Oedipus Complex?

Bud held onto me tightly, trying to get every last drop of his cum into me. I felt my cervix close behind his last spurt, trapping his cum in my womb. He shuddered, then he let go and leaned over on top of me. He wrapped his arms around me, grabbed my breasts, then he picked me up off the table and hugged me against him. He held me so tightly that my toes weren't even touching the floor. My breasts were pointing up at different corners of the ceiling, the nipples swollen hugely and bright red from being rubbed and slapped on the table.

"Bambi, look." She was too far-gone into her own climax to open her eyes, but I wanted her to see this.

"MOM!" Her eyes snapped open at that. "Look, you can see the outline of his cock inside my tummy." Her jaw dropped as she focused on my abdomen and realized that it was true, she could easily make out Bud's cock where it was lodged deep inside me.

Bud turned me so she could get a better look. Fascinated, she leaned over and traced the bulge with her fingers.

"See how his cock stretches my pussy? It feels like I'm stretched thin all around his cock."

Bambi leaned over to look and I spread my legs wider and tried to tilt my hips, but I was too tightly wedged onto Bud's cock to be able to move. I felt her hot breath on my swollen clit as she looked at where Bud and I were joined.

Bud bent his knees and lowered me to the floor until I was able to stand on my feet again. I bent over so he could start to work his cock out of me. As I did, I threw my arms around Bambi's shoulders and whimpered into her ear as Bud pulled and tugged, trying to separate us. Time was running short, and we couldn't wait for nature to take its course. We had to pry ourselves apart and get to school.

Bambi held onto me as Bud backed slowly away. His cock felt so good as he dragged it out of my pussy that I had another climax right then. When I squealed, Bambi hugged me tighter, giving me support and sharing in my pleasure.

When Bud finally had his cock free, I turned around and licked and sucked it until I had got off all his cream and my juices.

Bud and I grabbed up our clothes and headed upstairs to grab a fast shower and get dressed. When we dashed back downstairs, Bambi was waiting with her car keys in her hand. She had traded her robe for a short sundress and washed her face, but hadn't had time to reapply her makeup. Without it, she looked even younger than usual. The veneer of sophistication she applied actually added several years to her apparent age.

"Come on," she said, "I'll drive you to school. We don't want you to be late."

We dashed out to the car and piled in. Bambi drove quickly and we arrived in plenty of time, after all. When we were waiting in line to pull up at the drop-off point, she said, "Bud, your father would be very proud of you. You are just like he was. We named you well."

"Thanks, Mom. That's good to hear."

My look of puzzlement must have been obvious. Bud explained, "Bud is just a nickname. My real name is Benjamin Reynolds, Junior. Please don't call me Junior. Please don't tell anyone I'm a Junior. I'd rather be Bud, but one day I'll be Ben."

"You can be Ben anytime you want, honey," Bambi told him. "I won't mind at all."

"Not just yet," he said, "but I feel closer to it, now. One day..."

We both kissed Bambi goodbye and got out in the safety zone. We waved as she drove off.

Jim and Neeka were already there, waiting for us.

"Well!" I said. "What have you two been up to?"

Neeka blushed. "It's called 'bundling'," she said. "It's an old courting tradition. Basically, you're both supposed to get into bed with all your clothes on. Then you sleep together, but no touching and no sex."

"Right," Bud said. "And the point of this is?"

"It helps you to get to know the other person better."

"So you two slept in your clothes last night. Wasn't that uncomfortable?"

"No, he actually wore pajamas and I wore a nightgown. We followed the spirit of the thing, not the letter."

Bud nodded. He took Jim aside for a private conversation while I talked to Neeka.

I asked, "What does your mother think of this?"

"She was all for it. She thinks this whole retro-dating idea is very romantic."

"And she was OK with you two sleeping together?"

"Sure. Sam, my mother knows I have sex, when, and with whom. I tell her about it every time. When I told her we wanted to spend the night in my room, she was OK with that. When we told her we weren't going to have sex, she was surprised."

"And you picked your room to do this in so you wouldn't have us breathing down your necks."

"Something like that. We just wanted to be alone. That was easier to do at my house than yours."

"And did you learn anything?"

"Yeah. We learned that when you can't have something, you want it more than ever. We had a hard time getting to sleep."

"I can believe that. Are you two having fun with this?"

"I agree with Mom. It's just so romantic that I want to cry. Jim is terribly sweet. I think he takes after his mother and Bud is more like his father."

"So it seems." I filled her in with a mental rerun of the morning's events.

"Wow! That's one way to resolve an Oedipus complex."

"A what?"

"It's a psychological term Freud invented. It means a boy that is attracted to his mother and competes with his father for her attention. Of course, Bud can't compete with his father so the normal resolution isn't possible. If he has come to terms with his sexual attraction to his mother by transferring it to you and treating her like his sister, it sounds like a win-win for everyone."

"I wish you'd been around yesterday. We had to work it out for ourselves without the subtitles."

"Still, it sounds like everyone is happier now. Bud can allow himself to be sexually attracted to his mother without feeling guilt. She can flirt and be as sexy as she likes without having to worry about the effect on him. And you get great sex and gratitude from everyone for solving their problem. How do you do that?"

"Just lucky, I guess. But my question now is, how will Jim take this? Does he have the same problem?"

"I think he does, but not as bad as Bud. We haven't talked about it, but this whole 'putting sex aside' idea of his could be his way of dealing with it. If you don't have sex, sex is not an issue."

I tried not to look over at Jim and Bud, but it was hard. I asked, "How do you think Jim will react to Bud's solution?"

"Pretty much the way Bud did. Only Jim will probably turn to someone else to satisfy his sexual needs while he treats his mother like a platonic girlfriend."

"And that would be you."

"That will almost certainly be me. Thanks. I'm going to be screwed every time Mrs. Reynolds wears a sexy dress or lets her breasts fall out of her blouse. Which is about every three hours as I've noticed."

"Sorry. I've messed up your flirtation with abstinence."

"Don't be. I knew it couldn't last long. Especially not after last night. We were both about to rip each others clothes off by morning. He's been looking at me like he wants to rape me ever since we got up. It's driving me crazy. I want him to screw my brains out, but I can't say anything because it would spoil his romantic notion of having an old-fashioned courtship. It's awfully sweet, but if I don't get fucked pretty soon, I'm going to die."

"Poor Neeka. What can I do?"

"Hold my clothes and don't let them turn the hose on us until I cum. But let's see how Jim takes the news, first. Here they come."

Jim and Bud rejoined us. Jim looked uncomfortable.

"Sam, did Mom really agree to this. Did she seem OK with the idea?"

"Yes, she did. In fact, she loves the idea of being treated like a girl again. Now that you two are grown, she would like to be more of a friend than a parent. She never provided much discipline anyway that I can see. But, I think you are both past that stage now. If not, I will be happy to give you a whipping whenever you need it."