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My Loving Son

... is, all my friends tell me too, and now you, come on tell me what's bothering you," he insisted. "Your mum and dad are not too happy are they Mark?" "No, and your point is?" "She will be vulnerable on holiday, I, er, I er, I'm a little worried she might take you from me, that I might lose you?" "Cathy, what are you talking about?" but he knew. "I see you looking at her, you love her, it's as plain as the nose on your lovely handsome face." There, she'd said it. She knew him better now than he knew himself! Mark for once was dumb, he couldn't think of what to say. "Is it that obvious?" he asked her, not thinking that by saying that, he was admitting it. "Yes baby it is, but she's your mum, people might not understand if they knew." "Would they understand any better if they knew about us then?" he asked her. This put Cathy on the back foot, it was her turn to stop and think. "Cathy, listen to me please," he continued, "you will always have more than a special place in my heart, I would rather die than hurt you. But now you seemed to have read me like no one can, yes I do love my mother, more than I should, but I can't do anything about it, it is what it is." "Promise me you won't just leave me hanging Mark; I would hate that, we mean too much to each other don't we?" "Yes Aunty Cathy," he smiled to her, she playfully punched his arm and scowled at him for calling her Aunty Cathy, "we do and we always will. You, apart from mum are the most wonderful woman on earth." They ...

... kissed and settled down to sl**p in each others arms. Mark didn't know what to make of this revelation. The following day Mark and his mother set off, his dad took them to the railway station to begin their journey, and then it was just the two of them. Mark immediately set about letting his mother know who she was with, it wasn't her son, she didn't know yet, it was soon to be her lover. "Emma, we are going to have the best time, I promise you, and you are in for the greatest surprises ever!" He told her happily. "Who are you calling Emma?" she asked, but she didn't mind really. "You mum, from now on you are Emma to me, and just for the record, the travel documents state we are man and wife, so be careful what you say about us," he said. Emma looked at him, "what is the devious little sod planning?" she asked herself, but her stomach fluttered. They arrived at the port, boarded their ship, and were e****ted to their stateroom. Mark had ordered six dozen white roses, his mother's favourite flowers. When the attendant opened the cabin door and they stepped in Emma was utterly stunned. "This isn't the room you're.... you booked," she corrected herself, "darling," she added. "No," Mark said, but it's ours," he told her. Then she saw all the roses around, they were everywhere. Her heart flipped, she rushed around smelling them, she turned went to her son and hugged him. The attendant looked the other way; he was hanging on for his tip. Mark put his hand in his pocket and took out 200 ...