My mother reached over and turned the lights off.
The room became dark and she stood in front of the window and looked out towards the full moon, which was shining bright. The moonlight lit my mother’s face. It was a beautiful sight. I saw the conflicted look on her face.
She continued, “I’ve felt those desires and longing since the visions first came to me. It’s insatiable. I tried to satisfy it earlier, but I couldn’t. It’s something I’ve never felt before. I can’t explain it. It’s intoxicating.”
It was a surprising revelation about her complicated set of feelings.
“What should we do?” I asked.
“There’s more to the story. And this is where it gets a lot more bizarre.”
There was a serious tone in her voice. Her eyes remained towards the moon and her body was lit by the bright moonlight.
“Okay.”
“The Queen was never married. But she had a son. An adult son. When he became a man, the Queen taught him about the secret rituals. Based on their traditions, neither of them could have sex outside of marriage, with the exception of the full moon days. The son was a virgin. When he heard the offer, he was intrigued.”
My mother kept staring out towards the full moon. She was in a state of deep thought while reflecting on the erotic visions of incest.
She continued, “It lasted for many years. No one in the kingdom knew about it. It was their intimate secret. Late at night, during full moons, they would sneak into each other’s room, or anywhere private. Sometimes they would sneak out into the forest and make love under the moonlight. They would kiss on the mouth. Then they kissed each others bodies. Oh god, I felt it. It came so vividly to me.”
Her voice quivered like she was still aroused. But she tried to compose herself.
She continued, “They made love to each other so passionately. It was real love and passion. They waited for each full moon to touch each other again. It was so forbidden. But they wanted it. There was so much lust, it can’t be put into words. It was beautiful.”
There was a brief pause as she took a deep breath.
She continued, “I felt everything the Queen felt. Their tongues, their lips. The Queen enjoyed her nipples being sucked. They enjoyed giving each other oral sex. They enjoyed making passionate love to each other, no matter how forbidden it was.”
The tension in our tiny room grew as my mother put her right hand on her chest. I could hear her breathing. I could see her chest heaving from each breath. There was an intensity inside of her. One that I can’t possibly understand.
“What happens next?” I asked, almost afraid to hear the answer.
“It’s up to you.”
I was puzzled, “What do you mean?”
“I’m not hypnotized or possessed. So you don’t have to worry about that. But I feel the Queen’s deep hunger inside of me. Her exhibitionist needs. Her need for… ”
She stopped herself before getting too graphic. She needed sex. And I wondered if she needed incestuous sex like the Queen did. Maybe that’s why mom had suddenly stopped herself from going into detail.
“Don’t feel embarrassed,” I tried to reassure. “Whatever’s happening, it’s outside of your control. I’m sure it will pass. Or maybe we can talk to a doctor about this?”
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