My bitch mother

I don’t think that sex has to be one way, or indeed that sex has to stay the same way throughout your life. I don’t.

Mice turn into tigers and the introverted become flamboyant extroverts. Sex doesn’t have to die down just because you are getting older and you don’t have to navigate sex in a particular, even a polite way. If life has taught me anything it is that sex is like a chemical reaction, one not in the textbook. It flares up in the most amazing way and it can damage us. But then that was always the thing about sex, it was always meant to burn a little.

That summer, the hot one just gone Maria, my wife was having sex with a guy who had taught her to sail. I knew about it, accepted it quietly, saw how happy it was making Maria. The guy, I’ll call him Liam, he was the sort of sun kissed, leather thong necklace dude that was born on a catamaran. His hair was bleached by the sun and the winds out there on the water and his skin was nut brown. He fucked Maria in the boat house and she was pretty content. She was getting a lot of cock and it was making her feel pretty superior. The husband who wrote boring books, well he could hug his lap top computer or something.

But my recollections aren’t about my wife and her lover. That became peripheral as time went by. Liam wanted her to tell me that I wasn’t allowed to fuck her any more. She was his! But I think Maria felt kind of guilty about the whole thing, so we ‘did it’ occasionally, just to say that somehow, in some way we were still attached.

No, my recollections are about Collette, my mother. Collette is 55, although you would never dream that possible if you saw her. She has a very young and a very svelte figure. She chanced upon Maria and spinnaker Liam down at the yacht club. They were holding hands and as mum put it, only boyfriends and girlfriends did that!Her look asked the question, was Liam fucking my wife? I remember she asked the silent question and I felt like the genetic runt, as if I was letting the side down. It was as if I was meant to puff up my chest and fight the swine off! It was that kind of quaint, traditional, monogamous, notion of sex. I tried to tell her best I could. That I accepted that Maria needed to go with the guy. I didn’t go looking for him with tightened fists and he made a point of fucking my wife elsewhere or else when I was out of the house.

Something happened to Mum. I don’t know what, but she didn’t damn Maria to hell. No, on the contrary she approved of my wayward wife. She even chummed up with her and asked the sort of intimate questions that natural mums and daughters probably titter about. Anyhow, mum learned that Liam new how to fuck and I didn’t and that there was a real frisson sleeping with one man and denying the other pretty much anything save for the crumbs.

It was crazy. The summer was crazy and Maria asked whether Collette wanted to meet a guy she knew? The guy was called Tod and he was a black dude who ran the local scuba diving classes. Tod, it seemed was lithe, looked real good in a wet suit and he was somewhere in his forties. Women virtually threw themselves at Tod when they completed his scuba classes it seemed. Maria didn’t consult me about that you know?! She didn’t check with me, check that Tod’s dick was disease free, she just set up their date and encouraged Collette to get it on with a man who would know how to please her.

I knew that they clicked. Fuck I knew that they clicked! Mum started to dress in the sassiest clothes. She had a tight chocolate brown pair of leather jeans and a cream coloured blouse that her tits seemed to be fighting their way out of. She must have been wearing that sort of bra, the sort that put a woman’s tits on show. She started to wear heels and sexy pendants around her throat. She did her makeup, her hair way more often and she looked like she knew everything about the world all of a sudden.

One night I asked Maria about it all. I was licking her sex kind of thing, being accommodating and she admitted that Collette was ‘taking cock’.  Tod was a very forceful guy and had actually called around to where dad works (he’s Brian) and told him that Collette and he would date and there would be no arguments about it! That explained something for me. Dad had lost a tooth in the front of his mouth and his cheeks were all bruised. He’d claimed that he had tripped down some stairs in the ships chandlery, but now I knew different. Mum’s boyfriend had given him a good hiding. I said to Maria that I’d go and give my pa some moral support and she insisted no! The men would sort out their pecking order and I was to let nature take its course. I remember her fingers pulling my head back between her legs. She wanted me to lick pussy while she fantasised about Liam.

The following day I met mum down at a seafront bar. Christ, she was dressed to the nines. She wore a tight leather pencil skirt, high heeled boots and a blouse that looked as though it had come out of a haute couture shop. She had a pendant around her throat and when I looked carefully at it I realised that the enamels picked out the colours of the Jamaican flag. I suggested a walk along the quay and said that it was wrong to get Brian into trouble with a man like that.

She fucking slapped me. She slapped me hard across the face!! I just stared at her. I stared open mouthed at her. It was like she had suddenly become someone completely different! I couldn’t believe it. She said that Brian got the hiding for giving Tod lip. If he had accepted things nicely, as I did regards Maria, then the relationship could have developed smoothly.

I laughed. I think that I was hysterical. It was hysterical. Mum is 55 remember. She slapped me again. I was warned that Tod had friends, rather nasty friends, and they could pay me a visit if I showed disrespect. Tod it seemed approved of Maria getting extra marital cock so he had told Collette that his pals could sort me out too if I forgot my station in life. When a woman chose a better man, the code it seemed, required that we just knuckled down and accept things. I stared at Collette like she was an alien. I just stared at her!

Ten minutes later Tod joined us. He eyed me suspiciously.

‘You the cuck son eh?’ His narrowed eyes measured me.

‘Yes’ said Collette, ‘he’s Maria’s cuck. She has him to heel.’

Tod chuckled. It was like the craziest conversation. It was bang crazy insane.