After the funeral we were all invited back for the wake, the reception and get together being at the family home. I had decided it wasn't something the rest of my family should endure, my wife not being really one of Mum's favourites, to put it mildly. In fact they were effectively sworn enemies since we had informed my mother and father of our marriage, after the event. They had assumed it was because Janet was pregnant. But that wasn't the case. Janet had been urging us to marry for about two years. Eventually, I went along with it. I was quite keen. But I had always had a roving eye at possibilities with other colleagues, (we worked in the same organisation), and amongst women I knew in politics as well as neighbours.
Anyway, we suddenly decided to get married one day by special licence. I informed Mum afterwards and she went apeshit. Furious with me, but more with Janet, she told us not to expect a wedding gift. We hadn't and didn't get one. Nor did we see much of them after the wedding day either. A few years passed. I yielded to my roving eye, but secretly, within the marriage, we had a child Laura and I saw little of Mum. My father's death was a surprise. He and Mum had been very close. I had remembered their affection for each other in my childhood and adolescence as well as her affection for me. It was mutual.
So now in the kitchen, she and I were ensuring that Mum's guests were fully stuffed and filled with alcohol in the living room. They were mostly older than Mum and came from his side of the family. There were a few of Mum's friends there and with their husbands. Her neighbour Dawn was the centre of some attention, being the only other single woman at the wake.
Everyone was dressed appropriately for a funeral these days. Mum did wear black, though it was a fairly tight fitting dress up to her neck with sleeves to her wrists and the hemline to her knees but not below. For fifty-one she still looked good. She was not a thin one but with full hips and a very reasonable bosom, held up I was sure, with a very firm bra. She wore low heels and hose. Her hips may well have had some support too as her tummy was well tucked in. I broke protocol by not wearing a tie but an open black shirt with a white t shirt underneath.
We had both been busy serving and now were alone in the kitchen having a stiff whisky each, more for reward for our efforts than anything else. Suddenly Mum put her glass on the table moved to me and held me very close.
"Ian, I know we've been so distant these years and it's mainly my fault, but I can't bear it any longer and need to see more of you now." I had been leaning against the edge of the sink and she leaned completely into me crushing me hard. She was about nine inches shorter than me. She sobbed into my shirt giving in to her grief after being so stalwart at the funeral.
I just held her close whilst she gave vent to her sadness. I could feel much of her soft yet yielding body as she held me really tight. It was a very emotional moment for us both. Dawn's voice broke the connection as she entered the kitchen with empty glasses. Struck by our posture, she apologised and instantly retreated with a clear blush on her cheeks. Mum quickly disentangled herself from me but didn't appear embarrassed by Dawn's unexpected entry. She reminded me of her request and I reassured her that I would see more of her and would be staying a few days anyway. Later mixing with Mum's guests, Dawn made her way to me. I hadn't known her that well before today and took her in visually as she descended upon me. She was a bit older than mum, mid-fifties perhaps but hadn't lost her femininity. A dark fullish blouse and tight skirt held her shapely body nicely proportioned with what appeared to be, and were, seamed stockings that were quite unusual these days. She clocked my visual of her and did the same, I thought, to me.
"It's good, at last, to meet you Ian. Oh I'm sorry that was a bit bitchy wasn't it?"
"I didn't take it that way Dawn. Don't worry about it. I'm glad you're so close to each other."
"How did you know Ian?" Again she put her foot in it but soon realised I meant about being neighbours.
"Let's start again Ian shall we?" I moved to more neutral ground as she gradually let go her blushing. Eventually she relaxed and we sat together on one of Mum's couch for an hour filling each other in on our lives. Married, divorced, departed, adult children, she now lived alone happily and, she let me know, liberated by those life changes.
At last guests departed leaving just us three. Mum sat opposite on the other couch and kicked off her shoes, tucking her legs under her dress, but not without my noticing that she too was wearing stockings having revealed her soft white thighs as her stockings ended just above her knees. Still, I clocked it but didn't think about it. She and Dawn filled each other in on the other guests she hadn't met and I just listened enamoured of their easy warmth with each other.
Eventually I made my excuses and departed upstairs, slightly the worse for wear from the day's turmoil and the later drinking. Showering and then collapsing in my old room, I had noticed how little had changed in the room since my departure years ago. I lay on my bed reminiscing about the day, with just my light dressing gown on and open. At that moment a part of me just started to grow all on its own. Then I nursed it so it stood stiff and high as I reflected on the events that appeared to have caused it to stiffen. Mum and her crushing embrace, Dawn's embarrassment both then and later, the sheer lushness they both exuded, Dawn's seams, Mum's white thighs and stockings, her fullness and firmness in my arms. I began to foster my feelings by attending to my stiff by gently stroking the head of my cock.
Was Mum trying to say anything else apart from her need to be closer to her son? Was she sexually aroused? Was she having an affair with Dawn? Did I fancy my mother? Dawn?
Getting up, I crept to the door and opened it quietly ajar. Mum and Dawn were now on the same couch talking softly with Mum's head on Dawn's shoulder and her arm around Dawn's waist. Nothing suspicious in that. I retreated and closed my door. Back in bed, the drink took its toll. My cock diminished of its own accord and I fell asleep.
I dreamt. I was eighteen and coming home one night a bit passed it for the booze. I slipped in the back door as quietly as possible not to waken anyone. A small light came from the living room. Cautiously, I moved to towards the light. Mum. Not alone. With her colleague from work whom she had brought home before. Where was Dad? She was lying back on a chair. Her friend Joan was kneeling on the floor between Mum's thighs. Her eyes were closed. Joan was deep into her cunt sucking for all she could obtain. Mum was in heaven. I quickly retreated to avoid disaster.
I wake in a sweat. It wasn't a dream. It was a reminder of an actual event which I had blocked in my relative innocence. It came to me in an instant. Dawn may well be Mum's lover. Was she fully lesbian or bisexual? I decided to tread warily round my mother. Going downstairs in my dressing gown to the kitchen I was met by Mum at the sink washing some of yesterday's glasses, too delicate for the dishwasher. She was wearing a beige nightie that came down to her knees.
"Hi Ian just clearing after yesterday -- such a mess. Sorry if I disturbed you."
"No Mum not at all. I just woke with a hangover that's all."
She got me a fizzy to settle my head. When I'd drunk it and put the tumbler down, she again came to hug me like yesterday, though dressed very differently. She pressed herself against me.
"Ian, it's so wonderful to have you home. Can you really stay awhile?"
Her free breasts were tight against my chest and her hips hard into me. I started to swell under the gown. She may have noticed for she gradually withdrew so as not to embarrass her or me.
"Love, I'm sorry, I feel so needy, never felt like this before. I want you here to hold me whenever you can. Will you?"
"Of course mum, whenever."
"So, that's a deal then. I have to go to see Dawn too, as I think I may have upset her as well."
"Mum, I'm sure you didn't she's very fond of you."
Nevertheless she went next door dressed in the same nightie with just a dressing gown.
