Kinky Confessions

Christy clearly wanted to ask questions, but she knew better than to interrupt and give me yet another excuse to get sidetracked.

“I learned a lot. Not just sex, but about women in general. I learned about

swinging, too, and that my parents were involved. I told you that story, about Gina and me, right? So, I learned about swinging and sex with Susan. At the time I didn’t realize how much she shared with my mom. And I mean details.”

Christy’s eyebrows shot up and she couldn’t hold back any longer. “With your mother?”

“Mmm hmm. Susan teased her and… um… told her what it was like.

With me. So I guess she started to see me as a man instead of a boy. For my part, I started teasing her too, although I didn’t really know what I was doing or why. Not consciously, at least. I’d always thought she was sexy, and I’d had fantasies, so…”

Christy made the connection, and her expression slowly morphed from disbelief to shock.

“Right,” I said heavily. “My mom and I… um… did things.”

“What kind of things?” She cleared her throat and took a drink of whiskey to steady her nerves. She looked annoyed when she emptied the glass, but she didn’t move to get more. Instead, she set it on the floor and warmed her hand on her jeans.

“She gave me a blowjob,” I said. “It was dark, so I didn’t know it was her, but I figured it out. And then later… we went all the way. Well, almost.”

“When you say ‘all the way’…?”

“Yeah. I had sex with my mom. She stopped it before we went too far, but… my dick was inside her.”

“Okay,” Christy said shakily. “That… wasn’t what I expected.”

“There’s more.”

She swallowed hard but didn’t look away.

“A few days ago, at home… we… um… kind of… picked up… where we left off.” I bit the bullet and said in a rush, “We had sex. For real. All the way.”

The words hung in the air for an eternity. Part of me wanted to make excuses, but I knew how they’d sound. Instead, I kept my mouth shut and mustered as much dignity as I could.

“What—?” Christy cleared her throat and tried again. “What happened?”

“D’you want details?”

“I… I think so.”

My skin prickled as even more adrenaline flooded my system. It struggled against the alcohol already there, and I felt a wave of vertigo as the

two fought it out. I waited for things to settle before I continued.

“My mom and I have always had this… thing,” I said at last. “I can’t really explain it. Not in a single word, at least. But she’s basically the first woman I ever noticed, sexually. Even before Susan. Besides, you know what she’s like. She’s…”

“Very pretty,” Christy agreed. “But she’s your mother.”

“And Erin’s my sister. You think that’s hot. How’s this any different?”

“I don’t know!” she snapped. “It just is.”

“Not really. They’re both taboo.”

“But… she’s your mother. She’s supposed to protect you, not—!” She gestured vaguely.

“She did, back when we first fooled around. She stopped things. She knew I wasn’t old enough to deal with it, with the consequences.”

She scoffed. “So she waited a few years until you were?”

“Yes. I’m old enough now to know the difference between love and sex, between something serious and… ‘an itch’ I need to scratch.”

“Oh? And what happens the next time you need to ‘scratch an itch’?”

“Well, you and I should talk about it.” I paused and felt a leaden weight on my chest. “That is, if we’re still together.”

She looked annoyed but then visibly tried to calm down. “What? Now?

Of course we are. I worked too hard to get what I want to give it up.” She cast about for something appropriate to say and settled on, “Dammit!” She glared at me defiantly, as if daring me to laugh. “Dammit, dammit, dammit!

Why’d you have to tell me now, of all times, when we’re about to go all the way!”

“Hey,” I snapped, “you’re the one who wanted to wait!”

She glared.

I glared back.

She slowly backed down.

I did too. “Sorry, I guess I’m feeling guilty—”

“You should.”

“—and defensive.” I scowled as her words registered. “Don’t do that.”

“What?”

“Pile on with the guilt. I don’t do it to you, and I’d appreciate the same courtesy.”

She bit back a heated reply and then thought about it. Liquid courage only went so far, and she eventually said, “You’re right. I’m sorry.”

“Me too. And I wish we’d talked about this beforehand, but we didn’t.

Besides, I had no idea it was gonna happen. The whole thing was a setup.

Spring break, I mean, with my mother.” I paused to get my thoughts in order.

Christy waited for a moment and then pointed at my half-full glass of whiskey on the floor. “D’you mind?” She didn’t wait for an answer. Instead, she picked it up, drained it, and closed her eyes as the alcohol went down.

“Better?”

“Yes. But keep going.”

“Are you sure?”

She nodded.

“Okay. So, I’ve always had fantasies about my mom. And she’s had them about me. We didn’t go all the way that first time, but neither of us really stopped thinking about it.”

“But… she should know better. She’s your mother.”

“She’s still a person,” I said calmly. “With all the same desires and fantasies. And weaknesses.”