Mother’s Turn

Jack the cock and the boy carrying him come into the kitchen stark naked. (What was his name?) He is standing up pale and proud in the morning air, Jack I mean. I think of the carnal things that I have just done with that cock in the night, just a few hours before. Before the wish, that was my dildo, I smile at the thought of what I did with the beige latex version of that cock. The boy is drying himself nonchalantly with a towel. He smiles naughtily at me, looks over my boobs, and sits down at the table, legs apart in that relaxed way men do.

Mother puts a plate of pancakes, with fruit and butter on top, down in front of each man. Then she says, “My turn.” She winks at me and then sinks to her knees in front of Jack. She runs her hands up and down the legs as she moves in between them. The boy is not surprised. In fact he almost ignores her and just starts eating his pancakes. It is as if all this sex is ordinary in my post-wish world. Mother starts kissing the skin around his crotch.