I'd like to tell you that we all got naked immediately and I fucked our brains out, but it didn't happen like that.

I was genuinely pleased to meet mum's friend (lover) and even more pleased to see that her two years inside hadn't left as much of a mark on her as it had on my mother.

She was bright and vivacious, a good conversationalist as well as being a very pretty young woman and I liked her immediately, but I felt that they'd like some time to themselves, at least on Jill's first night with us.

"Are you hungry darling?" mum asked and I realised that I was ravenous.

"Remember that scabby horse mum?" I laughed, "Well I could eat one now."

Once again it wasn't a scabby horse, it was a beef casserole that warmed up beautifully in the microwave oven, and I wolfed it down whilst reading the morning paper and trying unsuccessfully not to keep looking at Jill.

"She's lovely isn't she?" mum whispered as she took my empty plate away and giggled when I replied.

"Gorgeous mum, but not a patch on you."

"Flattery will get you everywhere." she laughed and kissed me again.

"Fancy a barbeque mum?"

That was a silly question, but her reaction still made me smile.

She jumped up and clapped her hands like a kid.

"Yes, oh great, come on Jill, let's go to the shop and get some lager while Tommy starts the Barbie."

I was still swearing at the bloody thing when they got back with a dozen cans of lager and yet more vodka, giggling and whispering to each other as I prayed to the god of homemade barbeques.

"You know that denim skirt of mine that you like me wearing?"

Mum was beside me, a mischievous smile on her lips.

"Yes?"

"Jill's got one just like it," and ran back to her friend at the bottom of the stairs.

"The mind boggles mum," I shouted and mine certainly did as I watched them wiggling their sexy little bottoms all the way up to the flat.

I'd actually succeeded in lighting the damn thing by the time they returned, but the light from the flames was nothing to the light in my eyes when I saw them.

They were dressed absolutely identically in white tee shirts, white ankle socks and denim mini skirts which had been rolled up at least twice to display two tantalisingly white vees between four long, sexy thighs as they came down the flight of stairs from the flat.

"You're drooling Tommy," mum laughed as they stood in front of me, an arm round each other's waist, smiling at me.

"Is it any bloody wonder? Jesus Christ mum, am I supposed to look at you two without drooling?"

Letting go of Jill's arm, she took hold of my hands and kissed me on the lips.

"Do something for me, Tommy."

"Whoodya want moidered ma?" I asked in my absolutely brilliant James Cagney impression.

"Just gimme da bum's name and he's dead, poimenent ma, poimenent."

I thought Jill was going to bust a gut laughing at me.

"Brilliant Tommy," she giggled. "Absolutely brilliant, it's uncanny how much you sound like Julie Andrews!"

"Top of the woild ma," I added for good measure and allowed mum to lead me away out of Jill's hearing.

"Jill feels that there's a couple of things she should say to you, so I suggested you go for a little walk down to the river."

"Things such as what mum?"

She laughed and wrapped her arms around my neck.

"Tommy, you already know that she's gorgeous and that it's been a while since she's held another person in her arms. If I thought she was going to rape you, I'd kill her now, I don't know what she wants to say to you, but I trust her and I want you to do the same."

Apart from our arguments, I'd never seen mum this serious, so I put my sensible head on.

"Ok mum, but you've got me thinking now."

"I'm the one who should be thinking." she said and squeezed my hand, "But I'm not, so go ahead and remember I love you."

"I'll never forget mum" I whispered and drew her into my arms.

"This is beautiful," said Jill as we strolled down towards the river bank,

"Yes, it is." I agreed and she laughed softly.

"There are a couple of reasons why I wanted a few minutes alone with you, but getting terse, two or three-word answers from you isn't one of them."

"Ok, so tell me what they are, I'm sorry if I appear a bit distant, but you know how she was when she was released and you can see what she's like now.

Rightly or wrongly, Jill, we love each other and I don't want anything to spoil it for us."

"Which brings me to the first reason Tommy." she looked at me suddenly but smiled as I slipped an arm around her waist.

"I'm not a threat to the relationship you've got with your mum, I think it's beautiful, especially after what she's been through, what I would like though, is to be part of that relationship, at least for a couple of days while I'm here and then maybe occasionally in the future."

"That's fine by me Jill," I replied, hoping my erection wasn't going to be too obvious, too soon!

"She laughed softly and pressed herself against me, letting me feel the softness of a breast against my arm.

"Yes, Polly said it would be."

"Yeah I bet she did too, she told me all about your affair in prison, and I honestly think that she'd have been a lot worse than she was without you."

"That works both ways Tommy, I think she helped me to get through it as well."

"Ok, I can see that, so we've established that the three of us are going to have a bit of fun over the weekend at least, so what are the other reasons for our little stroll Jill?"

We'd reached the bank and I sat down, patting the grass beside me as I took out my little stash of pre-rolled joints.

"Did your mum tell you what I was inside for?"

"No."

"Weren't you curious?"

"No not really Jill, don't forget that she and I were both convicted of manslaughter, her for doing it and me for refusing to call an ambulance, we're hardly the people to criticise anybody else for their wrongdoings are we?"

She took a long pull of her joint and giggled.

"Wow, this is excellent shit."

I laughed as her reaction jogged my memory.

"Do you know what mum said after her first hit of this stuff?"

"What?"

"She said it went straight to her cunt."

Jill burst out laughing and layback on the grass.

"Well she wasn't bloody wrong, that's for sure."

She drew her feet up towards her bottom, and the short skirt slid down over her thighs displaying a tempting little triangle of white nylon between her legs.

"Anyway." she giggled, "I worked in a bank and I hated it, no that's wrong, I bloody loathed it, day after day after day, the same thing, the same bloody people, it was driving me mad."

She took another hit from the joint and giggled again.

"Fucking hell, she was definitely right, my God she was!"

"You're teasing me, Jill." It was kind of stating the obvious, but I needed to say something to take my mind off the outline of two tantalising little pussy lips, clearly visible through the thin nylon panties.

"I know Tommy and your mum knows too, does that bother you?"

"No."

"Good, 'cos I'm enjoying it, but for now back to the bank. I noticed an account that hadn't been used for about five years, and it intrigued me, I made a few discreet enquiries and found out an old lady had died without leaving a will, she had no relatives and no-one had claimed the money."

I heard a soft footfall behind me and turned to see mum, complete with three cans of lager, smiling at us.

Without speaking, she sat down next to Jill and handed out the cans.

" I left it for a few months longer, just to be sure, then I opened two bank accounts under two different names and over a period of time, I began to transfer the old ladies money into those accounts."

She moaned softly as mum reached out and stroked a hand very gently over her thigh.

"Let me finish Polly because if you touch me, I'll cum and drown the pair of you."

"We don't care do we, Tommy?"

"Not at all," I agreed. "But I still want to hear the story mum."

She giggled and took her hand away.

"Go on then."

"Well I had a boyfriend, what an asshole he was too, I told him about the account and the bloody moron got pissed one day at the races, lost all his money and went to a different bank and drew ten thousand pounds out of the account, or rather he tried to. Because the account had never been used apart from incoming transfers, the staff asked for identification, he panicked, ran out of the bloody place and got run over by a bus."

I laughed and so did mum, even as she changed position and lay down with the back of her head on Jill's stomach.

"He wasn't badly hurt, not as badly as I'd have liked him to be anyway! But the police got the story out of him and arrested me the next day, he got six months, and I got two and a half years."

She giggled as mum turned her head and gently kissed the inside of her thigh, my erection was beginning to give me serious problems from watching the interplay between them.

"Is that it then?" I asked.

"That's it," she said. "Oh, I nearly forgot, I still have the other account, and the first thing I did was to phone an old girlfriend at the bank where I worked."

She hesitated as mum's lips moved slightly higher up her thigh.

"It's okay, she checked at the bank where the account is, and they're expecting me tomorrow, I've got all the necessary documents, all I have to do is turn up, sign a withdrawal slip and I've got twenty thousand pounds."

"That's great Jill," I said and meant it, "but why tell me all this?"

"Well there's actually twenty-five thousand in it, I'll give you five for taking me to the bank and for your kindness as well of course."

"Fucking hell." I whistled through my teeth, "Five grand just for taking you?"

"Yes, but I'd expect you to split it in half with your mum."

"Goes without saying, Jill."

"I could do a lot with that amount of money," I said and groaned as mum turned completely onto her stomach and touched her lips to the front of Jill's panties.

Just as I lowered my head and kissed her sexy little bottom, Jill sniffed the air and said something's burning.

"SHIT, THE BURGERS," shrieked mum and scrambled to her feet laughing.

"I put the bloody burgers on the Barbie before I came down here."