda was determined to dive into this head first.
"Don't move," she said. "Because this is our first time, I want to get a feel for how things might work."
Her son remained stoic as she got on top of him. They'd shared plenty of hugs and kisses, but nothing could compare to this level of intimacy. She touched her son's erection, which made her feel like she was violating her maternal duties, and she guided it to her pussy.
It felt so good to have something inside of her and she lowered herself on it. She felt an unbelievable amount of shame. This was her dear son. An act like this should have felt like a grave sin. It should have felt like she'd be going to hell for engaging in unholy acts of pleasure.
But why did she enjoy it so much? The revelation slowly revealed itself as she rode her son, looking him in the eyes, the same way she used to do with her husband. Love is love. Could that be why she enjoyed it? She loved her son differently than she loved her husband. And she needed to be strong for the sake of her son's future. Helping him become a man with proper foundation.
They were silent except for their breaths. She could hardly look him in the eyes, but she forced herself. Jeffrey's eyes shifted around in shame. A virgin? It seemed like it.
"I'm going to cum," he panted.
