Blackout

This story has many things in it that may or may not bother you. What is listed will be a warning; any of these things are an issue for you, do not bother reading any further. There is a time of alcoholism, blackouts, sex while one person is intoxicated and no memory of the event, resentment, death, and more. The son is an adult in this story which works well with how it begins and ends. If you choose to continue reading, I hope you enjoy it. I think after this story I am going to take a break on writing stories; this would be my fourth in a week which I never done before. Not sure why but the other three plus this one just came out of me.

Blackout

Matthew's mom was waking up in her 26-year-old son's arms on her bed finding herself naked, covered in sweat and the smell of sex in the room. Looking up into his eyes finding him fully awake she starts to say, "Oh no! Honey... did we?"

"Fuck? We sure did."

*** Loss of father/husband

After dad died mom went into a deep depression. The following three days after the funeral she never left her bedroom. I brought her simple things to eat like bologna sandwiches and other left over cold cuts from the memorial.

Mom was a complete statue. She spoke to no one and never left my side. Fingers interlocked and a tissue on the other hand she was distraught.

After we got home and I put all the leftovers away mom went to her bedroom for three days. On the fourth day I stormed into her room and woke her up.

"Mom... wake up."

She mumbled something I could not make out.

"Mom... I gave you three days. I do not expect you to be over dad, but it is time you start getting back to normal."

Trying to push me away I yanked back the covers finding her in an open robe with nothing underneath and the stench was dreadful. But I managed to roll her over, slide the robe off her body and lift her up.

"What are you doing?"

"Mom... you really need a shower, and we really need to air out your room."

"No I don't... just leave me alone."

"Not happening mom."

With her hitting me as I am holding her the best I can I reach over and turn the water on and wait till the temperature is tolerable. Once I got the right temperature, I forced mom into the shower and with me right behind her.

"What are you doing? I can take my own shower."

"That remains to be seen mom. Just hold still."

Grabbing a generous amount of shampoo after I got her to wet her head, I begin scrubbing her hair trying to get the sweat and stench off it followed by her body.

I was not naked myself; I had on swim trunks having this pre-planned getting mom on the path of recovery. Working on her body I could not help but notice she is quite fit, and her pussy is bald. But I was mature about this and did what needed done.

When I rinsed all the soap off, I helped her out of the tub which around this time she stopped fighting me and dried her off. Leading her back to her bedroom I had her sit on the bed as I got her out some underwear and shorts and a t-shirt. Once I got her fully dressed, I took her to the kitchen and poured her a cup of coffee which she happily took. From there I went into mom mode. I opened the windows, stripped her bed, grabbed all her dirty clothes including that retched robe and threw everything into the wash and anything else that needed attending to. Being that it was closer to lunch time I made her another sandwich using the last of the cold cuts and told her to eat.

Mom just looked at me with those dead eyes and took one bite after another staring at me.

Sitting down after she ate her last bite, I took her hand in mine and said, "Mom... he is gone. I know you miss him, so do I. But we must continue to live. You cannot stay cooped up in that bedroom for the rest of your days."

"Why not?" She asked.

"Because even though I am 26 I still need my mom, that is why."

Mom started to cry after that which I pulled her in for a big hug and let her cry it out while getting my shirt wet. When mom finally finished crying, she pulled away from me and went to the wine cellar and came back with a bottle of wine and poured herself a glass.

That was going to be the first of many bottles of wine for a while including any more verbal communication.

***

It has now been a month since that first bottle and every single day she would open a bottle and finish the bottle then pass-out. I since then moved back home and took a leave of absence. My boss understood but told me he could not wait long for my return. I understood but also knew thanks to dad's life insurance mom would never have to work another day in her life if she was practical with the spending. With her I could live off that and get another job if I felt the need. But right now, my main job is taking care of mom.

But mom did not make it easy. For a month now since the day I bathed her she has not spoken a word. All she does is pout and drink and eat the occasional meal. She does not cook, clean, or anything else she used to do. She is even getting a bit out of control with her drinking. Not saying she is an alcoholic; I know this is just a part of her process of dealing with our loss. But she is getting blackouts not remembering anything from the night before.

How do I know? A son knows his mother. More times than not she would strip down to nothing and walk around in her fluffy robe; at least at first. Then she eventually started wearing a silk robe and again was completely naked underneath. This was clear for many reasons but let us just say mom was not shy of her lack of clothing. Many times, I would be sitting in front of her with her on the couch with her leg bent and her pussy exposed showing her pubic hair growing in. Then there is the upper part with the tie never quiet doing its job of staying closed.

Depending on how drunk she was she would either pass-out on the couch, or go to her bed, and on some rare occasions which I have to admit I sort of enjoyed, would straddle my lap and pull me in for a big hug and cry on my shoulder till she passed-out. Those times required me to carry her to her bed and tuck her in. But I admit, seeing mom that way, nude, and must admit sexy in that silk robe, I would be lying if I did not get hard. I will make no excuses other than mom is an attractive woman.

However, it even got to the point when I am hard while mom is straddling me, she would start dry humping my cock. I did try to do the right thing, but it is hard when you have this beautiful woman barely clothed and on top of you. Mother or not, a man can only take so much.

What happened this day I admit was my fault. But to be fair to me, she could have stopped me. Then again, she was not in her right mind where I was sober and mom... well she was not. In the middle of dry humping my cock that was hard as a rock I pushed mom back and she just looked deep into my eyes with this emptiness. I am not proud of what I did, but I cannot change it; I pulled mom by her head and gave her a tongue kiss... which in my defense she reciprocated.

So that is where it started and would happen on occasion. I would go days resisting, and I should have stopped her from straddling me, but I must admit I liked it... I liked it a lot. It has been a while since I had sex and any intimacy at my age feels good even if it is from my mother.

I swear I was not intending to take advantage but again I could only take so much. Then there was that day, things just got out of control. Mom was dry humping me harder than usual and the confines of my pants was getting uncomfortable even though I have gone without underwear for a while now... yes because of the dry humping. Mom and I at some point started to make out and it was getting intense. So intense for the first time in a long time I heard mom make a sound and it was a moan. A sexual moan to be exact. Hearing that I lost it.

I grabbed hold of mom's robe and yanked it off her to which she pulled me in tighter feeling her breasts pressing against my chest which I too was going without a shirt. Then it just got more and more intense that I swear if I did not do something quick, I was going to cum in my pants so without a single bit of rational thought I lifted mom by her ass, and she somehow using her feet pushed down my pajama pants and my cock sprung straight up.

The gods must have been on my side because my cock was perfectly aiming at mom's pussy and I just stopped thinking and carrying and I lowered mom allowing me to make entry.

I know she is drunk, I know she is in mourning, but come on can you blame me? Well blame me or not I just could not help myself. Having mom impaled on my cock I kicked off my pants after falling to my ankles and quickly carried her to her bed. From there I laid her down and I was right on top of her and I did not waste a second and started to fuck her. And fuck her I did. This was not making love; this was pure fucking. Pounding that wet tight pussy of mom's and hearing her grunt and moan I just lost myself in the moment.

Even with how drunk she was she finally said an actual word... or words to be exact.

"OH, FUCK I AM GOING TO CUM!!!"

And cum she did. Mom was shaking like a leaf while holding me tight to her body and bit into my shoulder and screaming into it. Me... well that set me off and I exploded into my mother's pussy.

There was no time to go for a condom, and there was no way I could stop myself so I just deposited my load into my mother not considering that she could get pregnant.

When it was finally over mom pushed me up and crawled backwards climbing underneath her blanked but holding it up and nodding for me to join her. Once I got under the covers, she wrapped her leg and arm around me and passed out.

I was laying there awake for a bit beating myself up for what I did. Guilt... sure... but I also fucking loved it. Fucking mom was the best sex I have ever experienced and to be frank... I wanted to do it again. Which we did. While she was sleeping, I found myself getting hard again and I had to have her. Pushing her onto her back with her arms spread out and totally passed out I entered mom for the second time in my life and fucked her till I came again.

The sensations were so intense. Mom's pussy was so wet, so tight, and so fucking warm I never wanted to leave. But after that last fuck I rolled over on my back and caught my breath, and mom, well she just rolled back on top of me with her arm and leg wrapping around me.

*** The following morning

After realizing mom was waking up, I waited for her to react.

"Oh no!" Looking down she realized she is naked and covered in sweat.

Looking up she sees me and and pushes up with one arm and says, "Honey... did we?"

"Fuck? We sure did."

From there mom quickly left the bed and ran to the bathroom where I heard her vomiting. I quickly followed nude and all and tried to help her, but she pushed me away.

Accepting she wanted to be alone I left and started making coffee anxiously waiting for her so we can get past the first part of this revelation. I also did not bother putting anything on. I figure lets face the situation head on.

Eventually I heard mom making her way to me and then I heard, "WHY ARE YOU NAKED?"

"Well, I figured..."

"GET SOME FUCKING CLOTHES ON.... NOW!"

Putting down the coffee pot I walked past mom who cringed a bit when I was near and walked to where I left my pants from the night before.

"Aren't you going to put on a shirt?"

"What? You never mind all the other times."

"What are you talking about?"

"Mom... for a while you been in a bottle and doing things."

"What does that have to do with you not wearing a shirt?"

"I'm getting to that. So, like I said you been in a bottle for a while. I been by your side from day one to help you however you need me."

"So, you just went ahead and fucked me?"

"It's not like that... well not exactly like that. Here sit down, I will get you a cup of coffee and go over it all."

After I told her everything from the dry humping to the kissing and how I just lost control, she was speechless. Speechless. When I got to the sex and how I fucked her after she just had this shocked look with her mouth wide open.

"Well... say something."

"I do not know what to say. You fucked your mother for Christs's sake. Twice. And the second time I was not even awake."

"Yeah true... but it was not like we did not do it before."

"Honey... I don't remember ever doing it the first time."

"Look mom you never said anything for I don't know how long; you never spoke. So, I was never certain if you remembered anything from the day before. You are drunk every single day. And well I am a guy. I know it is no excuse, but all guys have their limit on self-control and you broke mine Sorry... well honestly, I am not sorry. Having sex with you was the best sex I have ever had."

"WHAT????"

"Yes mom... it was amazing."

While shaking her head, "I cannot believe this... I really cannot believe this. I need a shower."

"Hey mom. Just so you know, this is the first conversation we had in a long time. Just thought to let you know that if you have not realized it already."

Then she started to cry and ran off to the bathroom locking it behind her and turning on the water.

*** About an hour later

From the sound I was certain she did not take shower but rather a bath. I was waiting for my turn to use the bathroom because quite frankly I was smelling myself. When she finally left the bathroom, I gave her time to go to her bedroom and close the door to which I sprinted and took my turn in the shower.

Rinsing off all the grime of sweat and smell of sex I felt refreshed. When I felt clean enough, I stepped out and patted myself dry and wrapped a towel around myself and was heading to my room till I saw mom at her doorway dressed for once. She was standing there in Yoga pants, and a crop top; I have not seen her dress like this or at all since when dad passed. But man, she looked good. It took a big event to get her back to normal. I never thought it would take this but at least she is starting to become her old self.

"Don't look at me like that."

"Look at you like what?"

"Like you want it to eat me."

I turned my head and headed to my room to put on some fresh clothes, but I left the door open. I saw her walk past my door in the direction of the kitchen and after that. I just searched for something comfortable to wear.

Then I started checking my emails and at some point, at least 15 minutes went by and decided I should check on mom. She was easy to find; there was mom at the kitchen sink with a stack of wine bottles behind her all opened and her pouring one down the drain.

"Mom what are you doing?"

"What does it look like? I am getting rid of all the alcohol in this house. What happened between us should never happen again... ever. If it takes me quitting drinking, then so be it."

I shrugged and was upset because quite frankly I did want it to happen again. But mom was on a mission and there was no stopping mom when she was focused on accomplishing something.

After she emptied out the last bottle including all the alcohol in the bar area, she told me to take care of disposing them and she is going out and does not know when she will be back.

*** Around 1am

I heard mom driving up to the house and I was worried. I peaked out the window and saw her stumbling out of her vehicle. Hoping she did not drive drunk I met her at the door to which I saw a different mom: sort of.

Mom was wearing the same clothes, but she was sloshed. Giggling and hiccuping, and with this shit eating grin she looked at me and said, "Hey lover. Help me to bed, will ya?"

That moment I had the devil and angel on my shoulders one telling me to be good and the other was telling me to be bad. Either way sex or no sex mom did need help to bed.

Thankfully I was there because mom was constantly stumbling to the point I just picked her up to which she wrapped her legs around me as I was walking her to her room and I was planning to leave her there BUT then she started kissing my neck... then biting my ear lobe, then licking the inside of my ear. I had my personal best at getting a hard-on with her doing that. The devil won and the moment she pulled back and looked at me I attacked her mouth with my own shoving my tongue down her throat.

While we were kissing, I sat on the bed as my mom straddled my lap grinding her pussy against my cock that was just covered by my boxer-shorts. It did not take long for my cock to pop through the hole and once it did mom used one of her hands to grab hold of it and started stroking my cock.

I felt guilty but I was so horny from all of this I said fuck it. But mom had other plans than just having sex. Unwrapping her legs and arms from me mom quickly hopped off my lap and onto her feet and started pulling my my underwear which I had to lift my ass to help her with that. Once she flung them to the side mom dropped to her knees and engulfed my cock in one swift single move.

I am not huge at all, but I been told I am average, but I am most certain not only did mom deep throat my cock, but she also had part of it in her throat. This was confirmed when she started swallowing and I could feel the massage of my cockhead. From there she pulled back and just started face fucking herself with my cock. Me... I did whatever any other son would do. I laid back and enjoyed the moment.

Mom was one hell of a cocksucker. She did not gag or showed any signs of discomfort. She took that thing as hard as I fucked her pussy that first night. Eventually I was getting close and I warned mom I was about to cum, but she did not slow down. When I finally reached my peak, I screamed "Mmmmoooommmmmm" and shoved her head firmly and pressed against my crotch. Mom, she was a champion and just kept swallowing till I had nothing left.

When I released my hold on her head, she was not quick to releasing my cock, instead she bobbed a few more times and then pulled back making a a "Pop" right before she let it go.

Right then she stood up and said, "MY TURN!"

With me laying on the bed recovering from that amazing blowjob mom stripped off her top and Yoga pants and I do not know but assuming underwear and climbed up on the bed and sat her pussy right on my face.

Grabbing hold of the hair on my head mom pulled me hard against her pussy screaming< "EAT IT.... EAT IT YOU MOTHERFUCKER... EAT OUR MOMMY'S PUSSY!" And I did just that.

Grabbing hold of mom by her cheeks I ate that sweet tasting pussy that belonged to my mother till I too had her shaking and screaming in ecstasy. She even gushed a little into my mouth which I happily swallowed.

She she finally recovered she fell to the side on her back and spread her legs and told me to fuck her; so, I did.

And well I am sure you know what happened after that. Okay I will tell you. Since mom sucked me dry before I lasted a bit longer than usual, but when I came, I came with a roar filling mom's pussy again with cum and mom was not far behind me biting on my shoulder and screaming into it.

When finally done just like the night before she got under the covers and kept them open for me to slide in right next to her and wrapped her body around mine and passed out.

*** Morning

"YOU GOT TO BE KIDDING ME! AGAIN?"

Waking up I found mom staring me in the face looking really pissed off; finding us naked in her bed again.

"Mom... calm down."

"CALM DOWN? YOU SAID FUCKING CALM DOWN? YOU FUCKED ME AGAIN!"

Then I lost it.

"WAIT A FUCKING MINUTE!" I screamed in my mother's face which is the first in my 26 years of being on this earth I never yelled at my mother let alone yelled at her like that.

"MOM... you started this. You came home drunk."

She was about to respond but I shushed her.

"You jumped on me and wrapped your legs around me when I tried to get you to bed to put you to bed to be more specific and then YOU, YES, YOU started kissing and licking me and not long after gave me a blowjob. Mom, do not blame me this time. And on top of it you had me eat your pussy when you sat on my face then rolled over and told me to fuck you. So yes, we did have sex AGAIN but YOU and ONLY YOU started it."

Then I got up and left and went to the bathroom to take a shower to cool off because I was fuming that I was being blamed for this like I was the only one that is guilty.

After rinsing the shampoo out of my hair, I did not hear the bathroom door open and close, nor did I realize my mom was in the room.

"Honey... I'm sorry."

I was still a little pissed off but she did say she was sorry so I could only say one thing to her, "Mom... I love you."

"I know honey. I know you love me. You were amazing. Not talking about the sex. I am talking about after your father died you were there for me when no one else was. If it were not for you, I would have found a way to just kill myself. But it was you that kept me going and brought me back, so I thank you. But does not change the current situation."

Turning off the shower I pulled back the curtains standing before my mom naked and wet and caught her looking at my cock.

"Mom... look what done is done. We cannot change that. Even though you tell me you do not remember it, I can tell you with absolute certainty that you enjoyed every second of it. DON'T CRINGE... You did mom. You have orgasmed... more than once last night. The other night, well you passed out on the first orgasm."

"Fair." And nodded her head while hugging herself with her arms.

Then mom uncrossed her arms, grabbed a towel, and held it open for me and said here let me help you for once. There in the bathroom for the first time since I was little mom dried me off like I was again a little kid getting bathed by my mom.

I do not know if this makes me an asshole, but I got aroused when mom got on her knees to dry my legs and my cock hit her face. She looked at it and then up into my eyes and kissed the head of my cock. I was going to say something, but she gave me that look to just stay quiet and she then dried the other leg and said, "There, all dry. Get dressed, we are going out for breakfast."

I nodded and did as I was told.

Things after that sort of went back to normal and changed at the same time. We ate a delicious breakfast at this place by the pier. She then took my hand when we left and interlocked our fingers together and just walked silently together by the water. Eventually she broke the silence and stopped and turned to look at me.

"Look. You are right, we cannot change what happened. I lost the love of my life, but honey you too are the love of my life. Not like how I felt about your father, but you know what I mean. Look I do not know if we can go back to the typical mother and son. Honestly, and do not get the wrong idea but I am not so sure I do."

"Wait what?"

"Okay... listen. I do not remember any of what happened. But I believe you that I enjoyed it. I know I felt the same way in the morning having an orgasm the night before, so I get it. I did orgasm. So, I admit it, I enjoyed it. But still and this is not an excuse, but I was drunk. You are guilty too because you cannot use me being drunk as an excuse too when you are the sober one with someone that is intoxicated. But I get it. I am an attractive woman. I am not tooting my own horn, but I know how guys look at me. So yes, you are my son. But you are also a man. And yes, according to you I did not make it easy for you to resist so I own up to that. "

"So, mom what are you saying?"

"What I am trying I to say is maybe... maybe we can try to take this slow, and with me sober and see where it will go."

"So, just to be clear. You are talking abut us being something more than mother and son?"

"Well... it is a little late now to be the normal mother son now you think?"

I laughed and pulled her in for a real kiss. She pulled back when I kissed her and looked a little surprised but then smiled and took my hand and pulled me along and said, "Let's go home."

*** The slow progression

Surprisingly things between us were not weird. In fact, they were better. The mom I once knew finally came back; with a twist, we are becoming closer little bit at a time. Since that real kiss I gave her on the pier that day it has become a regular thing. Sometimes, at night when we hug goodnight and go to our separate bedrooms, whether it is me that leans first or her we have but not always have a real kiss. Not a peck, not a make out session, just a real intimate kiss.

A few times I even became hard and that is usually when she pulls me in closer as our lips are locked together. I remember the first time that happened she pulled back, looked down, and said, "Down boy." And then looked at me and giggled and went to her room.

I then took some liberties and initiatives. Little moments like when she is doing the dishes, or chopping up vegetables, or just at the stove stirring something in the pot. I will come up behind her and pull her in tight placing my chin on her shoulder and whispering in her ear something as simple as, "You need help?" Or "How is my mother doing?" or anything else that just comes out. She always says she has it handled and a few times I felt her push her ass into my crotch and give a little moan.

It has become torture, but I respected her words and took it slow. Even though we had sex prior, the fact is she does not remember it so for her this is the progression to a couple working up to the moment they have sex. Then there was out time in the Livingroom at night. We would each be reading a book with our legs extended and making contact. I must admit that stirred my cock many times. She has showed up in a robe for such things and spread her legs just enough to show me her pussy which I have seen evidence of her being wet.

Then there are times we are watching a show or a movie. She has a habit of laying her head on my lap while I run my fingers through her hair. She seems to like that a great deal, and I am always happy to oblige. But things also occur during these times that are not planned for instance we were watching this movie with Florence Pugh. We both agreed it was boring till we got to the part Florence was having her pussy eaten on a dining room table. That got me hard and mom lifted her head to give it room to extend down my leg. Before she laid her head back down on that particular night, she placed her hand on it through my shorts of course and kept squeezing. While she was not stroking my cock the constant grip and release worked, and I ended up cumming in my shorts and she giggled.

Then I thought after that maybe she is giving me hints to make a move, which I did. A few days after that night I came in my shorts mom was reading her book as well as I. She was wearing that silk robe with again her pussy exposed. I decided there is only one way to find out if she is and is not ready for. Placing my book to the side she continued to read, and I re-positioned myself between her legs which she spread to give me room.

Coming face to face with her pussy I could smell her pheromones and had to take a lick. Mom pretended nothing was admis and heard her flipping page after page as I continued to lick her. At some point I felt her place a hand gently on my head and run her fingers through my hair. To me that was a hint to really get in there and so I did. Working my tongue deep into her pussy I slid it up and worked my way up to her clit that was engorged and gave it a good tongue lashing.

She dropped the book on my back and felt her grabbing my head with both hands pulling me in tighter. Immediately I latched onto her clit and sucked and flicked her love button hoping to bring her to orgasm... which I did.

Barely able to hear because she was squeezing my head with her thighs, I heard her say loudly, "OH GOD.... OH FUCK.... YES YES YES.... DO NOT STOP.... DON'T YOU DARE STOP.... SUCK HARDER.... YES YES YES.... I'M CUMMING!!!!"

I grabbed hold of her legs and held on tight. When she finally stopped humping my face and released her hold on my hair and head, I looked up at her finding her eyes closed, and her breath slowing down with a big smile on her face.

Then without looking at me, she said, "Thank you." And got up and left me there. Soon after she left, I heard her bedroom door closed.

I sat there contemplating what happened and why did she just leave. Obviously not bothered by my actions... her juices all over my face confirmed that fact. But still she just up and left. Then I had an idea which worked out quite well. Better than I expected.

After washing my face and brushing my teeth I headed to her bedroom door hoping it was not locked; it was not. I opened it finding her room completely dark, but I knew it well enough to get around the room. I worked my way to the side my father slept on and climbed under the covers and working my way up behind mom. I heard her breathing was slow and steady and figured she was out.

Spooning her body, I wrapped my arm around her placing it on her stomach. She then grabbed my hand and placed it on her tit and holding it there in place. I kissed her neck and said goodnight, and she pushed her ass firmly against my crotch and said, "I love you."

The following morning, I was woken up the best way possible. I found myself on my back and I was dreaming of a woman sucking my cock. When I came to, I found the dream was more real than I thought. Mom was laying her head on my body with my cock angled so she could gently suck it. When I realized this, I ran my fingers through her hair and said, "Good. Morning."

She let my cock out of her mouth with a pop and said, "Good Morning Honey." Then put the cock back into her mouth and started to suck again. The blowjob was not intense in the sense she was attacking it. She was gentle, romantic even. But while it took a while for me to cum, when I finally did, she sucked harder getting every drop out of me and swallowed it.

Then getting on all fours she came up to my face and gave me a peck on the lips and said she was going to shower and if I like I could join her... which I did. There was a lot of groping and kissing and fondling. I even ran my fingers between her pussy lips causing her body to shiver. When we finally got out and dried off, I pulled her in for a deep kiss which she jumped up and wrapped her legs around me then pulled back and whispered in my ear, "Make love to me."

I did not hesitate nor wanted to waste a single second. I placed her on the bathroom counter, and she laid back looking down as I positioned my cock at her opening and entered her slowly. When I reached as deep as I could go mom and I stared into each other's eyes and she placed her hand on the side of my face and said, "I love you so much. Make me your woman."

The sex was gentle and loving. She did not orgasm, but I sure did but she did not seem to mind. After I came and pulled out mom slid off the counter and took a seat on the toilet pushing out my cum while looking up at me with a big smile on her face. Then said, "From now on we share my bed; it will be our bed from now on. But we must talk."

I leaned my head to the side giving her the "Huh?" look. She just said, "Do not worry, just want to discuss something with you."

Mom made breakfast while just wearing her silk robe and me just wearing my underwear. She told me to eat while she said what she needed to say.

"Honey, I'm ready for us to be a couple but there are a few things I want to get out. First, if we are to be this way together, I am to be the only one in your life. To be clear, I am to be the only lover in your life. If you want to find someone closer to your age to be intimate with, I will not hold that against you. But if you do, this thing between us stops. I am not giving you an ultimatum nor is this a threat, it is just how I feel. I love you with all my heart, and now my feelings have evolved to having sex with my son. I love how we got here and I look forward to many more intimate moments. But I cannot handle if you are with someone else as well. Again, if you want to be with anyone else, just tell me and you I want you to know you have my blessing."

I did not reply, I just smiled at her and took her hand and led her back to what she said is now our room and made love to mom again. For me that was my way of answering her; and now many years later we are still living as a couple and not once have I even looked at another woman as I do with my mom.

But with the age difference odds were mom was to pass away before I do. She was 73 when it happened, and I was by her side till she closed her eyes and stopped breathing. Just like how dad requested I had her cremated and took her and dad's ashes to the pier that we went to that morning where it was decided by mom that we see where our relationship will go. I poured both their ashes into the water and hoped one day someone will pour my ashes in the very same water.