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STANDARD DISCLAIMER
The following piece of fiction is intended as ADULT entertainment.
It contains material of an adult, explicit, SEXUAL nature.
If you are offended by sexually explicit content or language, please DO NOT read any further.
The names in this story, based on factual events, have been changed, even though the some of the main participants are no longer able to read my account.
Copyright (C) 2012 Jack Wellard. All rights reserved.
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"Well I Never!"
Day One
"Well I never! . . " Penny exclaimed. Her jaw dropped as she looked alternately from Vinnie to me.
"Bloody hell, our 65 year old mother died while she was fucking . . " Penny shook her head in total disbelief. I was also extremely surprised - I had never heard my 40 year old sister swear before!
Vinnie sipped from his tea cup; then said calmly. "Sorry if that was a surprise Penny. We had been lovers almost since I moved in 5 years ago. I think Val preferred that the family didn't know in case they misunderstood." Vinnie's English was free of any accent. He had lived mostly in South London but had moved out to Wiltshire after his divorce.
It had been almost ten years since father died and Mum had given herself an interest initially by doing an occasional bed and breakfast for tourists in her country cottage. She graduated to having a full time lodger as it paid better, more reliably and was generally less work. The first was a lady managing the setting up of a new business in the town. She stayed for nearly six months. There followed several similar arrangements until Vinnie moved in. His short stay turned into a pretty much permanent one.
We had both met Vinnie when we separately visited Mum once or twice a year each. He was always polite and friendly and showed consideration for Mum and her visitors. I liked him. Over the past couple of years I got to know him a little better, we sometimes went to the pub when I came to visit Mum. He was easy to get along with, especially when we talked football!
Vinnie's father had come from the Indian sub-continent after the war and had married an English girl. Vinnie was their third and last child. I think the others lived in the north somewhere. Even during our evenings in the pub Vinnie had not given any clue about his relationship with Mum.
As Vinnie poured another cup for each of us he continued. "It was during her second orgasm!" He calmly offered the cup and saucer to Penny whose hands were visibly shaking. "More cake Penny?" he enquired.
Penny's mouth was flapping open and closed. "Er . . no thanks Vinnie. Did you say her . . er . . second er . .?
"Yes. She often had several. It was most gratifying to have such a responsive lover." Vinnie passed my tea and I accepted his offer of another cake.
Sitting down Vinnie looked sad. "Valerie was the ultimate lover. So kind and generous with her body and soul too. Never demanding, always considerate and giving."
I wondered if Penny was about to have her own heart attack. Her high colour looked dangerous to me. Vinnie spotted it too.
"Maybe you would like a glass of water Penny?" he enquired.
Penny spluttered "Sorry Vinnie, it's just that . . well . . I don't know . . Well I never!" She hurried to the bathroom. Vinnie and I carried on the conversation until she returned. I think Penny had splashed water on her face, some had dripped onto her high-necked blouse.
"You OK?" I asked with concern. As the older brother by some 10 years I was accustomed to looking after my baby sister, even if she was now almost 40 years old!
"Fine, thanks" grunted the stoic response. That's Penny, tough it out girl!
Vinnie looked at his watch. "Sorry I have to leave you to clear up the tea things but my train leaves at 3.30 and the taxi will be here soon." He rose, placing his own crockery on the tray. "Most of my stuff went in the van this morning. I just have this case." He gestured to the corner where a small overnight bag was draped with his fawn overcoat.
He continued "The rooms are all cleaned; Mrs Whatsit came yesterday." I smiled, Mum always called the cleaning lady Mrs Whatsit whatever her real name was!
"There are clean sheets on the beds and basic food in the fridge. You'll find loads of tins and packets in the larder too" Vinnie said as he picked up his bag in his left hand. He put his coat across the same arm and came forward, right arm extended. He shook hands with each of us; wished us good luck in sorting things out and promised to come back for the funeral. We had his mobile phone number so we could let him know when and where the service would take place.
"Hell's bloody bells!" exclaimed Penny as Vinnie's taxi drove away. "Can you believe that? Fucking at her age!" She was close to tears as we closed the door and went inside. I wrapped my arms around her in a brotherly hug.