The Weekend Pt. 02

"God no... Anyway, even if one or two old fuddy-duddies do think that way in their narrow, frustrated minds, what the hell has it got to do with them?"

"Yes, I know you're right. It's just...You know... I can't help thinking about what David's friends might say."

"Listen, you dozy bitch." Diane laughed, grabbing her friends hands and squeezing them affectionately, "All of them who matter... ALL of them... Will be happy for you. We all know what you've gone through over these last few years. How lonely and depressed you've been. So just go for it girl. More power to you."

The two ladies laughed and joked together for almost a further hour, happily chatting away until it was time for them to part.

"Thanks for that Di. I really enjoyed talking with you. Let's do it again soon, Okay?" Barbara told her friend as they walked to their cars arm-in-arm.

"No problem old girl, you know I love you and just want you to have fun. I'm just happy to see you enjoying yourself again. It's been too long, you know." Diane replied, hugging her close friend to her.

"Less of the old girl, you cheeky sod. I'm only a year older than you." Barbara chuckled, kissing her friend warmly on the cheek.

Diane giggled back, pulling Barbara close to her and whispering, "Truth be told babe, we're all fucking jealous. You're the one getting her arse knocked off regularly by a young stud. We're all having to make do with the usual Saturday night specials, you lucky cow."

Barbara stepped back and gasped incredulously at her long-time friend, blushing and giggling like a young girl caught with her hands in her pants. "Dianne Lang... You are disgusting. I'll have you know I'm with him for his mind."

"Yeah right... And his hard young cock has nothing to do with it, I'll bet."

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Although she felt confident that what Diane had told her about their friends' attitudes was the truth, Barbara still had her doubts that having a relationship with a much younger man, never mind having casual sex with other men at the same time, would be acceptable to her parents, both of whom were in their mid-seventies. As a consequence of those doubts, and considering her parents' quiet disapproval of their granddaughter's liberal attitude toward sex, she decided against telling them anything about her current love-life, even if they asked.

Her parents had been the most supportive influence on her during her dark times after David's death. Always available whenever she wanted to have a good cry or an angry rant, they were never critical of her occasional self-pitying moans about the injustice of her life. As they lived almost a hundred miles from her, before she'd decided to have the house converted into apartments they would stay with her every weekend, supposedly to help her in her grief, but secretly because they worried about her state of mind and what might happen if she was left on her own with her misery for too long. Eventually, they had all decided - after she had convinced them she really had to get on with her own life - that it would be best if she went and stayed with them every few weeks or so rather than them checking on her every week. With that arrangement still in place therefore, the chances of her parents bumping into Jake unexpectedly were negligible, providing they didn't decide to visit without telling her whenever he was there. Her daughter Emma however, was a totally different matter. Barbara knew fine well, that if Emma ever found out about her mother's toy-boy she would be back from uni in a flash so she could check out the young man who was shagging her mum...

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Chapter 7

Late August - 2010

As it turned out, Emma meeting Jake and learning about her mother's casual, purely-sexual affair was totally out of Barbara's control. For almost the whole of August, Emma had been travelling around the south coast of France and Italy on a back-packing holiday with a group of friends from university before she started looking for a job again after graduating in July. She had moved back in with her mother for a few weeks after her graduation and, despite Barbara's assurances that she was welcome to stay as long as she wanted, was intending to get her own place as soon as she managed to get a job. Due back on the last Sunday of the month, Emma actually arrived unexpectedly at 10pm on the Friday, accompanied by her latest boy-friend of course. Unfortunately, the first Barbara knew of her daughter's change of travel plans was when she heard the front door to her apartment being opened with a key and the sound of Emma and a man's voices laughing and joking as they came down the corridor toward the dimly-lit living room. Embarrassingly, for all concerned other than her daughter, Barbara and Jake were taking advantage of the lovely, warm, late-summer's evening and were laying naked and entwined together on a lounger out on the balcony - and in the middle of a long, languid fuck.

"What the f... EMMA... What the hell are you doing here? I wasn't bloody expecting you until Sunday"

Emma and her boyfriend George almost jumped out of their skins at the unexpected scream, staring open-mouthed in shock out onto the balcony toward where the anguished shriek of her mother's voice had come from. On seeing her obviously naked mum and a strange man, also naked, both scrambling for the same towel and trying to cover their nudity, Emma burst into uncontrollable laughter and screamed back at her fully exposed mother. "Well I certainly don't have to ask you what you're doing here do I mum?... Fucking hell you frightened the life out of me, shouting like that."

Poor Barbara. She was absolutely devastated. Struggling to cover herself with her hands at the same time as thrusting the towel in front of Jake and trying to hide his thankfully soft penis from the view of her grinning daughter and a shell-shocked young man she had never seen before.

"Way to go mum... Who's the bloke then? Is he your toy-boy, you old hussy? Fuck me, he's lovely." Emma chortled, cheekily revelling in her mortified mother's embarrassment.

Barbara somehow managed to get a little composure back. Realising that it was futile even trying to hide anything from the two intruders given the lack of anything available to cover her nakedness, she stood defiantly with her hands on her hips glaring at her daughter and the openly-staring young man.

"Who he is, is nothing to do with you young lady. Now get out so we can put some clothes on." She said, trying to maintain her anger but almost smiling at the hilarity of her predicament. "And you, young man, whoever you are. Close your mouth and stop bloody staring..."

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10 minutes later, Barbara and Jake joined her daughter and George in the kitchen where Emma had fired up the coffee machine and was already on her second cup.

"Coffee mum? And...Who are you again?" Emma grinned, looking at the smiling Jake before radiantly returning her mother's agitated glare.

"Yes Emma. We know. You're highly amused at catching your mother literally with her pants down. Now shut up and I'll introduce you." Barbara snapped back, irritated not so much by her daughter's obvious amusement, but that she and Jake had been interrupted before they had finished making love, and that had left her still horny and frustrated.

"I can't say we saw any pants mum. Only naked boobs and..." Emma chuckled, choking back whatever else she was about to say in the face of her mother's glowering frown.

"Never mind what you saw. We've all got them and seen them before. So, stop behaving like a little brat and come into the living room so we can all introduce ourselves." Barbara growled impatiently at her smart-arsed daughter before grabbing the still-smiling Jake's hand and striding confidently out of the kitchen, pulling him along with her.

Emma smiled sweetly at the speechless George, then reached between his legs and grabbed his engorged genitals. "And if YOU mention any of what you have just seen when we get back to Uni. Believe me. Me and my mum will be wearing these for jewellery. Understand?" She then nonchalantly topped up her coffee mug and shoved the grimacing 19 year-old toward the door.

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By the time all the introductions had been made, it was after midnight and they all retired to bed. Once again proving Barbara's decision regarding the number of bathrooms in the apartment to be a humongous mistake as the four of them queued impatiently to use the lone amenity. Despite Jake's persistent teasing, there was no way in hell that Barbara was having sex that night. "Not with a bloody teenager in the next room probably shagging my daughter." She'd protested. And so, for the first time since they'd met, Barbara and her toy-boy went to sleep without being exhausted by a prolonged bout of unrestrained fornication.

The following day, Saturday, after an awkward breakfast, the two boys watched sport on the television whilst Emma and Barbara caught up with each other's lives. Emma was amazed at her mother's confession that her affair with Jake had been going on for over twelve months by then; even more amazed that she'd actually managed to keep it a secret from her inquisitive daughter, despite them seeing each other on many occasions during the year. "No." Barbara had protested, "I'm not in love with him. But I am very fond of him. He's become a good friend and taught me so much about living life for the moment."

Under her daughter's nosy probing, Barbara eventually told her all about how she had met Jake. All about the dating site. Even about the other five men she'd met during the early part of her experimentation with casual sex. They both laughed and giggled at her stories of the smelly one and the old one - who'd actually been younger than Barbara by the way. Emma chuckled when her mother complained about her two incompetent lovers, marvelling at her new attitude and willingness to openly talk about such things, and derisively agreeing that men could be so stupid and inconsiderate at times.

At the same time, the two boys were also getting acquainted in the living room. They discovered mutual interests in music and sport, both being keen followers of F1 motor racing and fans of music from the sixties, especially The Beatles. Inevitably of course, they ended up surreptitiously comparing the two women. Fortunately for them, they didn't go down the slippery path of comparing the mother and daughter's sexual partialities - the two feisty ladies would probably have castrated them with a rusty knife if they'd ever discovered that had happened.

Early in the evening, over a meal of really great Fish & Chips from the nearby chippy washed down with a bottle of perfectly chilled Chardonnay, the two couples decided to have a night out at Barbara's local pub, where the boys could watch some important football match or other on the big screen with all the other sad husbands and boyfriends, while all the ladies had a good gossip. (The girls' opinions of course, the boys were desperate to watch the vital world-cup qualifier.)

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At just after 9:30pm, in the entertainment lounge of the Golden Lion public house, approximately one hundred and fifty obsessed England football supporters were enthralled in a gripping 0-0 defence-dominated draw between England and that powerhouse of world football, Moldova. Meanwhile in the general lounge area, at the other side of the main bar and well away from all the noise and bustle of the games room, Barbara Henson, her daughter Emma, close friend Diane Lang and another good friend Angela Barratt, were sat around a table having already drunk three bottles of house white between them and three Sex-on-the-beach cocktails each. They were just about to prove that, when flocks of ladies are mixed with a large quantities of alcohol, their conversation will invariably turn to sex. Like a gathering of the same quantity of men, who would almost certainly be talking about sport, the ladies language will degenerate into the kind of terminology usually associated with the gutter.

"C'mon then Barb, What gives? Just how good at shagging is that young man of yours eh?"

After a split-second of shocked silence, the other three ladies gathered around the table collectively burst into hysterical laughter.

"Bloody hell Angie, Where did THAT come from? We were all talking about Diane's new handbag a second ago." Barbara snorted, exhaling a spray of wine from her mouth as she tried her best not to choke to death.

"Well, we HAVE all seen you walking around with that daft grin on your face," Chuckled Diane, "So... Is he really THAT good?"

"Yes, c'mon mum. Dish the dirt, you old hussy."

"Emma... Really. You shouldn't talk to me like that. I'm your mother, remember." Barbara tittered, hiccuping into her drink, "It's none of your business, but since you're all obviously desperate to know about my sex-life... Yes he's fucking brilliant. I've never cum so often in my whole life!"

The four tipsy women once more erupted into shrieks of laughter, shedding tears of drunken amusement at their friend's indisputable pride in her intimate disclosure. After a minute or so of crying and sniggering, Diane looked over at the youngest member of their conclave and asked jocularly, "And what about you, young Emma. Yours looks about fourteen. Has he started puberty yet?" Barbara and the others grinned at her daughter, intrigued by her unusual hesitancy.

"Actually. If you must know. He's nineteen, almost twenty... And incidentally, he's hung like a fucking horse. So there..." Emma eventually babbled in reply, her voice hoarse with all the laughing she'd been doing.

"Oh my God Emma," Angela sighed, her eyes glazing over wistfully, "Just how big is he?"

"We...ll, lets just say, I've had some a little longer, but he's as thick a frigging beer can." Bragged Emma, conspiratorially bending closer to the others and lowering her voice.

Once again, their peals of laughter echoed around the almost empty room, followed by a few moments of silence as they digested what had just been disclosed by the mother and daughter pair.

"Fucking hell, I'm horny," Angela announced suddenly, after downing the remainder of her drink and gathering her belongings, "I'm going to fetch John from that damn football match. We need to go home and have a long, long chat."

"A chat eh? That's a likely story. You just want your kitty seeing to, you randy cow." Her best friend Diane giggled, "Mind you, I could do with a good shafting myself after all that talk about young, thick cocks. God you two must be the luckiest women I've ever met, you pair of smug bitches."

Emma looked over at her mother. Suddenly they burst into laughter and hugged each other tightly in a loving embrace...

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After the match, Jake and his new friend George returned to their dates to find the two giddy, inebriated ladies laughing and giggling together at their table. Diane had left them a few minutes earlier to search for her husband, hoping to find him and drag him home in order to give her "A damn good seeing to - whether he's in the fucking mood or not." She'd tried to whisper secretly to her friends, but drunkenly informed the rest of the laughing pub patrons instead. The two amused young men then decided that, given the inebriated state of the their dates, it would probably be better if they all walked back to the apartment rather than get a taxi and risk the girls throwing up and making a mess of the innocent driver's work-vehicle. Of course, what should have been a fifteen or twenty minute walk, actually took the wobbly foursome more like an hour before they finally made it back to Barbara's comfortable home shortly after midnight.

"I'll make some black coffee, shall I?" Jake asked, smiling cordially at his still-mellow lover.

"Yes please, my lovely young stud. I'll reward you later my darling boy." Barbara giggled back, throwing her arms around his neck and giving him a big, sloppy kiss on the lips.

"Hey, get a room you two." Emma chortled from the kitchen doorway, "Impressionable young girl here."

"Button it Junior, your mum likes a little fun too, you know." Barbara retorted, pushing her daughter into the living room and onto the sofa beside the grinning George, then sitting down heavily on the one facing them.

The totally sober Jake soon brought a tray containing a steaming pot of coffee, four mugs, and a large plate of chocolate biscuits and carefully placed them on the low table between the two sofas. After pouring all four drinks, he politely handed them around before sitting next to the hostess and putting his free arm along the sofa back and around her shoulders. "Everybody okay now?" He asked, smiling warmly at the watching Emma then kissing her mother softly on the lips...

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(Look out for part 3 - Coming soon.)