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"