Chapter 2

We sat close together in the back of the taxi, my hand resting lightly on her thigh as she sat demurely with her legs together, but her shallow breathing betrayed her true feelings and she nodded when I asked her if she was wearing stockings,

"Yes, do you like them?"

"What do you think?" I whispered and gently traced the shape of a suspender button with my fingers,

We made it as far as the bedroom before we grabbed each other and kissed hotly, our tongues explored each others mouth, we tasted each others saliva and mum whimpered as we fell onto the bed her dress up around her waist,

"No" she hissed as I kissed her stomach, but her hands in my hair told a different story as did her legs when she wrapped them round my neck.

"No Sam" she hissed again, "You know this is wrong" then she squealed as she felt my mouth on the tiny scrap of soaking wet nylon covering her sex.

"You mustn't do this to me darling, you mustn't lick my pussy"

My tongue wormed under her panties and she squealed again as I tasted and savoured her fragrant wetness,

"You dirty, dirty bastard" she hissed and arched her back forcing her sex against my mouth, my fingers found her tiny puckered hole and she came quickly and wetly filling my mouth with her sticky juices.

Her mouth was on mine then, our tongues busy as were her hands scrabbling at my jeans,

"Don't put it in me" she whimpered as her hand closed round my prick, "Oh God Sam, no darling no, don't put your prick inside me, oh fuck yes, no, no, you're raping me, you're a fucking animal" but it was her hand that guided me, her mouth on mine and her who squealed and yelped with pleasure as my prick sank into the warm depths of her innards.

It was without doubt twice as good as I'd ever dared to dream it would be, I reckon I became a man that night and over the next few days I learned just how much of a sexual women she was, she screamed as I fucked her, she ripped my back with her long finger nails, she bit me and urged me on with delicious little obscenities that she whispered in my ear.

I learned how she liked to be on her back with her legs wrapped tightly around me, I knew that she absolutely adored kneeling over me with her beautiful little pussy squashing my mouth and I shared her enjoyment of the act.

She indulged my fetish of stockings and wore them for me all the time, she told me that she adored the taste of hot semen in her mouth and she enjoyed showing herself to me at every opportunity.

She also liked to use the dirtiest language imaginable when we were in bed and even in the most everyday situation, she would whisper something to me that had my prick jerking up to attention.

It was the day of dad's funeral and we were getting ready for the church when mum called me upstairs,

"Well what do you think?" she asked and my jaw dropped in amazement, she stood there in front of me wearing just a small black hat with a face veil, a lacy black suspender belt, black stockings and matching black shoes,

"Will I do as the grieving widow darling?"

All through the service I was conscious that she was completely naked under the long black dress and the odd muttered comment from her kept my interest,

"I think I'll keep the veil on in bed" she whispered as we knelt to pray and as we all got up afterwards, she whispered that her cunt was soaking.

"Not wet enough" I whispered and she had to stifle a giggle.

It was a quiet and sombre procession that got out of the fleet of funeral cars at the pub mum had booked for the reception and I was grateful for mum's hand in mine as we went in.

All four of my grand parents were there and while mum's parents were polite and friendly, dad's were rather stand offish and distant,

"I suppose you'll be living the high life now will you, now that he's gone?" my paternal grandmother asked with her tight lips pursed as usual,

I groaned inwardly because I knew what mum thought of her, but she excelled herself,

"No I don't think so mum, (she called her mum in deference to dad) but at least I won't have any bruises to explain away any more"

There was no answer to that and I threw a little smile in mum's direction, but she hadn't finished with the shrewish old lady and I felt no pity at all,

"I intend buying a house somewhere away from here" she went on, "Where I will devote myself to bringing up your grandson, we may take a holiday first, I'm not sure, I haven't made any plans yet, but rest assured, I will not be calling on you again"

That was the only sour note in the entire evening, my granddad smiled at us both and mouthed his apologies for his wife's behaviour, mum kissed him and I hugged him, we both meant it, he knew what his son was and didn't pretend that he was the saint his wife made him out to be,

"Be happy" he said simply as he steered the nasty old lady out of the door!

"Did you mean what you said about a holiday mum?" I asked after the car had dropped us off at home,

"Yes I think so, the cheques will clear tomorrow, so I vote that we go and buy a computer, then go to a travel agents and rent a little cottage for a couple of weeks where we can log on and check out all the properties for sale"