Robby nodded with her. "It's like that with you. I'll be in bed, and I think about ... things. Or in the shower. It happens there a lot too. It happened with Debbie that way sort of, except that we did things for a long time and it just went farther and farther."
Ramona felt tingles in her belly. "But sometimes, darling, when you get what you wanted so much, it turns out not to be what you thought it would be after all. Sometimes you get disappointed, or just lose interest."
Robby blinked. "Yeah, that's true, if you're talking about a pair of shoes or something. But that's not what we're talking about here," he said. "I mean I know that fantasy isn't like reality, but I can't keep the fantasies out of my head. And I'll never know the reality, so I doubt if I'll ever be able to really let go ... like you're talking about."
Ramona's own feelings were remarkably similar. She had fleeting fantasies. Her memory of his smooth chest pressed against her bare breasts fueled those fantasies.
"What if you did experience the reality?" she asked suddenly. "Do you think then that the fantasies would go away and leave you alone?"
"Mom, don't tease me," he said.
"I'm not teasing Robby. I don't want this to make a wedge between us. I want you to feel free and at home, and welcome in our new family. I want to be able to look at you and hug you and not be afraid that I'm causing you pain."
Something in Robby tore loose. He didn't snap, exactly, but he felt a release inside him that allowed him to do something that he never would have contemplated doing before this very moment. He stood up and pushed his shorts down, exposing the erection he'd gotten just talking about fantasies.
"You don't cause me pain," he said. "You cause this."
Ramona felt her pussy squirt. "I don't want to come between you and Debbie," she said. "And I don't want you to come between Robert and me."
Robby stood there. "I love you both. I'll always love you both, even if we never do anything. Even if Debbie gets married some day, I'll always love you both."
Ramona stood, putting her hot roll on the table beside the chair. "You can't give me away if you've never ... had me," she said. she was breathing deeply now. Her clothing felt suddenly very confining.
Robby responded, not like a son, used to being subservient to his mother's control, but as a man, establishing his control over a woman. It wasn't a harsh control, or one meant to dominate or dehumanize her. But he didn't wait for instructions, or permission, or assent. He kicked off his shorts and pulled his shirt over his head. Then, naked, he went to his mother and began undressing her as she stood, her eyes closed, trying to decide whether to help him, or try and stop him. She kept her eyes closed as he made her naked. It wasn't until she felt his lips on one of her stiff, standing nipples that her eyes popped open and she felt weak.
He took her there, in the living room, on the couch. He placed her on the couch, lying down, one foot on the floor and the other held up by her ankle, opening her obscenely to his hot-eyed gaze. His prick dripped with his excitement.
First, though, he tasted her, driving his tongue deep between her swollen pussy lips, and sucking her taste, along with the nubbin that was her clit. Her feelings shocked her with their intensity, and she found her fingers squeezing her nipples as he tended to her pussy. Suddenly she was impatient and pulled at his hair.
No words were needed as he raised his wet face to look into his mother's eyes. He moved upward and let his iron hard prick bob, just above her gaping sex, pausing to savor the sight of his naked and spread mother, waiting for him to penetrate her.
Her consent came in the form of her soft hand gripping him ... aiming him ... pulling him to her.
"I saw you and Debbie in bed," she said softly. "You were being very tender with her. Be tender with me too," she moaned.
Robby slid his adolescent penis into his mother's adult pussy in one long, slow push until her hairs and his met and mingled. Both of them groaned in a mixture of satisfaction and a desire to feel that again, for the first time.
For Ramona, what she noticed most was how Robby filled her, but in a wholly different way than Robert did. It had been long enough that she had a hard time remembering how Richard felt in her, but Robby's adolescent prick just felt different in some way. His arms and back felt different too, as she stroked him, urging him to continue with little pulls and grips.
For Robby, it was less controlled mentally. The hot clasp of the pussy squeezing his cock was something that made his mother's face appear in his mind, whether his eyes were closed or not. As he had not thought of anyone but Debbie, when he was making love with her, he couldn't think of anyone but his mother while his prick was buried in her. He also felt the now familiar urge to cum, but there was also some kind of brake built in that demanded that he hear his mother have an orgasm before he spilled his seed. Part of it might have been because he was moving slowly in her, almost languidly, pausing at full entry to press hard against her pussy lips and clit.
Each time he did that ... as he pressed hard into her ... Ramona moaned, "Ohhh baby," in a voice that caused his balls to tighten a little more each time he heard it. It was a pure, sweet sound in his ears that said in a completely affirmative way that she welcomed him inside her.
They had been silent for so long ... not counting her mantra of joy ... that Ramona didn't want to spoil the mood by talking. Instead she pulled at his head and kissed him long and deep, and then pushed his head toward her aching nipples. He sucked hard, in contrast to his gentle fucking motions, and her orgasm surprised her, both with its rapid onset and the depth of the feeling as it built rapidly, increasing the pressure inside her, but not releasing it. His deeply probing rod wasn't moving quite fast enough to bring her off completely, but she waited, letting the pressure build until she almost couldn't stand it any more and writhed under him. She finally had to say something more.
"Faster now ... please?" she begged.
Robby's hips did something instinctive and, instead of going in and out faster, he went in, leaving only an inch or two outside of his writhing lover and then rabbit stroked her five or six times rapidly, bouncing off her clit and jiggling her body with the force of his penetrations.
Ramona's wail would have sounded like pain and suffering to an observer, but her tone penetrated Robby's brain and, as her pussy rippled around him, he gave up and let his seed spill violently and copiously into his mother's belly. His own groan sounded like something one would hear through the walls of a dungeon, accompanied by sounds of his laughing torturer.
They clasped each other tightly, having shared something beautiful that they didn't want to end. Ramona was almost overcome by feelings of remorse that she had allowed this to happen ... not because of who they were ... but because she knew she could never live without this happening to her again sometime. Even though she knew Robert would smile and nod if she asked permission, she hadn't planned on complicating her life this way. Another part of her brain screamed a litany of thank yous for the joy she felt from an almost perfect union with a man she loved dearly.
Robby's thought process was not as complicated, but arrived at the same conclusion.
"I'm not sure ..." he panted, "that I'm willing to ... give you away." He sagged down, his weight a welcome warmth on his mother's body.
Part of Ramona accepted what had happened and knew that, somehow, she'd deal with it.
"You have to," she panted back. "It's part of the ceremony." She hugged him and then giggled. "I had no idea, my darling. Debbie is a very lucky girl," she sighed.
"Thank you," he said.
"Oh darling, you're so very welcome," she said, stroking his back.
There was a moment of awkwardness in Robby's mind as he contemplated climbing up off his mother's naked body.
"What do we do now?" he asked.
Ramona let her fingers play with his hair. "Well, if you're not willing to give me away yet, then I suppose we'll just have to do this until you get your fill and change your mind." She giggled again.
They grabbed fistfuls of hot rolls and moved to Ramona's bed. It took them until two in the morning before Robby finally gave up. Ramona had been seated on him, riding him to his fifth spurting orgasm, when he pulled her down for the last time.
"Okay" he gasped. "I think I can stand the idea now."
"Good" said his mother, feeling his softening prick beginning to slip out of her. "I wanted you to feel that way before I told you that Robert will understand if, some day, we feel the need to do this again."
Robby looked at her in surprise. "What do you mean?" he asked.
"I told him how I felt about you. He more or less gave me permission to explore those feelings," she said softly.
"Wow," said Robby, feeling much better suddenly about what they'd done for the last eight hours.
"How would you feel if Debbie felt the need to explore feelings she had towards him?" asked Ramona.
Had she asked him that in the beginning, his response might have been different. But now, thoroughly sated for once in his teenaged, hormone-driven life, the thought didn't threaten him.
"I don't think she would want to," he said. "She really hated him at first. But, even if she did I don't see how I could justify getting mad about it."
"That's a very mature and enlightened attitude," said his mother, kissing him on the tip of his nose. "I doubt, though, that Debbie's attitude would be that enlightened if she found us like this. We should spend the rest of the morning in our own beds, don't you think?"
"I could sleep 'til noon," said Robby.
Robby didn't get the chance to sleep 'til noon, though. Debbie, having spent the night at a sleepover with three of her friends, all of whom talked about boys and the things boys liked to do, came home horny. She stuck her head in her mother's bedroom and heard snoring, whereupon she went to her brother's room to get her itch scratched.
Robby, thankful that he was young and healthy, managed to scratch that itch quite well before he sent her on her way and told her not to wake him up for a week.
TBC