Mother and son performe opposite each other in a play

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“I…er…I suppose I’d touch her breasts if as you say they’re lovely.”

“Well done David,” mum said with a touch of derision. “And what would happen next?”

“I suppose they’d…er…they’d kiss, wouldn’t they.”

“Wonderful, my boy has got some red blood in him after all. And then what happens?”

“Er….er…I’m not sure.”

“She’s still got her panties on so surely he’d want to take them off, wouldn’t he.”

“Well, he might, but he might still be unsure.”

“If he’s unsure at this stage he’d have to be…oh never mind, let’s say she takes them off and says, ‘Why don’t you take your shorts off so I can see your’ – now I wonder how she would put it?”

“See your cock?”

“David, don’t be so crude! She’s a lady and…”

“No she’s not; the script says that she used to be a chorus girl.”

“Well…well…I still don’t think she’d say that; she’d probably say ‘See you burgeoning manhood.'”

“Oh, come off it mum, she wouldn’t say something as corny as that.”

“Mmm, you’re probably right. Let’s just say she indicates she wants to see his penis.”

“And he takes his shorts off, or she does it for him.”

“Yes, and then they gaze at each other; they are overcome with overwhelming lust for each other; Garth sweeps her into his arms and carries her to the divan, she opens her legs and…”

“Shouldn’t there be a bit more lead up to that?” I asked.

“Yes…yes…I suppose there should be, but the point is David, are they in the grip of raw lust, or is their love genuine. Do they go on together into the future? Does Primrose have the children she wants with Garth? In other words, do the find true love with each other?”

“Does it matter since none of this is in the script?”

“Of course it matters David,” mum said in an exasperated tone of voice; “Why else have we been…look, what we visualize as happening after the play ends determines how we portray our characters. Is she just a randy slut and he a horny philanderer; or are they two people needing love and finding it in each other? Can you see how this helps us deepen our performance?”

“No, not really.”

Mum gazed at me in dismay for a few moments, and then she tried to speak; “I…I…we…oh God help me…”

I could see that mum was about to explode so soothingly I said, “Shall we do a little rehearsing now; you know, like you said, bit by bit?”

Bit by Bit

Mother gave a long sigh and said, rather like Lionel, “All right, let’s get on with it. Now I’ll stand here. I’m gazing at Garth’s virile young body – well stand up David – I haven’t been with a man for…oh I don’t know, a long time, and I’m fire for Garth”

“Garth is overwhelmed by my beauty, but the class divide still stands between them; have you got that?”

“Yes mum.”

“Do get into the character David…er…Garth.”

“Yes mu…your ladyship.”

“The audience is on the edge of its seats; will these two finally reach fulfillment or will they part for ever?”

“Don’t stand right over there Da…I mean Darth…er…come close to me.”

I edged a little closer to mum.

“I’ll go into my lines.”

Lady P. “Oh Garth, do you know how I long for you?”

Me.”But your Ladyship I am only the gardener, and I would never presume…”

Lady P.”There can be no class divide where love prevails, kiss me Garth.”

“Those are corny lines,” I said, “can’t we change them?”

“No we can’t,” mother said. “It’s a matter of integrity, being faithful to the author, and for God’s sake Gavid…Garth…how can you kiss me when you’re two metres away from me? Come here.”

Mum tugged me to her and said, “Now stand close to me, our bodies touching; you put your left leg between mine; can you feel my pelvis thrusting against you?”

“Yark,” I croaked.

“Good, now push against…I said push against it not pull away, you’re arching again.”

She put her hands behind my buttocks and tugged me to her.

“That’s better…oh my God, you’ve got a…oh…that’s it you’re getting into it now.”

Getting into it was the operative word, that was the one thing I wanted to do above all else. “Bugger Garth and Primrose,” I thought, “let’s be mum and David.”

“Kiss me darling…kiss me,” mum said hoarsely.

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