“Boundaries?” I asked. “What kind of boundaries?”
“For example,” she said, “there would be no unwanted touching and we wouldn’t let either of you do or try anything that would hurt you. We also agreed that there would never be any vaginal intercourse. On top of all that, we agreed that neither of us would violate the trust of either of you. That means we wouldn’t blab about stuff.”
“Bobby, I promise… with all my heart…. I haven’t spoken to your father about anything we’ve said or done.” She squeezed my hand and looked right at me and said “And, you have my solemn promise that I won’t. But, you see now why I let you inside me. Do you understand now?”
It was a shit load to grasp. Thinking back to the talk Mom and I had yesterday in the laundry room…. even then, I was wondering why she never told Dad when she found her and Linda’s panties in my room. If she wanted to bust me, she had an excellent chance to do it then. And yes, when we talked about it, she seemed genuinely understanding when it all came out that I was sniffing their panties when I masturbated. She wasn’t mad at all.
“Mom,” I asked her, “does this mean Dad is messing around with Linda?”
“Somehow I knew you were going to ask that.” She said.
“Truthfully,” she continued, “I have no idea. I’ve never asked him, and he’s never said he was or that he wasn’t. Your sister has never indicated if he has or hasn’t. But, she’s well adjusted, smart, emotionally well balanced and completely comfortable with him — just like she is with you and just like she is with me. He loves her very much, just as he loves you and I know he wouldn’t do anything to ever hurt her or take advantage of her. If anything has happened, they’ve kept it between them selves, and you need to respect their privacy in that. Don’t go asking questions or start snooping around. The one you hurt will end up being your sister, and I don’t think you want to do that.”
“Baby, let me make this real simple for you.” She finally said. “If you’re curious about sex, or the female body, or the male body or want to talk about stuff or explore things you might have seen or heard about, your father and I are willing to be here for you and it will be kept private and within the guidelines your father and I agreed to.”
“Hmm, that’s kind of mind blowing.” I said “You mean if Linda or I just walked up to Dad…. and out of the blue asked if we could, uh… see his penis, he would pull his pants down and show us?”
“Most likely…. probably so…. but somehow I can’t imagine him just pulling it out without at least some discussion and doing it in private.” She answered. “But, can you tell me…. why do you ask? Do you want to see your father’s penis?”
“It was just an example, Mom.” I replied.
“Well, I don’t think that’s so far fetched at all….. I mean…. your sister asked to see my breasts.” She said. “I don’t see what the difference is if you wanted to see his penis.”
“So anything goes except intercourse? Why did you make that rule?” I asked.
“Bobby, be careful not to put words in my mouth.” She chided me. “I didn’t say anything goes. What I said was ‘if there was a need’ and ‘once you got to be adults’ and no ‘vaginal’ intercourse.”
“Okay,” I said, “I remember you saying that now. So, why no vaginal intercourse?”
“Because, Bobby….. I love your father and he’s my lover. That’s something reserved just for him. I’ve only done that with two guys my whole life. I promised him there would not be a third.” She answered.
“Hmm, I see… I think. So that’s why you were okay with touching me and sucking me and me sucking and touching you?”
“Yes,” she said, “that’s exactly right. One more thing, baby, and this is really important to me. I am not a slut, Bobby. I can help you experience some things, find out what you like and don’t like and help you learn about sex so you don’t have to experiment in the back seat of a car with some girl that you might get pregnant. I’m still your mother and you have to respect me and treat me as such. Is that fair?”
“Mom,” I answered, “I’m sorry for getting all weird on you before and upset about you saying something to Dad. I understand everything you said and I guess I’m pretty lucky to have parents like you.”
She leaned forward and kissed me softly on the cheek. “Mom, I appreciate you explaining everything to me, and I understand now. I feel like I want to tell you some things, too….. so, can we talk for a little while longer?”
She smiled and nodded her head. “Sure, baby, you can say whatever you need to say.” She said. “Let’s just lay together and you can talk. I’ll just listen until you’re done.”
I shuffled from the sideways position I was in, straightened the pillows and laid down. She lay across from me, on my Dad’s side, and she turned toward me. When we were settled, she smoothed her long hair back behind her ears and just looked at me….. waiting.
“To tell you the truth,” I said looking over at her, “I’m not sure where to begin. I guess I want to say first that I’m sorry for getting upset earlier. I should have trusted you more and I hope you can forgive me for that.”
She smiled and stroked my cheek with her hand and played with my hair, pushing it out of my eyes. “It’s forgotten, baby.” She said.
“Next,” I continued, “I wasn’t completely honest with you before when I said I’d only seen you naked a couple of times. I also saw you with Dad in your bedroom one night a few months ago. I watched you guys from the hallway when you thought I wasn’t home. It was that day you two had gone to Uncle Mike’s and I was going to stay over night at Reggie’s house with a bunch of friends and Linda was at school. Well, we got too loud and Reggie’s Mom got mad at us and told us all to go home.”
“Go on.” She said.
“So, I thought you guys would be sleeping and I tried to be as quiet as I could, but, when I got in the hallway, your light was on and I heard sounds. Your door was open a few inches and I looked in.”
“I see.” She said. “How long did you watch?”
“I don’t know,” I replied, “a long time… maybe 30 or 45 minutes.”
“Hmm.” She said tentatively. “Bobby, I need to ask you this and I want to you to be honest with me….. what did you see?”
“Mom, it’s not like I was trying to sneak around so much as it was I was absolutely unable to turn away. You guys were doing things and saying things and I got turned on watching you….. I couldn’t turn away.”
“I think I remember the night, Bobby.” She said. “We were being frisky because we knew there was no one home. It was wrong for you to watch, I hope you know that. But, I still want you to answer me and tell me what you saw.”
“Mom, this is really hard for me to talk about, you know?” I said.
“Yes,” she agreed, “I can imagine it is. But, I need to know what you saw and you owe it to me to be honest about it.”
“I know,” I replied, “I’m just afraid you’re going to be mad at me if I tell you.”
“I can’t change what’s happened, Bobby.” She said. “You have to take responsibility for your actions. I’m not going to be mad as long as you’re honest with me now.”
“Okay,” I said.
Then I told her everything I saw. How I saw my dad bending over the bed and my mom behind him with a dildo strapped to her waist, fucking him with it, and then how I saw her get on the bed and let Dad fuck her in her ass. I told her everything.
Through out my confession, I found it hard to look at her. But, I was honest and truthful and I told her everything. When I was done, I apologized again for spying on them.
She stared up at the ceiling above the bed for several minutes and then she turned to me. “Bobby, when you get married, you and your wife are probably going to share your fantasies and kinks with each other. You’re going to find that every now and then, you’ll want to be extra frisky and try to live some of those fantasies out together. Married people do that sometimes just to keep the sparks warm in the bedroom. It’s a matter of marriage survival, baby. You won’t understand that now, but, you’ll understand that when the time comes.”
Before I could respond, she continued, saying “I want you to promise me right now you’ll never ever say anything about what you saw to anyone else — that includes your best friend, your girlfriends, your wife, your sister, or your Dad — absolutely no one.”
“Mom, I promise. You have my word on it.” I answered.
“Baby,” she looked at me with a serious expression on her face, “your father is a very proud and macho kind of man. If he knew you had seen him like that, I can’t imagine how he would feel or what he would do. I’m not asking this for me, but I’m asking it for him. It would be devastating for him….. it would break his heart if he knew you saw him in that position.”
“No problem, Mom.” I said. “It’s never changed the way I felt about you or him, anyway.”
“I’m glad to hear you say that.” She said. “But, I don’t want you to have the wrong impression about what you saw that night, either. Let me just put it like this….. normal and everyday people really do have, and, enjoy anal sex. And, regardless of what you might think right now, men can enjoy anal stimulation very much because their prostrate gland is right in there. So, don’t get some idea that anal sex is some kind of unusual kinky thing that normal people don’t do. Yes, your father and I have anal sex from time to time. I enjoy it and so does he. But his personal likes and desires are his business, not yours.”