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After the passing of Melvin, the son takes on the aunt and …well you`ll see pt 12548 words total 9531 words
“DEAD what do you mean dead he was ok when he left here this morning!” the young constable stepped back at the verbal onslaught, he was not experienced in death messages and her reaction had caught him un-prepared, “Erm…yes I`m sure he was, but the tanker of molasses tipping over onto his car meant he came to a sticky end…!” he realised what he had said and quickly tried to cover up his foot in mouth phraseology “erm..” but the damage was done, hysterically she began to laugh, sat down with a thump on the old settee, tears streaming down her face, the nightmare was over. Just then the front door opened and in came a good-looking lad of about 15 or so 16 summers. His eyes quickly took in the scene, in the hall doorway and he beckoned the police woman to him, he at least looked sensible, and so far she had done little in this situation so she followed him to the kitchen where he put on a kettle while asking what was going on.
She first checked who he was, then having established he was her only son she as gently as she could explained the circumstances of his father`s death, apologised for mothers hysterical state, and suggested he call in an aunt or some other relative, which the lad agreed to do while surprisingly showing little sign, of grief. By now the woman on the couch was quietening, and over a cup of strong sweet tea, calmed herself considerably even beginning to smile!
The lad phoned his aunt Maud, her sister, who agreed to come straight over, which she soon did by taxi and with their control wanting them elsewhere, our two relieved police people were soon away, he, the trainee confident in the knowledge that she, his mentor and puppy walker, would be spreading his molasses and sticky end comment to their peers at every bloody opportunity!
In the house Maud took over, her sister Beryl, not yet having fully taken in that at last she was free of the tyrannical husband of 17 years, who had made her and her boy Roger `s lives such a misery. Maud, a widow herself, was a tower of strength, it was she who did it all in those first few critical days, undertakers, contacting relatives arranging funerals certificates, banks, and the thousand and one things that needed doing. The funeral was held at the crematorium, and after the last of his family had gone, some of which neither Beryl nor Roger had ever seen before, proving conclusively the old adage; when there`s a will there`s a relative… as hopefully they had all convened like a flock of vultures, all leaving empty handed, just as Melvin, the husband had intended. The house now seeming empty and very quiet.
As they cleared away the funeral tea the three fell to talking about what to do now, Melvin for all his faults, had left her the big old four bedroom detached house, in an area of the city that was thought to be well to do, and enough in the bank to last, easily for her lifetime if she was not silly. Her sister Maud however had a crummy bedsit in a council estate on the far end of town and lived hand to mouth, her husband Jake had been everything Melvin hadn’t, Jake loved life, and had lived it to the full, both sexually and in life itself he had been a brilliant husband but had spent every penny on life and wife…where Melvin had been a scrooge and a miser, saving for his retirement and treating both wife and son as household servants.
It was decided that Maud should move in with her sister taking over one of the top floor bedroom and the old attics which had been Melvin`s offices. I should perhaps describe the sisters. Maud the elder of the two, dark haired, a tad overweight, a secretary, one of two in a mail order sex warehouse, five feet four tall, wide of hip and generous of bust, a fairly happy go lucky soul though missing Jake more than she could say. Her younger sister at 37, slenderer, five feet seven high, and again, a well set up woman who`s bust had been the talk of the school at one time, being a D cup by the time she was in the fifth form! She had been housekeeper and the sexual partner to this controlling and masterful man for as long as she could remember.
Roger couldn’t belive his luck, he had had a miserable homelife so far, his father had wanted cheap staff and he had become all of them, a servant cum messenger, cum car cleaner and gardener after school each day and at weekends which meant friends and especially girlfriends, for him didn`t exists, and other than the usual boyish dreams of his mother and latterly his aunt, his burgeoning sexual drive had been frustration and masturbation, his sexual knowledge gleaned from other lads in school and the very basic biological instruction of ‘old parry’ the biology master.
Suddenly due to the broken spring on a molasses tanker on a roundabout he was free, and though he loved his mother dearly, his much more approachable aunt was now coming to live with them as a bonus!
Together over the following week they sorted through the things up in what had been his father`s office as an area rep for a big soup making company, boxing it all and having it collected by the distant company. The filing cabinets and desk gone too, the room was soon decorated making Maud a light and bright living room, much bigger than her council bedsit. With the addition of a separate bedroom and shared bathroom below, it was for Maud luxury indeed.
She moved in at the end of the month, Beryl paying the removal men and Beryl also engaged a gardener, a part time man, so suddenly Roger found he had spare time and could join youth clubs and the like. It was like opening a door on life for the lad.
The house was laid out with a hall and stairway, off which kitchen, dining rooms cum sitting room were all at ground level. The old sitting room becoming a master bedroom and two guest bedroom with a bathroom filled the next floor, then a floor with the two extra bedrooms one Maud`s one Roger`s, with again a shared bathroom between them and finally the attic living room that had once been fathers office, now with a kitchenette. The detached garage outside had been used for the now scrapped company car, as Beryl was won`t to remark. “it being as flat as a pancake and now with added sugar!”
It was about a month later that the fun began. Now having settled in, a sort of routine having settled on them. They were beginning to come to terms with their new situation, Beryl was the house keeper as such, while Maud would set off to work each day at eight. Roger usually accompanying her a few stops on the bus towards his school, he would finish at four home before five where Beryl would be in the final stages of tea, Maud too would finish at four, catching a later bus and before six they would all eat.
After the meal it was a do as you please evening, TV, a good book, sewing, or whatever, followed by bed usually ten or eleven. Beryl during the day shopping doing the housework or swimming at the municipal pool, a hobby she had recently taken up now she could afford the time. Weekends were different of course no school or work, starting with the Saturday market and boot fair, perhaps a film or a meal, all three would lay in on Sundays, the two women usually indulging in long ‘soak away the week’ baths, and an afternoon of TV together, usually in dressing-gowns and nightdresses.
Neither women now had male admirers, or sexual partners well at least not that they knew of, however unknown to either young Roger was lusting after both of them, he being a late starter so to speak. For the first few weeks they basked in the relaxed atmosphere, Maud hadn’t had a sexual partner since Jake passed away and Beryl now beginning to notice the lack of a sex life, she being used to Melvin having had her on numerous occasions day or night each week, he having been a strong sexual partner and a sexual predator whatever else he had been.
Roger, however, was finding the girls hard to even talk too, being in a boys college didn’t help, and most of the girls his unsophisticated attempts at chat were aimed at, not showing much interest. He came to look forward to that ride on the bus each day with his aunt, she was an approachable woman who listened sympathetically to his woes, and worries, though the bus was hardly the place he could signal he had a problem and she would invite him to “come chat this evening!”.
At home his room being next to the bathroom he could hear her his aunt splashing about in the bath, and could imagine her naked form, those lush tits, that bouncy body those chunky legs, he could not hold back and his head-board would rattle in the bathroom wall as his hand got faster. His aunt wallowing in the hot bubbles and innocently wondering to herself what had got the lads interest, while her own fingers got into a rhythm imagining him furiously masturbating!
Things on the mother front evolved a little differently, Beryl`s washing machine being downstairs in the kitchen when they were at the market on a Saturday, our Roger would creep up on the laundry basket and swap a pair of used knickers with the pair he had borrowed the week before, by now stiff with his goo. Luckily, she tended to usually use white, always had, so the swap wasn’t noticed for a while, but women know their own clothing, and she clicked on quite early, saying nothing and taking his use of her used clothing as all part of growing up and a great compliment. Maud however was less tolerant when her own laundry had the same trick pulled. A thong wearer she noticed in only a few days and found her best blue pair being absent for a week and returning stiff with seed just a bit irking. So, the next evening while Beryl was watching the box downstairs, she politely knocked on the lads door… he called come in, and she did just that, plonking herself on the end of his bed and fixing him with a beady eye that said we need to talk my lad! He had been laid on his bed reading a ‘fiesta’ swapped at school and he had concealed it in haste under his pillow. “Erm yes aunty what can I do for you?” he tentatively asked. She grinned at him, then said “well I`ve got a case of wandering thong, I wear thongs by the way not knickers, “ he blushed, she went on “ you see thongs have minds of their own, each week one of mine goes on a short break, a sort of week off, and when it returns if it was human it would be pregnant!” she grinned “now we wouldn’t want that would we, so if you see a thong running away, please turn it back, it needs disciplining… And with that she stood as if to leave, but caught a glimpse of the hastily hidden magazine, snatching it from its hiding place and saying, “ah Fiesta, I used to get this for Jake, in fact he entered me in the readers wives section… years ago of course… as he said he wanted the world to see my body!” she looked a little misty eyed, then gave him the mag back, by now the lad very red of face and amazed at his aunts candour. He did manage to splutter that, “he would have liked to have seen that aunty, you must have been something, special” then realising just what he had said, he quickly added, “not that you are so terrible now of course,”
She chuckled and muttered “well caught that man” then laughing at his obviously embarrassed, red round the gills face, said, “I`ve still got a copy if you`d really like to see it, it was in jakes things, along with his porn stash!” By now he didn’t know what to say, and realising his embarrassment she headed for the door, saying, “if he found any thongs making a bid for freedom, he was to call her, as there was a reward for their recapture,” and with that she swept out!
His evening now disturbed mentally he sat on his bed looking at the magazine and wondering at this aunts attitude.
His mother had joined the women`s institute, Maud dismissing the group as “jam and Jerusalem with knitting…but if you want to go waste your time our Beryl, that’s up to you, it`s something for you to do on a Wednesday evening and gets you out I `spose…!”
The next evening being Wednesday Roger determined to go face his aunt and apologise. Hoping that he may get a look at that fiesta… the day passed as normal nothing untoward being said on the crowded bus next morning, so as soon as he got home and tea was over while his aunt did the washing up which they each did in turn, as he did his homework and he heard her go up to her room, the wait for his mum to call up that she was off to the WI being never-ending.
Finally, thong in hand he climbed those stairs and knocked. A confident “come in Roger I was expecting you,” had him entering her living room with a shocked look on his face. Here he found her ironing a shirt at an ironing board at one end of the full-length newly converted room. At the other end her TV was showing some what he thought at first glance was a soap. “erm well aunty…” she spied her thong and to save him embarrassment she pounced on it, snatched it from his hand and cried, “ah you found him!” then clouting the thong onto the ironing board she cried “sit there you little shit and don’t you go bothering young Roger again I won`t have it you hear…” she turned to Roger and said with a straight face that’s the third week one has run off to hide in your room for a whole week but I`ve told them now, so don’t you worry, it won`t happen again unless you invite one of them in each evening and I shall deliver him myself OK?” he smiled, “Yes please aunty, I would like that,” he grinned. Her smile was just as broad, “I suppose you want to see your old aunty naked in print, do you?” again his wide grin grew wider, and he gushed “yes please aunty, I`ve seen a few women in magazines but never one I knew…”
She laughed, “Well young man, we shall see, let me finish this shirt and I may just know where there are a picture or two, but don’t tell your mum she thinks girls and women in magazines are all sluts, but she will soon be needing a man now without your dad!” he looked confused then she said, “Oh and while I do this ironing, you can tell me all about your sex life, and what it is turns you on whenever I am in that bath?” if he was blushing before he was incandescent now…
Spluttering he stuttered “Erm well er…” but catching sight of her face he realised that without being honest this was never going to expand ,or go away and he desperately wanted it to happen… he blurted, “Well I don’t know that much really, dad had said nothing, and ‘old Parry’ our geography and biology master was less than forthcoming, he explained about eggs and fertilisation but not a word about how or when, oh I have seen ladies chests, in magazines, but other than that…oh and I felt Anny Maxwell`s tit once but it cost me a mars bar, and she didn’t let me see any more…”
The ironing over and the board put away she came and sat with him, looked deep into his eyes and said, “and?” he came back with “and what?” she said, “you’ve not told me what has been turning you on every bath-time?” crestfallen he knew she was not going to give up this subject till she knew! The lad blushing again unable to meet her eye, he said “imagination really, I was imagining you doing the same as I was just a thin wall away…” she smiled, then kissed him lightly on the cheek and said, “that’s a big compliment lad, and I probably was and dreaming of you” which thrilled the lad enormously. “Now let`s see where these pictures of your old aunty are” and bending to a small cupboard produced a scrapbook, and a copy of fiesta, dog eared and fairly well worn. These she handed fiesta first to the lad and said, “see if you can pick me out!”
After the passing of Melvin, the son takes on the aunt and …well you`ll see pt 12548 words total 9531 words
“DEAD what do you mean dead he was ok when he left here this morning!” the young constable stepped back at the verbal onslaught, he was not experienced in death messages and her reaction had caught him un-prepared, “Erm…yes I`m sure he was, but the tanker of molasses tipping over onto his car meant he came to a sticky end…!” he realised what he had said and quickly tried to cover up his foot in mouth phraseology “erm..” but the damage was done, hysterically she began to laugh, sat down with a thump on the old settee, tears streaming down her face, the nightmare was over. Just then the front door opened and in came a good-looking lad of about 15 or so 16 summers. His eyes quickly took in the scene, in the hall doorway and he beckoned the police woman to him, he at least looked sensible, and so far she had done little in this situation so she followed him to the kitchen where he put on a kettle while asking what was going on.
She first checked who he was, then having established he was her only son she as gently as she could explained the circumstances of his father`s death, apologised for mothers hysterical state, and suggested he call in an aunt or some other relative, which the lad agreed to do while surprisingly showing little sign, of grief. By now the woman on the couch was quietening, and over a cup of strong sweet tea, calmed herself considerably even beginning to smile!
The lad phoned his aunt Maud, her sister, who agreed to come straight over, which she soon did by taxi and with their control wanting them elsewhere, our two relieved police people were soon away, he, the trainee confident in the knowledge that she, his mentor and puppy walker, would be spreading his molasses and sticky end comment to their peers at every bloody opportunity!
In the house Maud took over, her sister Beryl, not yet having fully taken in that at last she was free of the tyrannical husband of 17 years, who had made her and her boy Roger `s lives such a misery. Maud, a widow herself, was a tower of strength, it was she who did it all in those first few critical days, undertakers, contacting relatives arranging funerals certificates, banks, and the thousand and one things that needed doing. The funeral was held at the crematorium, and after the last of his family had gone, some of which neither Beryl nor Roger had ever seen before, proving conclusively the old adage; when there`s a will there`s a relative… as hopefully they had all convened like a flock of vultures, all leaving empty handed, just as Melvin, the husband had intended. The house now seeming empty and very quiet.
As they cleared away the funeral tea the three fell to talking about what to do now, Melvin for all his faults, had left her the big old four bedroom detached house, in an area of the city that was thought to be well to do, and enough in the bank to last, easily for her lifetime if she was not silly. Her sister Maud however had a crummy bedsit in a council estate on the far end of town and lived hand to mouth, her husband Jake had been everything Melvin hadn’t, Jake loved life, and had lived it to the full, both sexually and in life itself he had been a brilliant husband but had spent every penny on life and wife…where Melvin had been a scrooge and a miser, saving for his retirement and treating both wife and son as household servants.
It was decided that Maud should move in with her sister taking over one of the top floor bedroom and the old attics which had been Melvin`s offices. I should perhaps describe the sisters. Maud the elder of the two, dark haired, a tad overweight, a secretary, one of two in a mail order sex warehouse, five feet four tall, wide of hip and generous of bust, a fairly happy go lucky soul though missing Jake more than she could say. Her younger sister at 37, slenderer, five feet seven high, and again, a well set up woman who`s bust had been the talk of the school at one time, being a D cup by the time she was in the fifth form! She had been housekeeper and the sexual partner to this controlling and masterful man for as long as she could remember.
Roger couldn’t belive his luck, he had had a miserable homelife so far, his father had wanted cheap staff and he had become all of them, a servant cum messenger, cum car cleaner and gardener after school each day and at weekends which meant friends and especially girlfriends, for him didn`t exists, and other than the usual boyish dreams of his mother and latterly his aunt, his burgeoning sexual drive had been frustration and masturbation, his sexual knowledge gleaned from other lads in school and the very basic biological instruction of ‘old parry’ the biology master.
Suddenly due to the broken spring on a molasses tanker on a roundabout he was free, and though he loved his mother dearly, his much more approachable aunt was now coming to live with them as a bonus!
Together over the following week they sorted through the things up in what had been his father`s office as an area rep for a big soup making company, boxing it all and having it collected by the distant company. The filing cabinets and desk gone too, the room was soon decorated making Maud a light and bright living room, much bigger than her council bedsit. With the addition of a separate bedroom and shared bathroom below, it was for Maud luxury indeed.
She moved in at the end of the month, Beryl paying the removal men and Beryl also engaged a gardener, a part time man, so suddenly Roger found he had spare time and could join youth clubs and the like. It was like opening a door on life for the lad.
The house was laid out with a hall and stairway, off which kitchen, dining rooms cum sitting room were all at ground level. The old sitting room becoming a master bedroom and two guest bedroom with a bathroom filled the next floor, then a floor with the two extra bedrooms one Maud`s one Roger`s, with again a shared bathroom between them and finally the attic living room that had once been fathers office, now with a kitchenette. The detached garage outside had been used for the now scrapped company car, as Beryl was won`t to remark. “it being as flat as a pancake and now with added sugar!”
It was about a month later that the fun began. Now having settled in, a sort of routine having settled on them. They were beginning to come to terms with their new situation, Beryl was the house keeper as such, while Maud would set off to work each day at eight. Roger usually accompanying her a few stops on the bus towards his school, he would finish at four home before five where Beryl would be in the final stages of tea, Maud too would finish at four, catching a later bus and before six they would all eat.
After the meal it was a do as you please evening, TV, a good book, sewing, or whatever, followed by bed usually ten or eleven. Beryl during the day shopping doing the housework or swimming at the municipal pool, a hobby she had recently taken up now she could afford the time. Weekends were different of course no school or work, starting with the Saturday market and boot fair, perhaps a film or a meal, all three would lay in on Sundays, the two women usually indulging in long ‘soak away the week’ baths, and an afternoon of TV together, usually in dressing-gowns and nightdresses.
Neither women now had male admirers, or sexual partners well at least not that they knew of, however unknown to either young Roger was lusting after both of them, he being a late starter so to speak. For the first few weeks they basked in the relaxed atmosphere, Maud hadn’t had a sexual partner since Jake passed away and Beryl now beginning to notice the lack of a sex life, she being used to Melvin having had her on numerous occasions day or night each week, he having been a strong sexual partner and a sexual predator whatever else he had been.
Roger, however, was finding the girls hard to even talk too, being in a boys college didn’t help, and most of the girls his unsophisticated attempts at chat were aimed at, not showing much interest. He came to look forward to that ride on the bus each day with his aunt, she was an approachable woman who listened sympathetically to his woes, and worries, though the bus was hardly the place he could signal he had a problem and she would invite him to “come chat this evening!”.
At home his room being next to the bathroom he could hear her his aunt splashing about in the bath, and could imagine her naked form, those lush tits, that bouncy body those chunky legs, he could not hold back and his head-board would rattle in the bathroom wall as his hand got faster. His aunt wallowing in the hot bubbles and innocently wondering to herself what had got the lads interest, while her own fingers got into a rhythm imagining him furiously masturbating!
Things on the mother front evolved a little differently, Beryl`s washing machine being downstairs in the kitchen when they were at the market on a Saturday, our Roger would creep up on the laundry basket and swap a pair of used knickers with the pair he had borrowed the week before, by now stiff with his goo. Luckily, she tended to usually use white, always had, so the swap wasn’t noticed for a while, but women know their own clothing, and she clicked on quite early, saying nothing and taking his use of her used clothing as all part of growing up and a great compliment. Maud however was less tolerant when her own laundry had the same trick pulled. A thong wearer she noticed in only a few days and found her best blue pair being absent for a week and returning stiff with seed just a bit irking. So, the next evening while Beryl was watching the box downstairs, she politely knocked on the lads door… he called come in, and she did just that, plonking herself on the end of his bed and fixing him with a beady eye that said we need to talk my lad! He had been laid on his bed reading a ‘fiesta’ swapped at school and he had concealed it in haste under his pillow. “Erm yes aunty what can I do for you?” he tentatively asked. She grinned at him, then said “well I`ve got a case of wandering thong, I wear thongs by the way not knickers, “ he blushed, she went on “ you see thongs have minds of their own, each week one of mine goes on a short break, a sort of week off, and when it returns if it was human it would be pregnant!” she grinned “now we wouldn’t want that would we, so if you see a thong running away, please turn it back, it needs disciplining… And with that she stood as if to leave, but caught a glimpse of the hastily hidden magazine, snatching it from its hiding place and saying, “ah Fiesta, I used to get this for Jake, in fact he entered me in the readers wives section… years ago of course… as he said he wanted the world to see my body!” she looked a little misty eyed, then gave him the mag back, by now the lad very red of face and amazed at his aunts candour. He did manage to splutter that, “he would have liked to have seen that aunty, you must have been something, special” then realising just what he had said, he quickly added, “not that you are so terrible now of course,”
She chuckled and muttered “well caught that man” then laughing at his obviously embarrassed, red round the gills face, said, “I`ve still got a copy if you`d really like to see it, it was in jakes things, along with his porn stash!” By now he didn’t know what to say, and realising his embarrassment she headed for the door, saying, “if he found any thongs making a bid for freedom, he was to call her, as there was a reward for their recapture,” and with that she swept out!
His evening now disturbed mentally he sat on his bed looking at the magazine and wondering at this aunts attitude.
His mother had joined the women`s institute, Maud dismissing the group as “jam and Jerusalem with knitting…but if you want to go waste your time our Beryl, that’s up to you, it`s something for you to do on a Wednesday evening and gets you out I `spose…!”
The next evening being Wednesday Roger determined to go face his aunt and apologise. Hoping that he may get a look at that fiesta… the day passed as normal nothing untoward being said on the crowded bus next morning, so as soon as he got home and tea was over while his aunt did the washing up which they each did in turn, as he did his homework and he heard her go up to her room, the wait for his mum to call up that she was off to the WI being never-ending.
Finally, thong in hand he climbed those stairs and knocked. A confident “come in Roger I was expecting you,” had him entering her living room with a shocked look on his face. Here he found her ironing a shirt at an ironing board at one end of the full-length newly converted room. At the other end her TV was showing some what he thought at first glance was a soap. “erm well aunty…” she spied her thong and to save him embarrassment she pounced on it, snatched it from his hand and cried, “ah you found him!” then clouting the thong onto the ironing board she cried “sit there you little shit and don’t you go bothering young Roger again I won`t have it you hear…” she turned to Roger and said with a straight face that’s the third week one has run off to hide in your room for a whole week but I`ve told them now, so don’t you worry, it won`t happen again unless you invite one of them in each evening and I shall deliver him myself OK?” he smiled, “Yes please aunty, I would like that,” he grinned. Her smile was just as broad, “I suppose you want to see your old aunty naked in print, do you?” again his wide grin grew wider, and he gushed “yes please aunty, I`ve seen a few women in magazines but never one I knew…”
She laughed, “Well young man, we shall see, let me finish this shirt and I may just know where there are a picture or two, but don’t tell your mum she thinks girls and women in magazines are all sluts, but she will soon be needing a man now without your dad!” he looked confused then she said, “Oh and while I do this ironing, you can tell me all about your sex life, and what it is turns you on whenever I am in that bath?” if he was blushing before he was incandescent now…
Spluttering he stuttered “Erm well er…” but catching sight of her face he realised that without being honest this was never going to expand ,or go away and he desperately wanted it to happen… he blurted, “Well I don’t know that much really, dad had said nothing, and ‘old Parry’ our geography and biology master was less than forthcoming, he explained about eggs and fertilisation but not a word about how or when, oh I have seen ladies chests, in magazines, but other than that…oh and I felt Anny Maxwell`s tit once but it cost me a mars bar, and she didn’t let me see any more…”
The ironing over and the board put away she came and sat with him, looked deep into his eyes and said, “and?” he came back with “and what?” she said, “you’ve not told me what has been turning you on every bath-time?” crestfallen he knew she was not going to give up this subject till she knew! The lad blushing again unable to meet her eye, he said “imagination really, I was imagining you doing the same as I was just a thin wall away…” she smiled, then kissed him lightly on the cheek and said, “that’s a big compliment lad, and I probably was and dreaming of you” which thrilled the lad enormously. “Now let`s see where these pictures of your old aunty are” and bending to a small cupboard produced a scrapbook, and a copy of fiesta, dog eared and fairly well worn. These she handed fiesta first to the lad and said, “see if you can pick me out!”
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