Blog 5. Mother's revelations

16th July 2004

Mother was waiting for me when I arrived in the kitchen that morning. "So how did your oh-so-important date with that shop girl go?" She fixed me with an icy stare. "The date you had to miss my dinner party for and warned Jean and Jenny not to come? And after I had spent all that time preparing a celebration meal specially for you." Even without the aid of the ring, I knew this was a gross exaggeration but mother continued for several more minutes before giving me a chance to answer.

"We had a very nice time, thank you," I replied as calmly as I could. "We went to the Swan and then went back to her place for coffee." <<"And fucked her I suppose. Probably that is all she is good for. Perhaps she just wants to trap him into another marriage. If he just wants her for casual sex, that's okay I suppose, but I hope it won't go further than that. He's far too good for her.">> "She's actually very intelligent you know mum," I tried to ignore her thoughts, "And very clever with her hands. You ought to see the beautiful wedding dress she is making for someone."

"And I suppose she had her hands all over you."

"I don't know why you are so against her mother. I've only known her for a few hours and yet you seem to think I'm on the point of marrying her." Mother turned away and sat on a stool near the TV. It wasn't on but she stared at it as though it was. Her mind went back many years. By now I had become used to seeing the pictures conjured up in peoples minds as well as hearing the words that were spoken. She seemed to be lying in a hollow in the centre of a half built haystack with a boy cuddling her.

<<"You're sure no one will come to finish this rick off, Les Larkins?">> My ears pricked up although the thoughts came straight into my head. Sarah's family name was Larkins and she had reverted to using it after her divorce. I didn't yet know the family well enough to know her father's first name but if it was Les... I drank my tea slowly trying not to look at mother in case she suspected I was listening in to her thoughts and seeing the images in her mind like on a film. "<<"Naw, Miriam. They've all gone to the cattle market today to sell off a few heifers. We'll be alright here if we don't make too much noise." They kissed for a while and Les's hand found its way inside her blouse. Miriam giggled but didn't attempt to stop him. He exposed her breasts. "Do you like them?" she asked. "Sure do. They look good and taste good." There was only a token resistance when Les unbuttoned the side of her pleated skirt and began to push it down. "You shouldn't be doing that," she whispered. "But I know you want me to and I want to as well. You wouldn't have come up here with me if you didn't. We're going to go all the way today Miriam so don't pretend you don't want to feel my prick inside you." Les put his hand in her knickers and massaged her young cunt. "I can tell you want it, 'cos you're all wet." With that he pushed her knickers right down and took them off. Miriam lay there exposed to the sunlight, blushing furiously but she didn't attempt to regain her skirt or knickers. "Let me see you," Miriam said quietly, "I want to see it and feel it before we do it." Unbuttoning his flies she took out his hard prick and held it so she could see it for a few moments. "Kiss it," Les ordered. She did so and acquiesced when he pushed it inside her mouth. After a short while he pulled out. "Open your legs girl, I'm going to fuck you this time." Miriam did so. "Go easy Les, you know I've never done it before." Les didn't heed her over much. Once he'd entered, he pushed hard and broke her hymen. A small scream escaped Miriam's lips but the pain turned to pleasure shortly after when Leslie pounded into her. Fortunately he remembered to pull out just in time and sprayed her stomach with his seed.>>

I became aroused again watching my mother lose her virginity and had to surreptitiously move my prick into a more comfortable position. The scene changed rapidly to the inside of a house, probably the front room. Miriam and Leslie were sitting on a couch cuddling and kissing. <<"I love you Miriam, love you will all my heart. One day when we are old enough I am going to marry you." Les kissed and fondled her while speaking his words of love.>>

"She must have only been fifteen or so, the boy looks very young," I thought as the scene changed again. Miriam peered through a hedge.

<<"The bastard, the lying bastard! Two days ago he professed his undying love for me and there he is with Emily Fellows, fucking her like he's fucked me." Emily lay on the grass the other side of the hedge with her skirts up and knickers around one ankle. Leslie had his prick inside her cunt and both looked like they were enjoying themselves. "You still poking that slut Miriam Williams, Les?" Emily asked. "Yeah, she's a good fuck but I'll have to chuck her soon so I can spend more time with you. She's a bit of a snob and wants me all to herself. Poor slut thinks I really intend to marry her." Both of them laughed at what seemed to them to be a hilarious joke.>>

It was becoming almost an embarrassment to learn of my mother's sexual inclinations. First I hear she cheats on my father at her bridge club and then of her teenage experiences. Up until the ring's revelations, I had believed mother to be chaste and I hardly credited that she even had sex with dad. Mother suddenly turned and looked at me. For a moment I wondered if she knew I was listening and seeing her thoughts but it didn't seem like it. She asked, "Are you seeing her tonight?"

"No not until Saturday. She has two dresses to finish by Saturday morning. I'll probably pop into the shop if they are not busy."

"Well you can get your own tea tonight. I'm not cooking and it all goes to waste." To save further argument, I got up and left the house. There was no real need for me to help Jean any more but I liked the woman and it wasn't just because of the sex we'd had. There was still plenty of stripping of wallpaper and paintwork to do but there was no real urgency for these things to be done. The builders would have to do a lot of work before decorating could start but at least removing all the old paper and paint showed up areas the builders would need to repair and the extent of any rot.

"Morning Jean," I called out as I entered.

"Morning Derek, you can have a day off if you like. There's nothing I need a strong man for..." She stopped in mid sentence and started to laugh at what she was going to say. "Well perhaps there is but this is neither the time nor the place for it!"

"I can't think what you mean Mrs. McCready," I grinned too. "I had to get out of our house and the weather isn't all that nice for going to the coast."

"So you thought you help an old lady out." Jean had that infectious smile again. "I guess you must have gone out if Miriam was pissed off with you this morning. How did it go? Did you take Sarah to The Swan?" I gave her an outline of what happened and she seemed pleased for me. "You'll be wanting to do the sandwich run again today I suppose," she kidded me.

"Mum seems to have more against Sarah than just her being a shop girl," I commented hoping it would bring some further information.

Jean seemed to wait a longer time than normal before replying. "Sarah's father jilted her when they were still teenagers. Not much out of school. She thought she was his only lover but he had a whole string of them. Even when he married Sally, Sarah's mother, he still carried on with other women until she threw him out or he left and moved in with another woman. Eventually Sally remarried and has been living with the same man ever since. As you know, Sarah married Terry Machin but he was much like her father so she moved out and divorced him. There were all sorts of rumours at the time but that is the bare bones of the story." I didn't really need any more, Jean had told me enough for me to know why my mother hated Sarah so that I wouldn't have to reveal that I knew from my ring.

I saw Sarah only briefly in the shop and when she stopped by Jean's on the Thursday and Friday. She said she had more to do on the dresses and they had asked for another complete dress for a bridesmaid they'd added at the last moment. Jenny phoned mid afternoon. "What is the naughty boy doing for dinner tonight?" She asked. When I said I'd pick up a pizza she suggested we had a celebration meal at home.

"Don't wind me up Jenny, it was bad enough this morning."

"I'm serious Derek, mum's having a bridge evening so I thought we could heat up the left-overs and have a real family dinner with us and dad."

This sounded better than a pizza but I couldn't resist a dig at her. I almost asked direct questions but managed to change the wording before I spoke. "I'm not doing the cooking so I suppose I get to find out how Ralph is to suffer. I'd have thought you'd rather spend the evening with Ralph."

"You'll survive, I guarantee it. And Ralph has a conference this weekend so I decided I'd give the house a miss for one night."

We actually had a very pleasant meal with just the three of us. Even dad was more talkative than usual. I suppose that for once he could actually get a word in. I mentioned what Jean had said about mum and Sarah's father, which was a surprise to Jenny, but not of course to dad. He'd had a couple of glasses of wine with the meal as well as two cans of beer while we prepared it, so he spoke freely.

"I more or less met your mother on the rebound of that. For a while after she shunned boys but she'd been having sex a lot with Les Larkins and I guessed she missed not having a boyfriend. I was available and she thought I was reliable and at that time we enjoyed each other's company. I married her as soon as I knew she was pregnant with you Derek." He paused to let this sink in but years ago I'd worked out that mother was a pregnant bride and so had Jenny. He shocked us more when he went on, "I've been faithful to her all these years but I know she's had others... and this bridge club isn't all about playing cards... I know by the smell of her and the stuff oozing out of her..." Dad stopped knowing he'd said too much. Jenny looked like she couldn't believe it at first but then shook her head as she came to terms with it. Neither of us spoke but I heard dad thinking. <<"I shouldn't have had that wine on top of the beer. Still I expect they'll find out sooner or later. When they leave home perhaps I'll move out too. Not much of a life here now. Get to fuck her once or twice a month if I'm lucky while others have her at least weekly.">>

Jenny's thoughts were in a similar vein. <<"Poor old dad. She gets her jollies and he has to put up with her bitchiness. Wonder why he does? Wonder if he'll leave her or throw he out when we go?">>

I decided to take the bull by the horns and ask a direct question knowing I would get an honest answer. "Dad, do you think you will spend the rest of your life with mother?" Jenny gave me a shocked look.

"No son, to he honest, I don't think so. Both of you will be gone soon so there'll be less reason to stay unless things change drastically. There's no other woman at the moment but for several years I have been making some provision for a possible rift between us."

"Have you talked to mother about it? Does she know that you know about the bridge club?" Jenny asked.

"Not really. Every time I try to talk to her she goes off and talks non-stop about something else." We all knew what he meant.

"You would rather she changed her ways than you having to move out though." Again Jenny asked a leading question.

"I guess so. The early years of our marriage were okay but she had her hands full looking after you two and we were struggling to make ends meet financially. It was when she had time on her hands and I was making enough money so she no longer needed to work, that things started to get worse."

"We need to try and sort something out dad." Jenny remarked. Dad protested that we shouldn't interfere but my reading of his mind told me he would actually welcome some help. He would get nowhere on his own.

Dad broke open another beer but neither Jenny nor I wanted any more alcohol. A game show was on the TV but I was more interested in Jenny's thoughts. She envisioned the bridge club as being some sort of wild sex swap group and her imagination ran riot with the activities they got up to. However, we found out later, that her thoughts were very close to being correct. Her mental plans for dealing with mother were also vivid and extreme. At one point she had mother stripped and tied to a chair so we could examine her to see if she'd had sex and then threaten her with dad's belt in order to get her to tell us the truth and make amends to dad. At ten o'clock Dad decided he'd had enough beer and went to bed. Both Jenny and I had hoped he would stay up and combine with us to confront mother but perhaps it was better this way.

When we were alone I said," I'm not totally sure we should get involved with mum and dad's love life." I tried to bring the subject up with Jenny without asking a direct question.

"Of course we should," Jenny replied vehemently. "She's interfered with mine enough and now she's definitely meddling with yours. Had it not been for dad, I would never have seen Ralph for more than a few times and I certainly wouldn't have been marrying him in a few weeks. We owe it to dad to try and save his marriage or to get them to make a clean break. If the bridge club is only a front for a sex club, then we need to find out for sure and deal with her in the light of what we find out."