I was living in China in my second year teaching English to private students and businessmen. I'd found a particular niche for myself and was enjoying life. I'd learnt in particular the pleasures to be found in Chinese women. Sometimes shy on the outside they were without fail incredibly sexual creatures. Always loud, always incredibly wet and hot for Westerners like me. I didn't miss home too much nor family or friends truth be told. I was a late bloomer when it had come to sex and this was my time to make up for lost time!
Calling home one time though I was hit by the news that Dad had cancer. Of course he downplayed it being that kind of Englishman but having thought about it briefly I booked a flight home, against his advice of course. I stopped over in Zurich on the way home only to receive a call from my aunt telling me to take a taxi to the hospital. Shit! I got there just in time. It was as well I got the flight when I did.
Events sweep you along as I helped to organize the funeral, probate and all sorts of other items, most small, some large. Mummy held it together pretty well but let me take the lead, as did my sisters who both had both work and children to preoccupy them. Things went well enough though and as smoothly as could be expected. The funeral was cathartic for us and we slowly began to focus on the future. Was Mummy going to stay put and was I going to stay in the country? All was up in the air. For the moment I knew I couldn't leave her. We did decide though that she would probably be best off downsizing. As part of that process we went through all Dad's stuff being pretty ruthless in chucking stuff out, even filling up a skip. Mummy had taken the opportunity to go through her stuff too, chucking out a fair amount of her clothes in what seemed to be a purge of anything remotely sexy. I wasn't at all sure this was healthy for her so covertly held a fair amount back.
We inevitably became closer as Mummy leaned on me emotionally and I enjoyed being cooked for and generally pampered likewise. We spoke like we'd never done before. As this went on I kept returning to all the lingerie I'd kept back from the skip. I'd even try them on slightly ridiculously. I was sexually frustrated and turned on by them, by their material and of course by their association with Mummy. This wasn't so healthy for me I thought! So I went online and started to date a few girls. Nothing serious. One I'd been chatting to for quite a while but hadn't actually yet met, so that when we did eventually meet we'd built expectations up a fair bit. We kissed as soon as we met in the railway station. We kissed like I'd never kissed anyone before. It was electric. We made love that night at hers and it was sensational! It had been a while and Sylvia was exactly what I needed. Happily I seemed to fulfil an equal need in her. She lived a couple of hours away but that's not too much and we began to see a fair bit of each other.
The sex was fantastic and somehow became increasingly kinky. I quickly assumed the dominant role as she settled in to the submissive. Further I became her 'Daddy' just as she became 'Mummy' to me. Probably because of her high-powered job Sylvia loved deferring to me in the bedroom and outside of it too. Finally she came to stay the weekend at my mother's since I didn't have my own place to live in just yet. Mummy was thrilled and liked Sylvia immediately. They cooked for me together in the kitchen, happily discussing what I liked and making all sorts of jokes, no doubt at my expense. All I heard was laughter as I lazily watched the cricket next door. Supper was unsurprisingly delicious and we made a merry threesome. Eventually I took Sylvia to bed as we bade goodnight to my mother. Sex was again unbelievable, as we seemed equally turned on by our fucking at my childhood home. As usual she was 'Mummy' as 'Daddy' fucked her.
The next morning we woke in each other's arms as the sun poured in through the thin curtains. Off we went again fucking each other in a frenzy. Wow! Finally I went down for some breakfast as Sylvia took a well-earned bath. Mummy was down already.
"Did you call me just now?"
She asked.
"No."
I replied unthinkingly.
"I was sure you did. Repeatedly in fact!"
