"At last I who from the fiery pit hath come, do prevail," I proclaimed, waving my three pronged oversized toasting fork threateningly.
"For although like a lion I can loudly roar" -- each night of the performance at that high vocal point I had managed to get a very satisfying terrified scream from at least one kid in the audience, and that would set off other infant howls and wails -- "I can purr like feline tame to bring about my wicked aim; and so my evil triumphs over good."
"Not so foul fiend."
The Good Fairy appeared in a pool of light, dressed in some stiff gauzy material that stood out like those ballet costumes, displaying her long shapely legs right up to her bum which was screened by very brief panties, and the top of the dress displayed a cleavage of magnificent proportions. She waved her magic wand threateningly in my direction, and I obediently cringed.
Actually it was only at the end of the pantomime that the Good Fairy and I, the Demon King, came face to face. For the rest of the time we only wandered on stage occasionally, me uttering vile maledictions and she spouting virtuous platitudes.
It has to be said that the Good Fairy of our pantomime did not accord with the children's' story book version in which she is usually presented as slight of figure.
My taste is rather old fashioned when it comes to women. I liked voluptuous curves; I like women to be women, luxuriant, highly coloured, and exotic. Our pantomime Good Fairy fitted exactly those specifications and she was a terrific sexual turn on. There was just one problem; the Good Fairy was being played by my mother.
She had played the Good Fairy many times before, but this was my first time in the panto, and that Good Fairy costume revealed aspects of mother I had not previously taken into account.
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The annual Wangaloo Christmas pantomime was a mind-numbing affair, lasting for three and a half hours. The actual dialogue that strung the thing together occupied a rough total of around half an hour, and was spoken by the Good Fairy, me the Demon King, and a couple of guys playing a comedy duo. We were all on loan, as it were, from the Wangaloo Thespians, the local amateur drama group.
The other three hours were taken up by the girls from Mrs. McPherson's School of Dance -- Ballet and Tap, (usually pronounced ballyntap) (Fees very moderate). It was Mrs. McPherson who produced and directed the panto and every last girl in her school had to get her five minutes of glory or her parents might not pay next year's fees ($25 or 60 cents per week if paid weekly).
So a few minutes of dialogue, and then the girls would prance on stage for another dance (read lurch), to the delighted sighs of fond parents -- mostly mothers.
The truth was that none of us from the Thespians had any idea what the panto was about, but it didn't seem to matter very much; you just went on stage and spouted forth your lines, got off, and the footing pounding breathless kids would take over again.
Of course the Good Fairy was triumphant at the end, announcing, "Dear boys and girls you need not fear, when the Good Fairy is here. The magic wand I wave, returns foul fiend to the pit again. Be always good, and you will have a happy day."
A wave of her wand and the lighting technician turned off the spotlight that was focused on me, or that was what was supposed to happen. Most nights it took him a while to disengage himself from the girl he had with him in the lighting control box, so Good Fairy and I stood staring at each other mutely from opposite sides of the stage.
Once I'd gone down into the pit -- into the wings actually -- the Good Fairy cautioned the brats in the audience once again; "And now dear children safe you be, for you have seen the foul fiend flee; be always good and hearken unto me; obey you're parents, mum and dad, and thus you'll make Good Fairy glad."
The whole cast now assembled on stage to present a rousing rendition of "Here Comes the Sun," or it was supposed to be a rousing rendition, but since a lot of us didn't really know all the words it tended to tail off towards the end. Then it was all over apart from the excitement of sweaty little dancing girls eager to go and receive the plaudits of their parents and sundry other relatives who had been unable to escape the occasion.
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I'd only recently joined the Wangaloo Thespians and had not wanted to play the role of the Demon King. I'd seen myself playing handsome heroes, but mum talked me into the DK, pointing out that in a small town like Wangaloo the arts must support each other.
I should explain a bit about mum.
For as long as I could remember mum and dad had been members of the Thespians, and it was the Thespians that in a sense was the ruination of their marriage.
Dad was a good looking guy and it was he who got most of the leading male roles. When I was around twelve or thirteen he got a part in a play that included Myrtle Tukes, the local butcher's daughter, who was playing the housemaid.
Dad would have been about thirty three or four and Myrtle was just eighteen. Dad's role involved him playing the philandering husband and he had to drag Myrtle on to the divan and kiss her passionately. The rest had to be left to the audience's imagination because there was a blackout at that point.
I've heard it said that life copies art, but there was no blackout when mum caught dad behind the town hall after the last performance having a quick knee trembler with Myrtle.
After that the atmosphere at home was terrible, and it only ended when dad ran off with Myrtle to the big city, declaring that they were going to make good on the professional stage. Myrtle's dad, Mr. Tukes, was delighted. He said, "The girl is nothing but a slut and she's been screwing every guy in sight since she was thirteen, so let's hope she doesn't come back."
I don't know for sure what happened to dad and Myrtle, but rumour had it that she ended up working in a massage parlour and dad in a hardware super store. They never made it on the stage, and their liaison lasted about a fortnight.
So that left mum and me together.
Apart from her involvement with the Thespians she had been a stay-at-home mum. With dad gone into hiding in the big city mum had to start earning. This was where the Thespians came in. One of the committee members was the mayor, and he got mum a job in the town library, mainly stacking returned books on the shelves, although she did eventually become the library assistant after taking some sort of correspondence course.
After getting mum the job the mayor, Mr. Parsons, seemed to spend a lot of time at our place until he got voted out of office after he got caught screwing the town hall typist.
Mrs. Parsons kept a close eye on him after that and he didn't visit our place any more.
At that time I hadn't really considered my mother's looks, but a particular incident that culminated eventually in the revelation when she played the Good Fairy and I played the Demon King, got me around to considering her looks.
The incident was an embarrassing one for me because she walked in on me while I was masturbating. I thought she would be mad at me, but instead she told me it was okay and that most people did it from time to time.
There was nothing prudish about mum, and she was so understanding and sympathetic that I asked her if she did it and she said that of course she did. That began a little game we played. She would ask me, "Have you come today?" I'd say "yes" or "no," and then ask her if she'd come, and she might say, "Yes," or "I'm going to do it later."
I would sometimes hear her doing it because she made noises like, "Oh...ow...oh...ow...aaaah..." I suppose she heard me as well because I'd make a few noises when I came.
That began my interest in mum as a sexual being, and as I said, it was when she played the Good Fairy and wore that revealing costume I got a real head of steam up over her.
She really was a voluptuous woman and just the sort that occupied my fantasies.
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After the last performance of the pantomime mum and I escaped the odiferous dressing rooms and exited the town hall and out into the fresh air. It had been a hot night, and what with the stage lights we were had both sweated heavily.
We got into the car and headed home, tired after our performances. Mum said, "That's the last time I play the Good Fairy." She'd said that for the past fifteen years which was how long she'd played the part.
