An Oedipolemic Dialogue

Preface: In my story "My Son's Seed" Brian Jackman Jr. wrote a poem the summer after he had graduated from High School. He was 18 by then and had the hots for his mom. This is the poem which appears in the story, slightly modified.

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Her son said:
O mother dear, would you please share my bed?
Snuggle with the baby you once breast fed.
O come to bed my mother dear,
O mom please lie down, and lay with me here.

Murmured his mother:
To hug and to hold you next to my breast,
Sweet as that 'twould be, 'twould be not best;
You're a manly male now, it 'twould not be right,
To climb into your bed and spend the night.

Her offspring offered:
Your loving son, does want you near,
And when you come, wear something sheer?
Or come without a stitch, and slip undercover,
As if you were going to meet your lover?

His mother replied:
O no, neither in a naughty nightie,
Nor as naked as blushing Aphrodite!
Have you become an impish peeping-tom,
The female charms to spy of your old mom?

Tell me true, do you mean to really rest?
Or does your insistence mean you're obsessed;
What is the real reason for your request,
Desire for some naughty Oedipal incest?

Her son rejoined:
Would it be so very sinful to have some fun.
By dallying so with your sexy son?
Mother, please answer now with the truth,
Are you not a bit attracted by my youth?

He stepped up to her, and with both his arms,
Encircled her waist, but this sets off alarms;
She retreats a step, and then she looks down,
At first on her face surprise, then, a frown.

His mom scolds:
O brazen boy what's that come between us?
Is that straight, stiff, staff I feel, your penis?
How rude of you to poke my precious bod',
With such a long and strong, and stout a rod!

Long have I been living, without a spouse,
You wear only briefs around the house,
And parade your manhood's erect pride,
In proud prow forward fashion, nothing hide!

Her child chided:
And am I not to notice what a hot
Enticing feminine figure, you've got?
With semi-transparent nightgowns dreamy,
Or tanning in the sun in your tiny bikini?

Walking past, wrapped in a bath towel much too short;
Seeing you so, is what made me so sport
There, under my underwear, my erection;
'Twas your body inspired it's direction.

Her youngster entreated:
O please ma, don't make me have to wank it,
Come and let's play under my soft blanket,
And there will I, when we're between the sheets,
Delightfully nibble on your sweet treats!

Going to make you cum, lickity-split,
By tonguing your slit, and suckling your clit!
I know I'm being rather crude and blunt,
But, O mom, how I want to fuck your cunt!

His mom did listen, and with her deep love
Heard his horny need and the truth there of;
She pulled him close, and gave into her lust,
Responding to him, her hips gave a thrust.

His mother confided:
Use your young tongue my son and make me slick,
When we make love, please use your every trick;
Make me multi-climax licking my clit,
Don't ever stop, 'til I beg you to quit.

Then take your thick dick, wriggle and wrestle,
That veined tool into Venus's Vessel.
You're taking a trip up Memory Lane,
Re-entering mommy's womb again.

O Baby, if that's the way we cuddle,
Your bunk's gonna have a big wet puddle.
So give me your spunk and make me cream,
Plug up your ears, 'cause when I cum, I scream.

Her lover laughed:
Then down with my skivvies, sexy mother,
And with smooches my plum you may smother.
Your kid's cock, is getting hard as a rock,
Just from watching you taking off your frock.

I want to study each and every curve,
Appreciation you so well deserve;
To run my hands over every square inch,
Give these tender nipples a gentle pinch.

So the son led his mother to his bed,
He went down on her and she gave him head,
He mounted her as she spread wide her legs,
And did his best to fertilize her eggs.

His mother promised:
From now on, every night, I'll tuck you in.
Knowing you, as I do, we'll fuck again.
And that's just fine with me, if we do screw,
Your lust to have me, I've had for you too!