Mum and I shared the same birthday, which was quite unusual though on our next birthday, I would be twenty-five and mum would be fifty. The last six years had brought mum and I so close. Our birthday was on the twenty-first of July. It was great as when I was younger it fell during my school holidays. Dad's birthday wasn't until December, so we had a big celebration every July.
We lived comfortably. Dad was nine years older than mum but the love between them was amazing. Mum was five foot eight inches tall; she had a voluptuous body which she kept in amazing condition. We had an indoor pool at home, complete with an exercise room, Jacuzzi and sauna. Every day mum exercised there. Mum was an accountant. After I was born, she set up a small accountancy company which she ran from the house. The local Tax Office, which was good for her and her clients.
I loved my teenage years. I had a wonderful relationship with dad and mum. We were a family in every way. When I was five, mum wanted another child. She had to forgo this, as her business was so busy. Dad had a Professor and Doctor title. He ran the software department of a large bank. He taught me so much programming; I was into gaming programs with exciting graphics but to be used on Android smartphones.
Dad was a colossus in programming. They accepted me at the local university, who had a first-class programming department. I was in no doubt that dad's influence had played a major part in my acceptance. I had helped dad with a one hundred percent secure Android banking app, it impressed him and I earned money from it. The major thing for me was that dad and I could work together.
Then it happened. On the fourteenth of July, dad was in London doing a presentation on my banking app. Dad had flown down. He had left his car in for service, which was now back at the house. Dad was in the back seat of a taxi when the taxi was hit by a drunk driver, doing over a hundred miles per hour. It killed the taxi driver and dad.
I answered the door just after nine. Mum and I had eaten earlier. There were two police officers standing at the door, both with a serious look on their faces. One said, "Is this the residence of Professor Harry Ryan?"
"Yes, it is, I'm his son, Jack. How can I help you?"
They then explained that dad had been in a tragic accident, he and the taxi driver were both dead. Also, the driver of the car that hit them was also dead. As the police officer said, "It's not a pretty sight, but we need you to identify your father's body."
Mum had now appeared, she grasped what was happening, mum said, "Jack, I've had a glass of wine. Will you drive me as I would like to see your father?"
Mum had a shocked look on her face. We then followed the police car to the morgue. Dad was not a pretty sight. Mum and I said our goodbyes there to him. The funeral director then took over. The police doctor had issued the death certificate. Mum was in control, but she looked strained. We got back home, I poured mum a glass of wine, mum said, "What am I going to do? He's the only man I've ever loved. Life without him will be so empty for me."
I was there for mum all the time. The funeral was so busy, everyone was nice. The professor from my department at university spent time with me, inviting me to his office for a coffee before the term started. It was obvious he had a lot of respect for dad. Mum was more than herself now. She was putting a brave face on everything she did. I was spending time on my new game. It took my mind off everything. One night, mum and I were chatting, she had registered some of dad's programmes in Delaware; he paid no sales tax on his sales. Mum had done the same for me.
I started at university; I loved it; I stayed at home, which was good for mum and me. Mum was financially secure, dad had two life insurance policies. Since the funeral, mum had got her lawyers on to the taxi crash. The taxi insurance had made mum an offer, which she accepted. With mum's accountancy company, she was secure and concentrating on her clients.
Mum and I had talked often. I told her that dad had told me about the birds and the bees as he said my life would change at university and I would meet girls. Mum got a surprise when I told her this. She told me that her mum and dad had told her nothing about sex and she and dad had learnt by doing. I was sure that mum and dad had a very active sex life.
It surprised me how open mum was when she asked, "You must give love to girls you date, sex is wonderful but you must love each other. If you're not sure, then walk away from it. Are you a virgin?"
I was embarrassed, but I was honest and said, "Yes mum, I am. I've been too busy working."
The next question surprised me. "What do you do when you're horny?"
I smiled and said, "What do you think I do, mum?"
Mum laughed and said, "Jack, if you meet a nice girl, then bring her home for a glass of wine, I'll soon let you know if she's the girl for you. There's nothing wrong with being horny. I've got to look after myself at least once a day now."
Mum and I left it then, we now got into a routine. When dad was alive, we hadn't? been churchgoers, but not every Sunday. Mum suggested we go on Sunday, that was the start of it. Mum only had her work and looking after me. She seemed to enjoy going to Church; she enjoyed talking with people. Mum had a pleasant voice and was soon asked to join the Church choir. She loved being part of the choir.
I was enjoying university, the first term flew in. I was getting into a routine, too. Next thing, Easter came around. I was good with my hands. There was going to be a charity fashion show for Easter. Jean, who was a model, ran it. Jean was tall and busty. She had been widowed several years ago. Jean looked as though she was in her forties, but she was in her early sixties. She approached me as she had a problem with the catwalk lights and music. I checked it out for her. She had her own iPad, which she wanted to play music from Abba, Bee Gees, Chris de Burgh and Rod Stewart.
I got the lightning working. A member of the congregation was an electrical wholesaler. He was so helpful and donated LED lightning, which gave such a professional look to the catwalk. Jean was getting so excited about the fashion show. I nearly finished my work as the lights worked perfectly. I had to get one hundred minutes of music on her iPad.
Bill, the son of the electrical wholesaler, had helped me put the LED lighting in place. Jean had been with us but then left to speak to a woman she wanted to model for her. Before she left, Jean said, "Jack, I'll see you tomorrow afternoon around four at my house. We can get some music on my iPad. Could you ask your mum if she'd be interested in doing a little modelling for us? Your mother is a good-looking woman. We are two models short. I thought that your mum and I could do some lingerie modelling. I'm sure it would go down well. If she's still in mourning, then it wouldn't be a problem. Jack, could you be a darling and WhatsApp me some pictures of the catwalk when you finish?"
I told her I'd do that and see her around four tomorrow. Jean and I had spent a lot of time over the last ten days together. Planning and arranging the lights had presented problems, but with Bill's dad, it had been sorted. We finished the lighting thirty minutes later. As we tidied up, Bill said, "Jack, juicy Jean is hot for you, you're a lucky guy as she doesn't throw it around a lot. She's very loyal and loving, I know, as I've been fucking her for the last five years. I got engaged five months ago. We had a long chat. Jeans so honest. We'd been together for so long. I was doing her when her husband was still alive. Jack, I see the way she looks at you. Since we split, she's been with no one. You should spend some time with her and get to know her. She loves young cock and she'll take you to places you never knew existed. Don't think of her as an old ride. She's looking for love and affection, and she'll give you all her love if you're loyal to her."
I couldn't believe what Bill was telling me. He had no axe to grind. He was being honest with me. The back garden is where I took the pictures of mum in a bikini. I thought of mum and looked at her gorgeous body as I wanked my big cock. I loved mum's massive tits; they aroused me. Then I thought of Jean. Their bodies were so similar, though mum's was much younger, I replied to Bill, "Bill, thanks for the heads up about Jean, I find her very attractive. Could you tell me why you call her juicy Jean?"
Bill laughed and said, "Jack, Jean has an absolute treasure of a cunt. In no way does she suffer from vaginal dryness, she's always wet. Jean loves to love her lover. Once she crosses the line with you, your sex life will change immediately. Jean loves to be complimented. She loves to be touched and felt. I have said before that she has a very strong sexual appetite. She adores a young cock. Go slowly, treat her with respect and you'll be there quickly. I have got to go now. I'm meeting my fiancé and soon to be my wife."
