"Don't try to speak, darling."

I looked dumbly at my mother and in spite of her words, I tried to open my mouth.

Nothing would work though, my mouth just refused to obey my brain, mum obviously saw the distress in my eyes and reached over to take my hand.

"Stay still Johnny," she said, her voice threatening to break. "You've got a broken jaw, it's been wired up."

Even turning slightly to look at her hurt me, my neck muscles protested, even my shoulders hurt, I made a writing gesture, and she passed me a pencil and pad, obviously put there for this very reason.

I wrote, "Are you all right, mum?"

She knew what I meant and showed me her arms, there were no new entry signs, so I added, "Sorry."

"Don't be sorry darling," she whispered, "I knew you'd ask that."

I was in a hospital, in a private ward and needed no reminding of the beating I'd taken from Tom, mum told me he'd been arrested and was still kept in custody, the judge had refused bail because of my injuries.

"What day is it, mum?" I wrote and she smiled.

"Don't worry, you were unconscious when they brought you in and as soon as you woke up, they operated. Your jaw was in a real state, but all it needs is time, you're going to be fine."

She laughed as I wrote on the pad. "I don't feel very bloody fine."

I noticed that my knuckles were skinned and she pointed to them.

"You hit him," she laughed. "I was so proud of you, Johnny, he was trying to beat you to death, but you didn't give in."

"I want my bloody head looked at." I wrote and she laughed again, then looked serious for a moment.

"Johnny, you know when they bought you in last night, Tom's wife took this off him and asked me to dispose of it before the police came."

She showed me a bag of white powder which I presumed was coke or heroin.

My pen moved again. "Why have you still got it, mum?"

She bent down and picked up a rubbish bin from beside the bed, tearing open the bag, she tipped the powder into the bin.

"I just wanted to let you see me doing it, Johnny, it was important."

A tear appeared in her eyes as she read what I'd scribbled.

"So are you, mum."

I went home a week later, but to be honest, I felt like shit, as well as the broken jaw, I'd got a broken collarbone and a few fractured ribs. Every little movement I made sent needles of pain shooting through my shoulder, and I was absolutely fucking starving.

Somebody once said that man cannot survive on bread alone, well, believe me, he can't survive on soup either!

My shoulder healed, as did my ribs, but the jaw took a lot longer, five bloody weeks to be exact and even then when mum took me down to the hospital to be unwired, I was like a scared little kid.

"Right, Johnny," said the pretty young doctor and ignored the fact that I was looking down her blouse as she'd worked on me. "Open your mouth, but do it slowly."

"What if I can't open it?" I said and the three of us burst out laughing when we realised I'd spoke.

The doctor was the nearest one so I kissed her, but she grimaced and said. "Believe me Johnny, I'm as pleased as you are, but your breath's rotten."

"Oh God, I'd forgotten about that."

Mum and I walked out hand in hand and got a taxi home.

"Johnny, you know when you kept me on that bed?"

"Aw, mum, you know I do."

"We all forgot your birthday."

"Yeah well it wasn't important mum, I had other things that I needed to do."

I think she still found it hard to talk about her life on drugs, all she said was,

"I'll never be able to thank you enough for what you did Johnny, but I bought you a little present, I hope you like it."

She opened the garage doors and I feasted my eyes on the brand new BMW standing there.

"Mum, I --. "

"Tell me you like it, Johnny. Please darling." I could hardly believe it, she wasn't sure.

I suppose it was everything that had happened over the past year or so, dad's death, mum's near-fatal addiction, the beating I took from someone I thought was a friend, all those things burst out of me in a flood of tears. Mum must have been emotional anyway because she stood and cried with me, the tears ran down our cheeks as we clung together, neither of us spoke, we just cried, I think we needed it.

"You've still not said whether you like it or not," she said eventually and then the laughter came as we staggered into the house.

"Hey, I've just realised, I'm eighteen now aren't I?"

"You sure are, why?"

"Well I can legally drink now."

"Yep."

"Let's go to the pub for lunch, I really fancy a pint."

"They might not be too pleased to see me there, Johnny."

"Why not?"

She looked embarrassed and uncomfortable.

"I was told to leave a while ago darling."

"What for mum?"

"I tried to sell myself there for drugs money."

"Yeah well that was then, you’re different now, come on let's go."

"Johnny while we're on the subject, I've got to apologise to you, I seem to remember asking you to --, well you know."

"You were ill, mum," I said and squeezed her hand. "Forget it."

"Thank you darling," she smiled and then burst out laughing as I added, "I'd be tempted now though, mum."

"I can't believe you just said that Johnny."

"Sorry mum, I didn't mean to embarrass you."

The expression on her face was priceless and she'd gone an intense shade of red.

"Mum, I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me."

I really thought she'd go mad at me, but she looked at me and smiled.

"Careful, Johnny," she said softly. "I might just take you up on that, come on we'll go in your car."

She was practically out of the door before she turned and saw me with my mouth hanging open.

"Well come on then," she giggled.

As mum had feared, the landlord wasn't too pleased to see her, but at least he listened while mum told her story, I added my own bits and at the end of it. She apologised and said, "I'll leave now and that'll be the end of it, but please allow Johnny to use the pub."

"Mrs Carter." he stood up and held out his hand. "You've done well, very well and so have you, Johnny. I'm sure your mum would've been dead by now if not for you, you'll both be more than welcome in my establishment any time you feel like it."

We both shook his hand, in fact mum even kissed his cheek which delighted him and he showed us the menu of bar snacks. "You'll be expected to pay in future," he laughed. "But not today, this one's on me."

The pint of lager I had hardly touched the sides, it went down like nectar and mum gasped at the speed at which I downed it.

"Easy, Johnny," she giggled. "Do you really want to get drunk?"

"No not really, mum, but I'm just pleased to be able to take stuff in my mouth, it's great."

"Mmm yes it is," she said and held my gaze. "It's been quite a long time Johnny."

"Er, well yes I suppose it has."

She smiled and reached over for my hand.

"While you've been in bed recovering, I've been on the internet."

"So?"

My tone was belligerent but inside I was shaking.

"There are some great sites on there Johnny."

"Yeah, there are, but what's your point mum?"

"I found a site, a story site where authors write a particular story, always with incest as it's underlying theme and they use web pictures to illustrate them."

"Name one, mum," I said, but my voice sounded like it belonged to someone else. "Name a story."

She squeezed my hand. "I enjoyed the story called "Anal loving mum with a girlfriend," it was very well written, but the title was crap."

I began to relax although I could hardly believe what was happening.

"So what would you have called it?"

Letting go of my hand, she sat back and picked up her glass as the waitress bought our bar snacks, when she'd gone, she smiled at me and crossed her legs slowly, letting me know she was wearing stockings.

"Wet bisexual mum I think," she smiled. "Now shall we eat our meal and think about where this conversation's going?"

She picked up a piece of chicken on her fork and nibbled at it seductively.

"While we're thinking, we can also think up another name for you darling, don't you think that 'Teen mother fucker' is somewhat lacking in subtlety?"

It was without a doubt the weirdest afternoon of my life, I was sitting in a quiet little pub having a meal with a beautiful, sexy woman who also happened to be my mother. I was horny, she was horny and we were discussing a story I'd written in which I fucked her with her consent, not only that but we were talking about another pen name for me.

"Why mum, are we talking about writing more stories?"

"Oh yes," she chuckled. "Oh yes indeed my darling, but I think that we should do some research first, don't you?"

"Definitely, mum," I agreed still confused.

"We'll need rules, John."

"Of course."

"Well, shall we go home now and do some researching?"

"Okay."

We walked out of the pub holding hands, I'm sure mine must have felt hot and sweaty in hers while hers felt cool.

"Are you going to be a gentleman, Johnny, and open the car door for me?"

I kept expecting her to laugh at any moment and say that she was just teasing, but as she slid into the car, her skirt rode up over her thighs, the top of her stockings were on view as was a tiny triangle of white at the apex of her thighs.

"Do you see anything you like Johnny?" she said teasingly.

"Plenty," I replied. "But if you're teasing me, I wish you'd stop."

"No Johnny," she said almost wistfully. "No, I'm not teasing you. I'm still a fairly young woman, with a woman's needs and desires, but I can't be bothered to go out on the treadmill again, when I discovered that you'd been fantasising about me I began to see you in a different light, you're so much like your father it's uncanny."

She hesitated as we pulled into the driveway to our house.

"If you find the idea repugnant, well forget it, pretend it never happened."

"I switched the engine off and said softly.

"No, I can't forget it, I've wanted it for far too long to forget it."

Her eyes were misty as we kissed, her breath sweet in my mouth and her thighs, soft and silky beneath my hands.

I can't remember undressing, but I do remember her under me in bed, her tongue in my mouth, her nails scratching my back, I can remember the animalistic way she forced herself back up at me as I powered into her. The way she urged me on with deliciously dirty little obscenities, I can remember how her stocking clad thighs felt around my waist and the wetness of her cunt.

She clung to me whimpering as she shook with the power of her orgasm, I cupped her bottom in both hands and lunged forwards as I felt my sperm beginning to rise.

"Yes. Johnny, yes," she hissed. "You're fucking me darling, oh fucking hell yes, ram that big fucking prick up me baby."

I snarled like a dog and held her still, my cock the only moving thing between either of us as it jerked inside her, she pulled my face down to hers and cried as she kissed me, I can remember crying too and telling her that I loved her!