He had dreamed and imagined making love to her ever since he started masturbating.
That fateful evening, he had walked into the house and found her sitting on the sofa.
His father was away for the week, at the opening of the company's new subsidiary in the north.
Usually the living room main lights were switched on but tonight the house was in muted darkness. He heard her soft sniffling and knew something was amiss. Danny rushed to her and saw the tears. He was taken aback by her distress and knelt on the floor before her, taking her hands into his.
"What is it mom?" he asked her.
"Are you ill?" he continued, getting really worried.
Danny suddenly realized that his mother was looking at him. She neither answered nor responded as she slowly extracted her hands from his. He was confounded by his mother's reaction.
He could feel her rejection and it traumatized him. He stood up and sat beside her, not touching her.
Then she spoke for the first time. "I found your notebook in the pocket of your trousers when I did the laundry," she said, not looking at him.
Danny's felt his face flushing. Which notebook, the 20 year old wondered?
"I did not mean to intrude into your privacy but the book was wet and I wanted to dry out the pages.....I'm in shock Danny, why.....do you think of me that way," she said in a trembling voice.
Danny's heart dropped when he knew immediately what his mother was referring to. It was his very personal small pocket notebook where he had entered every detail of his fantasy after masturbating and when he was lying in his bed. He knew the risks of keeping such a diary. If ever it was exposed, it would be devastating, and he had been extremely careful, thus far, in concealing it. He had though about burning it, but he felt it was a part of him he could not destroy.
In his haste yesterday to send his father to the airport, he had put notebook in his trouser's pocket and left it in the laundry basket. And now, he had to face the woman he was fantasizing about in the notes.
His mind was racing frantically recalling what he had written. The entries started the day he saw her naked. And each time he masturbated, he wrote about what he did to her. Kissing her lips, sucking her nipples and kneading her breasts, kissing her vaginal lips, her anus, fucking her in all places and her swallowing his sperm.
"You look so innocent and decent, but in truth you are......I can't bring myself to say it," she said, breathing deeply.
He sat silently, his world shattered. Danny knew there was nothing he could say in defense of himself.
His hand reached out to her, seeking her understanding and forgiveness.
As she felt him touching her, she flinched and Julia struck out, hitting her son with a hard slap on the face, as she uttered the word "you pervert". She could feel the sting in her hand as she saw Danny clutched his face.
Julia sat mesmerized by the force of her action. She knew that she had struck her son a terrible blow. She could see the faint red imprint of her slap appearing on his right cheek. Her heart melted and went out to him. It was the first time she laid her hands on him in anger, since he was a baby.
"Danny, oh Danny, what have I done," she cried out, reaching out and clasping him to her.
Danny felt the harshness of her slap and it hurts, both physically and emotionally.
When Julia hugged him, his head rested on her chest as tears glistened in his eyelids. He loved her so much and he had betrayed that bond.
Julia looked into his eyes and saw his tears slowly running down his face. She kissed his cheek gently, as though to sooth away the pain and hurt.
The closeness of her affected him, even in such situation. As her lips caressed his cheek, he felt the softness of her breasts against his chest. It intoxicated him.
He said softly, "Please forgive me, I love you so much."
It was a pleading cry for redemption as Julia kissed his forehead and eyes.
Danny's palm touched his mother's face and they looked into each other's eyes. It was a moment of unspoken words and longing. He turned his face and his lips pressed gently against her cheek.
Their lips touched. Julia pulled back momentarily but Danny held her head, not with force but tenderness as he brushed his lips onto hers. His tongue went between her lips and she returned his longing.
Although she had initially been disgusted with what she read, and had put down the notebook, she had returned to read it again in detail. It had shocked her but a small part of her mind had taken it every detail of her son's sexual wanting of her. She was confused. It was something she only read in adult novels but it was her she was reading about.
She was not deeply religious but incestuous tendencies never crossed her mind, especially not with her son.
Her husband Jason was a good man and loved her, but after the birth of Danny, their sex life had been what it was before the birth of their son. They still made love once a week but the intensity was fairly mild.
Danny's lips were vibrant and full of desire as they kissed more passionately.
Julia pulled away from her son in sudden realization, shamed and embarrassed at what they were doing.
"No, please, don't...," she gasped.