Foreword
Often as not, it is the mother's assignment to calm down her young, untamed son to prevent him from becoming much too involved with the "wrong kind" of people.
However, the mother our story concerns, is a sexually frustrated woman who has suffered enormous pain and suffering when her husband became a tragic alcoholic. When, he would no longer support her, and insisted on tormenting her, she told him to "get out", and he did. Now, alone, she supported her son. Soon, subconsciously, he was fulfilling a portion of the "role" a husband would. And this was where problems erupted when her son came of age.
She looked upon his dates with resentment, and anger. She cleverly utilized "fear" and "quality" as weapons to keep him away from girls his age. She told him of the shocking prevalence of venereal disease, and then told him how absurd a sexual connection with a "cheap, trashy" girl, as she described his girlfriend actually was. While much of what she said was undoubtedly true, it was all "slanted" and carefully used to strip him of his freedom. It was tragic indeed that he listened to hear ... for this pulled him into her sexual web, which she'd woven so carefully. A web from which it was well-nigh impossible for him to extricate himself. For, he was convinced that she was honest, and sincere with him. And the fact his mother still possessed a beautiful body proved his downfall. For, he soon fell madly in love with her, and didn't want any other woman. She had designed it this way, but once she had him right where she wanted him ... some of the thrill of con- quest was gone. Actually, sex with her son was but a perversity of her normal craving for a husband, or lover her age, and her son could never take this place.
Soon, the happiness she felt vanished, and only the compulsions, and off-beat sexual cravings remained, driving her on in a relentless search for satisfaction.
But it was an impossible situation, for her mind had become so warped after her long sexual frustration, that her son's sexual affair with her had achieved proportions of such vital importance to her well-being, it meant more than her own life ... she learned ... too late!
The Publisher