Mother and son performe opposite each other in a play

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I have to admit though, that Mrs. Casey came closer to my image of Primrose; you know, quite hippy and busty although her legs probably weren’t good enough for her to have been a chorus girl. Mum’s legs on the other hand would have made superb chorus line material.

I think the tension of trying to make love with mum on stage had tired me out because when I got into bed, it was “Blackout.”

In the past when I was appearing in plays I’d often had nightmares. These usually involved appearing on stage not knowing my lines, with my flies undone or with my trousers missing.

The dreams I experienced in this play had me stark naked on stage, or alternatively mother naked, and as a result of her nudity I had an erection that the audience could not fail to see.

I had been offered and accepted the role of Garth before I knew that mother was to play Primrose. Had I known about mother playing that role I would have refused Garth and taken the role of Ted the butcher’s boy who was in love with Myrtle, Lady Primrose’s personal maid.

Myrtle was being played by Sadie Hodge who was sexy in a raw way and for whom I’d had a fancy for a long time; but she was engaged to Alfred Butterfield the local plumber, a big guy who was very jealous of any male who even spoke to Sadie. But if Sadie had been playing Lady Primrose we might have had a few interesting private rehearsals.

But it wasn’t to be, and when mum told me she was playing Primrose I tried to back out of the role of Garth, but by that time the butcher’s boy was being played by Gordon Friar.

When I told mum I felt a bit doubtful about playing the role of her lover she said, “Don’t be so silly David, it’s only in the last scene anything really happens between Lady Primrose and Garth, and you surely don’t find me so unattractive that you couldn’t make love with me for just a few moments.”

And so being the typical insecure and ego ridden actor I took the role of Garth rather than not be in the play at all.

I have to say in all fairness, Lionel is a good director. The others in the play were doing quite well, it was me that was holding things up, and I knew it.

Came the Dawn

After a night of naked me and mum dreams, I woke wondering why I wanted it to be Sunday instead of Saturday. As the fog of night dispersed from my brain I remembered; mum was gong to rehearse the seduction scene with me.

Now here I must confess that my problems with the seduction scene went beyond the mere fact I was embarrassed because it was with my mother. No, let me put that another way. In that scene when I played the part of an arch, as Lionel would have it, even before I got near mother I’d got an erection. What it would be like if we had got into a close tangle could only be imagined.

Now I suppose that if I hadn’t been so tired the previous night I would have masturbated to relieve the sexual tension I’d experienced on stage with mother. Not having done so, and after the dreams I’d had, I felt a sticky patch under me, and you can guess what that meant.

I contemplated for a while the possibility of suddenly contracting terminal cancer, or perhaps I could fake a stroke that had left me unable to speak, but I knew mum would see through my ploy – she always had when I was a kid and I tried to fake pneumonia or a broken leg when I didn’t want to go to school.

Her usual response was, “Well, I suppose I’ll have to take you to see the doctor and he can give you a needle.” The suggestion of a needle always had a miraculously curative effect.

I knew I had to face the day so I got off the bed and did some under sheet maneuvering to try and get the sticky patch at the bottom of the bed. After that I showered and then having dressed made my way to the kitchen for breakfast.

Mum seemed very bright and breezy and she was wearing a dress almost identical to one she used in the play.

“As soon as we’ve finished breakfast,” she said, “we can get down to rehearsing, but darling, you’re clothes are all wrong. Remember, you’re supposed to be the gardener, it’s a hot day and you’re only wearing shorts. That’s what drives Lady Primrose nearly out of her mind, seeing your bare torso, so after breakfast go and change. We must do it properly.”

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