Chapter 1

Dad had died. It had all been so quick. I remembered the afternoon that Mum had phoned me to break the horrible news.

Dad had very aggressive prostate cancer. He hadn’t felt well for several months. He had gone to his doctor. Unfortunately, he had left it too long.

His doctor sent him to a consultant. The consultant had given him three months. Dad lasted one month and eighteen days.

I was there for Mum. The initial shock took its toll on her. I was in computer programming. I specialised in gaming. I had set up my company with Dad’s financial backing.

It had been successful. Within a year, I had paid Dad back. Dad had been a successful entrepreneur and had retired at sixty-five.

He was seventy when he died. Mum was younger. She would be fifty-five in April, in three months.

When I set up my company three years ago, Mum and Dad had downsized into a gorgeous apartment. Mum loved it there. Her neighbour was a widowed lady, two years older than Mum.

The two of them got on so well together. This took a lot of pressure off me as I went and stayed at my parents’ apartment when Dad was diagnosed with cancer. I live within a ten-minute drive of Mum’s apartment.

After the funeral, I stayed another month with Mum. Mum appreciated this—one Sunday evening over dinner.

Mum said, “Barry, I appreciate the support that you have given me. You have your life to live, and I must make the best of mine.

“I am so lucky to have Jean as a neighbour. We are going to yoga and keep-fit classes, and we have joined the Leisure Club at the Spa. We can swim every day.

“Maybe it’s time that you moved back to your apartment. By saying that, I still want to see you so that you can visit on the weekends, and if we have too much wine, you can stay here.

“Jean even said that you are such a good-looking and successful entrepreneur that you should date some lovely young lady.”

I felt that I’d been there for Mum when she needed me. Jean was a character. She was so similar to Mum; they were both tall, good-looking and voluptuous.

Jean was older than Mum, but she dressed younger. I felt she was flirting with me several times. I was always very courteous to her.

During that week, I went back to my apartment. I missed Mum’s cooking, but she had taught me enough that I could cook a meal myself.

In the following month, I visited Mum every Saturday. There was only one night that I had too much to drink and stayed over in that month.

Mum changed for the better. She looked good. She had changed her clothes and appearance.

She had bought an iPhone and asked me to set it up for her. She had phoned me and invited me down for dinner that night, and I would set up her new phone.

I arrived and set everything up for her. She now had an email address, the first in her life. I showed her all the phone’s essential functions.

Mum said, “Barry, thank you so much for doing this for me. Jean has started on Chatter, and she enjoys it. Is it possible that you could set up an account for me on Chatter?”

I was shocked when Mum said this. I told her I would set up a Gmail account and not use her Apple account. She shouldn’t divulge any personal information.

I asked her what interests she would put on her profile. This was all new for Mum.

Mum said, “I’ve Jean’s profile name. Maybe you should look at that, as I would like the same as she has got.”

As soon as I saw Jean’s profile, I knew why she was on Chatter. Her profile picture was of her face and chest. She was wearing sunglasses that covered a lot of her face. I didn’t recognise her. She was wearing a low-cut top showing a cock-stiffening amount of breasts.

Her profile name was ‘Merry Widow’. It read, ‘I’m recently widowed, and now I’m on Chatter. Politics is something I am interested in. I love excellent wine. Being young, fitness is a significant aspect of my life. No DM until I get to know you.’

To say I was shocked was putting it mildly. I thought for a minute and said, “Mum, have you thought of a profile picture?”

“Should I have something like Jean?”

“Mum, I think you should be a little more reserved in that. Okay, once you get chatting with someone and want them to see that picture, you can send it.

“Mum, there’s a lot of weirdos out there. You look fantastic from the back. Put on your tight leggings and a tight-fitting top. Your hair is gorgeous from behind.

“Let me take some pictures from the back, and then you’ll have a subtle profile picture that shows your gorgeous curves.

“Mum, do that now so I can start working on your profile, and you can start on my supper, as I’m getting hungry.”

Mum came back five minutes later. She looked gorgeous from the front. Her Camel’s Toe was so pronounced. It looked so inviting.

I took a couple of pictures of her from the front on my smartphone and five from the back. There was something very sexy about Mum from behind.