Chapter 1

The rhythmic squeaking of the bed springs in the next room began just after my parents went to bed and continued even after I'd fallen asleep, my mind on the vision of my mother's face as my father ploughed into her.

I'd seen them once, quite by accident when I got up to go to the toilet, their door hadn't been shut properly and I'd caught a glimpse of her squatting over his father, she was naked except for stockings and a lacy black suspender belt and the enjoyment she was feeling was obvious on her face as she ground her pussy down onto his face.

She saw me and just smiled at me, making no attempt whatsoever to stop and cover herself and at just sixteen year I'd masturbated many times to that vision!

Lying in bed and listening to them making love was sheer torture for me, night after night they'd do it, even on Sunday afternoons they went to bed for "a lie down" as my pretty young mum described it!

My father worked as a deep sea diver in the North sea for an American company and only came home every fourth week, he was coming to the end of a three year contract and I'd often heard his parents discussing his future employment when the contract ended.

Mum wanted a little pub somewhere out in the country and dad had often spoken to me about it,

"It'll be great Billy" his enthusiasm was infectious, "We can sit and drink all night and have your mum to serve us"

She'd thumped him then, but bruised her fist and they'd ended up going upstairs for another "lie down"

Danielle had been just thirteen when she conceived me and I was born on her fourteenth birthday, both sets of parents were at first outraged, but then put their heads together and helped the young lovers as much as they could.

My father was sent to a young offender's institute as he was eighteen and that was where he picked up the diving bug from a young Cornish lad whose father was a diver.

On his release, he persuaded his parents to pay for him to go on a course and it proved to be a very sound investment, he graduated six months later and had earned fantastic wages in the North sea and elsewhere ever since!

It happened on the Monday of his last week with the company, a simple accident that could have happened to anyone, him and Bob Young, another diver were dismantling some underwater scaffolding and according to what came out at the enquiry, Bob's airline got snagged on a six foot upright, not realizing the danger, he tugged it sharply and it all came down on top of both men.

Bob was killed instantly but Billy's dad was still alive when the rescue divers pulled him up into the decompression chamber, they had to make an awful decision, keep him in the chamber for the necessary length of time, or take him straight to the surface, as it happened the decision was taken out of their hands, he died as they took off his helmet!

Mum was devastated, she'd loved her husband as a husband, a man and a lover, she found it impossible to contemplate a future without him, I'd loved him too and when we went up to Aberdeen to bring his body home for burial I think we cried every yard of the way there and back.

At the funeral she hardly spoke to anyone, preferring instead to cling to my arm in the church and afterwards at the graveyard she wept bitterly without stopping.

The reception afterwards was a disaster, she managed to drink herself into a stupor and I had to take her home early, I undressed her as best I could and did my best to ignore her stockings and sexy little panties, she was so far gone that she actually wet herself as I was putting her into bed so with a sigh I put her in my own bed and slept downstairs on the sofa.

As I worked as a self employed motor bike courier, taking time off work wasn't a problem, the company I worked for had been very sympathetic and told me to come back when I was ready.

Mum woke me up the following morning looking at least a little bit more human and apologized profusely for getting smashed,

"Don't be silly mum" I said and reached up to hug her tightly, "I had to undress you though, I'm sorry"

"Now who's being silly" she said and returned my squeeze, "I presume I wet myself did I?"

"Well" I was a bit embarrassed, "Just a little bit mum, but it's okay"

"I can't believe that you put me in your own bed, you should have left me to lie in my own mess"

"Don't bloody talk like that!" I held her at arms length, my eyes staring into hers, "You were upset and emotional mum, I'd never, ever leave you like that, never"

My vehemence shook her and she lowered her head,

"I'm sorry darling"

"Aw mum" and I hugged her again as she sobbed,

"I just can't face the thought of being alone Billy" she said through her tears, "It was so good with him and now I'm all alone"

"Mum, mum, mum" I stroked her long blonde hair, "I'll never leave you mum, I promise"

Drying her eyes, she sat back and looked at me,

"You will one day darling, that little girlfriend of yours will see to that"

"Jenny?" I said in surprise, "No mum she's just a casual -- er, friend"

She smiled in spite of herself,

"You were going to say that she was just a casual screw weren't you?"

"Yes" I nodded and we laughed together, "She's nice mum, but we're not serious"

"Ok" she said, "I believe you" but she smiled as she said it,

I stayed off work until the following Monday and watched her gradually getting used to the idea of widowhood, she managed to smile a couple of times and began to take pride in her appearance again, most nights we just sat together talking and she seemed to find me a willing listener as she recounted her early days with his father.

Two weeks after returning to work I had the second half of my motor bike test which I passed easily and as the following morning I had to deliver an urgent package to Glasgow, I asked her to accompany me.

"Why not?" she smiled, "It sounds like fun"

We were up at five o'clock and I picked the package up from the night porter at his office,

"Straight there mind young Billy" the old chap said kindly, "No stopping off to cavort anywhere with that young lady"

I laughed but didn't bother to put him right and we roared off through the quiet London streets heading for the M1 motorway and north, with very little traffic on the road we made good time, north onto the M6 and the traffic grew heavier but we still made the famous services north of Carlisle where I had stopped in the past by ten thirty.

"God I'm starving" Mum said as she took off her helmet and shook her long blonde hair, Two big, bulging bacon sandwiches later washed down with a mug of strong tea, we where on the road again, I pointed out the road sign saying "Lockerbie" where Gadaffi's henchmen had brought down the Pan Am flight all those years ago, then almost before she knew it, we pulled up outside the factory in Denniston, a suburb of Glasgow where I delivered the package,

We were home easily in time for tea and she told me that she'd really enjoyed the day with me,

"I think I needed it Billy" she said and kissed me on the cheek, "But it seems a hard way to earn a living"

"I enjoy it mum" I laughed "And anyway it's not every job where you can take a pretty girl with you to work"

"God" she said softly, "You're so like your father, that's exactly the kind of thing he'd say"

"He was a good role model mum" I said softly.

"How would you feel about helping me to run my own pub?"

I thought about it for about half a second and nodded,

"That sounds great mum, but what about money?"

"Oh that's not a problem Billy" she said, "The insurance cheque arrived this morning and the mortgage has been paid off since your dad died, it's all part of the deal when you take out a mortgage"

"So are you rich?"

She smiled and shook her head, "No darling not rich, but comfortable, we can afford to choose a pub, buy it freehold and depending on the price, we could have a holiday somewhere before we take over"

I packed my job in and we spent the next three weeks traveling around in mum's car looking at pub after pub after pub, I never thought she was fussy, but she seemed to know what she wanted and there was no way she was going to settle for anything less!

On a couple of occasions, we didn't make it home, we stayed instead in whichever hotel we could find and I have to admit that I enjoyed these stop overs, I'd never stayed in a hotel before and found that room service and dressing for dinner quite appealed to me.

Mum always looked gorgeous when we went down to eat and I told her so, usually she wore one of the many little black dresses that dad had bought her over the years, I loved her in those but sometimes if it was the only dress she took with her I had quite a hard job concentrating on what she was saying as we drove home!

"Mum, will you buy some jeans or something?" I said one morning when the dress had ridden right up her thighs,

"I don't like wearing trousers or jeans, why?"

"You're showing everything you've got mum"

"No I'm not" she laughed and it was a really hearty laugh, the first one I'd heard from her since that fateful day that dad died,

"Any way" she giggled, "You shouldn't be looking"

"Why not?" I asked cheekily, "Your legs are ten times better than Jenny's"

"Well I don't care what you say, I'm not wearing trousers, I hate them, I like showing my legs off, even if it is only to you"

"Okay mum" I laughed, "I'll buy that, but don't get annoyed when you catch me peeping"

We pulled up outside our house and she was still laughing as we both got out, she stumbled and as I caught her I kissed her on the lips, it was intended to be just a peck, but it lasted rather longer than a peck, her lips were soft and moist, her breath sweet in my mouth.

"Don't worry Billy" she said and sounded rather breathless, "I won't get annoyed"

Jenny had left a message on our answer phone, so I went round on my bike and picked her up, she was feeling horny as usual and asked if we could go to our own special place out in the country side, she wasted no time at all in slipping her hands down into the front of my jeans as I drove and even above the engine noise, I heard her little giggle as she found my erection.

She was still stroking me as we pulled off the road and into the little wooded copse where we undressed hurriedly, I leaned back against a tree while she sucked me into her mouth,

"Oh fuck Jenny" I whispered as I held her by the hair, "That's so fucking hot"

But as I closed my eyes, it wasn't her mouth on me, it was my mother's, my hands were on my mother's head, her tongue slavering over the swollen dome of my cock, a vision of that night when I saw her sitting on dad's face flitted into my brain and I came.