A FOOT CRANK’S CONFESSION - Part 30 of 37

 

CHAPTER TWENTY NINE:

Following my father’s funeral I was not able to go to Colombo for a long time. My computer course got disrupted so much that I had to call them and get myself enrolled for the next batch. But I never got the chance to continue it.

I did miss the company of Aunt Hillary and all the sexual adventures I had with her. But I was fully occupied during the weekdays and even on most weekends with the estate’s work, that I didn’t get a chance to even call Aunt Hillary during the day. I got a Telecom technician to install an extension line of our home phone to my room, so that I could call Aunt Hillary late in the night. Mobile phones were not that common during that time and we had very low signal coverage in the Estate, that I was not much interested in buying one. Calling Aunt Hillary late in the night was the only relief I had during those days.

I did go to Colombo a couple of times within the first few months following dad’s death, to attend meetings at the Tea Export Board of Sri Lanka. But I only got to drop-in at Aunt Hillary’s place for casual visits on such occasions. Once mom also came with me and spent the day with Aunty while I went for the meeting. Thus I never got to stay at Aunt Hillary’s overnight. The first chance I got was on the 18^th of December, 1993.

There were two reasons for me to come to Colombo that Saturday. One was the FKC society annual dinner dance. The other was to pick my sister Rachel and her family from the airport on Sunday. Their flight was scheduled to land at Katunayake BI Airport on Sunday at 18.30 hours local time. They were to return back to Canada in two weeks. So I promised I would be at the airport to collect them. That justified in me attending the dinner party so soon after dad’s death, and also gave me the chance to stay overnight at Aunt Hillary’s place.

Aunt Hillary was ending her term as the president of the FKC society that year. So she had a bit of organizing work of the party to do. I came early on Saturday with the intention of helping her a bit. I accompanied her to the party that evening. As usual she looked stunning that evening in a silver color figure hugging frock with a thigh high slit on a side. She wore a pair of silver strapped high heeled sandals. Her hair was tied back in a pony-tail. The party went well. Some were sad that Aunt Hillary was stepping down from the post of presidency, but Aunt Hillary was not. She was very happy with the works she had completed. It was almost mid night when we returned home after the party.

Both Aunt Hillary and I didn’t have drinks at the party that night. Aunt Hillary because she was responsible to see that there wouldn’t be any shortages until the party was over and I because had the responsibility of driving Aunt back home. So we had a drink as soon as we got home and had sex even though we were pretty tired. We slept naked in the living room sofa where we had sex with the lights still on.

The next day too we cuddled to each other and spent as much time together as possible. Aunt Hillary had a tear in her eye when I was about to leave, heading to the airport. I also felt my heart was very heavy to leave the warmth of her.

My sister’s flight arrived on time. Rachel and her husband Ravi was having a second baby by then. The eldest of them Tharu; the girl who we had seen a couple of times was four years old by then, and her brother Manu whom we were seen for the first time was a toddler of just under one year old. They were all exhausted and tired of the long flight. Rachel hugged me and wept remembering dad.  She was so sorry that dad never got to meet his grandson.

We had to hire an airport taxi also because the trunk of my car was not enough for their luggage. Rachel and the kids got into my car while Ravi got into the taxi. It was almost mid-night when we got home.

The next two weeks flew in a flash. Tharu was running around the house and the sorrowfulness that had filled the house with father’s death disappeared gradually. Dad was actually never physically home most of the time. So his absence was mostly felt in the evenings, especially at the dinner table. It was nice to see mom getting into a joyful mood again and playing with the kids.

Christmas celebrations were kept simple and silent. It was only the family members at the table. I did invite Aunt Hillary to join us for Christmas but she said she wouldn’t be able to make it because of Aunt Demi, Harry and Diane has suddenly decided to pay her a visit in January’ and Aunt Hillary had to fix something’s in the house before they came.  I got no chance of speaking to Aunt leisurely and re-inviting her after that.

Rachel had bought and packed Christmas gifts well in advance even before father had died, as they had been planning to visit home for Christmas since sometime. So she had even bought a shirt for dad. She said I could have it with tears in her eyes. I felt that Rachel looked more matured than her age of Twenty-eight years.

Rachel’s return flight was on January 01^st early morning. I promised Aunt Hillary that I would come and help her with the repair works of her house after dropping Rachel at the airport. But unfortunately I had to return back to the Estate the same day. I asked Aunt Hillary to come and spend a few days in our Estate with her kin when they visited. But Aunt Hillary said that they are on a tight schedule and would not have time for that. I was longing of meeting Aunt Demi, Harry and Diane; but could not make it. I became pretty busy during that month of January.

In the mean time I started to modify and renovate our house in the Estate. Mom too thought it was high time the house was renovated; especially after Aunt Hillary’s suggestions and seen the difficulties and shortcomings that Rachel and the kids faced during their short stay at our house.

The institute had informed that the Certificate Awarding Ceremony of my Business Management Diploma course was scheduled to be held on the 30^th April 1994 at the BMICH. They had informed that each student could name only two family members as invitees. Mom had asked Aunt Hillary whether she would like to join her for the ceremony. Aunt Hillary had being more than happy to accept the invitation and had wanted us to come and spend a couple of days with her. She had told mom she needs to talk about “something very important” which she preferred to say face to face rather than on the phone. Aunt refused to say what it was even when I asked her about what it was later that night. All she said was that she was planning to come-up to our place to tell it, if we were not supposed to be coming to Colombo.

Mom and I drove to Colombo on Friday evening; the day before of the award ceremony was. We kept Charley to look-after the house because the modification and repair works were still going on. Aunt Hillary said she would wait for us to have dinner, and to come straight to her place. As it was late in the night we decided to go to bed as soon as we finished dinner. Mom as usual was to stay in Aunt Hillary’s room and me in my usual Veranda-room.

“Honey, sorry I’ve used your room as a store-room when Demi and them were here. I did clean it a bit this afternoon and replaced the beddings and all, but pardon me if I have still left any of my stuff in there okay?” Aunt Hillary winked at me turning her back on mom as I was to leave to my room. There was nothing much inside the room except a shoe-rack with her recently worn high heel sandals and a laundry basket with a lid. The laundry basket had a few panties and bras she had recently used.

The next day mom and Aunt Hillary got themselves busy preparing to go to the function. They went shopping and to the beautician while I went on my own to meet a few friends and buy a few things I needed. Both mom and Aunt Hillary wore Black because of the death of dad but were very stunning and stylish as always. I was so proud to escort two such beautiful ladies to the function. 

That evening after dinner at home I gave both the ladies a decent foot massages each as they both had being in high heel sandals most of the afternoon. It was during that session that Aunt Hillary started to reveal her future plans.

Aunt Hillary said that it was now unbearable for her to stay in her house all alone. She said it was even worse that the days after when her son Harry went to Australia. It was heart breaking to hear that Aunt Hillary had finally decided to sell all her property and migrate to Australia.

“This is a decision I wanted to take a couple of years back. But with Tom coming to stay here I had a purpose to stay. I’m glad I stayed actually. Tom has made us very proud and happy. I was so happy today to be at the function and witness your success son” Aunt Hillary explained looking at me and mom from time to time. “Now I feel that I have given all the support that I could have given him in his development. Now you must walk your path alone my son. That made it very easy for me to make-up my mind to take this decision” she paused for a moment.

“The long term commitments I have are all involved with the FKC society’s work. I have informed them that I would be resigning from it with effect from the end of May. I have already handed-over most of the documents and stuff that were in my possession to Michelle. I would be giving my farewell party to the society members on the 14^th May. Wish you two also could come for it. It’ll be a big help for me. Tom was one of the best supporters I had in a long time. I wouldn’t have had half of the success as president of the society if Tom was not around to help me Madhu” Aunt Hillary said almost to herself first and ended looking at mom.

“Never mind me; you get down Tom to help you during that weekend. I’m sure you will be able to settle things at the Estate and free the weekend know son? I can be some help in the estate office at the meantime if you tell me what should be done” mom said looking at me.

“That would be wonderful! And by the way Tom, I wanted to tell you this earlier also. Why don’t you try getting your mother involved in the Estate work? I’m sure it’ll ease some of the pressure off your shoulders, as well as give Madhu a chance to overcome her loneliness too. She’s very good in managing things. I know that by experience” Aunt Hillary said cheerfully. My father had never got mom involved in the management of the Estate as far as I knew. Mom too never showed any interest in it as far as I could recall. Therefore I too just took it for granted that mom merely belonged in the house and I was to take care of the Estate alone. It was only after the discussion that night that I invited mom to come to office with me and we started to work together.

Mom soon proved that Aunt Hillary was dead right about her management abilities. Over time she won many tough negotiations in our favor through her charming politeness and wits.  She took her role at office seriously and even changed her outward appearance in order to present herself as a totally different personality at office. She dressed well and attractively either in sari or slacks to suit the given occasion. I thought she looked even sexier than ever sometimes. Mom became my closest and most trusted business partner in the times to come.

“The problem now I’m having is about selling the house and other properties of mine. Properties in the sense, I only have some company shares other than this house. My cousin David promised to continue in managing my shares for me. He says I could even monitor them from abroad now through the internet. Hopefully I’ll learn about it in future” Aunt Hillary said laughingly.

“I could leave the task of selling the house to him too. But I don’t want to bother him so much. So I decided to put a paper advertisement. Already I have got some good offers. They are willing to buy the house even immediately so that they could occupy it from the following month. As you see, the house is fully renovated and ready to be occupied. The only problem is that I need a place to stay for a month or two from June onwards till I finalize my documentation works. My first option was to stay in a hotel. But for how long I would have to stay I don’t know. David also offered to keep me but I do not like it very much. I’d be very uncomfortable there with the kind lifestyle they are used to be living. So I was wondering whether you could keep me with you during that time” Aunt Hillary asked with tears in her eyes.

“Of cause you mad girl! You never even have to ask for that. You’re always welcomed at our house. Besides, apart from the changes you suggested, Tom is also getting a new visitor room built with an attached bathroom. All that will be completed before June. We’ll be glad if you become the first occupier of that new room. Isn’t it so Tom?” mom was truly happy to hear Aunt Hillary would spend her last days in the country with us tough she was sorry to hear she was migrating.

I did visit her house on the weekend she threw a farewell party to the FKC members. It was a grand party just like the year-end dinner dance party of the society. Just as we did at the year-end party, Aunt Hillary and I kept our celebrations to be done after returning home. As we had the whole Sunday morning free, Aunt Hillary and I started sorting and packing her stuff in to boxes so that it would be easy for her to decide what to  be taking and what not.

“Demi’s apartment in Sydney is quite small. So I’ll have to limit things I take with me. We plan to move into a place more spacious in future but for the time being I’ll have to manage it with what we’ve got. I’m sorry I’ll have to leave most of Bill’s collections of books, tapes and stuff. You can choose whatever you want and take with you. The rest I’ll just give away to anyone interested. The buyer of the house agreed to value the furniture items and buy them as well. So I need not worry about that. I thought of collecting all usable clothes and giving them to poor families in the neighborhood. What do you think?” she asked me.

“You can give your old panties to a ‘poor’ man I know of. He would appreciate them a lot” I joked. She playfully hit me with a cushion she had nearby.

“You-Bastard! Sure, Sure!! Tell your “poor friend” that they are in high demand now-a-days. I’m sure men would wait in queues if I put them on sale” we both laughed. We had an oral sex session after lunch and showered together. I left Aunt Hillary’s house around five O’clock in the evening because I was essentially needed at the Estate the next morning.

I came back on the 29^th of May to pick up Aunt Hillary and take her to the Estate.

. Aunt Hillary had sold her car and minimized her belongings to two travelling bags and a few small cardboard boxes. She had shipped some of her stuff to Australia in advance so that her sister Demi could collect them.

I packed her things in to the trunk and placed the boxes on the back seat. We had to wait a while till the new owner came to collect the house keys. They had completed the transactions in the presence of their lawyers a few days ago. Now it was just only a matter of formality of handing over the keys. I waited near the car until Aunt Hillary said her good-byes to her house and came out. She had tears in her eyes. She obviously was in a sad mood and I let her be. I drove in silence and reached home for lunch.

Aunt Hillary was given the new ‘visitor room’ that was just completed. It too had an attached bathroom and was connected to my room through an external rear verandah space. I got it built for my friends who visited me from Colombo. The rear verandah space that linked the two rooms was actually a very private space, almost a decking surrounded by thick vegetation below. I created that space to have a drink in the evenings with my friends who stayed over-night. Though mom knew that I took drinks, I was never bold enough to drink at home in front of mother except of cause at parties, where we all consumed a small amount of wine.

Aunt Hillary got herself busy during the day decorating the house and landscaping the garden. She had an innate ability for such work. Our house-maid and gardener were fully occupied during the time Aunt Hillary was with us but they all loved her because of her kindness.

Aunt Hillary had brought with her a box full of ornaments and two rare paintings she had in her house. Also she had brought plants and saplings of the various trees she had grown in her garden and planted them in our garden. Mom even once invited her to come and advise her on how to improve the interior of our office environment, because mom was so impressed of the transformation Aunt Hillary had done with the house.

Mom was also relieved when Aunt Hillary was around because she had nothing to worry about at the kitchen department. Aunt Hillary supervised all that to the point that meals were served at the table on time.  She also made it a routine that I gave the two ladies foot rubs once the dinner table was cleared and the kitchen door was locked, making sure we wouldn’t be interrupted by the maids.

The foot massaging session became quite routine, simple and innocent. The main focus during that half an hour was the news on television. There were always very interesting political new coming up on a daily basis during that time. After it was over we said our good-nights and went to our rooms. Aunt Hillary and I then sneaked into the rear verandah behind our rooms, cuddled-up on the bench placed in it with our legs stretched on the coffee table. We stayed in the dark with only the floor illuminated by a step-light. We chattered for hours about our past adventures and often made love before going to sleep.

On one such night I told Aunt Hillary that I desperately wanted to spend a day with her and that I’ll try and sneak in home during the day. She said it was too risky and advised me not to do anything of that sort. She promised me instead that she would think of a way so that we could find some time together.

The next evening Aunt Hillary told mother that she needed to go to Colombo on that Friday. She said that her cousin had called and wanted her to come and sign some documents related to her shares. She said she also had to go to her travel agent’s office and check with the embassy. She asked whether she could borrow the car for a day.

“Of cause Hilly, if you can manage it with Charley it’s not a problem at all. The only thing is he is not very familiar with the roads in Colombo” mom said.

“That’s okay Madhu. I wish Tom would have being free on Friday. Then I could have finished my work quickly by sending him around while I attending the most essential matters that I needed to attend in person. Never mind the time. I’ll manage it with Charley” Aunt Hillary said.

 “We don’t have any important meetings this Friday, isn’t son? And we don’t have any urgent shipments scheduled for this weekend either. So why don’t you drive down Aunt Hillary to Colombo in the car on Friday. You leave Charley and the jeep for me. I think that’s the best solution” mom said. By then I had bought my second-hand Land-Rover jeep. I used it to drive around the estate and had given Charley and the car solely for mom’s use.

Aunt Hillary and I left home around seven-thirty in the morning having some early breakfast. It took us about one and half hours to get to Kegalle because the roads were misty. Aunt Hillary asked me to pull the car over and park it just before the Kegalle town. The Commercial bank branch and the Post Office were nearby to where we parked. Aunt Hillary first went to the bank to withdraw and deposit back some money. Then she went to the post office to register some letters and make a few phone calls. In an hour we were back on the road.

“I deposited money to the travel agent, posted the signed documents to my cousin and called both David and the travel agent. I asked them both not to call me back today as I would be out of the house. I told David that I’m visiting a friend in Colombo and that I’ll drop in only if I have the time. So? My work in Colombo is actually over now.” Aunt Hillary said smilingly while briskly clapping her hands joyfully.

“Then where are we heading now?” I asked confused.

“Drive-on! You said you want to spend some time with me alone, didn’t you?” she asked with a wink. Just as we reached Ambepussa, she pointed out at the board which read “Ambepussa Rest House” and indicated me to pull-over up the road next to it.

The Ambepussa Rest House is a colonial type building located within a forested background. It is a quiet and cozy place despite been next to one of the busiest main roads in the country.

“We would like a room with mini-bar towards the far end of the corridor. My son is too tired to drive-on to Kandy. So we thought of resting for a while before continuing. Place an order for lunch for two and get it delivered to the room around one O’clock please. We hope to check-out around four in the evening when the sun starts to set down. I’ll call if we need anything else” Aunt Hillary told the girl at the reception desk. She explained to me that Uncle Bill and she had often dropped-in at the rest house whenever they passed it going up or down. They had always asked for rooms at the far end of the corridor because there were fewer disturbances in the hallway.

I was so excited I hugged and kissed Aunt Hillary as soon as we were alone in the room.

“Let’s have a shower first” Aunt Hillary suggested. We had not brought any clothes to change. So we simply undressed ourselves and entered the shower naked. The some-what cold water shower we had felt refreshing. We dried ourselves and came to the room wrapping the towels around us.

Aunt Hillary got rid of the towel and jumped on to the bed in her nude. I too followed her. I kissed her naked body from head to toe and licked her foot soles. She turned and pulled me by my waist closer to her. She put her mouth on my erect penis. I lurched myself and managed to place my mouth over her pussy lips. We licked and sucked each other till we climaxed. Then we greedily licked each other’s love juices until our genitals were clean again. We cuddled on the bed and relaxed with two cool beers from the mini-bar.

“You know what Aunty? I think I’m going to stay single for the rest of my life” I told her.

“Are you mad? Why?” she asked me.

“Because I’m sure I’ll never find someone like you to marry.  You are so full of love and understand my needs. Just think what would the odds be that I would ever find a girl like you?” I asked taking her hand in me.

“Well? You are somewhat a different character considering your desires all right” she paused thoughtfully selecting her words. “But look at it this way. Just see how things have turned out your way during the past two-three years. Your mother after so many years calling me one evening and asking me to keep you for a few days at my house, though I must admit that I did wish you would agree to stay on. By instincts I knew you were my type” she squeezed my hand.

“Then we starting this bizarre relationship; even though it is true that we are a couple perfectly compatible with each other in desire, our age difference and relationships conditions are bizarre you’d agree? Despite all that risk taken we both enjoyed it and benefited off it.  In the meantime you’ve excelled in your studies and now doing well in your business. It is true that the death of your father is a loss on your part, but even it I think has turned out for the betterment of you. Your mother now is very supportive to you and you two have built-up a good team together. I’m really happy to see your mother working closely with you Tom. Really happy!” she had a pleasant smile on her face.

“So what are the odds you think are that a ‘special” guy like you would be getting all the lucky chances and achievements that you have got?” she asked me wagging her index finger. “You are an extremely lucky boy my son. Extremely lucky because you were lucky to get some rare chances and also was lucky enough to have the cleverness and determination to make the maximum out of what you got. That is very odd and you’re that very lucky odd one. So trust me, you’ll one day find the right partner of your life. I’m sure she’ll even be better than me” Aunt Hillary said kissing my cheek lovingly.

“I’m not sure. I’ll be missing you a lot aunty” I said.

“Me too love. I’ll be missing you a lot too son. It is true that I once also wanted to migrate soon after Harry left. But this time with you not around the loneliness was unbearable. Now that I’m moving in with Demi for good and I’d face new challenges, I’ll find ways to overcome the pain. But every night when I’ll be alone with myself, I’ll sure miss the presence of you for a while” she said pressing her head on my shoulder.

“Now I’m fifty years old, turning fifty one this year. I shouldn’t be fantasizing of finding lovers. But you have made old me addictive to sexual adventure lately. So don’t be surprised if you hear that I’ve gone crazy and hunting after handsome young men in Australia” she giggled. There was a knock on our room door. I quickly jumped out of bed and wore the towel, and put on my shirt over it. Aunt Hillary crept into the coverlet and pretended to be asleep. I picked-up the newspaper which was lying on the chair next to the bed and opened the door at the third knock. It was a waiter with our lunch trolley. We didn’t realize it was already One O’clock.

“Sorry, I had fallen asleep while reading the paper and didn’t hear you knock” I said apologetically.

“No problem sir” he said pushing the trolley in. “Would you need anything else sir?” he asked.

“No thanks. I’ll call if my mom needs anything after she wakes-up from her nap. Thanks again” I said nodding my head towards the bed. The waiter left closing the door as he went. We both had a good laugh before we had our lunch.

“Fuck me hard till I scream for one last time darling. We can’t do it on that bench behind our rooms. Your mother would get alarmed if I scream there” Aunt Hillary said around three O’clock, before we were to shower and get dressed. I fucked her like mad licking the soles of her beautiful feet. She lay at the edge of the bed with her legs in the air and I fucked standing in between her legs. She climaxed screaming first and then I followed. Our love juices mixed within her pussy and dripped out. I licked and swallowed them first; then sucked and collected them in my mouth and fed them to her in a lip kiss.