I didn't care, I was trying my hardest to focus on pleasing her and following her moves.I felt her let go of my left breast and placed her hand behind... my right thigh. She lifted my leg up so that my foot rested on the bench. She then traced her way to my crotch applying pressure the whole way. It caused me to suck in my breathe quickly and deeply. She began rubbing me causing me to melt to her touch. My only support was her mouth pressed against mine. She then slid the fabric to one side. “You know, damn it, honey! Would you really want to marry me or just-uh-have sex?” “Oh, mom, I’d want to do both if I only had the chance. God, I’d want that more than anything else in the world!” “Oh, wow!” mom said. She was quiet for a moment as we continued to caress each other. Then she said, “Well, you are my son, so obviously you can’t marry me.” after a long pause she added very softly, “Unfortunately.” God! Was I feeling good! Things were really heating up. I knew that my mother was. You name it, I’ve done it. Above all else, I’ve loved life. And there have been women and men whom I have loved. Yes, I am bisexual. Once, it was taboo where I come from but why hide it in this day and age? I haven’t always been a hero. I was just content to live my life and continue my endless search for meaning. I remembered a time when genetic mutants were extremely rare. Nowadays, they’re pretty common, though everyday humanity still doesn’t believe they exist. Mutants hide who and what. That night I had quite a boner and I thought about her the whole night. Well, I had no idea that the next morning itself, my dreams would come true. My mom said that she had work and that she would be going with dad to the neighboring city for a few days and that I had to make do on my own. She left in the afternoon after the maid had done her work.In the evening when I was on the bed, doing nothing, the bell rang and to my surprise, it was the maid. She was smiling wide. I nervously asked her,.