Mrs R (Mrs R & Mr V #1) (15 page)

CHAPTER 7

Thoroughly sated after a hugely
delightful morning proving to Luc that she did indeed want to keep having sex
with him in every conceivable position her 40 year old plus body would allow;
Rachel spent the day clearing out Nate’s closet. Part of her felt a bit guilty
knowing she finally had the strength to do this long overdue job because of
Luc. Or more accurately, after she had been fucked every which way into
oblivion.

If truth be told the distraction
was a mercy; she needed to get on with her life and the only way to move
forward was to say goodbye to the past. Fortified by the happy visions of Luc
naked gifting her with multiple orgasms Rachel filled black sack after black
sack with Nate’s clothes. She kept a few sentimental pieces – sweatshirts
and t-shirts she loved to wear to bed or around the house, but the rest of the
stuff held no value for her any more.

Rachel was not naïve; she knew Luc
was not her knight in shining armour and certainly not her happy ever after,
but he was certainly a tonic to chase away her blues and get her mojo back.
There was a definite satisfaction to his interest in her being that she was so
much older than him, and she was determined to get her fill before he had had
enough or headed back to university. Rachel knew he was a good person and would
never hurt her intentionally especially as he treasured his friendship with the
twins so highly, and it was because of this that she felt safe and free with
him. Additionally, if she was brutally honest with herself, she
was
flattered by the attention Luc paid
her; he seemed genuinely attracted to her if his constant hard on was an
accurate indication. Luc was young enough to be her son with the looks of a
Calvin Klein underwear model – the fact that he wanted her when he could
have his pick of pretty young things boosted her ego enormously.

As Rachel ploughed on with the
cleansing process however, an unexpected wave of grief caught her unawares as
the familiar scent of her late husband wafted from his closet engulfing her
with an overwhelming sense of his presence.

“Nate” Rachel spoke softly to the
empty space, “can you hear me?”

So strong was the feeling of him
being close at that very moment it brought Rachel to her knees with a sob. She
was holding one of his shirts and she desperately clasped it to her face
wishing hopelessly to be snuggled safely in his familiar embrace. Rachel
reached out to Nate and in her mind attempted to convey him how much she missed
him and how she would always love him and to forgive her for being silly with
Luc. A strong sense of calm descended over her following her confession, and
she drifted over to her bed where she curled up with Nate’s shirt tucked
tightly in her arms and fell into a deep sleep.

Feeling warm and rested Rachel
reached over to Nate’s side of the bed as she did automatically on waking even
after all this time. Expecting to find the pillow bare and his side of the bed
cool to her touch her hand came into contact with a body – distinctly
male and naked to her touch.

“Luc!” Rachel admonished as her
eyes flew open ready to tell him off for being so reckless in the middle of the
day, but lying there facing her was not Luc but her husband Nate.

Startled, Rachel scrambled back to
her side of the bed and would have fallen right on her arse off the edge if her
‘dead’ husband hadn’t grabbed her to prevent her escaping.

“Where are you going?” he asked
her, the tone of his distinctive voice achingly familiar to her. “Don’t you
want to know why I am here?”

“This can’t be happening,” thought
Rachel; her mind struggling to comprehend what was going on. Nate shifted up a
little bit resting his head on his hand smiling at her waiting for her to
accept what she was seeing.

“You are dreaming my love…you
conjured me up into your imagination and here I am.”

Disappointment crashed into her
and she began to cry into her hands. Nate pulled at her wrists and uncovered
her face planting kisses on her cheeks, forehead, nose and lips soothing away
her pain, as only he knew how.

“Rachel, you continue to carry me
with you in your head and your heart so that I am always near the surface of
your thoughts. When you are asleep your sub conscious brings me back to life
but you can’t keep putting yourself through the pain of loss every time you
wake. I’m never coming back Rachel – you have to let me go sweetheart.”

Through her tears Rachel scanned
the face she knew so well drinking in the sight of her husband. The features
smiling back at her began to get fuzzy and fade away. She reached for him as he
disappeared completely sobbing his name, “Nate; oh my Nate; Nate.”

“Mummy, mummy sssh”

“Mama – wake up Mama”

Searching for their mother to let
her know they were home from their trip, Jess and Lucy had heard Rachel crying
and gently laid down either side of her cradling their mother in a beautiful
cocoon of their bodies. The three of them intertwined on Rachel’s big bed
soothed her back to reality cushioned as she was by her beloved children.

“My babies” she whispered into
their hair breathing in the scent of them, “who loves you most?”

“You Mama” they cooed back to her
reverting to an old familiar habit they had.

“And where is my most favourite
place in the whole wide world?” Rachel asked again.

“Right here, Mama, right here.” The
girls snuggled even closer to her one head on each breast as she circled them
in her arms caressing them soothing their fears away.

“Don’t worry about me” she
reassured them, “I was just dreaming about Daddy, but it wasn’t a bad dream, I
just didn’t want it to end.” Rachel sighed deeply, Nate’s words resonating even
though she knew it was her putting the words into his mouth.

Jess suddenly jumped on to her
knees sending Rachel and Lucy sprawling.

“I know just what you could do
with, Mum. Come with us to the pub tonight – there’s karaoke, and we all
know how much you like the mike!”

“That’s a great idea!” Lucy agreed
with her sister enthusiastically. “All our mates are going; you know George
already, and we can try and get Luc out from under his books too….oh come on!
Please say yes Mummy, please?” The sisters were now both on their knees with
their hands clasped as if they were begging looking at her so expectantly, she
felt bad to let them down.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” she told
them even as part of her surprisingly wished she could go. “I’m too old to be
going out with you and your friends. They won’t thank you for bringing me
along…”

“Don’t be daft Mum – they’ll
love you. You’re the cool Mum with the trendy clothes and sporty car remember!”

“No my darlings. Thank you for
thinking of me; it’s sweet but no.” Rachel shook her head at them in that
slightly patronising way parents have when they think their children are merely
placating them.

The twins looked at each other and
with a nod launched themselves at her in a full blown tickling attack.

Limbs were flying everywhere
eliciting hysterical giggling from all of them as they crashed to the floor in
a tangled heap. Loud cries of protest from Rachel brought Luc running into the
room to find out if everything was ok. The sight of the three of them in a heap
of bed linen; messy scary hair and dishevelled clothing stopped him short.

Hurriedly pushing horribly rude
thoughts of missed opportunities out of his mind and mentally willing his dick
not to get inappropriately hard, he cocked his head at them and raised an
eyebrow questioningly.

“Er, ladies? What the bloody hell
is going on?” he laughed at them.

“Lulu!” cried Jess loving how his
gorgeous features creased into a scowl when she called him that, “we were just
trying to persuade Mum to come out with us later.”

“Where you off to
babes
?” he shot back at her in revenge
knowing how much she hated that cringey endearment.

Lucy interrupted quickly knowing
from experience that a slanging match between her sister and best friend could
last all night once it took hold.

“
Luc; Jess
,” she emphasised their names to get their attention. They
both turned their heads towards her to see her pointing at Rachel flat on her
back on the floor with her hands over her face. Gently, Lucy removed them so
she could see her mother and put her face close to hers, “well?”

“Oh alright…” Rachel conceded,
“but only if we all go together, and that includes you Luc,” she said pointing
at him.

“Yay” cried the twins in unison as
they leapt up off the floor and ran from the room nearly knocking Luc over in
the process. “Be ready in an hour” they called behind them.

“They can be bloody annoying when
they want to be” he grumbled striding over to where Rachel lay on the floor
offering her a helping hand to get up. She hesitated and Luc noticed the shirt
lying on the floor next to her and quickly assessed something was off.

“Rach?” he asked quietly, “won’t
you let me help you?”

He saw pain flash briefly in her
expression but then felt her warm hand in his as she tugged his arm. In one
swift movement Rachel was yanked off the floor into a big bear hug. Breathing
in the scent of Luc’s clean t-shirt and male muskiness, Rachel’s sorrow receded
and she felt much calmer. Putting her hands against his broad chest she gently
pushed him away. Smiling up at him she straightened her clothes.

“That’s settled then – looks
like it’s a night out for both of us. Better go and get ready…” she motioned
with her hands for him to leave as if he were dismissed which only made him
chuckle and as Rachel had hoped, those spectacular dimples made an appearance
either side of Luc’s beautiful smile.

Wishing she could dip the tip of
her tongue into each cleft for a taste of his sweet skin, Rachel chewed her
bottom lip in contemplation.

“Oh my god, don’t do that Rachel”
Luc breathed, “That’s fucking hot. I so want to know what you are thinking
right now to make you do that.”

Grinning up at him Rachel licked
her lips and softly so that he had to bend towards her she whispered, “I’ll
never tell but if you wear your oh so soft jeans with the rips in, I may well
be tempted to show you later instead.”

The shock on his face was evident;
“fuck me, someone got her mojo back!” and he spun on his heels and made a hasty
exit before it was too late.

**********

In the sanctity of his own room
Luc rubbed his aching cock through his jeans. Despite every intention he had
indeed succumbed to a massive hard on.

“Bloody great” he muttered, “Mummy
dearest has turned into a prick tease!”

He knew he would have to put some
distance between them tonight whilst in the company of his friends. Luc was
continually surprised at how much she turned him on – he couldn’t get enough
of her and he was finding it harder and harder to contain the fact around her.
Jumping onto the bed he slid a hand down into his jeans and lazily stroked
himself thinking about Rachel’s lush body and how hot it felt to be inside her.

There was something so inhibited
yet gracious about Rachel. Her experience was obvious to him even if it wasn’t
to her; she knew how to enjoy sex in a way that girls his own age had not yet
learnt to do and it was intoxicating. Luc reluctantly conceded he was teetering
on the edge of becoming infatuated with his friends’ Mum and this was territory
he was not familiar or comfortable with. It messed with his plans - apart from
which he knew that Rachel would never do anything to compromise her
relationship with her daughters and that meant never revealing his feelings for
her – too many people would get hurt including himself.

Luc pushed these thoughts to the
farthest parts of his brain as his hands got busy in the hopes of relieving him
of the frustration of being semi hard all night just being in the same room as
her. He pumped hard and came violently in his hand as visions of Rachel on her
knees with her plump mouth around his engorged cock rocketed him to oblivion.