The Absentee Mom Part 2

It ought to feel like a honeymoon for me, except that I was approaching my 40. I tried keeping the fucking to at most three times a week. This was not enough for Ronie. But I felt it was time for him to learn about compromise, in sex and in other aspects of life. But more than that, an idea was slowly taking shape in my mind that sex could be an instrument to bring some discipline into his life and maybe even to guide him onto a path that I thought would be good for him. So instead of simply denying him more vaginal sex I would give him more sexual relief by my mouth, my hand or even my anal.

"I am going to give you anal sex. I am not expecting my orgasm from it. And you must stop as and when I wish you to stop."

The very sight of my naked body was enough to get his cock hard. But to make sure that he needed to fuck my asshole less to get his orgasm, I decided to give his cock plenty of oral and hand stimulation first. It has been years since I first tried anal sex for its novelty but never learned to love it. I bent over the back of the couch in the living room. Even with a very hard cock and my relaxed sphinster he needed plenty of lubrication to penetrate my anus. With much effort on his part and some pain on my part, he got in. He was in sexual highs because my big fat arse, as seen from the back, and this tight hole, were his favourite. I had never got an orgasm out of an anal fuck before, but for Ronie I would go for it one more time. I rubbed my wet, slippery labias and clit in time with his fucking. Even though I had kind of "lost control" just one minute into it and farted loudly, Ronie, like a trooper, kept at it until he blew his load in less than five minutes. I still did not get an orgasm. After he had recovered I tried to get closer to him with more intimate, probbing conversation

"I would like to hear your opinion on woman in general. Maybe you also can say something about me."

"I suppose, like most men I dislike domineering women. But I seem to attract many of them. I would say Angelina and my last girlfriend were domineering women."

"Oh! Interesting! Surely I wasn't one of them. If I were a proper mom, I would have to dominate you to raise you properly. By the way, how do you feel about having sex with your mom?"

"Do you even need to ask? Wao! Wao! Wao! Mom"

Good to know! I would be careful and avoid any act that could be construed by him as dominating. Time flies as the inconvenience and boredom brought about by the quaratine were ameliorated by our enjoyable incest. Fast forward. Dan came back from his holiday and the stars of this story have to adjust to a new situation. Before I knew what routine Dan would follow in this new environment I did not have a chart to navigate around it to carry on with incest. This meant I suspended all sexual contact with Ronie. Three days later Dan, the foodie, could no longer stand the frozen food and canned food that we had and decided to go to a big town two hour's drive away to stock up on his favourite food.

He decided to drive the old junk Dad had given him. They shared a love for such old relics. Twenty minutes later the car broke down. He called the workshop which had been taking care of this old junk for the past ten years. After towing the junk back to the workshop the guy gave him a lift home. But he would not risk getting his car stuck in the half flooded, muddy country road so he droped Dan off some distance away and Dan had to trudge through the mud to get home.

When Dan left I did all I could to hold Ronie at bay before finally giving in. He wanted to play out a fucking scene in the kitchen where I would be preparing food in just an apron and stilettoes. I decided to humour him. I leant over the counter with just a slight bent at the waist. Ronie kept an upright standing posture when he pushed his cock in. Because of my thick butt-cheeks, even with his 7 ins. cock he managed to get just three inches inside me. With his hands on my shoulders he banged hard at my butt-cheeks to get more of his cock into me. Maybe this way he would last longer. I hoped this old body of mine could take this much pounding.

When Dan got back he walked around the house and headed straight for the kitchen where he could get rid of the dirty shoes and pants and get himself a big drink.

As Dan got closer, looking through the kitchen door which was opened to the yard, he saw the whole fucking scene. He was stunned for two whole minutes before turning around and headed back to the front of the house. How could Dan, already in such a foul mood, keep his cool and not burst upon the scene? The answer was that I was the dominant character in the marriage relationship. Few people realised that it was I who had built up the business. Fewer people knew that sex-wise Dan actually owed me a big debt. He was caught fucking the female employees twice and I forgave him for both infractions. Dan called out loud at the front door, announcing his return so that Ronie and I could get ourselves ready for him.

Dan kept his secret in his head for two whole days before breeching his defensive wall that night and told me that he had seen us fucking in the kitchen. I was surprised but I was ready for the possibility of such a confrontation.

"It shouldn't be such a big deal, should it? After all he is your very own son. It was a custom in some cultures for the son to inherit his father's harem. Ghenghiz Khan didn't mind it!" I smiled and Dan smiled back. Perhaps sheepishly.

"I wanted Ronie to get his life in order. And maybe to take over our business. Do you know of a better way to turn him around?"

A good fuck with Dan that ended that night kind of sealed a deal between Dan and I.

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