She responded 10 minutes later, ‘I love Julian Moore.’
‘I’ll pick you up at 6 pm.’
…
Ivy came out wearing a short black dress and 3″ heel shoes. Her face was flawless with a touch of makeup and light red lipstick. My eyes trailed her body and I commented, “Ivy, until now, I liked and flirted with you. But now, I think I am in love. For every work you wish, you go out with me.”
She laughed, “Ian dear, it’s still the same old me. I just changed my clothes and added cosmetics.”
“Say what you want. My heart whispers it falls for you.”
“Honey, be nice. I like you but you exaggerate.”
“If I was older, would you date me, or I have other flaws you didn’t tell me?”
“Sorry. I hate to admit it but I am lesbian.”
“I don’t believe you. You are looking for excuses to deny me. What’s wrong with me?”
She kept quiet, took my hand in hers, and we entered the theater. We found a corner couple’s seat and munched on popcorn until the movie started.
When the lights dimmed, Ivy turned to me, “Are we OK, or you are still upset I rejected your generous offer?”
“I hate you and will never ever forgive you for as long as I live.”
She grinned and placed my hand around her shoulder, “Here, now, be a good boy and concentrate on the movie.”
The movie starts when a young guy who’s show failed in New York arrives back in his old town, and his former teacher tries to help him by producing his play at school. Soon after, they become emotionally involved and develop intimate relationships. Did I know the subject before selecting the movie? Of course, I did. Did I mention it to Ivy? No…
When the 2 actors began to have feelings for each other, I gently caressed Ivy’s shoulder.
She gazed at me, “Were you trying to suggest something by choosing this particular movie?”
I chuckled, “YOU were the one who selected this one.” She sat quietly, and I saw tears in her eyes.
I whispered, “I am sorry. I didn’t think you’d take it so negatively.”
She leaned her head on my chest and murmured, “You don’t understand…”
“I don’t care to understand. I want you. Period!”
The Movie ended, and we went out. We did not discuss the film. We were silent. I wished I knew what her reservations were, but deep down, I understood that unless she was ready to tell me, nothing would change her mind.
…
“Ian, when can you take care of the jacuzzi?”
“What do I get for doing it?”
“Cake, coffee, and another movie.”
“Cake, coffee, and a kiss.”
“You mean on my cheek or forehead?”
“On your lips.”
“No – Cake, coffee, and use the jacuzzi.”
“Only if you are in the jacuzzi too.”
She sighed, “OK. You are so stubborn.”
“Be there in less than an hour.”
I arrived, having on shorts and a simple short sleeve shirt. I checked the jacuzzi’s electrical equipment. It looked fine. The plumbing worked as well. I cleaned it from debris and leaves and began filling it using hot water. I noticed the water pressure was high and I expected it to fill in less than an hour. When I finished, I was dirty and sweaty.
I smiled, “May I have the raincheck now and use your shower?”
“Of course. Take as much time as you want. In the meantime, I’ll prepare your cake and coffee.”
I knew that by filling the jacuzzi with hot water, I wouldn’t have any left to shower with, but I was too hot anyway. I showered in cold water, dried myself, and put on only my Speedo. As I came out to the kitchen, Ivy looked at me and gasped. I knew I looked good: I was 6’1″ and 185 pounds of mostly muscle due to my rigorous outdoor activities.
I smiled at Ivy, “I hope you don’t mind I didn’t put my shirt on. It wasn’t clean, and once I finish my coffee, we’ll go to the jacuzzi anyway.”
She ogled my body unabashedly, “Ian, you are handsome, have a great athletic body, smart, funny, and a good human being. Why do you resist having a young girl your age? I am sure the 2 of you will have more common subjects to discuss than with a grumpy oldie.”
“Lady, will you stop offending the girl I am interested in? Unless you tell me what bothers you dating me, this subject is off the table.” She turned back and moved to her bedroom. As she passed by me, I saw tears in her eyes.
I savored the tasty fresh cake and drank leisurely the coffee. After 3/4 of an hour, Ivy was still in her bedroom. I checked on the jacuzzi. It was about 60% full. The water temperature was about 90 degrees. I suspected the rest of the water would be cooler. Despite being only for 2, it would take at least another half an hour for the jacuzzi to heat the water to the desired 100 degrees.
I knocked on Ivy’s bedroom door and said, “I am going to the jacuzzi now. Join me when you are ready.” And then I went out.
Ivy appeared 10 minutes later wearing a yellow bikini. I whistled, “Ivy, watching your breathtaking body, my heart stopped. Will you do CPR on me?”
She grinned, “Thanks for the compliment, but I do not know how to resuscitate.”
“I’ll be happy to teach you: You start by kissing… I meant to say breathing into the person’s mouth and then you massage… Sorry, compress the chest rapidly.”
Ivy laughed, “Is your scheme to teach me by me doing it on you or vice versa?”
“I have my preference, but I am willing to compromise and let you decide.”
“You are very naughty. I have no idea why I let you drag me into your deviant plans.”
“Because despite your objections, you like me.”
“I do…”
“So why, for god sake, you fight me?”
“Honey, if I tell you, you’ll be shocked.”
“Talk.”
She entered the warm water, standing close to me, inspected my face, and said, “Because I am your mother…”
I moved back, “What do you mean?”
“The 2 ‘parents’ are your adoptive parents.”
“I don’t believe you. They would have told me a long time ago.”
“When you were growing up, they wished to spare your feelings. They told me once you’re 21 they’d tell you the truth.”
“If you are really my mother, how did you give me away?”
“I never wished to give you away. I had no choice. I got pregnant when I was 19. The guy, who you are his carbon copy, was not ready to marry me and asked me to have an abortion. I refused, believing pregnancy was a sacred present from god. After my refusal to abort you, the guy disappeared and I never heard from him again. My parents were very strict and looked at me as a criminal. Either I delivered you away from home and give you for an adoption or I was to leave my home with nothing. After having you, your ‘parents’ volunteered to adopt you as their own. The last thing I was allowed to choose for you was your name, so I called you Ian.”
“How do I know you are telling me the truth?”
“You can ask your adoptive parents, but it’s better to let them choose the time to reveal your secret. But I can give you a clue. Do you remember my full name?”
“Ivy.”
“Ivy Alisson Nash. What do you get if you combine the 3 initial letters?”
“Ian… Where are you from originally?”
“We lived in Boston. My father died 5 years ago, and my mother 2 months ago. I moved here after their death to be close to you and watch you grow up. I never imagined we’d end up so close in such a short time.”
“Do you believe in god?”
“I believe in something. You can call it god or fate. Why?”
“Don’t you see? Something made me bump into you, and the rest is history.”
“Even if this is the case, perhaps the meaning was to unite us as family, nothing else.”
“Ivy, how can I tell the good people who raised me that now I wish to disown them as my legitimate family?”
“You don’t. Just add me to the mix.”
“But my feelings toward you are nothing like what I feel toward my adoptive mother…”
Ivy tore again and whispered, “I don’t know what happened to me. I was so rational when I first met you, and lately, I feel the same way toward you…”
“Ivy… mother… may I kiss you?…”
“I don’t know anymore. I am so cold…”
I moved in her direction, lifted her chin tenderly, and kissed her lips lightly. She moaned and her hands hugged me tightly. I kissed her forehead and raised her face again for a French kiss. Her lips parted and my tongue invaded her moist mouth. She groaned into my mouth and her body clutched to me.
Her covered tits poked me, hardening my pecker. Soon, it stood between us like a huge pole.
She murmured, “Now that you know I am your biological mother, you still want me as your… date?”
“Mom, I want you as my friend and lover. I want all of you.”
She watched my face, “Son, what am I going to do with you?…”
“Give up and let me care for you.”
“Let’s get out of the whirlpool. It’s warmer in the house.”
…
When we entered the house, I noticed Ivy was shivering. She announced, “I take a shower and be out soon.”
She entered the bathroom and… left the door ajar. It may have been an honest mistake, but I wanted to believe it wasn’t. I waited 5 minutes, and when I heard the water running, I opened the door slowly.
With the water pouring on her amazing naked body, Ivy stood behind the shower’s glass door and watched me. She did not try to cover her body. I felt my cock extending and about to rip my swimsuit. I lowered my Speedo and let it fall on the floor. My member jolted forward and up.
Ivy had a little smile as she saw me open the shower door and move in her direction.
She whispered, “I wondered how much time it would take you to join me.”
I kissed her sweet lips gently, “Mom, you are so beautiful…”
She hugged me, “I wanted to touch you as much as you wanted to touch me. But I was scared to death. First, I gave my baby away, and now I am falling for my son and about to commit an incest…”
“Mom, please, we are 2 adults who fell in love with each other. It’s nobody else’s business. The way I look at it, as long as you do not get pregnant, no harm done. Even with pregnancy, the risk is low, but the baby may still acquire rare genetic disease. Again, I love you and want you as a lover more than anything else.”
report Mom turned her back to me, “Would you be nice and soap my back?”
“What do I get in return?…”
Her arm leaned on the wall and her face hidden. I could barely hear her, “I give up, honey. Whatever you wish.”
I rubbed the soap on her smooth back and advanced closer to her. My raging cock nestled in her crack. She moaned and moved her ass slowly up and down on it. After finishing her back, my hands moved to her front, cupped her exquisite tits and massaged them. She leaned on my body and said, “Ian, I am afraid to lose my balance and fall. Please dry me and carry me to bed.”
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