5 comments/ 10447 views/ 15 favorites The Comedy of Rex Edison By: TrojanSnake Author's note: Inspired from a tale of Sophia Cleese. ***** The story of a man who sleighed his father, wed his mother and had sex with her, then lost his site. My mother screamed. Mother was hysterical. My mom laughed so hard, I thought she would pee in her panties. Except of course she had none. She and I were both naked on the bed. Perhaps I ought to start from the beginning. I got a call one day at the office. It was from my step-sister. "Mom's dying!" "What are you talking about?" Carmen Casta, my step-sister who was the daughter of mom's second husband, lived with them in Thebes, Illinois. I lived in Winnipeg, Canada. My dad had joined me up there recently. "I overheard Jolene, talking on the phone. She said it out loud." "You must have mistaken her, Carmen." "What could I get misunderstand, when she used the words, 'I'm dying'? Then a few moments later she mentioned, 'Cancer'. A minute or two later she said, 'I only have three months'. I know that my father doesn't know yet and he'll be devastated, but I don't think it's my place to tell him such bad tidings. But I figured you ought to know, since you're so far away and her only son." "God! Thanks, Carmen, for letting me know. I'm going to come down as soon as I can. Don't tell mom that I'm going to be arriving as she'll try to talk me out of it. Not that she could, but I would rather avoid a useless argument." "Sure, no problem. Listen, my dad and I are going on a week's trip in a few days. Maybe you could be here just after we leave, so she won't be alone. She probably hasn't told dad because she doesn't want to spoil the trip. She knows he wouldn't leave if he knew. We're going to look at a couple of colleges, for me to decide where I want to apply to, for next year. We've planned this for a long time. If you're here I would feel better about going. You can stay in my room, so you wouldn't have to get a motel nor sleep on the fold-out couch. We're leaving in three days. Does that work for you?" "Perfect, I'll be there just after you guys are gone, and I'll plan to stay more than a week, so I'll see you when you get back. Just don't tell, Jo." Jolene was my mother's first name, but 'Jo' was what everybody called her, even me sometimes. I also called her mom, and I called her at least once a week to keep in touch. We have always been very close. But since I have been up in Canada, I don't see her as much as I would like. I own a very successful snowmobile dealership/lease/rentals in Winnipeg. But this was the beginning of December, and a sideline part of my business during the holiday season was my sleigh rentals. That's right, just like the one Santa uses, a sleigh; snow skid rails to run on, front and back seats, red with white and gold trim; straight out of the 1880's. Only these were built fifty years ago, and use horses to draw them rather than reindeer. In fact, we supply the parade sleigh for the local Santa, mounted on a float of course. Tourists, a large part of the holiday business, love to 'go dashing through the snow, in a one horse open sleigh'; over the fields they go, laughing all the way. Or they'll rent the snowmobiles, either way, there's profit. I don't make a huge profit on the sleigh end of the business, but the advertising value is super and definitely worth it. I told dad what was going on with mom. He didn't feel that it would be right to show up for a visit this early in her illness. Especially if she hadn't yet told her current spouse even. He asked what he could do, while I was away. My regular manager could handle most everything, but I told pop that if he could deal with the sleigh rental end, that would be one less thing for my employee to worry about. He agreed to take on the responsibility. So I put him in one of the sleds and let him see what it felt like to be Santa. He laughed all the way. "You 'sleigh' me!" he said chuckling on his return, "That is a great ride!" I knew that my father would be able to convey that sense of merriment to the folks who inquired about how enjoyable the experience was. Indeed, dad did twenty percent better sales over the whole season than we had last year. So that had been a smart move on my part. What was not so smart was showing up unannounced on my mother's door step, six hours after Carmen and her father had left. First she thought something was wrong with pop, then it was her husband and Carmen had been in a crash. Mom always thought the worse had happened, any time the phone rang late at night, or someone showed up unexpectedly, or there was a fire siren when she was away from the house. "My home is up in flames!" always the pessimist, my mother. I think that stemmed from her childhood, where there had been quite a lot of real tragedy that happened over the years. It scarred her in ways that were psychological, though physically she had never been touched by any serious injury or illness. Up until now. But I was sure the current bad news would be devastating, and I knew she would need all the morale boosting help she could get, to face dying of cancer in just three months. I had another motive for wanting so see mom while she was still relatively healthy for a short while. Jolene and I had always been close, very close. Closer that most sons and mothers get, especially I am talking about physically. Though we never had actually had sex, we had been involved in intimate foreplay when I was in my late teens, just out of high school. She and dad had separated and we were both emotionally leaning on each other in those days. Was it incestuous, those few years after they split, but before she met Juan? Juan 'Jack' Casta was an ex-Cuban entrepreneur who had a thriving lumber mill in Illinois. Yes it was indecent, but discrete, incest of a sort perhaps, but we never consummated our erotic relationship, much to my regret. Perhaps to mom's sorrow too, I thought. She had been reluctant to go that far with her young son; well I was 18, I thought I was mature for my years and I certainly didn't feel restrained by her age. Even though we didn't actually have sex, we became awfully familiar, more than just cozy. Once we had made each other cum, we did it often, as we had all but become lovers, and we came closer and closer to that point of no return. Now I was twenty-nine and divorced myself. While she was married again, I knew there was only a small window remaining if we were ever to make love. Jack's and Carmen's trip out of town was essentially the only possibility. On the plane I remembered the last time we had had flirted with danger, narrowing missing disaster when Jack had dropped by and nearly caught us together in a compromising situation. It had started on the couch, as so often the sofa had been the playground for foreplay that had led to the mattress. After maternal external massages of my private parts and I hers as well, then on her bed we gave into our lustful needs, nearly having intercourse. Each of the numerous encounters of our mutual kissing and touching spiraled in and up, drawing us tighter, higher and less in control of our emotions and desires, until that last evening. We had been home, after a nice dinner which we had shared. Not just consuming the meal, but I helped to cook, I set the table, I did dishes while she dried. She counted that domestic partnering of chores, as a romantic thing and it put her 'in the mood'. Perhaps because she never had that kind of mutuality with pop, she saw me as a sort of surrogate spouse. But I was fully aware of the seductive power that making supper and cleaning up afterwards provided to our evening. For whatever reason, it actually made her horny, and I was the guy who was to benefit from those stimulated stirrings within her. We were comfortably situated on the sofa; mom had changed into her robe, I in just some old shorts and a tee shirt. She had cuddled up to me while we were reading, not an unusual position for an evening when there was nothing on TV. Soon however, she tilted her head up and looked at me. I knew that signal and kissed her on the lips, I caressed her hair, which was a big turn-on for her. As things quickly became a necking session, the magazine and book slid to the floor, while my hands were slipping inside her robe. She hadn't any top on, and I thought it was likely that her panties were a loose old pair that could easily be peeled off her hips. The belt to the robe was hardly any barrier, and in no time her two globes were exposed to my view and being caressed by my palms. As the robe slid off her shoulders my stroking fingers sought her mons and sure enough the cotton material at her crotch was damp. I put my hand inside that flimsy clothing and she spread her thighs. My digits sought the gooey gash and divided her labia seeking the entrance to her wet cavity. The waistband of worn out elastic was pulled lower so that I had freedom to play in her womanhood all I wanted. The undies were so useless that they just finally fell to her ankles as I slipped my middle finger inside and diddled her, while my thumb grazed across the nubbin of joy. Mom was breathing heavy, but she had the presence of mind to occasionally grasp my boner rising stiffly between her abdomen and my flat hard belly. Her mouth was also making attacks on my lips and face with a very intense kind of hunger, a lust that was building and needed release soon I was sure. I continued my own assault of steady seduction, with the right hand between her legs and the other fondling her breasts. The left one also guided her fumbling to my groin and made a sweep over her soft buns once in a while. Things were getting hot. Before we rolled to the floor, off the edge of the couch, mom panted to me, "The bed, we need to get to the bed." That was a move that we had never done before. We had fiddled on the divan and wrestled on the floor. We even had a liaison on one of the kitchen chairs as she sat on my lap facing me; my suckling of mom's mams was sweet like that. My jockey shorts the only thing that prevented penetration that time. Our trysts had taken place using a blanket on our backyard lawn (thank heavens for the high fence), once even standing in the shower, but never on The Bed. Not my narrow single mattress, but her queen size bed, where she had lain with dad, and maybe her new friend, Jack. That place was reserved for her resting, and marital wrestling of the sexual sort, Jack was a possible candidate for a second hubby. But sex with her son had not been yet allowed by her conscience. I had been glad for wherever and whatever whenever our assignations had happened. I understood that she had self-imposed limits, even though we had certainly gone beyond the pale of what society would have considered appropriate, to say the least. But now she was taking me to bed, the sofa was playground, but the bed was the major leagues sporting arena. This was serious, this looked like we were headed to a real encounter, a step beyond anything our messing around had been before. The robe and panties were left on the living room floor. My shirt and shorts were stripped as we staggered down the hall, our hands all over each other and our mouths trying to keep contact. Naked we stumbled into her room and tumbled onto the bed. It was neatly turned-down waiting her arrival to fall asleep. Now we fell upon the mattress and the bedding was quickly mussed, as we struggled to position ourselves toward the middle. I was rolling over her, her thighs spread to cradle her son in the saddle of her womanhood; I centered my body to take aim. My boner plowed through the fluffy muff of pubic growth on her mons. It was hunting the groove that was greased with her lubricant. It moved lower to better part the labia and mashed off the mark, but the hard muscle realigned and went skidding along her divine divide. Now the moment had to be close. I could feel the wetness on my tip, more than any pre-cum could drip. Mom's arms wrapped around me and her tits cushioned my chest as I lay on her, though supporting my weight on my elbows. My hands clutched her shoulders, to provide leverage as I shifted upwards needing entry. My hips hunched, to direct the missile that would seek the silo of her carnal cavity, to bury itself in her hot tender tissues and fuck her furiously. The head of my dick had discovered that special spot, was dipping into the cauldron of my mother's most secret place, the hollow of my own origin. I should have not paused, I ought to have shoved my shank deep and let her have the long love-lance that at last was poised to possess her. But I did. If I had not, possibly there would have been no stopping us, no matter what the consequences, all else be damned and it would have been done. Jack had a key. Jack had arrived, unexpected and let himself in, thank God through the kitchen door at the far end of the house. 'Bang!' "Jolene, Sweet-Pea! I brought some steaks and beer; thought we'd grill 'em tomorrow night and invite the neighbors. Sorry I'm arriving late, the mill had trouble with the line. Had to replace the blade, those cussed things are a pain in the ass! Jo? You home, are ya awake?" Mother and I looked at each other, and jumped apart. Mom rolled off the bed and grabbed her other robe from the closet. "Aiee! Rex, get the clothes from the hall and living room and stick them under the stereo cabinet. I'll stall him in the kitchen. I'm sorry, Baby; I forgot he said he might be over tonight. Dinner was such a delight; it just plum slipped my mind." She stuck her head out the door as she worked to get the garment on and tied. "JACK! I'll be right there, Honey. I was just about to take myself a bath. Set down and pop us a couple of brews, Sugar. Wait for me there, please!" She motioned me to leave after her and hurried out. So that was as close as we had got. After that, Jack was pretty much around so regular that there wasn't much of a chance to return to the moment that had been our most intimate. As well, I could see that he and mom were hitting it off great and I didn't want to spoil her chances for another husband and happiness. It wasn't like I could marry her. Although, as it turned out, I did. Performed the ceremony that is. Strange as it sounds, it's true; in the nine months that Jack wooed her 'til he wed her, I got a Justice of the Peace license. I had been looking for ways to make some extra bucks. A buddy of mine suggested that since old man 'Judge' Simpson was retiring, that I apply. It came with the Notary Public package of responsibilities that I assumed, when I was sworn in. That was before I decided to head north to Winnipeg, where I got involve with the snowmobile business and acquired a few sleighs. I began to advertise on line with a website. "Winter s'no fun, unless you've got snow fun-mobiles! (Or try a sleigh today)" - Edison's Winter Sports-Mobiles, Park St., Winnipeg. Things took off nicely. Soon I was making a name for myself and having a growing establishment. I became quite involved in the community up there and between one thing and another didn't get back to Illinois very often. Mom was happy with Jack and they were raising Carmen. I then got hitched to a tourist gal visiting from Chicago. But that only lasted a couple of years. She decided she would rather move to California, be warm, and try modeling 'cause she was hot. I didn't even have to pay alimony. The sex was good with my wife, but not with the same edge of excitement that had been with mom, even though we had not quite screwed. I always wondered how it would have been, if mother and I had not been interrupted by Jack and nearly been discovered 'in flagrante delicto'. I was sorry that we never got the chance to consummate our lust. I didn't fly down to see my mother for only that reason. But that thought did cross my mind. She and I were still very close, and perhaps if it was unfinished business for her, like I felt it was for me, maybe she might let me bed her. However, I would have to make a good case for our having sex. Mom would be no push over. I decided that perhaps if I could explain to her about what my desires truly were, she would see that it was something that would give me a most special memory of her, before she was gone. I knocked on her door and Jo Casta answered. She swung the front portal open and took one look at me, and in her eyes I saw the fear of racking grief she always expected. Only this was her own, I had come to share the burden of. Or so I thought. "Rex Edison! Puss, what are you doing here?" Mom called me her pussycat, 'Puss' for short, 'cause when I was fourteen I was in a local theater production of 'Cats' the musical, and the nickname stuck, but only with mom, thank God! "I just was missing my most favorite lady in the whole world and decided that I needed to come and visit her. I thought it would be a nice surprise." "Rex, you know what I think about surprises. But, of course I'm glad to see you anytime. How's the frozen North, and your dad?" "I call him 'pop-cicle', 'cause he's a sweet guy, but he gets cold unless I remind him to bundle up. He still thinks Winnipeg has the same climate as Louisville, and forgets to dress in layers. How are Jack and Carmen? Are they around?" (As if I didn't know, playing dumb. If Jo knew that I had spoken to her step-daughter, she would have guessed that I knew her bad news. I thought it would be better to let her tell me directly, in her own time.) "No they left on a college tour trip, for Carmen to look at schools she might be interested in applying to. They left this morning, in fact, so it's just you and me. How long are you down for?" "At least a week, but we'll see. Dad and my manager are able to handle things fine without me for a while." (I'm thinking that I could be staying until the bitter end.) "Great! Then I'm going to enlist you to help me work on holiday decorations I'm making for the orphanage." (Mother always had some charity she was involved in.) Then we can go out to dinner and afterwards let's sit down and talk about how you are doing and maybe reminisce about some old times when it used to be just the two of us." (Was she thinking about what I was thinking? Could mom be interested in 'unfinished business' as well?) I found out her project was making stockings for hanging by the chimney (a fake fire place put up for that purpose at the Children's Home). So Santa knew where to leave the presents (donated toys) and had something put the fruits and nuts and candy in, for the kids. We cut the patterns out of red and green felt, someone else was to sew them up, and a third person was to trim them with decorations. We did forty pieces, for the twenty socks that were planned. Dinner was at a fancy French style restaurant and we had lots of wine. Then when we were home, I made hot-toddies for us to sip while we talked on the couch. Mom was loosened up from the booze, so I thought I could try some of what had gone on, back when we were 'messing around'; in the times we had been 'just the two of us', between husbands, horny and alone together. After some initial conversation, I leaned over and kissed her. Actually, I Frenched her. "Mmm, you haven't done that in a long time." (Good! No objections.) "I've miss you a lot mom, and I've missed our intimacy, and I know I will miss you even more so, later." (First opening into the delicate subject of death.) "You know, I missed it too. I love Jack, and he is okay as a lover, but there was always something extra-especially-tingly about our . . intimacy. I'm glad you don't look back on that time with any regrets or embarrassment." "I do have a small regret, mom, not about what we did, but sort of one about what we didn't." "You mean . . that we never . ." "Never consummated our physical relationship." The Comedy of Rex Edison "Oh for God's sake, Rex, I'm ME, say it plain, don't 'pussyfoot' around the subject, Puss. You mean you wished we'd fucked." "I'm sorry, Jo; that we never made love." "I know, I am also, in a way. I mean, that might have not been right, back then, but what we did, wasn't exactly . . uhm-err . . 'kosher' seems to fit the situation. I likely would have eventually screwed with you; if I hadn't met Jack. Good lord! We almost did, didn't we? But now, I guess it's too late." "Is it?" "Isn't it?" "What if, one of us was not going to be around for a long, long time? And we still had feelings for one another. Maybe just once we might . . show our everlasting love by sharing that ultimate expression of physical affection? To demonstrate that not even time and distance, nor death (there I said the word) could separate us, our love is so deep and strong and eternal." "That's a whole lot of stuff you just had coming out of your mouth. I have a much better thing for you to do with your lips than talk nonsense." She kissed me and we began to make out, just like old times. It turned into a tangle of tongues and our arms went into a mutual hug. I caressed her hair (that was a turn-on to her, I remembered - how could I forget?) and she stroked my back. I tested her openness by running my hand up her side and my thumb found the underside of her breast. Mom moaned in pleasure, took the hand and put it on her teat so it was cupping the soft fullness of her mammary. I began to get hard. I took a breather and said, "What if one of us really wanted to resolve those feelings and finished what we had started, before it was too late for us to complete things. What I told you that it has been my burning desire to have you; and it would be my last wish that you could grant, the final present that you give me. Not just the ultimate intimacy, but the last one, and not to be the lost one; which it could be, if we don't act very soon." "Oh, Baby! Is it that bad, do you need me that much, that way?" My hand was now going up her dress; I was touching her thighs, just like our make out sessions way back when. Like Marty McFly, but without the scruples and wanting to let the Oedipus urges loose, to go back to the time when mom was willing to be mine. I sought her panties and found them damp. I rubbed her crotch, trying to make things as hot as they had been when we came close to the danger zone. When the line was all but crossed, and we were moments away from doing it. Mom didn't seem to be backing down, like she hadn't back then either that last time, she reached out and worked on my belt and then popped the snap and boldly undid the zipper. I managed to get her blouse unbuttoned while she was making her efforts and then she let me undo her bra too. Her nipples were the ruddy half dollar caps I remembered, with the berry buds that love to be suckled. I locked my lips on those points and provided my patented son-sucking, I had so long to do. Jeez, how I missed those tits! Mother was holding my head and running her fingers through my hair as I nursed. She had an agenda of her own, once I had managed to shove my jeans and underpants down to the knees, she grasped my dick and began to manipulate the staff, and coddle the testicles, with gentle rolling of my balls. No one could do it as wonderful as Jo. I was raging, but I knew enough to wait. We disengaged for more undressing. She undid her side zipper for her skirt and I skinned out of my dress shirt, tearing off a couple of buttons in my frenzy. We clasp each other so that our chest to breasts contact was full-on, as we made lip linking and Frenching our smacking snack of the moment. "Mom," I said, "Heaven can't get any better than this. Mom, I love your body, and I want to remember this night for the rest of my life." "I'm going to make that happen, Darling, help me off with my skirt." I took hold of her dress by the material at the hips and shucked it off her. "You are going to take me and remember this! For whatever you have left, you won't go with any regrets, I promise you." "Mom, this is something I have felt we should do, because our love transcends beyond the veil of tears which we call life, and through uniting in this way, our spirits will never be parted." She had been getting my shoes off and then pulling on the pants legs to get me totally unclothed. She only had her soaked scanties on, a mere wisp of cotton to cover her privates and now with my fingers hooked in them they descended down her long legs to puddle on the floor. She looked at me with a meaningful expression, the intention of which was clear when she said, "Let's go to my bed, shall we?" We walked hand in hand to her room. Jolene stripped the blanket of with one mighty yank. We crawled to the middle of the wide mattress, then we embraced in each other's arms. There we lay side by side, savoring the happiness we felt being with one another, finally as a couple again and with the knowledge of what was about to take place. The anticipation of our love making almost driving the pain of mom's short future from my awareness, but not completely. I looked at the magnificent woman, naked in her glory, the most erotic sight in my life, then and now and for always and ever. I told her that, in those very terms in between the multitude of kisses and nibbles and suckles I covered her body with; every inch was worshiped with my lips and tongue. But when she lay back and spread her thighs, my prayers were answered and paradise beckoned my mouth to feast on the flesh of Venus. I was intoxicated by the wine of her love oils and never had I been happier to create pleasure at the feminine center of sex. That glorious joy of rolling the little bud with your tongue, which thrills a woman, was mine to give mom. I always found that to be one of the best things in life and I indulged myself, taking the time to do it right. My curls and strumming and long licks, lapping in her lap, were driving Jolene wild. She was spasming with cums and gripping my head like she was hanging on for dear life. She finally needed to catch her breath. But that had been a special treat for both of us. Then I let my mouth and lips rove over the whole of her sex and do a number on all that territory. This was going to be a leisurely loving, so I took my time and gave her every trick I had ever learned. I knew she was appreciative as her moans and the most amazing set of squeaks, squawks and squeals I had ever hear from a gal were issued forth as she squirmed and bucked to my administrations. I let her have a few minutes to reciprocate orally, but I was primed for the main event already. Getting a woman hot always was the most powerful aphrodisiac to my libido. I was eager to bury my full length in her twat, and couldn't wait any longer. She could meddle with lollipop lollygagging later, I had to plug into the well of her womanhood in a hurry, or blow the first load down her throat. The choice was obvious, the obscenely sexy vision of my mother deep-throating me was almost too much to be seen and not succumb to her sucking; so I had to return her to the obverse position where I hovered over her in a replay of the day Jack was my killjoy. Her legs opened, her thighs spread, her arms reached out, her eyes were heavy lidded with fuck lust and she was ready for my penetration. Nothing would interrupt this carnal consummation, I would not stop now, could not stop now, even if God and all his angels were to barge in and denounce us for the incest we were committed to completing. My arms wrapped around her, lifting my mom into an enfolding embrace. My lips kissed her sweetly, tenderly, with love for the woman who had given me life, who had instilled my independent spirit, who was willing to be my lover with her body. Mother kissed me back and looking directly into my eyes, simply nodded her acknowledgment that our moment was upon us and she was accepting of my manhood's entry to her sacred hole, and gladly. Once more my tip was dipping in the sopping center of her sex, to test the soggy swamp that it found, a trap of quicksand tissues that it sank into, almost as if sucked in, so easy did the probe push within the mushy flesh. But then the heat and depth suddenly became a glove which stretched over the thick digit that slowly, but never stopping; gradually, but inevitably, inexorability made progress inside. Those Kegel muscles that grip in a woman's vagina were making their power felt and it was like entering a virgin almost. Mom must have been years practicing whatever exercises the secret love arts of the Geisha - or Arabian harems - or French courtesans were. She made my penis feel like it was being swallowed up by a hungry python. Then while that sensation was still registering, I felt my balls bounce on her bottom and the head of my hard-on bump mom's uterus, the nubby things at the end of her pussy, deep in her, the very target of spermatozoa. I didn't know if mom was on any kind of birth control, or if she had entered menopause, or if it was the wrong or right (depending on what results you wanted) time of the month. But I was overcome by a desire to make sure that my seed would spume at that very point and recreate the act that had once created me. It was an irrational and emotional desire of instinctive procreative madness, but that primitive brain that was driving the fuck lust of the instant was provoking my basest hunger of the rutting male. Of course the fury it stirred in my loins made for a frenzied boffing in my mother's box. She was happy for that energetic erotic ravishing. The combination of my ferocious fucking and her whore-ific humping was incredible! We were like two wild beasts, who were engaged in a savage contest, though this was no battle but uncontrolled love making. I lunged time and again into her very core and she clung to me not letting me get away, but continuing to draw me back to our union. Her legs locked ankles on the back of my thighs and her arms were as mine to her, encircling my back. We resembled the little ivory carvings from the Orient, the pairing of male and female as a ball of ying and yang, appendages and torsos a unified figurine. Our balling was enraptured, our rapture was the partner's pleasure, our ecstasy was our incestuous communion. Then it was the time that we had waited for, for ten years, for all our lives perhaps. It was that boom in the womb, the climax that thundered like the rumble of the earthquake, the orgasm that sent the lightning bolt through our organs to jolt us in a freeze-frame of ecstatic spasm. I locked in, driving my shaft as deep and firmly socked to mom as I possibly could. She arched her back as her limbs grappled to clamp me to her. I may have heard us cry out our shrieks of cumming, but the roar of blood in my ears drowned out any outside sound from my benumbed brain, as the physical overrode all other functions. Then the crash. We collapsed in a tangle; our hoarse wheezing was the only sound. Slowly, there came to my eardrums some other auditory impression, it was soft at first, then as it grew, I realized it was mom crying. She was profoundly sad. The same soulful weeping I had heard as a boy, when Jo's father had passed away. This was terrible, this was the worse. Mother regretted our sex, she felt now that our fucking had been wrong, bad, sinful, tragic, rotten, how many other ways were there, to curse our act? I became upset, what I thought was beautiful and wonderful and special, was just the complete opposite in mom's heart. But then confusion became the inner bombshell that shattered my head, as she gathered me to her once more, and said in the greatest of grieving, "Oh God! Take me instead of my boy; don't let him die, please God!" "Mom, what are you talking about? I'm not going to die, just because your terminal. I'll miss you terribly, but I promise I'll make it through your death. Did you think I'm going to commit suicide, or what? I promise when you go, I'll be strong. I just wish that you had longer to be with us. That's why I'm so glad that we were able to have this week, while you still could enjoy life and loving. But I'm going to make your last months as easy as I can. I'll stay here and be with you to the end. I promise." Mom looked at me with the strangest expression I ever saw on her face. "Rex, you don't think I'm dying do you?" I didn't know what to say, except the truth. I looked down at her sexy naked body, which had just fucked the shit out of me, and said in a voice from which, for all the energy of the past half hour, had now been left weak and woeful in spirit. My weeping began to drip from my eyes. "Yes." I whispered. "I know that you don't have many days left here on earth. Mah-muh-myy . ." The last a wavering wail. "I'm not going to die anytime soon, I'm not even sick. What the hell, made you think that I'm about to meet Saint Peter at the pearly-gates?" This of course, threw me completely off balance and cured me of my tears in an instant. "Carmen called me and said she overheard you on the phone. She told me, that you were saying that you were dying, that you had cancer, and you only had three months to live." "What the . . .? When was this?" "I think about a week ago, maybe only five or six days back. Surely you would remember a conversation of that sort. Unless you're getting Alzheimer's too." "OH! Jeez! I know what she was listening to." My mother screamed. Mother was hysterical. My mom laughed so hard, I thought she would pee in her panties. Except of course she had none. "All this time, since you showed up on my doorstep, I thought you were the one that was terminal! God! What a riot!" "You thought I was dying?" "Yeah, with your 'I know I will miss you even more so later.' and then, 'What if, one of us was not going to be around for a long, long time'; not to mention the song and dance while giving me the line, 'not even time and distance, nor death could separate us'; you with the long face, and I quote, ' before it was too late for us to complete things'!" (Mom had an uncanny memory for what she had listen to, when she was worried.) "What was I to think? I knew that I was healthy, so you must be the one of us that had a foot in the grave. You suddenly show up unexpectedly down here, when you have the busiest season for your business, and say you just came down because you missed me?" "Mom, I know you always think the worst is going to happen, but what about what Carmen overheard? You can see why we were concerned." "Carmen must have called you and let you know she and Jack were going on that trip, so you were to come to Illinois and babysit the dying old woman, until they got back. You must have known they were gone! (She play-slapped me on the arm.) "You fibber! You even asked if they were around." "So what were you talking about then, on the phone?" "Lord! I was chatting with Ida Calhoun. She's a scatter-head and jumps from one topic to another. She asked, "What did I do to keep my hair looking so young?" I answered; I'm dying it, to hide the gray. Carmen must have not caught everything I was saying, and of course she couldn't hear the other side of the conversation. Ida was reading the horoscope in the paper, and she asked what my sign was. It's Cancer, the crab, as you know. I told her and she read me what my predictions for the week were. Now that I think back, she did say I was going to have an unexpected visit from somebody I was closed to. I just remembered that - what do you know?" "Then Chatty-Cathy Calhoun asked when the warranty was up on my automobile, 'cause hers had lapsed, just as she found out there were expensive repairs needed. She was fit to be tied for the timing. I said I only had three months left on mine. She urged me to get it checked before the due date, not to have things fall apart after they could have been taken care of for free. Land-sakes! Ida is going to get a kick out of hearing about this misunderstanding her prattling produced." "Jiminy! I just realized that I should call Carmen, and tell her you're not going to kick the bucket anytime soon." "Heavens, I hope she didn't tell Jack and scare him to death!" "No she was keeping it on the QT, figuring that you'd let the cat out of the bag when they returned. But I did tell dad, so I ought to phone him also." "Well, there is one secret I think we ought to keep between us." "What . . Oh! Right, our little peccadillo." "You're not so little, Babe! But yeah, that would be shit hitting the fan a whole different way if our indiscretion ever came out. So just like our previous private sessions, this is strictly our personal business." "Of course, it was going to be like that in any case." "It took the thought of me passing on into the big yonder, to get you to have the courage to fuck your mama? Thank God, you didn't wait until I was ninety, I don't think I'd have been as spry by that age." "I didn't fly down here to just make love to you, mom. I wanted to spend as much time with you as I could, before the end. You know how much I miss you, just being so far away." "Honestly, Rex, you could have had me ever since your divorce. Our love affair predates my relationship with Jack, and even when I first knew him, we were still fiddlin' around. I don't count it so much as cheating on him, since I can't help loving you. And truthfully, I have lusted for you to screw me since we began to get physical sexually," she looked at me with a squint, thinking back, "after you were 19? No, you were only eighteen when we started. But I was a good mother and resisted temptation to 'roll you over in the clover', as it were; even though we did get some grass stains on our underwear." "Uh . . no, we used a blanket out on the lawn . . oh, yeah! I get what you mean now. Well, it looks like we got some green smeared on our butts now!" We both laughed. GOD! Mom was going to live! I was so relieved. "Anyway, no matter how it happened, I'm glad we got to have our 'roll in the hay'. You're not going to stop having sex with your old lady, now that you know I'm not soon getting my heavenly reward, are you?" "You are my divine reward mom. I still want to fuck you until Jack comes back." "Good! I'm all for that. And when you come back to visit, we might have a mother and son picnic, just the two of us in a secluded patch of woods. I have a wonderful thick blanket we can take." "Or you might want to visit your son on your own, like when Carmen has her father take her out to begin college?" "I hear the fall foliage is very nice in Winnipeg. Of course, this willowy woman will be bare of any fig leaves, if you get my drift." "I wouldn't have you any other way, mom." "Darling, you can have me anyway you like. How about doggie-style right now. I definitely am not getting a halo any time soon!" And we did. The great thing was that the weeklong visit was just beginning, and I was free of any worry about mom's well-being. So too, we were free of any restraints now of age or circumstances. We were free just to enjoy ourselves and cum and cum. Perhaps I had learned a little pessimism from mother, but I had also been blessed with her lusty sex drive as well. That was the best week of my life. One other note. When I got back, I was informed that our website had been lost due to the server crashing and the hosting company had gone out of business to boot! That was no problem, because with all the new clientele dad had generated; the sleigh business wasn't on the skids, we had plenty of snowmobilers that loved to go dashing through the snow - over the fields they'd go, and I was laughing all the way to the bank. ***** Author's note: So you see, Rex 'Puss' Edison did indeed sleigh his father, married his mother Jo Casta and had sex with her too, then lost his site. But I hope this tale brought a smile to your face, as it is a comedy, and if you didn't get at least a cum from it also, that would be a tragedy.