This is something that started at Christmas, well in reality is started April the year before when Ruby took her last breath at the age of ninety-one. Ruby and her husband Terry at twenty-nine years her junior had four children. Well I suppose in many ways this story started forty-seven years earlier in 1976 when Jeffery and Elizabeth both died in a car collision. Keep up, it's getting there.
Elizabeth was a single parent mother driving her far from healthy ancient Austin 1100 at seventy miles per hour on the M2 motorway on a nice clear day with a dry road and suddenly the car jerked violently to the right into the side of another car then spun round over to the left under a lorry in the exit slip road. The ensuing catastrophe resulted in a road closure for over four hours and seventeen vehicles in a horrific tangle of scrap metal. Out of the twenty-four people in the vehicles eighteen simply got out with only minor cuts and bruises, six were trapped and two of those were extracted by members of the public, both had broken bones. The other four had to be extracted by the emergency services, three were seriously injured, Elizabeth was pronounced dead at the scene. A total of nine were taken to hospital: four released that day, Jeffery died that day, two released the following day and the remaining two were there for weeks.
The investigation established a drive shaft joint had failed in Elizabeth's car and the drive shaft worked like a vaulting pole against the road.
Two days after the devastation Ruby at the age of forty-four sat in the very plush waiting room with with her only daughter, Anne twenty-one, and a very shaken and nervous looking Terry, Ruby to identify Jeffery, her Husbands, body and Terry, that will be me, to Identify my mother Elizabeth's Body.
There was an awful lot of crying and if I'm honest the details of that day, of that several weeks are not clear, more than that the only single thing I truly remember is the way ruby and Anne stood there balling their eyes out and in their grief opened their arms to take me in to their huddle.
I had hardly any clue about looking after myself, sure I bathed okay and wouldn't starve; Mum had held down a reasonable job and usually got home after me so I'd often have dinner ready for her and I did okay at a bit of cleaning. However looking after a home was a different ball game and where does money come from to pay for food and rent etcetera?
Next thing that happened, and I still don't know the details of just how it happened, I moved in with Ruby and Anne and I'd told them I was expecting to leave school three months later.
I was born in 1960 I was a real nerd and so far advanced in my education I skipped second year of senior school and then fourth to take my O levels two years early, so while those my age were preparing for their O levels I was in upper sixth and preparing for my A levels.
I rather liked my new home and the arrangements of living with two attractive ladies, I seemed to be getting on particularly well with Anne and could easily imagine us becoming an item as they say these days. However the interest wasn't reciprocal.
Ruby rather liked a drink and over six months the drinking increased steadily every evening, nearly always wine with dinner and a bit more afterwards so by mid evening she would be happy, not drunk but I'll describe it as loose tongued so I heard all about Jeffery and the times they'd enjoyed together in more detail than a teen ought to hear.
I was rather surprised he was a lot older than her, fifty-two when Anne was born which made the age gap twenty-nine years. The significance of the age gap didn't go unnoticed by either of us and she made some dramatic statement about sugar daddies and toy-boys on more than one occasion. One evening she was maybe a little more under the influence than usual and made the comment about sugar daddies and toy boys in a much more defined way than previous times and she sat with me rather more intimately than had normally been the case and eventually kissed which turned very intimate and suddenly stopped and she left the room.
I heard her mumbling something about being silly, in fact I think I heard talking and Anne seemed to be giving her permission to do something. I only heard part of the conversation but adding two and two and two together I came up with five and a quarter, it must have been half an hour later Anne went to see her boyfriend and Ruby Returned. I was in the middle of watching a quiz program on television and she sat down beside me wearing less than I thought she had on before, I was convinced that she's had a jumper on earlier and now she was just wearing a white blouse which although not see through I could just about make out that the lack of the bra allowed the dark patches of her areola to show through to be discernible
I can't remember what the question was on the quiz programme and bearing in mind this was 1976 where everything on television was very controlled, not controlled as such but spoken words were very carefully chosen to not be offensive. There was some question about relationships something like your grandfather's mothers sister would be what relationship to you.
Ruby asked; "Do you see me as a mother?"
I truthfully answered "No."
"Do you see me as a lover?"
I couldn't answer that question because as a teenager with the raging hormones that were charging around my body, every woman, and I mean every woman, was seen as a potential lover.
The discussion if we could call it a discussion we were having was enough to set off my second brain to raising the point, Ruby very quickly noticed and this virgin stood no chance. She turned towards me and smothered my mouth for a big wet sloppy kiss and did something that I had never ever even dreamt of, she forced her tongue between my lips. Initially taken so unaware that I didn't really like what was happening, however I soon joined in, and really joined in when I realised how strangely lovely tongue wrestling was.
Then... then a hand held of the back of one of mine to position it firmly on her substantial round soft breast, I had dreamt in no uncertain terms of handling the mysterious orbs of flesh that fifty percent of the population proudly carry on their chests, it was soft, it was comfortable, it was like a switch was flicked and I suddenly had the holy grail permission to all those pent up ideas in my brain, to do something with a woman started happening. I half pushed her away so that I could undo the buttons on her blouse, pulled the tails from her skirt and slipped it off her shoulders to reveal for the first time in all their naked glory a real pair of breasts for me to play with, I didn't really know what to do with them but kneading them and stroking them was doing wonders for my self-esteem and my erection and my confidence was now boosted.
Finding the button on her skirt waistband and pulling on the zip soon had the wrap of cloth completely undone and falling on the floor to reveal the almost black patch of hair in that area that was also always very carefully not visible in the porn magazines of the era. That which I had been unable to see in every well thumbed and sticky paged mucky mag suddenly came into view, there it was in real life and sliding my hand down to comb the hair with my fingers and moving further down I found nothing I was used to putting my hand between my legs and finding a bag of balls and a handle to play with, suddenly there is nothing which came as a bit of a surprise, it was not what I expected to feel but I must have been doing something right even though I didn't know what I was doing as Ruby's actions started to become quite animated and bending her body into some sort of position whereby what I was doing, whatever I was doing, was being done in the right place.
Again I didn't know what I was doing or even what to do, then I saw and felt one of her breasts being lifted into place against my mouth so I so I licked, I just licked the breast and then feeling part of it get hard and form a lump and then felt that being positioned between my lips, it seemed the right thing to do was to suck. Ruby's actions confirmed that I was doing the right thing and the actions against my hand increased until she was jerking quite heavily squashing my hand against my hip and continuing to jerk in some quite frenzied movements with various noises of hopefully happy noises coming from her mouth.
The actions got harder, the noises got louder and I filled my pants, the first time I'd cum without my five fingered friends involvement.
Wow my breathing was heavy and laboured, Ruby's breathing almost sounded asthmatic as we started on the downward spiral to normality.
My first sexual experience with a partner wasn't quite as I may have expected but...
The following day there was a strange sort of silence between us, more like a hesitation until Ruby took hold of me, she placed her hand on my shoulders and pulled us fairly close them tipped my head forwards until our foreheads touched; "Look... It's like this... erm... I'm sorry Terry, last night shouldn't have happened... okay?"
"Yes I'm okay thanks Ruby." And that was the end of it...
Except... There was this little something there, there always seemed to be little touches, greeting hugs and kisses seemed to mean that little bit extra.
