“I’d have liked it better if you hadn’t gone and closed the door.”
She didn’t notice that there was sharpness in my voice.
“Just can’t happen,” she said shaking her head, and as she filled up with tears, her voice dropped down very low, “you know, THAT, just cannot happen.”
“Mum, we both want it.”
“No, I don’t, no it just can’t,” and as she walked away, turned back to look at me from about ten feet away, “you know that it just can’t, don’t you?”
I nodded, mouthing, “yes it can,” but before I could pursue the matter further, she’d left to go to work. I’d consciously decided to ignore my anger, and keep on with my attempts to make sure that, THAT, did happen. Prior to the last weekend, I would have laughed if anyone had told me that I’d have set my sights on my own mother, but here I was with her dominating my entire time and thoughts.
Talking aloud to myself I said, “The good news is, as least I’m getting her sexy, all that I have to do is find a way to replace my father between her legs.” As soon as those words left my mouth, I regretted them, it was very uncouth, the sort of thing that my Father himself would’ve said. As my mother, she deserved better than that from me. But what it did do, was to show me that the hurt I felt by her having sex with Dad after we’d been together as we had, was very real, and still in me.
What hurt the most was that I’d committed to her more quickly than I would normally have done with a new woman. I’d committed to her totally, and of course forgotten the small matter of her having a husband, who coincidently was my father. No matter how much better our kissing was, no matter how horny she got with me, she was still my Fathers wife.
During the day I got a call from Jane, wanting to know why I hadn’t been around to see her. I told her that there was a bit on at work, but that I was going to call on the way home. The best thing about an older married woman was that there was no beating around the bush, no bullshit, it was straight to the point, and the point was…sex.
I called Jane first and then left work at two p.m. telling the boss that I had to buy a birthday present for my niece, and had some other stuff to take care of. He was cool with that as he knew that I’d make up the time without him having to worry too much about it. As long as the job got done, he didn’t worry about too much.
I went straight to Jane’s house, knocked on the door which opened immediately, but there was no one there. This was common practice, I walked in, the door shut behind me, and there standing behind it wearing nothing but a smile, was Jane.
We kissed each other from one end of our bodies to the other over the next two and a half hours. The sex, as usual, was outstanding, and again as usual, when I left her we were both wrecked, but something this time was different, something was not quite right.
I’d kept thinking of Mum all of the time that I’d been with Jane, I was still angry at her for screwing Dad, and used that to justify my being there with Jane, when I was showing signs of having feelings about my Mother. As I drove home, I couldn’t get Mum out of my mind, I felt as though I’d been unfaithful to her. The more I thought about it of course, the more that I realised, and had to accept as fact, that she was married to Dad. And as such they had every right to screw each other stupid every night if they wanted to, and if the sex wasn’t as good as she wanted, that was then her problem.
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