Getting Married Set Me Free Pt, 03 - Sex Stories

Getting Married Set Me Free Pt, 03

... 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 ...