From there on. I would go out with her at least once a week if not twice on some occasions, staying overnight to have the delight of fucking her till the early hours of the morning.
It was several months later, when at home with my parents that my mother, at dinner one evening brought up the fact that I stayed over at her house quite frequently now.
'Do you sleep in a separate bedroom or do you share her bed?' was the question she asked. I'm not sure if my face had gone red or not as I looked down at my dinner plate. Here, dad came to my rescue.
'What difference does it make Mary if he's sleeping with her? He's still a young man and has the need to sow some wild oats,' and gave out a laugh at what he had said.
'It's not right!' she bristled. 'For heaven's sake! She's the same age as me!
'Aw come on Mary! Isn't it better that he learns what it's all about from an experienced woman than some flighty young thing who could finish up being pregnant?' This shut her up and the rest of the meal was finished in silence. Thank you dad, I said under my breath by not having to admit that I was fucking this woman who was old enough to be my mother. Besides, I liked fucking her, sucking her and having her say what a wonderful lover I was becoming. I was big headed in those early days.
No more was said on the subject though it became apparent a year later when I said that I was moving in to live with Sheila. That was like a minor atomic bomb being dropped.
Sheila had liked having me and said that I was fun to be with, both in and out of bed and had made me this offer which I didn't refuse. I now know that I was what is called a toy boy, her being as old as she was, (now thirty eight and me just reaching eighteen.)
It was a slightly acrimonious last dinner with my parents before I left home to move in with Sheila but it smoothed itself out later as I promised to spend at least one dinner a month with them. This dinner promise helped me later over a sticky patch which we will come to later.
So I became Sheila's toy boy. A randy fucker that like fucking her and she loved having me see to her needs too. Though there was one need she wanted and it wasn't me that supplied it. I found out a month or so after moving in, that she smoked grass and much later that she also sniffed cocaine.
I was shocked when I found this out, but she was too far gone in the habit for me to get her to break away from it. It came out at a party we went to that also had Jacob and Fiona there. I can't remember whose party it was, but quite a few of the guests there started rolling joints. Now I hadn't been the brightest spark at school but I did know that the smoking of grass or whatever, was not the thing to do.
I was called a dry stick for not having a few puffs but I stuck to my refusing all that offered me a toke. As it was, I didn't have to smoke a joint for I got quite heady from the exhalations of what those that did.
It was three months later that I learned that she snorted cocaine too. Here again, it was Jacob and Fiona that were involved too. We were in Hanover Square that first time, just having had dinner and were in the lounge having our coffee. Trevor had been told that he wouldn't be required for the rest of the evening, so just the four of us were left alone.
Now the three of them knew that I wouldn't smoke one of their joints, but lit up theirs and to hell with me as it were. What with the cannabis and the drink they'd consumed, I supposed I wasn't that surprised when a small sachet of white powder was emptied out onto the coffee table.
I was already slightly heady from the cannabis fumes in the room when they started on the coke. The sachet contents were sub-divided into three portions and these separated into two again in lines of equal length. Five pound notes were produced and rolled into small tubes as each of them sniffed up a line into each nostril.
It wouldn't have made any difference for me to say anything against this, so just watched them do this and fall back into their seats with bemused and quite inane smiles on their faces.
'Put some music on Randy,' Sheila slurred from her chair. This I did, feeling a bit wobbly from the fumes of the cannabis. I didn't know that this was the prelude to being a witness to a lesbian performance. Fiona got up first and began to sway to the music and then pulled Sheila up onto her feet and they began to sway and dance together.
I suppose it was inevitable with two women dancing together that they should kiss, being both high on cannabis and cocaine that they would start to undress each other as they danced. Shoes were kicked off as they moved and it was Sheila's shoulder straps that were pushed off first. Her dress slithering down her body and they moved so that her feet were free from it as Fiona's straps were pushed down, revealing that she was quite well endowed up top.
It didn't take long for the bras to come off to give both Jacob and myself a view of the two buxom women. I was mesmerised at seeing my second naked woman and didn't notice Jacob stagger over to the record player and put a fresh on one the turntable, me watching two pair of naked breasts rubbing up against each other.
It didn't take long before the suspender belts, stockings and panties were off and they danced tight up to each other. Their pubic regions grinding up against the other as they fell to the floor and seemed to writhe and squirm like two snakes on the carpet.
As they moved about and finished up top to tail, heads buried between the thighs of the other, Jacob had come across and was suddenly there between my legs as I sat in my chair watching the two women suck and tongue each other.
'Turns you on, doesn't it,' he said in a slightly slurred voice as his hand pulled down the zipper of my trouser front. His elbows were on my knees as he had moved his hand into the opening of my trousers and I couldn't help but give out a shiver as his hand took hold of me and pulled my erection out of my trousers. I didn't know I was in that state just watching the women perform, but he must have known what my reaction would be for he had it out in the open, standing up stiff as a board.
'Now I know why Sheila has you here,' he said just before he lowered his head and took the head of my cock into his mouth. God, he was like a vacuum cleaner the power he had in his suction. What with his hand holding me firm in his grip as he moved it up and down. His tongue playing havoc with the eye, I couldn't help but give out a groan at this as I watched the two women writhe about on the carpet.
It wasn't until I began to buck my hips and come into his mouth did I realise that this was only the second male to suck on my cock, Kat at school being the first. Even not having taken any drugs, I still felt as high as a kite at having my throbbing prick sucked in this fashion as I watched the women perform. They must have rolled over for Sheila was now on top of Fiona.
At that point I closed my eyes at the pleasure I was getting from being sucked in this fashion and sank back into the chair when I'd finished coming in Jacob's mouth.
'You taste delicious,' Jacob said as I felt the cool air waft round the head of my cock. I opened my eyes to see him smiling up at me and his mouth opened for me to see that it was full of my coming which he then swallowed and licked his lips. 'I'd would like more of this,' he said as he say back onto his heels. 'Will you suck on me now?' he asked.
'No,' I said somewhat croakily, not being that far gone.
'Fuck me then?' he asked.
'No to that too,' I said, pulling my still hard cock from his hand and pushing it back inside my trousers
'Oh, what a pity. It's such a nice big cock too,' he said as I moved and got up from the chair and left the lounge. Let them get on with it I thought as I went upstairs and undressed before getting into bed.
I was asleep when Sheila got into bed and I must have been having some erotic dream for I came awake with a steaming hard on that she now held in her hand.
'Why didn't you stay?' she asked, her voice still slightly slurred. 'You're nearly twice the size of Jacob and Fiona would have loved to have had you.'
'Jacob wanted me to have him too,' I replied, 'but it was you that I wanted,' I said as I rolled over, pushing her onto her back and mounted her. 'I didn't want Fiona or Jacob. Did you?..did you let Jacob?..No, don't answer that,' I said between gritted teeth as I hammered away in my fucking of her, hoping that he hadn't fucked her, having me batting on a sticky wicket.
'The answer is no,' she gasped as I really pounded myself into her. 'When I saw that you'd left the lounge, I told them to fuck off as I wanted you to fuck me as you're doing now. Oh Randy, you randy fucker?.keep?.keep going, I'm about to?.aaaargh,' she screamed as she arched her body up to mine and gave out an enormous shudder before falling back.
That wasn't the only time I saw her take cocaine after smoking pot and when I later saw the white powder come out, I would leave the lounge for it was something that I didn't want to become involved in.
I would often go into the study and play some games on the computer and also browse through what there was inside. It was on one such night that I came across a copy of what was her will.
Now I knew that she was worth a considerable fortune and found that she had let half of her estate to her sister and the other half to be shared between her nephew and niece.
It was some time later that I found the signed and witnessed copy of this will in one of the drawers of the desk that was usually locked. She had slipped up this time and had left the keys on the desk top. It was at that point that I made up my mind to see to my future, for I was damn sure that with her having this habit of drug taking would in the long run, kill her.
So having formulated some sort of plan. Loose though it was, I still put it into motion the very next day. Now she had been quite free in giving me money and now I went off to a jewellers and bought an engagement ring. I'd already ascertained the ring size by putting some of hers onto my fingers for this.
This box and the receipt I put away carefully and during the next session she had of drug taking with Jacob and Fiona, I went off to the study and wrote out a new will on the computer. Here, I kept to the wording of the original but did some small changes. I increased Trevor's bequest from five thousand pounds to ten. The same for both Anne and Alice.
To her sister, I wrote in the sum of one million pounds. To her niece and nephew, half a million pounds each. The residue of the estate to be for my future husband, Randolph Oates, now living at this address. For witnesses, I put down Jacob Riley and Fiona Hamilton, undated. Presumptuous I know, but there would be another drug session sometime in the future when I would be able to get their signatures.
I knew now that I was known as her toy boy, but I was also almost what you would call her secretary as I would type up a lot of her letters for her to sign later, and the time came for me to put my plan for the signatures into motion.
I had just finished up writing a new contract for the gardening firm and all it needed now was her signature, as well as a few other letters.
It was on this evening that Jacob and Fiona came round and they did their usual thing. Smoking pot first before snorting their white powder. Sheila was now used to me walking out when they did this, somewhat annoyed that I wouldn't take part in their fun, as she called it, but, as usual, didn't mind when I said that I would go and finish her letters, plus the gardening contract.
In the study, I pulled up my copy of her will and put in that days date under the three names. This I printed off as well as several letters for her signature. I timed it right, for when I entered the lounge later, they were all stoned out of their minds.
'Why now Randy?' she said somewhat petulantly as I sat down next to her naked body.
'I want to get them in the post tomorrow,' I said, placing the clipboard on her lap and putting a pen into her hand. 'The letter to your dress maker,' I said. This being the top one of the six sheets I had on the board. When she signed this, I just lifted up the bottom end of each page for her to sign. The middle one being the will that I had written up. With these all signed, I then went over to naked Fiona.
'Can you witness this contract for the gardeners,' I asked, lifting the right page and pointing where she was to sign. No problem there, nor was there with Jacob, getting him to sign in the right place.
Yes, yes, yes! I exultantly went back to the study and carefully put the will away with my things and put the others in their envelopes for posting.