Chapter 6

The morning after Claire’s liaison with Penny, Michael and his mother had the inevitable conversation about her experience with Penny.

Even before he had poured his first cup of coffee, Michael asked, “So it sounds like everything worked out with you and Penny last night?”

“Yes, it was a very pleasant and enlightening evening.” Claire thought her son’s next question could have been phrased a bit softer.

“Did you like it as much as sucking cock?”

Claire could not resist rubbing in his phobia around male gay sex. “Why don’t you suck a cock and then we can compare notes?”

“Ouch, that one hurt, Mom.”

“I will tell you I enjoyed it a lot more than I thought I would.”

Michal was smiling when he asked his mother, “So what now? Am I going to have to share Penny with you and her mom?”

“Let me put it this way. I won’t come on to Penny for a repeat performance. But if she comes on to me I don’t think I will refuse her. She is a very sexy young lady, Michael.”

“Okay, Mom that sounds fair. But truth be told, I would not mind if you did come on to her. You and Penny would be a sight to see.”

“Penny said you would bring up wanting to watch us. But I’ll be honest, I don’t think I could be trusted if we did that.”

“What do you mean you could not be trusted?”

“I think I would start to be like Penny’s mom if we started doing something like that. I would want to watch you and Penny get it on, have you put on little shows just like you do for her mom. You know how I get. It was just a few days ago when I told you to jerk off while I watched and got myself off right here in the kitchen. That was just from talking with you about sex. I can only imagine what I would do if the three of us were naked in the same bed while you or I were having sex with Penny.”

“Would it be so bad if we did get a little carried away? You have already seen Penny and me having sex. I have undressed you and even taken some liberties. And yes, last Sunday morning we masturbated together. If you want to watch us having sex I am okay with it. I can tell you right now; Penny will be more than delighted to have sex with both of us together.”

“Yes, Michael. I have done all of those things you said and I admit I enjoyed doing them but it does not make it right.” Claire started to cry and put her hands up to her face to wipe away the tears, “I love you Michael but maybe I love you too much. I don’t want to end up doing something with you that we will regret.”

Michael came over and knelt on the floor in front of his mother and took her hands in his, “Don’t cry, Mom. There isn’t anything you and I could do that I would regret.”

“Did you hear what you just said, Michael?”

“Yes Mom, I know exactly what I said.”

Claire became flustered and agitated and pulled her hands from Michael’s. Her mind was in a whirl. The implications were troubling, frightening, and yes — exciting. Claire started waving her hands around and got up almost knocking Michael over. She walked quickly out of the kitchen practically shouting, “I have to get ready for work. We will talk about this again tonight.”

Claire went up to her bedroom and shut the door and leaned back against it and put her hand on her breast feeling her heart beating fast. Disturbing thoughts whirled around in her head, “My son is willing to fuck me and I have done nothing but encourage him. Was this something I have always wanted? Was I just now letting my deepest incestuous thoughts come to the surface?” Claire tried to calm herself by taking deep breaths as she chastised herself. “How could I have been so naive as to think that getting involved with Penny and possibly Ruth would not lead to further involvement with my willing son?” Claire took off her nightshirt and panties and threw them on the bed and went into the bathroom and turned on the shower.

Completing her morning routine to get ready for work calmed her somewhat. She picked up her laptop and purse and went downstairs. She was afraid to go into the kitchen and kiss Michael goodbye and ask when he would be home like she usually did. She went out the front door instead of the kitchen door to the garage. She opened the garage door from the outside, got in the car, backed out and started her drive to work. A quarter-mile down the street she remembered she forgot to close the garage door and shouted, “The hell with it,” and slammed on the brakes before she went through the red light at the intersection.

Thank god work was a challenge. There was nothing but problems to be solved and questions to be answered all day long. They kept Claire so busy resolving issues she did not have time to think about this morning’s conversation with Michael. At the end of the day, Claire was started to have trouble concentrating on her work. She stayed late not to work but to avoid going home and facing Michael. A little after 6:00 pm she is sitting in her office and wondered what was she going to do now. “Do I go home and discuss the pros and cons of having sex with my son? Why did he have to be so damn good looking? Why did I let him undress me? Why did I let him touch me? Why did I let him masturbate in front of me?”

Claire answered her own question. Because ever since he was sixteen years old you liked that he would get sexually excited when he undressed you and put you to bed. In your warped little mind, this was your way of competing with his girlfriends for his affection. Now that two women were sharing their bed with him you feel a greater need to compete.

Claire finally got up the nerve to go out to her car and head home and try to deal with the total mess she had made of her attempt to be voted ‘Mother of the Year.’ Claire decided she needed to take charge of the situation, Okay, I’m a big girl, I will go home and face my son and stand my ground and take control of my life. This whole plan of getting involved with Penny and Ruth was the stupidest idea I have had since painting the kitchen cabinets purple. It was time to set some ground rules. No more undressing me, no more masturbating in my presence, no more sex with Penny, no more Michael and Ruth fantasies.

Half-way home Claire changed her mind and took a left instead of the right and headed for ‘Bernie’s Pub and Grill.’ Thinking, “Maybe I can get Bob to come home with me and avoid the whole issue with Michael. I need Bob to distract me from thinking about Michael in that way. Maybe tomorrow would be a better time to talk to Michael. You know, let things settle down a little and maybe I can come up with a better plan.”

Claire parked in the parking lot of ‘Bernie’s’ and walked into the bar and Bob was not working. What the hell was she going to do now? She looked around the bar and the only thing that looked good was the girl working behind the bar.

Claire sat at the bar and ordered a gin and tonic. She needed to think about what she was going to do next. She finished her first drink rather quickly and ordered another. When Carol the bartender brought it over she thanked her.” When Carol walked away Claire thought her tight pants showed off her ass very nicely. With a bit of whimsy, she admitted to herself that she didn’t have a clue of how to come on to another woman.

Claire ordered her third drink when she started thinking about Penny between her legs. She took a few sips of her drink and decided, Maybe once in a while with Penny might be okay. It’s not like masturbating with my son.

Claire was halfway through her third drink and was feeling very sorry for herself. It was getting late and she finishing her third drink when Carol came over and set another gin and tonic in front of her, “From the gentleman in the blue shirt.”

Claire looked across the bar and a stranger smiled and toasted her with his beer bottle. The guy looked to be almost sixty. Claire pointed at Carol’s ass as she walked away and licked my lip and silently mouthed, “I’m gay.” she left a $10.00 tip and the untouched drink on the bar and walked out. Fortified with three drinks she was ready to face Michael and lay down the law.

Claire arrived home around 9:30 and Michael’s car was not in the driveway and she cursed, “Shit, isn’t anything going to go my way today?”

Claire sat in her chair and turned on the TV. She flipped through the channels and settled on watching the last half of an NCIS rerun. She kicked off her shoes and tried to relax. She was drifting in and out of sleep as the voices on the TV and her semi-conscious mind started to merge into a confused dream state.

She dreamt Gibbs was at her desk at work asking her how to get his boat out of the kitchen when she felt an arm under her legs and one around her back lifting her up. She mumbled, “Just open the window” as she put her arms around Michael’s neck.

Claire was starting to wake up when Michael sat her on the edge of the bed and started to unbutton her blouse. She wanted to say ‘That’s enough Michael, I can do this myself.’ But instead, she said. “This has to be the last time I let you undress me. And I mean it.”

“Whatever you say, Mom. Now hold still so I can get you ready for bed.”

Michael was reaching for the zipper at the side of her skirt when Claire took his hands in hers, “This is the last time I will let you touch me.” Claire placed his hands on her bra-covered breasts.

“Mom, what’s going on?”

“This is the last time I am going to let you do this so I want us to enjoy it. You know, make a lasting memory. Come on Michael, I like your hands on me.”

“That’s nice, Mom but...”

Claire interrupted him. She did not want to hear any objections. Her alcohol tainted mind was convinced this was going to be their last opportunity to be intimate. If this was going to be her last time, she wanted it all.

“You can masturbate if you want. I would not mind watching you do that one last time. Here let me help you.” Claire reached for his belt and undid it. She unsnapped his jeans and pulled down the zipper. She leaned forward and put her fingers in the waistband of his jeans and pulled his jeans and boxer shorts down to his knees. “Now isn’t that better?”

“Mom please tell me what’s going on here.”

“I know this is wrong but I want you, Michael. I want you to make love to me. Please, just this once. Then it can end. Please don’t hate me.” Claire reached out with a shaky hand and took his swollen cock in her hand and started to stroke him. “Let me touch you. Let me do this for you, please Honey.”