Yes—But not cock.

As Bryce considered Flo and her suddenly obvious attraction to his mother he considered other things...the fact that he'd never seen his mother with any other man than his father, or himself, the fact that there had been no porn in her collection of sex toys, the way she'd taken to Monica's cunt like a dehydrated woman to...well...a dripping cunt, as well as her newly revealed past relationship with Monica when she was Ultimagirl. "I'll think about it." He said taking another bite of his sandwich as his mother approached her orgasm beneath the desk. "Did you want me to give her a message for you?"

"Nah, I'll call her later." Flo said, surprised to find herself dismissed so suddenly. She closed the door and Bryce was gone from his chair. The door was locked a moment later and he pulled Brenda up, out from under the desk and pressed her, tits first against the blinds of her window, creating interesting crinkling sounds and cracks in the shades.

"Wha--" Brenda began.

"Hands on the window." He ordered, heedless of the fact that his cock was pressed against the back of her black suit, leaving a stain on it.

Hands slick with their shared juices pressed against the blinds as she obeyed.

"Did you love my father?"

"Yes, of course--" She began.

"Were you attracted to him?"

She froze.

"You swore an oath.? He paused for a moment and realized she?d sworn one to his father too. ?To me.? He clarified.

"No. I wasn't." She admitted.

"To any man?" He asked.

"Never, before you, but--"

"Let me take a wild guess. The first woman you loved and slept with turned into a monster, and you, thinking it was your fault and/or that it was terribly wrong and so went out and got married to man you loved, even if he couldn't move your furniture."

She nodded against the window, eyes on it, not looking at her son.

"You're a lesbian."

"Yes." She whispered, even though it wasn't a question.

"Do you still love her?"