The Mourning After

Is there anything more depressing than a funeral Mark thought, but he never imagined he'd be at his mother's funeral for a long time to come.

She had died suddenly, and unexpectedly, and the entire family were in stunned silence for the days leading up to the funeral. People came and went from the house, offering the usual condolences, then some distant relatives turned up, and one of them was an 18 year old girl named Sally, and while everyone was sitting around, saying very little, Mark went through to the kitchen to pour another vodka.

Sally followed him in,

"Do you really need that?" she asked.

"Actually yes, it's all that's keeping me upright at the moment." he replied.

"I'm sorry about your Mum." she said.

"Thank you." and he tried to smile at her.

"Are you hungry?" she asked.

"Actually I'm bloody starving but no one else wants to eat."

"Let me knock you up something." as she moved to the fridge.

Mark told her she probably shouldn't, as he didn't want to cause any upset with his siblings. He had always been the 'black sheep' of the family, and usually didn't need to try for his siblings to find faults with his life.

"You want a drink Sally?" he asked.

"Okay, I'll have one." she replied.

"Coke with it?" he asked, and she nodded.

He went to pass her the glass and suddenly realized how good she looked. Curly blonde hair, petit body and nice looking legs under her short skirt. He must have been obvious, as she took the glass, saying;

"Down boy, I know that look.!"

"Well I'm not dead yet Sally." he said.

"No but you're emotional right now." she told him.

He laughed,

"I'm always emotional when I'm with a girl!"

He felt the mood lighten a little, at least in the kitchen, and he took a tea-towel and flicked it at Sally's bum.

"Stop it, stop it you'll upset people!" she said.

She tried to get the towel from him, and as they fought over it, they couldn't help but laugh, and then Mark put his arms around her from behind, holding her so she couldn't take the towel.

"You going to stop?" he asked.

"No, of course not." she laughed.

They continued messing around until the door opened and his elder sister said,

"For God's sake will you show some respect; I might have known you'd even spoil this!"

She closed the door and Sally looked worried.

"Fuck her, she's an uptight bitch and always has been." he said.

"She has a point doesn't she?" said Sally.

"Spoil this she said, how can you spoil a bereavement?"

"I mean you can spoil a party, a wedding, but come on!" he continued.

"Let's have another drink and sit down."

"You'll be drunk!" she told him.

"Kiss me Sally, I've been admiring you since you came in." he said

"No, you've been ogling me you mean!" she laughed.

"Yeah, maybe that too, but you are cute!" he replied.

"I wouldn't want to take advantage of you when you're emotionally vulnerable." she told him.

"Didn't you know, I'm always emotionally vulnerable!" he laughed.

Oh yes, she had heard all about him, the family trouble maker, the black sheep, the womanizer, the drinker, she'd heard more stories than she cared to remember about Mark.

She couldn't help but like him though, even though she knew he'd be trouble. She looked him in the eyes, then found her lips seeking out his. They kissed, and Mark began running his hands over her, feeling those thighs that he'd been 'ogling' as she'd put it. He started unbuttoning her blouse, and slipped a hand over her breast as they kissed passionately.

"Stop!" she said.

"Slow down, we can't carry on here.!

"Don't worry Sally, I've already pissed them of so they won't come through again." he told her.

They resumed kissing and Mark found the zipper on her skirt, pulled it open and let her skirt drop to the floor.

"Jesus, we can't do this here!" Sally protested.

Suddenly, as if to prove him wrong, two sisters appeared at the kitchen door.

"I might have fucking guessed, you'd be screwing someone in the church if you could!"

Sally struggled to pull up her skirt, and Mark had left her bra unclipped, and her breasts exposed.

"I'm sorry." she said to them.

"If it hadn't been you, it'd have been someone else Sally." said one sister.

"Lucky the Reverend isn't female or he'd seduce her during the service!" said the other.

"You see what I mean Sally?" said Mark.

Sally left the kitchen as she straightened out her clothes, and Mark poured himself another drink. Then the sisters left and he was alone again, and feeling depressed.

His Mum had secretly admired his lifestyle, 'like a rock star without the fame and fortune' she would joke, though she'd wished he would settle down with some nice girl, and stop his wicked ways.

Sally came back through.

"We're leaving soon, thought I should say goodbye." she smiled at him.

"You could stay, I have my own flat." he said.

"Don't tempt me, please." she said.

Tell them you're staying to help until the funeral, it wouldn't be a lie." he said.

"No, I better go back, but I'll see you on Tuesday for the funeral." she told him.

She kissed him on the cheek, smiled, and she left.

Tuesday arrived, and it was 7am when Mark poured his first vodka. The funeral was at 11am, and it was a cold frosty morning, and he was dreading it. He'd only been to one funeral before and found it an awful experience, but this time he had a bit of a role to play, holding a cord as the coffin was lowered down.

By 10am he'd had half a bottle of vodka and was still as sober as he'd ever been. Didn't stagger, didn't stumble, didn't slur his speech. No one would have known he'd had a drink at all.

The cars arrived and the family got into the limos, meaning Mark had to be in an enclosed space with his dreaded siblings. As they arrived at the small country church, people were standing about outside, smoking, and waiting for the coffin to arrive.

Mark spotted Sally and she went over.

"Let's walk." he said.

"The funeral Mark, we can't!"

"The box isn't even here yet, come on, take me out of here for a bit." he begged.

They walked away from the crowd and he took her to the back of the church, and in a secluded part of the graveyard they began kissing again. Mark was aching to feel alive after days of being around death. He slipped his hand up Sally's short skirt, and rubbed her between her legs. She moaned, and tried to object, but she'd been wanting him since the kitchen a few days before.

"Oh God that feels good Mark." she said.

"I need you right now Sally, I need to fuck you!"

"Not here, surely?" she said.

"Why not, there's only dead people around." he replied.

"The funeral Mark, she was your Mum!" she said.

"I know, we'll go in soon." he said, as he rubbed her now soaking wet crotch.

Sally dropped down, and unzipped his fly, then pulled out his cock and began to suck him. She'd been dreaming of taking him in her mouth, and had wanted to the other day. Now she was sucking like mad on him.

Mark pulled her up and turned her around, bent her over, and as she leaned on the church wall, pulled her tights and panties down just enough to slide his cock inside her wet pussy. Sally moaned with pleasure, as it stretched her wide, and Mark thrust hard into her.

Suddenly a voice.

"I told you didn't I, I fucking told you he'd do something like this!" his sister exclaimed.

"Never could take him anywhere!" said the other.

"As for you Sally, you should be ashamed!" said the oldest.

Sally straightened up, and pulled up her tights and panties, as Mark zipped himself up. Sally apologized as they went around to the church, and they saw that the coffin was heading to the graveside. They'd missed the service, and the scowls came from so many faces. Sally felt mortified, but Mark couldn't care. He didn't believe in God or religion, so as far as he was concerned he hadn't missed anything. He was still there to hold a cord as she was 'laid to rest', another ridiculous term, he thought.

With the graveside ritual complete, Mark sought out Sally as he needed a friendly face if nothing else. His sisters had bluntly told people that he'd "been having sex with a distant relative during the service" so the rumors were flying.

He avoided the limos this time, and went with Sally's family, though there were few words spoken there either. It seemed everyone knew by now, and he was a pariah. Sally still smiled at him though, and held his hand warmly. She was already falling for him, and nothing was going to break her fall.

Back at the house, Mark and Sally walked past all the mourners to the kitchen again.

"Now I really need a drink, you want one?

"Please, make it large!" she replied.

"You made it large already at the church!" Mark smirked, then she couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"You know, if my Mum could have seen what happened today, she'd have been the first one laughing."

"She'd have expected me to do something like that at her funeral, but she wouldn't have frowned like them." as he indicated to his family in the other room.

"So, when are we going to finish what we started?" asked Sally.

"Whenever you like." Mark said, smiling enthusiastically.

Mark led her to the back of the kitchen, where there was a large walk in food store. This time they shouldn't be disturbed.

They kissed again, and quickly began to shed their clothes. Sally had a lovely bum, and Mark was aching to slip his tongue between her cheeks. Sally was just as anxious to get his thick cock back in her mouth. Mark bent her over, spreading her cheeks and running his tongue up and down from the small of her back, to the tight opening of her pussy. She made whining noises as he licked her, never having had anyone do this to her before.

She turned around and dropped to her knees, taking Mark's thick cock in her mouth again. Oh, how she's longed for this, tasting and feeling his size in her mouth. She sucked and wanked him harder and faster, and soon, he was close to filling her mouth with his come.

Sally made the most beautiful noises as she sensed he was close, then, with an almighty thrust he began filling her mouth, spurt after spurt that he'd been waiting days to give her.

Sally was red faced, and her hair had Mark's seed in it too.

"You look fucked! said Mark.

"Well I haven't been, so you better get ready!" she replied, before pulling her tights and panties off completely, then, sitting on a shelf that looked just the right height for Mark to stand and fuck her, she spread her legs as wide as she could.

"You look so good with your legs wide open." said Mark.

"Well you can look at your leisure later, right now I need fucked!" said Sally.

"You're not at all as reserved as you were a few days ago, are you Sally?" observed Mark.

"Yeah, well, now you've corrupted me, Mr. Black Sheep of the family!" she smiled wickedly.

Mark wasted no more time, as he pushed between her juicy labia and slipped his full length inside her. Sally moaned, struggling to keep quiet, knowing the house was still full. She had only been,with one guy before, and he'd been nothing impressive, but now she was in ecstasy, with this big cock sliding in and out of her tight hole.

Mark was loving how tight she was, thinking she must be a virgin, but he knew she was dirtier than she liked to let on. He fucked her harder and suddenly she gushed and he was forced out of her pussy, then slid back into her hard.

"Fuck, I've never done that before!" Sally cried out.

"You do it as much as you like Sally." grunted Mark as the sight had really brought him close.

Sally raised her legs, and put them on his shoulders, and he held her tight as he rammed her, getting closer and closer, then erupting with a huge grunt, and his seed flowed deep in her pussy. He let his weight fall forward, and Sally was pinned to the wall as he recovered, or rather, as they recovered.

Mark stood up, reached for Sally's hand, and pulled her up, then held her. She was surprised, thinking he'd have been gone as soon as he could pulled his clothes back on.

"Maybe you aren't as bad as they all say Mark?" she said curiously.

Mark kissed her on the mouth, then more gently kissed her cheek, and she looked unsure of him.

"Never believe rumors Sally, always make up you own mind." he said.

"Now, am I bad?" he said with a huge grin on his face.

"I'll let you know black sheep, I haven't decided." she smiled at him.

They gathered their clothes and got dressed, then stepped out of the store, looking like they'd just walked out of a train wreck, and, to crown the day, "Oh shit!

It was only the family, the sisters having gathered a few more disapproving relatives, including Sally's Mum, and waited to greet them as they emerged from the store.

Sally couldn't look at them, but Mark smiled, looked straight at them all and. said,

"See Sally, I told you it was the other door!" but no one was laughing.

Mark took Sally's hand, and walked towards them, and they stood aside as they came through. Sally looked up, and tried to speak to her Mum, but she just turned her head in disgust. Mark couldn't resist a last dig, so turned and said,

"See you later sis, it's been a blast!" and they left the house.

"Now what?" asked Sally.

"My flat of course." he replied.

My Mum's never going to speak to me again." she said, as tears began to flow.

"Of course she will, she just needs to make you suffer for a bit for seducing the black sheep! he said smiling.

"You bastard, you seduced me!" she yelled, slapping him on the arm, then bursting out laughing as she realized she'd walked into yet another trap.

Mark laughed, then Sally stopped, "Shit, I'm not wearing my panties, they must be in the store!"

They looked at each other, then burst out laughing, then, with Mark's arm around her, Sally walked into the unknown.