A Son's Dangerous Desire:(9)

---The First Letter---

'Becky',

This is your mother writing. I know your brother chose your pseudonym as a joke, probably thinking that you'd never know. Well, the jokes on him. I'm leaving this note for you along with "A Simple Domestic Love Story", the memoir he wrote about how I became his lover. As I've read and re-read this story I could feel his love not just for me, but also for you. He's always naturally taken something of a fatherly role with you, tucking you in, helping you with homework, driving you around. Even before he and I made love for the first time.

Its strange not to have a name in his writing and still be so important, but I always appreciated my Son's discretion. He's always been thoughtful and loving. And that is the main reason why the last part of my life has been amazing. I have never regretted any part of my relationship with him.

Well, that's not totally true. I would have liked to have given him a child. He's never asked because he knows I'm infertile. I also think he should have had at least one relationship with someone younger than himself. Again, he's never complained. In fact, he's treated me like I'm the most beautiful woman in the world for over fifteen years. He'll still might get his chance at both, though.

I'm not well. It isn't operable, and I could delay the end, but there will be a great deal of suffering. And not just mine. I've kept this from him as well as you. He knows I have health issues, get sick a little more than normal, and have some chronic pain. I don't let him take me to appointments, just in case I cry.

You've known about us for a long time, and I'm sure that you've had mixed feelings about it. You've seen how much joy and contentment that it brought both of us, when we were each miserable, and that has made you happy because of your quite selfless love for us. It has upset you for other reasons, which for the sake of time, I can't be delicate about. You love him more than a sister should, and are jealous despite yourself. He thinks you've grown distant from him because of something he said or did, but you and I know the truth. I won't tell him, but you should, and soon.

When I die, he's going to lose a great deal. I'm not saying this to be prideful. He's going to need help, and you're the only one who knows enough to support him through this.

I'm not going to wait for the cancer to take me. By the time you read this, I will have passed on. It will be as quick and painless as I can make it, and won't be anywhere where he would be the one to find me. I think you can understand why.

From here on out, this is your story, please be careful how you write it.

---0---

All of the following took place about a week after Mom sent that letter to Becky. I didn't even know anything was wrong.

---1---

I'd say that morning was like any other, but I'd be lying. It was honestly an amazing way to start the day. At this point I was running my own business. I'm not going to say what I was doing, just that it allowed me a lot of freedom in terms of hours and time off. I had completed a big job the prior week, so on this particular Monday, I was sleeping in. At least that was the plan. Mom thought differently.

She still had a pretty amazing sex drive, and even when she didn't she made herself available to me. I never took her for granted. I'm not a gentleman, but ladies always cum first. She still gave of herself as much as she could. She hadn't been feeling well for the past few months but she'd assured me it was hormonal and getting fixed and because of that we had sex less frequently. I honestly didn't mind, I just made sure that when we did it was more intense. That morning was something else though.

I woke to her kissing my ear, my neck, my chest. She was working her way down in the most delightful way.

"Oh. I see both of my boys are up now." she said, and laughed. I loved her laugh. Ever since we had become an item it happened often.

At the same time I lifted my head off of the pillow my cock had come to life, and was poking her in the belly. She had lost some weight lately but I didn't find her any less attractive. Her hourglass was still there. Her ass still looked amazing in all the outfits she wore around me. And she loved to show off her breasts when it was just the two of us, or when we were on a date, as tricky as those could be.

"Don't worry little fella, I'm getting there," she continued her trail of kisses and i moaned.

"Little? It's always been deep enough for you..." I struggled to be a smartass as I felt her breath over the head of my cock.