I forgot about the laptop for a couple of days, and when I remembered, returned to it.
On closer examination it wasn’t all your standard porn in fact there were only three films on it, but all of the files, eighteen in total, were stories, erotic stories, and I thought, what the hell is Literotica anyway?
Two hours later I knew exactly what Literotica was, and I knew a lot more about my Father’s furtive, secretive life.
The three films were all from the Taboo series dealing with incest, and the stories were all about incest also. The most astonishing thing though, was that the stories were all written by him, in the first person, about his relationship with his mother.
Different things they’d done, places they’d gone to, different places they’d made love, different ways they’d made love. They were all claimed as fictional, but it was easy to fit members of our family into the picture as I read the stories.
The feedback from his readers was very good as the stories were well written, I felt proud of some of the comments that were posted, he had a lot of loyal readers. But I mean, shit, my father had had a sexual relationship with his mother. That was a whack between the eyes, was it ever, and how was I going to deal with this?
I watched the Taboo movies and found that I was enjoying them more than I should, especially the first one where Barbara goes into her son Paul’s room.
I played it several times telling myself that I was trying to better understand my father, but in fact the films were so well made, and so very erotic that they kept me intrigued for hours, so much so, that I copied them onto my computer to keep, along with his stories.
I looked through the family album and when you know what to look for, you can see it. In every photo he was holding her hand, his arm was around her, her arm was around him, her arm was through his and her breast was hard against his arm, or she was looking at him deeply with love in her eyes. Just a mother and her son photo? Yes absolutely, until I read his stories, I would’ve thought so also.
From the album I looked at photos of Mum when they got married, and saw a real resemblance between her and Dad’s mother when she was younger. When I mentioned it to Mum, she laughed, saying “yes, it was something that was commented on at the time, she looked more likely to be my mum than his.”
How long had this been going on anyway?
Over the course of a week I reread all of his stories several times, so that I almost knew them off by heart. I was able to judge that it’d been from a year after his Dad had died, right through until quite recently that they’d been involved. I must confess I found it changed completely my view of everyone else in my family, who else was having sex with whoever else, I tried to picture my father and his mother making love.
Every night now I had dreams about my Father making love with my Grandmother, which over several nights developed, until then Mum joined him in my dream. A few nights further on, and I joined the three of them at it. After that Mum started to be missing some nights, and then disappeared from the dreams completely, and then it was just Dad and I with Grandma.