Chapter 1: Mrs. Knight

I lay in bed watching the reflections of car headlights on the ceiling as they rushed past outside. Sleep no longer came easily to me, not since that kid wiped me out on the mat [JACKIE#03]. The thought of how my Judo had been no match for the little blonde gymnast in her school uniform had me stiff again as it had done every night since. The inevitable prospect of wanking one off over the short athletic girl who dominated me completely beckoned until I heard heated mumbling through the bedroom wall. I put my ear against the wall. “But I don’t think Glenn is ready dear” I heard dad say. Judo Boy, everyone calls me Judo Boy except for my parents. I couldn’t make out mum’s reply then THUMP “ouch!” THUMP “ouch!” WTF? Strange noises and what sounded like muffled cries from my dad. It sounded like a scuffle was going on in there, which was bizarre. Then I made out a muffled voice “OK OK tomorrow night. He can go ... Ouch ... We can go together”. Dad’s voice sounded strained. What the hell was going on? I’d never heard anything like that before. It almost sounded like they were fighting, which was dumb as both my parents were old and dull as dishwater. Dad had just retired as an aircraft engineer and mum was an ordinary housewife. They never did anything more physical than play cribbage. The vision of Jackie’s powerful muscular legs returned and I had no choice but to whip one off before I had any chance of sleep.

I had forgotten all about the strange noises until the following evening when I was getting ready to go out. “Mum, is my gi washed?” I asked as I entered the kitchen. Although she celebrated her 59th birthday a couple of months ago, Mum is not bad looking for an old wrinkly. She stood 5 foot 7 to my 6 foot 1 with straight shoulder length silvery blonde hair which swept off her forehead on the right and flowed down both sides of her face over her ears. Her face is a long oval with high broad cheeks and a deep chin. Light eyebrows arch closely above small green eyes and a long prominent nose leads to a full mouth wearing light pink lipstick. With a firm chin and neck, there was little to indicate her age apart from smile lines which creased from the bridge of her nose together with other wrinkles around her chin and eyes as she smiled at me. “At 21, maybe you should learn to wash it yourself. This isn’t a laundrette” she teased. She was a little plump but that’s what mums are like isn’t it? A sleeveless blue dress showed off pale fleshy arms and disturbingly quite a bit of the top part of her bust. I tried to avert my eyes. Mum has a magnificent 36dd bust, I know because I looked in her wardrobe, and the dress she wore was pulled in to a 26 inch waist with a sort of corset on the outside that just emphasised her bust even more and her broad 38 inch hips. “Anyway, we are all going to the WI tonight” she told me. “What? That boring place with the old biddies” I complained. “Do what your mother tells you, Glenn. No arguments” Dad spoke up from the kitchen table. He was tall and lanky with short greying curly hair. Oddly he seemed to be avoiding looking at mum and seemed a bit subdued, had they been arguing? Then I recalled the strange overheard conversation. Was that what it was all about? What’s the big deal about the WI that she had to drag me along for?

Half an hour later we were in the garage and dad went to open the garage door. As mum opened the passenger side front door, I noticed seams at the back of the sheer tan coloured nylons that adorned her thick pear drop shaped calves. I watched as she got into the seat bending her legs to swing them into the car. The hem of her skirt rose up and I caught a glimpse of a dark band of nylon before she closed the door. I got in the back, wondering why my mother was wearing stockings to the WI.

The Women’s Institute met in a low long squat single storey building close to the centre of town. I was expecting to see a load of old biddies standing around next to stalls with homemade cakes, pickles and clothes, and that sort of stuff. No way did I imagine to see a lot of women of various ages standing around the sides of the hall overlooking a large central area covered with gym mats. It almost looked like a dojo. This impression was reinforced by the fact that the women wore stylish form-fitting white satin silk kimono style dresses that were wrapped around and held in place by a simple white belt. These glossy garments resembled a sexy gi jacket that would only be any good in the bedroom. The lengths differed from very short indeed like a micro skirt to those that came mid-thigh or to the knee. Likewise the women wore a variety of nylons on their legs, although all were sheer most wore black but some were tan and others wore close weaved fishnets. All of them wore high heeled shoes, some with higher heels than others.

The kimono style dresses were very eye catching with high lustre reflecting the light in a pleasing manner with every movement. Each was tailored to flatter the figure with a pulled in waist, which in many cases included an inbuilt corset. This emphasised rounded hips and supported the bust giving the ladies an impressive hour glass figure with many having a breathtaking overhang on their chests. There must have been at least thirty women and I recognised a few, this being a small town. “I’m just going to change. Stay here with your father and don’t get into any mischief” my mother warned then walked away. No problem, I was enjoying admiring the women’s figures in their sexy silk jackets and nylons which was giving me the horn. “What’s going on dad?” I asked my father. I was surprised to find his face flushed with downcast eyes. “Er, just watch Glenn. You will find this, er, most interesting” he replied sheepishly.

Suddenly my eye was caught by the steely gaze of a woman I knew. Miss Primm and Proper looked like she was in charge. I don’t know her real name but that’s what the lads called her because she’s got this really snooty look and looks down at you as if you were beneath her contempt. Probably in her forties, she has a stern authorative face and wore a lot of makeup. The top of her long flat cheeks were rouged and quite wide before tapering towards a narrow pronounced chin. Small slender eyes with cold brown irises glared from beneath thick eyebrows that formed two straight lines above a patch of dark blue eyeliner on her eyelids. A dark ring of black mascara added a smouldering look to her hard eyes. Her nose was wide and sleek ending in a point with slightly flared nostrils. A pronounced groove between the two vertical ridges on her upper lip ran down to a small perfectly formed mouth coated with deep red lipstick. It was fixed in a sexy pout although it was also tight lipped and disapproving. As usual, her light brown hair was pulled back and tied behind her head in a bob. A deep fringe of soft straight hair reached her eyebrows. “There you are Glenn. You are just in time for Mrs. Knight’s demonstration” her voice was hard with a posh edge that never asked you to do anything but commanded. Like my mother, she was slightly plump and ample busted. In fact, the woman was the local librarian and well known among the boys for the old fashioned bullet bras she wore that made her bust stick out like twin torpedoes which looked like they could take your eye out.