DEAD HIBISCUS

Thank You

The best sex i have ever had my entire life was the day my mother died. The best experience following after that is probably her funeral. Yes, please judge me for thinking about my sexual desires and gratification when my mother was barely cold. See, the beauty of our relationship was the fact that there was no beauty in the relationship. A mother could love her child but all mine did was to judge me and talk about how her life would have been so much easier if I wasn't in it and so I shared her same sentiments. So pardon my luck of emotion or love towards the being that brought me into being. The man I fucked the day of my mother's death was the so called son she had adopted and dearly loved. Well, I call her mother now that she can bother me no more, I never even regarded him a brother.  He came to me a few hours when he heard his mother was close to her end, he wanted to know what he could do as a brother. I laughed as he sat in the chair in the corner of my room where I usually just dump my bra and underwear when I get in late and I'm too tired to place things right. He spoke for about an hour about how we were never close and how mother spoke of me all the time they were together. Shortly after, the nurse walked into my room to inform us that our mother had left quietly. My "brother" got up to go and see her. I told him to wait and told the nurse to make arrangements for the body to be taken care of. I locked the door behind him, and with tears running down my face I stripped myself bare to the skin. I walked over to him still in the chair and sat on him face to face. He looked quite surprised but I didn't budge and didn't lose eye contact. Through it all I looked him right in the eye, when I moaned, when I breathed and when I finally came. I got off when I came not really caring if he did or not.
On the day of the funeral, I deliberately skipped my panties but not purposely attached to any plans just that I didn't care much. I wore a black leg hose and a cute black pleated dress which fell mid thigh. If you looked closely enough when I bent a little you'd see the outline of my behind. Wearing heels would have been much so I went with black flats.
Just when the sermon was about to start I stepped out to the bathroom to wash my face because I felt a bit hot. I bumped into my ex coming out and I pulled him in and locked the door. I lifted my dress up to show I wasn't wearing panties. I pulled down the hose right under my bum just enough for him to see my lady pouch. I took his hand and licked each finger, looking right in his eyes I stuck three of his fingers in me. His surprise left him quite quickly and he turned me around with my back to him and he walked me to the sink and looking in the mirror he fingered me. We looked at each other in the mirror, nobody uttered a word but we both knew what needed to be done. He turned me around again this time facing me and lifted me gently unto the counter close to the sink. He pulled his pants down and fucked me right there. I was quite pleased. We spoke no words after; we just freshened up and left after each other like strangers.
Later walking past my mother's casket I whispered a thank you. Whatever it was for, will only be known by God.