Chapter 5
It was some seconds before I spoke again, calculating and permutating. "Mom, are... are you bi?"
Mom finally sighed and sagged, nodding. "Yes, Aaron, and I guess I always have been. I was having sex with girls before I'd been with a guy, in fact."
"Huh, cool," I mused, nodding.
Mom raised an eyebrow. "Cool?"
"Well, yeah," I replied, shrugging now. "My mom's bisexual."
"Is this some sort of bragging right in the locker room?" she asked levelly. I could tell her tone was getting dangerous, which wasn't unusual for her, but was no doubt ramped by the beer, wine, and the confessional of the past hour.
I shook my head. "No, mom, nothing like that," I assured her. "I just meant that I really don't care if you're straight, gay, or bi. Fact of the matter is, you being bi increases your chances of getting laid, which is good, and if you're having sex with other women, then I don't need to worry about guys getting my mom dirty."
"Aaron," she said in a chiding mutter, blushing furiously. "I can look after myself, you know."
"I know, but I'm a guy, and since you're related to me, I'm still kinda possessive of you," I reasoned. "I don't want slimy guys or boys getting their creep on with you."
"But it's okay if girls do it," she said rather flatly. It was a dare to answer.
"Mom, we're not dating or married, you're not getting me in an inescapable trap like this, that's strictly for husbands and boyfriends," I laughed.
"Sorry," she mumbled before looking at me. "So you wouldn't blink if I went out with women? Women tend to be a little more complicated, more prone to finding relationships instead of just no-commitment sex."
I shrugged again. "So forget women and find girls my age, they would be in it just for the orgasm."
"Here we go with the cougar thing again," she sighed, shaking her head before looking at me. "Are you bi, Aaron?"
"No," I said, shaking my head now, almost leaping at the answer in order to defend my masculinity, but refraining. I just answered, sensing she wouldn't care if I was, just like I didn't care if she liked women too. "Straight as the day is long, not that it matters. I think a few of my buddies are bi or bi-curious. I told them whatever, I support you, just don't give me the gory deets."
Mom giggled now. "Such a man. At least you're accepting of other people, though. Have you ever had a side girl?"
I paused awkwardly. "Yeah. Well, even when I was with Gina, I might've gotten some action from another girl."
"Oh? Who?" she asked, her mouth forming a cute little 'o'. Mom had great dick-sucking lips, I realized. And now that I was finding out about her sexual history, maybe I had no business being surprised.
"Annie Clement," I admitted. "Remember her?"
"But she comes from that really uptight religious family," mom said, clearly more than a little surprised. "How on earth did you get her to have sex with you?"
"Well, getting her to wasn't difficult, and mostly wasn't my idea," I answered. "Have you heard the rumour that her parents had her clipped when she was becoming a teen?"
Mom nodded. "Heard it, heard worse. Some of the moms kept whispering that they had her sewn shut to keep her chaste."
"The clipped part is true, she's had a tubal ligation," I continued. "The other part defo isn't true. Privately, she was outraged that they'd done that to her, and one day she saw me getting changed in an unused classroom. She wanted me to take her, just to defy her parents, which I did. Kinda repeatedly after that, until they moved away."
"Good on her and good on you," mom mused, nodding. "Horrible thing to do to a girl. They probably screwed her hormones up for life. Did Gina ever find out?"
I shook my head. "Maybe she wouldn't've cared, I dunno. But she never did, and Annie wasn't in a position to get into a relationship, so keeping everything on the DL was what she wanted in any event."
"That's fair," mom said, smiling. "I guess we've both had our secrets, hm?"
I nodded. "As sucky as this night began, I think it turned out pretty good, mom. I know you better now, and I'm kinda happy about it."
"Me too, baby," mom sighed, letting out a satisfied sigh-squeak, stretching her arms over her head, which had the effect of thrusting her tits forward inside her silk blouse,. I guess she didn't remember I was there, and I stopped staring a microsecond before she opened her eyes. "All the wine and food has made me really sleepy, and the conversation kinda randy. I think I'll go upstairs and take care of something before bed."