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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.
"Come on Pen, Mum was happy. Vinnie's a good bloke I'm sure he treated her right." Penny's tears flowed; her head was hard against my shoulder.
"Hey, what a way to go though, eh Penny?" I joked. That didn't go down well; the sobs increased!
After a while Penny calmed a little. I sat in the armchair and she flopped on the settee. She was obviously still in a confused state about things so I tried to get practical.
"Where shall we start Pen?" I asked cheerily. "Do you or your girls want any of Mum's stuff?"
Penny's daughters were 21 and 18, the older was just graduating from university, the younger just starting. Both might need furniture, crockery, cooking utensils, bedding or whatever.
"Yes, good idea Harry" said Penny, suddenly brighter as she focussed on something practical. "I'm sure they could use lots of things. I'll have a look and start sorting. Can you contact the funeral director or whatever we need to do first please?"
Vinnie had left several appropriate local phone numbers on the pad. He had done well for us, leaving things so well organised. The funeral people said we needed to make decisions about burial or cremation, type of service and so on. I accepted their offer to pop round to help tomorrow morning. In the meantime I would talk it over with my sister. The woman on the other end of the line was calm and efficient; I suppose she did this all the time.
Using Mum's little address book to find the number I phoned Mrs Whatsit to see if she had been paid and if she could keep up her service for a while longer until we had sorted out the cottage. I remembered Mrs W. as a jolly round little lady. She 'did for' a few people in the village. We fixed a day for her to come; I noted it on Mum's kitchen calendar.
There was a Doctor's appointment for next week marked up, I felt sure they already knew to reallocate the appointment but I phoned anyway. The receptionist was more helpful than most I had encountered. She gave her condolences and said how she would miss our Mum and then passed me on the Doctor who had signed the death certificate.
"Jim Bates here" he announced. "Sorry about your mother. She was a great patient. Always on time, always knew how to tell me about her problems and always took any medication I prescribed. You should have a copy of the certificate, you'll need that to register the death. Do you know where to do that?" I offered my suggestion and Jim confirmed it.
"Let me know if there's anything else you need, Harry" he said. I was impressed that he knew my name; Mum must have talked about the family with him. He gave me instructions on the best place to dispose of any left-over medications and we said goodbye.
There were other appointments - dentist, hairdresser and chiropodist. All were sad to hear the news and seemed genuinely sorry to lose Mum.
Time flew by, the evening was almost upon us before we realised. We had both been totally occupied and now discovered we were getting hungry.
"How about we go to the pub for a bite to eat in a while, sis?" I suggested.
Penny now appeared calm; completely focussed on the many practicalities. "OK, let me finish this bit and then freshen up first. What about seven thirty?" Penny suggested. I agreed and went back to Mum's papers.