R+ Fantasy:Chapter 3

I opened the other wine for Mom and bought two beers for myself. She chose a romantic comedy, most likely to lift her spirits. Then it was back to viewing the movie. To loosen Mom up a bit, I started refilling her glass whenever I could because I was inquisitive about her hidden fantasies. By the end, she had consumed most of the bottle. For a movie night, it was more than she usually would have.

“So, what did you think?”

Though there was no fantasy content, it was simple enough to enjoy. Two wealthy, attractive individuals fall in love, break up, and then fall in love again. has little bearing on our lives. How was the wine I brought to you? The second bottle was not tasted by me. I’m not too fond of wine, and I’m not sure what’s good about it.

“I thought it was okay. Should I just finish the bottle, or did you want any? Tonight, I’m not going to drive.”

“Go ahead, Mom. Could we just sit and chat for a little while you’re at it? I’ve moved out a bit.

“All right, Mom, go back to your dreams. You may tell me, or we can play 20 questions. That can’t be that strange. You can’t really choose what makes you hot, anyway. Either something works or it doesn’t. We could talk about anything, you always said. This is anything, then.

“Well, I guess I’m half-looped because you asked so politely. It could turn out to be TMI. I had a wonderful sexual life with your dad. created two wonderful children. But in other respects, I believe he was like you. He was merely a kind man. A woman occasionally enjoys a little risk-taking and a little bad boy in her life. I am aware that kind guys are the best in the long term, of course. stable, helpful, and dependable. Everything is fine. I was lacking a little thrill every now and again.

“You want it rough, don’t you? “Difficult?”

“Well, not exactly painful. It was more like being carried away, beyond my control. Not dangerous, but risky. It’s absurd; it’s more of an emotion or idea than anything else.

“If I’m going too far, Mom, don’t respond. Your kind of skirting the issue. Is getting raped, well, your dream?

Mom simply sat and contemplated for a long time.

“Well, I suppose so. Of course, a daydream is one thing, but the real world is quite another. All your father’s other positive traits were more than sufficient to control my “darker side” when I was with him. I now spend a lot of time here by myself, letting my thoughts wander.

“You seem to have thought about this a lot. It’s not that unusual for some women to fantasize about being raped, in my opinion. That’s a little difficult to accomplish in real life without going overboard, so it’s best left alone. Of course, it’s probably as unlikely for me to fulfill my goal of doing a gorgeous older woman on a beach with emotion and waves.

According to Mom, I was a kind guy—perhaps too nice? For females? Did Mom have a “dark side” as well? It made me think a little. Returning to the age-old dating topic, why do women choose the “bad boy” when they know that a steady, long-term “good guy” is a better option? The wine eventually took over and Mom dozed off while we lay there thinking about the chat. I was content and at ease enough to remain on Mom’s couch. After reaching over and extinguishing the table light, I cuddled up with Mom and soon fell asleep. Even if (or especially if) it was Mom, it felt good to be close to a warm body.

The following morning, we were still sitting on the couch. No morning wood, no unauthorized touching. Only two individuals are untangling. After spending the night that way, we were both a touch stiff. Mom would ordinarily have gone to bed sooner, but this isn’t the first time we’ve spent the night on the couch. I suppose it’s just the wine working. Saturday was a pleasant day. That evening, I even took Mom out to dinner. She was entitled to occasional outings, but nothing spectacular. We watched another movie after supper. Mom wasn’t going to last long because she had consumed some wine during and after supper. She caught me off guard at the end of the film.

“David, this couch hurts my back in the morning, so I want to go to bed. But I don’t want to move because I’m enjoying having you at my side so much. Can you come up with a way to solve our problem?”

“I understand your question. Are you certain? Is the wine speaking?

“David, I’m not asking you to fuck me, just lay with me in my bed overnight, tonight, with me.”

“Mom, language! This young person is impressive. Are both of you asking if you intend to rape me overnight?

“That’s not your imagination; it’s mine. I would have to be raped by you. Furthermore, how can a mother rape an adult male? Particularly a somebody your size? Not feasible.

“Well, I think my fantasy is also ruined because I don’t hear any waves. I’d love to share a bed with you, Mom.

We therefore rose, parted ways to prepare for bed, and reassembled in Mom’s chamber. Mom was wearing what I believe to be a long t-shirt without a bra. I have no idea about underwear. I didn’t want to think about underwear. Mom’s underwear. Why is Mom’s underwear on my mind all the time? I was only wearing my boxers.