“Don’t be late for school, young man,” Mom said to me, shifting rather effortlessly into her mothering role.
“Yes, Mother,” I said.
“I’ve already gotten a couple of calls from your school about tardiness and an unexcused absence,” Mom pointed out.
“Sorry, some of that is likely my fault,” Ms. Chan apologized.
“My new school is right here,” I announced. “I mean I’ve learned more in this kitchen in a couple of weeks than I have in school all year.”
“I imagine that’s true,” Mom said with a soft laugh. “But you can’t allow your grades to drop and to lose scholarships because you’re getting laid all the time.”
“Yes, Mom,” I nodded, knowing she was right, but added, “but for the record, I’m usually the one doing the fucking.”
“Of course you are,” she smirked before she turned and walked out.
“So back to our conversation before Mom so rudely interrupted us with her desire to be fucked like a horny slut,” I quipped.
“I know: the nerve of her,” Ms. Chan replied deadpan.
“So how do I be both a dominant master and a caring protector?” I asked.
“First of all, by understanding your own needs,” she said.
“How so?” I asked, that reply not at all what I’d expected to hear.
“What do you want from this newfound relationship with your mother?”
“I’m not sure,” I answered, this question making me begin to reflect on the question, I guess for the first time.
“Think about it,” she encouraged me. “Sure, there was the rush of seduction, the thrill of the conquest and the adrenaline of doing the very thing that almost every son in the world fantasizes about doing at some point.”
“Okay,” I nodded, all three of those points definitely true.
“But now what?” she asked. Three simple words, yet no apparent answer.
“That’s what I’m asking you,” I pointed out, getting just the slightest bit annoyed at her questions without answers.
“It’s not my question to answer: you need to find your own answer to my original question,” my guru of sex deflected, “what do you want in this relationship?”
After a long pause as I pondered this simple yet complex question, I offered, not because I thought it was the best answer, but more like brainstorming to get one thought out there in hopes it might pave the way for a better one, “I want to have my cake and fuck it too.”
She laughed, “Cute, but that doesn’t really answer the question.”
“Okay,” I said, trying out a more serious approach. “I want her to be my slut, but also to be my mother.”
“Both of which I witnessed some of this morning.”
“But I also want to protect her from herself.”
“Oh? How so?”
“Well, I’m very concerned that her submissive side could get her into trouble at work if she can’t control it,” I said. “And if she did, I’d feel responsible. Hell, at this point I think I’d even be responsible.”
“She seems to be doing a pretty good job so far,” Ms. Chan pointed out.
“I guess,” I said, not sure I was explaining it properly. “But my Dad never shied away from putting her at risk, and she told me she never refused him until she’d finally had enough, and she stood up on her hind legs and insisted on a divorce. During the past two days she’s never denied me anything, either.”
“Kevy, that tells me you’re both responsible for her and not responsible. You’re responsible for never going out of your way to put her at risk, but you’re not responsible for every decision she makes. But in addition, and this is important, you need to be her base, her foundation, the rock she can cling to for security. Remember when I told you sex was about connection, intimacy and desire? What I meant was that a woman needs all three of those essentials if she’s going to be balanced. That’s why even after a wild fuck fest… when a woman has been dominated, sodomized and a load of cum is still leaking out of her ass… she still wants to cuddle and maybe to talk,” she explained.
“And even though an important part of your role in keeping her happy is ordering her to perform extreme sexual acts, to stretch her boundaries, at the same time she must always feel she can tell you anything at all without being judged. Which, by the way, is a favour you cannot allow her to return to you, at least not fully. Although if it helps, you can always tell me anything.
“And your mother is at the pinnacle of your caring and concern; if you aren’t going to behave like your Dad and be totally self-centered, the other women you relate to will also need chances to express themselves to you and to benefit from your guidance. Although in their cases (and in my own case since this is definitely present company included), the level of your responsibility will vary as you judge what is best for both you and for them. And you needn’t do all of this perfectly, especially as you learn the ropes; you just need to keep your eyes open, learn from your mistakes and do what you can to correct them. I’ll be very happy to advise you as you go along, just as I’ve been doing.”
“I see,” I said, as a lightbulb went on inside my head. “So what I think you’re saying is that one main difference between men and women is the aftermath of sex. For women I don’t care about like Mrs. Dieks, I can just dump my load and leave, although even for her not always; but for the women I care more about such as Mrs. Grady, there needs to be a deeper connection.”
“Yes, the most basic human need is to be wanted,” Ms. Chan continued “And that need applies to everything. Certainly a woman wants to be perceived as sexy and alluring, but she also wants to be needed. Your mother is the rare woman who has the opportunity to get it all from one person… and that person is you. But she can’t receive those things if you don’t give them to her… and I mean all of them.”
“And how do I do that?” I asked, knowing that was exactly what I wanted: to be my mother’s everything.
“Well, the sex side is obvious, and it appears you’re doing a bang-up job there,” she said, smiling at her own playful pun.
“I’ll just keep banging away until I’ve perfected it,” I quipped back, going along with her pun.
“I know you will,” she nodded with a warm smile. “But she also needs to be needed in her maternal role as a mother. She needs you to need her in that very different role. She’s not just some bimbo slut, no matter how much you both enjoy that role for her; she’s also a wise, nurturing, strong woman who’s raised you well, so she still needs you to lean on her when that’s appropriate. But like I said about her returning the favour, you can’t lean on her totally: if you ever fell completely apart in front of her, it might shatter her world. I think that last point is true, anyway. She might instead astound the hell out of us both and be a pillar of strength for her beloved son: who can ever tell for certain about such things?”