"Why?" Adam blurted out angrily, upset that his mother would cheat on his father, ignoring his own hypocrisy.
"Steven hasn't touched me in years," the brown-haired woman said indifferently. "I was at a bar one night with a few of my friends when I met Larry. He paid attention to me; made me feel like a woman again. I may be a married woman, but - I still like sex and if Steven wouldn't do the job, someone else would do the job. Larry happened to be the one to scratch my itch, although he doesn't compare to your father." Her green eyes flickered to his. "Or you, I expect. You certainly take after your father."
The young man blushed beneath her steady gaze, knowing that aside from his slight frame there was only one thing about him that was not average. It embarrassed him that she had noticed, but - a thrill filled his veins. Yeah, she was his mother, but - she might want him! A small grin lifted his lips. And if she'd fuck a man she met in a bar, she could - probably - fuck her own son. An excited shudder squirmed up his spine. Better him than some stranger.
"Are you clean, Jennifer?" Adam asked. "Any signs of VD?"
"Not at all," the brunet shook her head. "I haven't wanted to get pregnant again since you were born, so all the men I've screwed have worn rubbers, no matter how much Larry here protested. He even has to pull out before he climaxes."
"Good," Adam nodded. "Go ahead and sit down. I'm going to have a few words with Larry."
His mother's lover gulped as the young man rounded on him.
"Before I decide what to do with you," he said. "I have some questions. You will answer them honestly."
"O-okay," Larry nodded nervously.
"First of all," Adam asked. "Do you have VD?"
"No," he shook his head vehemently.
"Good," the young man said, relieved that the chance of getting a disease was close to nil. "Now, are you married?" |