The guy was all talk. He was never going to leave his wife and the fling petered out after a few years. My parents worked it out between them and stayed together but most of the family were less forgiving and after Dad passed, there was only me, my older cousin Kay and one of my grandnieces still talking to Mom.
About 40 years after the affair ended Mom showed me the announcement in the local press that her former toy boy had passed away. Shortly after this I phoned Mom and was answered by Kay who said that Mom had been very upset about something she'd seen in a local Facebook group. Kay said she was handling it and that I didn't need to get involved. I assumed that someone had spilled the beans on the toy boys affair with her after he died.
Mom and Kay both passed away around 6 years ago and I thought nothing of the internet incident until around Christmas 2024 when I was disinterestedly flicking through black and white photos on a vintage erotica site looking for 1970's page 3 pictures and circled back to one because it had seemed oddly familiar. Looking carefully at the photo I recognised the lay out of our extension room that the toy boy built. The wallpaper, the carpet, the curtains, the small table with the stereo - MY stereo- on top of it. And in the middle of the picture, kneeling, body upright with hands on her thighs, half turned towards the camera, completely naked with breasts and pubic hair visible, my smiling Mother.
I can only assume that the internet thing that Kay had wanted me to stay out of was one of the toy boy's family finding my Mom's picture in his porn stash after he died, publishing it online then putting a link to it in the town Facebook group.
