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Night Ferry
Written by HIGH STORRS

Mother and I had been on holiday in Ireland. We returned by the night ferry - the one from Dublin to Holyhead. It docks at one in the morning, and I just didn't fancy driving home at that time. So when we organised the holiday, we decided to book into a hotel in Holyhead for what remained of the night. Mum did this part of the arrangements, and wrote to a hotel to book for her and her son. At about 2 am, having got the car off the ferry, gone through customs, and found our way through the town, we duly presented ourselves at reception - to be greeted by a look of horror on the night clerk's face.

It seemed the hotel, on receiving mother's letter, had envisaged a mother and small son, and, since they were busy for the night in question, had booked us into a room with a double bed and nothing else. It was late, we were tired, and the hotel was full.

"Is there an arm-chair or settee in the room?" I asked, with a nonchalance I certainly did not feel. It seemed there was. "Don't worry, then. I'll manage in the arm-chair." Fate, it seemed, was throwing me an opportunity to fulfil an ambition I had long cherished - to make forbidden love to my own mother.

With more expressions of apology and regret, we were taken to the room, which was actually quite comfortable, with en suite facilities and a very comfortable looking bed. Mum used the bathroom, and then prepared herself for bed while I went for a quick wash and cleaned my teeth. I took my pyjamas in with me, and changed in the bathroom. When I returned, the room was lit by a single bedside lamp which cast a romantic light. Mum was in bed, but sitting up, sheets pulled up to her chin, watching. I made myself as comfortable as I could in the armchair. At last, she took pity on me, and turned back the sheets.

"You'll be more comfortable here," she told me, patting the bed beside her. "And no-one will ever know." I stood, stiffly, and went to the bed.
"That's better," she said, as I climbed in beside her. We settled down and she turned off the light. I waited, almost holding my breath. After only a few moments, I heard her breathing deeply and regularly. She was asleep! I lay unable to sleep for what seemed like hours. I tried putting out a hand, as though accidentally while asleep, to touch her. She was lying with her back to me, and I easily found her bottom. Nicely rounded, firm, but encased in cotton, it was so tantalising and so tempting - and so unavailable. Her breathing continued, regularly, in sleep......(cont)

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This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

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