My Mommy's Good Boy

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"You know," I said, "snuggling with my mommy as we fell asleep. I hope it wasn't too intrusive, me sharing your bed like that." I left my meaning intentionally vague. I didn't want he to know whether or not I knew what she'd done when she thought I was asleep.
"Oh," she giggled nervously. "No, it wasn't too intrusive at all."
"Well," I said, "maybe we should do that once in a while. I know I really enjoyed every moment of it!"
"I don't know," mom said slowly. "I'm not sure it's the most appropriate thing for me to share my bed with my son, no matter how innocent it is. It wouldn't look right!"
"Mom," I cajoled, "who do you think is looking? You said yourself it's only the two of us here. And we don't answer to anyone for how we choose to live, right? I love you, mom, and I like to be close to you. I like kissing you, and I enjoy us holding each other. Is there anything wrong with that?"
"Well....when you put it like that, I guess not." Mom was trying to find an argument, but I'm sure she, too, was fighting the same losing battle I'd fought. Maybe what we felt and wanted wasn't typical, but who has the right to judge?
That weekend, I decided not to go out with my buddy on Saturday night. When I told mom I was going to stay home, she seemed pleased. I think that whether or not she would be open to an incestuous sexual relationship with me, she really enjoyed our time together. I told mom I didn't feel like a night of drinking, and asked if she'd mind if I got high at home.