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CHAPTER
TWENTY SIX:
By the looks of her I could tell that she was dead
serious of what she was asking.
“I swear on my life Aunty. As well as everything
else between us, I promise that I’ll tell no-one about anything you disclose to
me about my mom. You can trust me on it” I said honestly. She kissed my lips
tightly.
“Yes. I trust
you, and besides love you too much to refuse you anything you ask. But in the
meantime I love your mother a lot too and don’t want to breach our friendship
any more than I’ve already done. That’s all. Come let’s go to the living room.
We can sit and have a chat” she said wiping a tear that rolled over her cheek.
I followed her to the living room.
We sat on the three-cushion sofa in the living room.
I sat straight on the middle of it with my feet grounded. Aunt Hillary cuddled
herself on my Right hand side with her legs across my lap and partly leaning
against the arms-rest.
“Your mother and I first met when we were in grade
six. That was when we both came to the ‘Lord of Ladies Girls College’. We both
came to Colombo; to the LLGC as a result of passing the Grade Five scholarship
exam. If not we both were from rather rural areas as you know. So we had to get
boarded at the College hostel. First we were taken to our class room. There
Madhu and I happened to sit next to each other. So we became instant friends.
Then when we were taken to the hostel in the afternoon, we quite obviously made
sure we found two beds next to each other” Aunt Hillary paused and smiled.
“The hostel had three dormitory halls; one for grade
six to eight students, another for grades nine and ten students and the third
for grade eleven’s and twelve’s. The third had semi-partitioned rooms for three
girls each. Madhu and I always found beds next to each other. Even when we were
given rooms we were lucky to have a separate room for the two of us. We were so
famous in school as best friends and an un-separable unit that I think no one
else wanted to share a room with us” she laughed.
“As beginners we were scared of what we heard about
that happened at the hostel at night. Elderly girls always tried to bully us at
the hostel and school. Madhu was anyway afraid of sleeping alone. So as soon as
the matron switched offed the lights and left us closing the dormitory door,
Madhu sneaked in to my bed and we slept embracing each other” Aunt Hillary
smiled as she travelled through time to her school day memories.
“It was obvious that most newcomers felt lonely
first and then frustrated after a time. It was an age we girls were
experiencing many changes in our bodies and going through a psychological
transformation in our minds. We developed special bonds with selective mates.
They were either affairs based on ‘seeking love and friendship’ or affairs
based on ‘seeking protection or exercising dominance’. When I say ‘dominance’
it was not always sexual. Sometimes it was getting someone weak do one’s
laundry or any such cores in exchange for giving them a protection from been
bullied” Aunt Hillary explained.
“No matter how strict the matrons were we girls
found opportunities to explore our nakedness kissing and touching each other.
Some of the dominant elderly girls forced the new-comers to kiss their
bushy-pussies. Yet I don’t think they could be considered as ‘sexual acts’. I
think they were just hopeless acts played out of frustration, curiosity and
intimacy” Aunt Hillary said nodding her head up and down.
“We were very interested with the changes that
happened to our bodies during those days. We kept comparing the sizes of our
breasts and our bushes of public hair. We had to help each other during having
periods; of cause with the assistance of the matrons. So it was impossible to
survive in the hostel without having ‘one best friend’ or ‘a gang of best
friends’. For me and Madhu it was the two of us and no one else in the first
two years in the hostel. We developed a very strong bond between us that even
the big girls didn’t want to mess-up things with us” Aunt Hillary said almost
laughing.
“In our third year in hostel my sister Demi also
joined us. By then we were the seniors in our dome. So we temporary took Demi also
under our umbrella for her protection. Demi had to be our ‘slave’ in return. Of
cause, I was always the dominant of us two even at home. And obviously Demi
found refuge in Madhu when I often went mad with her. They both were similar in
nature; strong on their own but submissive towards me. Again, don’t take these
terms in purely a sexual way. It did include what could be considered as sexual
like bathing together, kissing and touching each other’s private parts, getting
body massages; especially legs and breasts and exchanging lip kisses and so on.
But none of that was so intensified that they could have be called ‘lesbian
behavior’; though those experiences may have led some to become lesbi’s later
on. Girls were the only options we had and most of it was done for fun and
excitement. Anything that was done at the back of the matron’s eagle eyes was
an exciting achievement for us. We became heroes by doing things like that” Aunt
Hillary paused for a moment.
“That was what your mother’s and my relationship was
back then. We had no secrets between us at all. Unfortunately we lost touch of
each other after leaving school. We did write to each other but could not write
all we wanted because of the risk of letters getting in to someone else’s hand.
There were no phones at every house like now back then. We never missed our OGA
get together back then as it was the only chance we got to exchange our
gossips. It was so until Madhu got married and went to Pussellawa with your
father. Since then we got distant very much. We hadn’t written to each other in
ages and almost had lost contact with each other for some time. Just imagine!
Your mom had heard about Uncle Bill’s death only about a month after it had happened!
It was destiny, or ‘you’ that brought us back together. I’m so surprised as well as honored that Madhu
remembered ‘me’ and had my number out of all to call and ask for help that
evening” Aunt Hillary punched my shoulder softly as she mentioned me as what
brought them back together.
“I’m so glad I got a chance to be close to her the
last few days. Especially getting her to come and stay here for at least one
night. It’s true that things didn’t go exactly as planned at the OGA. I thought
it would make us happy to get re-united with some of our hostel mates and joke
about those joyful days again. But what
a bore it was? They all have now grown-up to be ‘decent wives’ and ‘respectable
Mothers’. What a joke? They are now shy to talk about those days honestly.
Instead they keep bragging about the Victorian principles they bring-up their
children and boast about the wealth of their husbands. We got so bored we
quietly sneaked out of the party even before dinner was announced. Your mother
I think had a few glasses of wine to get over the tension but I was not in a
mood to even get drunk. We just had some dinner at a restaurant on the way and
came home” she said shaking her head with disappointment.
“I didn’t know that mom took drinks” I said.
“Ah! You might not know many things about your
mother young man. We first started to get drunk back when we were school girls”
she said with a cheeky smile. Then she continued;
“It was so that we happen to come home early to
enjoy a warm and nice bubble bath together; as you had found out by ‘spying’ on
us” she pinched my cheek softly as she emphasized the word ‘spying’. “Do you
remember that bottle of wine we bought a few weeks ago but didn’t drink because
you had got some toddy from a friend of yours? I had put it in the pantry cupboard to be used
later and it came very handy last night. It was after our hostel days that we
had a bath together. And it was the first time in a tub, because at our hostel
it was always under a shower. We did feel a bit strange to get naked in front
of each-other after all these years; because we are not the same school girls we
were anymore. It is almost after thirty years! The wine helped us of cause.
After soaking ourselves in the warm water for about half an hour and finishing
the bottle of wine we both felt very refreshed and young at heart. Your mother
gave me very relaxing foot massage while in the tub. She was also very good at
it. May be you have inherited some of your talents from her? We dried ourselves
and went to bed not bothering to cover ourselves” Aunt Hillary was now feeling my
penis getting erected under my boxer-shorts. She caressed over my bump with her
foot.
“I gave your mother a thorough body’s massage while
we talked about our sex lives. Your mother seems to be very contended with her
life. Madhu was never the adventurous type like me. I told her about most of my
sex adventures keeping you out of it of cause. I just said that if you were
awake we both could have had our feet rubbed by you, while massaging her
feet. She just laughed and asked; ‘Don’t
you think Tom wouldn’t be bothered if he is asked to rub his mother’s old
feet?’ I told her that; ‘Tom is a professional. He would have done it with
pleasure. Even I felt a bit guilty at first Madhu. But trust me; he’s a pro in giving
foot-rubs. So I’m glad to give him a chance once in a way for him to develop
his skills. He really seems to enjoy doing it. Do you think it is wrong of me
to be getting my feet rubbed by him?’ She just smiled and nodded her head
sideways saying; ‘Not at all darling. There is nothing wrong as you two are
happy. I wish I had someone like that to rub my feet every now and then’” Aunt
Hillary gave me a side-long glance and smiled.
“Do you think mom would accept it if I offer to rub
her feet?” I asked.
“I’m not sure. May be if you could ask her when your
father is not around? Your mother just hinted that we better keep the fact that
I was getting my feet rubbed by you a secret from your father. She didn’t tell
me so directly. But my guess is that she wished it be so” Aunt Hillary said
thoughtfully.
“Yea! May be she would have meant it to be so. My
father is a very conservative type of character as you might have realized
already? I just wonder sometimes whether mother is really happy with him. He’s
a very good person; a supportive father to us. He also loves us in his own way?
But I have never seen him been sort of a
‘romantic-lover’ around mom” I said.
“Hmm, as I said your mother never was and still is
an adventurous type of person. She always knew to be contended with what she
got. The same applies to her marriage as well. She seems overall happy with how
things are going. Yet she did confess to
me that she sometimes, even in recent times, has had very strong sexual urges
in bed. Your father she says is always tired and falls asleep as soon as they
get to bed. Not wanting to bother Karl, Madhu said she just either suppressed
her urge or got rid of it quickly by herself; I don’t know whether it should or
could be called Masturbation? Anyway, I showed her my collection of sex toys
and insisted she takes a few with her. Very reluctantly she did pick a couple.
Hope they would be any help to the poor girl” Aunt Hillary sounded sad.
“What! You showed mom your sex toys?” I asked in
dis-belief.
“Why? Yes! Including the latest toy to my
collection; that even you haven’t yet seen” she said laughing.
“What’s that? You’ve never told anything about such
a thing to me” I protested.
“I didn’t get a chance to show it to you. I got it
for my last birthday from my sister Demi, when I was in Australia. It’s called
the ‘Feeldoe’. It’s something like a
double-ended dildo, but designed specifically to give more pleasure to a
dominant female partner. It’s not yet marketed as I know. Demi had got it from
a friend who is in the research field of developing sex-toys. I’ll show it to
you later” Aunt Hillary said laughingly.
“You also were in a boarding-school? What was your
experience there? I’m sure the boys in hostels too are up to wilder things than
we girls do. Aren’t they?” Aunt Hillary asked, changing the subject.
“Well, pretty-much yes! We too had two dormitories;
one for the juniors and the other for the seniors. As juniors we were always
scared of the seniors. They bullied us whenever they got a chance. Sex was
pretty much the main topic in the senior’s dom. We had our own collections of
pornographic material. We masturbated. Sometimes we had group sessions in
masturbating, comparing the size of members and the amount of cum we could
produce. Some seniors had secret affairs with selected juniors where they got
them to perform blowjobs. I never was interested in having such affairs” I
explained trying to remember those old hostel days.
“Were you made to suck any seniors cock?” Aunt
Hillary asked.
“Hmm.. Yes, Once. I was forced in doing so when I
was quite new at the hostel” I replied.
“And, what about anal-intercourse? I’m sure there
would have been boys doing such things also?” she asked.
“Yes. There was. I mean I had never seen such things
happen but there were rumors that certain ‘couples’ were having such affairs. I
think I was lucky that no senior was interested in picking me for such things.
And when I was a senior my interests were very different. I was virtually only
interested in women’s feet even by that time. That’s why I was nick-named ‘papissa’
in hostel” I replied with a laugh. I had started to softly caress Aunt
Hillary’s feet by then.
“Apart from being a foot crank, Bill was also an ass
fan. He not only liked to kiss and lick my ass; he once wanted to fuck it. I
didn’t enjoy it much though. May be he didn’t lubricate it enough or something.
It was very painful for me. I told him that he could try it out again if he was
willing but he never asked me again. May be he was afraid that it would be painful
for me again. On the other hand, he got me to fuck his ass many times. He loved
it when I fucked him with a strap-on-dildo. He used to cry aloud “Fuck me mama,
Fuck your son’s ass mama” in excitement and joy. Oh! How much he loved it. I
wish I had my new Feeldoe those days.
It would have being much more fun for me too to have used it instead of the
strap-on” Aunt Hillary said biting her lower lip.
“You can use it on me” I said without thinking
twice. I never had imagined anyone fucking my ass before. But I was turned on
by hearing that Aunt Hillary had fucked Uncle Bill’s ass with a strap-on-dildo.
“Really? How sweet of you. May be we’ll use it in
our next session. I promise you that I’ll cause as less as pain in your ass”
she said in a playful way kissing my cheek and winking an eye. Her last words
gave me chill though.
“Does it really hurt a lot?” I asked.
“Well, the anal opening is a tight hole by nature
but is also flexible than we think. It is very essential to lubricate it and
make it ‘prepared’ before having anal intercourse or any type of such penetration
into it. If not it could end-up a very painful and nasty experience. Don’t
worry. Take your time and think about it. Even I might think of giving it a try
again” Aunt Hillary comforted me.
“Bill and I had a pact that we should go anal only
when both are willing for it and that we shouldn’t do it even with any other
third party without the consent of each other. It was mostly because anal sex
involves a higher level of hygienic precautions. Even before lubricating one
should first have an enema when preparing for an anal intercourse. An enema
means cleaning one’s rectum. If possible, it is always safer to wear a condom
when getting involved in sodomy” She explained.
“Sodomy?” I asked.
“Yes! “Anal intercourse”. And of cause all toys, dildos
and so on should be well cleaned after putting them inside an ass before they
are used again. By the way, has anyone called you a “Bugger”? Well, Buggery
also means ‘having anal sex’. You Bugger!” Aunt Hillary said laughing as she
kissed me and stood-up.
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