I could see the girl in question over Mother’s shoulder. Now I came to look more closely, she did have a shapely, womanly body. Perhaps it was the miserable expression that made her seem younger.
Like a female Kevin the Teenager.
That smile had been quite nice, though. And she had a great ass on her . . .
I quickly transferred my attention back to Mother. I’m not a lesbian,’ I reminded myself. I’m not even bi. I just happen to enjoy having sex with my flat-mate.
Bugger Amy’s sexy ass.
Well, not literally . . .
‘Her dad must have been about twelve when she was born,’ I said grumpily.
‘Knowing Lionel he’ll have been a gymslip father,’ said Mother. ‘But enough of that; we need to talk about us.’
I stared back at her. ‘Okay, you kick off.’
Mother sipped her gin and bitter lemon. ‘How’s it going with you?’ she asked, throwing me a little.
‘I’m on course to graduate with a decent enough degree,’ I said after a pause. ‘Naturally I’m up to my ears in debt, but you and Daddy helped more than most parents do. In a perfect world I’d have a gap year of my own and travel the world. But that isn’t going to happen. In reality I’ll either stay on or get a job for a year or two. Balance the books then decide if I can afford to go back.’
‘Very sensible,’ said Mother. ‘There again, you always have been very sensible.’
Unbidden, my eyes kept straying to Amy’s ass. I kept dragging them back to Mother. And for once my mother was oozing sincerity. If it was an act it was a good one. She really did seem to have sympathy for me.
Stop staring at that ass, I told myself.
But it was futile. Back in our flat Jude and I had a harness. Every so often we would take turns to pop in a dildo and fuck each other long and hard. At that moment fucking Amy seemed like a good idea, if not necessarily in the usual, I’m-more-caring-than-a-guy sort of a way.
Dragging my eyes away yet again, I concentrated on Mother’s beautiful, earnest face.
‘My home will always be yours,’ she said, still brimming with sincerity. ‘I do hope you can accept the way things are and share it with me.’
‘With you and miserable Amy,’ I countered. ‘Right, as if I would!’
Mother emitted her best put-upon sigh. ‘I don’t know how long Lionel will last,’ she said in a hushed tone. ‘He’s a good man but perhaps not the man. Do you follow what I’m saying?’
‘I can see the immediate attraction,’ I admitted. ‘And I can see why you don’t necessarily see him as a permanent fixture. What I can’t see is why you’ve ditched Daddy so cruelly.’
Mother sighed again. ‘Natalie, your daddy has been as good as useless for years. Do you understand what I’m saying?’
Quite frankly I didn’t.
‘Go on,’ I said, spell it out.
Chapter Six
Yet another sigh ensued. This one came up from the soles of Mother’s stylish stilettos.
‘I suspect that you have the same appetites as me,’ she said, her tone still hushed. ‘You were screwing that shelf-stacker friend of yours endlessly, weren’t you? And I’ll bet you’re screwing even more now you’re at uni. It’s a common bond we share, isn’t it?’