11 comments/ 76436 views/ 16 favorites Loveless Nights Ch. 01 By: WandererOfThePlains All characters in this story are aged 18 or above. Helen Lindberg is a 39 year old woman, she lives in a large house in one of the more affluent districts of the City. She is married, and has two children. Her husband is currently away, he is not often at home. The reason for this is that his work schedule demands he be on business trips out of town quite often. Helen has noticed over the past few years, he has become more and more distant. He seemed less interest in spending time with her, and their children. Helen picked up the phone, and dialled his cell phone number, she longed to hear his voice, but every time he spoke to her, he voice was filled with disinterest. It was the early afternoon, and she was alone at home, she sat on the couch in the living room as she called. "Hello dear," said the voice on the other end. "Hi Richard," Helen said in a quiet, but endearing voice, "I hope you're not busy to talk, are you?" "I am a little, dear," said Richard, "what is it?" "You haven't been home in days, you said you might be back today?" "Yeah honey, sorry, something came up today, I don't think I'll be able to make it." "Oh..." "I'm really sorry dear, you know how my work schedule is." "No.. its okay, I know dear, you work very hard," said Helen, trying to contain her trembling lips. "I'm sorry dear don't be upset, please." Helen tried to maintain a calmness in her voice, but part of her wanted to unleash on her husband, "Honey, you promised you'd be home today..." "Yes, I know. I'll call you later honey." Richard could not seem eager enough to hang up, by the sounds of his voice. Helen sat there on the couch for a few minutes, as her bitterness crept in. How long would this go on for? How long had it already gone on for? Her husband had been like this for years. She knew she was living in denial, she knew there was every chance he was having an affair. She didn't want to bring it up with him because she was afraid he might leave her permanently. She didn't want to bring it up because of the effect it could have on her children. Helen had two children, both from Richard. The eldest, Alexandra, was 19. She was also living away from home, living in a dorm far away pursuing her studies. Her youngest was her son, Michael, who had recently just turned 18. He lived from home, but was also a student at University. He spent most of his days out of home as well, but would return around the afternoon. Helen herself had a full-time job. She would spend most of her day at her office, or working from home. She had many friends, whom she would often speak to on the phone, or would go shopping with, or would invite over for tea. She enjoyed both chit chat, and physical activity, and would often go the gym, though never with her friends. Thus Helen, was never really out of things to do, or in a state of true loneliness. Yet, she always felt lonely, and neglected. Her husband, whom she still deeply loved, she felt was not attracted to her any more. She wondered if the woman he was having an affair with, if he was, was younger than her. She walked up to a mirror in the living room, and looked at her reflection. She turned sideways, and gazed at her sides in the mirror. She knew she was not unattractive, in fact for a person of her age, she always was told she was quite fit and healthy. Helen was not much of a superficial person, she did not pay attention to her looks more than she felt necessary. Despite this, she tried to maintain a well kept figure, largely out of fear of losing the interest of her husband, which seemed to have happened anyway. She was about 1.65 metres tall, and had sandy brown hair. She often kept her hair tied up in a knot behind her head. Her eyes were a green hue, and would often be strikingly bright from a distance. Her eyebrows were somewhat thick, but overall her face was considered generally beautiful by most who saw her. She knew she could have most men she desired if she really tried, and had been the victim of unwelcome advances at her workplace on more than one occasion, sometimes from men far younger than her. However, she only had eyes for her husband, whom she felt was the only man she had ever truly loved in a romantic way her whole life. She sat down by the edge of the sofa, and flipped through daytime channels on the television. Nothing particular grabbed her interest, and she could not get her mind of whether her husband was cheating or not. ~~~ Helen was walking through the mall with her friend Catherine, whom she often simply referred to as Cat. Her Cat had been friends for many years, Cat's daughter had been a classmate of Helen's daughter Alexandra since an early age, and the friendship between their two children had fostered a close friendship between them over the time. Cat, 39, was the woman Helen was most likely to call and talk to about nothing when she was feeling depressed or moody. Cat would often be more than happy to listen, hiding the fact that more than often Helen's complaining and droning would bore her to death. But being the good friend, Cat made it a priority to provide true understanding and counsel from a friend at such times. Cat picked a red blouse off one of the coathangers on display, "This looks so cute, doesn't it Helen?" "It does look cute dear..." "Love, stop thinking about that. Richard would never cheat on you, he loves you, you know that." Helen turned to look Cat in the eye, "Cat, you don't even know Richard that well. He's an extremely polite gentleman in front of guests, but he's different when he's just around his family." "You think he just pretends to love you?" Cat inquired. "No, I think he does. I feel he's just bored with us. He has no time for Michael either, who graduated from school last year. Michael really looks up to Richard, but sometimes I feel Richard couldn't care less." "Love, Michael is such a sweet boy, he has excellent manners. You know he will do fine." "I know dear, but..." Helen sighed at Catherine, "but... he deserves better." Helen stared at the ground for a few moments. "Oh, come here love." Cat hugged Helen, who reluctantly reciprocated. After the moment had passed, Cat returned to admiring the clothes in the aisle. "Dear, this one feels amazing!" "Cat... I think, Richard is cheating on me." Cat dropped the blouse she was holding and turned to look at Helen with an open mouth. "What makes you say that?" she gasped, inquisitively. "His business trips... they've been taking longer and longer. Every time he comes back home, I feel as if he just wants to leave again for another trip. Sometimes I call him at his hotel, he seems like he's having way too much fun. Most of the time he doesn't even answer." Helen sat down on a chair, and her voice began trembling. "One night, I called him. I could hear a woman laughing distantly on the other end of the phone, but he was in his hotel suite. He seemed so happy. His voice, the way he spoke, he seemed exactly the way he was when we were first in love. There's someone else he's seeing, I just know it." At this point, Helen broke down into tears. Cat kneeled beside her, and put her arm around her, rubbing her shoulder. "Love, I'm so sorry." *** In the late afternoon, Helen returned home, Cat accompanied her, driving the car. They walked in the main corridor, and in to the living room, and found Michael there lying semi-asleep on the sofa with his head pointed towards the door and the television off. "Hi honey, how are you," said Helen to her son, half-heartedly, struggling to hide her low mood. "Michael darling!" said Cat, smiling overeagerly, as she tends to do. "Hello Catherine, how are you?" said Michael as he rose to stand. "I'm great thankyou darling, Helen and I just came back from the shops." she said as she reached out and hugged Michael, who was still in a daze. "Oh cool," said Michael unexcitedly, and patted Cat on the back with one hand. Cat then turned towards the door, making as if to leave. "Helen, thankyou so much for today, I really hope you feel better. Call me tomorrow okay?" "Sure love, you sure you don't want to stay a bit longer?" Helen gestured. "Thankyou sweetie, but I need to go home, my husbands waiting for me, and he hates having dinner when I'm not there." Catherine's smile suddenly vanished, regretting having said her last words in front of Helen, and made towards the door. "I'll talk with you tomorrow, dear." *** Michael bore both traits of Helen and Richard. Helen always thought he resembled a strikingly handsome variation of Richard in his youth. He was 1.78 metres tall, and had Richard's black hair, and light brown eyes. Helen knew Michael was incredibly intelligent and had great potential, although also incredibly lazy. He already was the smartest amongst his peers, and Helen knew if he applied himself better, he would be nothing short of genius. Richard always told her that her opinion of their son's capability was greatly exaggerated, but she felt that Richard didn't really care much for their son anyway. When Michael would laugh, he would grin more to one side, and show his teeth in such a way that Helen never mentioned to anyone, but reminded her exactly of Richard in his youth. In her opinion, it was one of the most attractive features of Richard when she married him. Michael was also a great eater, if there was one thing he loved, it was food. Despite this, and his general lack of physical activity, Michael never seemed to gain much weight, and was always either thin, or within the normal range of weight, although he never really developed toned muscles. Michael had always been reluctant to work out at the gym, although his father had tried endlessly to push him to go. Helen herself did not mind so much, because while she knew it would be better for Michael's body, in her mind she felt that working out endless hours at the gym didn't suit the personality she had in mind of her son. "Mum, when's dad gonna be home?" Michael asked, his eyelids droopy, as he leaned on the kitchen counter. "Sorry dear, but he won't be back tonight. He promised he'd be back tomorrow night." "Okay..." Michael said after a slight pause, and slumped back on the couch. "You know Mike, its a shame, I really was planning on making a nice dinner tonight, or thinking we could all go to a restaurant." "Mhmmm, its okay mum, don't worry about it," groaned Michael. "Yes, so dear, would you just like to get a pizza tonight instead?" "Mrrhhhm, yeah okay," grogged Michael. Helen sighed and went at sat next to her son on the couch, stroking his hair as he buried his face into the cushions. "Honey, I know you're upset that your father isn't home today. I know you were really looking forward to it, so was I. But you know, its not his fault, he works very hard. He works hard for our sake; if it was up to him, he'd spend all his days here with you." "I know mum," said Michael looking up. "If you like dear, we can watch a movie tonight." "Nah, don't worry about it mum," said Michael with a heavy sigh, as he stood up and walked towards the stairs to his bedroom. "Michael, would you like to show me one of your video games? We can play together." Michael did not respond, he just chuckled and walked up the stairs, leaving his mother to dwell in sadness on the couch. *** Later that evening, Helen was sitting alone in her bedroom. In her opinion, it had been really quite an unhappy day. She could stand the prospect of her husband ignoring her, but seeing the effect it was having on her son was unbearable on her. Whereas before she had been upset with Richard, now she felt that replaced with anger. Grabbing the phone she paced around her bedroom and dialled his mobile number, ready to lash out at him in anger. Again and again the phone rang but he didn't answer. She decided to try his hotel room number, having been given it before, but never using it. Someone picked up. "Hello?" it wasn't Richard's voice. It was a woman's voice, a young woman. There was the sound of running water in the background, like from a shower. "Hi... Hi. Is Richard Lindberg there?" stumbled Helen. "Uhhhhmm, no sorry, he's not," replied the voice. Suddenly Helen heard some commotion and unintelligible muttering. "Hello?" sighed a man's voice, it was Richard. "Oh, hi Richard.." said Helen Richard was taken aback. "Hi Helen, how come you're calling at this hour, is everything alright? Is something wrong Helen?" "No... everything's fine. Me and Michael just had dinner, just wanted to check up on you..." "Yeah, I'm fine Helen. Just a busy day." Helen was silent. "Is everything alright Helen? You sound troubled." "No... I'm fine." "Okay, Helen if you're sure," Richard paused for a moment, "I'll see you tomorrow Helen, you and Michael, I promise. I love you Helen, I love you very much." Helen hung up the phone, and stood motionless for a second. Then she dropped it and collapsed on her bed, the tears flooding out instantly. She was crying like she hadn't cried in years, she had no one to talk to, no one to turn to. She buried her face deep in the bed covers, and grasped clutches of the bed and she emptied her heart on in tears and wails, filling the silent house. *** Michael was standing outside his parents bedroom door. He had been hearing his mother cry for at least an hour now. He was completely lost and had no clue as to what to do. He considered opening the door and walking in, but was afraid of the sight of his weeping mother. Instead he just stood out in the corridor silently, secretly sharing in her grief, wrecked by feelings of guilt of his coldness towards her earlier; and then he returned to his room, and went to sleep. *** The next day. Richard was driving home. He knew he had no excuse. In his heart he knew by his wife's reaction on the phone the day prior that she had spoken to the girl he had been having an affair with. Her name was Julia, she was 25, and was as beautiful as she was dull. She had blonde hair and a thin waist, and naturally attractive breasts, but Richard knew that she was nothing beneath all that skin. She was an empty head, and he could never have a fulfilling relationship with a woman 20 years younger than him like the one he had with his wife. She was working as an junior intern at his company, and this affair which he had always been planning to end since it began, had been going on for months. Richard had always been filled with an incorrigible guilt, and this impeded him from ever facing or communicating to his wife properly. But now he was filled with fear, fear that his wife knew, that she may leave him. *** "Helen, I'm back. I really missed you," "I missed you too Richard," Helen's voice, cold and emotionless, did not reflect what she said. She was sitting in the living room with a stern expression, drinking a glass of wine. She was till contemplating whether to confront her husband or not on his betrayal. She considered forgetting it all, pretending like it never happened. She wanted to just go on with her life, and keep a happy family, for the sake of her children, if not for anything else. She would give her husband the chance to reveal the truth and apologise on his own. "Honey, I'm so glad to be back. Where's Michael?" "He's at his classes." "Is everything alright Helen? You seemed concerned on the phone yesterday." Helen did not reply. "Look Helen, I know you're upset that I've spending too much time away from home. I'm fixating on my job more than necessary, and neglecting what I should treasure most." "You really think so, dear?" Helen said, half-sarcastically, still wondering if her husband will maintain the lie. "Helen, they offered me a new contract, provided I stay there for another week. The pay would be unbelievable!" He said, with a hearty smile. Helen raised an eyebrow, "Yet you're here?" "I refused it," said Richard, "enough is enough, I want to be with my family." It was true, he was not lying. Richard had been offered a great opportunity, but he had refused, his guilt for neglecting his family and cheating on his wife having taken such a heavy grip on him. Helen's expression turned more business-like. "Dear, are you sure that's smart?" she said as she stood up, "maybe you should have accepted it." Richard's smile faded off, "what do you mean?" "Its better for all of us if you focus on this job just for a few another week, if the pay is as great as you say it is." "Are you sure dear?" "Yes, honey, its what I want." "But what about Michael?" "I'll explain it to him. You can stay for the weekend, and leave on Monday. You'll have enough time to spend with Michael." "That works great dear!" said Richard, his smile returning, as he kissed his wife on the lips and hugged her. Helen half smiled as her husband kissed her, not bothering to hug him back. *** The weekend came and passed. Helen had maintained the charade she felt her marriage had become, it was the price she felt was necessary for Michael's happiness, and to not sour his father's stay. Monday morning came, and Richard's bags were packed and ready to leave. "Its just one week dear, I'll be back Friday evening," he said. Helen was also ready to leave for work, "I know dear, I'm proud of the effort your putting into your work. You have an important position, and you're really dedicated." As Richard hopped into his car, Helen leaned through the window. "My boss is having a private function at work, we both received an invitation." "Oh really? Its a shame I won't be here then. You should still go, have fun dear." "There's no point in me going by myself." "Take Michael," replied Richard. "Michael? I don't think he'd enjoy those sort of boring adult gatherings." "Will it be catered?" "Yes." "Take Michael, he'll like it, don't worry," laughed Richard, "its about time he learned to take on some adult responsibility anyway." Helen sighed and chuckled at her husband as he drove off, wondering to herself, that even as a cheater, he still probably loved her. But did she love him? *** Later that day, Helen explained to Michael the invitation to the function. Michael was not too enthusiastic, but he was amenable enough. "Its at a really expensive restaurant, I think you'll appreciate it dear. Thankyou for agreeing to this," she smiled at her son. "No problem, mum," Michael smiled back. He still remembered her sadness from the other day, and had resolved to treat his mother with more affection. "We'll have to buy you some nice clothes too Michael, perhaps a new shirt?" "That sounds nice, mum." "I'll go shopping with Cat, she loves picking out clothes, I'm sure she'll find something amazing for you." "Thankyou so much mum, although I'm sure you could pick out something just as good." Helen smiled at her son, letting out a half-laugh under her breath. "Everyone else there will be an adult, you'll have to act like one to. You'll have to treat me like a proper lady, Michael." Michael chuckled, leaning on the couch arm. His mother was standing a few feet away from him with her arms folded. "Mum, I don't really know much about that. Not sure what you'd expect of me," he said laughing. Helen laughed back, "don't worry dear, I'll teach to be a gentleman." "You mean I'm not one already?" "Dear..." she laughed as she walked away, Michael also laughing. *** Helen lay in bed that night, thinking about Richard and her son. It was amazing how alike they both were, both in looks and mannerisms. It was also amazing, she though, how one could have brought out such grief from her, and the other brought out from her such a loving joy and sense of youth. Loveless Nights Ch. 01 She did not mind Richard's absence. The knowledge of his betrayal had made her much less concerned with his affection towards her. She would choose now to devote her love and attention towards Michael, whom she knew would not betray her, and would not ignore her with contempt. She though of Richard, and his joy at arriving home to see her, wondering if it really was joy, or if it was all an act. If he was really that glad to be home, why was he so eager when she suggested he leave again? And why would he be so callous to cheat on her? The fact that he did not confess, in her mind, was indicative that he could be planning to see his whore mistress again. *** The day of the party had arrived, it was evening at Helen and Michael were getting ready. Helen was in the shower, thinking of the hours to come ahead. She was hoping she would get the opportunity to dance with her son, she had never danced with him before. She thought he probably didn't know how to, but she could teach him tonight. She wanted to teach him how to be act more like a sophisticated and distinguished man, how to speak with authority and confidence like his father did. She wanted to teach him how to behave suave and courteously, so he could one day attract a nice woman who could become her daughter. Helen finished washing up, and stepped out of the shower. She dried herself off and wrapped a towel around her body, and another around her hair. She walked out of the bedroom and into the corridor, calling down the stairs to Michael. "Honey, how ready are you?" "Um, what do you mean, mum?" shouted Michael from the living room. She knew he was still watching TV. "Hurry up, have a shower and get changed into the clothes I've bought you!" "Will do, mum" "Michael, do it now, not much time left! We don't want to be late." Michael begrudgingly sighed and came walking up the stairs. He saw his mother in the towel, and while it wasn't anything particularly special that he hadn't seen before, being a shy boy he blushed and looked away as we walked towards his room. Helen noticed this, and rolled her eyes sighing. He went to a separate bathroom to have a shower than the one she had showered in; it was closer to his bedroom, rather than adjacent to hers. He walked into the bathroom and closed the door; soon Helen heard the shower tap running. Still in her towel, she took out the clothes she had bought for Michael, a nice set of dress shirt and dress pants, and laid them out neatly on his bed so he would see them when he walks into his room coming out of the shower. Helen returned back to her bedroom and began preparing herself. *** Michael was washing himself in the shower. He had had kind of a difficult day, and was looking forward for the opportunity to relax, and hopefully have fun. He wasn't sure how much fun he'd be able to have, at a boring function filled with boring old people obsessed with work. Michael thoroughly washed himself, hoping to appear clean and nice for his mother. He stepped out of the shower, and dried himself off with a towel. He then stepped into his bedroom naked, and searched his drawers for underwear. He noticed on his bed, his mother had laid him the clothes she had bought for him; an elegant long sleeved white dress shirt, and black dress pants. He put on the clothes and admired himself in the mirror, thinking he actually looked quite handsome with them one. He did up to top button and proceeded to comb his hair, before exiting the bedroom and descending down the stairs. His mother was awaiting him at the bottom of the stairs. Michael took a step back when he saw Helen; he had always known his mother was beautiful, but today she looked exceptionally so. Helen was wearing a long blue silk dress, and her hair was done and tied up. She had clearly put on make up, although she had not overdone it, and her eyes and lips look radiant, Michael thought. Helen stood up, displaying her full frame, and she walked up to Michael in her high heels. "You look gorgeous, Michael," she said with a bright smile. "Um, thanks mum, you look amazing!" Michael responded. His mother smiled at him, then kissed him on the cheek, and they walked outside to the car. *** Helen and Michael were sitting at a table with some of Helen's colleagues. Helen's boss approached their table. "My, my Helen, you look stunning. Is this handsome lad here your son?" "Yes he is, John. Michael, this is John, I've told you about him before," Helen said. "Hello," said Michael, nodding at John, Helen's boss. "Hello, young man," responded John, "don't you think your mother looks glorious tonight?" he said laughing. Michael blushed, and shyly nodded without responding in words. Helen laughed, "Oh, he's just a little shy, he gets like that sometimes." John laughed, as he walked off to mingle with others in the crowd. "Are you enjoying yourself Michael?" Helen said to her son, "you seem a little bored." "Yeah, I'm fine," sighed Michael, poorly hiding his boredom. One of Helen's female co-workers sitting besides Michael turned to him, "Mike, you know there will be dancing shortly. Do you know how to dance?" she said with a laugh. "What?" said Michael turning to Helen, "you didn't tell me I have to dance tonight. I don't know the least about that." "Oh dear, don't worry," responded Helen, "you don't have to if you don't want to." Michael thought for a moment, he knew he was here for his mother, and he did not want to disappoint. "No, no, I do want to. I think that would be nice," he said with a smile. "Oh, isn't he the greatest boy?" Helen's friend said to her, laughing. When the time for dancing came, everyone stood up and gathered in the centre in pairs. Michael took Helen's hand, and as they began playing slow, evening music, Helen guided her son in the steps. Michael caught on quickly, and slowly but surely, learnt how to keep pace. Michael had one hand on his mother's hand lifted, and the other was on her lower back, whereas Helen had her other hand on Michael's shoulder. "Well done Michael, you're doing very good." The music playing in the background, Michael felt very safe and relaxed in the presence of his mother. He was very close to her, and could smell her perfume. He did not say anything but he liked the smell. Without realising, he found himself somewhat admiring Helen's body and physique. Her face was beautiful and astonishing up close, her eyes were gazing deep into his; he blushed as he realised he was staring into his mother's eyes. Helen realised this and smiled, but continued dancing. She saw Michael's gaze turn downwards away from her face. She was worried he might not be feeling comfortable, that she might have forced him into a spot he did not really want to be in. She considered stopping the dance, but something made her keep on going; she had the intrinsic feeling that Michael too was enjoying this. Michael looked down and admired Helen's stunning dress. It was tight, and accentuated her curvaceous body, though Michael hated himself for realising this. Though he did not want to think it, he also realised the dress was showing a particularly daring amount of cleavage. While he had seen his mother in bathers on a few occasions in the past, he had never been this up close to such a sight on her before. He found his breathing getting heavier and deeper, as his nerves began to build. He found it hard to ignore the strange sensation of lust that was building up deep within him, inflamed by the fires of his mother's warm and striking body inches away from him. "Michael, dear, are you okay? You don't seem to well." "I'm fine mum, just a bit tired." "Oh honey, would you like to sit down for a bit?" "Okay, maybe thats a good idea. I'm not that good at dancing anyway." They sat down back at their table. "Michael, I think you were doing very well," Helen said to her son, smiling. "Mum, you're just saying that." "No really, I think I saw some of the other couples even watching you." "Heh, really?" said Michael snickering, not really buying into it. "I've prepared something nice for you when you get home, dear." "Oh really, mum?" said Michael, a smile rising, somewhat excited. "Yep, honey. I prepared a special meal for you. We can eat it together when we go home." "Really mum? You didn't have to, I mean there's no particular occasion. Dad's not even home." "Oh we don't need to always wait for your father to be here before we do anything special, do we? Why can't we just enjoy each others company once in a while," Helen smiled again at her son, stroking his upper arm. "Okay mum, that sounds great, thanks!" Another one of Helen's friends walked up to her with her husband. "Helen my love, you and your dashing son are such a sight on the dance floor," she said, ruffling Michael's hair. "My boy," replied Helen, "isn't he something?" Helen stared at Michael, who was gazing down at his lap. She really was proud of him, even though he had all the physical features that had attracted her so much to his father, his personality was different, she though. Michael wouldn't betray her, Michael wouldn't abandon her. She knew Michael loved her truly, and would always treat her with respect and love. *** Helen and Michael arrived home, and as Helen had promised, she had prepared a special dinner for him. She prepared on the dining table an extravagant roast dinner. Michael and Helen sat down opposite from each other, and began eating. Helen brought out a bottle of red wine, and poured out a glass for Michael and herself. She took a sip of the glass, leaving a red lipstick imprint on the glass. "Michael, do you like the wine?" she asked inquisitively. Michael took a sip, "yeah mum! It's great." He took another sip, and another. Helen smiled, and continued drinking. "You danced beautifully tonight, dear." "Thanks mum, I was trying to impress you." Helen laughed "Impress me? Oh dear, you're my son, you don't need to impress me." Helen was surprised by Michael's level of maturity, how he was suddenly able to step up and take responsibility, acting like a grown adult in mature situations, as he had displayed himself today. "So Michael, how come you never talk to me about your studies?" "I don't know, you never really ask," replied Michael, unsure. "Well, tell me now. I'm really interested in how you're finding your first year, if you really have set out a path for what you want in life." "Uh, I don't really know yet mum, I guess I just hope to finish my degree, and find a job eventually?" "And get married too. Don't forget Michael, family is more important than having a job. Make sure you find love and happiness above all," Helen said to her son. "Don't worry mum, I'm sure I will one day." "Do you have a girlfriend Michael?" Helen took another gulp of wine. The question startled him, he had never been asked personal questions by his mother before, let alone this. He was unready. "No, not really," Michael was starting to feel tired and uncomfortable, he wondered if it was the wine. Or perhaps the wine would help him relax; he took another sip. "Michael, if you ever need any advice on girls, or women, don't hesitate to come to your mother, alright?" "Yeah, I know." Helen paused, she wasn't sure what was coming over her. She wasn't normally so open with her questions and dialogues, particularly towards her innocent son. She wondered if the wine was doing this to her, or if was just the pretext she needed to act this way like she had always wanted to? "Michael, have you had sex with a girl?" Michael nearly choked on his food. His face turned red in a second, his eyes engorged. "Mum, you should stop drinking!" he said, in a poor attempt to sound stern. "Honey, please don't talk to your mother like that. Its natural for a mother to be concerned and ask such questions about her son. I'm worried about your health and safety, you know that." "I know mum, I just... its such a weird question," Michael found himself sweating, he began gulping more wine, and found his mind became more blurry and difficult to concentrate. A moment passed. "So Michael, have you?" his mother was speaking in such a business like tone, as if discussing any casual topic. She took another heavy gulp, leaving another lipstick smudge on the glass. "No." "Michael, I know you're not gay. You think I don't notice you looking at girls?" Michael blushed strongly, "I..." "Oh don't worry, I'm not mad or anything," Helen laughed, "I think its cute, and its perfectly normal for a boy your age." She refilled the wine bottle. Helen's mind was telling her to stop. Her mind was asking her what she thought she was doing. This was her son, she had never spoken to him about these things before. On the other hand, Helen felt greatly relieved asking her son these questions, almost as if she'd always held herself back from asking. She appreciated being able to talk with her son frankly and openly over matters she could talk with her girlfriends about. She refilled both their glasses. "I've seen you stare at Cat, Michael." "Catherine!? No way, mum. Why would you say that?" Helen giggled, "You think you can hide that from me? Its okay, I would expect it. Cat takes very good care of her looks, she's a very pretty lady. I envy her sometimes, I wish I knew what her secret was." "She's not as beautiful as you, mum." Helen was taken aback. "You think I'm beautiful, honey?" "Of course mum, everybody knows it. All my friends always tell me that; I mean I don't want to be rude or anything, but I think so to." "Honey, you're too kind, but I think you think too highly of me sometimes." "No way, you should have seen some of the guys today, and the women too, they were all admiring you. You were by far the most beautiful woman out there tonight. I could even see your boss eyeing you when you weren't looking." Helen laughed. "Oh dear, I saw that too. I've seen it before as well." Helen paused and looked down at her plate, "I could see you looking at me too when we were dancing?" Michael's face turned red, but he hid well the tremble from his voice, "Yeah we were dancing, I was trying to keep coordinated. There's no way I'd look at you like that, you're my mum..." Helen felt like she was making her son uncomfortable. "Did you enjoy the dance, dear?" "Yeah it was good." Helen stood up and walked over to Michael. "Would you like to practice some more now?" the tipsiness was apparent in the way she walked. "I dunno, mum, you seem kinda tipsy; me too actually." "Come on Michael," she stretched out her hand and Michael took it. They began dancing slowly, just as they had at the party earlier. Except this time Michael felt his body much closer to Helen's, and he felt the way she was moving was much more seductive. Helen put her arm around his back and held him close. "You're so wonderful, Michael." Michael didn't say anything. Helen wondered to herself what she was doing. She kept denying she was being sexual with her son, her own son for God's sake. She could not get her mind of sex, with Michael's hands touching her bare skin. She felt so wrong thinking about this with her own son, wondering if he had any clue. She had no idea what had brought about this sudden impulse. It had been months since she'd received any sexual satisfaction at all, her only source being Richard who could not be more disinterested in her. She wondered if she was hurting her son if she were to go any further with this, she knew it was something she would never do sober. She could stop now, she thought. She didn't have to go all the way. She could head to bed, and they could both forget all about this. As the danced, Helen kissed her son on the cheek and stroked and curled his hair with her finger. She rubbed her cheek gently passed his, and closed her eyes as they danced. She could feel the fire coming up in her, she didn't want to control it, she wanted to let it loose. It was arising from deep in her womb, and she wanted to let it out. It was the culmination of an age of frustration, and she knew her boy was a man and a boy no longer. Michael felt his mother's kiss, He could feel the way she moved her hands around him. He could see her cleavage, and the breasts inside her dress almost about to pop out, and pressing against his own chest. He felt Helen's legs stroke past his. He could not help himself, he felt an erection arise in his pants. As he danced closer to Helen, it was pressing into her dress, and he knew she could feel it. He had been a virgin all his life, but he had never not been interested in sex. His whole life he had waited for the perfect moment, and now he felt his body screaming for it. His own mother, the woman he had admired for his entire life more than any girl at his school or college, was now within his arms. This elegant godess, he thought. Helen kissed her son on the ear, and whispered to him, "honey, I think its time to go to bed." Michael was somewhat disappointed, thinking it was over. His fantasy and desires which he had always hated himself for were not about to come to realisation after all, but he wondered if it was all for the best. Then Helen backed away and grinned at him with the cheeky grin of a devil. She grabbed his hand and led him up the stairs by his hand, Michael following in the rear, part of him eager, the other part utterly confused. Helen took her son to her master bedroom, and laid him on the bed on his back. Without saying a word she climbed on top of him on the bed, and began straddling him. She bent down and kissed him on the neck several times, and then all over his face and lips. Leaving a plethora of lipstick marks. Helen then leaned back up, and smiled at her son, panting heavily as she rocked back and forth gently, all their clothes still on. She could feel the tender taste of her beloved son's lips on her own, and the taste of his skin too. She began undoing his shirt, and then flung it off him. Michael lay their shirtless looking eagerly up at Helen, awaiting her next move with his arms still by his sides. Helen grabbed his hands and put them on her hips, moving them up and down. She began kissing her son over his neck, chest, nipple, and belly, leaving even more lipstick everywhere over him. At this point she could feel his erection raging hard. Michael was moving his hands up and down her hips, from her thighs up to her armpits. She could feel the boner inside his pants pressing against her pubic area. She lifted her dress up, exposing her belly and panties. Michael saw her panties were soaking wet, and she began grinding harder and harder against her son. She pushed harder and further, then bent back down, and grabbed her son's face and passionately kissed him, her hips now swinging back in forth in a rhythmic motion. The momentum reached higher and higher levels. They could feel their genitals pressing against each others and stimulating each other; Helen could feel the lips of her vagina wrapping around Michael's shaft, despite the layers of fabric between them. The intense feeling of the rhythmic movement and friction was unbelievable pleasure to her. She could not believe that her own young, sweet, innocent son had such capability to provide her with such an intense pleasure. Michael could feel the pressure building inside him, and he could hold no longer; his mother's fluids were already seeping through her panties and onto his pants. He suddenly exploded in his pants, and could feel jet stream after stream shoot out into his pants, and then leak through onto his mother's panties. Michael lay there heaving in immense pleasure and euphoria, feeling like his hips were going to collapse in and his ribs would burst. He was not entirely sure what just happened, or what will happen, but he did not care, he knew for the moment that he was in bliss. Loveless Nights Ch. 01 Helen also was breathing heavily; hear breasts heaving up and down. They had not yet fully fallen out of her dress despite all the movement about, but the straps were now down by her shoulder, and her nipples were hard and clearly visible through the dress. With a heaving chest, Helen collapsed by her son's side on the bed, and then cuddled him. What did she just do? she thought to herself. Did she just ruin her life, and her relationship with her son? Did she just ruin her relationship with her whole family? For the moment she did not care, she knew something that felt so right could not be wrong. She knew there was lust between her and her son, but she knew there was also great love, and what had just happened had been borne out of love. She put her hand on Michael's bare chest, and began stroking gently, while kissing his cheek and smiling. He was clearly too worn out and tired, and he promptly fell asleep in a manner of minutes, and began snoozing. Helen stared adoringly at her brave boy, and gave him a kiss on the cheeks, and placed her head down on the pillow, against his head, and she too fell asleep.