She looked beautiful, oh so beautiful to me, dressed in her black dress. Her long golden hair pinned back and up in a nice bun. Her face no longer obscured by the thin dark veil hanging from her hat. The funeral was nice, but I would rather have just skipped it and just tossed the fucker in a shallow grave and pissed on him. My stepfather Darnell was a real piece of shit. I had clocked him a few times over the years for laying his hands on my mother. She had forbid me to do much else. Slap him around a little, punch his lights out some, put him in his place, but once he is down, leave him be. I'm a big guy at 6'-4" and solid. My mother raised me on hard work, responsibility and getting shit the fuck done.
My father died when I was young in a military training accident, of which we were well compensated for since they were responsible for his death. I don't remember much of him. Up until Darnell came along it was just the two of us. My brothers had run away from the small town life when they hit 18. I was the youngest, moms baby. When I turned 18 I went to work. I wasn't going to leave her with that asshole, and she knew it to. I gave up college, maybe the military, and maybe even football for her. Do I regret it? Oh hell fucking no I don't regret it.
Prior to the asshole marrying my mother, we lived the quiet life. Just the two of us. We were close and we were good. We went everywhere and did everything together. Mom made dresses as a hobby for people, and at the time I would wear the damn things as she pinned and measured since I was as lean and lanky as some of the girls she was making them for. As time went on though, I filled out and she had to settle for a mannequin.
Our fun stopped when she met Darnell and he wooed her off her feet with promises and promises that he never delivered. Seeing the pattern, she hid her bank accounts from the drunk bastard. She was in love, not stupid. Darnell hated the fact that we were close. He tried to get me to run off too, but the first time he tried I knocked his front teeth down his throat. I wasn't my brothers. I was a fighter. I may have worn Ball gowns and Prom dresses, but I whooped ass.
Anyway, Darnell died when his car was hit by a snowplow on his way home from work. Ka Ching! Life insurance policy on top of another settlement squared mother away for life.
Mother held my hand as we drove home from the funeral reception gathering. She looked beautiful in black as I had said. She wasn't crying. She wasn't smiling. She just held my hand and watched the cold winter scenery go by. I looked down when I felt warm skin and saw that her dress and opened up and her nylon clad thigh was showing. I saw the edge oh her nylon and the white garter she wore. I smiled and let my hand rest on her warm leg. She smiled and squeezed my hand.
"You're as handsome as your father was, Luke. Devilishly handsome." She smiled, drawing my hand closer to her. She looked out the window. I looked down to see the white of her panties and my hand resting so close. My cock has been swelling since I saw her thigh and nylons, now it was growing down my leg, and I am not a small man. 9 inches soft and 10 1/2 fully erect. It bulged down the inside of my thigh. I was hoping she wouldn't notice my discomfort and look over. I focused my thought on other things, but it didn't work as the warm flesh of her thigh and the knowledge that my hand was so close to her was almost too much.
Luckily we got home and after helping her through the snow and inside, I carried in some casseroles and dishes prepared for us by friends. She was in the hall taking off her hat and veil when I closed the door and helped her with her coat and scarf. She smiled and turned around and asked if I could unzip her dress for her. I smiled as I pulled the little black painted metal zipper down slowly to avoid snagging material. I watched as her white bra came into view. Her soft creamy flesh under the bright white lacy material had me throbbing still. I felt pre cum dripping down my leg when the small of her back appeared and the little lacy waistband of her white panties.
"You're so beautiful." I said, placing my hands on her hips and stepping up to her. I kissed her neck and she smiled and reached back and felt my neck. She kissed me.
"Flattery will get you everything, baby." She said, turning and putting her arms around my neck. "Your aunt Helen will be over soon so go shower and change, but know that I always knew that you would stand by me when I needed someone the most, and I am glad it is you that stayed."
