Chapter Four

Blow Job for a Special Son

When Mrs Jackson had finally composed herself, she straightened her clothing and got unsteadily to her feet on legs that didn’t seem to belong to her. Her orgasm had left her physically and emotionally drained. She went back into Jason’s room and found him dozing. He looked peaceful, almost serene. It was as if all the strain, all the tension of the past few weeks had been lifted from him. She watched him breathing, the light rattle of a gentle snore already in accompaniment. His ample chest rose and fell slowly with his steady, even breaths. Her eyes swivelled to his crotch. No sign of an erection now. She wondered when he would need relieving again with a mixed sense of apprehension and excited anticipation. Having done it once, surely the second time would be easier now that the initial fears of guilt and embarrassment had been negotiated. The only obstacle that seemed to remain now was the fear of enjoying it – the act of taking her son in hand – so much that she became hooked on it. But she couldn’t deny that she was kind of looking forward to her next call to arms, even though it scared her a little. It would surely be better than before, without the awkward tension that existed the first time between mother and son. Perhaps the next time, or if things continued to progress well, she could even spice things up a little?

With the prospect of more illicit fun on the horizon, there was also a downside that occurred to her. She began to view the eventual removal of Jason’s arm-casts with a sense of trepidation. Once her son was restored to full health, she would no longer be needed for all the things that he was at the moment incapable of performing for himself — the washing, the dressing, the feeding, the… And while it was the least she could do in performing these duties for him, she was being held prisoner as much as her son by his incapacitation. But having tasted the pleasures and sins of intimacy with her own flesh and blood, there remained one duty she would now be loath to relinquish.

What if the next visit to outpatients resulted in the casts being removed? Normal service would then be resumed. There would no longer be a legitimate reason for continuing intimate relations with her son. She felt closer to him now than ever before and there was an extra bond developing that had little to do with maternal love. Mother and son had become intrinsically linked by an act of mercy, yet one that was nonetheless sexual in its application. Inducing one’s own son to orgasm had an excitement and appeal about it that could not be obtained or equalled by normal sexual relations – that is, those outside of the family blood circle – and this was something that Mrs Jackson had become, perverse as it seemed, well aware of.

It was Thursday. The next visit to outpatients was the coming Tuesday and the possibility of good news for Jason – if not his mother. Since his motorcycle accident, Carol had arranged to work only afternoons until her son could see to himself. In this way she was able to attend to Jason’s morning needs and he would then be okay until she returned at around half-past-five. She had modified certain items of clothing for him, two or three pairs of jeans that had the front and back cut away to facilitate his toilet needs, and while these looked comically obscene, it was a necessity that couldn’t be ignored. Of course, if it came to bottom-wiping, it was still a problem. Fortunately, he wasn’t often caught short in the afternoon. He was regular as clockwork, and then at the times his mother was on hand to see to him – namely mornings.

She felt reluctant to wake him from such a relaxed sleep, but it was necessary to get him up, washed and moving about. She knew he needed some sort of exercise and to take an interest in the things around him. She didn’t want him to die of boredom sitting on the sofa all day.

Once Mrs Jackson had seen to her son’s needs and got him comfortable on the sofa, she kissed him on the forehead, ruffled his hair and left for work.

In the days that followed, Carol Jackson masturbated her son for a second time on the Saturday morning, following his first pee of the day.