Chapter 3

Mom began to stir, still lying across me. Her eyes opened and, with a start, she pushed herself away from me.

“Rick, what have you done?” she said condemning me.

Mom jumped off the bed and ran out. In seconds I heard her creaking bedroom door close.

I couldn’t really answer Mom’s question. We had made love. I had fucked my mother. But, there was no coercion, no force, and no seeming reluctance on her part. She had seemed to be an active participant. A more than willing participant.

Yet she seemed ... um ... something when she climbed out of my bed and left the room. Angry, maybe? Disgusted, perhaps? Not pleased nor satisfied emotionally and physically, definitely.

And what was the voice in my head? Why had I imagined that? Where did it come from?

Deciding the best thing for me was a long, hot shower, I went to the bathroom to take care of business. Along the way, I noticed the ring lying on the floor. I ignored it.

Once business was taken care of, I decided to continue as if it was a normal evening at home. Even though it was so fucking far from normal. Sheesh.

Hunger made its presence known as I made my way to the kitchen. As usual, I started a pot of coffee, the gods’ gift to humanity. Checking out the refrigerator, I decided to make a sandwich. Being the perfect gent, I also made a sandwich for Mom.

Taking it upstairs along with a cup of coffee, I knocked lightly, almost timidly, on my mother’s bedroom door. When she didn’t answer, I knocked again, somewhat louder. A third knock brought a response.

“Go away, Rick, I don’t want to see you.”

“I brought you coffee and a sandwich, Mom.”

“Go away, Rick, I don’t want to see you,” she repeated.

“Okay ... um ... uh ... I’ll leave the tray here.”

“Go away, Rick.”

Back in the kitchen, having demolished my sandwich, drinking my second cup of coffee, and reviewing the events of the day, I heard the squeak of Mom’s door opening. Seconds later, I heard the clip clop of her slippers on the stairs. I lost all sense of bravado and manliness, wanting to run away.

Unfortunately, I guess, Mom was at the doorway, blocking my exit, before I could make my legs move. I looked at her in silence. My mother wasn’t dressed as she had been the last time I saw her. She was wearing a baggy sweatshirt and matching nearly worn out sweat pants.

Mom was the first of us to break the silence.

“Thank you for the sandwich and coffee.”

Apparently I was not quite up to speaking at the moment as although my mouth opened and lips moved, no sounds came out. I was able to nod though.

Mom pulled up a seat at the kitchen table beside me. She spoke the infamous woman to man words.

“Rick, we need to talk.”

Nothing good could possibly come out of this. Nope, nada.

“What the hell happened up there, Rick,” asked my mother.

I felt I could speak at this point but didn’t know what to say. So, I kept silent.

“I’m not putting all the blame on you, son, but what happened is not supposed to happen between a mother and her son. We should not have had sex.”

Again, silence from me.

“I’m not even sure how it all happened. My memory of it is a little foggy. I remember showering, coming into your room, and then nothing until I felt us both having an orgasm.”

Still silence but with a nod of agreement.

“Can you tell me why this happened?”

“No, Mom,” I responded. “I don’t know how it happened, just that it did.”

I took a deep breath, gulped, and feeling I was taking my life into my hands, I continued, “I liked it, Mom.”

“How can you say that, Rick? We shouldn’t have made love. We’re mother and son. Not man and woman.”

That was twice she labeled what we had done as “making love”. Was that a hint? I decided on a bolder response.

“Mom, I love you and you love me. Making love together was just a larger expression of that love,” I said.

“It wasn’t right, Rick!” retorted Mom.

“I don’t know how you can say it wasn’t right, Mom. We didn’t hurt anyone. We just expressed our love on a different level.”

“It’s not right. I could go to jail over this. It is incest.”

“Mom, that’s silly. Neither of us is going to tell anyone else for the first thing. Secondly, anti-incest laws are an archaic form of birth control. To keep close family relatives from having two headed kids and shit. With medical science the way it is, that is no longer an issue. It is even legal for first cousins to marry and breed in most states these days.”

Silence dominated the room again.

“It isn’t right,” Mom virtually mumbled in a far from forceful tone.

Deciding that discretion being the better part of valour, I decided to retreat to my room. As I rose from the table, I made a parting comment.

“It was great, Mom.” I didn’t wait for a response.

Back in my room, I flung myself on the bed. I tried to think about possibilities of further interactions with my mother on this subject. Nothing working, I attempted another typical male response to resolve issues through meditation. I went for a shit.

Sometime later, after a water level raising dump, I washed my hands, always wash your hands folks, deciding to end the day. Walking through my darkened room, my attention was drawn to the glowing ring still on the floor.

Without the glow, I would never have seen it as it was mostly under my dresser. Chances are that it would have been lost forever in the dust bunny haven beneath my dresser forever. Or years, at least.

I grabbed it, returned to my bed, and examined it very closely in the dim light. It was definitely glowing, no additional lighting needed to examine it. While turning it this way and that, I remembered the imaginary voice telling me it was a dijiin or something. What the fuck was a dijiin anyway?

All praise Wiki! Djinn were a type of genie or spirit known to be good or bad, depending on its history. Very strange that the imaginary voice used a word I had never heard before. A real word even. I couldn’t remember having seen or heard the word.

Still turning it around and about, I eventually slipped it on my ring finger.

“Praise be! You are allowing me to communicate with you!” What the fuck? The imaginary voice was in my head again.

“I assure you I am very real,” said the voice.

“You are only able to hear my voice when wearing the ring. I can only help you when you are wearing the ring.”

“This is so unfuckingbelievable,” I thought to myself. “I must be going looney tunes. Unless it is an alien device? Or something the CIA put together? But, why give it to me?”

The voice responded. “In the store, you were able to feel my presence.”

“The old woman put it in my hands.”

“She is merely a subject to be guided. Although she knew nothing of my presence, she knew the ring needed to be put into a male’s hands.”

“Why a male?” I asked.

“I have no wish to work with a mere woman. Men are the source of power in this world.”

“Better not let my mom hear you say that,” I thought with a chuckle.

I took the ring off in order to experiment with communicating with the dijiin or whatever. The genie. Nothing. The imaginary voice was gone. Very confused, I wondered if the joint I had smoked last week had done something to me. Placing the ring on my bedside table, I wrapped my blankets around me and went to sleep almost immediately.

The next morning arrived with the sun shining into my room to waken me. I lay silently on my back, thinking about the events of yesterday between my Mom and me. Growing a chubby, I went through my morning pre-food routine.

The ring didn’t cross my mind or the absurd discussion I had held with my imaginary friend. I thought I was too old to have imaginary friends anymore. And never a genie.

By the time I made my way to the kitchen, my chubby was a memory until faced with my mother. Her usual morning getup was a loosely tied terry cloth robe with a T-shirt and sweat shorts underneath. Not this morning though.

She was wearing lingerie! I had never seen my mother dressed like this ... so gorgeous ... so exciting ... so ... um ... sexy. Mom must have heard my gulp as I checked her out. She turned towards me exquisitely slowly and shyly.

Her dark hair was hanging down across her shoulders. Mom was wearing a melon coloured, lace and satin bra putting much if not most of her breasts on display. My eyes trailed down her body across her relatively flat tummy to matching melon coloured panties, thigh high stockings and four inch stilettoes. It certainly wasn’t breakfast cooking garb although almost any time of day is great for a sexy looking woman to put her erotically displayed body on display.

“Sit down, Rick, I’ll pour coffee,” Mom said turning around to face the counter again.

Now that my eyes were fully opened, I realized the colour matched peignoir was fairly translucent, giving me a delectable view of my mother’s ass. I couldn’t help but imagine kissing and licking those cheeks. Oh yeah, chubby time again.

Mom brought my coffee to me, putting it down on the table before leaning over to give me a good morning kiss on the lips. My mother and I had never been the kissing type of folks and, especially not on the lips. That move definitely took me by surprise.

It surprised my cock too, resulting in it moving past the chubby stage to a raging hardon. Just as if my cock was remembering fucking my mother the previous day, it was demanding more of that action right then.

Mom returned to the table bringing her own coffee to join me. She sat at the end of the table for four, crossed her long, lean, muscled legs.

We looked at each other in silence for some moments. Her gaze seemed fixated on my face while my eyes were darting all over her sexy bits.

Mom broke the silence.

“I’ve been giving some thought to what happened between us yesterday and our talk last night.”

“Okay,” I said while dragging my eyes back up to meet hers.

“I’ve been without a man for many years, Rick. Yesterday, I realized how much I missed a man’s company.”

Not sure of what response was required of me, or even expected, I simply nodded at her.

“I realized as well how much I had been depriving myself of in terms of affection, closeness, and sex with a man,” said my mother.

I stayed with the simple nod of understanding. Even if I wasn’t. Understanding, I mean.

“Making love with you, Rick, was beautiful.” Mom stopped speaking, looking at me to say something.

Realizing a nod would not be sufficient this time, I spoke.

“Mom, what we did together was awesome. I have dreamt of scr ... I mean, making love to you for years.”

“I’m your mother, Rick; we aren’t supposed to make love. But, as you pointed out last night, we wouldn’t be hurting anyone and no one need find out.”

“That’s right, Mom,” I said. “It would be our secret.”

“Great,” she said. “Now finish your coffee and take Mommy to her bed. We are going to fuck each other silly,” said Mom with a huge grin on her face.

Swallowing the rest of my coffee in one huge gulp, I held out my hand to my mother to pull her into my arms. Feeling that we needed some affirmation of what we were going to do upstairs, I pulled Mom into a tight embrace.

Our lips met and our mouths opened while my hands slid to my mother’s ass. Our tongues met in a gentle lovers’ dance as I caressed my Mom’s cheeks. They were so firm to my touch. I caressed them and squeezed them, having to fight to put a tight grip on her muscular behind. You gotta love that yoga shit.

Eventually, we broke the kiss in order to go to the bedrooms. Mom pulled me in the direction of her room past the squeaky door. She had a king sized bed in her room, much larger than my double. I stood watching while she pulled the bed covers down. Leaning over, her pert butt was on display for me again.

I couldn’t resist the temptation. Or the invitation. Whatever. I took the two strides to place my body up tight against my mother. My hands moved immediately to her tits, my cock hard up against her ass, and my lips on her neck.

Slowly, I worked my way down until I was kneeling behind my mother. I flipped the long gown up and across her back as I pushed her down on the bed. My mouth went directly to her ass. Fortunately for me, her panties were high cut leaving much of her cheeks uncovered. I covered them with my tongue and lips.

“Oh, Ricky ... Oh, Ricky ... Ohhhricky ... ooohhhhricky,” Mom was cooing back at me as my lips and tongue travelled her backside. They had to work their way between the hands glued to her ass. My hands, of course.

It was a wonderful feeling, doing all this to my MILF mother. Any guy not crazy in his own mind would want the same opportunities as me, given the chance.