CHAPTER
EIGHT:
I was mesmerized and so excited at the same time. My
forehead, the back of my ears, neck and even my palms were soaked in perspiration.
Aunt Hillary though was sound asleep.
I touched her foot soles with my lips very softly at
first. It was a burning sensation! The arousal I felt was immense. I continued
to place soft kisses all over her feet soles, from her heels along the wrinkled
arches to the tips of her toes. I kissed both her feet one by one very gently.
Soon the soft kisses became more open lipped. I
brushed my lips along the soft skins of her feet. I sucked and licked the puffy
areas of her feet. I ran the tip of my tongue along the wrinkles of her arched
soles and along the outlines of her heels up to the balls of her toes.
I had no idea for how long I was doing this. I had absolutely
no account of the time. This was something I was longing for since I was a
child and I was taken into the act completely. From time to time I glanced over
to see towards Aunt Hillary’s face. Her head was turned to a side. She was
fully relaxed and well asleep with a faint smile in her face. She was snoring, or
may be moaning; I couldn’t really figure out which. But then after sometime I
felt something was wrong.
The warmth of her foot suddenly seemed to disappear.
It became cold and tensed. I knew she was now awake. But my lips were still
pressed on to her foot soles. May be she lay there for a moment gaining her
senses and then slowly turned her head and looked at me.
Before I could even think what happened she pulled
her feet away from me and sat on the sofa with her feet on the ground. In a
flash she grabbed the cushion off my lap and hugged it against her chest. It
was just a spontaneous reaction. She only needed something to hug against her
chest. But now without a cushion on my lap the erection under my sarong became
quite visible.
—Oh!
My god!” she said as she saw my
erection, looking away and shutting her eyes. She then bent forward and hid her
face in the cushion on her lap.
“I’m sorry aunty. Uh˜
muttered
—No! I’m the one who should be sorry. Tom
Son, please forgive me. It was very wrong of me to put you into this situation.
I should have acted with more responsibility. Please try to understand and Tom, go back to
your room now darling. I’ll talk to you in the morning” Aunt Hillary said very
calm and clearly, straightening herself but not looking at me directly. She was
about to weep I thought. Tears poured along her cheeks. I felt very upset of
what I had done.
“I’m
sorry. It was my fault” I tried to say. She interrupted me before I could even
finish my sentence.
“Please
leave Tom. We’ll talk about this tomorrow” she said firmly raising her voice a
bit. I quickly headed towards my room closing the living room door behind me.
I
was in total shock not knowing what do. My happy mood had vanished. My erection
was no more. I was so upset that night. I couldn’t make up my mind to masturbating
as I usually did. I lay on the bed thinking. I heard Aunt Hillary locking the
front door and switching off the living room lights about an hour later. I
didn’t know when I fell asleep that night.
It
was quite late when I woke up the next morning. Aunt Hillary’s car was not to
be seen in the parking space. I figured that aunt Hillary had gone out. I went
to the junction near-by and had my break-fast. Aunt Hillary returned only about
half-an-hour after I returned home.
It
was Sunday. Though Aunt Hillary usually never went to church on Sundays she had
gone for the morning mass on that day. She was dressed in an ankle length
pleated chees-cloth skirt and long sleeved silk blouse. She wore her pair of
white kitten heeled coat shoes. Her hair was plaited and she wore white pearl earnings.
She was bright and beautiful as always, but looking closely I could tell she
had been crying all the night and has had a rather sleepless night.
She stopped in the verandah in front of my room and
called me softly.
—Tom,
can I come in please?” she asked. I told her to come in. I was sitting on my
bed. She came and sat beside me. She had brought some sandwiches and pastries for
me that she left on my table. then she sat on the bed beside me.
—Well
darling? I don’t know what to say or where to begin it; about what happened
last night?” she started to speak softly and paused. “Your mother and I; we
were best of friends at school. Even now there is absolutely nothing that we couldn’t
tell each other. We used to trust each other so much, but now? I feel so awful!
I have betrayed the trust between us˜
she looked at me with tears in her eyes. Then trying to force a smile on her
face she continued;
—Three
years ago when Uncle Bill died so unexpectedly I felt so lonely. He was such a
loving husband. It is true that he was not around the house all the time due to
the nature of his job. He had to fly overseas often after he became a senior
pilot of the air-line. Yet whenever he was around the house he took good care of
me. As I’ve told you earlier he was a foot guy. He loved my feet and paid much
attention to my feet. He went out of the way in studying foot therapy and was
always willing to treat my feet to home-made foot-spas and foot rubs. I got so
addicted to his pampering of my feet; I couldn’t stay a single day without getting
my feet rubbed by someone. Luckily I had my son Harry to substitute Bill when
he was not around the house. He too loved my feet and admired them openly” she
paused stretching her legs and looking at them.
“When Harry migrated and I became all alone at home
I was so longing to have my feet pampered; I started to self-massage my feet. I
was so addicted in keeping my feet beautiful and attractive even though there
was no one around to admire them. It was then that you came at a much
unexpected time” she gave me a loving look; a motherly look.
“By then I had almost decided to sell everything
here and migrate to Australia; to live with my sister and son. The only thing
that kept me was my charity work. I loved the FKC work and the role I play in
it. I feel that it is a duty that I should be doing to my country; and to my
fellow people. That’s why I take that work so serious. Yet, a time came that
even that was not an enough a reason to prevent me from migrating. That is when
you showed up” she paused again.
“I had once thought of renting out this room so that
I’ll have some company around the house. But then thought against it because;
if I got the wrong kind of tenant I would have lost my freedom and got stuck
with an unnecessary burden. On the other hand it is also kind of risky to keep
someone totally unknown under one’s roof these days. So I just used this room
to store my old clothes. Just two weeks before you came I donated all that
stuff to a flood relief program. Most of them were dresses I wore to places Bill
and I went together. I didn’t feel like wearing them again. So I had just
dumped them here. They were in very good condition and still usable. So I was
more than happy to give them away for a good cause” she said.
I was first very anxious when Aunt Hillary came into
the room. I thought she was going to scold me; blame me for what I did the
previous night. I was even afraid that she would threaten to complain about it
to my mother. But now that she was very calmly telling me stories about her
past, my fears lessened. Yet I was curious to what she was getting at. I
decided to just listen without interrupting her.
“Once the room got empty I felt like cleaning it and
leaving it stand-by so that I could offer it to someone if needed. Who I had in
mind were our society members who come to Colombo from far away areas for our awareness
programs. They sometimes go back by night-mail trains travelling all night. I
thought maybe I could offer the room to some of them; so that they could stay-over
and go on the following day. I was taken by surprise when your mother called me
that Sunday afternoon and asked whether I could help find a place for you to
stay. My mind went blank. I couldn’t think of anything. So I offered to keep
you here as a temporary solution” she looked at me and smiled with her lips
sealed tight.
“It was just a week before that my friend Michelle
told me that she was looking for a suitable tenant for a room at her house at
Elvitigala Lane. She had converted Mr. Pfieffer’s study room to be rented out
once he died in order to make an additional income. If I had remembered that, I
would have directed you there right away. It would have been walking distance
for you from your institute. For some reason it never crossed my mind till you
settled down here. Honestly, I still can’t figure out why I forgot about
Michelle’s room. Was it destiny? I don’t know?” Aunt Hillary nodded her head
sideways.
“I must confess that I liked you and wished you
would stay here longer the very first day you came. I recognized you as a
‘Foot-Person’ the moment you entered my living room. You were staring at my
feet from the time you came in. I was flattered to have someone admiring my
feet. So I was very happy when your mother asked me whether I wouldn’t mind you
stay for longer after that first week was over. I was happy to see that you to
made-up your mind to stay along. I know that you first agreed to stay here only
as a temporary solution. I don’t know what changed your mind; whether it was
your mother’s wish? Or my flirting’s showing off my feet?” she gave a shy
smile.
“Once you decided to stay along, I indefinitely
postponed my plans of migrating. You gave me a reason stay on. I told my sister
Demi; ‘Madhu is counting on me. I promised to keep her son at my place. I’ll
not be able to come until I find Tom a decent-safe place to stay’. She bought
my story. It is true that I teased you by showing-off my feet. That’s all
because I felt good that I had an admirer of my feet. It gave me a reason to
take care and beautify my feet. But cross-my-heart darling, I never expected to
get my feet rubbed by you. In fact, I even didn’t expect a word of appreciation
from you as far as my feet were concerned. It all happened by chance. I was so
excited and happy when you first offered to rub my feet; when my hand had got
bruised. I just couldn’t refuse that offer” she squeezed my hand.
“I’m your mother’s best friend. I can recognize the
slightest difference in her tone; her emotions and responses. The very next day
when I told her that you rubbed my feet the night before, she fell silent for a
second. She didn’t say anything about it. But I felt she was bothered by it.
She as a mother has every right to object to something like that happening. So after
that, I just tried to make it sound a very casual incident telling her how my
son Harry also rubbed my feet and so on. I wanted to stop you from rubbing my
feet after but did not have the courage in insisting you to stop. You were becoming
better at it day by day. I’ve once thought that my late husband Bill was the
one who had the best pair of hands when it came to foot rubs. But quite honest
Tom, now you’re even better than Bill” she nodded her head in self-approval.
“I got so addicted to your foot rubs I couldn’t stop
you. So I just avoided telling your mom about it. I became so guilty of
betraying my best friend but consoled myself telling me that I was doing it for
your own benefit; to help you improve your skills in giving foot rubs. I truly
believed that it was as pure and innocent as getting my feet rubbed by Harry.
But I should have known better” her voice was trembling again.
“Harry loved my feet. But I think he didn’t have a
strong lust for it. I am sure it was not a sexual desire for him. At least I
assume so? I really don’t know. The only thing I know is that as a mother I
always laid the rules for him. I took responsibility and saw that he never
crossed the line. This should have happened between us too. But I was too
clumsy to just let things happen” she paused as if to remember what happened.
“I had too many drinks last night. I thought I would
get over the tipsiness after having a shower; but it didn’t help much. May be
because of the tiredness and the wine I never came to my proper senses. I
forgot with who I was. I just threw myself on you like an irresponsible,
reckless mad woman. I blame myself for that. I fell asleep as soon as you
started rubbing my feet. Then, I woke-up to a very familiar sensation; my feet
soles been kissed and licked. I thought Bill had come back. I felt so happy for
a moment. Then I came to my proper senses” Aunt Hillary paused again. Fresh
tear drops rolled down her cheeks.
“Tom, darling; I can understand your feelings. You
have a very strong foot fetish. It’s nothing to be ashamed of. It is not very
normal but it is not that uncommon either. But whatever it is, what happened yesterday
between the two of us was very wrong. I don’t blame you for that. I take full
responsibility for it. I went to Church today after a long time and confessed
to God about my wrong doing. I hope he will forgive me. I beg your forgiveness
too. Please let me rectify my sins” she said sobbing.
“No aunty, please don’t blame only your-self for
what happened. And please, don’t tell mom anything about last night. Please!” I
begged.
“Oh! No darling. I’m more ashamed than you that your
parents would know what happened. Remember your mother is my best friend. So,
firstly you have to promise me that no matter what; that you’ll never tell
anyone about this incident, okay?” she held my hand with both her hands, and
looked directly into my eyes. I nodded in agreement.
“Good! Now you have to understand that we can’t live
under the same roof hereafter. I can’t just pretend nothing happened and
continue to go as usual; knowing very well that you sexually lust for my feet.
I know that desire of yours cannot be easily suppressed. And I’m the kind of
person who will be sparking that desire in you all the time. So it is not
practically good idea for us to be close to each other. I’ll call Michelle and
arrange for you to stay at her place. That room is still vacant as far as I
know. I’ll tell everyone including your parents that Demi needs me urgently and
that I am forced to migrate to Australia sooner than planned. I actually now
think I should be going as soon as I settle you somewhere” Aunt Hillary said.
Her words sounded so definite. She seemed to have thought all night and come to
a firm and final decision. I felt lost, so lonely and sorry for myself. I felt
as if the whole world was trembling around me; like a pack of cards.
“No aunty, please don’t do it! Don’t abandon me˜ I cried aloud. Aunt Hillary was quite
surprised by my sudden and somewhat weird reaction. —Please don’t˜ I said over and over crying. It took me
a while to stop sobbing and speak clearly. Seen me weeping like a child Aunt
Hillary sat even closer to me and put her arm around my shoulder and pulled my
head towards her. I rested my head on her shoulder. She pressed her chin on my
forehead and started to stroke my hair. She tried to console me using her
motherly instincts. Yet she seemed to be very confused for the reason I got so
upset.
—Sh,,˜ she lulled me. —Oh darling! Why are you so upset? I told you? It was not
your fault at all and that you’re not to be blamed for what happened a bit. I take
full responsibility of it. I’m sure we could deal with this situation so that
neither of us would get embarrassed. Let it just remain as a small secret
between us˜.
She said assuming that I was upset in fear of any possibility my parents would
get to know of me playing with aunt Hillary’s feet. I shook my head violently
to let her know that it was not what was bothering me. She hugged me even
tighter.
—Come
on son. Tell me what’s bothering you. Your mom is my best friend. I have a son
as old as you. You can trust me on anything. We can continue to be good friends.
Just tell me what’s on your mind. I promise you that I’ll do whatever possible
to help you. Anything! okay?” she whispered to me.
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