“But not anymore? Did you ever do it?”
“No, and it’s not even something I think about anymore, other than to say if I were to do it I’d hire a couple of high-priced call girls, meaning I don’t agree with being in a relationship and then bringing other people into the bedroom. I know other people do it and are perfectly happy and that’s great for them, but I don’t want it.”
“Are you sure?” Mom asked teasingly.
“Yes,” I replied with conviction.
“James… I don’t want to get ahead of myself here, but I might as well tell you now that Ana and I fooled around a few times,” Mom said with trepidation. “I’m sorry dear, I know that’s the last thing you want to hear right now.”
“I guess I don’t even need to ask whether Dad knows about any of this,” I grumbled in frustration. “And that I wasn’t exaggerating at all when I called you a liar and a cheat… unless you’re going to be one of those people that says it ‘doesn’t count’ when it’s a woman…”
“No, it counted James, at least for me, but there are other factors involved that you don’t know about.”
“I get it all right,” I snapped back. “Dad wasn’t satisfying you; you’ve all but admitted that to me at this point. So Ana was horny one day and made a move and, against your better judgement, you gave in and had sex with her. It’s not that complicated to piece together.”
“There is more to it than that, but since you were asking if I liked girls I thought it would only make things worse to mention Ana later rather than admit to it right now. To answer your question, yeah, it was nice in its own way, but no, I don’t consider myself bi.”
“See, I don’t even understand what that means. If you liked it, then you like women, and you are bi, even if you still consider yourself mostly straight.”
“Maybe we’ll save that conversation for another day,” Mom replied. “What’s more important is that you understand what happened with Ana.”
“Fine,” I relented. “Go on.”
Since Mom had a lot to say, I’ll relate this next part from her point of view:
As I said before, Ana would spend a lot of time with each other, and it very quickly became obvious that our favorite topic of conversation was sex. She’d done plenty of wild things in her past, including participating in a couple of orgies. Her husband was a lot like Bryan in many ways, being way more conservative sexually that Ana, except unlike Bryan he had given his consent to them having an open marriage. That might have been the best arrangement for them, because listening to Ana made it clear that she had little interest in being monogamous at the time. Her husband at least recognized that before they got married, and didn’t try and make her adopt a lifestyle that she wasn’t capable of living.
I’d listen to Ana’s frenzied stories and I knew that in many ways she and I were similar, even though I’d done a fraction of the things she’d done. And most of that, frankly, was because of Bryan. I had no problems being faithful to him, but even within the confines of marriage there’s plenty of room to be exciting, and he simply wasn’t that type of man. As the years passed and my frustrations grew I found myself making certain compromises, the biggest one being that I’d been so devoted to your dad that I wouldn’t even think about other men. By the time I’d met Ana that taboo of mine had been thoroughly broken, and so when she’d tell me her stories from her past or things she fantasized about now I’d have no problem substituting myself in her place and visualizing those stories happening to me.
Even the lesbian stories would turn me on, as one of Ana’s favorite activities was to try and seduce straight women, often older married women but even younger girls too sometimes. I remember her telling about this one wife she’d had an affair with for over the year despite the woman insisting again that she was both straight and monogamous. Ana told had made repeated attempts at seducing her and the woman had rebuffed her again and again, but Ana was determined to have her and wouldn’t give up. Finally, the woman had given in, and after having had sex with her a few times Ana said she was not only one of the best but one of the wildest lays she’d ever had. Even though I’m not a lesbian stories like that would really excite me; stories about women finding passions within them that they never knew existed.
What was really crazy though was that Ana told me a few years later she needed a babysitter and the woman’s now eighteen year old daughter had happened to apply for the job. She was very different than her mom, bookish and shy, but cute with a tasty body that had just blossomed into womanhood. Ana had lusted for her from the day they met for her interview, and so of course the girl got the job. Ana took her time, getting to know the girl and slowly break through her defenses. She was a virgin and, just like her mom, certain that she was completely straight, but Ana kept on it and with remarkably little difficulty managed to seduce her as well. The daughter wasn’t the wildcat her mom was, but just as hot in her own way, and by the end of their affair had become quite good in bed as well as an avowed bisexual.
“I only wish…” Ana would lustily say, not sure if she should finish her thought.
“What?” I’d ask, surprised to see Ana of all people holding back any of dirty thoughts.
“I only wish I could have had them… you know… together,” Ana would then say.
“Ana, you nasty slut,” I’d laugh back. “Don’t say gross shit like that.”
“It wouldn’t be gross, it’d be amazing,” she chuckled, “and you know it.”
Times like that, I could feel Ana gently testing me, trying to gauge my reaction. But where she really seemed to be testing me lately was by bringing up her only child David from time to time.
“What do you think of him, Paula?” she’d ask.
“What do you mean?” I’d reply.
David was a sweet, young man, about twenty-five years old. He’d had a bit of a rocky relationship with Ana over the years, much of it to do with his disapproval of her sleeping around, but after his father’s death the two of them had become close again and found a way to reconcile their differences. A lot of that had to do with Ana putting her wild past behind her; she hadn’t been with anyone for well over a year despite being single again and genuinely seemed interested in settling down.
“I mean, what do think of him, Paula? Come on, you’re a woman. You must have an opinion.”
“Was Ana really asking me if I found David attractive?” I asked myself.
“He seems to have grown up into a nice man from the few times we’ve spoken,” I replied.
“Would you or wouldn’t you?” Ana asked decisively.
I stared back, trying to figure out what Ana was trying to say. Would I date David? Fuck him? What was the point of this line of questioning? The truth was, I did find David attractive. He was tall and handsome, with a robust build like his mother’s, although in David’s case that meant having naturally brawny shoulders and a broad chest. He also the cutest of smiles, something I’ve always found hard to resist.
“I suppose… if I weren’t married and David wasn’t your son… I would,” I replied uneasily. “I’m not sure what the point of this is though.”
“Just curious,” Ana replied, smiling impishly. “I mean, we all have impulses, whether we are willing to acknowledge them or not. Just like I’ve noticed what a handsome man James has become.”
“Why are you bringing up my son?” I asked. “In fact, why are we talking about your son?”
“Nothing,” Ana answered, sounding agitated now. “I’m sure if you and James were stranded on a desert island you would prance around in the most revealing loincloths ever and still be the perfectly chaste mom and son, happily oblivious to each other’s charms for the rest of your lives.”
“What are you talking about, Ana? Why are you bringing up James?”
“I’m sorry, Paula; I’m kind of a mess right now. It’s me and David. It’s been too hard for me to talk about with you, but I feel like I’m’ bursting at the seams and need to get it all out with someone. A lot has happened between him and I these past few weeks.”
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