I lay there for a while looking at my darling son sleeping deeply lying next to me, he looked so peaceful, so happy and contented, he must be tired I thought, he had a busy night last night, I quietly slid out of bed, showered, slipped on a thin robe, and sat in the kitchen, drinking my coffee, thinking. It was then that I started to feel guilty, had I used James to satisfy myself? Before last night I hadn't had sex for 6 years, sure, I had dated a few times and I knew plenty of guys who, if given the chance, would have fucked me, but I chose to concentrate on my career and raising my son.
Yes, last night was good, very good, but it was something that could never be repeated, I had to try to get things back to normal, the last thing I wanted to do was to screw up my relationship with James, he was my son, I was his mother, I had to get things back as they used to be, before I let James fuck me. I knew it would be difficult; I could handle it - but what about James
I was preparing breakfast when James walked in, "Morning James, did you sleep well?" I asked, James sat at the table, he was wearing a robe, his hair wet from the shower.
He was quiet for a while, then he said "Thanks mom"
I turned to him, "What for James?" I asked.
"For what happened last night mom, it was great, when I woke up this morning I thought I had dreamed it all, it was only when I realized I was in your bed that knew that it really happened"
I sat at the table opposite him, "James, about last night, you must understand that everything that happened was for your benefit, I wanted you to understand about sex, I wanted to show you, to teach you, and I'm sorry James, but we did things last night that we shouldn't have done, it was my fault, I let things go too far, we must try to forget it happened!"
James sat not looking at me, not speaking, I returned to fixing the breakfast, thinking how badly I had handled things. I am not a very good mother, I thought, James will probably hate me now and it is all my fault, oh I wish it had never happened, if only I could turn the clock back, get things back as they used to be. I could feel James's eyes staring at me as I was making coffee, I regretted wearing such a thin robe.
We ate breakfast in silence, neither of us knowing what to say, I tried to talk to him, "So, what are your plans for today?" I asked.
"Nothing much" he replied.
"It's such a beautiful day, what do you say we go to the beach?" I suggested.
"Ok, if you like" he answered, I got the beach things ready and later we set off.
In the car I tried again to speak to him, "Please James, can we try to get things back to the way they used to be, I don't want us to fall out with each other, I don't like it when you are sad and miserable, I love you so much James, you are all I have"
"I love you too mom" he said, "I'll try mom, I'll try to forget, I promise I will"
He was very quiet at the beach, he did try but I could see he was having a hard time trying to get the images of what we did out of his mind.
Things didn't improve much over the next few days. I did my best, I tried to make conversation with him, I bought him presents, computer games, new clothes, but he seemed so sad, so withdrawn. Every night I lay in bed regretting what had happened, what could I do to make him love me again? Next day James came to me, he told me that when he returned to school next week he had to sit a test, if he failed he would be put back a grade, he said he was worried he wouldn't pass as he couldn't concentrate on his revision. I knew the reason why. It was because of me.
Christ, I thought, I've screwed up badly. "Please James, you must try, you always used to get good grades, why can't you concentrate?" I asked already knowing what his answer would be.
"Mom, I just can't get what we did out of my mind, I can't stop thinking about it, I've tried to mom, I've tried but it won't go away, why can't I forget it mom? Why?"
I pulled him to me, hugged him tight, he started to cry, my darling little boy was crying because of me, I had to make things better, "There James, please don't cry, mommy will make things better, I promise you James, I promise!"
As I hugged him I realized my son was not as grown up as I thought he was, sure, he was developing a man's body but he was still, after all, a young boy.
"What can mommy do to make things better James?" I asked him.
Still sobbing a little he looked up at me and said, "Mom, can we do what we did before? Will you teach me more about sex? Maybe if we did it again I wouldn't think about it so much, it might make things better, please mom, please"
"I'm sorry James but mommy has already told you that we shouldn't repeat what we did, it would be wrong James, very wrong" I told him.
"But who would know mom, no one would find out, you told me it had to be our secret" he turned away and quietly said, "It's because you don't really love me mom, that's the real reason isn't it"
"James, I love you more than anybody in the world" I told him.
"Yes, but you said you loved Dad and you let him do things to you, if you loved me as much as you loved dad you would let me do the same things that he did"
"James, the love I had for your dad was different to the love I have for you, you are my son James, mothers should not do the same things with their sons as they do with their husbands, I've told you before, it's not right, it's just not right"
He pulled away from me and ran up to his bedroom, I sat down, my head was spinning, what could I do? I thought about it for ages, if I did give in to him and allow him to have sex with me again how would it end? But I didn't want to make him unhappy, I didn't want my little boy feeling sad, what could I do? I pictured him up in his bedroom, lying on his bed, looking at his magazines, then I thought about the picture he had cut out and replaced the woman's face with mine, the story he had wrote about him having sex with me, surely that couldn't be right.
There seemed to be only one answer, I would have to give in, I would have to let him have me, I had no choice! I went up to his room and knocked at the door, he opened it, his eyes red from his crying, I said "James, come downstairs with me, I want to tell you something. He followed me down and we sat on the couch, I faced him and took hold of his hand, "James, I want you to be happy, you must believe me, I really do love you, you know that James, don't you?"
He nodded, "Yes mom, I know"
"Well James, if you do well in your test and you get a good grade mommy will give you another sex lesson, just like she did the other night"
He looked at me, his face seemed to brighten "Do you mean that mom? Do you promise?"
"Yes James, I promise, is that ok with you?"
He hugged me tight; "Thanks mom, I'm going up to revise my test" he said and ran upstairs to his room. Over the next few days before he went back to school I didn't see that much of him, except for meal times and a couple of hours in the evenings he spent his time studying, now he had something to aim for, his reward - ME.
Monday, James went to school, I went to work, throughout the day my mind was not on my job, how could it be? I knew James very well, now that he set his mind on achieving a good grade he would probably get an 'A'. I left work a little early and visited a nearby Lingerie store; I picked out some very sexy underwear and a black chiffon robe.
When I got home James was waiting, a slip of paper in his hand, "What's that?" I said, taking it from him, trying to make out I didn't know. I read it, he got an 'A', "That's great James" I told him, giving him a big hug, "Now, let me see, I wonder what reward I can give you, How about a new computer game" I joked with him.
"You know the only thing I want mom" he laughed.
"And what's that?" I asked, teasing him.
He started to blush, "You know mom, what you promised me!" now he started to look a little worried, he probably thought I was going to go back on my word.
I stopped teasing him, "It's ok James, I was only joking, your next lesson will be tonight!"