"Mum, I went and saw Duncan yesterday," Amanda said, with a slight tremor in her voice.
Latisha felt her heart flutter momentarily at the mention of her son-in-law's name. She sat at the table with her eyes downcast for a second before taking an involuntarily deep breath and looking up at her daughter. Her daughter's usually vibrant and pretty face appeared so solemn at the present, she thought, and of course she felt for her.
"That's nice, dear. How was he?" Latisha asked, a little nervously.
"I think he is worse, Mum," Amanda responded.
"Worse? How come?" asked Latisha. She was not sure she wanted to hear the answer, but her daughter had asked to speak to her about her estranged husband and somewhat reluctantly she had agreed. Latisha secretly wished that her daughter would not return to Duncan and was quite worried where the conversation might lead.
"Mum, we had sex."
Latisha's heart skipped another beat, and she felt a pang of jealousy in the pit of her stomach at her daughter's candid revelation. She couldn't help but think about her young son-in-law and his 'attributes' and the last time she had enjoyed his personal attention.
"You alright, Mum?"
"Yes...yes, of course. Just a little surprised that is all...didn't think you two would sort things out. Hmm...no, that is great news, Amanda, really," Latisha stammered.
"It wasn't great, Mum. It was terrible. Duncan tried some weird stuff on me, Mum, not normal sorta stuff I can tell you."
Latisha swallowed nervously, "I see."
"Mum, do you think it is normal for a man to want to stick his finger up a girl's bum?"
"Oh...um, it all depends, I guess, what ever rocks your boat, they say," Latisha said, quite surprised at her daughter's question.
"Well Mum, it doesn't rock my boat, I can tell you. I mean to say, a real lady would not permit that behaviour, would she?"
"Mum, would she?"
Latisha felt her cheeks redden slightly, "No, I don't suppose so. But, each to their own, Amanda, I would not want to be too judgemental of others. What consenting people do in the privacy of their own homes...."
"But I was not consenting. He tried to tie me up first, bloody weirdo, and of course he wanted me to dress up in some tarty outfit, the creep..."
Latisha was sure she was blushing even more now, and she quickly hopped up off the chair to go to the fridge. "Would you like some water, dear?"
"He never finished, Mum, didn't even really get started properly before I jumped up and got out of there!"
Latisha walked back over with a bottle of water and a couple of glasses, then sat back down and gripped her daughter's small hand. She was somewhat elated to hear that Duncan had not gone all the way with Amanda, and things were still strained between the pair.
"Mum, I think Duncan is seeing someone else!" Amanda blurted.
Latisha nearly chocked on her mouthful of water she had just taken, "What?"
"I went back to the apartment today. You know how he has bought me slutty little outfits in the past...that, I might add, I have never worn?"
"Mmm, yes," Latisha said, as she carefully sipped some more water, her heart racing again.
"Well, I am sure one of them has been worn, a short leather skirt and lacy bodice and some other things. I found them in a drawer, all creased up and smelling of perfume!"
"Um...maybe it was...maybe it was Duncan. You know he likes to wear that stuff sometimes, pet," Latisha offered, squirming momentarily on her seat.
"No, Mum. It's all way to small for him, the prick. I know he is seeing someone else...that is why he tried that weird stuff on me. Some slut has been teaching him some new things since we were together last, I am sure of it!"
"I think you are just being a little silly, my dear, imagination running away a bit..." Latisha said, somewhat patronisingly.
"I also found these..." Amanda held up a pair of expensive looking lace g-strings, "They are not mine, Mum. I found them in his drawer...and they have been worn!"
Latisha looked down at the underwear dangling from her daughter's fingers and instantly recognised them. They were hers!
"I...I...don't know what to say..." Latisha stammered, her face blushing a deep crimson.
"Don't worry, Mum, she can have him for all I care. Stuff him!"
* * *
The next day Latisha rang Duncan's mobile phone, "It's me...yep...ah huh...of course...yes Duncan...that's right...can't get enough. Listen...I need to speak to you..."
It had been several weeks since Latisha had first had sex with her son-in-law, and now it seemed whenever her husband, George, was away at sea, Duncan would contact her. Sometimes their liaisons were brief, just a quick bang at his apartment on her way past after doing some banking, well quick for her son-in-law anyway. Twice, they had spent most of the night together, and they had fucked numerous times.
Funnily enough, Latisha had been a most unwilling victim at first. Duncan had threatened to send her husband footage he had sneakily taped of their first time together, when she had let her cock-teasing get a little out of hand, something that Latisha had certainly not meant to happen. Now, Latisha found it increasingly difficult to keep away from the young man's hard cock and his rough treatment. Latisha had recently discovered she loved to be mistreated during sex, something she could not ignore, and it worried her.
Later that evening, Latisha drove around to her son-in-law's. Somewhat reluctantly she had decided to tell him it was over, she could not continue to screw him anymore now that her daughter was suspicious of him. It pained her to think of the hurt that would befall Amanda should she ever discover it was her very own mother that was fucking her estranged husband!