“Do you really need it now?”
“No, not now, but I will in the morning, please be a darling and get it for me.”
“Ok wait here, I’ll be right back.”
Not really seeing why she needed it right now, I went to the car, and then returned. When I did she wasn’t there, but neatly folded over the back of a chair was the green Thai Silk dress, with her underwear on the top.
Grabbing them I ran to the bottom of the stairs.
She was standing naked at the top. Christ she looked sensational in the light from below. She smiled and held her hands out from her body with her palms facing to me as if saying, “you like?” Her big black nipples and thick bush of pubic hair stood out in the half light.
For the second time tonight an involuntary, “fuck!!” escaped my lips, but she was too far away to hear, thankfully.
I started to climb the stairs, but she shook her head, gave me a firm, “NO,” before gliding silently to the door of their room, pausing only to look at me briefly, before closing it a few seconds before I arrived.
I put my mouth against the door, I knew she was leaning against it and could hear me as I whispered, “please open the door Mum, please open the door for me.”
There was silence.
I asked her again to open the door, but there was still no response, the only sound was that of my father snoring. It was obvious that our night was over and that I’d no options other than to lock up and go to bed, unfortunately alone. Going back down stairs, and standing there my mind in a whirl, I looked forlornly at her clothes in my hand, before eventually turning off the lights and climbing the stairs again.
Stopping silently at their door and listening intently, I was soon able to hear those unmistakable sounds of sex. To stand there and have to listen to Dad taking her brought tears to my eyes. It hurt me to think that after the night we’d just had, to be as we’d been, to have Mum give me access to her breasts as she had. And when she’d been home less than five minutes, she could be in bed with Dad screwing her.
Yes screwing her, because that was all that he did, just stick his dick into her, dump his load, turn over and go to sleep. No one could think of that as love making. The fact that I thought that I heard her come for him, was totally down to her being always ready, it’d nothing at all to do with him, or indeed love.
It was now clear, that the role that I played in her life was as a warm up man, getting her ready for him, I was the foreplay that she desperately needed, and he wouldn’t, or couldn’t be bothered giving to her.
I put her clothes on the floor, got undressed, and then standing in the passage with my back against the opposite wall, I masturbated, firing my seed across the hall, hitting the door, and leaving a snails trail from it to me. There was no love from me to her in that, in fact my feelings were as far from love as I could get.
When I got to my room my legs were shaking, and I was really angry, I felt such a fool, I’d held her hand, I’d kissed her and held her in my arms, so that all she’d got from me was affection. I’d given her a whole evening of true love.
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