On the night this tale begins, Charles Brannley, usually known as Chas, was watching porn videos, and idly fingering his cock. This was a regular Friday event, caused by his mother going out with a neighbour who had taken his mother Joyce under her wing to help her get over the loss of Chas' father. The point of their evening was to have a few drinks in a local pub and "pull" a pair of likely men for something a little more satisfying. To Chas' knowledge they had managed this several times, but somehow his mother always came home early whilst her friend Jane had vanished into the night with one of their 'conquests'.
Some background here will help. Chas is 29 years old, mother is 51, and his father had been a very high flyer in the finance world until he had died in the 9/11 event in New York. For several weeks they had been uncertain if he had been in the Towers at the time, but eventually his body was identified and for Chas and his mother their future was assured. The 5 bedroom house in which they lived was theirs, free of any mortgage, and there was more than enough money so that Chas' mother need never worry. Chas was a janitor at a local secondary school for girls, and his mother had long worked, from home, as the illustrator for a London publisher of children's books. Thus he got out and about on a daily basis, whilst his mother was a homebody, with few friends in the area. Hence the neighbour, Dawn, who was trying to bring Joyce, his mother, "out of herself" and assisting in making local friends. This she thought should involve sex, but Joyce was not sure of herself - her husband had not been too interested and therefore sex was not really her "thing".
Joyce Brannley was 5 foot 6 inches tall, had a bust of around 32-34 inches and always dressed in clothes which seemed to do their utmost to hide her body shape. Chas thought that the only thing he really noticed was that her bottom always stood out a little, a fact he appreciated.
Charles, meanwhile, was just over 6 foot tall, with a lean body, who enjoyed sex and had had many relationships, or flings, which he relished. Watching porn was what he did when between lady friends. His mother would have been embarrassed if she knew that he understood her situation, but her lack of success had never been mentioned, and he saw no need to bring it into their conversations.
So, back to this particular Friday night. There was nothing on TV to interest Chas, so he had put on one of his collection of porn DVDs, and fingering his cock was just because it seemed natural - he wasn't actually horny. Suddenly, earlier than expected, he heard the front door closing. Chas muted the sound on his film and allowed his hands to rest in his lap, hiding his cock.
As Joyce came into the room Chas could tell that she was upset, which was unusual as she normally took these foreshortened nights out in her stride. Tonight seemed different.
Joyce didn't even notice what the tv was showing, but collapsed on the sofa next to Chas. "Chas, what's wrong with me?"
Her son couldn't immediately think of a sensible answer to that, so took her hand and gently squeezed it. "Mum, I don't really know what to say. When you say 'wrong' what exactly are you referring to?"
Joyce sighed, and Chas thought she was going to change the subject. He held her hand a little more firmly and quickly said "are you talking about your nights out with Dawn? What do you expect from them?"
Joyce was silent for a moment, then half turned towards Chas and said, in a small voice: "Dawn said we'd find ourselves a couple of men, and hopefully we'd..." She stopped. Looking Chas in the face now she continued.
"Since your father died I haven't... I haven't...oh Chas I need a man! Your father and I didn't have too much of a sex life but we did have one."
Chas was taken aback. He'd never had such a conversation with his mother before. He was literally lost for words. Joyce swallowed hard and continued "I'm sorry, this isn't your problem. I'll...I'll go up to bed and everything will feel different in the morning.' and she started to stand up.
Chas held tightly to her hand, and Joyce was forced to stay sitting. "Mother, you're going nowhere. Sit here, next to me, and tell me exactly what's wrong."
With her eyes cast down, away from Chas, Joyce spoke softly. " I have the same needs as any other woman my age. Dawn is an easy person to be with and she diagnosed my problem straight away - hence the nights out. We were to meet... no, we were to pick up a couple of young men, let them buy us a few drinks, and then go...oh dear this sounds so dirty...and then go somewhere, a hotel or one of their homes... for sex" She literally only breathed the last word as she was so embarrassed.
For a second or two Chas was silent. Then: "tell me what happens, please, mom."
"Well, take tonight as the example. We went to the Orange Tree, it's a good pub to meet, er, people, and sure enough after a while these two men started to chat to us. Both were younger than us, bit this didn't seem to bother them. Hey, perhaps they prefer older more experienced women!" At this she seemed to relax into herself, and Chas took her hand again and squeezed it. 'And then, mom?"
"Well, we had sort of split into two couples, Dawn with Peter and me with Jack. He was telling me about his job, as a postman, when he suddenly whispered, right in my ear, that he wanted to..."
Joyce stopped, and looked at Chas. "This isn't right, Chas. I shouldn't be having this conversation with you." Chas, in his turn, felt the same, but was by now too intrigued to let things end.
"Go on, mother. I'm a big boy!"
She paused, then continued. "He told me he wanted to...'give me one'. I had no idea what he meant, and it must have showed on my face. Jack sat back and stared at me for a moment, then said that he thought I was acting coy. However, it must have been at once obvious that I really didn't understand him. Chas, what did he mean?"
"In a minute, mum. Tell me first what actually happened."
He took his hand from mine, and stood up. Turning to Dawn and Peter he told them I was a fraud - I didn't want sex I wanted to trick them into being labelled rapists. Well. by now Peter and Dawn were really getting close and they just laughed and told him to sit down. Jack went bright red and then just stormed out. Dawn simply glanced at me and asked quietly if I could find my own way home."
Chas was not shocked at the callousness of Dawn, he could see that she and her man were about to leave anyway. Looking down at Chas holding her hand, Joyce asked again "what did he mean by that ... what did he want to give me?"
Chas was amazed she hadn't yet worked it out for herself, but smiling said "he wanted sex with you. He was telling you he was up for it."
"Oh my! What an idiot I am. Oh!"
Chas slipped his arm around his mother's shoulders and hugged her. "Mum, oh mum, I didn't ever guess you were that naive. Is that the sort of thing that has brought you home earlier than you wanted when you've been with Dawn before?"
She nodded. "Oh Chas, what am I going to do? I must seem like a silly teenage girl."
As she said this, two thoughts flitted through Chas' mind. One was to wonder what his mother would look like as a teenaged girl, the other was an idea that quite shook him. But before he could put it into words his mother noticed what was playing on the tv.
"Chas, what the hell is that?"
"It's... it's an aid to... oh hell, mum, it's porn," Joyce stared at Chas, then back at the screen. "Turn the sound on, perhaps I can learn something."
