All people having sexual activity in this story are eighteen and over.
Dear MLJ this story was written over 9 months ago. Before you'd given me your wonderful advice.
As we walked home from the hotel, I had my arm around mum's waist and she had hers around mine, "I enjoyed tonight, I'll cook tomorrow and Sunday as I wanted Jim to know about the funeral. Barry, as a family we didn't socialise a lot, we kept ourselves to our self, is there anyone you can think of we should invite to the funeral?"
"Mum, let me think about it, not many of my school friends came around the house, off the top of my head I can't think of anyone who was close to dad, he got on well with my English teacher, she helped him a lot when he was tutoring me, you didn't have any couples you were friendly with?"
"Not really, there's Sister Teresa, the nun I taught English to from France, she helped dad with his book, she'll come and stay for a few days, your dad and I visited her a lot, she was here about three months ago when I was going through a hard time with dad, I'll phone her tomorrow then arrange her flight. We'll sit down tomorrow after breakfast to make a list."
I did remember Sister Teresa or Isa, her real name, she was a few years older than mum, she'd been coming for years, she had a beautiful complexion she was a tall, busty, attractive woman. Since dad and mum had separate bedrooms, she always slept in mum's bedroom, on her last visit, I was up late doing some research, I was in my bedroom, mum and Isa were in the lounge drinking wine. I heard them go to bed. I was a little hungry I went downstairs for a sandwich, on my way back to my bedroom I heard Isa say, in English but with her lovely French accent, "Babs, your pussy is so wet, have you been thinking of all the nice things I'm going to do to you?"
"Isa, will I put on the strap-on so I give you a good fucking?"
"Yes later, but make me cum first with your magic mouth."
I put it down to dad not being active for so many years, before I had thought there was something going on between them but they had dad's permission. I was sure the age difference between dad and mum was having its effect dad was allowing Isa to give mum the relief she needed. At that time, I never dreamed of having anything sexual with mum but now that mum mentioned that Isa would come for the funeral after seeing her naked earlier, made me think differently?
As we got near the house, mum said, "I've enjoyed tonight, when things settle down, we must do this regularly, I'm a little tired, my mind has been working overtime since I got home tonight. Will you give me a cuddle when we get into the house, you're the only man I'd let myself do this with?"
I didn't say anything, I squeezed mum's waist she squeezed mine, I opened the door, put on the light I took mum in my arms, just before we kissed, "Darling, I could wear four-inch heels with you so you wouldn't need to bend your head, I'll get some tomorrow."
Mum's tongue slid gently into my mouth, it felt so good as she pulled me closer to her, I felt the weight of her massive melons on my chest, I also felt her push her pussy against my leg with a gentle circular motion, mum felt so good, we kissed lovingly for several minutes, everything felt so good and natural.
I felt totally relaxed with mum as we kissed, I cupped her massive left tit, the hard nipple felt incredible, I squeezed her hard nipple as I played with her massive tit for a couple of minutes, mum was pulling me closer to her, mum loved it, she purred with pleasure, "What a feeling mum, I hope it's good for you?"
"I must go to bed Barry, thanks for being with me today, I'll be up at seven-thirty, will I wake you?"
"Yes please, I want to be with you tomorrow."
We broke off, I had a massive hard on, I was sure mum was dripping wet, when I got into bed all I was thinking about was mum's kiss, her letting me have such a great feel, I fell asleep quickly but looking forward to shopping with mum tomorrow.
I woke early, my bedroom door was open, as always, I had never slept with my bedroom door closed in my life. It was six-thirty in the morning when I heard mum talking in French, mum sounded a little disappointed then ended the call. I lay in bed, thinking about all that had happened yesterday, I was like mum, I was looking forward to the funeral being over. I then heard mum in the bathroom, she was showering first, I could hear her singing a song, she must be happy.
At seven-thirty, mum came into my bedroom, she looked gorgeous in a pink top with yellow leggings, she was wearing my suggested colours, her tits looked massive they bounced beautifully as she walked, "Good morning darling, did you sleep well? I've been up since six, I've phoned Isa, unfortunately she can't come, they are having a retreat at the convent it won't finish until Monday lunchtime. I've already showered, you have a quick shower I'll make us a coffee, we'll have a good breakfast when we get back."
As we had our coffee, "Barry, after breakfast, we'll go into dad's office we'll go through his diaries, he never visited anyone's office, they all came to him he kept meticulous notes of his meetings in his diary. The diaries will tell us who to invite for the funeral brunch."
We left at eight-fifteen, I was driving mum's Mercedes Estate, mum hadn't mentioned anything about last night, she had been friendly but no morning hug, I usually got them in the kitchen but not when I was lying in bed naked. We arrived at the boutique just as the owner Doris was opening the door, she gave mum a hug, "Hi Babs, you're here early this morning, how can I help you?"
Mum introduced me, saying I was driving her today so rather than leave Barry stuck in the car she'd brought me in, I found a comfortable chair near the changing room as Doris showed mum different outfits, mum told Doris the colours she was interested in. I was surprised at how quickly mum made her choices, a wink from me told her I liked it, anything that showed mum's tits was liked. Then mum went on to the lingerie and erotic mid-thigh collarless silk kimonos, mum chose several but all in my colours, we were both happy with mum's choices, including five pairs of four-inch heels.
We left then went to the butchers and the supermarket to get food for the weekend, we got home at ten-forty-five. As I helped mum fill the fridge, "Barry, your dad's diary for this year is on his desk, although he was still mentally alert, physically he wasn't good. I want to change into one of those nice house coats, would you like the pink one today? As I do that can you please check dad's diary, every meeting every phone call he had, he took notes on everything, this will give us an insight into his business dealings."
As mum left, I went into dad's office, it was an impressive room with a large desk and four armchairs in front of it with an additional two against the wall. Dad's laptop was on his desk connected to a massive monitor, the room was full of bookcases which were full of books, I opened the diary, the last entry was for a phone call where he'd bought ten million in a pharmaceutical company's shares with the note, 'Review regularly.'
I had flicked through several pages, the detail in dad's perfect handwriting was incredible, the notes gave an incredible insight into dad's thinking, I knew mum would have her list possibly this afternoon. I heard mum in the hallway, "Mum, the dairy is excellent, it gives an insight into dad's thinking, his attention to detail is fantastic."
Mum came into the office, I hadn't seen her in the kimono, I couldn't believe my eyes, she looked stunning in it. It was collarless it sat on her neck and shoulders, it covered half of each of her massive tits then came together at the middle of her stomach, ending at her mid-thigh. She was braless she looked gorgeous, I'd never seen mum wear anything like this in her life. She looked so comfortable and relaxed wearing it.
Mum smiled, "Your dad's attention to detail was incredible, that's why his books were so good, Barry come into the kitchen as I need to start breakfast, I've something important to tell you."
I left the diary on the desk I followed mum into the kitchen, she was naked under her sexy kimono, mum made two coffees she started on breakfast, "Barry, your dad wanted to be cremated, there's a reason for this. He wants half of his ashes to be spread on the lawn here as he had such marvellous memories. Dad's biggest seller was, 'The Man They Couldn't Break.' This outstanding book had sold over ninety million copies worldwide it was still selling today. He had so much respect for that man who lies in an anonymous grave in the convent's graveyard, he has arranged with Isa, who's now the Mother Superior of the Convent, to have the other half of his ashes spread beside the anonymous grave. I agreed to do this but I'd like you to come to France with me, will you do this for me?"
I took mum in my arms I pulled her close, "Of course, I will mum, what a lovely thought dad has made by wanting to do this."
Mum kissed me on the cheek, pulled me closer to her she held me longer than normal. She went back to making breakfast as I ogled her gorgeous body. After breakfast, mum went outside she came back with the newspaper, the announcement was there it read well, "Mum, I'm surprised the phone hasn't rung, it's strange we've had no calls?"
"Not really Barry, the number is ex-directory, there's only the chosen few that know the number, I'll open the safe to get the last five years diaries out, they will give us the names of those we need to invite."
