And he was clearly gaga over Maureen. It's difficult for a woman to resist a man who's crazy about her, if he doesn't have a lot of flaws of his own.
So Phil got under her skin. She didn't have the two or three night fling she originally fantasized about. She ended up in a somewhat strange, but strangely satisfying, relationship with a man sixteen years younger than herself.
And the sex was incredible. It wasn't just that he filled her so completely. That alone was something she grew to crave. But every time that monster went off in her, and she felt the heat and strength of his seed fill her to overflowing, the concept that he might be overwhelming the defenses of one of her eggs brought on an orgasm that had nothing to do with physical stimulation of her sexual organ.
Of course later, in the clear light of day, the idea of a twenty-year old boy actually impregnating her was less joyful, hence her decision to restrict his access when she was fully ripe.
But she couldn't resist letting him "try" at other times.
All this I learned much later, but the importance of the telling is why I learned it.
Basically, Phil told his older lover that he thought it was pretty incredible that two of his class had stumbled into relationships where they got to have sex with hot, older women.
"Who's the other one?" she asked, letting her fingers drift across the muscled chest that always made her pussy get wet when she saw him shirtless. That was the other thing that set Phil apart from men her own age. Phil was buff in the extreme. Her artist's eye loved to gaze upon him.
"Bob, of course," he said.
"Bob … Jenkins?" she asked, her voice suddenly tense.
"Yeah. He's banging Jennifer long, deep and continuous." My friend grinned, bragging on my behalf.
"How do you know that? asked Maureen. "Did he say something?"
"No. He wouldn't do that, just like I'd never say anything about you and me."
"So how do you know?"
"You've seen them at Kelsey's," said Phil. "They dance close, and his hands kind of wander around on her back. And the way they look at each other is pretty obvious, too. Plus he never asks anybody else out. It's obvious. You don't see it? Everybody else does."
"I suppose I never looked," she said. That was true. After that first night she didn't keep an eye on her friend when they went to the bar. Also, it never would have occurred to her to look for sexual behavior between a mother and son.
She did look after that. She watched us during art lab, and she saw things she'd missed before. Afterwards, while my mom was getting dressed, Maureen said she needed to talk to her.
"What about?" asked my mother.
"It's complicated. It may take some time. You don't have anywhere to go … do you?"
"I was going to meet someone, but I can put it off," said Mom.
"Meet someone," Maureen repeated. "Do you have a date?"
"It's nothing like that," said Mom. "Like I said, I can see him later."
"Would that 'him' be … Bob?"
Something in her voice made the hairs stand up on the back of my mother's neck.
"What?"
Maureen wasn't one to sugar-coat things.
"Are you having sex with Bob?"
"Maureen!" gasped my mother. "Why would you ask me something like that?" Obviously, Mom tried to deflect. I don't know if it was convincing or not, because I wasn't there. I just heard about it later.
"Because his classmates believe it's true."
I waited by the front door a long time that night. I was alone. Phil didn't wait for her after art lab anymore. Now, if they were getting together, he just went to her house.
I began to get worried that something was wrong, and finally they showed up. It was obvious my mother had been crying.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
"Nothing," said Maureen. "It's a girl thing. She and I need some more time to work it out. Why don't you go on home."
"Are you okay?" I asked, ignoring Mrs. Gaskill. I leaned in.
"I think so," she whispered.
"She'll be fine," said Maureen. "She just needs to talk."
"You're sure?" I asked, looking at my mom.
She nodded, but I wasn't convinced.
"I could go with you," I suggested.
"Bob, part of what we're going to talk about is you," said Maureen, bringing out the big guns. "Go home. I'll take care of her. Things will be fine."
"What about me?" I asked, stubbornly.
Like I said, Maureen didn't beat around the bush.
"Among other things, the fact that your classmates all seem to think that Bob and Phil both got lucky with older women."
She glared at me. She was actually pretty tactful, considering the fact that my mother had already spilled the beans. My mother was caught in a venn diagram of sorts. In the two circles of her life, there were those who knew I was her son. Then there were those who thought I was her lover. Until now, the only intersection of those circles included Jennifer Hart and Bob Jenkins. Now it included Maureen Gaskill. I guess the pressure of convention had made it impossible to avoid the catharsis of confession to her friend. What they were going to do now was go flesh out all the details and see if the situation could be saved. It turned out that Maureen Gaskill wasn't bound by convention, either. I should have had a clue about that based on her willingness to flout convention with Phil, but I had other things on my mind, I guess.
"Oh," I said, as I felt the planet drop out from beneath my feet. It must have shown on my face.
"It isn't the end of the world, Bob," said Maureen. "We just need to talk about it … you know … make plans?"
"Plans?"
I guess it was obvious I was stuck on things like a leech. Maureen really didn't want me along. She figured things would be difficult/emotional enough with just the two of them, and all I'd do was muck things up.
"Do you love your mother, Bob?" she asked.
"Of course," I said, instantly.
"Do you trust me?"
"I guess so," I said, a little reluctance in my voice.
"Then trust that everything will be fine," she said. "There aren't actual problems yet, but there is the potential for big ones. She and I need to plan to avoid that. We'll bring you into it when the time is right. Can you trust that?"
I don't know why, but at that particular moment I suddenly trusted Maureen Gaskill a lot.
"Okay," I said.
"Just go home and wait."
"Okay," I said again.
"And don't worry."
"Right," I said, unable to keep the sarcasm out of my voice.
******
Her eyes were fine when she came in the house. I was in the kitchen. She looked tired, but not devastated.
"It's going to be okay," she said. "We need to talk."
"You think?" I asked, a little testily. I'd been on pins and needles all night and it was pretty close to one in the morning.
"She's not going to tell anyone."
"Start at the beginning," I said.
"In bed," she said.
"Really?" I was astonished.
"Really," she said.
We stayed up all night talking.
I heard about the things I listed above, like the stuff between Maureen and Phil. I learned a lot about my mother I hadn't known before.
And, of course, I heard about the plan they concocted to make things not blow up.
I thought it was the stupidest plan I ever heard.
Why?
Well, for starters, because I was supposed to tell Phil … and my entire class … that Jennifer Hart was actually Jennifer Jenkins … my mother.
Yup. I was supposed to tell all those people who thought I was sleeping with Jennifer that the one-time babysitter they thought I was sleeping with was my own mother.
******
As it turned out, it wasn't as stupid as it sounded to me at first. Basically, the way Maureen thought about it was this: We could be embarrassed about my mother posing nude, and people
finding out about it … or we could be embarrassed about people finding out I was fucking my mother.
The first of those could be engineered by me admitting that the woman posing was my mom, and that I hadn't known about it beforehand. The arrival of the three stooges that first night was what caused things to go off rail, and for my mom to adopt a fake last name, in an effort to spare me the embarrassment. Since Mrs. Gaskill hadn't known about it - only me and my mother - her urging of Jennifer to go out and loosen up had just made things worse. One thing led to another and people started to get the wrong idea about us. If everybody's attention was on this engineered outcome, then it would deflect attention away from the indicators that there was a sexual relationship there.
You see the beauty of this plan. It had the genius of my mother saying she used to take care of me and change my diapers. It was true, technically. Well mostly true. She was my mother, not my babysitter, but it was plausible. Embarrassing, but plausible. The fact that I wasn't dating anybody could be chalked up to any number of things. After all, I was going to graduate and move away somewhere to find a job. Why get involved with a girl and maybe get attached, only to have to end it? That was plausible, too.
The down side was that it was going to be embarrassing - in spades.
But Maureen was right. Plan A was much less embarrassing than plan B.
It was about three-thirty in the morning when my mother finally said, "So what do you think?"
I didn't have to think all that hard. I sure didn't have a better idea.
"I think I'm going to be awarded a new nickname," I said. "I bet people start calling me Mamma's Boy."
"I wouldn't mind that," she said. "You are my little boy."
I shot her a look. She shrugged. "Mamma's little man?" she teased.
"It's not funny," I said.
"I know." She was serious now. "You're so much more than that," she said, rolling toward me to kiss my chest. "Nothing has to change with us, Bobby."
"Everything's going to change," I said. "I'll be the talk of the town. You, too. Can your reputation stand it? Real estate agent poses nude! Will your broker cause any problems?"
"My broker would pay big money to see me naked," she said. "He's not obvious about it, but he ogles me when he thinks I'm not looking."
"Every man you meet probably does that," I said.
"I know," she said. "I don't mind when it's you, though. They can't have me. You can. It might generate a little unwanted attention, but I doubt anybody will schedule an appointment with me just to drag that out and proposition me. I'll have to be careful, but I'm always careful about being alone with a man."
"Good. I want you to be very careful," I warned.
"I don't have to be careful with you," she said.
"We're in bed, naked," I reminded her.
"And we've been here, like this, for hours! When are you going to do something about it?" she complained.
Ten minutes later I was lunging into her, shaking both her and the bed. The knowledge that this hadn't been taken away from me made it all the sweeter. My penis, sliding deep into her, felt like it fit perfectly, like a hand into a glove.
"This is the first time we've done this when someone else knew about it," she panted.
"How do you feel about that?" I asked.
"Kinky?"
"Now you're finally feeling kinky?" I panted, going in deep and rubbing her clit.
"I've never thought what we had was kinky!" she gasped.
"You gonna cum for your little man?" I asked, still rubbing.
"You don't feel little now," she groaned.
I shut up then and wrenched an orgasm from her.
Right in the middle of hers, I let go and hosed her as hard as I could.
******
It was actually easier than I thought it would be.
I took Phil aside one day and said, "Dude, I just heard a rumor that I'm fucking Jennifer."
He just grinned.
"That has to stop!" I said, acting upset. Actually, not much acting was required. I was all jazzed up on adrenaline, worried about how this would turn out.
"Why? Be proud, man. I'm proud that Maureen let's me do her."
"You don't understand. She was just trying not to embarrass me."
"Who?"
I swallowed.
"My mother."
"Your mother? What's she got to do with any of this?"
"Remember the first night you saw her, when you and Don and Jerry were together?"
"Of course," he said.
"She introduced herself as Jennifer Hart because she knew what would happen if you three found out she was Jennifer Jenkins."
"Jenkins?" His brow wrinkled. "That's your name."
I stood there and let him work it out. His eyes got wide and his jaw sagged.
"She's your mother?!"
"Yes, which is exactly why I'm not banging her," I hissed.
"Oh fuck, man," he said, his eyes still wild. "I told people you were."
"So it was you," I growled.
"Well, what was I supposed to think?" he said.
"You were supposed to think my mother wasn't posing nude in art lab," I said.
"How embarrassing," he sighed.
"Gee, why didn't I think of that?" I yelled.
"I'm sorry!" he said. "We can fix this."
"How?"
"We just tell people what happened. It will be a hoot."
"A hoot? A hoot for who?" I barked.
"Okay, it will be rough on you for a while, but eventually people will laugh about it. This is one of those stories that doesn't seem funny right now, but when you tell your grandkids about it, it will be hilarious."
"And it will be hilarious to everybody else right now," I growled.
"True," he said, smiling now. "Leave it to me. I'll take care of it."
"You took care of it the first time!" I said. "That's why I'm in this fix."
"No, you're in this fix because your mom decided to pose naked for an art class." He blinked. "Fuck, man. I need to take art next semester."
"There won't be a next semester for you, unless you don't graduate with the rest of us in May."
"I could blow the final and be here next year," he said, grinning.
"You do and I'll kick your fucking ass," I said.
He grinned wider. "That must be hard on you, being there and seeing all those people staring at her like that."
"It wasn't easy," I admitted.
"But you stayed anyway."
"As I recall, you also got interested in the teacher."
He blinked.
"Maureen? She's mine, dude. Hands off."
"I know that now," I said. "But I hoped I'd have a shot eventually. To do that I had to stay in the class."
"Oh," he said. "I get it."
"So … if I let you try to fix this, how would you go about it?"
Phil and Maureen thought alike. It was one reason they fit together so well, and one reason they would eventually get married.
"I'll just laugh at you," he said.
"Gee, thanks."
"You know what I mean. I'll start a rumor about how you have been trying to keep it a secret that your mom got a job posing nude, and that things went sideways, making people think you were her boyfriend. Like I'm Maureen's boyfriend."
"A rumor."
"Yeah. You know how rumors spread. Give it 24 hours and nobody will think you're banging your mom anymore."
"I'm not banging my mom!" I yelled.
"I know that now," he said, trying to mollify me. "Everybody else will too. Trust me."
Chapter Seven
The reason I let Phil unmask me is simple. Say that somehow a rumor got started that that babe Bob kept running around with was actually his mother, but that was all. If somebody then braced me about that it would go something like this:
"Hey, I heard something interesting. I heard that your cougar girlfriend is actually your mother."
"Well, she is, but she'
s not my girlfriend."
"So you're not fucking her?"
"Of course not. We were just trying to hide the fact that she's my mom, and that she posed naked for the art class."
In my experience, about fifty percent of people would believe my denial. Another twenty-five would not, and the remainder would wonder about it.
On the other hand, if Phil described doing that, it might be presented in a whole different kind of way:
"You'll never believe what I found out about Bob."
"Yeah? What?"
"Get this. You know that babe he's been going out with? Jennifer? She's actually his mother!"
"What?"
"Yes! I found out when I was reading the paper the other day and saw an ad about a real estate company. It had her picture and said her name was Jennifer Jenkins. She sells real estate!"
"No fucking way!"
"So I hit him with it. Showed him the paper and everything. I asked him what it was like to bang his own mother."
"Fuck, dude."
"You should have seen his face. I thought he was going to have a stroke. He about shit his pants."
"So he is banging his mother?"
"Fuck no, man. Don't be ridiculous. They got all embarrassed because she decided to pose nude for that art class, and he didn't know about it and signed up for the class. Can you imagine it? Of course he didn't want anybody to know she was doing that, so he convinced her and Maureen to pretend her last name was Hart."
"That was stupid."
"I know. Sooner or later somebody would find out, just like I did. And by doing that, they let people think she was dating him. Everybody knows he lives with his mom at home. Well, that's why they always left together. He was just going home to live with Mommy!"
"Fuck, that's hilarious."
"I know!"
Presto, because Phil believes it, others will believe it, too. It's not me defending myself, which people can suspect is for self interest. Phil has no reason to lie about it, and no agenda, other than to embarrass me. That agenda is well understood among people like that, who form tight bonds. One of the ways you form a tight bond is making fun of each other, and then not letting that bother the relationship.
And it worked pretty well, except for a couple of people who looked to me like they weren't so sure about this whole thing.
But nobody made any waves and, other than getting a lot of ribbing about it, things settled down. My mother was pretty embarrassed too, whether on my behalf or her own, I wasn't sure. She didn't go to Kelsey's after that. If she and Maureen wanted to go for drinks, they went somewhere else.
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