“What happened next? Did you find mum?” It was a logical question, well, two questions.
“She was still in bed and she didn’t hear me walk in. She was lying on her side, facing the other way, so I slid into bed behind her asked her if she were OK, as in not well.” David looked at me to see if I was still following his story.
“Go on,” I urged him and he continued,
“She said she was all right and was taking the advantage of sleeping in, having no-one requiring her attention. She told me you were at Amanda’s place and dad had gone to a Sunday football game with Harry. So, she was all alone in her bed. That’s when I had the idea of showing her that all the things she had been telling me about sex and girls in recent years had been heeded and I was a good learner and that she had no worries about me not liking girls.
I was recording all this information because there was too much to write as he spoke. Also, I would be able to check the truth of it with mum later; that is, if she wanted to agree or deny any of what David had said had actually happened.
“So, you were in bed with mum, lying behind her, so what happened next?” I pressed him to continue.
“I pressed myself closer to her and spooned with her. She was surprised and asked me why I was doing it, so I put my arms around her and hugged her close and covered her breast with my hand and tweaked a nipple. She told me I shouldn’t be doing that, it wasn’t right and all that stuff we have heard before, but she didn’t push my hand away. I told her I was going to show her that her teachings were not lost and I did have an interest in girls.” David assured me that was his intention. He paused and looked at me and asked if he should continue with the story. I have no idea what he thought I was waiting for, so he continued from where he left off. Perhaps he thought I didn’t believe him, so I made more effort to listen to his story and he contimued.
“I whispered in her ear that I was going to make love to her to show her the proof of her teachings.” He stopped there and said that before he could continue he had to tell me another part of the story that happened during the previous week to put it into context.
“I need to tell you this because the rest of this story won’t make a lot of sense. It was here that my idea, my fantasy, started, but I had no idea how or when I was going to be able to carry it out. Do you remember when my school has a teachers’ meeting day or something and I was allowed to stay home? You threw a tantrum saying that if I were allowed to stay home you should be allowed to stay home too?” I did remember that, it was a Friday. I was young then and I thought David was getting special treatment from mum for him to stay home.
“So what happened that day?” My interest was now aroused about this previous day, he said,
“Well, I was just walking out of the shower into my bedroom, naked. My body was dry and I had the towel over my head to dry my hair as I walked. I was looking down to see where I was going because the towel was draped over my head; I saw mum’s feet where I was about to walk.” He paused for breath.
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