Lucy and I hadn't been living together for long before her mother, Maria, asked if she could come and stay for a week. We both said yes as they hadn't seen each other in months. We both organised time off work, taking her out on sightseeing trips and shopping. Sadly a few days before Maria was due to come down, Lucy was asked to come into work. A manager had fallen ill, and there was no one to cover the department. Lucy joked that this was an opportunity for me and Maria to get to know each other as I'd only met her parents once before. Plus, Lucy's parents were reluctant with us living together as they thought we were too young.
Maria arrived the Sunday night. Once she had unpacked, we three went out for a meal before having an early night.
I was up early with Lucy to make breakfast and see her off to work. Maria came down shortly after Lucy had left for work, and we both enjoyed a chat over breakfast. I explained that I'd planned to take her to the shopping centre before having lunch. Once we had finished breakfast, we both went off to get ready. I had thrown on a pair of jeans and a rugby top, but Maria came down dressed like she was off to the office.
"Do you have something more comfortable? We will be doing a lot of walking", I asked.
Maria shook her head and looked and little puzzled. Lucy had told me that Maria was very prim and proper. Until recently, she had worked her whole life in a bank until she was made redundant when the bank was closed.
Once we had got to the shopping centre, our first port of call was the juice bar. Lucy and I do every time we go shopping. We get a passionfruit and mango slushy before hitting the first shop. Lucy had suggested that I should take Maria to her favourite clothes shop.
Maria didn't seem to be overly impressed with the selection of clothes. Not her style, I figured, but I grabbed a dress from a rail and said she should try it on. Both Lucy and Maria are like two peas in a pod. Same height and build, so I think it surprised Maria I knew her dress size.
The dress I chose was similar to one I know looks great on Lucy. Lucy's is white from the waist up, with large red flowers on the lower half. The dress I had picked for Maria was the opposite, red and white flowers below. Maria came out once she had changed and looked at herself in the mirror.
"It's not my style", she said, looking a bit disappointed.
I turned as a shop assistant standing by a clothes rail exclaimed, "You'll turn heads in that dress. What shoe size are you".
Maria told the assistant her shoe size, who then disappeared. She returns a short time later with a pair of flat shoes. She puts them on and again looks in the mirror. Maria is a little more chesty than Lucy, so I could see what the shop assistant was hinting at. Still not looking impressed, I whispered to the assistant to ring everything up. Maria will be wearing the clothes when we leave. The assistant smiled, grabbed something from the till and removed the tag off the dress. She then hands Maria a bag.
"What's this for?" Maria asks.
"To put the clothes you came in with", I replied as I walked toward the tills.
As Maria comes out of the changing room, a couple walks in, and the guy instantly smiles at Maria. We go to leave, and Maria asked if I saw the guy eye her up. I chuckle and say It won't be the last time that will happen. We then head to a few other shops. From time to time, I'd get a dig in the ribs from an elbow. Each time Maria would say "He smiled".
After a few hours, Maria has a big grin on her face. When I suggested grabbing something from the supermarket and returning home to eat, Maria was reluctant to go. I think she was enjoying all attention she was getting. So for a laugh, I said she should walk through the supermarket alone, and I'd walk a few steps behind her. The idea seemed to excite her to no end.
Maria grabs a trolly and starts to head into the supermarket. I'm about ten paces behind her, clocking every guy eyeing her up. As she comes up to the Gentlemen's Grooming aisle, she stops. She then turns and heads off down the aisle. I turn into the aisle and see about half a dozen guys all staring at Maria. Who, by now at the end and looking back smiling. We kept this up until I had gathered everything we needed for lunch. I then caught up to Maria and said we should go. Again she looked disappointed.
Once we were back home, Maria asked if I'd take a picture of her so she could send it to Ron, Lucy's dad. I did as she asked and headed to the kitchen to prepare lunch. A few minutes pass, and I hear a roar of laughter from Maria. I poked my head into the living room to see what was happening. Maria apologised and explained Ron had sent her a text, but it was too rude to read out.
After lunch, we both chuckled about the events of the day, and time seemed to fly as we chatted. So much so that neither of us heard the front door open as Lucy came in.
"What the hell!" exclaimed Lucy as she entered the living room to see her mum in a similar dress.
Maira jumped out of her seat and twirled as Lucy said, "What have you done with my mother?"
She then walks over to Maria, and the pair begin to giggle like school kids. I leave and open some wine. I pour out two glasses and return to the living room. I leave the pair of them alone, laughing as Maria tells Lucy about all the guys eyeing her up.
A short time later, Lucy comes to find me in the kitchen prepping the veg for dinner later and asks, "You're not leading my mother astray?". I laugh before explaining that Maria looked like she was off to the office this morning. Buying the dress was to get her out of those awful clothes, not to get eyed up by every Tom, Dick and Harry. I then got a slap on the arm from Lucy. Then a kiss on the cheek as Lucy says, "That's for being naughty. Naughty buying the dress and for making my mother look like me".
Lucy did make a good point about how Maria did look like Lucy. But I thought I at least got to see how Lucy would look in twenty years.
After dinner, Lucy said her mother should come and try on some of her other clothes. Maria quickly agreed, and Lucy opened another bottle of wine before saying, "We may be a while". The pair then disappeared upstairs. I relaxed in front of the TV, listening to the laughter.
The pair returned after a couple of hours in dressing gowns. Both had rosy cheeks and seemed worn out. Not long afterwards, we decided it was time for bed. As Lucy and I lay there in the blackness, I hear the bed bang against the wall and a soft moan coming from Maria's room. Then Lucy starts to wobble as you do when trying not to laugh. I whisper, asking Lucy what was going on. She turned to me with tears of laughter running down her face and explained that she'd given her mum a vibrator to play with.
I was down early to make tea and toast with Maria close behind with a spring in her step. Lucy joined us not long after and hurriedly eat breakfast. She then got ready for work and rushed out the door.
I asked Maria what she wanted to do today. She replied that she wanted to try more of Lucy's clothes on, then perhaps a little more shopping.
I made Maria a fresh cuppa before she headed up to rummage through Lucy's wardrobe. I sat on my laptop catching up on some work and watching funny videos.
After an hour, Maria walks back into the kitchen wearing one of Lucy's long sleeve black bodysuits and tennis skirts and flicks the kettle on.
"Well, what do you think?" Maria asks, turning slowly.
"Erm, wow!" I said, lost for words.
Maria made us both a cuppa and sat down opposite me. The bodysuit on Maria was far tighter than on Lucy. The fabric is stretched so tight it's almost see-through. She had no bra on, and her nipples were visible. I didn't know where to look as she tried to chat.
There was a slight pause in the conversation before Maria suddenly said, "I want to go to Ann Summers".
She knew how to pick her moment as I had taken a sip of my tea and nearly spat it out. I had to think quickly for some reason why walking through Ann Summers with my girlfriend's mum wasn't a good idea.
Was this because Lucy gave her the vibrator?
"Is there something particular you're looking for because you get everything online? I can show you where to look. There are more shops than Ann Summers." I said, hoping this would be a better solution.
Maria agreed then disappeared upstairs, I assumed to have a wee. I opened several tabs on my laptop with the shop's Lucy and I have looked at. Maria returns and sits down next to me. I turned the laptop towards her, so I couldn't see what she clicked on. She starts to click on the underwear. I know because she showed me a few items to ask my opinion.
After a few minutes, Maria begins to squirm in her seat and breath slightly faster. Her cheeks started to turn red and licking her lips. Then she stopped and closed her eyes and began to quiver slightly. She turned and tried to stand, but her legs buckled beneath her.
"Are you ok?" I asked as I reached out my hand to steady her.
Maria grasped my hand tightly and replied, "Yep", breathlessly.
She takes a moment, then tried to stand again, and again her legs gave away. She lent back in the chair, her hand still grasped tightly in mine. Her face was now bright red. She was panting deeply. The thought that she might be having a heart attack or something ran through my head.
"Oh fuck! Make it stop." Maria then cried out as she thrust something into my hand.
I looked down at the object Maria had given me. It was the remote control to a love egg I had bought for Lucy. I pressed the off button. Maria suddenly relaxed and took a deep breath. Her hand let go of mine, and she sat there with her eyes closed and arms hung limply in her lap.
I smiled, thinking if this was something I should tell Lucy later or would Maria even want me to mention it at all. I stood up and poured her a glass of wine, then placed it down on the table beside her saying, "Drink this".
Maria finally opened her eyes, grabbed the glass and took a couple of big gulps.
"Can I have some more, please?" Maria said, handing me the now empty glass after a few downing the wine. I smiled and poured out the last of the wine, then placed it down beside her.
"What setting did you have this on?" I ask, thinking Maria might have it set on high, judging by her reaction.
"There are different settings?" she exclaimed.
I laughed as I explain that there are three different power settings, along with five different vibration modes. Maira looked puzzled as she said, "I just switched it on".
It then dawned on me that Maria still had the egg inside her. Would she take it the wrong way if I were to switch it on again to see her reaction?
Then I thought about what kind of reaction she'd have to other settings.
"I'll assume that you would rather I not mention this to Lucy?" I ask.
Maria nodded her head franticly "Hell yes", she replied eagerly.
I saw this as a sign to have a bit of fun. So I waited until she had recovered her strength and polished off the remainder of the wine. I switched the egg back on, to the shock of Maria, who cried out, "You Bastard".
I flicked the toggle button, so the egg vibrated differently. A look of surprise came over her face as she exclaimed, "What are you doing?"
I pressed the toggle button again. Maria was again beginning to squirm in her seat. She reached out and grabbed my arm and said, "Stop this".
She was starting to groan again, so I pressed to toggle button again. Maria's grip tightened on my arm, and she let out a low groan. I knew pressing the button once more would bring us back to the beginning. I pressed the button again to bring full circle. I then pressed the power-up button. Maria's body contorted and shook, then she cried out, "Fuck!".
It took me a moment before I decided she had had enough and switched the egg off. Maria slumped onto the table, breathing frantically.
Knowing I should do something. I picked Maria up in my arms, then carried her to the living room and laid her on the sofa.
I stood and watched Maria as she lay there breathing heavily for a moment. With each breath, her chest heaved, her erect nipples almost piercing through the fabric. I moved quickly to the kitchen as I was beginning to get excited.
I reached for the wine glass to clean it when I noticed the seat had been sitting in was damp. I wiped the seat over before cleaning the glass. It then struck me that the egg was still inside Maria. Should I wait for her to regain her strength so she could remove it?
The thought of doing it myself excited me even more, even knowing it was wrong. I walked back into the living room. Maria still laid in the same position I had placed her. |
