I was rich, very rich. I was born, twenty one years ago, with a silver spoon in my mouth. My parents were titled, Earl and Countess of Bamford, in a midlands county. He was addressed as your Lordship and his wife was your ladyship. A load of cobblers are as far I was concerned. They were called mother and father by me. That was until sixteen months ago when my father died after a short illness with cancer. I became the Earl and I now I'm living the dream.
My elevation to the title was a surprise to me, my father was, until his illness, a robust and healthy man with a zest for life and was in his late forties. He and mother were very sociable people who mingled with their peers, they partied and holidayed in exotic parts of the world. As an earl he had huge responsibilities, his land was large with many prosperous farms and he attended the House of Lords frequently He seemed set to go on for years till he called in his doctor because he was getting severe headaches. Within weeks he was dead.
I had to sell some land to help pay for death duties. This tax has crippled many large estates in the UK, many have gone under and many have decreased in size but luckily my father was entrepreneurial and made sufficient money to cover most of the tax. After dealing with the death duty I was still extremely rich.
It took me just over a year to deal with the changeover and I was exhausted. I still operated a large area of land with the help of a manager. He was the person who really ran the estate giving me time to do my own thing.
My mother by this time had become depressed, complaining how she missed her husband. While he was alive they lived the life of the rich, partying with other aristocrats and the elite of the sporting and showbiz world but since his passing she has become a hermit. She rarely leaves the family home.
Mother was a very pretty woman. Apart from her impeccable upbringing she had the benefit of a beautiful body, something that I found very interesting as did her male and female acquaintances. She was forty six years of age but looked more like in her late twenties. She was five foot eight tall with long blonde hair, blue eyes and a smile that melted the hearts of those lucky enough to see it.
Her breasts were large with no discernible droop and her bum was tight, round and moved sensually when walking. Her stomach was flat and if she hadn't been an aristocrat could have been a model. All that was wasted now as she withdrew within herself. She still dressed impeccably, wearing skirts that reached her knees and blouses that hid her breasts and wore shoes with heels that made her arse sway enticingly while walking.
I've had my share of lady friends but my mother seemed more sexy than any of them. I have at times lusted after my mother but my girl friends have assuaged my sexual needs. It always amazed me to take a society woman to places like Ascot or Henley to see how elegant and poised they carried themselves in public but when.in private they act like sluts.
I walked into the dining room one morning for breakfast and found my mother looking stressed and a hint of tears in her eyes. "What ho, mother, what's ticking you off this lovely morning?"
She didn't reply, bit her lip and continued eating her breakfast. Suddenly tears fell from her eyes. "Oh, Robert, I feel so lonely these days, I miss your father so much."
"You should socialise more, Mother, instead of shutting yourself off from all your friends. I'm sure you won't have trouble meeting someone. You are a very beautiful woman, there would be loads of men who would be ready to court you. You are the Dowager Countess after all."
"Please, Robert, don't call me that, it makes me feel so old In any event I doubt I would meet anybody like your father. He was so full of life and a very robust lover, it's that I miss the most, we had such a great sex life. Sorry, I shouldn't be talking to you like this."
"That's alright, Mother, I'm concerned about you. You deserve better and you're too young to give up living properly. Now I've got time, I think we should have a party like in the old days. Do you want to organise it, it'll give you something to do and you can invite who you like."
To my surprise she agreed to it and I could see a glimpse of mother of yesteryear. And so it came to pass that three weeks later we had a small party of thirty people. All went well as mother met her old friends. Nearly everyone was listed in Burkes peerage with a sprinkling of nouveau riche. Mother was back to her sparkling best, dressed in a dress that left her back naked nearly down to her buttocks, I don't understand ladies apparel but to me it seemed to me that she was not wearing a bra. The dress was discreet enough not to show if she was braless or not
Mother was not alone in her attire, most of the ladies wore clothes that were revealing but the the men all wore dinner suits. A small band played music to dance to and some people were drinking too much. Later that became obvious as the ladies removed some top clothes, either because of heat or drink. There was no misbehaviour just more skin was exposed.
Later on I noticed mother was missing, I put that down to to her being a good hostess and ensuring everything was in good order. Ten minutes later I became concerned, mother was still missing so I went looking for her. I was worried if the evening had become too much for her.
I searched the downstairs rooms, there are a lot of them, as I was about to go upstairs when I heard a muffled scream from the orangery. I rushed there to see two people struggling, one a man and the other a woman. I barged into them separating the couple. To my disgust the man, Lord *****ly had pulled the dress of my mother down and my mother was crying. "You basted," she screamed at him, "get out of my house before I do something nasty to you."
She stood glaring at him in her anger, spittle drooling from her mouth. Mother was so angry she hadn't adjusted her clothing and her tits were uncovered. Her assailant had left rapidly before I had chance to give him a punch on his smug face. Mother started crying and snuggled up to me pressing her bare breast into my chest. I held her gently for a few minutes until her sobbing finished. "Mother, I'm sorry this happened but I don't understand why you are in here with him!"
"I told him about the grapes you are growing and he said he was interested and asked to see them so I brought him here. Everything was alright until he put his arm around my waist and I told him to behave himself. He had had too much to drink and that must have caused him to put his hand on my breasts, that's when I screamed and then he pulled my dress. Which reminds me, my dress is still down, I'm sorry that you have seen me like this. she pulled away from me and adjusted her dress.
"That's OK, mother, you have beautiful tits and I have enjoyed seeing them, you have a lovely body and you have nothing to apologise for."
Mother stood a while looking at me, "Oh, my God, you sound so like your father and the older you get the more you look like him. I have an inkling that that has been my problem, I'm seeing you and missing my husband. As I admitted a while ago I haven't sex for over two years and it's beginning to get to me."
"Is there anyone here tonight you fancy, even if only for sex?"
She shook her head, "there is but he's not available."
"I would let morals deter you, it would only be cure for what ails you." I replied.
"You don't understand, son, you are the one not available."
I just stared at my beautiful mother, her dress barely covering her breasts. I didn't know how to answer that, I have often thought my mother was very sexy but I've never imagined being intimate with her.
She saw the confusion in my face and said," I'm sorry I shouldn't have told you that, but when I see you my mind goes to my husband and all that that entails. If I wasn't your mother would you fancy me enough to be my lover?"