CHAPTER
SIXTEEN:
Aunt Hillary kept on stroking my penis until my very
last drop of semen was drained out and my penis became supple. It stubbornly
tried to stay erect in the soft hand of aunty and it felt painful. Once she had
finished there was a puddle of cum on my belly. Aunt Hillary playfully drew
circles with her index finger over it and then placed her finger in her mouth,
sucking my cum off it. She gave me a seductive smile with a wink when I opened
my eyes to look what she was doing.
Aunt Hillary grabbed a face towel that was placed on
the foot-board of the bed and wiped my penis and the puddle of cum off my
belly. She also wiped her hand on it and threw it towards the laundry basket in
the corner of the room.
“Let’s get some sleep now” she said pulling up the
coverlet over our naked bodies, while lying next to me. She knocked-off the bed-head
lights, tucked her head on my shoulder and hugged me throwing her arm and leg
across me. I was feeling as if my body was burning from inside. But Aunt
Hillary’s warmth felt really soothing. I hugged her back and closed my eyes.
I was awakened by an alarm going off right next to
my ear. I woke up from a very deep sleep. It was such a deep sleep that did not
even see any dreams. Then I remembered about the things that happen last night
as if in a dream. I looked around to see whether it was actually dream. I
realized it was not because I was still on Aunt Hillary’s bed and that my penis
was hurting yet.
Aunt Hillary had left my towel and a batik sarong on
the bed but she was not to be seen in the room. I headed towards the bathroom
with the towel. She was not there either. I had a shower, dried myself and
changed into the sarong.
I came to the pantry looking for Aunt Hillary. There
were some bananas and a jug of milk on the family dining table in the pantry.
All the dishes and leftovers from last night had been cleaned and everything
had been put back to normal in the dining room. It was evident Aunt Hillary
would have woken much earlier before me. There were two doors from the main dining
room leading to the adjacent court-yard with the pool. One of those doors was
partly opened. I peeped through it and was stunned of what I saw.
Aunt Hillary was there seated on the floor facing
the pool. She was seated cross-legged, with her arms stretched out. Her wrists
were resting on her folded knees and her fingers stretched towards the floor.
This posture is known as the “Padmasana”
or Lotus posture in Yoga. Aunt Hillary was wearing a pair of black yoga pants
and a wrap-style sports top. Her hair was let loose on her back and her eyes
were closed with a blissful smile on her face.
The early morning rays of sun were creeping through
the pergolas above the pool in to the courtyard. The rays of sun were getting
reflected of the water in the pool and dangling on the courtyard walls. Aunt
Hillary’s face was lightening up by those bluish waves of light. She looked so
divine and serene in that setup; just like a goddess. I didn’t want to disturb
her. So I came back and waited in the pantry seated at the table.
In a few minutes I heard her footsteps coming
towards the pantry. She was wearing a pair of flip-flops.
“Hi, Handsome! Good Morning! Slept well?” she asked
cheerfully.
“Good Morning Aunty Gorgeous! I would have been
happily still sleeping if not for that alarm under my pillow” I mumbled.
“Ah! I think someone has to go for lecture today. I
left the alarm just because of that” she said giving me a playful side-long
glance.
“I’m too tired today Aunty. I think it’s better if I
slept a little more and rested with you. Don’t you think so? My sweet-sweet
Aunty!” I asked jokingly.
“No way Mister! Eat a banana and drink this glass of
milk. Bananas with milk would quickly give you back the energy lost in love
making; as told in ancient texts. So you can go get ready and go for your
classes as fresh as ever. Understood?” Aunt Hillary commanded waving her index
finger at me, yet with a concealed smile on her face.
Then she reached up to the pantry cupboard and took
out a small glass-jar.
“This jar contains Dates immersed in Bee’s honey. I
prepared this too according to an ancient recipe which was given to me by an
Indian friend of mine a very-very long time ago. The seeds of the dates have
been removed and filled with Ghee before they were put in this jar of Bee’s
honey. It had been prescribed in one of the ancient text that one should eat a
Date along with the coated Bee’s honey every day after having sex. It is said
to give back the energy lost during sex and especially compensate the body
against sexual ejaculations; that is basically the discharge of sex fluids.
Take this and eat one. Keep the jar in your room. You’ll need it in future too I
suppose” Aunt Hillary ended in a rather playful tone.
“Gee! Thanks aunty. So you used to eat these when
Uncle Bill was around? Wow! This stuff must be pretty old then?” I said
suspecting the Dates in jar could be expired beyond consumption.
“Huh!” She said sarcastically. “It is true that these
Dates worked well on Bill and me. We were sure that this was what gave us the
strength for us to carry-on things the way we went on; having multiple
organisms’ day after day even years after Harry was born. But don’t misunderstand
that these Dates might have been prepared way back at a time Bill was still
alive. No! I have been having a rather active sex life even after the loss of
my husband, okay? Not that I had any boyfriends as I said before but I’ve also
told you that I have a drawer full of sex toys, haven’t I? I have had my
climaxes and discharged my burning urges. Now! You’re very well aware about a
practice called ‘masturbation’ aren’t you? That same applies to women too. Women
too can masturbate and ejaculate like you boys do young man!” Aunt Hillary said
in a very matter-of-fact tone and gave me a sarcastic smile. Then she came to
her normal tone again;
“For your information, I made those Dates just a
month ago. You may remember my friend who visited here from Bahrain last month;
Benazir. She presented me a box of fresh Dates. I prepared several such jars
out of them. That’s why I told you that you could keep that jar with you. I
have here enough for me” she said.
“By the way, that’s one of Uncle Bills sarongs you
are wearing. And you look very handsome in it, honestly! You may keep that
sarong as a souvenir of our first date. I put your Kurta in the laundry basket.
I give it to you later” she came over to me and lovingly stroked my head. I
rested my forehead on her belly and enjoyed her stroking.
“Aunty, you told me that you and Harry have almost
no secrets and that you’re very open with each other. So will you ever be actually
telling him about our dating?” I asked out of curiosity. She playfully tapped
on my head as if she was annoyed by my question for a second. Then she answered
continuing stoking my head.
“Well, Yes! I may someday tell him about it. He
already knows that you’re very close me and giving me foot rubs. So? I might
say that I invited you to come for a dinner date with me and that I even asked
you to stay-over for break-fast” she said coolly.
“Ah! ‘Not lying but telling half of the truth!’ Very
clever! That reminds me? So what do we have for break-fast?” I asked trying to
make an excuse to say longer.
“We are having just only Banana and milk! Now if you
have finished drinking that glass of milk, you better run-off and get ready. If
not you’re going to be late for your lectures. Come on Hurry! Now get moving
your ass” she said padding on my back and chasing me off.
Aunt Hillary said that we would one in away use my
room on for our dating. I wanted to give Aunt Hillary a special treat on the
occasion inviting her to my room. After all, if I was going to be the host then
I had to make a good impression. I spent more time in the study room going
through Uncle Bill’s old book s and boxes.
Among those boxes of books, I found a box of some cosmetic equipment and
hand written notes of giving homemade foot-spas which I thought would be useful
for me.
We talked about our ‘first date’ and made witty
remarks about it there after when the two of us were alone. But to the outside
we showed no difference. I was less shy to face Aunty thereafter but my respect
towards her increased. It brought us closer, made us friendlier and helped us
both work as team and achieve more. We both benefitted through it. I continued
to rub Aunt Hillary’s feet from the very next day as usual. The only change
introduced to the routine was Aunty allowing me to place a soft ‘Good-night’
kiss on her feet after I finished rubbing her feet.
After two weeks, considering the good marks I had
got for my semester exams Aunt Hillary agreed to give me a second date. I
invited Aunt Hillary this time to my room as planed. It was a Thursday, the 25th
of January 1991 to be exact.
I re-arranged my room a bit pulling in an easy-chair
from the verandah early that evening. I also brought in a foot stool in to my
room which was lying idle in the study room. Then I had a shower and went to
watch TV with Aunt Hillary. Aunt Hillary said that we better have dinner as
usual and start on our ‘date’ afterwards. I also liked it that way as dinning
was not what was important to me either. Thus there were no interesting dramas
that evening to be watched we had dinner just after the news was over. Then I
returned to my room. Aunt Hillary said she would sneak-in in about fifteen
minutes after finishing some of her household chores.
I brushed my teeth, refreshed myself and changed in
to a pair of boxer shorts. I switch-offed the room lights except for the table
lamp which I use when I study till late in the night. I left the room door ajar
and opened it when there was a knock on it. All lights in the verandah and
living room were switch-offed. A faint outline of Aunt Hillary’s figure was
visible against a pitch black background.
Aunt Hillary had changed into a knee length Black satin
housecoat and was wearing a pair of Black Marabou-mules. She entered the room
briskly as if to avoid any gossipy neighbor spotting her enter my room at this
time of the night. She closed the door behind her and gave me a hug.
“Here’s a small present for you” she handed over a well
wrapped flat package. I first guessed it to be a box of chocolates. Then I felt
it was a bit too hard and heavy to be a chocolate box. May be sensing my
curiosity, Aunt Hillary said what it was.
“It is an old book gifted to me by my sister a few
years back when she returned from a trip to the states. The book is titled “The
Happy Hooker – My Own Story” by an author named Xaviera Hollender. It’s said to be sort of a self-biography of the
author. Xaviera is a woman of my age and the book had been first published
in 1972. This copy is of its 1984 paper-back edition. I tried to buy a new copy
of it for you but none of the local book stores had it. One store promised me
that they would get down a copy for me. When I get it’ we can exchange our
copies then, because this has Demi’s note on it” she said making herself
comfortable sitting on the bed.
“I’ve figured that you get turned-on a bit listen to
sexy confessions. So I thought you’d like madam Xaviera’s stories much more that Aunt Hillary’s stories” she
laughed. “And it’ll keep you occupied when I’m not around to tell you stories.
But remember not to neglect your studies and tell you found this book on a
shelf in the study room; in case your parents get curious to where the hell you
got a book of this sort” she continued laughingly.
“Thanks for the book Aunty. I’ll be careful that my
parents wouldn’t see me reading it” I said.
“Hmm. I think that would be much better especially
because it has Demi’s note on it. They’ll wonder what kind of sisters we are to
exchange this type of books” she said with wink. “So what do we do now?” she
asked playfully.
“I’m going to treat you to a foot-spa first. Please
could you move on to this easy-chair” I said as if an experienced masseuse.
“Wow” she said while standing up, removing her house
coat, putting it on the bed and sitting on the chair. She was wearing a Black
chemise and panty as she did on our previous night. I placed the flat plastic
tray I had found in the study room beside her feet and filled it with milk. I
bought a bottle of fresh-milk from the grocery store on my way home that
afternoon. I helped her feet out of the mules and placed them in the tray of
milk.
“Woo. A milk bath for my feet! I must admit that
this is after a long-long time I’m going to enjoy such a treat. Thank you very
much darling” she exclaimed with happiness while fondling my hair as I sat in
front of her on the floor cross-legged. Once I started to dip my hands in the
milk and rinse her feet in milk, pouring them over her insteps and ankles she
fell back on the chair and closed her eyes.
“Thinking of it, it was Harry who last treated my
feet to a milk-bath. It was the day before we left to Australia. I accompanied
him on his departure to Australia and he wanted our last night together at home
to be memorable. So he treated me to a special foot-spa like this. I think that
he too used this same plastic tray on that day. Wonder how come you came-up
with the same idea?” she said with curiously after some time.
“He surely had done some home-work on giving your
feet a milk-bath. I found a book with some hand-written notes inside it in one
of those boxes in the study room. Yes! Even this plastic tray was along with
them. I thought it must have been a work of Uncle Bill though?” I said.
“Nuh! Harry would have stuffed them in the study the
next morning. I surely must tell him that you are copying his style” Aunt
Hillary said with a slight smile on the face while enjoying my pampering her
feet with her eyes closed again. “Does he speak to you every day?” I asked.
“Not every day. But they speak at least twice a
week. Either Demi or Harry speaks to me or I call them. They are four and a
half hours ahead of us. So it is around five or six local time that they are
free; just before going to bed. Nowadays I get two routine calls almost twice a
week; one from Australia and the other from Pussellawa, from your mother. Madhu
often calls around eleven in the morning after she finishes cocking lunch for
Karl” aunt went on explaining.
“Now! All of a sudden why did you want to know about
‘Harry’s calling’?” Aunt Hillary asked playfully. “May be I felt a bit jealous
of him, hearing that he was the one who treated your feet to a milk-bath this
way. And also because he now is probably giving your sister and niece both foot
spas like this at his will” I said with my lips tight suppressing a smile. I
actually felt jealous of Harry for having access to two beautiful women’s feet.
I had seen Aunt Demi’s and Diane’s photos and knew they were gorgeous women;
more like sisters that mother-and-daughter.
Aunt Hillary opened her eyes and looked at me with
surprise. Then a smile came across her face and gave me a very loving but
seductive look.
“You Jealous Fox!” she said crossing her legs
spontaneously. This made some milk splash on to my chest and face. Milk was
dripping down her Right foot.
Seductively Aunt Hillary raised her Right foot higher, arching it and
drifting the milk coated over her foot towards her big toe. A bubble of milk
started to form beneath her big toe. She very seductively lifted her foot over
my face. I took the hint and lifted my face up, and lapped the dripping milk
off her toes with my tongue.
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