On a fine Sunday morning in early September 1978, Jeff awoke in unfamiliar surroundings; after a couple of seconds of disorientation, he realised he was in Mona's bed and remembered that she was sleeping downstairs on the sofa in her parents' house. Then it hit him; his stomach sank; he had proposed marriage to Mona after fucking her on her parent's lounge floor in the early hours of the morning. She'd been thrilled, ecstatic even; he knew now, in the cold light of day, that it had been a big mistake. He needed to speak to her, to explain that he'd got lost in the moment, and to ask that they keep quiet about it and spend more time getting to know each other before making any commitment.
Jeff cleaned his teeth hurriedly in the family bathroom and got dressed quickly to find Mona and speak to her before she said anything to her parents about getting engaged. He could hear muffled voices from the kitchen below, so he knew that the family were up and about; he hoped desperately that she hadn't announced his proposal to her parents.
He'd been going out with Mona for just three weeks and had previously known her slightly through a friend's fiancé. They'd got together at the recent wedding of those friends; they had kissed passionately behind a curtain in an empty side room where the function had taken place. Alcohol had flowed and they had both had their share; he'd been delighted to find that Mona was wearing stockings, something he'd made the most of by lifting her dress and slipping his finger inside her panties and between her pussy lips; She'd been heading for an orgasm when the mother of the bride had walked into the darkened room, uttered an embarrassed, "Oh dear!" and asked if they had seen her husband. The spell was broken, and they returned sheepishly to the main function room.
As the wedding reception drew to a close, a frustrated Jeff asked a frustrated Mona out for a drink on the following Tuesday evening. She turned up in stockings again and he fucked her in his car whilst it was parked in a gateway, after dark, along a quiet country lane.
Jeff sat in the front passenger seat with Mona on his lap; they both faced forwards and she sat on his hard cock with her summer dress pulled up to her hips; his fingers massaging her clitoris; she had already explained to him that she couldn't reach orgasm through penetration alone; the back of her head rested on his left shoulder.
He admired her stocking-clad legs and heeled sandals; he glanced down at her discarded panties in the footwell as he shot his semen into her tight little cunt. Seconds later, his deft fingers made her come with her back arched and her pussy full of cock.
That was almost there weeks ago, but now an anxious-looking Jeff entered the kitchen hoping to entice Mona to her bedroom on the pretext of searching for his car keys. He was too late; the moment Mona's father saw him, he shook his hand and offered his congratulations, with an expression of hope that he wouldn't let his daughter down. She'd had a previous disappointment when an engagement had been broken off and this all seemed rather sudden. Nevertheless, Mona's father seemed willing to give him the benefit of the doubt.
Mona was all smiles; she hugged her father and he made a considerable fuss of her; her mother, Maggie, had said nothing; she wore a half smile that didn't reach her eyes.
"Are you happy for me Mum?"
"Of course, Mona, I'm delighted for you both," said Maggie without making eye contact with Jeff.
"Oh, Jeff, I'm so happy, I don't want to wait too long before we get married."
Jeff's heart sank but he tried to look pleased, "Well, we need to think all of this through, there's a lot to consider, and it's not going to be cheap."
"Don't worry, lad, we've got some money saved up; never let it be said that I can't afford to pay for my daughter's wedding," said her father.
Maggie pretended to busy herself wiping down the kitchen worktops, but she'd picked up the signals given off by Jeff, even though Mona and her father had seemingly been oblivious; she could smell trouble; she gave Jeff a hard stare that made him feel uncomfortable. Mona and her father were in high spirits, but Maggie saw the truth; Jeff suspected that his card had been marked.
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Mona was twenty-five, she was of medium build, and her hair was mid-brown and hard to manage; she had the pretty blue eyes and nice legs of her mother but was self-conscious about the size of her backside; it wasn't huge but, with her slightly smaller-than-average breasts, it gave her a pear-shaped figure. Maggie, on the other hand, had a slim, well-proportioned figure that she hid under frumpy clothes, like many long-time married women in their late forties. Nevertheless, she still had her looks and, with a little effort, could easily have made herself more attractive and desirable.
Maggie had married young; Jim was a decent but uninspiring man; they'd married when she was eighteen because she had become pregnant; the pregnancy had not lasted full term but they got married anyway. After twenty-seven years of marital routine, the spark had gone out of their relationship. Jim was still in love with her, and she was fond of him in her way, but they did very little together. Jim worked full-time in a local factory and spent weekends taking their fifteen-year-old son, Martin, to play football for a local youth team.
Maggie worked part-time as a clerk at a local textile firm; she had a permanent feeling of disappointment that, at times, was tinged with regret and jealousy; regret at not having lived a full exciting life in her teens and early twenties, and jealousy because her daughter seemed to be doing just that.
Jeff could tell that Maggie hadn't warmed to him; she was polite enough, and she made the right noises, but he felt no sense of warmth from her. They'd only met briefly on a handful of occasions but Jeff sensed a coolness on Maggie's part. As he stood in the kitchen watching the delight etched on Mona and her father's faces, he realised he was trapped. How could he announce now that he had made a mistake and that he couldn't possibly marry Mona?
Something told him that Maggie wouldn't be disappointed if he did but it didn't make it any easier. He felt as though she was watching him like a spider watches its prey, waiting for a wrong move so that she could pounce and devour him.
"You must come to my works dinner dance," said Jim, "both of you, it's a week on Thursday night. Can you make it Jeff?"
"Er yeah, I suppose."
"We'd love to," said Mona.
"When are you two getting engaged? It would be great to show you off to my workmates at the dance."
"We can look for a ring next weekend, that's alright isn't it Jeff?"
"Uh yes, next weekend."
