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I just can't believe you're here.

Oh.

Wow.

You're home.

Well, not really home, but home.

What made you decide to come this year? I didn't think you were going to. You

haven't a real year.

You just moved out all those years ago.

I missed you.

Seeing you at Christmas is lovely.

You get to see the whole family all together in the same room.

Wow.

I know, I know, I know I see you throughout the year, but it's Christmas

and I'd love you to have my son home for Christmas.

You get to see your brothers and your sisters and your uncles and your aunts

cousins and grana granda.

All going to be here.

Sorry, we're unmannered.

Do you want a drink?

I got, um, wine, tea, coffee, Africa.

Coffee?

Right.

Not tea?

Yeah, I thought so.

Tea.

Sugar.

Oh boy.

Oh,

um.

So, hang on, let me put the kettle on.

Your family are supposedly planning

on turning up Christmas Eve, sort of late afternoon,

early evening, and then staying until the day after Boxing Day.

Is that how long you're going to stay for?

No.

You're welcome, Sir John Jerome.

Yeah, I know.

I did have my suspicions in May.

Um, yeah.

Um, yeah.

Well, to be honest,

after everything, you

know, with you and, yeah.

I didn't think you wanted to do it on your own this year, so... I mean, I

going to ring and see, but... I didn't think there was any point.

You should probably mind my own business, like you normally do.

Yeah.

Yeah, your dad bought it from me.

What's happening there with that kind of thing?

When you came alone, I take it you'd got him for Christmas then.

Told you I never liked her, honey.

And then what kind of mother does that?

Taking him away from their dad at Christmas.

It's not fair, but anyway, it's none of my business, right?

Yeah,

you know, divorces can be

messy.

I know you never strictly said you were having a divorce, but I kind of guess

that that's where it was headed.

This shit.

What's happening with the house anyway?

Well, I might not like her, but if you're gonna break up then,

you know, it's best really that the little ones have somewhere to stay and

they're not kicked out or stay in somewhere to eat.

But then again, I don't really want you staying in my city.

Where are you staying at the moment?

Oh yeah, I know that area.

It's not the best area.

You sure that, um, you can't afford somewhere a bit better than that?

On your way.

Come on.

Ah, yeah, well.

You've got to pay maintenance now and... What, you're paying full mortgage?

You should at least be paying half of that. Come on.

That's not fair.

Is it?

So you've got to pay the mortgage for that place and the rent for your new

and you're paying maintenance.

And then obviously you've got to pay to take him out and do things.

How often do you see him?

I'd take it a call.

That's really taking the piss.

Oh, you are?

Right.

Well.

If you need any help... I mean, you know I'm always on your side, and I want my

best for them, obviously, as well, and... Yeah, I know.

It's a shitty situation.

I'm just, um, trying to think.

Here.

Yeah.

Do you want to come sit down?

Are you cold?

Oh, you can sit in front of the fire, if you want.

So you didn't come here to, you know, talk about that for

Christmas and just try and take your mind off it while you're here.

Spend some nice quality time with your family and your mum.

You didn't see me very often.

You used to come around all the time when you first moved out.

And you met her, and started a family, and got less and less, and I got used to

it.

It's just so lovely having your home.

Your family home.

The home you're always welcome in.

Which is why I'd like to offer, you know, for you to stay here until you

things out.

No, really, I insist. I want you to.

Okay, well, the offer's there.

Definitely there.

And I know your dad will be fine with it. He doesn't care.

He wants you happy too.

Just like I do.

It's complicated, isn't it?

You feel fear?

Well.

Right, so.

Like I said, everyone's turning up Christmas Eve late and staying until the

after Boxing Day if, you know, you know, I think there's a couple that might be

leaving late Boxing Day night, but might leave in the day after.

Well, you know, I've got enough rooms, bare rooms, it's fine.

There'll be more than enough room for everyone to sleep.

I've got me, your dad in the bed, and then you in your old room, and, um, one,

two, three, four, five.

There might be a few that might have to share, yeah.

I got everything in for Christmas Day.

One thing I didn't do, I didn't get you anything.

Because I didn't know you were coming, so I sent you a card in the post, but I

sent it to your other house.

I don't know whether she'll give that to you or not. Anyway, like I said, let's

not talk about that.

What do you want to talk about?

It's about something different, work.

How are you getting on?

You don't want to talk about that either? Right, I understand.

God knows what we're going to do for the next two days until everyone shows up.

Watch some Christmas films together?

I know you're fully grown in that, but Muppets Christmas Carol, hmm?

Hmm?

No?

What has she done to you?

Sorry.

Sorry, honey.

You still love that film?

You don't like it no more?

Hmm.

What have you got?

Um, what else?

Yeah? You just like that one too?

Did you like that one?

Fine. I didn't want you to get me anything.

Don't worry about it. I didn't give you anything either, like I said.

Just your hair.

Well

I

feel better now I'm changed anyway and not in my jammies.

What?

Well, you haven't been here for Christmas in a lot of years. I mean,

there. You don't know how much stuff I've got out.

It's not over the top.

Cool.

Smell it all.

Everyone loves it.

Yes, it costs thousands, all right?

Do you want to take a film on it?

Why not?

Actually, go and unpack and then we'll see, yeah?

Yeah?

Okay.

I love you.

A lot.

You enjoy that film?

You don't look it.

Drink up.

Come on, it's Christmas. Have a drink.

I'm on my second.

You've barely finished that one.

You look sad.

Don't be.

Okay?

Don't be sad.

Hmm?

You didn't know anything about wearing lipstick.

Are you looking forward to Christmas Day?

As well as you can be?

Yes.

Do you want to watch another film?

Oh.

Okay.

Yeah, I understand.

I suppose you've got to ring and check everything's okay.

I'd advise against it, though.

Well, you don't want to feel like she's in charge all the time. Just wait till I

ring you.

That's advice from a woman.

Your mother.

Leave it till Christmas Eve.

Beam ring.

Okay? Come on then. Yay.

I feel money.

Come on.

You're fine, I'm fine. Go to bed.

How did he not remember?

There's no way... No way... He can't fucking remember.

No.

It could have traumatized him.

Or could it?

No. No, no, no.

It's kind of cute.

Kind of traumatized him.

Because it was just a kiss.

Just a kiss.

A little one.

And then, yeah, a bit more maybe.

Not just a kiss.

Not just a fucking kiss.

It was a bit more than six.

Was it more than six?

Hmm.

Yeah.

Well.

I guess.

He.

Just doesn't remember.

Too drunk. Right.

Too drunk.

I am right now.

But not

that drunk.

Surely. Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on.

You think about this every Christmas and it doesn't solve anything.

It just makes things worse.

It doesn't fix anything, it just makes things worse.

That's right.

What happened happened and it's a big fucking

secret.

Big mess.

I just come out and ask him if he remembers.

Can't do that.

Looks like I see him all through the year, but... But, but, but, and the big

but. Come in.

I don't think about it then, I think about it now.

But he's never here at Christmas. You know, he is.

While I'm thinking about it.

Because it happened at Christmas time.

Oh, bloody hell.

The best thing I can do this Christmas...

Is get completely fucking wasted. And not think about it. But the more I get

drunk. The more I think about it.

Never mention it to him.

What happened didn't it? What happened?

With my son.

Me and him.

Incest. Incest is bad.

Incest is bad. I can't just bring it up with him, right?

I should.

I should. I should bring it up with him.

I'm going to bring it up with him.

I'm going to bring it up with him.

I'm going to bring it up with him tomorrow.

Yeah,

I just chucked this back on.

I like it.

I've never worn the same jumper two days in a row.

Gotta do a hangover if I'm honest.

Oh, Christ.

Yes.

Yeah.

Might still be slightly tipsy from last night actually, because after you went

to bed I stayed up for a few hours and drunk my body weight in wine.

Right, honey, wine.

My house.

Right, um... So...

I know you're fragile at the moment.

I know that this probably is the worst time in the world to be telling you

something as big.

No, I'm not pregnant.

No, I'm not.

I hope I'm not.

You know.

Do you know what?

It doesn't matter.

Really.

It's big.

Oh, it's big.

Cute.

And you're my baby.

You're my boy. You're my son.

God, I'm so tipsy right now.

I've got something to tell you, okay?

Don't freak out.

Promise you're not going to freak out.

And you're not going to hate me.

Because it's just as much your fault as it is mine, okay?

But I've got to say something because it's been eating me up for fucking

God.

A few years ago, I think it was, the year you moved out, the

last time you spent Christmas here.

Sorry, hmm?

Hmm?

Oh, tell me.

Right.

So you knew, hmm?

You knew.

You knew.

All these years you've known.

You knew I wasn't as drunk as you.

So for all these years, you've known that I've known.

Huh?

I've been thinking you didn't know and only I knew.

So I knew something you didn't know.

But all these years, you knew that I knew, definitely, but that I knew you

or didn't know.

So you thought you knew, wait,

you knew that I knew and thought that you knew and just wasn't saying

huh?

Okay, it's not funny. I know, all right. It's not funny. It's not funny.

It's not funny. It's not funny what happened.

Okay, no.

But that's funny, right?

A little bit funny.

Not funny.

It's not funny.

All right.

Do you want to talk about it now?

Do you want to talk about what happened?

Yes. Let's bury it.

Bastard.

Bury that. Secret.

Not secret anymore.

Not secret anyway.

So, all these years... Okay, I want to talk about it.

Sorry, I have to. All these years... No, no. All these years... Yeah?

I've been driving myself insane every Christmas time thinking about

it. What we did, what we did together.

That awful disgusting thing we did together.

And I didn't need to.

Ripping myself apart every year.

Getting pissed.

Almost telling your dad.

I was telling everyone.

I was so ashamed and embarrassed, but also scared, I don't know, what it

I was thinking about it a lot.

Have you?

Did you think about it?

Of course you have, I am.

Wow, what did we do that for, huh?

Like a silly thing.

You could have been anyone. I could have been anyone.

Just really drunk.

The argument with your dad, do you remember?

Do you remember that?

Yeah?

You remember that. That massive row we had and... Big

argument. And then... You know, just one thing led to another, right?

Sorry, I need to sober up.

It's really early and I need to sober up.

We're still friends, yeah? Still friends, best friends. I love you.

My son, I love you.

Oh, are you joking?

No, I didn't see.

Well, when's it forecast?

What can't come now?

Right.

Sorry, sorry. Just had a bit to drink last night and not feeling my best.

You can't make it?

How bad is it meant to get?

Surely... Surely not that bad.

Right.

Yeah.

No worries.

Alright, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

No, I'll give him a ring.

I'll ring everyone and just see what's going on.

Okay.

Bye -bye.

Hi, yeah, um... I was wondering if you were still coming for Christmas.

Yeah, I don't think it's meant to get that bad. Surely, I mean, no snow's

yet. Oh, the roads are closed.

What, the whole way here?

Of course they are.

No worries, don't worry about it. It's fine. Next year, next year, there's

always next year.

No, you can't come, no. Alright, no, don't worry about it. Seriously, don't

worry about it. Is there no way you can come today?

Mmm, yeah, fine.

I was really looking forward to seeing you as well.

Oh.

Have you seen what they've been saying about the weather?

I have.

I take it you're not coming then.

There's a couple of your family members that aren't going to be able to, um,

make it.

Oh, it doesn't matter why.

It's a couple.

You okay?

Sure.

Hey, get your bags packed.

It's because of yesterday, isn't it?

It's Christmas Eve, you can't travel home.

Please don't go.

Honey, please.

Get on my knees and beg you if I have to.

No pun intended.

Have you, um, have you not played this morning?

No.

Well, I don't think you'll be going anywhere anyway.

Well, a lot of snow came down last night and both of the roads are closed.

You'd never even be able to get the car off the drive.

Seriously.

It's really bad.

Have a look if you don't believe me.

I don't know if you can see.

That's why your family can't come.

Oh, I know, I know. I said a couple, but no one's coming.

It's gonna just be me and you.

Just me and you for Christmas.

Your dad?

Oh, um, yeah, I spoke to him last night.

He can't come home either.

But he was meant to be coming back tonight.

In time for tomorrow.

The road's a pooper.

I know it wasn't forecast, it's like a freak storm thing.

No storm.

We might have to take bags back.

So, it's gonna be snowed in for Christmas.

Well, on the right side it'll make cooking Christmas dinner a lot easier.

Why not?

Cute, aren't they?

Forgot to put them on.

Let's not fall out over it.

You don't need to fall out.

We can still have a good time together.

I know you don't got a choice.

Yeah?

You never need to talk about it again.

Okay?

It's been Christmas Eve all day, and I've barely seen you.

I thought we could get past it.

It's not like you haven't known for all these years.

I don't get it.

Why, just because I brought it up, you now hate me all of a sudden?

All right, maybe you don't hate me then. All right, but... You're certainly

making it seem that way.

Just say it.

What?

Yeah, I'll see you in the morning.

Be well.

Merry Christmas.

Everyone should be here.

Didn't even bother putting anything under the tree.

Really? Are you

sure?

Why is that?

For me?

Your mom?

This must have cost an absolute fortune.

So you did get me something then.

And I didn't get you anything.

Wow.

It's beautiful.

I'm going to go and put it on.

Wow. And...

How

did you even afford this?

You do love your mum, huh?

Your dad's never bought me anything this expensive, ever.

I know I don't know how much it cost but Dior

They're not cheap Not at all

How much?

Holy shit Wow

Now I feel like shit because I didn't get you anything at all.

Did I?

Merry Christmas.

I've got to put dinner on. I'm not cooking dinner wearing this, so I need

back into my comfy Christmas jammies that I've worn since yesterday morning.

know that's awful.

What the hell is that supposed to mean?

You don't regret it?

Honey, shh, shh, shh, don't, don't, don't do this.

Don't.

That's hardly fair, is it?

For a long time, over it.

Thinking about it.

You can't say that to me.

You make it even more complicated in my head.

Don't.

Not on Christmas Day.

Please, not on Christmas.

Me too, alright?

Mummy feels it too.

After what we did, and ever since, every day ever since,

I wondered if I was sick in the head or still

thinking about it.

Still wishing that we could...

Wishing that we could do it again, alright?

I've said it, okay?

You're my son!

And I'm your mother!

I'm gonna take this off, okay?

I'm gonna start prepping dinner.

I'm making sure everything looks nice.

Nice. Oh god.

No, I don't want another one.

Cheers.

That's dinner in the oven finally.

Gotta tidy all this mess.

drinking Christmas Day.

It's like a tradition.

God, I don't drink every day. You're never here. How do you know?

Right, I'll have a glass with my dinner.

Let's not spoil Christmas.

and put it safe back in its box.

Thank you again.

You're beautiful.

Beautiful person.

I do feel really guilty that I didn't get you anything.

Really guilty.

Just me being mad that I didn't think you were going to come.

Again.

You know, I know you had your own family.

You all have your own family.

Kind of.

You could have brought her.

I just never come.

I never would have made it awkward, you know that.

What happened happened?

You know what we did?

I need to know just one thing.

One thing.

I know you said you don't regret it.

But... Did that have

anything to do with you and your wife?

No. Okay.

Because I don't think I could ever deal with that. If it was because of that

that broke your family up.

No drunken mistakes would have caused you a family.

I remember some of what we did.

I can't talk about it. I feel guilty as hell.

So does it mean, um, that you, you know,

you have feelings for me or, because not everyone

can get turned on over the thought of their own mother, right?

Do you feel like it's for what we did?

Always.

Dino community boys have some sort of fantasy about their mum. They all do.

They grow out of it.

Look at me. What's that supposed to mean?

I'm still your mother.

I was your mum that night.

You were my son that night.

Nah, your dad hasn't paid any attention to me for years.

And properly, anyway.

He's part of the reason why what happened, happened.

Come on.

It's not like I knew straight away, like, didn't plan it.

Did you?

No, see?

You know, the argument, like I said, and then...

An argument that led to what we did.

I think I didn't even realise straight away that it was you and then I did and

then I just took a stop.

But you kissed me.

And then I locked the bathroom door.

I remember that.

You pushed me to my knees.

Fuck.

And then...

Do we have to talk about it right now?

Helping with what?

Exactly. Fine.

But you can't remember all the details, no. You don't need to know.

The ball?

It was in my mouth.

And then... I pulled my dress up.

Pulled my panties to the side.

And you, um... Because I was so drunk, we just struggled to...

You know.

But then we did and it was over within about 10 seconds.

Get that.

Your dad told me I could open my present because he doesn't know when he's going

to be home.

Look what you got me.

Your dad.

Nothing pretty or nothing.

Not like what you bought me anyway.

Sorry, I'm just a bit drunk again.

You like it, right?

Your dad.

You're supposed to love me.

Who I've been with for how many years?

Bought me a cheap piece of fucking shitty from

a supermarket.

It's nice, but it's not a pleasant, you know, not for your wife

and mother and your child.

but you got me with a present.

You didn't eat much of your dinner.

It took me hours to cook.

Where is everyone, huh?

I want them here to take my mind off this.

I want them here, so that I don't have to think about this.

I can't even kick you out!

You're just there!

You can't go anywhere!

Sorry.

We could be stuck in this house together for f***ing days.

You can't push your foot about.

You need to face it.

And then forget it.

It's ruined my life.

All these confusing feelings that I've had and that I've got.

I'm a fucking fan.

Do you realise how insane that is?

I need to go to bed.

I don't care what the time is.

I need to go to bed and sleep.

Yeah, I don't care that it's Christmas Day.

And that's another thing.

You can take this, take it, and stick it where the sun don't fucking shine.

She'll be having fun downstairs right now.

Christmas Day ruined.

You didn't get many.

I just want to go to sleep.

I know what the time is. I don't care. I just want to go to sleep.

You couldn't be in my room anyway.

I'm drunk.

I'm pissed off.

I'm upset.

It's not the right time to... I'm

sorry.

I don't want you to have to say sorry like that to

me.

You know I love you, I'm your mum.

I'll always love you no matter what.

I bet you're just waiting to leave now.

Right.

I'm gonna get dressed.

I'm gonna go back downstairs.

and we're gonna put Christmas music on and we're gonna eat and we're gonna

shit on TV.

Paul Crackers.

Yeah?

Hmm?

Come on.

What?

Don't you dare.

Don't.

It's not fair.

It's not fair.

I don't know what it is you want.

Or what it is that I want.

You said you didn't regret it.

Wow.

But... No one else is here and...

I didn't get you anything.

She shouldn't be doing this with me.

Not again.

No, no, no, no, no.

Mummy's too drunk to stop me.

Put

them

to the side.

And the better share with your father.

strong, don't you, baby?

And why does it feel so good?

Incest, why does incest feel so good with you?

Why does incest feel so damn good with you?

I thought about it every time your dad fucks me. Every time

we make love, I think of you, my son.

I think about my own fucking boy.

think about my own boy, oh, that's dick, that's dick nice and deep inside me,

buried right up next to my fucking cervix, yeah, yeah, can you feel that,

mummy's cervix, oh, you feel it against the head of your cock, baby, oh, yeah,

oh, I think about you impregnating my womb all the time, how good it would

how good it would feel to get pregnant by my own fucking biological son,

think about what we

Trying to breathe, mommy, huh, yeah?

Is that what you're trying to do, honey?

I thought about it for so long, for so many years.

Wanting you back inside me.

Desperate for it.

Desperate to feel like that back inside my fucking pussy.

Inside my horny pussy.

Your dad gives no attention.

This is what you want?

Tell me I'm not being silly.

Tell me this is definitely what you want.

Yeah.

Tell me you want incest with me.

Oh, yeah. Yeah.

Yeah, and I'll tell me how good incest feels with your mother.

With mummy.

over in a few seconds, but didn't you miss it?

Oh, didn't you miss how good it felt to have your cock buried nice and deep

inside Mummy's gun?

Oh, and all those family members just outside the door, and your dad, and your

brothers, and your sisters, and your uncles, and your aunts all having a good

time, and we're shagging in the bathroom, and Mummy's on her knees

dick. Oh, not knowing what I was doing, too drunk to care.

I was doing weird things with my own boy.

You are so good to me.

You are so good.

Mommy.

I'm a big girl.

Yes, I'm a big girl. Oh, fuck.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Oh, fuck.

Yes.

Oh, God, you're driving me crazy, honey.

Oh, God, have I been kidding all these years?

your mother's cunt taste, huh? How does your mother's cunt taste?

Mmm, yes, that tastes good, yeah?

How good does that taste, baby?

How good does that fucking taste?

Oh, shit.

Oh, yeah, keep going, keep going, keep going, you're gonna make me cum again.

You stretched your mother good, didn't you, baby? Yes. Oh, you stretched your

mother so good.

Oh, fuck.

Yes. Oh, fuck. Keep eating, mommy.

That's it. Lick me. Lick your mommy. Put your tongue inside me. Put your tongue

inside me, honey.

Oh, put your tongue inside mommy.

Yes. Oh, that's it. Make mommy calm. Make your mother calm. Make your mother

calm.

You like how dirty mommy can be?

Yeah. You like how dirty I am, baby?

Yeah. It's just me and you.

Fuck, it's just me and you.

No one's gonna disturb us. You can eat mommy all you like.

Fucking push your tongue inside.

I need you to come.

You're gonna come right inside my -

What must you think of me?

A mother should never show her son that side of her.

It's wrong.

It's so wrong.

So very wrong.

And then, why did it feel so right?

Because it did, didn't it?

It felt so right.

The sex we just had.

No more secrets?

You'd like to be home?

Tomorrow? Tonight?

Whenever the roads will be open?

Holy shit.

No, it's silly.

What if we just told him?

No more secrets.

Stop it.

What are you doing?

What are you doing?

I'm not drunk anymore.

No.

I know exactly what I'm doing.

Happy Boxing Day.

You can do this all day if you want.

Just stay in bed.

Oh, fuck.

Oh, God, I could get used to this.

It's a good job you're not with your wife anymore.

At least you're not cheating on anyone.

You make a new family with Mummy, yeah?

Yeah. You could get me pregnant.

I've been thinking we could...

You know, have our own little ones and start a family and be happy.

Is that too much?

Oh no.

Is that what you want? Is that what you want to do with mummy?

Start a family with me?

I'd have to leave your dad.

no idea that my own son and his son has gone. He's dripping out my fucking

pussy.