Born to be.

"Aww, he's done already." Laureen's retort seemed less like a question, more like a statement.

I only scratched the back of my head sheepishly, and chuckled awkwardly. My mom, however, held not an ounce of judgement in her eye as she joined in my hair scrubbing and patted my cheek. "Thanks, honey, that felt good."

"But I--"

"It doesn't matter," she interrupted assertively. "You fucked the shit out of me for your own pleasure. That's all that matters. I'm proud of you for finally doing it." And with that, she kissed me on the forehead and, as if by instinct, I walked off back into the house. Back through the sliding door, dick satisfied, if quite the minute-long mile. I could feel the eyes of all the other women on me as I left.

Plop.

With a nab of some soda, I took the time to reflect on the sofa.

And then, thought,

Hm. Well. That is true.

Suddenly, the excitement swelled within me once again, like a great surge of electricity ready to short-circuit.

I did fuck her for my own pleasure. It didn't even last all that many minutes and yet she didn't care.

IN FACT, I went right up to them all in front of their faces and asked to fuck my own mother in front of them.... and NONE OF THEM CARED!!

And when I actually did do it, they only giggled and gossiped in the background like it was some awkward coddling session -- not an actual act of incestual SEX!

I... I actually...

I actually did it.

I actually am it.

I... am the owner of the world.

Fzzp.

Soda done.

Sofa sighed.

I thought of everything in my life up to this point. I was shadowed by a so-called learning disability but, technically, was still very smart and socially able to function. High-functioning, they term it.

But my mother was always a little frustrated with me. I could tell. Heck you could tell. A single mother, with her only child, a sometimes aloof son who had an attention problem or three.

I don't even know when it began myself, these perverted thoughts... but eventually, it consumed so much of my head-space. And they included my own mom a lot more times than not. I know, I know! First, a poet, next, a saint. What more do I have up my extraneous sleeve of riches.

How long I stood there, in aimless thought, I wasn't sure. I was still naked, and my dick still flung in the open air below me.

I stared at it for a while, and realized my libido was... intensely pent up recently, but surprisingly still primed for action.

Maybe part of my whole sideways brain thing, who knows. Something to look into later.

But right now...

...there were still some women-in-bikinis in the pool out back!

And with my new rights, opportunity was always a-knocking.