“No, not really.”
Mum gazed at me in dismay for a few moments, and then she tried to speak; “I…I…we…oh God help me…”
I could see that mum was about to explode so soothingly I said, “Shall we do a little rehearsing now; you know, like you said, bit by bit?”
Bit by Bit
Mother gave a long sigh and said, rather like Lionel, “All right, let’s get on with it. Now I’ll stand here. I’m gazing at Garth’s virile young body – well stand up David – I haven’t been with a man for…oh I don’t know, a long time, and I’m fire for Garth”
“Garth is overwhelmed by my beauty, but the class divide still stands between them; have you got that?”
“Yes mum.”
“Do get into the character David…er…Garth.”
“Yes mu…your ladyship.”
“The audience is on the edge of its seats; will these two finally reach fulfillment or will they part for ever?”
“Don’t stand right over there Da…I mean Darth…er…come close to me.”
I edged a little closer to mum.
“I’ll go into my lines.”
Lady P. “Oh Garth, do you know how I long for you?”
Me.”But your Ladyship I am only the gardener, and I would never presume…”
Lady P.”There can be no class divide where love prevails, kiss me Garth.”
“Those are corny lines,” I said, “can’t we change them?”
“No we can’t,” mother said. “It’s a matter of integrity, being faithful to the author, and for God’s sake Gavid…Garth…how can you kiss me when you’re two metres away from me? Come here.”
Mum tugged me to her and said, “Now stand close to me, our bodies touching; you put your left leg between mine; can you feel my pelvis thrusting against you?”
“Yark,” I croaked.
“Good, now push against…I said push against it not pull away, you’re arching again.”
She put her hands behind my buttocks and tugged me to her.
“That’s better…oh my God, you’ve got a…oh…that’s it you’re getting into it now.”
Getting into it was the operative word, that was the one thing I wanted to do above all else. “Bugger Garth and Primrose,” I thought, “let’s be mum and David.”
“Kiss me darling…kiss me,” mum said hoarsely.
I gave her quick peck on the lips.
“David…David…this is a moment of high passion, you don’t just give a peck, you aaaah.”
I went in full bore, tonguing her as hard as I could go.
Her pelvis was sort of rotating over my penis and I didn’t need to try and act, this was the real thing. Mum managed to gasp out her next line.
Lady P.”Strip me darling, look at my beautiful naked body.”
I pulled the strips of cloth from her shoulders and for once the dress did what it was supposed to do, and in seconds was round her feet.
“Bra’s darling…bras,” mum said in choking voice.
“That line isn’t script,” I said.
“Bugger the script,” mum said, “get ’em off.”
I unclipped them, and of course there was no blackout, and instead of holding the cups to her breasts mum let them go and they joined the dress on the floor.
“Don’t just stand their,” mum moaned, “kiss me again, touch my breasts; get into character.”
I got into character, fondling her breasts.
“Panties,” mum gasped…”off, get ’em off.”
I unleashed her breasts and pulled her panties down; mum stepped out of them and returned to the clinch.