Caught lover shagging Mum!
Mum Nancy slept with her daughter's partner
Tuesday 9th December 2008
All teenagers are embarrassed by their mums, aren't they? But my mum, Nancy Davies, 55, had always given me more reason than most to want the ground to swallow me up. Mum, or Fancy Nancy, as she was known locally, liked her drinks strong, and her men the same. I'd been 5 when Mum had split from my dad, Jimmy Davies, 55, and got together with Colin Petrie. I'd been 16 when they split up.
There were five of us in total. Me, Gordon, now 32, Debbie, 29, Matthew, 24, and Steven, 22. I lost count of the times I was left babysitting while Mum sat drinking cider on the settee with her mates. And every weekend, she was off in a cloud of cheap perfume to the local nightclub, The Baraccuda. Well, until she got barred for stealing drinks.
'I've been going to the club in disguise to beat the ban,' she laughed.
Why couldn't she be more like other mums?
But time's a great healer, and now I was a mum myself, I understood why she'd wanted to let off steam. She'd been a single mum of five, and there's nothing like sleepless nights and being covered in baby puke to help you understand what your own mum went through.
OK, she was a bit brassy, but underneath all that, she had a heart of gold and was great company. Like now, at the Mecca bingo hall in Dundee. She was juggling a vodka and Coke and a dobber, but she was easily the fastest in the room.
'Come on, love,' she said, without looking up. 'Don't want to take your eye off the ball.'
'How could I,' I joked, 'when I'm playing with you?'
And sometimes, Mum could be so supportive. Like when I'd met Allan McFie, then 21, back in 1992. I'd been working as a receptionist, and Allan had come to clean the office windows. Soon afterwards, we'd bumped into each other in a club and we'd become a couple.
'He's a nice lad,' Mum had said.
He'd been my first love, and Mum's approval had meant a lot to me. With her blessing, Allan and I moved in together six months on. I'd been with him for 16 years now, and had two boys, Keegan, 10, and Cameron, 9.
On the bus home from bingo, I told Mum about the 10-day holiday to Benidorm I'd booked for me, Allan and the kids for the next month.
'Sounds lovely,' she sighed.
Suddenly, I felt bad. Poor Mum. She lived with my brother, Steven, and didn't get out much any more.
'Tell you what,' I smiled. 'Come back to mine. We're getting a curry in.'
'That'd be nice, love,' she smiled.
After the kids had gone off to bed, Allan, Mum and I had a few more vodkas and watched telly together. By 11pm, my eyes were drooping.
'I've had it,' I yawned, hauling myself off the settee.'I'm turning in.'
'All right, darling,' said Allan. 'I'll be up in a bit.'
I handed Mum £20 for a taxi.
'Cheers, love,' she smiled.
I was soon fast asleep, dreaming of our trip to Benidorm. But hours later, I was jolted awake by a noise. What on earth? Glancing at the clock, I saw it was 5am. Then I heard it again.
A woman's voice. A soft moan. Mum? Had she had too many drinks and fallen over? Allan wasn't in bed. Had he already heard and gone to help her? Leaping out of bed, I fumbled my way down the dark corridor. The moans grew more frantic.
'Mum,' I spluttered. 'I'm coming.'
I threw open the living room door…
It took a while for my stunned brain to register what I was seeing. Flesh. Acres of pink flesh on display. It was like a game of naked Twister. Allan's bottom. Mum's naked breasts… and, oh God no. Mum was naked from the waist down, too. She was sitting on the floor, with her back against the settee. Her white bra was hooked up round her neck. Allan was on his knees in front of her, holding up her legs. Mum wasn't moaning in pain, but ecstasy. No. No. No. Sick. Revolting. Sordid. And worst of all, they hadn't even noticed me, so they kept going. Allan was all over Mum like a bad rash, as he pawed at her naked thighs. Mum's eyes were closed as she kept on groaning.
Before I knew it, I was flying at Allan, grabbing him by his shoulder.
'What the hell are you doing?' I shrieked.
Mum's eyes snapped open.
'Oh no!' she cried.
Allan didn't speak, he just scrambled to get up. My heart was pounding like a hammer and suddenly, I had to get the hell out of there. Out in the hallway, I started to shake.
Should I scream at them to get out? Make a scene? No. I didn't want to wake the boys up.
So I composed myself and walked back in. At least they were both fully dressed now.
Allan was sitting on the settee, and Mum was frantically searching around the room. I didn't dare wonder what she was looking for. Had they flung her knickers behind the settee?
'How many times has this happened?' I demanded.
'About seven,' Allan admitted, his eyes glazed from drink.
He'd had sex with my mother seven times? I felt like I'd been punched in the stomach.
'Not that many,' Mum protested.
It was too much to take. I didn't know whose betrayal was worse. My partner of 16 years, my common-law husband and the father of my children? Or my mum, who was supposed to love and protect me no matter what? And to think they'd done it while I was in the flat, and the boys were sleeping in the next room.
'Just go,' I told Mum.
She raced out the front door without looking back.
'How could you?' I spat at Allan.
Sure, he and I hadn't exactly been at it like rabbits lately. But he was hardly sex-starved, we'd made love just a week before. Wasn't I enough for him? Had I pushed him into this?
He just looked at me blankly.
'You'd better leave,' I told him.
'I'm not going anywhere,' he argued.
That's what he thought.
Calmly, I picked up the phone and called 999.
'I've just found my partner having sex with my mother on the living room floor,' I told the operator. 'He won't leave the flat.'
OK, hardly an emergency, but I had to get him out.
The police were there within five minutes, and they convinced Allan to go to his dad's nearby.
As soon as I closed the front door, Keegan and Cameron were out of bed. By now, it was 5.30am.
'Did Dad have sex with Granny?' Keegan asked.
Heartbreaking. They were so young, but they'd heard what had happened and they understood it was wrong.
'Yes,' I spluttered.
When I got them back to bed, I called Steven. Mum wasn't home yet, so I told him all about it.
'What?' he gasped. 'I'm on my way.'
I shakily smoked cigarette after cigarette until he turned up 20 minutes later, with our
brother, Gordon.
'That's where I found them,' I sobbed, pointing to the floor. 'It was horrible.'
'I can't believe they've done this,' Gordon gasped.
Just then, Steven's phone rang.
Mum.
'What have you done?' he said. 'Did Allan take advantage of you?'
Anger surged, but I understood. Steven needed to believe Mum wouldn't betray me like this. Then he started to cry.
'She says he didn't take advantage,' he told me. 'She knew what she was doing.'
'Hand me the phone,' I ordered.
'Why did you do it?' I whispered.
'I was drunk,' Mum said.
Was that it? No apology?
'How many other times?' I gulped.
'We'd never had sex before, just…foreplay,' she said.
Images of all the intimate things they must have done in the past flashed before my eyes. The thought of his hands on her, her kissing him… it made my flesh creep. Disgusted, I hung up. I was filled with rage. There was no explanation, no excuse that could make this OK. The truth was, they'd got drunk and fancied a tumble. The two people I trusted most in the world had hurt me more than I'd thought possible.
Suddenly, my stomach lurched. I ran to the bathroom and threw up. I didn't sleep a wink all night, and the next morning, I only wanted one thing.Revenge. Going into the kitchen to make a cup of coffee, I picked up Allan's mobile off the top of the microwave, and dialled the first number in his address book.
'It's Paula,' I said. 'Allan slept with my mum last night.'
I told every single one of his friends. If I had to suffer, he did, too. Then I phoned Allan's 60-year-old dad, also called Allan.
'You know what he did, don't you?' I asked.
'No,' he said, gasping as I told him.
Then he put Allan on the phone.
'Why?' I pleaded.
'I don't know,' he sighed. 'I can't remember anything about last night.'
'Rubbish,' I spat. 'Last night you said it had happened seven times before.'
'I was drunk, saying stupid things,' he protested.
I didn't believe a word of it. Allan was the only man I'd ever loved. How could he do this to me? The next few days were awful. Every time I ate, I was sick. But I worried less about myself than about my boys. They weren't bouncing off the walls like normal.They were missing their dad. There was only one thing for it.
'I won't be angry if you want to see your dad,' I told them.
'We do, Mum,' Keegan whispered, and Cameron nodded.
So the next day, I phoned Allan's dad and arranged for Allan to meet the boys outside our local Aldi. I watched from a distance as they raced over to him.Tears prickled as they gave him a bear hug. Our happy family would never be the same again. The next evening, Steven phoned to ask if I was OK.
'Is Mum there?' I asked. 'Can I speak to her?'
I don't know what I expected her to say. A million apologies couldn't change what she'd done
'How could you do this to me?' I asked her.
'I was drunk,' she said. 'I can't take it back now.'
Not good enough.
'You disgust me,' I growled, slamming the phone down.
The worst thing was, the one person I needed comfort from the most right now was her.
It didn't help when Cameron came home from school miserable.
'Someone asked me if it was true that Dad humped Gran,' he said.
The Benidorm holiday couldn't come soon enough. Steven came with us instead of Allan. It was wonderful to relax by the pool, but every time I closed my eyes, I saw Mum and Allan naked, writhing, breaking my heart…It's stamped in my brain forever. I'll never take Allan back, I only see him because of the kids. As for Mum? I never want to speak to her again. I thought she'd left Fancy Nancy in the past. Seems I was wrong.
Allan says: 'The night it happened, I was so drunk, I don't remember any of it. I'm horrified. Paula told me I'd said I'd slept with Nancy seven times. I don't know why I said that, because nothing had ever happened between us before. I haven't seen Nancy since. I feel awful about what I've done to Paula and the boys. I still love Paula and I'd do anything to get her back.'
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