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What do I do with Peter ?

My name is Louise and this is my tale. What was I going to do with my son Peter? He isn't a bad boy. His grades at school are quite good. His teachers are expecting him to get at least 8 GCSEs at C or above. However over the past few weeks he'd been getting into scuffles at school, not real fights. This was the third time in two weeks this had happened. Today though I got a call at lunchtime asking me to see the headmaster at 2 p.m.

I'd dropped Peter off at school at 8: 45 before I commenced my rounds as a community midwife. He seemed reluctant for me to take him to school and said he would walk. Seeing the school was over 2 miles from our house and because of the time. I said don't be so daft I'll drop you off. I didn't really need this today of all days, for tomorrow was both Peter's birthday, and mine and also my period had just started.

I was only just over 14 years old when I became pregnant with Peter. He was a bouncing 8 pound 4 ounce baby when I gave birth to him on my fifteenth birthday. I really was a gymslip mother. I was a virgin before that one nightstand. Who says virgins can't get pregnant? I did.

He never really had any illness, just suffering the occasional cold, and one dose of flu. I always insisted he was properly vaccinated against anything he could be vaccinated against.

My parents were very supportive and helped to look after Peter and helped me through my training for nursing and midwifery. Even Peter's father who was 21 at the time paid, and has paid maintenance ever since. In our age this is unusual We still keep in contact and Peter often goes to visit him. He's quite good to him. He's now married and has another family, but he lives close by. It was a surprise to everyone he didn't go to jail.

Now this afternoon I had to go and see his headmaster. When I arrived at the head's office, I was ushered in. He said, " Please sit down Mrs Hanson." I said "it's Miss Harrison ". He was somewhat confused. "You are Peter Hanson's mother aren't you. " "Yes I replied ". He then told me why Peter had been getting into trouble. It seems a group of boys in another class had been teasing him about me. Peter had taken it very personally and when he challenged one of the boys he had tried to hit Peter. That was a bad move on his part. Peter is 6 foot 2 inches tall and has got a brown belt in kempo ju jitsu.

The result of this was Peter's attacker suffered a sprained ankle and broken nose when he was thrown.

" We realise Peter was only acting in self defence Miss Harrison. We won't take any action, but we are monitoring the situation. Would you however have a word with Peter " stated Mr Johnson. I said " I'll do what I can headmaster. However he seems very reluctant to talk to me, but I'll try."

So I went back to work. It's a job I thoroughly enjoy, Especially when I have just delivered a new-born baby. It reminds me often of how Peter was when he was born.

Peter usually makes his own way home because I finish a bit later than he does. He is very good around the house. I like to think I have brought him up pretty well. He was actually tidying up when I arrived home. I said " Ill just go and get changed and put some tea on, all right love ". He said " already done mum I'm making spaghetti bolognes. Is that OK? ". " Yes " I replied. I wondered how many fifteen-year-olds would do that. This happened occasionally. He seemed to like cooking. He is amazingly mature for his age.

After tea we sat down and relaxed. "What's been going on at school Peter you can tell me". Said I. He said "not much ". " Please tell me it's not the first time you've had fights recently " I said. Peter said, " they're not fights. Oh all right I'll tell you all about it. " For such a big lad he's a big softy, with me any way. It seems the other boys had been teasing him because they had seen me drop him off. " I can't tell you what they say about you it's disgusting" he said. I replied " Just ignore them in future will you. You know they're no match for you, and you don't want to be thrown out of the judo club do you ". He winced at this, not at what I meant but because I said that dreaded word JUDO. "Oh alright mum Ill do my best, but it's ju jitsu not Judo. As though I didn't already know.

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We were having a joint party the next evening at our home it was Peter’s 16 birthday and my 31st

We had to get things sorted out, but we had help. My friends Jenny, Samantha and Jean would help.

Jenny, like me , was a midwife . She was also a single mum and had one son Michael who was one year older than Peter. They did a lot of things together. Mostly they enjoyed swimming, and went to the pool at least three times a week. I digress. The next afternoon Samantha and Jean would come around and prepare things.

When I arrived home at night the following evening it was already. They really were good friends .All I had to do was get ready. " How are you Louise," said Michael when he came round with Jenny at the arranged time of 7:30. " Fine how’s the job going? " Said I. " It's great we've just started the new market in Lancaster you know". He worked as an apprentice joiner for a local construction company.

The evening went great. Jenny teased me by saying: " So your Peter's no longer a boy is he I can have my wicked way with him can't I. It's no longer an offence is it. I mean he's over the age of consent now isn't he?" I just thought it was the wine as I was also getting a little tipsy. " Honestly though isn't he a hunk. That weightlifting is having an effect on him isn't it. I mean look at the muscles on him ". "Oh Jenny " I replied you’re incorrigible. " Yes I know I am. How big is he though. I bet he's 8 inches at least. You know what they say about young men don't you? ". "What's that " I retorted. "That they think about sex every twenty minutes and masturbate at least 4 times a day. I envy the woman who gets him. Better beware Louise." I just imagined it was Jenny. The party ended. I was happy. For I could see Peter had enjoyed himself. Everyone said their farewells and were gone by midnight. They had helped us clear things up so Peter and I hadn't much to do. We were in bed a half-hour later.

Alone in bed I dwelt on what Jenny had said. When she said it I thought she was only joking, Jenny is Jenny. She’s always the practical joker, but she's a heart of gold as they say .She is always willing to help others sometimes to the detriment of herself. Now I lay awake and wondered what she meant should I beware of her having her way with Peter, or should I beware of Peter in case he found me sexually desirable. I had never thought of him in that way before. As I fell asleep I pondered on Jenny's words.

By the weekend everything seemed better. My period finished on Friday. Regular as clockwork I was 5 days bleeding and stop. I very rarely suffered cramps or other abdominal pains. I was lucky and also grateful. Also there was no more trouble with Peter at school.

I had three days to work before I was off for 10 days. It seemed like a lifetime since I had any time off work. In reality it had been the Christmas break when I last had more than a weekend off. Even though I liked my job I wanted a break. So Peter and myself were going to my parents in York.

I had been surprised mum and dad had moved there last year They had no relatives in York.

They had of course my older brother Raymond nearby in Malton, but why move to York?

We had decided to go swimming on Saturday morning, that is Jenny, Michael, Peter and myself. We spent about an hour and a half in the pool. Splashing around and playing, as we did. Then went for something to eat. Whilst Michael and Peter went looking in record shops Jenny and I talked. "You all right " she said." Fine I'm always glad it's over " I said referring to the monthly blessing. "You do alright, " said Jenny. " You take it very well, me it's a pain with those damned cramps, still I've not got endometriosis. You and Peter still going away to your mum's next week." "Yes " I replied " I need a break. I'm glad dad used to work for the railway, at least we get discount tickets."

" Still you're going with a handsome young man. I bet he could give a girl a good time. Did you see the size of that packet in his trunks. That was real not a potato or a pair of rolled up socks. I bet he's nearly 9 inches," said Jenny.

"Oh Jenny, I can't think of him in that way he's my son. Anyway It's incest and against the law. They throw you in jail for it and probably throw away the key." I barked.

" You don't tell neither will I " Jenny went on. I said: "you're serious aren't you. You're really prompting me to have an affair with my own son. As well as all it may bring, prison, deformed children. Do you want me to become an outcast in society. I couldn't do it Jenny " Jenny continued "Louise Have You seen the latest studies regarding incestuous pregnancies. They show there is no greater statistical risk of birth defects than in the general population. Louise it's a myth we've been fed all these years it's a form of social control to keep us in our places and frightened of the powers that be. Your dad saw it all those years ago when those same petty minded, bureaucratic, inept, corrupt, self serving, lying thieves such as Marples and Beeching ruined the rail network in this country. Besides love you need a man. You haven't had one since that bastard 2 years ago and he was only after 2 things, sex and your money. And Louise, love, that boy really does care for you, and he loves you more than you know. Think about it at least will you. Besides he's now of age. So ended our little conversation.

The rest of the weekend was a daze I couldn't get it out of my mind I kept thinking about it wherever I went .The week went quickly we were to go on Thursday morning so as to avoid the Easter rush. Jenny kept in close contact all week. Meanwhile most nights Peter went round to help jenny clear her garage, Michael was working away in Leicester.

It was Easter week and come Thursday morning we were getting the first train we could from Preston, where we lived' to York. Dad was going to meet us at the station. Jenny agreed to pick us up and take us to the station. Thankfully we had packed the night before.

So at 6 am Jenny arrive and to our surprise Samantha was with her. We arrived at the station in plenty of time. So we decided to have a coffee, Instead Jenny got me a tea "you drink too much of that stuff try this for a change " she said I had to agree with her. Just as we were getting on board she said take this at least give it a try won't you. We then said our goodbyes. "See you in ten days " Jenny said "phone and tell us what time you'll be back. Keep in touch while you're away ." I acquiesced to all her demands.

When we were seated Peter said, " you alright mum ". Of course I am son came my reply. It was rather an uneventful journey Blackburn , Accrington , Burnley Manchester road , Hebden bridge and on to Bradford and Leeds . All the time I was thinking about Jenny's words .She really was serious about me having a sexual relationship with Peter .I wondered what he would think if he knew what had been said. I couldn't imagine. We were lost in our own thoughts on the most of the journey. Nearing Bradford I had to pay a visit. Once in the toilet I looked in my bag for Jenny's farewell parcel. Inside the small packet was a card saying "think about what we talked about . At least give it a fling, I'm sure your parents will be supportive .If in any doubt use these , but give it a try . I'm sure Peter will respond to you favourably he really does love you ,and would do anything for you, but you probably know that ..Love and best wishes Jenny" Also in the packet was a packet of condoms. For the rest of the journey I looked at Peter in a whole new way.

We arrived in York on time. Dad was there to meet us, mum was at home .He took my cases and we left the station. It was only a short way to where my parents lived but we got a taxi anyway. "How are you love? " dad said." " Fine "I lied. " How are you? " I asked, "OK" he replied, but behind his smile he looked concerned.

So we arrived at my parent's house and dad took the cases upstairs. Mum told us to sit down while she made us some tea. "Nothing like tea for relaxing" Mum said. We always felt welcome and comfortable here. They were really wonderful parents. We had to insist to help. It was still only 9:20 by now. I felt glad we travelled by train.

Dad came back down. We drank the tea. Then dad offered to take Peter to the Rail museum Peter always likes to look around it. Then they were gone. "I'm glad to be here mum "I said. "You and your young man are always more than welcome dear you know that don't you" replied mum." Can I have a bath mum before I unpack, I haven't had time for one this morning?" "I'll run you one dear and then I will unpack for you " replied mum.

So I had a leisurely soak. I could feel myself getting aroused. I started to play with my clitty while mum unpacked for me, She came into the bathroom. "How are you Louise." mum said. "I'm fine but a bit tired mum’ " " You go have a rest when you're finished if you like" mum said. " No I’ll be OK " Said I." You look like you could do with a waxing dear " she said. " Are you offering to do it for me mum." So she did. It wasn't unusual when she retired from teaching she set up in business for a short time doing a little beauty therapy. She even waxed and removed all my pubic hair saying: "it's more hygienic, easier to keep clean, but you know that don't you . I'd never felt so smooth. My skin was like a baby's bottom. It was partly the Aloe Vera oil she used that made the skin supple . I felt completely refreshed.

I decided on a dress for the day. Mum I shouted down "Why are Peter's things in my room ". I'm sorry dear you'll have to share. The spare room's being decorated. We've been waiting for John to come and finish it off but he's ill " . Whilst I have no problems sharing in the past in the light of recent events I was very wary. I couldn't find my pyjamas anywhere. " "Mum have you seen my night-dress" or pyjamas any where? "No dear are you sure you packed them " . I could have sworn I had . It looked as though Peter and I were to share the same bed. This hadn't been a problem before. When other guests had the spare room, but now he was older.

" Mum and me were sitting in the living room talking. We can always set a camp bed elsewhere if you want? " she said . I declined the offer , and besides I had condoms .I was thinking about what Jenny had said . " I've got some birthday presents for you. Raymond and Anita sent some as well. " Mum and dad had given me a bottle of chanel no 5 . Raymond's and Anita's was wrapped up . " Open it here dear if you want so I did and inside were 3 silk nighties and nicker sets quite expensive by the look , there were also 4 pairs of silk hold up wedding stockings . I thanked her but was rather puzzled. Chanel was my favourite perfume.

Mum called to me" come down dear let's have a talk I've something to tell you.."

I went down stairs and spoke to mum. "I'm sorry, I don't want to appear to be going behind your back, but I've been having a word with your friend Jenny." Oh I thought. Both of them are trying now to get Peter and me together. Not very subtle about it though are they? She continued " We can't and won't force you to do anything against your will but listen to what I have to say ".

I spent half an hour listening to mum. It turned out not only did I have a brother but I also had a half sister .she was Anita my brother Raymond's wife. Seemingly mum had a baby to another man when she was 15. A good friend of her mother's had brought the child up. Raymond had met her when they were both older and one thing led to another. At first mum and dad had been concerned and told them both. It seems they had found out by themselves they were related. Anyway both of their children turned out to be pretty normal, neither had 2 heads or additional limbs.

I was astounded. " So is this to be my wedding day, and this break to be our honeymoon mum ". I said." She said. It's up to you Louise. You know I have only yours and Peter's best interest at heart." This I knew to be true. " Is that why they've gone out " I replied." "Oh no dear they've gone to the rail museum " Replied mum. " However your dad is going to have a word with Peter about the situation. As I said dear If you don't want to say and we'll make different sleeping arrangement s. Knowing you 2 though you’ll both want the most uncomfortable bed, in order to please each other. You know your young man does love you and you really could do a lot worse, and besides he is now a man "

By this time I had agreed to her. She even showed me the studies they had got about incestuous babies. It seemed a lot of what was in these were of scientific validity. There wasn't really any conclusive proof that incestuous offspring were any different from the rest of population. I thought over what both mum and Jenny said.

I see you're still taking your folic acid and multivitamins aren't you Louise. If you weren't thinking of more children why are you taking them?" I couldn't think of an answer to that. Mum was very astute she had obviously seen them when she'd unpacked my case. Indeed she was the most astute person I had known she could weigh up any situation in a matter of seconds, where the average individual would take minutes. It was very foolish to try to fool her. It was an uncanny sixth sense she had .A car mechanic had once tried to do this when she was teaching, he found his MOT testing certificate was rescinded because of this mishap. Nevertheless she is one of the kindest and most thoughtful person you would wish to meet.

We chatted away until dad and Peter came back. Peter and I were each looking at each other in a new light. We had some lunch. " Do you fancy going for a swim Pete. " I said. "Sure I'm up for it ", he replied. I insisted on doing the washing up Peter came in to dry. Whilst at the sink Peter put his arm around my waist. " I love you mum " he said. "And I love you Peter .Did granddad speak to you? " I asked. " YES " was his response. " What do you think mum, will you give it a try, you know I wouldn't hurt you don't you " he said . " Sure I will baby " I replied. He held my waist and kissed my neck. He had done this before, now there was a new urgency about it . I could feel his erection against my soft buttocks. I turned around and kissed him on his lips. There was an instant flick of our tongues together. " We'd better get this lot cleared. S o I rushed off to get my costume.

Whilst I was putting my things in my holdall, Peter came in. I was still a bit nervous about the situation. This was soon dispelled when Peter took my hand and said "it's Ok mum I can understand if you don't want to. " No its fine love " said I then we embraced each other , "We'd better get ready said . "Yep " came his reply. So we set off for the baths, not quite hand in hand. It was a warm spring day so I just had my dress on .The pool wasn't far anyway.

We got there and saw it was pretty crowded even so we went in . There was only one spare changing cubicle . So I said " you go first love " He replied by taking my hand and leading me into the cubicle with him , "Oh alright I" said . I then whispered in his ear " call me Louise in here OK baby. Then we don't arouse suspicion ". "OK mmm Louise" he said .I couldn't reach the back of my dress in such a confined space. So he did it for me .the first time of many I thought. We got changed me into my costume, he into his trunks . Jenny was right he was a big boy indeed. My erect nipples must have been obvious to him.

We put our bags in the lockers. We showered then dived in things got very playful, with me pretending to swim away from him. He of course always caught me. We had often done this when we went swimming with Jenny and Michael. Michael would swim after Jenny, his mother, and I would do the same with Peter. Of course the boys always caught us. Now there was definitely sexual tension between us. He must have seen my hard and erect nipples through my costume. I of course couldn't miss his erection. In my experience a long night of erotic love would be able to satisfy us .

We played around for about 90 minutes then decided to get showered and changed. There were more cubicles vacant this time but we shared the same one. We dried and got dressed. I had to pay a visit. I decided to put on some of the perfume mum had bought and make myself up a little. My hair isn't a problem. I have always kept it short. Too short some say for a woman, but I like it that way.

When I came out I couldn't find Peter anywhere as much as I looked .I wondered where he was . It must have been obvious because another young woman came up to me and asked if I was looking for my boyfriend. She said, " I think he's gone to the caf? ". Sure enough he was there . I was flattered she thought I was young enough to be his girlfriend. The truth was I always had been His Girl and friend. Though up till now I hadn't realised the true implications of the situation. We had a drink I stuck to decaffeinated tea, don't know why Peter had a coffee.

We decided to stroll along the bank of the river Ouse. It was always a pleasant view from there . We were still a bit reluctant to hold hands in public, but we did. He would also give me the occasional cuddle. I was really enjoying it . I said to Peter " you had better call me Louise while we're here in York, but call me mum at home . We strolled on for a while. It was still only 3 pm so we decided to visit York Minster. It is still a magnificent building .. We strolled around and even , Looked around the foundations . These have been restored to prevent the Minster from collapsing.

We completely lost track of time and had to rush off back home.

When we arrived mum and dad were out. I always have had a key to their house so I let myself AND Peter in .I considered what to do but before I could think, Peter found the note. It read" We will be back for 7:30 pm, have arranged to take you 2 out for a meal at 8:15 . Be ready for then please. Make yourselves at home. Love mum and dad.

It was only 4:45 pm we had plenty of time to ourselves. I took Peter's hand and said "let's go to bed I prefer it that way. Once in the bedroom I quickly drew the blinds but left the curtains open. At least nobody would see us . I took his hand."Peter" I said " do you mind me asking are you a virgin? Is this your first time. To my surprise he said " no aunt Jenny's been teaching me. " I wasn’t entirely surprised. So this is what garage cleaning amounted to. My best friend is seducing my son. Then he added " it's OK Michael knows and thinks it alright " ." What's Michael got to do with it Peter? " Didn't you know mum " Michael sleeps with aunt Jenny. He's her boyfriend. !" This didn't entirely surprise me for some reason. " That's why he volunteered for that fortnight working away in Leicester so his mum could teach me , just like she did him . They've been lovers since he was 16.

" Oh thank you for letting me know lover boy. Still baby I don't really mind. Let's see how experienced you are. After all afternoon of cuddling, sometimes kissing both of us were more than ready. Indeed I thought we'd been caught out on one occasion, when Peter was wrapping his arms around me, clutching my belly and making thrusts to my back. An elderly couple, who had been watching us, approached. "Oh I'm sorry, " the woman had said thought you were a young married couple we know . You look so much like them. The likeness is uncanny. They're both 23 and devoted to each other. Alice who I thought you were, dear has found out she's pregnant. Sorry once again, but it's most uncanny." I was relieved and pleasantly delighted .To think somebody could mistake us for such a couple. After all I was 15 year's older than the man I was with, and he was my son.

We started kissing I really was really getting aroused .It was such a long time since a man had touched me. My nipples were sticking out like buttons. My panties were getting damp, and the dampness was beginning to soak my tights. Peter was thrusting gently into me. We started to undress each other. I undressed Peter and he me .It was very gentle. First my dress came off. My slip didn't last much longer. He undid my bra as I unbuttoned his shirt and trousers. They lay on the floor on top of my clothes. He then tore his socks off. Lastly we took off each other's underwear. We were finally naked together. Other than this afternoon we had not been so close, naked together since I had given birth to him all those years ago . There we were mother and son together. Something very special was soon to occur. We were to transgress an ancient code and commit the ultimate taboo: incest. Not only that, we were to do it with the blessing and connivance of my parents and best friend." Mum you're beautiful. I really like hairless women." Now it made sense why mum had waxed me.

We kissed long and hard. His erect penis pressing into my navel .My hard nipples pressing against his abdomen . He towered over me, my soon to be lover, my son. He lowered me onto the bed. we were kissing passionately . I was moaning .He was saying " I love you so much mum, Louise." I was moaning " I love you my beautiful boy Peter. " I lay on the bed thighs spread apart waiting for him to enter. I guided him into me I had never felt happier knowing he was going back to the place from where he had been birthed. He was fully in me now I could feel him thrusting in and out . I tried to match his thrusts .All the time I was moaning " Oh Peter more I love you. I want to do this forever. Peter do whatever you want even make me pregnant." This sent him over the edge. He was completely on top of me. My knees were wrapped around his torso. My hands were squeezing and thrusting his buttocks towards me. His penis thrusting in and out He was near climax and so was I. I felt him shudder and then it came our two orgasms matched in unison. I felt him come against my cervix. Load after load of life giving sperm flooded me, as I also came. I wept with joy .I truly had come home to my one and only true love." Thank you mum ,thank you Jenny " , I said to myself. You two knew what I didn't: that my destiny lay with my own living son Peter. He brought me back to earth. All of a sudden I heard him calling "mum are you alright ". There was urgency in his voice."Yes my love" I cried " ,"I've never felt better", and I really meant it . I realised then I loved Peter not only as a son but as my lover, my life partner and the father of our children yet to be. At this moment I only cared about Peter. "I love you baby "I cried. Peter replied " I love you mum " . We lay entwined, his erect penis in me for more than an hour just looking into each others eyes and whispering words of love and affection to each other. I truly was in paradise. I couldn't believe he was still hard. We changed positions. I asked Peter to lay on his back. I then guided his penis back in me. I did him as he lay under me. I was jumping up and down. I was like a little girl riding a toy horse, only this was no horse. I was riding my own flesh and blood. He was saying words of love all the time:" I love you Louise mum, you're so beautiful, oh ,oh oh." And so he came inside me for a second time in just one hour. Shortly after I also came again. I then collapsed on top of him. His erect penis still inside me.

We must have laid like that for another half hour . He was cuddling me and fondling my breasts. I was stroking his hair and rubbing his chest, whilst I kissed him on the lips . I was in ecstasy.

"Please God don't let this ever end, " I cried. Then suddenly it was ten minutes to seven. We've really got to shower and change you know love. Granddad and Gran will be home shortly. " I don't think they'd mind if they caught us in bed ", he said. I knew this was true but w had to change. "I'm going to have a shower" I said "care to join me baby " . How could a horny young man refuse such an offer? We used the ensuite bathroom. We lathered and washed each other. He paid particular attention to my vagina I soaped and washed his penis particularly behind the foreskin. I am his mother but I am also a nurse. Thoroughly washed and dried, we found our discarded clothes and dropped them in the laundry basket. We had out by a quarter past eight, but even now I wanted to be dressed before they arrived back

We were cutting it close it was 7:25 and still naked. Peter was getting amorous again. I could tell he wanted to make love again. " I'm sorry baby you'll have to wait " I whimpered. Even though he could have taken me by force, he complied. I really was up for another session though, but had to get ready. We heard the door open as we put our clothes on. Peter wore casual clothes; a shirt and jeans . I wore a tight clinging dress . Underneath were bra and panties plus a pair of sheer wedding hold up stockings. After all this was my wedding day, and we were on honeymoon, even though we were mother and son. I quickly put my make up on . Mum greeted us " How are you two love birds?"

"Fine" we both replied. Dad said " We're nearly ready Louise, Peter, we've been to Malton to see Raymond and Anita. "How are they I asked " . Alright now "Anita's been given the all clear." Mum replied ", but it was a close call. " She was referring to Anita's accident . She had been run down by a drunk driver the previous week and had only just come out of hospital. She was lucky to have only sustained a broken leg..

When we were all ready we went to a local restaurant. Everything went well .Mum told us Raymond's building business was doing well. He was to build another 40 houses on the site of a derelict factory in Teeside . My dad stirred at this. We left about 11 : 15 . Upon arriving back mum made some tea. Around midnight It was time for bed." Goodnight dears" said mum "sleep well ".

S o we retired to bed . I washed and changed in the bathroom. I put on a clean pair of wedding

Stockings, my nightie and a clean pair of panties .It was after all my wedding night . Peter was already in bed. Only a nightlight was on. I snuggled up to my son. Peter was naked. I turned out the light. This was to be the first night we had slept together. "Mum he said what do we now ". I replied make love, and lots of babies." That turns me on" .He said. " No "he continued " what will we do when we get back home.? " " Probably share the same bed from now on. If you want to darling? " " Of course I do mum, er Louise." " Then let's get started " baby ". This session was much more leisurely. All the

time we had been talking we had been cuddling and stroking each other . I had paid particular attention to his penis, which was rock hard. He was stroking my slit, through my panties, They were becoming damp. He removed them very gently. Soon my nightie was around my waist. He entered me in the missionary position. I was ready and wet. He slid into me very gently. We were making so much noise I thought we'd wake the neighbours. Mum and Dad couldn't have failed to hear us. Our cries of love and lust pervaded the whole house. We came together. I was holding his buttocks as he came .I almost burst into tears with the love I felt for him. He was now my man, and I his woman .We made love twice more during the night

I got up first around 8am. As I was showering I realised it was Good Friday. I knew my period had finished the previous Friday. I thought to myself "I'm entering into dangerous territory now." For almost certainly I had Peter's live sperm in me, and they could live inside a human female for up to four days. I would probably ovulate early next week, perhaps Tuesday or Wednesday next week at the very latest. However my ovum or egg would only live for about 24 hours once it had been ejected from its protective follicle. This left behind the so-called yellow body (corpus luteum), which produced progesterone to maintain the uterus lining. Yes I was certainly entering my fertile period. I was glad I had brought a vaginal thermometer with me. I had also brought a lutenising hormone (L.H) testing kit. This gave an accurate reading for that hormone for without it ovulation couldn't occur. Once L.H. levels had risen, which they did quite rapidly, ovulation was sure to occur. If nothing else I know the biology of procreation, and it's very interesting. It was make or break time. I could either continue and risk pregnancy, use contraception or abstain.

After breakfast we were all going on a trip to Beamish . We were going to Durham by train and then to Beamish by bus from there. Beamish is an industrial museum near Durham . Dad had organised trip with a few of his ex work colleagues. They were all retired railway workers like Dad.

Just wondered what he'd told them about us? Although dad had never worked out of York, he had known a few people who had. So it wasn't to difficult to become reacquainted with them when he and mum move here.

I needn't have worried Dad told them I was Peter's 22 tear old girlfriend and Peter was his 19 year old grandson. I couldn't believe he'd told them thiis. However Peter did look older than he was. He wasn't really lying because Peter was his grandson, and I was Peter's girlfriend. What he omitted to mention was that I was also his mother. However no one questioned it. It was a wonderful day and we had a good time. I fell asleep on train back to York, my head resting on Peter. I heard a comment from one of dad's friends, that we seemed such a suitable couple.

It was such a tiring day we didn't go out at night. We were in bed by ten thirty. We just had a quick session and I fell asleep with Peter still inside me, spooning me .I had always wanted to do this.

We awoke refreshed. In the night we had rolled apart. I was lying with my back to Peter .He had his arms around my belly. It was incredibly arousing. I could feel his morning erection pressing against my bottom. I imagined what it would be like if I became pregnant to him, and him stroking my growing belly. My panties were beginning to get damp at the thought of this. I took his hands in mine and we started to make love. I felt so secure in his presence. He soon pulled my panties down and was ready to enter me. I gently eased my lips apart and guided him in. It seemed such a natural thing to do, to play the woman for my man. He was very gentle with me. Again we whispered words of love to each other:

"I love you Peter, my son." I love you Louise mum. He would suck on my erect nipples at times. I thought, " you've taught the boy well Jenny". It was all coming to another beautiful climax. I felt him shudder as he came. Once again pulled him into me as deep as he would go. All the while my legs were wrapped around him. I felt him coating my cervix. It truly was an amazing experience. We lay together for a while both sated and completely drained. He was still hard inside me kissing me as I stroked him. When we'd finally arisen we showered together. We took longer to get dressed than normal because he wanted sex again. "No not now you horny young sod, we'll do it again later, you're going to wear me out " I said.

Peter had some schoolwork to complete. Even though we were now lovers I insist he still study for his GCSEs in a proper way. While we were here certain days had been set aside for study and this was one of them. After breakfast I decided to phone Jenny. I hadn't spoken to her since Thursday. I gave her all the lurid details. "What Louise you're not using protection, go for it girl, have a baby for me ,I hope he gives you twins. Seriously though Louise I'm glad it's worked out all right for both of you. " I said " I'll phone you Monday Jenny, and thanks for all you've done."

I said I'd help mum around the house and help her with the shopping. After breakfast we went out leaving dad and Peter at home. After an uneventful morning doing the shopping we stopped out for lunch. We had left the shopping in the car and were walking round town .Mum stopped outside a lingerie shop and were looking. "What do you think of these dear? "She was looking at a stocking and suspender belt set. " They're very nice but I think I've enough sexy underwear to last me. I replied . " Anyway he's randy enough without any further encouragement ". "Nonsense dear "came her reply he's only doing what comes naturally to any normal young man. After all you know what they say about young men don't you Louise". Yes mum " they think of sex every twenty minutes and masturbate at least 4 times daily" I laughed. " Well Peter isn't masturbating now is he ". No Dear he's making love daily to the woman he loves. " "You're not using any form of contraception Louise .I think that's very thoughtful. Peter loves children you know." The implication was clear mum wanted another grandchild .I by now was happy to comply. We went back home, unpacked the shopping and had a lazy afternoon . "We're going to Raymond and Anita's tomorrow are you coming with us?" said dad . We both agree to go. We didn't go out that night. We had a light tea . we were all going to have an early night . I again washed up Peter dried. While washing Peter couldn't resist touching me .By now I was thoroughly enjoying it. About 8 pm Peter and I decided to go for a stroll in the park which was nearby. We were strolling hand in hand when a scruffy youth appeared out of the bushes. " You got the time" he snarled. Peter looked at his watch and replied "It's 8:30" . "You got some money " scruffy said, "hand it over ". We were both shocked at this. Then the scruffy youth tried to grab Peter .Of course it was a very one-sided contest. He ran off ,after picking himself off the floor ,shouting back to us" I'll get you back kung fu bastard ". Ju jitsu Peter replied." Let's keep this quiet love mum will only worry" I said. This was to prove a near fatal mistake later .

We got home. Mum made some tea and we talked. Around eleven we went to bed. I had a bath and dressed in my nightwear plus stockings I found them sexy when we made love. We had a slow and sensual love session and when he came I felt him shoot his seed against my cervix. We fell asleep completely satisfied.

So it was Sunday. We got up. I decided to have a bath. When I was having a soak Peter came in to clean his teeth. "Why don't you join me, we’ve only showered together .So he did .It was an erotic experience.

We soaped and rinsed each other. The bath was too small to properly make love in .We had to be satisfied just stroking and exploring each other’s bodies.

After a light breakfast we set off for my brother’s house in Malton . Mum drove the car . Although dad can drive he’s not keen on driving .For most of his working life he was an inter-city train driver. He thinks the motor car to be uncivilised. It’s not far from York to Malton . We arrived about ten thirty in the morning .

Raymond greeted us her. Anita was in the living room her leg was still in plaster, the result of her accident. After much talk. We had lunch. " Can you believe it Louise the swine ran me down on the pavement then he staggered off. When the Police found him 2 hours later he was still 3 times over the limit. Stupid bloody man they found him in some bushes near the police station as well. Hope the b*stard gets banned for life, " said Anita . "It’s only part of a much larger problem ", interjected dad. He had now got onto his favourite topic Britain’s abysmal public transport situation." " Do you realise those low life’s on the Stedford committee knew full situations like this would arise " he said ", they fixed the figures so as to close a third of the network and throw it all on the road . They knew even then that HGV’s (heavy goods vehicles), were causing up to 60,000 times the damage of the average car. At the time the road network was losing 8 times the amount the rail network was. They knew all this and still did what they did. What a pile of shits they were." " All right dad " said Raymond. "We know, and we all agree with you. But there’s not a right lot we can do about it." "I know, I’m sorry Raymond to go on but it makes my blood boil. "

" Anyway on a lighter note Anita where are the kids?" "Jeremy’s at his girlfriend’s in Whitby, and Susan’s at her friend’s house in Scarborough. They should be back Tuesday."She said.

So the rest of the time was spent on small talk by the time we left at 3:30 everybody had calmed down.

We were back home in York for about 4:30. We got showered and changed. Whilst Peter was in the shower with me he insisted on making love to me, this we did standing. He could easily support my weight for he is a lot stronger than me. As I felt him come I thought he’s insatiable. I also pondered on when I would ovulate. It can’t be far off now. What do I do I thought. Then it came to me, I wasn’t going to use any form of protection ,and I wouldn’t let Peter either . Anyway it may already be too late for we had been rutting like bunnies since we got here. It was almost certain I still had Peter’s live sperm in me from previous sessions. Whilst still lingering in the bliss of my last orgasm I decided tomorrow I would start testing myself to see when I was ovulating.

We went to a different restaurant. When we left about 8:30 Peter and I went for a stroll along the path by the river. He knew I liked to do this. A long the way we met the same couple we had the other day . "Hello again" , said the lady "we were just talking about you 2 , we were saying how suited you both are ". After a little small talk they carried on walking in front of us . We were both lost in our thoughts. Then there he was .It was scruffy from the park ,who we’d met last night . From behind there appeared another two individual obviously his accomplices. "Are these them Dave",said a dirt individual from behind . "Yeh Jim " scruffy replied. " "Hey Jim she’s a bit of alrigh’ . Come ‘ere I can give you a good time , and maybe more . I was scared . In his hand scruffy had a knife . "You sort kungfu kid ‘ere out Jim I’ll take her into the bushes . " You Bill " said Scruffy , referring to the other filthy individual, " keep watch ." Scruffy approached me with knife in hand. His intentions were obvious he would rape me and his friend was going to stab Peter.

It happened so fast all I saw was a blur .The next second Scruffy was in the river, and his knife clattered as it hit the path. Dirty was enraged by Peter’s action. He went for Peter he faired no better than his friend. His knife flew into the bushes along with several of his teeth. Peter then pinned him to the ground with his arm up his back. Filthy tried to run. He didn’t get far he ran into a burly policeman. Then they were all around us there were about a dozen officers . I just stood there in a daze. " It’s alright love, "said a policewoman" we’ll take it from here." We were led off the river bank , shortly followed by all three thugs in handcuffs . The couple who we met came up to us and she said " It’ alright dear we saw it all, we’ll act as witnesses."

Of course mum’s sixth sense had saved us. She and dad had been watching us when she had spotted the thugs. She had gone to a nearby police unit and they had responded to the situation. It was a surveillance unit.

They had captured it all on video!

The police wanted a statement from us. "It’s OK tomorrow will do ", they told us ". "No" I replied "we’ll come to the station now. We were taken there in a police car. Mum and dad followed us, as did the other couple. I thought what a night. At the station we were taken to an interview room. The policewoman who had spoken to me earlier was there as was another officer. Peter and I sat down beside each other. It shouldn’t take long it’s more of a formality. We’ve got it on tape. We think there’ll be more video evidence from the Bank across the river. We’ll check that out tomorrow. He started " What are your names ". I just broke down I couldn’t stop crying. It’s OK love you come with me . She took me out . " Alan " she shouted to a colleague " will you go to interview room 3 " . The large burly copper we saw earlier did as she asked. She took me to another room and sat me down. She slipped out of the door. " Bill" she asked another colleague " be a love and get us 2 teas will you ,one sugar each . That alright love," she said to me. I nodded. "It’s OK love I think your boyfriend’s statement should be enough. He’s a big lad isn’t he? My name is Helen by the way. What does he do is it jujitsu or what? " Yes " I nodded." "Wow" she said, " I’ve never seen anybody move so fast. Black belt is he? "No only brown" I replied. "He’ll have no bother getting it though will he" she said.

"Wish my boyfriend was like yours." She went on, " we both do Judo, we’ve only just started. Thought I don’t think he’s too keen on it ". So the tea was brought in and we talked.

It seemed they had been after the three thugs for a while. They were suspected being involved in a number of crimes in York. When mum had spotted them about to attack us the police jumped into action. When they saw it was the three thugs they realised Christmas had come early for them .

Mum and dad arrived at the station along with the couple we had met They went off to make a statement. We waited for Peter to complete his statement. In the back of mind I thought what would happen if they found out that Peter was my son and lover. They’ll lock us both up, throw away the keys, and we’ll never see each other again. I found this a more disturbing prospect than the incident that had just occurred. Whilst this was running through my mind Peter appeared.

We all quickly left the station. "How are you mm Louise " Peter asked. " "And you "I’m fine" he said. "It’s nice to know it really works I mean, all those years of practice. I thought it was a touch and go situation though. Never expected them to use knives!" Before we knew it we arrived home. It was only a short walk. "Would anybody like tea, asked " mum asked. " No I’m off to bed I said .I’m tired" I replied.

Peter followed me up shortly after a while, He came into the bathroom while I was showering. I felt unclean and had to wash it all out. I got into bed with just my nightie on. Peter joined me . I just wanted to cuddle him and feel safe. I always felt secure in his presence, more so now than I had ever done . We just cuddled until we both fell asleep. I felt his raging hard-on pressing into my belly, but he made no attempt to make love that night. I think he understood how I felt . I awoke in the middle of the night and went to the bathroom. I got back into bed .I then cuddled up to him again. He was fully erect again .I just stroked his hair gently. "I’m sorry love did I wake you ," I whispered . " No mum " He lied. Both of us now needed relief .I had to have him in me. I wanted to forget about the previous evening .He started to make love to me. He entered me quickly .I was ready for him .My vagina was sopping wet by now. I was moaning all the time: "I love you Peter. I don’t care what happens now ,as long as you’r e with me . I felt him shot his load against my cervix .I thought I could feel the head of his penis pressing into my womb .It was wonderful. We slept the rest of the night close together. After a quick session after we woke. We showered together and went down to breakfast .

It was Easter Monday. After breakfast. I went to our bathroom to check. I used the LH test. It’s just held under the stream as you wee. This was a colour change test it turned blue if LH was present thus indicating ovulation was near or had occurred . There was no change .I still hadn’t ovulated. I preferred this test to the saliva test, which relied on the ferning pattern as the saliva dried in the dish. The LH test I thought a more reliable indicator of ovulation. I now intended to test myself morning and night for the next 2 days .I had enough kits with me.

It was a lazy day we went for a stroll in the morning around town there is always enough to do in York. Arrived back had lunch then we just lazed. I think we were all still recovering from the previous evening. Although all had gone well, we realised the night could have ended quite differently. Still the police hadn’t found out I was Peter’s mother. Not that it would have mattered anyway. There was no way any of us would tell them I was also his lover. They hadn’t even asked him his age.

Around 2:30 p.m. there was a knock at the door .It was Helen the policewoman from last night. Mum led her in. It’s OK, no problems. "Just to let you know .We found further evidence of their crimes when we visited their home can’t say anymore it will come out at the trial." she said It turned out that what they had found were three guns related to armed robberies and one murder in Yorkshire . This all came out at the trial 3 months later. This resulted in Scruffy and his accomplices being sent to prison for 9 years each.

Helen then took her leave. I was glad she had come for it put my mind at rest. She didn’t show any sign that she suspected any thing about Peter and me. In fact when she was leaving she said, "has he got a brother ".

I phoned Jenny before tea to give her a progress report. Although we hadn’t done much all day we were all tired. So after tea we all watched a film then went to bed. It was only ten thirty when we did this.

We had a kinky shower together then went to bed naked. It was the first time I had slept in the nude with my son. We soon were making love. This time I sat on him. When he came I still wanted him in me. So we spooned again. We just cuddled like this until sleep took us. During the night I had to go. I rushed into the bathroom. I then realised I hadn’t lost as much of his semen as I usually did. I It felt as though a lot of his seed had actually flooded my uterus. I felt all tingly inside. I wondered whether I’d actually ovulated while I slept. I did the test. Bang there it was bright blue lines. My pituitary gland was producing lutenising hormone (LH). I had either ovulated or was about to. I rushed back to bed. Before I got back

In I put on a new pair of stockings and sprayed myself with some perfume. Peter really liked chanel no 5 .I was going to drive him wild. He immediately woke when I cuddled next to him. "God mum I love it when you wear that" said Peter. I just said a few words "I’m ovulating my love, will you make love to me and give me a baby." This was all he needed. I lay under him and guided him in. He thrust into me firmly yet gently. I raised my legs as high as they would go. I wanted him as deep in me as he could go. I didn’t want to lose any of his life giving seed. I wanted the acrosme of his sperm to penetrate the zona pellucida of my ovum. This was the longest love session we so far had. It went on for more than 2 hours. After we had both come for the first time, he stayed in me until he was ready again. Four more times that night we made love .Yes it was love, not just sex. It was love also for the purpose of creating a new life. Both of us knew it. By the time we awoke in the morning we were both tired but satisfied.

It was only Tuesday. I felt I was beginning to recover from the previous week’s ordeal. Also all of us felt a lot better when we were told that Scruffy and his friends had been denied bail and were now on remand at Wakefield prison.

Mum and dad decided to leave us on our own for the day. Mum said " we’ve got to go to see Bill over in Selby. Bill was one of dad’s friends from work. He was reputed to have an extensive model rail set up in a shed in his garden. Dad has regularly visited him ever since moving to York. I think the real reason for leaving us was for us to carry on the family line. "There’s plenty in the fridge dears", mum said.

So there we were alone at 9:15 in the morning, all on our own. We went upstairs for a shower, because we hadn’t had time before. Then we went back to bed to make love again. We made love all morning and afternoon. During one of our interludes I felt a tingling sensation in my tummy. I felt where I knew my womb to be. I wondered has Peter’s sperm just fertilised my egg? We only got up for a short break about 1 p.m. . We finally fell asleep about 3 in the afternoon. We awoke to mum and dad arriving back about 5 p.m. . We had a quick shower together, got dressed and went downstairs.

Mum and dad had a good day out. We had a good one in. We all decided to eat out. It was a good evening we were all a bit more relaxed. When we left the restaurant we all decided to go for a stroll on the riverbank .Now I wasn’t afraid of being mugged. It was an early night after a quick shower. When we got to bed it was only 9:30 so it was a long slow cuddle before more slow lovemaking. We were both a bit tired from previous exertions so we only made love another twice that night. I seemed to be making up for years of abstinence.

Wednesday just seemed to fly by. We all had a quick look around the rail museum. "It’s still the fastest steam engine in the world you know, mm Louise " Peter, was referring to the "Mallard", which is based at York. This was true it had reached a speed of 129 miles per hour, on the East Coast main line in the thirties.

We then left for home. Had another early night, we were both tired; can’t think why? So after we went to bed for yet more lovemaking. We woke up together on Thursday morning. I immediately snuggled up to Peter. He was hard as usually. He slid into me so slowly and gently. I just couldn’t get enough of my boy. It was sheer bliss. He was sexing me in the missionary position. I had my legs around his torso. All the time I was squeezing his bottom and pulling him into me. In this position my clitoris was being stimulated to maximum effect. I felt his cock head against my cervix. Then whoosh I felt him come as I also reached my climax. We again showered together. I found this such a sensual experience. Again my young stud took me in the shower .I just clung to him as he filled me again. We just couldn’t get enough of each other. " Oh baby" I cried "don’t ever stop, I love you so much " "I love you too mum", came his reply. I wondered what mum and dad thought of it all for we were non-too quite.

It was quite a warm spring day outside. I decided to wear a clinging dress with slip. Underneath I wore matching bra and panties. I also wore a pair a pair of self support stockings. So after a light breakfast we went for a stroll around town. I really wanted to make love out of doors. The thrill of Peter having me in the open gave me such a thrill. We decide to go through a secluded park. We were able to amble into the woods. We had brought a light cover with us. Peter laid it on the ground and I lay down on top of it. Peter joined me. We kissed and cuddled. I started to unbutton his trousers. He reached under my dress and pulled my panties down. With his trousers around his ankles and my panties around mine he entered me. I just wanted him to fill me again and again. He soon came .I just lay underneath him with my arms around his back. We thought we heard noises in the wood, so we quickly cleaned up. Although I was dripping Peter’s come and my panties were soaking I was incredibly turned on by the whole experience.

Whilst we were sitting by the side of the river holding hands, I wondered where my ovum was now. I imagine how it had developed after fertilisation first into a zygote. Fertilisation usually occurs in the fallopian tubes. As the zygote develops and increases in size to become a blastocyst. The blastocyst usually remains in the uterine cavity from 2 to 4 days before it is implanted into the wall of the uterus. It usually then lies against the uterine wall for another 3 to 5 days before blood vessels grow to supply it with nutrients and to carry away waste products. During this short time the endometrium of the uterine wall supplies the blastocyst with nutrients pondering this I sensed more tingling sensations in my tummy. Maybe it was just wishful thinking on my part but right there I was convinced I had conceived. We then slowly strolled back home.

We had planned to go home on Saturday .I phoned Jenny to make arrangements for her to pick us up. We talked for quite a long time. She told me all about herself and her son Michael and how he had become her lover. It turned out he had been having sexual fantasies about he since he was 12. For obvious reasons they had to keep their true relationship secret. "I’ll give you a call before we set off," I said. I’ll speak to you tomorrow in any case ". So we said our farewells. I had to have a shower and get changed. Again we all went out to eat again at night. All of us then went for a late stroll along the riverbank. Then we went back home. It now seemed a normal activity for both Peter and me to constantly cuddle and touch each other. He came up to me in the bedroom and placed his arms around me and rubbed my belly. "That’s nice", I whimpered " will you still be doing this when my belly swells, lover boy?" "I’ll be doing this until you’re ninety mum", came his reply. We slowly undressed and made love yet again. From now on I realised he would want me, and want me often. I didn’t ever want to refuse him.

We made love yet again this time I got on top of my son and rode him till he climaxed in me. We then rolled onto our sides and clung to each other. I had never been so sexually fulfilled .It was like a dream come true. It was one more night of passion. I awoke on Friday morning to Peter rubbing my clitty and sucking my nipples. I was in heaven again. This time we made love with him on top in the missionary position. I soon felt him coming inside me .It was wonderful. After a quick shower we got dressed.

We had one more full day in York before we went home. I went out with mum and dad around York in the morning Peter had to finish off his homework. Something had caused him to become distracted whilst we had been here .I yet to figure out what it was. While in town I bought our weekly lottery tickets. I had done the lottery with mum and dad for a number of years now. The most we had ever won was ?59 for getting 4 numbers. It only cost us ?5 per week. We did the Euro lotto on Friday and The Lotto on Saturday. We got back early in the afternoon. We spent the rest of the day doing a little bit of gardening, and relaxing. Mum checked the Euro numbers late on before we went to bed. "I’ve phoned them up Louise," she said. I wondered what she meant. " "What’s that?" mum I said. "We’ve got all the numbers on the Euro", came her reply.

I looked at the ticket and then at ceefax, which she had on the TV. Sure enough she was right. I had to sit down. " There sending someone round about eleven in the morning", she said. I had to sit down. We were all astounded. It was late when we all got to bed. We didn’t sleep very well that night. It was slow and sensual lovemaking instead for most of the night. About 4 in the morning we did get off to sleep. We got up around 9:45. We quickly had a shower then got dressed. I just put on a blouse and skirt. I was still in a daze .We known we had won the lottery but we didn’t know how much. I didn’t eat much breakfast. Shortly before eleven there was a knock at the door. Dad let them in. There was a middle-aged man and a younger woman. They sat down. "Well Mrs Harrison show us the ticket please". Mum handed him the ticket. He checked it. Then he checked his laptop, which he had. He handed back the ticket. "ALL’S FINE ", he said. "Would you just fill in the winning slip on the back Mrs Harrison." I said, "It’s Miss Harrison". I filled in the slip and handed it back. He then said quite calmly "It’s going to be ?17Million." We sat there in stunned silence. "Here’s how it’s done." He then proceeded how the amount would be transferred to us. It took another hour to finalise all the details. We had won an amazing amount of money. We were going to be late back home.

All this delayed our departure by about 2 hours. We would be arriving in Preston in the evening. I had to phone Jenny and let her know. I didn’t give her the full details I just said we’d had a bit of a win on the previous evening’s lottery. I was going to surprise her when I saw her. She was one of the few people who I felt I could truly trust. I finished my conversation with Jenny by saying: "I’ll phone you when we reach Blackburn".

It was early afternoon when we left York .The financial arrangements had been made with mum and dad. The money was to be divided equally between us. That meant we would each get ?8.5 million each. I need never work again if I felt so inclined. I am not so mean so I would see my friends financially secure, as well. I sat next to Peter on the way back home. The train was pretty full. I reflected on what a pretty surreal week it had been. My parents and best friend had conspired to act as matchmaker. I had a new boyfriend and lover, who also happened to be my son. We had been involved in an incident in which I thought I was going to be killed, or at least brutally raped. We had won a substantial amount of money. And finally Peter and me had been bonking like bunnies,and there was a strong possibility I was going to have his baby . I just lay my head on my son’s shoulder and fell asleep a happy and contented woman.

I phoned Jenny, "We’re in Blackburn", I said, "see you soon". Jenny greeted us on the platform at Preston. Michael was with her. When she was driving us home she asked: " so how much did you win then?" " Wow "was her response when I told her.

So we arrived home .I had a lot to talk about with Jenny.

I eventually gave Jenny ?1.5million .She was reluctant to take it. "I know you’d do the same for me Jenny. Please take it in the spirit in which it’s offered.

Peter took his GCSE s in June and gained four A grades, three Bs and one C .

I of course was late for my next period. We had after all been rutting like jackrabbits whilst on holiday, without any contraception. So when I tested myself and it was positive I was hardly surprised. We moved to be near my parents in York three months later. I was just about starting to show when we moved. Peter’s education continued in York and he later took his A levels. Jenny and Michael moved out to York later in the same year. Jenny and I both worked as part time midwives when we first moved. Indeed Jenny helped deliver Peter’s and my baby the following January, a healthy,8 POUND 4 OUNCE, baby boy called Callum. By that time Jenny was four months pregnant with Michael’s child.

Dad set up a rail pressure group. It’s really to co-ordinate other groups, and doesn’t act in competition with them. It’s beginning to have a degree of success. Pro rail sympathisers within the ministry of transport have unearthed some very interesting facts about the things that happened shortly before the Beeching report was published. As I write this 3 years after Peter and I got together, lines are starting to reopen. The old Waverley route from Edinburgh to Carlisle has now reopened as far as Galashiel. There are now plans afoot to reopen it the rest of the way to Carlisle. Work has also started relaying the line from Skipton to Colne. There has also been a movement of goods from road to rail. So I suppose you can say dad is now getting his own back on those petty minded, distant, little accountants who did so much damage to the rail network all those years ago.

As for me I help dad out in the office at least one day a week. But with 2 children and another one on the way it’s not easy. I can hardly believe it the way things have worked out. Twelve months after giving birth to Callum I had little Aimie .She weighed in at 7 pounds 5 ounces. I am now 4 months pregnant again with Peter’s third child. At this rate He’s going to give me a football team before I’m too old to have more babies. We still can’t get enough of each other, but we just usually make love twice a night now. Even when I’m pregnant there’s nothing more sensual than have him put his arms around me and stroke my growing belly. This almost always leads to a love session.

As for Jenny, she and Michael are living together as husband and wife with their daughter Julie. She is also pregnant as I write this. Yes she’s only 5 months pregnant, but she’s huge, pregnant with twins. We still go to the pool at least once a week. The boys find it a real turn on to show us and our swelling bellies off in public. I’ll have to go shortly and pick the children up from mums. I just came home after helping dad out to finish this report off.

I think I can here Peter coming .If we’re fast we can just have a quickie before I go. So now I can answer my initial question .I know full well what I am going to do with Peter. I’m going to make love with him as often as I can, and have lots of babies to him. Bye for now from me: Louise.