“No of course I don’t, we mustn’t?”
“Mum tell me the truth you do don’t you?”
“Do what?”
“Me, you do want me don’t you?”
“No, no we shouldn’t.”
“So some say,” he whispered moving his face closer so they were only inches apart. “But some say different don’t they?”
“I don’t know,” I groaned as I rested my hand on his leg.
“Mum please be absolutely honest with me then I promise I will do whatever you tell me to do and if you want this will never be mentioned again. Ok?”
“Yes ok,” I whimpered.
“If I were not you son would you stop me, be honest please, it’s the incest thing isn’t it?”
I felt myself welling up and I began to cry. He pulled me closer. “Tell me the truth mum, please, I beg you.”
“Yes darling it is.”
“And but for that you would make love to me?”
“Yes,” I whimpered very quietly as the tears ran down my face.
“Oh mum, mum,” he smiled pulling my face towards his and kissing me on the lips. “Thank you, thank you so much.”
As his opened lips squirmed against mine and his tongue plunged into mouth where my tongue greeted it so my heart felt as though it would burst with pleasure; I was so pleased and excited. But then when his hand cupped my near naked breast in the delicate, see-through Lejaby bra, something hit me. I realised how wrong it would be, that nothing could ever be the same again and just what would we do longer term. On top of that what Sara would think and say came into my mind.
I stood up and moved away.
“What, what’s happened Jay, what have I done?”
“Nothing darling but we can’t.”
“Why not, we want each other we’ve agreed that.”
“Yes I know.”
“And you need sex mum, don’t you? I know you do.”
“This is more than satisfying a need.”
“How do you mean?”
Looking at him from the other end of the sofa, still with the front of my dress undone and my breast in its cup still exposed showing my hardened nipple and areola, I said quietly.
“Peter, if it was just a need to get laid, Clive would have done nicely.”
“What you would fuck him rather than me?”
“In some ways yes.”
“Why, what do you mean?”
I was now getting upset and confused, almost distraught. Here we were nearly at where I had wanted to be with my son for ages and I was prevaricating. God women and mothers can be so stupid.
“It would be easy with him or someone I don’t love,” I blurted out.
“What do you mean?”
“Oh Peter,” I whined. “Don’t you see?” I sighed as I pulled my dress up covering my breasts.
“See what Jay, we both want each other so where’s the problem?”
“What happens after, that’s the problem darling don’t you see that?” I blurted out suddenly wondering if he looked at me as a one off, a one-night stand even!
“What do you mean?”
I could hardly believe that such an intelligent guy could be so lacking in emotional intelligence.
“So what do you want or think will happen?”
“I don’t know mum.”
“A quick fuck or two while I am out here then that’s it?” I said frostily.
“Oh god no, I see what you mean I am so thick. I have thought about it and really I don’t know but as far as it would be feasible I want us to live as man and wife.”