“Oh my gawd,” I thought, “that was awesome, thank you Dylan, but next time not when I’m on the Underground please, I could have had an accident.”
The experience had left me exhausted and very horny and the first thing that I did at home was to collapse on the sofa and toy with my clit.
About an hour later I woke up to the sound of my phone ringing. As soon as I saw the caller-ID I had a decision to make. It was my mother.
“Hello darling, how are you, settling in to your new home nicely?”
“Hello to you too mother, I’m just great, very happy thank you.”
“So are you free this afternoon, can I come round for a coffee? I can update you on everything at the church, Father Thomas has got a new cause in Africa.”
“Oh right, of course you can come round mother we’ve got the house sorted out for now and we’ve put some pictures up on the walls.”
“How nice, okay, I’ll set off now, should be there within an hour.”
“Okay, bye mum, see you soon.”
I’ll admit that I had a little panic right then, I just knew that my mother would throw a wobbler and I hadn’t really thought about how I could counter the accusations that I just knew would be flying at me. I quickly took the bags containing my new clothes upstairs then looked at myself in the mirror.
Seeing the pink antenna I smiled at the thought of leaving it in, but I ease it out, cleaned it and put it on charge. Then I went and had a quick shower then put on one of the new dresses that I’d just bought. Looking in the mirror I could see 2 pokies and dark circles round my nipples. Looking down I could just see a hint of my slit and my engorged clit which seems to be like that all the time these days.
Just as I finished brushing my hair I heard the doorbell.
“Good grief Esther, what on earth are you wearing, have you just got out of bed?”
“No mother, I don’t wear anything in bed now, this is a dress from my new wardrobe, all my dresses and skirts are like this and before you ask, I no longer own any bras.”
“You can’t possibly go out looking like that Esther, it’s indecent.”
“No it’s not mother, and I have already been out dressed like this.”
“But you look like a wanton hussy, what will Father Thomas say when you go to church on Sunday? He’ll kick you out and pray for your forgiveness.”
“Father Thomas can do that he likes but I doubt that I will ever see him again.”
“Are going to go to a different church?”
“No mother, I don’t know where the nearest church is and I’m not going looking for it.”
“Well at least find somewhere to give your confession.”
“No mother, I have done nothing wrong to confess.”
“Is Dylan putting you up to this Esther, leading you astray, because if he is I will sort him out. Have you consummated the marriage yet, because we can get in annulled if you haven’t.”
“Mother, my sex life is none of your business and the last thing that I want is for me to loose Dylan, he’s making me happier than I ever was growing up with you as a mother, he’s amazing.”
“Esther, you’re making me ashamed of you, I thought that you were good girl.”
“Come on in mother, I’ll put the kettle on.”
My mother followed me into the kitchen and she sat at the table in silence as I put the kettle on and got things ready. Her silence told me that she was totally unprepared for what she had seen and heard so far.
I put a mug of tea in front of my mother then leant back against the sink. Finally my mother said,
“You’re intending to wear clothes like THAT all the time are you Esther?”
“Yes mother, all the girls my age wear clothes like this these days.”
“Not girls who come to my church. Good grief girl, I can see your, your, your vulva. It’s obscene.”
“Mother, most people call it a pussy, and before you ask, a large percentage of girls don’t wear knickers either.”
“That’s disgusting, I never brought you up to be a slut, go and put some knickers and a bra on.”
“No mother, I no longer own any bras or knickers, I threw them all out.”
“You have become a wanton hussy Esther, you make me ashamed of you. What will Father Thomas say when I tell him?”
“If you are that ashamed of me don’t tell him. But I’m not going to change, in fact when Dylan gets home from work the dress will come off and we will have sex all night long, maybe even on that very table.”
My mother lifted herself off the chair and pushed it back as she stepped back.
“That’s disgusting, having sex has to be confined to the bedroom and only when you want to have children. No daughter of mine would ever do anything so disgusting.”
I was no longer looking at my mother, I just couldn’t face her. In fact I was looking at one of the framed photos that Dylan had hung in the kitchen. It was one of me doing a snow angel but on the sand at the nude beach and Dylan had taken the photo when my legs were wide apart. My mother must have followed my eyes because she said,
“Esther, how could you even consider putting a picture like that up on a wall in your house? Oh my gawd, that’s you isn’t it Esther, and what happened to your pubic hair? That’s disgusting, you should be very ashamed of yourself. No daughter of mine would ever do that or allow someone to photograph her like that.”
By then I was getting really annoyed with my mother and I said,
“Well then perhaps you should disown me mother and deny that you have a daughter.”
Just then I heard the front door open then Dylan saying,
“I hope that you are naked and ready to be fucked Esther because I’m as horny as hell.”
Dylan turned into the kitchen and stopped dead in his tracks. He’d already taken his jacket, tie and shirt off and was unfastening his trousers.
“Oh, hello Mrs. Brown, this is a nice surprise.” Dylan said.
“You should be ashamed of yourself Dylan Hargreaves. Corrupting my daughter like this, she used to be such a good, catholic girl but you’ve turned her into some sort of wanton harlot. I’m ashamed to call you my son in law and her my daughter, in fact I no longer call her my daughter and don’t bother coming to my house, you are not welcome there any more.”
With that my mother walked out, brushing passed Dylan and slamming the front door.
“Are you okay Esther?” Dylan asked.
“I am now, get those trousers off and fuck me please Dylan.”
The kitchen table again got used for something that it wasn’t intended.
After we’d both cum and rested a little, Dylan picked me up and carried me into the lounge, put me down on the sofa and cuddled me before saying,
“Are you okay Esther, your mother thing?”
“Yes thank you, I’m sad that I’m loosing a mother but I’m happy that it’s all out in the open now, I wasn’t looking forward to that.”
“I know, but it’s all over now and you’ve still got me.”
“Yes I have, and don’t you start going all religious on me, I couldn’t cope with that.”
“There’s no chance of that. One visit to a church in my life is quite enough for me thank you.”
“Good, now how was your day at work?”
“Good actually, some of the guys wanted to see the wedding photos so I showed them.”
“But we haven’t got them from the photographer yet, oh, you showed them our special honeymoon photos.”
“That was okay wasn’t it honey?”
“Of course it was. As I said, you’ve enlightened me and made me unashamed of my body and I don’t mind who sees it.”