I sat up in bed I watched as a naked Mrs Jean Slater, pulled back the covers and stood. Her back to me, she bent and picked up her bra where she left it eight hour before. I had to admire a woman of her age. At forty six she still had the body of a woman twenty years younger. She wrapped the garment around her rib cage, snapped the clasp, spun it around and brought the cups over her still firm breasts.
She picked up the hip hugging briefs that I all but ripped from her in my mad rush to fuck her. She put them to her nose. She turned showing me her pussy. The lips still engorged red, a sign of her still aroused state. Lips that I had licked and suck and fucked for all but a brief period of the time while we rested between bouts of frenzied sex.
"You might want to use these to get rid of that." she said as she flung her underwear at me.
"You could always come back to bed and finish me off."
"I could but I have a daughter I'm expecting home in the next hour."
"I should get myself moving then. Don't want to be caught by Tracy like this."
What I didn't say was I knew fine well where her daughter was. Tracy knew exactly where I was and what I'd been doing. You see while I'd spent the night with Jean Slater. Tracy Slater had spent the night with my father. Hopefully having as enjoyable a time as me.
Jean walked naked arsed to the door and opened it. She looked down and picked up her skirt and blouse. She came back in and placed the skirt on the bed. The blouse she put on, soon followed by the skirt to cover her pussy.
"You get in the shower while I make coffee and then you make yourself scarce."
"You could join me?"
"I could but I'm not going to. A girl of my age needs a rest after a night like this."
I was out of the bed. My cock still hard and pointing towards her face.
"No Rob, go shower and get going."
"There going to be a next time?" I asked.
"You want there to be?"
"Yes, yes I do."
"We'll see." She slapped my arse and moved out of the away to let me pass.
A drink of coffee, a kiss on the lips and a feel of her pussy and I was gone. I waved as I moved off. A left turn followed by a right and I smiled. Tracy's car was coming towards me. I slowed to a stop and opened the window. Tracy stopped beside me. She was smiling.
"Hi, how'd it go?"
"Hi, it was fantastic. I think Mark is worn out. He's still in bed and I think he'll be there for some time."
I reached out and we bumped fists.
"Phase one complete," I said.
"On to phase two. I'll go and prime mum now. I'll keep in touch. See you soon."
"See you," I said as I moved off.
I felt good as I crept into the house. A look in on dad to see him asleep and I came down feeling hungry. Dad was still asleep after I made a fry up, washed the dishes and then went out for a run. It was lunch time before he came down stairs. Dad was smiling when he surfaced.
"You look happy dad. First time I've seen you smile since mum left."
"I've decide to put your mother and that scum bag behind me and get on with my life."
"And what brought this on?' I asked knowing full well why he was so chipper and positive like his old self.
"I've met someone," he said, a little flush to his cheeks.
"A woman?"
"Yes of course, a very lovely young lady."
"And did she stay the night?" A question I knew the answer to.
"You said a young lady, how young?"
"Twenty seven."
"That young?"
"Yes she says she likes older men."
"Sixteen years younger and you then?"
"Yes but she doesn't mind at all. She says she's had her fill of young boys and wants maturity in a relationship."
Those were words Tracy had said some time ago. I can so well remember our first meeting. I'd finished on the squash court. Peter and I picked up our bags and he opened the door. We walked out. Two ladies were on the way in. I smiled at a pretty face.
"Hi," she said, "Your Robert Green,"
"Yes."
"Hi, I'm Tracy Slater and I've been meaning to get in touch. I think we should talk."
A pretty ladies, a few years older than me but still very nice. I knew who she was and who her father was.
"We could. You got your phone?" I asked.
"Sure give me a minute. Franky, you go warm up I'll be in a mo."
I found my phone and she gave me her number. We parted and I said I'd call.
I knew Miss Slater from school. She started when I was in the sixth form. She was never my teacher. A lot of the boys and I suspect some of the girls were in love with her. I might include myself in that but as I had a girlfriend at the time I was more interested in getting into Daisy O'Conner's knickers than fantasising about Miss Slater.
"What was all that about?" Asked Peter.
"You remember Miss Slater from school?"
"Oh yes. The number of times I fantasised about her."
"Well what ever you did in your dreams that was her. She's the daughter of the man who mum ran off with."
"So why she want to talk to you?"
"No idea. I'll ring her and find out."
That meeting with Tracy Slater was some six weeks after mum and Howard Slater ran way. It was the weekend between Christmas and New Year. She left dad a note on the kitchen table when he came back from playing golf. 'David by the time you read this I will be long gone. I've met someone that I want to be with more than you and Robert. I hope one day you will find it in your heart to forgive me. Love Jenny xxx'
I couldn't understand why mum would do such a thing. She left a note with kisses on it. That I found hypocritical. My mum had been having an affair behind dad's back. We found out the other half was a guy called Howard Slater and he and mum had been having the affair for nearly a year by the time they ran away together.
I rang her the next day. "Hi Tracy, its Rob Green."
"Hi Rob. As I said yesterday We should talk. My mum needs help getting over what has happened and I was wondering how your dad was getting on? Maybe we could think of ways to help them."
"Sure anything to get dad out of the mood he's in."
We planned to meet in a pub we both knew. I was eighteen and could drink. Tracy looked special as she came in. I ordered drinks and we sat and talked. Mainly about her mum and my dad.
"You think what we can do? We could meet again?"
"You play squash a lot?"
