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found myself sitting in my
son's lap like riding a saddle one sided. I kissed my son's mouth,
"I am so sorry. I am sure Jenny would realise her misunderstanding.
How can she assume you love another woman?”
    Joe smiled ruefully and changed the subject,
"Mum we need refill but I do not want the angel who has dropped in
my lap to move from my lap."
    I giggled like a schoolgirl, "JOE, you say
such nice things. You mum is an old lady hurtling towards her big
fifty. An angel she is not. I will freshen the glasses."
    "No mum, this is the job for the man. I know
I can carry my angel, No, I insist you are," Joe got up with me in
his arms as if I weighed as much as a feather. I had both glasses
in my hands. We both laughed as I filled them shakily and my son
balanced me in his arms.
    I had a brilliant idea I picked up the
bottle as well. We were once again comfortable on sofa and sipped
wine rather quickly.
    I suddenly realised Joe had not answered my
question, "Joe, why does Jenny thinks you love another woman? Do
you?" I regretted asking that. Twice in short span I had doubted my
son. I was also a bit miffed with his girlfriend at being
presumptuous.
    "Mum, I have never said anything to support
that. I have never shown any signs to make anyone even think of
such a possibility. I have not even said it aloud in my own mind
let alone to anyone," my son's face was now showed a deep-seated
ache.
    I tightened my arms around my son, "Forgive
your old mum, Joe. She is being stupid. I cannot see the pain on my
son's beautiful face."
    Joe held me tight as well and buried his
face in my hair. We sat there for a long time.
    "Mum realisation has set in as you quizzed
me," Joe whispered in thick voice into my hair, "I cannot be
dishonest anymore, not with you. I do love someone other than
Jenny. I just never acknowledged even to myself, as it would be
disloyal to Jen."
    I moved back to look at my son's face. I saw
young Tom and my father in his incredibly beautiful and handsome
face. Suddenly my chest tightened. I wished we never had this
discussion. I had that premonition that mothers have intuitively. I
feared that my son would say something I possibly did not want to
hear.
    "Mum, I am sure that other woman I am in
love with is you." Joe said simply. Atom bombs are dropped in a
simple gesture of gravity but devastation is phenomenal.
    I gasped and somehow knew that's what my son
would say. I lost my husband, and now might lose my son because the
emotions we shared now moved into a different realm - prohibited,
illicit and deemed dangerous and wrong by society.
    I started to cry silently and buried my face
in my son's chest. Joe kissed my hair repeatedly and kept on saying
'Sorry Mum’ that made me cry even more. I cried as much for the
insoluble problem we faced and, also that my son might feel sorry
he felt that way about his mother.
    I stopped crying eventually and looked at my
son. I saw pure love written all over his face. I was not worried
about incest and all that goes nonsense with it. I was worried
about my son who now found himself at crossroads.
    Joe looked at me with fierce affection that
took my breath away. Before I could do or say anything my son
crushed his mouth over mine. I clung on to his neck and allowed my
mouth to open and soon my son's tongue found its way inside his
mother's mouth. I cried and kissed my son. Joe stroked my back as
our kiss became fierce to the point of being violent.
    Joe seemed to be angry with himself and me
that he somehow found loving his mother as a woman. I felt angry
that somehow I allowed my son to develop those feelings for his
mother. I moaned as my son crushed his mouth on mine almost
cruelly. I cried and sobbed and in wild anger at the travesty that
our lives had become bit hard on my son's lip. I heard Joe emit a
low groan. I tasted salty thick fluid in my mouth. Mother in me won
and I moved away and saw a deep cut on my son's lower lip
bleeding.
    Joe smiled peacefully and sucked on his