A FOOT CRANK’S CONFESSION - Part 29 of 37

 

CHAPTER TWENTY EIGHT:

A year and half passed almost un-noticed. It was like a roller-coaster ride; so fast but so exciting. 1993 is marked as a year a president of the country got assassinated. It also turned out to be the beginning of a new political era in the country. Personally it was one of the best years of my life and also one of the saddest. It was a turning point in my life.

My Business Management Diploma final exam was scheduled for August 1993 and the results were due in October. Aunt Hillary’s fiftieth Birthday was falling on that October, the 26^th of October to be exact. She promised that she would not be going to Australia that October and would give me a special treat if I passed the final exam well.  The only fantasy she wanted me to fulfill for her fiftieth birthday she was to get good results in my final exam. Then she would consider doing anything I want she said. It was a fantasy that I was very confident I could fulfill. Almost every semester I had the highest marks of the batch.

I had made her wish of having a double penetration come true for her previous; forty ninth birthday. It was done very safely and secretly. Aunt Hillary here had to relax another original condition she put upon our affair; which was to not get any third person involved into our acts. We didn’t want to risk revealing our identities and have long lasting connections with the third person we had to get involved in fulfilling this fantasy. So I hung around the Ceylon-Taj hotel bar for a few days and finally met a suitable candidate for the job.

He was Matt, a Canadian historian who was visiting the county for a week or so to attend an international seminar on Archaeology. He was travelling alone. Matt was about thirty five years old and married with two kids. After chatting and having a couple of drinks with him on two occasions, I forwarded him the proposal of having a threesome with us; I said: “me and my mistress”. He agreed without any hesitation. Aunt Hillary booked a room at the hotel and came in separately the next night while I met Matt at the bar and took him up to the room. It was the night before the day Matt was scheduled to leave back home.

Our session went on smoothly. I first lubricated Aunt Hillary’s ass hole and entered her from back. Then Matt entered her from front. Matt wore a condom for the benefit of both parties on mutual understanding.  Aunt Hillary enjoyed the session very much getting sandwiched between our young- muscular bodies and was thankful for the two of us for giving her such a pleasure. She had multiple climaxes giving Matt an utter surprise. He had never before seen a woman who knew to ‘milk’ a cock with her pussy as Aunt Hillary does and also never seen a woman ejaculate love honey the way she did.

Matt was even surprised to know that Aunt Hillary was forty-nine years old and that I was her foot-lover. Matt had never been interested of feet in particular. But he said he loved to get blowjobs. Aunt Hillary very willingly offered to give him a blowjob. She started it as a foot-job to give him a taste of it as well, before taking his cock in her mouth. She finished swallowing Matt’s load of cum while I was busy licking her feet soles. Matt went back home with lots of wonderful memories. He said he was going to tryout foot jobs with his wife once he gets home. He learnt a few tricks of how to pleasure a woman by rubbing her feet from me.

As my exam was nearing I felt more and more confident in facing it. I studied hard every night except for Wednesday nights on which I had sex with Aunt Hillary. I gave Aunt Hillary foot-rubs every day and masturbated almost every night but never neglected my studies.  Aunt Hillary had offered me her study-room because it was more convenient for me to do my course-work. Whenever I stayed late in the nights Aunt Hillary was kind enough to bring me a cup of tea or coffee. She even cheered me up if I looked sleepy by giving me a passionate lip kiss. But she was very careful that I didn’t get distracted form my studies by what ever happened between us.

Though Aunt Hillary didn’t know much about the subjects I studied she always thought me in how to prepare for an exam and how to organize an answer. Her tips in how to manage the time in writing an answer and how to memorize things by preparing effective short-notes were very helpful to me. Her guidance based on her own experience was very helpful for me in building up my confidence. Therefore, that final exam of the management diploma became the easiest exam I ever had faced.

I had to finish submitting my course-work after the written exam was over. So I continued to stay at Aunt Hillary’s place as usual. Aunt Hillary helped me with proof-reading my dissertation. She was a very good tutor in report writing. I told her that she would have been a very good teacher if she had chosen an academic career. She responded by joking; “Ah! Having one student like you is more than enough. Just imagine what would it be if I had a batch full of students like you, who wants to sleep with me every time they get good grades?”

I was not willing to leave Aunt Hillary’s place even after my submissions were over. So I suggested to my parents that I should also follow a computer course that the institute offers, because the future of the business field was rapidly getting computerized by the time. But my father was insisting that I return home and take over some of the management work at the Estate office. My mother also thought that Father was tiring himself too much and that it was high-time that I came home and helped him.

I was in a real dilemma. The arguments my parents brought were true and reasonable but I was too attached to Aunt Hillary to leave her. Aunt Hillary came-up with a good solution. She suggested that I take-up a weekend computer diploma course. That way I could visit Aunt Hillary every weekend and even attend the FKC society monthly events. Somewhat reluctantly my parents agreed to this arrangement.

My results were out in mid-October 1993 and I had passed with a distinction being the batch-top. My parents were very happy. Even happier was Aunt Hillary. I too was very proud of my achievement.

The 26^th October 1993, which was Aunt Hillary’s 50^th Birthday fell on a Tuesday. She had planned to spend that day at a Children’s Orphanage. She invited me and mother to join her. Mother said she was sorry she wouldn’t be able to join us but asked me to stay over and help Aunt with the program, as I anyway was at Aunt Hillary’s place during the weekend. On Monday we got busy making arrangements for the following day.

The orphanage was at Gampaha and had girls from the ages of five to fifteen. Most of the kids had gone to school when we went there around ten O’clock. We helped prepare their lunch and ate with them when they returned from school. After lunch Aunt Hillary distributed presents to the children and we planted a mango tree in the orphanage garden in memory of our visit. The kids got cakes and sweets for evening tea as a special treat from Aunt Hillary.

She had also organized a tea-party at a small restaurant for her friends. We drove straight to the restaurant from the orphanage. Most of the working crowd dropped-into the party after work. A birthday cake was cut and snacks and beverages were served to the guests.

“I really feel like life begins at the age of fifty” I heard Aunt Hillary telling one of her friends.

“Cross my heart! You seem to be getting younger by the day darling. God Bless You!” her friend replied. Aunt Hillary was beaming with happiness.

After all the guest had left, Aunt Hillary and I decided to have some early dinner at the restaurant before leaving. It was around eight O’clock when we returned home.

“Before whatever is to follow I need a loving foot massage from you the first thing. Have a wash and come soon okay” Aunt Hillary gave me a quick kiss before we parted at the verandah, scanning around to make sure no neighbors were spotting us.

I had a wash and quickly wrapped the birthday gift I had bought for Aunt Hillary. Though I had bought the gift and a silver wrapping paper on the previous day I couldn’t find the time to wrap it in advance. My gift for her was a pair of block heeled mules. The two-inch block-heel of it and the sole of it were both made out of a completely transparent material; almost as clear as glass. Even the instep cover was made out of a flexible transparent sheet. The only color on it was a thin silver line that ran along the borders of it. It remembered me of Cinderella’s glass shoe as I saw it through a shop window. I was lucky they had a pair of size five of it. I wrapped the shoe box and came to the T.V. Lobby where Aunt Hillary was.

Aunt Hillary was seated on the Kubus sofa with her legs stretched and watching TV. She was wearing a Golden color satin chemise and a pair of matching briefs. She had a bowl of dates merged in Bee’s honey on the coffee table beside her. Her feet were placed on a terry-cloth towel which meant that she had already rinsed her feet in warm water. 

I gave her the present and kissed her wishing her a happy birthday again. She kissed me back and opened the present. She loved it and said she had always dreamed of having a ‘Cinderella’ pair like that. I removed the terry-cloth towel and sat on the sofa placing her feet on my lap. She hadn’t bought her foot cream with her. When I offered to go get it from her room she asked me to just rub her feet.

“No need of foot-cream today. You could use some Bee’s honey if you wish” Aunt Hillary said jokingly as she put a seed-less date soaked in Bee’s honey in her mouth.

I massaged both her feet till they became soft and warm. Then I picked a date out of the bowl which was well soaked in Bee’s honey and started to draw circles with it on Aunt Hillary’s foot sole. It left a thin coating of Bee’s honey on her foot soles. She looked down at me and gave a very seductive smile.

“Hmm, a Bee honey’s treat for my feet? Don’t leave my feet sticky with honey, okay? I might get glued on to the floor tiles when I try to walk” she said laughing.

“Don’t you worry my love! I’ll rub this honey in to your skin that it would stay and nourish your feet for a very long time” I replied back with laughter.

As I said, I rubbed the honey off the dates into her skin drawing soft circles on her feet soles. Once the honey in a date was finished I stuck the dried date in between two of her toes and picked a fresh one socked with honey. I had stuck eight such dated between her toes when I finished massaging honey in to her foot soles. Both her feet soles were coated with Bee’s honey.

I seductively started to pick those dates stuck between her toes one by one with my lips and savored them with delight. I also licked cleaned her toes and feet as I did so. Aunt Hillary opened-up her chemise and started to pinch her nipples with her Left hand while putting her Right hand inside her briefs and fingering her pussy. She was moaning with pleasure.

Once I had finished lick-cleaning both her feet and they were free from Bee’s honey I started to kiss up her legs. She then pushed down her briefs and sat straight on the sofa. I pulled down her briefs and removed them off her feet. In the meantime Aunt Hillary got rid of her chemise and became totally naked.

She picked a date with honey seductively and applied the honey on her nipple. She then placed the date in her lips and invited me to get it. I first licked the honey off her nipple and then took the date off her mouth. Our lips sealed in a kiss. She repeated the ritual with her other nipple too.

Then she made me lie on the sofa with my face up. She couched over my face and seductively applied honey on her pussy lips and held a date in between her pussy lips. I licked clean her pussy lips and pulled the date out of her pussy with the tip of my tongue. I ate the date while licking her pussy lips.

Then Aunt Hillary took a date and applied the honey along her butt-crack. She inserted the date into her back-cave. As I tried to lift my head to pick it with my mouth, Aunt Hillary prevented me with her hand and gestured me to keep lying with my mouth open. Then sticking her stomach out, she swayed and lowered her butt over my mouth and dropped the dated straight in to my open mouth; using her but muscles as if in dropping a piece of shit off her tight ass hole. For some reason it made me very existed. I always knew that Aunt Hillary cleans her ass every time she comes to make love to me since we started to do it in the ‘back cave’.

I raised my face up to her ass and licked her butt-crack. She couldn’t resist it anymore when I licked the rim of her ass-hole with the tip of my tongue. She climaxed pumping a load of her love honey. She sealed her pussy lips on my lips giving me all her love juices mixed with Bee’s honey. I gulped them down my throat.

As soon as she finished ejaculating her load she sprung around and sat on my erect penis and rode it wildly. It didn’t take long for me to climax and shoot my load inside her pussy. She greedily started to scoop my cum that was pouring out of her pussy with her fingers and ate it all.

We showered once we returned to Aunt Hillary’s room and had more sex till late in the night. She wore the Cinderella sandals I gifted her on bed and gave me a seductive foot-job. Her feet looked very sexy in them as all the soft wrinkles and sinews of her gorgeous feet were clearly visible and highlighted in those fully transparent shoes.

Friday, the 5^th of November 1993 is one of the saddest days of my life. I was getting ready that afternoon to go to Colombo for the weekend. I was going to see Aunt Hillary after ten days, because my computer class got cancelled the previous week. I had not seen her since the day after her 50^th Birthday.  I left the estate office at around 12.30 pm and came home to have some lunch and leave. My father’s driver Charley came and dropped me home and went back with Father’s lunch, promising me that he would come around 2.00 pm to take me to the Gampola railway station. I was to travel to Colombo by train.

It was not yet 1.30 pm and I had just finished lunch. I heard the car racing up the driveway honking. Then once in the portico, Charley was calling me in a hurry. I was furious because I thought he had come early and now was making a big fuss of me not being ready. I came out yelling at him but quickly realized that something was wrong when I saw Charley’s face.

Father was in the passenger seat of the car holding his chest. He had complained of a chest pain and wanted to be taken to a hospital. Charley had brought him home. I told mom that I would send charley back for her, and for her to get ready with clothes and stuff for father in case he would be hospitalized. I got in the car and instructed Charley to drive to the Pussellawa rural hospital which was the closest for us.

The doctors there took and E.C.G. as soon as Farther was admitted to the hospital and informed me that he is suffering from a serious myocardial attack. They recommended that he needs to be transferred to the Cardiology unit at the Pereadeniya Base Hospital as soon as possible. They were arranging for an Ambulance when Charley came back with mom.

Suddenly father became unconscious and his heart-beat started to drop. The doctors rushed to his bed and tried everything they could. But unfortunately father passed-away around 3.30 pm that afternoon.

Father was only sixty-three years old when he died and it was quite an unexpected shock to us all. His wish had been to finish all his funeral rituals within 48 hours from his death. Therefore his funeral was scheduled for Sunday the 7^th of November 1993.

My sister Rachel and her Husband were unable to come to the funeral within such a short time. Thus mom told them not to bother and come in December; the way they had already planned to come. Aunt Hillary came to stay with us as soon as she had heard the news.  Mom and I were both so upset and shocked that we were unable to think straight or act logically. Aunt Hillary took-over the house-hold management and saw to what needs to be done while consoling me and mother. That couple of days were like a dream for me. It took me some time to over-come that initial shock and get back to my senses.   

By Monday, the day after the funeral most of the relatives who had come for the funeral had left. It was only me, mother and Aunt Hillary left in the house. I visited the Estate office that afternoon and instructed the staffs to carry-out works related to the orders and shipments we were working on.

Mom and Aunt Hillary had got the house and garden cleaned with the help of a couple of laborers while I was away. They both were quite tired and resting on two planter-chairs in the verandah when I returned from the office.  I sat on a chair next to them.

“How’s work at the estate son?” Aunt Hillary asked me.

“Well? Okay I guess. I’m still very confused aunty. I can’t think of what to do. I’m so glad that you’re here to take care of mom. If not for you we would have been so lost” I replied.

“Now Tom, you must be strong. You are the ‘Man of this house’ now. You’ll have to see to the Estate management, the house-hold needs and also look-after your mother from here on. You have that capacity and I know you can do it” Aunt Hillary comforted me.

“And besides, I also want be staying here forever. I wish I could have stayed with you two forever but you know the commitments I have? I’m going to miss the support I got from you in my work for sure. That also worries me a lot. But that can’t be helped. You are now needed here much more than I do. So we must make-up our minds and face life” Aunt Hillary said as if reading through my mind. Though they were honest words I sensed a tone of sorrow in Aunt Hillary’s last few words. She continued back in a cheerful voice.

“I know you’re also very tired today. But you must forgive me for asking this favor from you and agree to do it okay? We were so busy today supervising the cleaning and were on our feet the whole day.  You must like a little good boy give me a foot-rub after dinner okay? Not only me, must you give your mother one too. Her feet are also very sore today. So you’ll have to give us both a foot-rub each” Aunt Hillary said very casually. I looked at mom. She was turning Red with embarrassment.

“No Hill. I’m okay. Besides, Tom also must be very tired today?” mom protested.

“He is never too tired to give a foot-rub. I know that by experience. Now no protesting girl! You get yourself washed before dinner. Then after dinner I’m going to prepare a nice and warm foot-bath for the two of us. Tom would rub our feet after that. That’s settled!” Aunt Hillary said in a stern voice.

“Believe me Madhu. He’s got the best pair of hands that I’ve ever known of when it comes to foot-rubs. You should make use of them once he’s here around the house. There is nothing wrong of a son massaging his mother’s feet. Besides, you needn’t go bragging about it nor do it in front of others?” I heard Aunt Hillary saying to mom once I walked out to car to get some documents I forgot in the car. Then Aunt Hillary said to me again;

“Tom your mother is not like me. She would never ask you to massage her feet no matter how sore they would be. So you’ll have to forcefully give her a foot-rub whenever you think she needs one, okay? I’ll call and check whether you are taking care of her well from time to time” Aunt Hillary said with a chuckle.

“Okay aunty” I said too embarrassed to look directly at mom’s face.

That evening after dinner Aunt Hillary prepared a foot-bath for mom and made her dip her feet in a basin filled with warm salt water. I was watching news on the television. Once Aunt Hillary thought it was enough rinsing mom’s feet, she dried them with a towel and placed them on the foot-rest. Mother was seated on a recliner chair in the inner hall.

“Tom. Could you spare a minute darling?” is all what Aunt Hillary said. I obediently came and sat on the stool that was placed in front of the foot-rest. Mom didn’t protest. She actually had no time to protest. I started to massage her feet. Surprisingly, I didn’t feel sexually excited when I put my hands on mom’s feet.  Instead I felt dutiful and obliged in giving mom a foot-rub. Mom’s feet were different from Aunt Hillary’s feet. They were mostly same in size but darker in complexion. Especially the insteps of mom were dark brown and her feet soles were pale white. The texture of her skin was not as soft as Aunt Hillary’s at the beginning; probably due to not having given as much attention they should have been giving to her feet.  But from that day onwards I noticed that mom paid much more attention to her feet and that they became soft and prettier as time went on.

Since that night I have given my mother foot-rubs several times until she passed away. Even besides my strong foot fetish I never crossed the line with her. I always had that dutiful feeling when grubbing mom’s feet and mom seemed to consider been honored through what I did for her. It remained a sweet little secret only between us and Aunt Hillary, until I met my wife to be; Amanda. I think both mom and I enjoyed a certain pleasure out of it though we never spoke about it openly.

Mom closed her eyes and lay back as soon as I started massaging her feet on that first night. She had a faint smile on her face which meant she was comfortable. Aunt Hillary mean while rinsing her own feet was talking non-stop about her suggestions in how things around the house could and should be improved. She explained how a small pantry unit could be introduced between the dining area and old kitchen and how attach-bathrooms could be introduced to the existing bedrooms. She also suggested ways how the living room could be made more opened-up by a few simple modifications. Our House was build some years back and needed such renovations and we had never thought of improving it that way, until Aunt Hillary pointed out it.

Aunt Hillary never brought-up the subject of me massaging mom’s feet at that moment. She was very careful not to even make any comments about it because she understood that it would made both mom and me uncomfortable. On the other hand her chatting about house improvements was very helpful for us, as both mother and I also came up with our own views and comments, admiring Aunt Hillary’s suggestions.

Mom excused us and went to her room as soon as I finished massaging her feet. “Thank you darling. That was wonderful” mom said running her fingers through my hair. Then she turned towards Aunt Hillary and said; “You were right Hilly, he is a real professional. Good Night Darlings”.

My foot-rub given to Aunt Hillary was a bit more erotic and we spent some time in the hallway cuddled to each other in the dark before parting to our rooms.