It hit Brianna hard when, after twenty years of marriage, she was deserted by her husband John, who left her for a woman twelve years his junior. She believed she'd given everything she could to the marriage and felt a bit like a boxer who, having landed his most powerful punch, finds his opponent is unaffected. She had suspected nothing, even when John's libido seemed to go into decline. "What more could I have given?" she wondered.
She was so shaken by John deserting her that even though at the time of the divorce she received an excellent financial settlement, anger and bitterness seemed to eat into her. There were to be no more men in her life, men were not to be trusted.
There was one exception to this resolve, her son Ross, who had been a loving supporter throughout the whole divorce process, but then, he had always been a source of love in her life.
For his part John could not understand why his father had left his mother, and for a woman who physically was almost diametrically opposite. Brianna was slender with dark hair, green eyes and in his opinion she looked at least ten years younger than her actual age, which was then thirty eight. His father's new woman was buxom with blonde hair and blue eyes, and, so it was soon discovered, pregnant.
Despite her decision to have no more men in her life, Brianna was a sexually fervid woman; having, during many years of her marriage been used to having sex every day; critics might say that she was oversexed, but that was how it was, and it was not unnatural that eventually the old demon sex came back to torment her.
Sexual deprivation can have a very deleterious effect on one such as Brianna, and this was exacerbated by the presence of a loving and very desirable nineteen year old son. The affection that had once been purely filial began to take on a new aspect; that of sexual attraction.
That attraction had been present for John ever since he had entered puberty, but believing such a relationship with his mother to be impossible it had been suppressed, but as we know, suppressed emotions have a way of coming to the surface given time, place and opportunity.
For how long Brianna had sexual feelings for Ross is unknown, but as the pressure of sexual need grew in her, her emotions became fixated on Ross, but like him she saw the impossibility of anything other than a mother and son relationship.
For Brianna understanding the impossibility was one thing, but coping with the emotions that had given rise to the impossibility was another. Living in close proximity the temptation to cross the barrier of impossibility was extremely potent, and many times, when embracing and kissing, they had come close to crossing that frontier, in fact Brianna would he been happy to cross it if Ross had taken the initiative, but he had never gone quite that far.
There were times when each privately resolved not to engage in further close physical contact, but, so it seemed, these resolutions never coincided. The result was that when the unresolved one made a physical approach the other succumbed.
Ross, so it seemed, was not quite so affected by the situation as Brianna since he resorted to other women to meet his sexual needs. However, anyone who has experienced a similar situation knows that nothing can substitute for the real object of desire.
Put simply, mother and son were in love, and such a situation could not go on indefinitely, and it started to have a debilitating effect, especially on Brianna. No amount of masturbation could assuage her need for Ross; she lost her appetite, her complexion paled and she became lethargic, and in the end, persuaded by Ross, she went to her doctor.
Her doctor was aware of Brianna's situation as a divorcee, but she was unable to tell him the other half of her problem, namely, incestuous desire for her son. The doctor diagnosed her -- in non-technical language -- as suffering from post-divorce depression, which of course was correct, but was not the whole story.
He pointed out that it as now over twelve months since her divorce, and perhaps it was time for a break. "Take a holiday," he said, "get right away from things; go somewhere quiet for a while and you'll start to see things in a different perspective."
"I can't get away," Brianna objected, "I've got my son Ross living with me and I can't just up and leave him, he's in the middle of his studies."
The doctor knew Ross since he had treated his childhood ailments and was aware of the close bond between mother and son. It was on this basis that he made what later he might see as a bad error of judgement had he know what the outcome would be.
"He's got a vacation coming up, so why don't you take him with you, it'll be good for both of you," he said heartily.
Brianna left the doctors bearing a prescription for some anti-depressant medication and the thought that it would be a good idea to get away with Ross since neither of them had been away together since long before the divorce.
If they did go away together it would be the first time for mother and son, and she harboured the secret hope that in a different environment, away from the familiar, something might happen between them. On putting the idea to Ross she was encouraged by the enthusiasm he displayed.
"It'll be great mum, we've never been away by ourselves; dad was always with us before."
A quiver of desire stirred in Brianna; he wanted to go away with her, to be alone with her.
The question that now arose was where to go. It was Ross who came up with a suggestion.
"Do you remember that place we used to rent when I was a kid, it was at Pirates Cove?"
"Of course I remember it," Brianna replied, "the doctor said to get right away from things and that certainly is a place right away from things; you'd like to go there?"
Ross almost said, "It'll be like old times," but stopped himself just in time because his mother might not like to be reminded of old times when the three of them had been together. "The thing is mum," he said, "how would you feel about going there?"
She could scarcely think of anywhere she would rather be alone with Ross. "I'd love it, she said."
That settled it.
* * * * * * * *
It was a couple of weeks before Ross began his vacation, but in anticipation Brianna was already feeling the magic of Pirates Cove (or it might have been the medication). When they had been at the Cove in the early days of her marriage it seemed to have an aphrodisiac effect on her and John and he had taken her repeatedly, and Brianna believed that it was at the Cove that she had become pregnant with Ross.
Away from the familiar and alone in that isolated place who knew what might happen, perhaps it would have the same aphrodisiac effect for Ross -- and her.
A couple of days before they were due to leave for the cove Brianna woke early in the morning. Ross was already up and she could hear him moving about the house. Soon he would be bringing in her morning cup of tea.
She let her thoughts run on; it would be nice to wake to find him lying next to her. She remembered how in the past a love making session the night before had always left her eager for more in the morning.
She sat up and pushing the bed covers from her and putting the pillows behind her she leaned back against them. She took off her nightdress and began to appraise herself in the dressing table mirror on the other side of the room.
She still looked good, she told herself: breasts firm and not too many spare inches on her waistline; hair long and luxuriant, its lustre not yet provided by her hairdresser. She examined her stomach. "Could do with some exercise before 'loose' becomes 'fat,'" she thought, but her thighs were slim and as agreeably shaped as ever, and her pudendal cleft looked as enticing as it ever had.
"A pity such a pleasing body was not made more use of," she thought. She wondered if she should have been more sexually aggressive with Ross. She told herself, whether correctly or not, that it was he who held back, even though it was clear to Brianna that he wanted to make love with her.
Ross entered the room with her cup of tea and stopped short on seeing his mother lying naked on top of the bed. "Ser-sorry mer-mum," he stammered, "I didn't know you..."
