Reader please aware that this story has a lot of black on white lesbianism, and incest.
Erin watched her son with some concern, he had a limp and it wasn't the first time she had noticed some things about him, the odd bruise on an arm or a leg, what looked like a bruises around his handsome young face. She had approached him a few times about them, but he had been evasive in his answers and always tried to change the subject or left the conversation.
Today he had arrived home with a decided concerted look on his face, he moved slower than usual; but Erin greeted him as she always did, with a loving hug.
"What's the matter hun, please Robby, tell me?" She asked him, she loved him so much, he was all she had now his father had gone, heart breakingly taken by the Lord five years ago. They were over the devastating death now, although he was always in their hearts. They were 'moving on' together. But things had changed and not for the better in Robby's life for some reason.
"Mum will you stop pestering me, please? I'm okay, nothings wrong." He walked away but this time Erin followed him upstairs to his room.
"I am not taking that anymore Robby, I want to know, are you being bullied or harassed, because from where I'm standing it sure looks like it to me," she said determinedly.
"Mum nothing is wrong," he said, but he made the mistake of pulling off his shirt and turning his back to her, there across his back was a long thin welt, a weal.
"Robby," she exclaimed, "what's that on your back, who has done that to you?"
He knew immediately what she had seen and whirled around to face her, "leave it mum, it has nothing to do with you!" He bellowed at her, but he also knew she wouldn't take that sort of comment.
Erin grabbed her son and spun him around to see more clearly the mark on his back, it wasn't a deep one and it hadn't drawn blood but it was definitely a mark of a stick, or even a whip, she didn't know, but she knew what it was.
"Robby Lipton, don't you dare deny what that is, and if we stay here all night you will tell me what's going on!" She shouted at him.
"Mum please just leave it, there's nothing to say and nothing to do about it," he told her quietly. "She has no idea," he said to himself, but how was he going to keep all this from her now, he knew his mother. He was in trouble here, she would get it out of him if hell had her.
"I want to know and I want to know now Robby, so come on, who is bullying you!"
"Mum if I tell you will you let me handle it?" he said.
"That depends on what it's all about Robby," she said softly now, her voice filled with love and concern.
She stood and waited for her 18 year old son to tell her his story.
"Okay," he said, I have a problem at school but I can't tell anyone, I would be ridiculed about it, my life would be unbearable."
Erin looked at her beautiful son, "he doesn't deserve anymore unhappiness," she thought. He had always been an academic, never a sporty type just like his father, he wasn't a wimp, but he wasn't forthcoming either, Erin had been waiting hopefully for him to bring a girl home one day to meet her.
He reminded her so much of his dad when she looked at him, but she was also in him, she could see her softness in his eyes, she just loved him so much. Erin waited for him to continue.
"I have a problem with someone called Harri Galvin," he told her.
"And just who is this Harry Galvin then?" his mother asked.
"I've just told you, it's someone from school." He repeated.
"Okay Robby, and where does this Harry Galvin live?" Erin asked.
"I'm not too sure, on the south side I think, but even if I knew I wouldn't tell you," he said.
That was enough for Erin to work on, she knew she could never go to his school to confront this Harry, but she would try to find out their address by investigations.
She would go and find him and have it out, she would stop this in its tracks even if it meant bringing in the police to do it. Erin went into mother mode and dressed his weal, using ointment and lint, she was satisfied with her work and left the matter alone, she believed she had enough information to find this Harry.
Erin was finding her way in life again; she had had sex with a friend of her husband, who knew full well that there would be nothing in it for him, no future in it. He was a valued and trusted person. Erin had talked to him over the years and he knew she wanted to get back in the groove again. But even he was surprised when she had asked him if he would make love to her. Erin wanted to try and find out if she could return to some sort of normality.
And she had spectacularly; she had had enormous orgasms that took her totally and so unexpectedly. She had been happy and sad at the same time. She was happy because she knew that if 'he' ever came along she would have no problems of giving herself to the right man. But she was sad because she had thought that her husband would be the only one who could have made her feel whole.
Erin was a very attractive woman, bordering on beautiful, she was sick of old friends of her husband hitting on her, and also sick of some of her friends husbands doing the same thing, she had no intention of ever going there. When the right time came along with the right man she would know, she just knew it in her heart.
She looked at herself in the hall mirror as she passed to the kitchen to prepare a meal for her and her son. She still looked as good as she had when she was 20, she had just turned 38 years of age. Her sleek blond hair was still almost as lustrous now as it was back then it was still full and vital. Her gorgeous face was still just that, flawless of any blemishes. Her eyes were a beguiling azure. Her lips would invite any man who looked at her, natural and in a permanent pout, full and tremulous. And her 5ft 3" body was still the same now as then too except for a couple of added pounds that had actually enhanced her lovely curves.
