I was stunned, my mother just gave me permission to have s*x with her. "Are you sure mom?"
"Do you want me Ryan?"
"You know I want you" I told her.
"Then tell me, tell me what you want."
"I want you mom."
"What do you want?"
"I want to make love to you."
She kissed my chest again, "There's another word for it isn't there. A word you boys use ? You said it earlier this evening." She sounded like a young girl.
"Yes, but I don't think you'd like it." She laughed softly, nervously for a second,
"I don't know, why don't 't you try it and I'll see."
"I...I want to..want to f**k you mom. More than anything I've ever wanted in my life I want to f**k you, need to f**k you, right here, right now, on my bed."
"Wow, that kind of says it doesn't it?" she said. "f**k. It has a wet sound to it
