After far too much to drink I was slow to wake next morning; my first thought was of how sticky things felt between my legs and a realisation that I'd had sex; the recollection of with whom arrived seconds later. Oh My God, I'd seduced my Son-in-Law!
I heard Duncan moving about downstairs, he'd be getting ready for work, so if I lay here quietly until he'd departed, I could avoid or at least delay the awkward conversation that had to happen. Thirty minutes and he still hadn't left, I was bursting for a pee, but if I used the bathroom I couldn't continue pretending to be asleep. Needs must, I donned a robe, visited the bathroom and with growing trepidation headed downstairs; Duncan was at the kitchen table, smartly dressed and reading the newspaper: " It's after nine, shouldn't you be at work by now?"
"Not before I'd seen my favourite mother-in-law; I emailed the office telling them I'd be late." Then a smile and silence, no mention of last night's encounter; clearly it was for me to raise that uncomfortable subject.
"I... I was very drunk last night. You mustn't mention it to Anna. I didn't mean, or want to... do what we did. It was just the drink... we need to forget it ever happened. "
Duncan's smile never wavered: "You were and I won't, but it's not true that you didn't want to..."