Newspaper article brings Ben & his mother together

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“I thought we were having an interesting conversation.”

“What else is there to say? They were lovers and got caught and now she’s pregnant and…the silly woman she should have taken precautions.”

“Perhaps she wanted to have a baby with him.”

“Yes, and he should have kept his mouth shut and they’d still be enjoying each other; I’ll bet it was him who blabbed; it’s nearly always the men who have to boast about their sexual conquests.”

“I don’t,” I protested, and then tried to correct myself, “I mean, I wouldn’t.”

Mum laughed cynically and said, “You needn’t think I don’t know what you get up to Ben. You’ve been getting plenty of action with that widow.”

That shook me. “You know!”

“Of course I know; just about everybody in the street knows. You’ve been seen going into her place regularly – and don’t tell me you’re just dropping in for a cup of tea.”

I thought I’d been so devious about those visits, and I felt my face getting hot with embarrassment. I’d been enjoying the body of a forty five year old widow for some time. The only thing I didn’t like about it was she liked younger guys – lots of younger guys – so I had to take my turn on the roster.

“Yes, you can blush; I’ve had half the women in the street making comments to me; ‘Oh, doesn’t your Ben spend a lot of time with Mrs. Franklin?’ ‘It must be nice at her age to have young company, and so much of it.’ How do you think I feel, being told things like that?”

“Jealous bitches,” I muttered.

“What was that?”

“Oh…nothing…nothing.”

“Then let’s get on with the work.”

Mother swished out of the room and shortly after I heard the howl of the vacuum cleaner. I rose and started the washing up.

I had some study work to do so when I’d finished in the kitchen I went to my room and tried to get on with it.

A couple of hours later I decided it was time for a break. Mum usually had a cup of tea or coffee around that time so I joined her in the kitchen.

She was sitting at the table with a cup in front of her and reading the newspaper.

“Tea’s just made,” she said without looking up from the paper.

I poured myself a cup and sat opposite her at the table. No chance of a breast display this time because she was wearing her favourite lounging-around-the-house dark green track-suit – very sporty, and apart from lounging around it was one of those she wore when she went jogging in the morning before going to work.

I liked the dark green one best; it seemed to highlight her auburn coloured hair. I used to love to play with her hair when I was a kid. It was long and shiny and tumbled in waves over her shoulders. I would have liked to play with it that morning but I didn’t think it was appropriate at my age.

She seemed very absorbed in the newspaper and glancing over I saw it was the incest article she was reading. I’d only read a portion of it to her earlier and it was a longish article. Apart from the article there was an editorial comment that moralised about the growing danger of incest in our society and the deleterious effects of this “Anti-social horror.”

“All parents will be revolted by the very thought of such things happening in families,” it trumpeted.

The writer was obviously getting some salacious enjoyment out of this opportunity to dramatise the subject, and in any case his claim that “All parents will be revolted” was clearly wrong, since if incest was so widespread then some parents were not revolted, as witness Taylor mum and son.

After a couple of minutes mum looked up from the paper and sighing said, “You know I could almost feel sorry for those two.”

“Oh, why?”

“Well it says here that the social workers and the psychologist say the boy will be damaged for life, and he’ll probably never be able to engage in a satisfactory relationship with a woman.”

“Do they say why?”

“No, but the boy says it was a wonderful experience with his mother.”

I grinned and said, “That’s why he’ll be waiting for her when she comes out of jail.”

“Mmm, I wonder if he will be waiting. Things change in a couple of years, and there’s the baby. What happens when a woman gives birth in jail?”

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