The Mothercunt Sonnets (10)

My Mother took a lover who confessed
A craving for my cock. "You have good taste,"
She said. "It seems your needs have coalesced.
My son is thirty-three. It's time he faced

The fantasies he shamelessly relates
While we are fucking--how he wants to kiss
This hefty cock of yours. He even states
He wants to rim your ass and drink your piss.

His wife is out of town." She phoned. I sped
To Mother's boudoir. "Strip and realize
Your fondest dreams," she cooed. It's time you
     shed
Your sperm into each other's mouths. My prize

Will be the three-way kiss in which we pass
     your viscous jizz
From mouth to mouth until we've mixed my
     favorite cum fizz.