While it wasn't the first time since Rex's death that Mary Cooper had walked along the canalside path, it was the first time that she'd done so in the evening. I say 'evening' but it was by then approaching eleven o'clock, though being mid-summer and with a full moon, it was still warm and far from black-dark.
Mary's destination was the small glade adjacent to the tow-path, which provided a glorious view across the water-meadows towards the cathedral. It'd been a favourite spot with Rex, which was why Mary had paid for a park bench to be installed there in his memory; she'd had quite a wait for the town council to act, but the bench had finally been put in place a week ago.
Mary was a tall, slim brunette, who at forty-eight and as the mother of two grown children, could still draw appreciative glances. Since being widowed, Mary had received several offers of companionship and... more, but had politely declined them all; she was nowadays content with her single life.
As Mary approached the clearing she saw three figures loitering around Rex's bench; as she got closer Mary discerned that they were all young men, probably no older than her own sons, each with a can of beer in his hand. Mary knew two of them, though not by name, having seen them both around the town and down here on the towpath; the third -- a little younger still -- was a complete stranger.
The tall blonde one was the first to speak: "Hello Mrs. C; have you come to check-up on Rex's bench? You've chosen a grand location, Rex would have loved it."
"I know, that's why I wanted it placed here; though given its isolation, I'm now a little concerned that it might get vandalised."
"Don't you worry about that love, those of us who knew Rex won't damage it and we've also put the word out amongst the local kids and scrotes to leave it alone too; they know it'll be such as us rather than the police who they'll be answering to if they fuck with Rex's bench."
Mary stayed silent, signalling her understanding and gratitude only with a smile and a single nod. The blonde boy continued, now directing his words toward his companions: "Shift your arses you two and let Mrs. C sit down; it's her and Rex's bench after all."
Mary began to mutter that this wasn't necessary even as the young men started moving; but the blonde boy was insistent, grasping Mary gently by the upper arm and steering her onto the seat. His other hand moved too and by the time Mary was settled on the bench, he'd freed his cock from his jeans and was guiding it towards Mary's face; after that she'd no further opportunity to speak.
As the rigid shaft slid between her unresisting lips, Mary heard a second voice mumble: "Fuck me, you weren't kidding about her."
