She looked right at the camera and began blowing kisses at it before she started moaning in pleasure from her son’s prick in her mouth while he ate her out. When he exploded in her mouth unexpectedly, she gagged and swallowed in spite of herself, not knowing what else to do. Then she rushed to the bathroom, still naked, her son following her in a state of panic. Had they rehearsed this or not? Was this meant to make me feel jealousy or what?
I just knew that, as I automatically recorded all Skype calls, there would now be more legal evidence of Ashley and Brian than there ever was of me committing incest. Ashley just handed me some leverage, whether she knew it or not, probably out of jealousy or spite. Anything that she thought that she had on me… that was tame compared to this. Since I was still in the habit of viewing her as an adversary, due to our court battles, it didn’t even occur to me to think of anything beyond the power it gave me over her, my ex.
For someone as supposedly smart as Ashley, she had played this round or game or whatever stupidly, probably reacting out of jealousy mixed with envy or disgust or false moral outrage. Clearly, what she resented was that she didn’t have a man under her thumb… or did she? Maybe it was that she knew that I was that desirable to ladies at my age… and her own sex appeal was a bit more niche. She was certainly in MILF/cougar territory, but that at least in some circles was considered a fetish or kink. Sure, it was popular, but she knew that her dating options were lower than they used to be. Well, this might make her famous, or infamous, but it would probably be bad for her legal welfare.
When I hung up and walked away from the screen, she sent me another request on FaceTime. I answered that and she laughed despite obvious awkwardness over the sex tape that she just sent to me. Her face was flushed and I noticed that she was still nude. I wasn’t sure if she threw up her son’s jizz or not, but the way that he appeared behind her made it clear that she had some kind of hold on him. Then she pulled him into a deep tongue kiss and I recorded that as well, of course.
“Two can play that game, Simon, as you can see. You want to diddle our daughters? I can make sweet love to my son. You like incest… fair enough… so do I. I’ve probably been reading the same writers online as you, well, maybe not all of the same. Now we both have our own dark secrets of taboo or forbidden love affairs. By the way, did Janine’s tight gash make up for her smaller bust? I heard that you went bareback in her… I hope that there’s no baby from that. It could get awkward if there is,” Ashley smiled triumphantly, as if she won some unexpected victory over me.
That was when it hit me… Ashley wanted to make me jealous… maybe that was projection and she actually was jealous herself? Why else would she get all bothered by the thought of sweet Janine’s “tight gash,” as she put it? Why would she compare what she thought was Janine’s best trait with her own… her breasts? Well, admittedly, Ashley was somewhat… busty, had been for years. Why would Ashley still feel jealous after all of these years, anyway? She didn’t still hold any kind of torch for me after all of these years, she who cheated on me?
“Nice to hear from you, too, Ash,” I told her abruptly and dismissively as I hung up.
She tried to get me back on there, but I wasn’t interested. I wasn’t sure if this was just a single, unrepeated instance meant to get under my skin or not, but I knew that Ashley risked a lot more by her actions than I had by what happened accidentally last night. I knew that there was legal exposure. I knew that, if she indeed did this just to fuck with me, her son might feel manipulated, deceived, exploited, or whatever. I personally believed that the words “exploitation” and “objectification” represented something inevitable and inescapable as part of life and human relations. Even so, people could feel that way, or could at least feel manipulated and deceived, and that included Brian Scott, the only son of my ex-wife, Ashley Scott.
That was when I heard a knock at the door. I opened it out of sheer curiosity, and to my shock, all three of my daughters burst through the door. Wait, how did they get here, and how did they get here that fast? Did they Uber or something? Did they have the funds for that? Well, pooling them, they probably would, and they might have counted on me for the return trip. I naturally hugged and kissed all three of them just before one of them answered the next attempt by Ashley to contact me.
“Oh, hi, Mom,” Angel told her mother, who turned pale as she realized that she stood naked with her son in front of his sisters, “hi, Brian. How’s sex with Mom? How does Brian compare to Daddy, Mom? In bed, I mean. Do you enjoy incest?”
“Angel… I… I… um,” Mom stammered before blurting, “you did it first, you with your father!”
“You cheated first and made Brian. I guess that gets Daddy off the hook for his own affairs,” Angel retorted without either confirming or denying her mother’s accusations.
“Um… oh, look… I just wanted your father to see how… sickening and wrong it was… the incest. That was all. Brian was only too happy to help me illustrate my point, good boy that he is,” Ashley got visibly flustered, of course, defending her actions to her daughter.
“So, by that logic, Daddy was just showing you how bad adultery is and letting you feel his pain, to force you to feel empathy and understand why your infidelity hurt him so much. Or maybe you just had it coming… and it was just revenge. Nice little bit of justification there. Nice little fig leaf to cover your ass, Mom,” Angel replied.
“It doesn’t look that covered to me,” Becca chimed in, making all of us burst into laughter.
“Yes, and I’m sure that the teenage boy living with his mother isn’t at all motivated by Oedipal lusts or anything of the sort. It was all an altruistic part in an act to drive home a point by his mother, that was all. Getting his mother to take his oral cherry had nothing to do with it. You swallowed, too!” I chuckled now.
Brian blushed a bit before I had mercy on him, “Sorry, kid. I wasn’t trying to belittle you. You’re just a healthy, red-blooded teenage boy, a virgin from the sound of it. You’re just being you. You don’t have to explain. Hot cougar action, the heat of a forbidden romance, very taboo, very naughty or illegal or whatever. It’s hard to resist, for whatever reason she gives you. The truth is that she did want to fuck with me… but she doesn’t want to admit the fact that she chose a very specific way to do it… for a reason.”
“Yeah, little brother… face facts… Mom was twisting you around a bit… but Mom, you need to face facts, too… you got the hots for our brother, at least a little. He wasn’t so repulsive that you went out to find someone else… oh, wait, there are only so many guys with whom she could commit a similar type of incest. None of that would be illegal, like what Mom did with you is. It turns out that, here in Ohio, it’s only criminal incest if committed between a parent and his or her offspring. That’s you two,” Lauren added her own two cents.
“Look, Mom, Brian, we love both of you, but I don’t like being lied to, manipulated, turned into pawns with which you can hurt Daddy… none of that. Yes, we’re close to our father. Why not? He’s an awesome guy. No, not perfect, but he’s amazing… and lovable… and just plain great! He’s smart, he’s handsome, he’s successful, you could go on… and you lost him by cheating on him.
“We were too young to understand the details back then… we just knew that you hurt Daddy, that much was clear back then, and that he left because you hurt him. We could see the pain in his eyes. We could see the pain, the anger, the sadness in him. He just wasn’t as happy as he used to be. We figured it out, especially me, as the eldest.
“We knew that Brian was a good baby and that it wasn’t his fault. It was Mommy’s fault and that she did something bad around the same time that hurt Daddy,” Angel read her mother the Riot Act for once.
“Well, I know that I screwed up, okay? I tried to believe that it was justified somehow, that I was a special case. Sometimes, I still catch myself feeling that way, and every time that I feel all morally superior and all that… something happens that knocks me down off my pedestal. Even so, I still felt that I could have been punished, Simon could have done his thing, spread his seed, or whatever, and then we could have reconciled… and he could have claimed Brian as his own. I didn’t think that it was right to punish him for what I did,” Ashley stood there, hot, sweaty, and naked, while whining about the fact that I didn’t take her back.
“Yeah, nothing against Brian, but I thought that he should have a relationship with his own father, not with me. I wasn’t going to let another man duck his job. He had to take his lumps, too. But you didn’t let that happen, did you? You never let him have a relationship with you, though I admit that he could have fought for it. He was probably a married man with other kids. I figured that there was no other way that would happen. You wanted him to leave his wife for you, at least when we divorced, but he didn’t, so you punished Brian yourself by denying his father in order to punish the baby daddy,” I flipped the script pretty easily, making it clear that I wasn’t the one punishing an innocent boy.