CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE:
I continued to kiss along her legs down, from feet
to ankles, calves, knees, thighs to her crotch. A thin film of water was
running over her pussy lips. I placed my mouth over it and sipped some water
that ran along her pussy. Then I continued to kiss up her body from her crotch
to her breasts. Her boobs stood-up from the water like two mountains. I sucked
her nipples with pleasure.
By the time our lips met each other, my penis was
rubbing her pussy lips. Aunt Hillary held my penis and guided it inside her
pussy. Slowly but rhythmically I started fucking her, still kissing each
other’s lips. I broke-up the kiss and stood straight so that I can ramp her
pussy harder. She helped me raising herself higher by putting her legs in the
air. I held her ankles and started to kiss and lick her feet again. We fucked
like rabbits sub-merged in water.
I came a split second before she did. I felt Aunt
Hillary spraying her juiced just after I pumped in my semen in her. I felt both
our warm juices flowing past me with the cold water.
Once we returned back to the chalet we prepared some
lunch for us. We were all ready to leave by the time the caretaker came back.
We were lucky that Jacky didn’t ask why my parents hadn’t shown up. Probably he
didn’t care.
It became around seven in the evening when we got
home. The first thing Aunt Hillary did was to call my mom and let know that we
returned back safely. She told her that the ‘whole trip was a real success and
that it was one of her greatest dreams come true’. She winked an eye at me as
she handed me the phone.
Aunt Hillary’s stay in Australia became longer than
expected. After celebrating her forty-eighth birthday and after her son Harry’s
graduation; she was forced to stay another month there due to an unexpected
development of events. That was Harry’s wedding.
Harry and his cousin Diane who was two year elder to
him had been in love for some time.
Diane had finished her studies and had got herself well established by
then and as Harry too had found a good job even before his graduation. The two
of them had decided to get marry soon after his graduation. So Aunt Hillary’s
sister Demi had suggested that they get married while Aunt Hillary was still with
them in Australia. They all had agreed to it and thus Aunt Hillary extended her
stay by a month.
Aunt Hillary phoned me one evening and gave me the
news. She was happy as well as worried a bit because Harry and Diane were
planning to get settled in Brisbane after their marriage and Aunt Demi would be
left alone at her Sydney apartment The
decision to move out had to be taken as it was best for both Harry and Diane
considering their working conditions; Aunt Hillary explained. Though the
wedding only required a two week additional extension of her stay, Aunt Hillary
had decided to stay an extra month so that she could help Aunt Demi get
adjusted to her new conditions.
The wedding had being a very simple function. Apart
from the mothers of the bride and groom, only a few friends of the couple had
being invited. Aunt Hillary and Aunt Demi seemed happy and relaxed after the wedding.
They both spoke to me on one evening that Aunt Hillary called me.
“Demi here is starting to miss Harry’s foot-rubs. I
told her to come home with me and experience your foot-rubs. I’m sure she’ll
not come back to Australia if she gets the taste of that, isn’t it Tom?” Aunt
Hillary asked me laughingly. Aunt Demi was also on the parallel line at that
time.
“Will you give me too one of those ‘magical
foot-rubs’ that Hillary always keeps on telling us about Tom?” Aunt Demi asked
with a chuckle. I was not sure to what extend Aunt Hillary had told Aunt Demi
about me. So I decided to play safe.
“Sure Aunty, you’re always welcomed. I don’t think
that I’m as good as what Aunt Hillary says. But I’ll try to do my best” I
replied. We all laughed. Aunt Hillary was reluctant to leave Aunt Demi alone at
home during Christmas. But as Harry and Diane had promised they would come and
stay with Aunt Demi for Christmas, Aunt Hillary returned home early in December,
so that she wouldn’t miss the FKC society’s annual dinner.
The FKC society dinner dance was on the 21st,
the third Saturday of that December. It also happened to be technically the
first anniversary of our affair. After the party was over we had a special
anniversary celebration at home.
As Aunt Hillary was not with her family that
Christmas and my sister Rachel had informed us that they were unable to visit
us for Christmas during that December, Mother invited Aunt Hillary to stay with
us for Christmas. Therefore, on Sunday the 22nd of December 1991,
Aunt Hillary and I drove up to Pussellawa in her car. I didn’t have lectures during
that week due to the institute’s Christmas vacations.
Aunt Hillary was given my sister Rachel’s room which
was next to my parent’s room down the hallway leading to my room. The next
morning I took Aunt Hillary and showed her around the estate. We were very
careful not to misbehave ourselves even when we thought no one was watching us,
as I knew that even trees and walls in the estate could have eyes and ears. So
it was only the whisperings and the secret exchanges of seductive glances that
took place between us mostly. Most of Aunt Hillary’s time was spent with my
mother as the two old friends had a lot of chatting to do.
The next after-noon Mom and Aunt Hillary said they
were going shopping in Kandy. I volunteered to drive them but father had
arranged his driver Charley to take them. Aunt Hillary wore a pair of slacks
while mom as usual wore a sari. They
both were in high heeled sandals. I missed not having to escort them.
They returned just before dusk. They had bought
Christmas presents and other necessities needed for Christmas celebrations. I
was reading a news-paper in the hallway when they came. Aunt Hillary and mom
went passing me to enter their rooms. Aunt Hillary paused for a moment before
parting from mother;
“Madhu, is it okay for me to leave my shoes on your
shoe-rack in the hallway” she asked making sure I heard it.
“Of cause darling. Here I’ll put it closer to your
door” mom said as she pushed the shoe-rack which was on wheels down the hallway
towards the room door in which Aunt Hillary was. “This used to be here
actually. My daughter and I use to share this. We both have the same shoe size
and we used our shoes in common. So it was convenient for both of us to have it
between the two rooms. But once Rachel went from home I just took it for
myself. Please, feel free to take anything that is mine Hilly” mom said to Aunt
Hillary.
Aunt Hillary took off the high-heels and left them
on the shoe-rack making sure I noticed it. She was teasing me; very well
knowing that I was in a habit of sneaking in my mother’s and sister’s shoes in
to my room to sniff them while masturbating.
Mom was the first to have a change and go to the
kitchen to prepare dinner. Aunt Hillary came out a little while later; first
peeping out of the door to make sure that I was still in the hallway. Then she
very casually dropped something on my lap as she was heading towards the
kitchen.
“No hurry. Keep this safe and return it to me when
we get home” she whispered as she went passing me with a mischievous smile. It
was her used pantie that she would have probably worn to Kandy. It had a wet
patch in its crotch. I quickly tucked it in my trouser pocket. She would have
known how frustrated I was with having to get my hands on her body. It was the
best Christmas gift I received during that week. It and the pair of high-heels
kept on the shoe rack kept me very busy during the next couple of nights.
The Old-Girl’s Association (OGA) of Aunt Hillary’s
and mom’s school had organized their annual dinner dance the next Saturday, the
28th December 1991. Mom had never attended such functions since her
marriage. Aunt Hillary on the other hand had attended such get-to-gathers
whenever possible.
Aunt Hillary convinced my father that it would be
good for mom to meet her old friends and with the greatest difficulty got mom
to agree to attend the party. Thus, the three of us headed back to Colombo on
Saturday morning in Aunt Hillary’s car. Apart from being our driver, Charley
was also a good cook. He promised to fix meals for dad while mom was away. It
was only for one day as Charley and dad were to drive down the following day to
pick-up mom.
It was around eleven O’clock when we reached Aunt
Hillary’s place. I carried in mom’s bag in along with Aunt Hillary’s bag.
“Shall I put mom’s bag in the visitor’s room Aunty?”
I asked; not really sure whether mom would be given visitor’s room or Harry’s
room which had an attached bathroom.
“Ah! Just drop them in my room along my stuff darling.
Your mother and I have shared tinier rooms than this. It’s nothing new to us.
Isn’t it Madhu? You wouldn’t mind sharing the room with me tonight wouldn’t you
darling? Both the other rooms are in a mess” Aunt Hillary asked mom with a
mischievous wink.
“Of cause not Hilly, I’d love that” mom said
laughingly.
Mom and Aunt Hillary prepared a quick lunch for the
three of us. Mom and Aunt were planning to go shopping after lunch. I offered
to drive them but Aunt Hillary said she could manage it. They were going to
visit her beautician also on the way she explained. I excused them and went to
my room. They gave me a shout as they left and I decided to have a nap
afterwards.
It was past five in the evening when I woke-up. I
had fallen asleep because of the tiredness of driving all morning. I noticed
that mom and Aunt Hillary had returned because the car was parked in front of
the house. The party was said to be starting at six thirty and they were
planning to leave at five-forty-five I was told. I assumed that they would be
getting dressed by that time and decided not to disturb. I washed my face a bit
and lay back on the bed with a book. I would have fallen asleep again and was
woken-up by a knock on my door.
“Son, Darling are you still asleep? Aunty and I are
about to leave” mom was at the door.
“Ur. No mom” I came out replying and there she was!
I’ve seen mom wear make-up when attending weddings
and functions before. But she always did it herself. Aunt Hillary’s beautician
had transformed mom in to a really different person that evening. Her eye brows
were made-up and her lip lines were made perfect. Her complexion had been given
a touch of silver dust. Mom was wearing a Silver-Grey glistering sari with a
matching blouse with tiny shoulder straps. Her silver high-heels were matching
with her Silver jewelry. Her toe and finger nails too were the same silver
color. I had never seen my mom so beautiful.
“Wow mom!” I exclaimed. She gave me shy wink and
smiled. Aunt Hillary was behind her in a pair of Black slacks and a Silver-Grey
top. Apart from that and the Black stiletto heeled sandals; every other detail
of hers was identically matching with moms. They both looked gorgeous and
shared the same theme making it was obvious that they were best of friends.
“Darling, your dinner is covered on the table. Don’t
wait for us. Eat and sleep. Your mother and I plan to hang-out all night,
okay?” Aunt Hillary told me. Mom kissed me good bye.
“Now, You two girls be careful and behave yourselves”
I said like a big-shot jokingly. We all laughed. Aunt Hillary said “Okay Sir!”
tapping on my half-erect penis under my boxer shorts as soon as mom turned her
back on us.
I watched TV for a while, had my dinner and went to
bed around Ten O’clock in the night. Just about an hour later I heard Aunt
Hillary’s car pulling in the drive-way. Then I heard soft footsteps next to my
door. I thought of waiting till I was called.
“Hilly, I think he is asleep. Let’s not disturb the
poor guy. He must be tired after the morning’s journey” mom whispered.
“Hmm… He wouldn’t have expected us to return this
early. And we wouldn’t if for not those boasting bitches. Oh! How much I hated
their company? I was not in a mood to even finish my glass of wine” Aunt
Hillary whispered back with a chuckle.
“I had two glasses full because I wanted to forget
those shaggy morons. They were becoming a real pain in my ass” mom chuckled
back. I had never seen mom drunk. In fact I never knew she took drinks except
for a small sip of wine at Christmas parties. I kept on listing.
“Oh! Now enough of these heels. I’m going to take
them off. They are too loud anyway and would wake up Tom” mom said.
“I wish he was awake. We could have got our feet
massaged a bit. Believe me Madhu when I say: he’s got magical finger darling”
Aunt Hillary giggled.
“Let the poor boy sleep you naughty girl. Wait, I’ll
rub your feet tonight” mom also said giggling.
“Ah? Great idea! Let me prepare a nice and warm
bubble bath for us. I have a bottle of Red-wine also left. Let’s massage each
other while having a shower just like in those old days” Aunt Hillary said.
“Oh! Hilly my darling! Come here; let me give you a kiss just like in
those old but ‘Gold’ days!” I heard mom saying as they entered the house.
I got so
aroused listing to their conversation. I was so curious to know what was going
to happen in Aunt Hillary’s bathroom, which was just on the other side of my
room. I found it very difficult to fall asleep that night.
The next morning I woke up quite late; around Nine
O’clock maybe when mom tapped on my door. She was after a shower and wearing a house-coat.
Even after a shower she still retained some of her beauty features from last
night. She was in a happy mood and her eyes looked contended. She came in when
I opened the door, kissed me good morning and started to tidy my bed.
“How was last night mom? I didn’t even hear you
coming” I lied.
“Ah! It was not as good as we expected. It was just
a bunch of old women trying to boast themselves. Aunt Hillary and I sneaked-out
early even not having dinner. We ate out at a restaurant on the way home. But
I’m glad I came though” she said with a smile; without giving me a chance to
say that I was sorry for what had happened to them at the party.
“Aunt Hillary is preparing break-fast. Brush your
teeth and come join us for break-fast okay?” mom said leaving the room.
The main topic after break-fast was the previous
day’s party. They were imitating and cracking jokes about the old friends they
had met there. Father had called in the morning and said the he would be coming
for lunch.
Mom and Dad left around Two thirty in the after-noon
as dad said it was better to leave early as it was likely to rain in the
evening. I was so impatient till they left. Aunt Hillary and I waved at their
car until it disappeared off the drive-way. Then I hugged Aunt Hillary from
behind and directed her in to my room.
“It would have been so frustrating for you to keep
your hand off me during the past week know?” Aunt Hillary mocked at me.
“Yes! And your teasing me behind the back of my mother
didn’t help it much either” I replied her with a kiss.
“Sorry if that frustrated you. But I’m really happy
that I invited your mother here. I think it made her very happy” she sounded
very emotional.
“Yes, I thought that she seemed very happy. But now I’m
curious. You have told me almost everything about your sex life. But you have
never told me about your relationship with my mother. Were you lovers? Lesbians
I mean. Are you still lovers? Because last night I heard you two speaking
something about having a bubble bath together. Oh! Tell me Aunty. Tell me
please” I pleaded.
“You spoilt brat! You have been spying on us then?”
she said smilingly.
“I wished I had the power to see-through the wall of
what was going-on in your bathroom” I confessed.
“Now listen son. Your mother is my best friend. I’ve
already broken Madhu’s trust more than enough by having sex with you. Don’t
force me to breach the trust of our friendship also” she pleaded.
“I know you two are best of friends. And that you’re
very loyal towards your friendship. But don’t you trust me. Can’t you trust me
on this too?” I asked.
“You’re right! What right do I have to talk about
‘loyalty’ and trust between friends when I’m fucking my best friend’s son
behind her back?” Aunt Hillary’s voice was trembling as she said it. I notices
tears emerge at the end of her eyes.
“Oh, Darling Aunty. I didn’t mean to make you cry.
It’s okay. I’m sorry. I’ never force you to tell me such things you do not wish
to tell me” I consoled her.
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