"Mother..." he started.

 

"Hm?" Elaanya responded, stopping in her tracks.  "Something the matter, honey?"

 

"It's about... us," he said.  "What we're doing... it's wonderful, I don't want to stop, but..."

 

"But?"

 

"There's a question I can't shake.  The logical part of my mind can't accept it, no matter how much the emotional part of me wants to."

 

Elaanya crossed her arms under her chest.  "I feel like I already know, but I'll ask anyway - what question would that be?"

 

Anconar paused, piecing together the proper phrasing.  "How does a mother come to have... sexual feelings towards her own child?" he asks.  "I never knew you growing up to be so... lewd.  You dressed modestly, never brought anyone home, and never said or did anything to suggest you ever thought of me that way.  So... how?  When?  It's like there's this whole side of you I'd never seen before now."

 

 

"Oh, honey..." Elaanya replied.  "I had a whole life before you were born, you know!  What you saw growing up was the me that was focused on family.  I had a beautiful baby boy to raise into a strong, upstanding man, and I wouldn't let anyone or anything get in the way, even if it meant giving up the things I loved.  My wardrobe, on the other hand... that was easy.  I was fairly promiscuous, surely, but as far as I'm concerned, my body is a gift to be given at my discretion, not some sort of display piece to be shown off to the world.  I only wear my robe like this because you asked me to, and since it makes you happy, I do it gladly.

 

"You mean more to me than I can ever express," she continued.  "Doubly so since you're the only one I could ever have."

 

Anconar's proud glow at hearing his mother speak of him so highly faded a bit at those last words.  She rarely mentioned it, but when he was born, she came down with some sort of illness that required the healers remove her ovaries.  Aconar spoke, "Enlightening, but none of it answers my question."

 

 

"I suppose not," Elaanya said.  "I can assure you now, it's not like I was watching you running around in diapers imagining us doing these things.  In fact, I'm sorry I said that, I feel a bit sick at the mental image..."

 

"Likewise..." Anconar said.

 

Elaanya took a moment to banish the thought and continued, "The answer is actually quite simple, though I fear it's also unsatisfying.  I was just in a mood when you arrived that day, and when it was you who came through that door, I just... went with it.  It didn't matter that you were my son."

 

"But all that dirty talk?" Anconar asked, confused.

 

Elaanya grinned.  "Mommy/Son dirty talk was always a kink of mine.  It's no different than these little strumpets calling their boyfriends 'daddy'.  I compartmentalized it the same way they do, I imagine.  Still, even though I'd never given it thought before our fateful encounter, I suppose the kink was always there, under the surface."

 

"So," Anconar said, contemplating everything he'd just heard, "it really does boil down to you just being..."

 

 

"A kinky whore?" Elaanya said, pushing her chest out to punctuate her statement.  "Yes, simply put, that's all there is to it.  But that's the answer for you, too, isn't it?"

 

"What?" Anconar asks.

 

"How does a son come to have sexual feelings for his mother?" she said in a singsong tone.  "Simple!  You're just a naughty boy.  My naughty boy.  Right?  Only a really naughty boy would stroke himself off to completion with a sweetroll because mommy said so.  You may look more like your father, but your perversion... you got that from me."

 

Anconar considered it for a moment, then smiled.  "You're absolutely right, mother," he said.  "Sorry to hold us up.  Let's get going."

 

"Don't apologize," Elaanya said.  She grabbed his head and pulled him down, planting a motherly kiss on his forehead.  "That was a very good question you asked, and it's healthy for us to be able to talk about these things.  As a matter of fact," she said, a wicked grin crossing her features, "all this talk of kinks has gotten me rather thirsty.  What's say we find a nice clearing just off the road so I can drain those lovely balls of yours?  Mommy's craving cum right now..."

 

Anconar felt his face flush and his pants tighten at the suggestion.  He smiled.  He liked being a naughty boy.