The Lesson Ch. 03

"Mum, I went and saw Duncan yesterday," Amanda said, with a slight tremor in her voice.

Latisha felt her heart flutter momentarily at the mention of her son-in-law's name. She sat at the table with her eyes downcast for a second before taking an involuntarily deep breath and looking up at her daughter. Her daughter's usually vibrant and pretty face appeared so solemn at the present, she thought, and of course she felt for her.

"That's nice, dear. How was he?" Latisha asked, a little nervously.

"I think he is worse, Mum," Amanda responded.

"Worse? How come?" asked Latisha. She was not sure she wanted to hear the answer, but her daughter had asked to speak to her about her estranged husband and somewhat reluctantly she had agreed. Latisha secretly wished that her daughter would not return to Duncan and was quite worried where the conversation might lead.

"Mum, we had sex."

Latisha's heart skipped another beat, and she felt a pang of jealousy in the pit of her stomach at her daughter's candid revelation. She couldn't help but think about her young son-in-law and his 'attributes' and the last time she had enjoyed his personal attention.

"You alright, Mum?"

"Yes...yes, of course. Just a little surprised that is all...didn't think you two would sort things out. Hmm...no, that is great news, Amanda, really," Latisha stammered.

"It wasn't great, Mum. It was terrible. Duncan tried some weird stuff on me, Mum, not normal sorta stuff I can tell you."

Latisha swallowed nervously, "I see."

"Mum, do you think it is normal for a man to want to stick his finger up a girl's bum?"

"Oh...um, it all depends, I guess, what ever rocks your boat, they say," Latisha said, quite surprised at her daughter's question.

"Well Mum, it doesn't rock my boat, I can tell you. I mean to say, a real lady would not permit that behaviour, would she?"

"Mum, would she?"

Latisha felt her cheeks redden slightly, "No, I don't suppose so. But, each to their own, Amanda, I would not want to be too judgemental of others. What consenting people do in the privacy of their own homes...."

"But I was not consenting. He tried to tie me up first, bloody weirdo, and of course he wanted me to dress up in some tarty outfit, the creep..."

Latisha was sure she was blushing even more now, and she quickly hopped up off the chair to go to the fridge. "Would you like some water, dear?"

"He never finished, Mum, didn't even really get started properly before I jumped up and got out of there!"

Latisha walked back over with a bottle of water and a couple of glasses, then sat back down and gripped her daughter's small hand. She was somewhat elated to hear that Duncan had not gone all the way with Amanda, and things were still strained between the pair.

"Mum, I think Duncan is seeing someone else!" Amanda blurted.

Latisha nearly chocked on her mouthful of water she had just taken, "What?"

"I went back to the apartment today. You know how he has bought me slutty little outfits in the past...that, I might add, I have never worn?"

"Mmm, yes," Latisha said, as she carefully sipped some more water, her heart racing again.

"Well, I am sure one of them has been worn, a short leather skirt and lacy bodice and some other things. I found them in a drawer, all creased up and smelling of perfume!"

"Um...maybe it was...maybe it was Duncan. You know he likes to wear that stuff sometimes, pet," Latisha offered, squirming momentarily on her seat.

"No, Mum. It's all way to small for him, the prick. I know he is seeing someone else...that is why he tried that weird stuff on me. Some slut has been teaching him some new things since we were together last, I am sure of it!"

"I think you are just being a little silly, my dear, imagination running away a bit..." Latisha said, somewhat patronisingly.

"I also found these..." Amanda held up a pair of expensive looking lace g-strings, "They are not mine, Mum. I found them in his drawer...and they have been worn!"

Latisha looked down at the underwear dangling from her daughter's fingers and instantly recognised them. They were hers!

"I...I...don't know what to say..." Latisha stammered, her face blushing a deep crimson.

"Don't worry, Mum, she can have him for all I care. Stuff him!"

* * *

The next day Latisha rang Duncan's mobile phone, "It's me...yep...ah huh...of course...yes Duncan...that's right...can't get enough. Listen...I need to speak to you..."

It had been several weeks since Latisha had first had sex with her son-in-law, and now it seemed whenever her husband, George, was away at sea, Duncan would contact her. Sometimes their liaisons were brief, just a quick bang at his apartment on her way past after doing some banking, well quick for her son-in-law anyway. Twice, they had spent most of the night together, and they had fucked numerous times.

Funnily enough, Latisha had been a most unwilling victim at first. Duncan had threatened to send her husband footage he had sneakily taped of their first time together, when she had let her cock-teasing get a little out of hand, something that Latisha had certainly not meant to happen. Now, Latisha found it increasingly difficult to keep away from the young man's hard cock and his rough treatment. Latisha had recently discovered she loved to be mistreated during sex, something she could not ignore, and it worried her.

Later that evening, Latisha drove around to her son-in-law's. Somewhat reluctantly she had decided to tell him it was over, she could not continue to screw him anymore now that her daughter was suspicious of him. It pained her to think of the hurt that would befall Amanda should she ever discover it was her very own mother that was fucking her estranged husband!

"Hi ya, precious," Duncan said, as he stood at the doorway looking down at his mother-in-law, "Come on in, how much time have we got?"

"Not too long, Duncan. I only want to talk..." Latisha said, as she stepped inside and looked around the small lounge room, "Oh...hello. Sorry, I didn't realise you had company," Latisha said, surprised to see a young man sitting on the large settee. "Maybe I should go."

"No...no, it's fine. That's Brett. Brett, Latisha," Duncan said, introducing his friend to his mother-in-law.

Latisha reached out with her right hand, "Hi, Brett."

Brett shook the pro-offered hand gently and smiled at the pretty blond woman standing before him. He thought she looked embarrassed and noticed her cheeks partly blushing as he held her hand a little longer than necessary.

"Brett's an old school friend of mine, Teesh. Up from down South for a week, aren't ya mate."

"Pleased to meet you, Latisha... Duncan has told me a lot about you," Brett said, smiling at her obvious discomfort of the situation.

Latisha pulled her hand away, "Oh...he has, has he?"

Brett chuckled, lasciviously, and he openly looked the woman up and down. She was wearing a mid-thigh-length, pleated skirt and a white shirt unbuttoned far enough to expose a moderate amount of cleavage. On the left side of her shirt was her company name embroidered in green. On her feet, she wore a pair of open-toed high heels of a grey colour similar to her skirt. She looked like the professional business woman that she was.

"He said you were pretty...he was right, too, miss."

"Well thankyou for saying so, Brett, but I think you may need your eyes checked, I am old enough to be your mother you know?" Latisha said a little distasteful of the young man's blatant admiration of her. She wondered just how much had her son-in-law told the young fellow.

"Brett's had a bit of bad luck lately...him and his fiancé have split after a couple of years, hey Brett."

Brett nodded slowly, still smiling at Latisha.

"So he thought it would be good to come up and visit me...seeing I'm more or less single, too," Duncan said, "Maybe have a bit of fun while he's here to get over his bitch of a girlfriend, that right mate?"

"Yep...sure is, Dunc."

Latisha noticed a few empty Corona bottles on the large, round coffee table, all with a bit of lemon slice jammed in them, "I see..."

"Like a drink then, Teesh, got a bottle of white chilled if you like?" Duncan asked.

Latisha sighed, "Duncan, can I speak to you privately for a moment?"

"Sure. Where abouts, in my bedroom?"

"How about outside by the barbeque," she suggested firmly.

The pair of them went out the back sliding door leaving Brett alone for a few minutes.

"Duncan, just how much have you told your 'old' school friend, who is all of twenty-two, about me?" Latisha whispered urgently.

"Not too much, Teesh. But don't worry, he wouldn't say a word to anyone, promise," Duncan whispered back, as he placed an arm around her waist and drew her closer to him.

"Get out of it, Duncan!" Latisha growled softly when he pulled her up against his chest and tried to kiss her, "You bastard...you didn't tell him, did you?"

Duncan ran his hand over the outside of her shirt and squeezed her breast firmly. He pulled her face up to his and forced her to kiss him. She struggled for a few moments longer, and then he felt her resolve soften.

Neither of them heard the sliding door open.

Brett stood by the doorway quietly and watched as his friend kissed the older woman passionately. She had her back to the door and he watched intently as Duncan ran his hands down her slim waist and onto her hips, pulling her toward him; he then moved his hands around to grip her shapely backside and squeeze her cheeks. Brett looked up and noticed that his friend had opened his eyes and was watching him perving on them kissing. But he didn't stop; instead, Duncan pulled at Latisha's pleated skirt... and very slowly, raised it until it was just past her buttocks.

Brett took a gulp, she was wearing a Brazilian-cut pair of black lace panties, very nice, he thought, and he continued to watch. Duncan's hands were caressing the woman's pretty backside, pulling her panties up the crack of her bottom and rubbing her arse in circles. She looked to be rubbing herself back against Duncan's groin as she continued to kiss him, now obviously enjoying the attention.

"Hey you two love-birds, got that bottle of wine open for ya," Brett sniggered as he stood not more than two metres away from where they were kissing.

Latisha pushed Duncan away, "It's...it's not what you think, Brett, I assure you..." she stammered, thoroughly embarrassed at her predicament, and quickly straightening up her rumpled skirt.

"Yeah...of course it's not, Latisha, of course it's not," Brett said knowingly.

Once back inside Latisha found a glass of wine awaiting her in Brett's hand. She took it off him somewhat graciously and took a long sip, a chardonnay, she thought. She noticed Brett was not as tall as she had expected as he stood close to her, probably not more than a few inches taller than herself, and he did look young, somewhat younger than even Duncan.

"It was just an innocent little kiss, Brett, that's all," Latisha offered.

"Yeah...of course it was, miss, the kind of kiss he gives you just before he fucks you, hey?"

Latisha nearly dropped her glass, "I...I beg your pardon, young man!"

Brett looked her directly in the eyes, "You heard, miss, I know you let him fuck you, he's told me, hey, guess what, he's even shown me the video!"

Latisha felt herself blush deeply, and she quickly looked away from the young man's piercing green eyes and took in a large mouthful of wine and swallowed. What could she say?

Duncan came up behind her and put his hands around her slim waist, "It's alright, Brett's okay, he won't say a word, promise. Hey, besides, it's his birthday tomorrow so let's just have a little celebration, okay?"

Latisha allowed herself to be walked around to the other side of the settee and sat down. Brett sat close by...far too close for her liking, and he opened another couple of Coronas. Duncan came back over with the bottle of wine and topped-up Latisha's glass, then forced in a couple of slices of lemon into the necks of the bottles of pale beer, then he too sat down next to her.

"How about some music, old mate?" Brett asked.

Duncan picked up a remote and turned on his sound-system, he had already loaded some CD's in it earlier and a raunchy Shakira number came on.

Latisha sat nervously between the two young men as they chatted together, and in less than a few minutes she had finished her glass of wine. Brett quickly replenished it for her and placed an arm along the top of the settee behind her head. She did not know what to think and knew she should be getting home as Amanda was expecting her for tea soon.

"Maybe I should go...let you boys have a good old catch-up on your own, hey?"

Duncan rested his left hand on her knee and lent in close to her ear and nibbled it with his teeth, darting his tongue in and around, tickling her, "Why don't you give me mate a bit of a birthday kiss first, Teesh?" he whispered to her softly.

Latisha turned sharply and looked at him in disbelief, "You are kidding, aren't you?"

Duncan chuckled, "Nup, I want you to give him a kiss...a good birthday kiss...or," Duncan slipped his hand up her skirt and felt between her thighs roughly, "Or...I might just fuck you here and now in front of him."

Latisha felt a tingle in her pussy at Duncan's uninvited touch and she felt herself bite her lip as her thighs were forced further apart.

"Why...Duncan...why?"

"It's just a kiss, Latisha," Duncan whispered in her ear, "Give him a bit of a thrill, hey?"

Latisha closed her eyes for a moment, and sighed deeply, what a predicament, she thought to herself, she had come here to tell Duncan it was over and instead she was being felt up in front of a total stranger who was blatantly ogling her. And now Duncan wanted her to give his friend a birthday kiss!

"Hey mate," Duncan said to his friend, "Latisha said she'll give you a birthday kiss, if you want, what do ya reckon?"

Brett's eyes nearly jumped out of his head and he looked up at Latisha's face, he had of course been watching Duncan's hand snake up the woman's thigh, and could only imagine what his friend was doing to her under her skirt.

"Yeah? Sounds great!" Brett exclaimed enthusiastically, allowing his hand to slip down onto her shoulders.

"Just a peck...okay, that's all, birthday boy," Latisha told him.

Brett leaned over toward the woman's face and drew her closer, he felt her tense up at his touch and he licked his lips in anticipation. She had a smallish mouth, he thought, but her lips were nice and full. When he was only a few centimetres from her mouth he reached around the back of her head and held her as he placed his mouth on hers.

Latisha reluctantly allowed the young man to kiss her and she closed her eyes while he slobbered over her slightly parted mouth. After a few moments she was able to pull away, just as he had placed his right hand on her breast.

"That's enough...thankyou, Brett, happy birthday!" she said, pushing his hand away.

"Thanks, Latisha, thanks a lot," Brett muttered hoarsely, as he looked longingly into her blue eyes.

"Teesh, I think you can do better than that, don't you? Come on, it's his bloody birthday! Give him a proper kiss, would ya? She's a good kisser, Bretto, just wait."

Latisha frowned at Duncan; his hand still up her skirt, touching her, "Duncan, I don't just kiss anybody, thanks...aaah...careful!" she squealed, just as he pushed one of his fingers partway into her vagina.

"Do it, Latisha, I want you to do it," Duncan said firmly, forcing his middle digit into her pussy a bit more.

Latisha looked around at Brett who was leaning toward her expectantly, and before she could say a thing, he gripped the back of her head and crushed his lips against hers.

"Mmmm...mmm" Latisha tried to say something, but Brett forced her mouth open with his tongue and he began to kiss her roughly. It was useless, she thought, and she allowed him to continue. All the while she could feel Duncan's thick finger working even deeper into her pussy and she tried to ignore the little tingles of pleasure that rippled inside of her.

Brett of course could not believe his luck, he had often dreamed about older women, something he discovered a lot of young men his age often did. He had seen lots of those MILF sites on the internet, and now, ooh yeah, now he was kissing a pretty woman of forty-two, a dream come true.

Brett felt her relax a bit and he let her lean against the back of the seat. Now he got a bit gamer, and dropping his hand down onto her breast, he began to squeeze gently. He could feel her lace bra under her shirt, and not sensing any immediate resistance to his groping; he quickly undid a button on her shirt and eased his fingers inside, touching the lacy edge of her cup.

Duncan watched his friend kiss Latisha...and he watched his friend's hand creep into her shirt and rub her breast, first gently, and then a little firmer. He smiled. Duncan raised her skirt up a few inches higher; he could part her legs even wider. Then pulling her panties to one side, he delved his fingers into her rapidly moistening cunt even further.

Latisha felt quite smothered with all the sudden attention the boys were giving her. Brett continued to kiss her deeply, and leaning back against the settee as she now was, she was unable to break free. The young man's tongue continued to dart in and around her small mouth in earnest. She let out a muffled yelp of surprise when his fingers snaked inside her bra, and almost roughly, tweaked and pulled at one of her engorged nipples.

Her breathing became rapid and she squirmed around on the settee, only vaguely aware of whose hands were doing what to her. The fingers in her pussy were driving in and out rapidly and she humped at them almost wantonly, her own passion ever increasing.

With his free hand, Duncan raised her skirt till it was well past her hips, her little lacy-black briefs were pulled over to one side, exposing her hairless snatch almost completely. He inserted a third finger into his mother-in-law's tight hole and felt her buck up against the heel of his hand, rubbing her hard clitoris against it. This was going to be easier than he had thought. He smiled, while watching as his friend unbutton her shirt further, freeing a breast from her straining bra cup.

Latisha felt the young man kissing her finally let up, their lips parting at last and his head drop away from her face, "Nooo...not that...mmm...nooo don't..." she murmured huskily, just as she felt his wet mouth on her exposed nipple and his tongue run circles around its hardness.

"Come on you two...stop...just stop it would...uh...uh...ya," Latisha moaned, the fingers in her pussy were driving her wild.

"That's enough...nooo more...please...."

Brett stopped sucking on her breast just long enough to have a look at what Duncan was doing to her and he liked what he saw. Even better in real life, he thought, so smooth...her cunt was so smooth. He wanted to touch it, too.

"Come on fella's...that's enough...for now....no more. I...I have to go..."

Brett looked at her face...her eyes were closed....her mouth agape. He looked down briefly to watch Duncan's fingers work on her slick pussy and he felt his cock stiffen even harder. He was pretty sure that she now loved every minute of it!

With increased confidence, Brett undid the rest of her shirt buttons and reached behind her to expertly unfasten her bra; he then lifted the cups above her breasts to expose both of her hardened nipples. Pretty, he thought, as he admired them, largest nipples he had ever seen on a woman, he licked his lips and lowered his mouth onto first one and then the other, squeezing them both in turn. And moments later, Brett felt Latisha's hand on the back of his head, rubbing his hair wildly. Even gamer now, he ran his hand down her stomach and felt Duncan's hand between her legs, thrusting back and forward.