A father’s illness draws mother and son together, family taboo, sex stories, It was Friday night and twenty-three year old John Quinn just wasn’t in the mood for clubbing or going to the pub. It had been a hard week at the engineering factory where worked as a machine mechanic and he had decided to stay home and watch some of his favourite DVD’s.
Thanks to his good pay John was able to afford a flat in the town of Northfield, Essex. He moved there six months ago from his parent’s home that was on the side of town. It wasn’t that he didn’t like them. He just felt he needed his own space. He was very fond of his mum, Maureen. She was very kind and caring. Since his Father, Dan, had his heart attack Maureen had shown great loving care and devotion to her husband. It made John admire her all the more. It also made him feel guilty that he had moved. However he was determined to keep his independence. John always called into the house on the way home from work and always reminded his mum that he was only a phone call away.
Maureen Quinn was five feet seven. Her black curly hair was just below her shoulders. At forty-four, John thought she was very beautiful. He often wondered if she realised his secret admiration for her. Her breasts were large, round and very firm. Her legs were long and very smooth. He knew this because he often spied her as she made her way from the shower. As she walked along he could her wonderful legs as they were exposed by the robe. Both John and his parents had a very good relationship. Nothing,
However, would prepare John for the events that would occur on this night that would change that relationship forever.
The last film had just concluded and John was making his way to the kitchen to make some tea when the doorbell rang. It was eleven pm and John wasn’t expecting anyone. He sauntered slowly towards the door but picked up speed when there was a frantic, almost panic sounding banging. He was shocked when he opened it and saw who it was.
“Mum?”
“Oh thank God you’re here. I’ve never been so scared in my life,” declared Maureen as her son ushered her into his living room.
“Let me get you a drink. You look like you could do with it,” responded John as he indicated the sofa. He handed his mum the glass of brandy and she swallowed it in three gulps.
“Take it easy, Mum. That’s strong stuff,” said John anxiously. He sat beside his mother and held her close. “What is it, Mum? You’re shaking.” asked John with concern.
“I was been followed,” replied Maureen, her voice still shaking.
“What?” asked a shocked John. “I’ll call the police!” he declared with determination.
“No!” cried Maureen. She took a deep breath. “Please, John,” she begged her son.
“Mum, you’re not making any sense. What are you doing out at this hour?” asked John nervously.
Maureen gave a deep sigh before she answered. “Since your dad’s illness he’s neither had the energy or desire to, you know?…”
“Have sex?” finished John.
Maureen blushed. “He suggested that perhaps if I went to the bar in the Kingston Hotel I might get lucky and maybe meet some nice young man to fulfil my needs,” continued Maureen.
John was shocked and almost stunned into silence. “Dad suggested this?” he asked with shock clearly in his voice.
All Maureen could do was nod, nervous about how John would react.
“I think we could both do with another drink,” he responded as he poured himself one and refilled his mother’s glass.
They both sipped and put their glasses on the table.
“Oh God, you must think I’m an awful slut,” said Maureen.
John put his arms around his mum. “I’d never think that of you, Mum. I’m just shocked, that’s all. I thought I knew Dad,” he said soothingly.
“Hardly, believe me,” replied Maureen.
“So what happened tonight?” enquired John.
Again Maureen sipped her drink. “I was sitting in a cubical at the bar when this very nice looking young man, about twenty something came over. He spoke well and was very nice. We had a nice conversation. But…”
“But?” prompted John.
“He started to touch me, putting his hand up my skirt. When I pushed him away and told him to stop he looked at me real angrily. It was then I decided to leave. I rushed along the street. I’m sure he was following me. I knew you weren’t far so I made my way here. Oh John, I was never so terrified,” finished Maureen and wept bitterly.
John embraced his mother as she continued to cry on his shoulder. “It’s alright, Mum. You’re safe now,” he said soothingly.
Finally Maureen calmed down. “I’d better go,” she declared as she stood up,” wiping her eyes.
“Wait!” John said suddenly as he stood up. He held his mother’s hands. Then he sighed before speaking. “Look, there must be another way for you, Mum.” he said.
“I’d love to find it, John,” Maureen responded before turning away and picking up her bag.
“Wait a minute,” said John as he pulled his mother’s shoulder and forced her to face him. “There is an alternative,” declared John.
Maureen looked with a puzzled face at her son.
John paused and looked upwards before looking at his mother. “You’re a very attractive woman, Mum. You’re actually quite a turn on for me. You have been for a long time.”
Maureen was stunned. ‘So it was true. He was always staring at me,’ she thought.
“John, we can’t. You’re my son and more importantly, I’m your mother!” stated Maureen firmly.
“Mum, listen to me. You were very lucky tonight. You could have been seriously injured or even killed. I know what I suggested sounds crazy and it probably is, but this whole situation is unusual. At least you’ll be safe with me,” said John in a firm tone.
“But, John, what you’re suggesting is incest. It’s…”
“Well, at least sit down and relax. I’ll get you another drink and we can watch TV for awhile,” interposed John.
Maureen nodded and sat on the sofa while John switched on the TV and got the drinks. Mother and son huddled together as they watched the TV. Maureen kicked off her heels and rested her weary feet on a cushion. A little later she dozed off with her head on John’s shoulder.
***
“Hey, sleepy head wake up!” Maureen heard John’s voice as she slowly woke up and stretched. “My God, what time is it?” she asked confused.
“After midnight,” answered John.
Maureen stood up. “I’d better go,” she said.
“Is Dad expecting you home?” enquired John.
Maureen’s face reddened. “No, he probably thinks I’m in the arms of some young man at the hotel right now,” she replied in an embarrassed tone.
“It would be a shame to disappoint him,” John said with a smile.
“Please, John. I need time to think. It’s a little over my head and quite a leap,” responded his mother anxiously.
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