The Family Legacy - Chapter 1

I've written this story to be a bit of a slow burn, do not come into this first chapter expecting to get straight into the action. I mostly wanted to write this to explore some ideas I had and play with some themes that came to mind when I thought about writing an incest story. If people like it I will continue in the second chapter and beyond. Comments and criticisms welcome.

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I was only 10 when my Dad died, lung cancer, he’d been a pretty big smoker in his youth. Mum was great though, she really took well to raising me on her own, my Dad was an only child, but her brother was still around and helped fill some of that positive male role model stuff Dad was meant to do offer me. Uncle Nick took me to sports, taught me some basic home maintenance, how to shave, that sort of stuff. Mum took care of everything else, she worked, but I don’t think she really needed to, we never really spoke about money much, but I know Dad had left a lot behind, not that I had ever known where it all came from.

I’m not bothered to admit that I was always a bit of a Mummy’s boy, even before Dad died it had been that way, growing up I loved spending time with Mum, then when it was just us in the house that didn’t really change. Throughout high school I went on some dates, I had some crushed, had a girlfriend for a week or two, but that never really felt like as big of a priority for me as it seemed to be for the other guys in my class. Mum always said someday girls would be crawling over each other for me, at the time I thought she was just being sweet, I now know she was being a bit more literal.

I never got “the talk” at the same time as the other guys in my school. We had some basic sex ed that we went through at school, but that was it. All my friends had that dreaded moment when they were between fourteen and sixteen where there parents sat them down, spoke about safe sex, told them random stuff about puberty, birds and the bees, all that stuff. One of my closest friends in school as a girl named Lex, Alexis to her parents, her sex talk had consisted of her Dad buying her a box of tampons, a box of condoms, a box of cigarettes, and saying “you’re a grown woman now, your life is yours to live, and your mistakes are yours to make.” We all joked about how fucking weird her “talk” from her Dad was, but at least Lex got one, Mum never mentioned anything to me. Not until I turned 20.

After high school most of my friend group fucked off elsewhere for university or work, only Lex stayed in our home town with me to go to the local University. She moved to be on campus, I stayed living at home with Mum and didn’t mind travelling a bit further to get to classes.

For the night before my 20th birthday Lex and I had had gone out drinking on the K Street with a few of our other random mates from uni. K Street was better known to uni students as the Golden K, the best street in town for a pub crawl. A few pints at each venue down the road until we got to the towns only nightclub Vixens, and by the time the club closed I was thoroughly wasted.

The next morning I woke up in bed feeling strangely good. I’d expected to wake up hungover as all hell, but other than a bit of a headache, a dry mouth, and a little dizziness I felt fairly okay. I’d slept in till 10:30 and I just figured the long lie in must have done me wonders. I rolled out of bed, threw on some jogger shorts and a band t-shirt, and went downstairs to find Mum and probably apologise for coming home such a mess.

I found her downstairs in the living room, she was wearing a nice sundress with a pink and white gingham pattern. I wondered if she might have planned a picnic or something like that for my birthday, I felt a bit guilty about sleeping in so late and was afraid I might have spoiled any plans she’d made for the morning. That fear only spiked when I saw her face, she had on a face of lovely natural looking makeup but it was streaked with dried tears and her eyes were red from crying.

“Mum, are you okay?” I asked, half jogging over to the couch to sit beside her.

She held a handkerchief in one hand and used it to dab just below her eyes, “Oh sweetie, good morning, Happy Birthday baby boy.” As soon as I sat down beside her she pulled me into a big hug. “Don’t mind this,” she said, pointing to her eyes, “just a bit emotional about my boy being all grown up.”

She looked at me and smiled as softly as she ever had.

“It’s okay Mum,” I hugged her back, “I’m just the same as ever.”

A look crossed her face that I couldn’t read, pride, sadness, anticipation, it seemed to be so many conflicting emotions all at once. “That’s just the thing baby, you’re a man now, twenty years old, and there are going to be some things that change.” She said.

Holy shit, now? I was getting the sex talk now? Only four years too late to warn about how awkward and clumsy my first time would be.

Mum continued, “no matter what happens baby, I want you to know that I will always love you, I will always be proud of you, and I will always be your Mum.”

Okay, not the sex talk, something else then, it almost sounded like I was about to get shipped off to war, or told I was adopted or something like that.

“You’re kind of freaking me out a little Mum, what’s going on?”

“I wish your Dad was here to have this conversation with you as well, we’d always planned for it to be both of us telling you about it together, but really it would have been him leading the way on it.”

Oh shit, that was 100% it, Mum was about to tell me I was adopted. A thousand thoughts ran through my brain, who could my real parents be, did I want to meet them, did it really make any difference, Mum would always be my Mum.

“Sorry,” Mum said, she took a deep breath and centred herself, “let me start from the beginning properly. We hid it from you while you were growing up, it’s not the kind of thing you should expose a child to, but there are some things you need to know about your Dad and I.”

Fuck, here it comes.

“We decided, before you were born, on how long to wait before we told you. Your Dad found out when he was only 16, but I felt more comfortable waiting until you were older and more responsible, and your Dad agreed that 20 was the right time to know.”

Shit, Dad was adopted too, Gran and Granddad were two whole lots of adoption removed from being my biological grandparents.

“And the thing is I thought about telling to earlier so many times, when you lost your Dad you grew up so much faster, you were a mature young man so early on and as much as I felt you could handle this news responsibly, it would have felt dishonest to your father to tell you earlier than we’d agreed on.”

I decided in that moment that I wouldn’t let it change anything, adopted or not, Mum was my Mum, she was the only one who mattered, if I ever sought out my biological parents it would be purely out of curiosity, not to replace her. She had watched me grow up and had always taken care of me, and that would never change.

“Okay, here it goes.”

Here it goes.

“I wasn’t just your Dads wife. I was his sex slave, the technical term is concubine. And now that you are a man, I’m meant to become yours as well.”

…not adopted then.

“Your fathers side of the family, your family, have a tradition, kind of like a legacy. Each generation has only one male child, and the legacy passes from father to son when the time is right and it is decided that they are a man. Along with just the legacy a lot of other things pass over, such as relationships like your father and I had.”

The dizziness of my hangover suddenly felt amplified. I sat in stunned silence.

“Parts of what you need to learn are going to feel very far fetched, and it’s going to be really difficult for you to believe. Especially without your Dad here to walk you through it, but I hope you can trust me to help you through anything you feel nervous about.”

“Mum I …” searching for the words felt like doing a google search after a keyboard smash and hoping to find the Wikipedia article for offshore wind farming.

“I know sweetie, it’s okay.” She put her hand on my shoulder. “There is going to be a lot to take in, and there are things you won’t understand first. Please understand though, this is all your choice, no one is going to make you do anything, there is this legacy, but you have every right to refuse it, then it will end and we could pretend that we never had this conversation, if that’s what you want. And you don’t need to decide about anything right now either, you can take as much time as you need, you have up until your birthday next year to decide. I just want you to have all of the information, and know what you’re deciding on first.”

“Mum, I’m very confused right now.” Everything she had said so far vaguely made sense, but not coming from her. I tried to sort through the information in order.

Mum was Dads Sex Slave, his concubine. I had some weird family legacy that meant she was supposed to become my… “did you say you’re meant to become my…” I couldn’t finish the sentence.

“Concubine is the correct word, it means a woman who lives under a man but is not his wife. It means that if you accept, I would belong to you in every way.” Mum was alternating between looking down at her hands fidgeting with the hem of her dress, and looking me in the eyes. “A concubine is separate from a wife, and in this instance it’s become part of your family legacy means accepting The Wife.”

“You want me to marry someone, like an arranged marriage situation?” None of this was sounding right.

“Yes, and no. This is where it might get a little difficult to explain. A long time ago, one of your ancestors married a woman who wasn’t human, she was just called The Wife, she gave him gifts and promised him prosperity for his family moving forwards, if his son, and his sons son, and so on married her each generation anew to continue the legacy.”

My stunned expression finally changed, the absurdity of Mums words caught up with me and I started to chuckle awkwardly, it felt like my brain had finally caught up. “This is a pretty weird prank Mum.”

To my surprise Mum laughed as well, she had become so tense in the shoulders and when a laugh burst from her lips she seemed to relax. “You must think I’ve gone crazy, I know how ridiculous it sounds, but I promise I am telling the truth.” She looked me in the eyes with a wistful smile and I could feel how earnestly she meant what she was saying.

“You’re not joking around?”

“No sweetie, I know it sounds strange, and I’m trying my best to explain it properly, but it would have been easier with your Dad here.” On mentioning Dad again Mums face twisted some, like she was trying to hold back some amount of pain.

“It’s okay Mum, it sounds strange, but I can tell this is important to you. Just try to explain and I’ll listen.”

Mum looked relieved, like a rising panic had been lifted from her.

“You’re such a considerate man, just like he was.” She reached up and cupped my face, her hand was warm and soft. “If you agree to marry The Wife, her gifts and prosperity will be yours just as they had been your fathers, and grandfathers, but there are rules to your marriage that will change your future.”

I took a deep breath and tried to focus, to ignore the screaming part of my rational brain that was telling me my Mum had gone crazy.

“Each generation of your Dads family has only one son, but often many daughters. You are no exception, and part of learning about this means you also have to learn that you have … a few half-sisters. Children of your Fathers other concubines, I know that must be shocking, but we can talk more about them in a bit, I need to finish explaining this. If you agree to marry The Wife your future will be the same, your responsibility, your only responsibility, will be to find the perfect concubine who will give you a son. There will only be one woman who will be able to give you a son, it doesn’t matter how many children you have with a woman, if one is a daughter, they all will be. For each generation of husband to The Wife, it is his father, and his maternal concubines roles to help guide their son to his perfect concubine. Without your father here anymore, the role of guiding you will fall just on me as your maternal concubine. I know this is a lot to take in, are you following so far sweetie?”

“Um, sort of,” I said, I was more or less following her, though some parts were very vague, It was taking no small amount of suspension of disbelief to follow along though, “so, who is The Wife?”

“I don’t think anyone really knows, there are journals and diaries that your Dad told me about, and if you accept the legacy you will get them, one from each man in your family history. Your granddad is caretaker for them for now. The way your Dad explained it to me, every member of the family has sort of had their own ideas about what The Wife is. A guardian angel, a demon, an alien, something supernatural, something spiritual, a pagan god, no one really knows. You might not even ever meet her, your Dad told me most men in the family never do, she only shows up rarely.”

“Okay, so I have a family legacy to marry a supernatural entity and fuck around until I have a son?”

Mum blushed slightly, “there is a bit more to it than that, but … yeah kind of.”

“Wait, if most men never even meet her, how do I marry The Wife? I assume it’s not at a church with a priest and all that?”

“No, there is a ritual that accepts her invitation and claims her as your wife.”

“And I have sisters?”

“Yes, half-sisters, children your father had with his other concubines. You’ve met some of them when you were younger, others you haven’t seen since your fathers funeral.”

I didn’t remember Dads funeral too clearly, but at the time I had remembered wondering why there had been so many random women and children present who I didn’t remember. “So Dad just fucked these women then abandoned them when he found out they weren’t pregnant with a boy?” I had such a strong mental image of my Dad in my head, I felt so certain he was a good man, the things I was learning were certainly shaking that.

Mum slapped me on the arm. “No, don’t be ridiculous. Every woman who ever had a child with your father knew about his … situation. He was active in all of your sisters lives until he got sick, it was only after that when he decided to take a step back from them and it broke his heart to do it. But even then he still set things up so they would all be taken care of for the rest of their life. I still keep in touch with almost of his other concubines, I felt it was my responsibility to keep us all connected. They all know about the conversation we are having today, some are deciding to tell their own daughters about it all, some have decided they are better off not knowing, that’s their choice to make.”

I sat silent for what felt like minutes, growing up I’d always felt split between wishing for a bigger family and being happy as an only child, then it suddenly turned out I was getting both and I had no idea how to feel about it.

“What sort of gifts, from The Wife I mean?”

“Well there is a lot to it, and some of it I don’t understand, money is a big part of it, but not directly, it’s got something to do with luck in all your ventures. There is also some stuff about virility and strength, and a commanding presence. It’s one of those things that also looks a bit different for each man in the family, but your granddad can probably explain it better than me.”

I sat back on the couch, I didn’t realise how far forward I’d been leaning until I finally tried to relax. “Mum, I’m sorry, I am really trying to follow all of this and hear you out, but it sounds crazy.”

“I know sweetie, and I don’t expect you to decide anything right now. You can take all the time to process it that you need, you can ask me any questions you have and I will answer everything honestly. No matter what you choose I will be so proud of you, and nothing will ever change that. You’ve got a full year to decide.”

I was split in two minds, a part of me, a very big part of me, still didn’t believe any of what my Mum had said was true, but an even bigger part still could see the torment and anguish over how carefully she was trying to explain herself and, despite all of the insanity, I believed her.

“There is one more thing, then I won’t mention it again until you bring it up.” Mum said, and then she opened a drawer on the coffee table and pulled out a disc in a clear plastic case with my name written on it. “This is a message your father recorded for you when he learned he was sick. I don’t know what’s on it, he told me to give it to you after we had this conversation. There are two others like it, one for if you decide to move forward with saying yes, and another for if you say no. This is yours to watch in your own time.”

She held the disc in both hands and offered it out to me, I took it. Physically it was light as any dvd I’d ever held, but the real weight was far more emotional. Dad had recorded other messages for me which I’d been given as time went on, birthdays, graduation, acceptance into uni, getting my drivers license, most major milestones in my life so far had come with a disc just like this, it makes sense that that this one would be no different.

After handing it over to me Mum seemed to lighten considerably. “Okay,” she let out a big exhale, “now that we’ve gone through that, let me go get your breakfast sorted and your presents ready, take all the time you need right now, then when you’re ready, come through and we can start your birthday properly.”

Mum stood from the couch, flattened the front of her dress, and went to move through to the kitchen. “Mum?” I called out, just before she crossed the doorway.

She turned to me beaming a radiant smile. “Yes sweetie?”

“You said there is a ritual to accept The Wife, what is it?” Part of me felt like I knew, but I had to hear her say it.

“The ritual is to accept your maternal concubine as the link in the chain to pass the marriage between your father and yourself.” She swallowed hard. “Which is to say, you would have to fuck me.”

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True to her word Mum didn’t mention anything else about it for the rest of my birthday, or for the full week that followed. Mum spent my birthday spoiling me with gifts, she made an incredible breakfast, let me play video games, then took me out to dinner. I watched the video my Dad left behind for me that night, and it answered some questions, and gave me yet more to consider.

Mum didn’t bring it up at all, but even still, for the next week, every time I entered a room or called out to her to get her attention or ask about anything I would see Mums eyes light up expectantly. I didn’t resent it, but I could tell she was anxious to know what was going on through my head.

I was still trying to unpack how I felt about everything, my mystery siblings, the prospect of my mother becoming my concubine, the weird supernatural element to it all, when I got a text from Lex which changed things even more.

“Dude, what the fuck?” The text read.

I replied a string of question marks, but the gears had already begun to fall in place in my head.

“My Mum just told me I’m your sister, my Dad isn’t my real Dad, yours is, was, sorry, whatever. And she told me all about your magical destiny bullshit to plow your way through half the women in our town! Is this some kind of fucked up prank?”

Fuck, that was what I was afraid of. Lex had been my best friend since I was a kid. I remembered our parents being very close, but apparently I had no idea how close they really were. Lex’s dad, Frank, was a decent guy even if he was a bit weird, I wondered how much he knew about all of this.

“Drink?” I replied.

“Drink.” She shot back.

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I met up with Lex at our usual spot for youthful hooliganism, we both liked to drink in public places without all the eyes on us that came from drinking in pubs. It was a tall forested hill about halfway between our houses and there was an outcropping we used to hang out at as kids. It wasn’t just our spot, some other locals in the area hung out there as well occasionally, someone had even brought up a ratty old vinyl couch sometime which was quite the effort given there was no real road in.

Lex was already there when I arrived, she seemed out of breath. She was dressed much the same as normal, loose fitting jeans, converse, and an oversized band-shirt. I took a beer off the six pack I’d brought and tossed another to her.

“Hey Lex,”

“So you fucked your Mum yet?” She asked, cutting me off.

I stopped in my tracks halfway through opening the beer, I guess she more or less knew everything, at least as much as I did. “No.”

“This is so fucked up.” She said, gulping down a swig of beer.

“I’m sorry you’re wrapped up in it, I had no idea about any of this until my Mum told me on my birthday. She didn’t say you were my sister, she told me that once I know a bit more about what I want to do that she’ll tell me who they all are.”

That had been of the fist things I’d asked later in the day on my birthday, and Mum had answered me as if it were the most normal question in the world, what’s for dinner, do you want to watch a movie tonight, how many secret siblings do I have?

“My Mum only told me about it all today, she said she wanted me to know the truth since I was already such a big part of your life. Apparently she used to be part of your Dads harem or whatever.”

“I’m sorry.” I said, and I did feel sorry, that she’d been dragged into all of this, that my legacy had shattered her understanding of her family.

She looked over to me and tapped her can of beer against mine.“It’s not your fault dude, I’m just still sort of processing it all. And it’s not all bad I guess, apparently being one of your sisters has it’s perks, Mum was saying I’m just going to be naturally more lucky and talented at things I try in life.”

“Weird that you’re so shit at guitar then.”

She punched me in the arm. “Dick, apparently I don’t get the magical destiny, but I still at least get some good shit out of it, if any of it is even real and our parents aren’t all playing the most fucked up joke in the world.”

“A joke where the punchline is trying to get me to fuck my Mum?”

“Are you going to?”

On one hand I felt terrible that Lex had been dragged into everything, but on the other hand it felt like such a massive relief to have someone else to talk to about it. “I’m not sure, I’ve not really been able to stop thinking about it, I know there is all that incest porn crap on the internet, but I’ve just never thought of her that way.”

“Bullshit dude, your mum is hot as hell. If fucking her would give me magic powers I’d do it in a heartbeat.”

“Don’t be gross.”

“Whose being gross?” Lex said. “I’m dead serious, besides, how do we even know that’s not how it works, are you sure this Wife wouldn’t like a bit of lesbian action to change up twenty generations of boring man dick.”

I laughed and took another sip of beer. “Seriously though, I don’t know what to do, it all feels so crazy. I appreciate why my parents decided not to tell me until I was 20, but now it feels like a huge bomb dropped on me that I’ve only got a year to decide about. My Dads parents told him when he was 16, they gave him five years to decide, and he had both of his parents their to help him work through it.”

“What does your Mum think you should do?” Lex asked.

The question sort of hung in the air, on one hand I felt like I knew, I felt like she wanted me to accept it, but she hadn’t actually said that. “I don’t know, I guess I just assumed that she wants me to say yes, otherwise she wouldn’t have said anything.”

“Maybe you should ask her, she knew your Dad best, she knows the ins and outs of it more than most others by the sounds of it. And she is a big part of the first step you would have to take.” Lex took another sip of beer. “My Mum thought you would go for it, she was actually pretty graphic about it, she basically told me she was going to offer herself up to be one of your concubines if you would accept her.”

I thought about Lex’s Mum, Alison, she was absolutely the kind of Mum next door that gave most guys a milf kink. It would be an outright lie to say I hadn’t been guilty of some very wandering eyes when she would wear a bikini that showed off her curves at a pool party. I felt myself starting to get hard and tried to snap my mind out of it. I wasn’t some stupid teenager, I didn’t want to make a choice just because I was horny.

“Jesus Lex,” I said, “does Frank know about all of this?”

“Apparently, Dad, Frank, whatever, apparently he knew all about it before your Dad was ever in the picture with my Mum. My parents had been together for a long time and trying for a kid, then your Dad showed up and Mum fell over herself for him, and Frank fully gave them his blessing. I didn’t really ask for the nitty gritty details.”

“It’s such a strange world to imagine that my Dad was living in, it just doesn’t seem like the guy that I remember.”

“I’m sure they did a pretty good job of hiding it for you on purpose, from what you’ve said it sounds like your parents didn’t want to push you into this.”

I nodded and continued drinking.

“Any other words of wisdom that your Mum gave you that I should know about?”

Lex took a long, long drink of beer and sighed deeply. “Nothing important, she seemed to think that if you accepted the legacy I would eventually end up in your harem as well. I told her she was talking out her ass.”

“This is all way too fucking much,” I stood up from the couch and walked to the lip of the outcropping where the view was best and you could look out across half the town with ease, “can we just talk about something else for a while and pretend everything is normal?”

Lex finished her beer, dropped the can on the ground, stood up, stomped it flat, then put the crushed disc in her pocket before grabbing a new one. “Yeah, dude, that sounds good.”

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The sun was setting in a brilliant display of orange and pink when I finally got home, Lex and I had spent a couple more hours up the hill talking about random shit, uni, gaming, music, crappy horror movies. The elephant in the room was still there, but it was good to feel like things were still normal with my best friend, even if it did also turn out she was my half-sister.

On my meandering walk home I’d thought a lot about what she said, her parents strange relationship with mine, her mum, and what she’d said about mine.

I found Mum in the kitchen when I got home, she was bent over the sink peeling potatoes while wearing a flowery dress and an apron. For the first time in my life I really took the time to look at her as a woman and not just my mother. Mum was 42 at the time but still looked like she was in her mid thirties, she was only about 5’6”, brown eyes and had long wavy brown hair that came down past the shoulders of her Rubenesque frame. Mum had always been naturally fit without going to the gym or doing exercised beyond yoga in the backyard, she had put on a bit of weight since I was a kid but it sat on her in appealing curves. Her ass was large round and soft, and even under the layers of her dress and apron I could tell her chest was more than ample. With Lex’s voice still in my head I could finally see that my Mum was more than just beautiful, she was sexy.

I felt a weird pang of guilt in my stomach at that thought, I felt the weight of society pressing down on me that said that men who objectify their mothers were fucking creeps. Though, all of those creeps situations weren’t exactly similar to mine.

“Hey Mum,” I said, she had earphones in and hadn’t seemed to notice me come into the room.

She startled slightly then pulled her earphones out. “Sorry sweetie, I was just wrapped up in my podcast.” She wiped her hands on a towel and came over to pull me into a hug. “Alison told me that she filled Lex in on everything, did everything go okay?”

“Yeah,” I said, Mum released the hug and went back to the kitchen sink, “we’re cool still, it’s an adjustment process but it was good to talk to someone else about it all.”

“I’m glad sweetie, and I saw you took some beers from the fridge so I thought I would make bangers and mash for dinner, nice comfort food.”

“Thanks Mum,” I said, I turned to leave the kitchen but caught myself before I reached the door, “can we talk about? I have some questions.”

Mums body seemed to relax slightly over the kitchen sink, she shut off the running water, put down the peeler, and turned around while drying her hands on the hem of her apron. “Of course, you can always talk to me.”

She approached the kitchen table, took off her apron and hung it over a chair that she pulled out for herself and sat down. “What did you want to ask?”

Without the apron on, and with my newfound appreciation for her body I couldn’t fight to keep my eyes from the plunging neckline of her dress. I pulled out a chair opposite her and sat down, I picked up a napkin and began to fidget with it. “Lex said something while we were talking and it got me thinking. You keep telling me that I can decide what I want, and that it’s my choice, but I didn’t ask what you think I should do, or what you want?”

Mum smiled softly at me. “That girl has been a good influence on you since you were a much younger man.” She reached out with one hand and put it over mine, calming my motions. “The decision you make is one that will shape the rest of your life, it’s a big choice and it’s not one I can make for you. I am very grateful that you want to know what I think, and what I want, but I don’t want that to be too big of a factor in what you decide to do.”

I nodded, “I understand,” I was going to continue but Mum gently held up her hand for me to pause.

“That being said, if you want to know what I think, and what I want, then I would be happy to tell you.”

“I would appreciate that.”

“Okay,” Mum took a deep contemplative breath, “even before I met your father, I had particular types of interests about the types of relationship that attracted me, and I had enjoyed exploring that. Then with your Dad, the type of relationship we had, the nature of it, it brought out a side of me even deeper than I had ever experienced. I’m not sure if it was the gifts from The Wife, or just his nature, but everything about it helped me embrace that part of myself in ways I never had before.”

“What parts do you mean?”

“My submission, the nature of the types of relationship that occur because of your legacy means that there is a certain level of power exchange involved, but your Dad helped open up new worlds to me with the depth of that. And he was honest, so honest about what the future might hold if I accepted my place as his concubine and we were blessed with a son, as we were. It took some adjusting at first, and a lot of honest conversations about how it would have to work, but ultimately I knew that this would always be in the cards and I was always okay with that.

“Then your Dad tragically left us and though I sometimes felt lonely I was never alone because I had the most incredible, thoughtful, and kin son a mother could ever ask for. And as you got older, in some ways you grew to be more like your Dad than you could ever imagine. For most of your life I couldn’t imagine our relationship changing in the way that it would if you accepted your legacy, and I was afraid of it, and I thought strongly that I might never tell you about it and let it end with your Dad.

“But then over the last two years, that started to change. I watched you become the man you are now, and I felt this part of me that I thought I’d lost forever when your father passed away re-awaken. Like any mother would I’m sure I still felt so conflicted about it, I know it’s not normal, I know it’s strange, but that submissive part of me started to see you as more than just my loving son, but as also the first man I could submit to for the first time in so many years.

“So you wanted to know what I want, and what I think you should do? I can’t tell you what you should do because that can only be your choice to make, but a part of me, a really, really big part of me, hopes that you will say yes. Not just for the gifts the money or the security, not just for The Wife, nor just for the legacy, but because I want you.”

I felt stunned into silence once again, I looked across at the table to my Mum who had bared herself, her journey to me in complete honesty and I felt so lucky to have her with me in this journey.

In his video message to me Dad spoke about the moment he knew he would accept his legacy, it had taken him two years to reach it, it was an ordinary moment, and in that instant he felt a sudden clarity, that he could see the two paths his life could take moving forward, and he knew the one he would take. He described a feeling of calm certainty wash over him as he saw the future unfold, and he decided to accept the legacy as his own, and he committed to using everything that would be granted to him to make life better for everyone around him.

After a few seconds of my not saying anything Mum gave me a smile that hid an unspoken sadness and she stood from her chair, she was slightly misty eyed as she went to pick her apron up from where she had left it and return to dinner.

It hadn’t taken me two years, but in that moment I felt that same calm certainty wash over me that my Dad had described, and it focused all of my attention to the stunning woman in front of me.

I stood from my chair quickly and walked around to her, I placed one hand on her hip and cupped her cheek with the other, lifting her eyes to meet mine. She seemed slightly startled, then she put down her apron and rested one hand on my chest.

“I want you too.” I said.

There are no words which could accurately and succinctly describe for you the kiss that followed, but I will try my best with no regard for brevity. The first thing that happened was a crest of relief that I saw change my Mums smile into something entirely new, a special acceptance. My eyes were so intensely focused on her, taking in each detail of her face, the slight dimples of her cheeks when she smiled, her long lashes that framed her deep brown eyes, her lips, lips that began to part to speak.

I never found out what she was going to say as that slight opening brought out of me a deep and primal need to kiss her. I pressed my lips against hers and the moment felt electric, and I felt it from her as well as her body melted into mine while we kissed, not a chaste peck on the lips of mother and son but an intense and passionate kiss of the would-be lovers we had just become. Her lips parted for me and I felt her tongue dance across my lip and I parted for her.

A twisting gnawing feeling of wrongness welled in my gut as my Mums tongue met mine for the first time, but I didn’t care, if anything I felt a sick arousal from the feeling as I defied it. Both of my arms wrapped around my Mums hips and I lifted her clean off the ground and placed her ass down on the dining table as we continued to make out. Slightly higher now I no longer had to bend over quite as much to kiss her, her around wrapped around my shoulders and pulled me into her. I was hard, harder in that moment than I think I had ever been before, and has her legs wrapped around mine and pulled me closer I felt my crotch grind against hers.

She moaned into my mouth, a wanton pleasurable moan and her pleasure tasted better on my tongue than any meal I had ever eaten. With no girlfriend before had I ever felt such a burning need to move forward, to draw out more pleasure, to fuck, than I did in that moment pressed against my Mums body and between her legs.

That is why I felt such agony when she said to me. “Wait.”

My hands were full of her luscious hips when she broke off the kiss from me and leaned slightly back. My crotch was still pressed against hers, and as she panted to catch her breath I still felt her body writhing slightly against my own.

“Wait.” She said again, panting, short of breath. “We have to do this right, not just here on the dining table.”

I bit back an open groan at the warning of having to wait longer, but I knew I could do it. “Of course.”

She placed her hand on my chest, still heaving and heavy from the passion of our kiss, and she looked me in the eyes, no longer the soft and loving gaze of my Mum, but the passionate lustful look of someone who wanted to abandon all illusions of a family legacy and let her son take her right on the table.

Her hand slipped down my chest until it landed between our legs, palm out, resting against my crotch, my cock strained against the layers of fabric that kept it trapped and away from her grasp. She closed her eyes and took in a deep shuddering breath before she pulled her hand away.

“One week, sweetie give me one week to get everything ready, and then I promise that once you have claimed me, I will never deny you again, I will be yours in any way you want me for the rest of your life.”

The promise she made, one week before a lifetime of submission, such a short delay before boundless pleasure. I reached my hand back up and held her face. “I can wait, one week, and then you will be mine.”