CHAPTER
THIRTY FOUR:
The last E-mail I received from Aunt Hillary was
sent to me on 23rd of December 2004 from Thailand. She, Aunt Demi,
Harry, Diane and the kids had come to Thailand as Harry and Diane has had to
attend a conference in Thailand. They had decided to turn it into a Christmas
vacation. Harry and Diane’s three-day conference had ended on the 22nd.
Aunt Hillary and Aunt Demi had been looking after the kids for those three
days. On that 23rd Aunt Demi had gone shopping with the rest. Aunt
Hillary had gone to the beach ‘seeking some adventure’. She had mentioned in
her previous mail that she had met a beach boy who gave her a soothing foot
massage on the previous day and wished go find him again; to get her feet
rubbed more leisurely.
The mail I received on the 23rd was after
she had got her feet rubbed. She had convinced the boy to come to her cabana
and massage her feet. Finally she had ended-up giving the guy a foot-job. She
had attached a photo of her feet wrapped around the erected penis of the boy as
proof.
The day after Christmas in 2004 was an unforgettable
one. On the 26th of December 2004 morning I was watching a cricket
match on TV when I heard about the tsunami. It was the first time we in Sri
Lanka experienced a tsunami. About thirty thousand lives were lost in Sri Lanka
alone, while the Global death-toll of it was more than Two-hundred and twenty
five thousand.
It became an incident that all the faith we had in
Science and technology were brought into questioning. The belief we had that
technology was smarter that nature and that we had conquered nature was proven
wrong on that day. The notion of that we were safe if we had enough money was turned
into an illusion in a flash by the tsunami. Though we in Pussellawa were not directly
affected by it at all, we all were left in shock after seen the world-wide impact
of it on television. We were thrown off our normal moods and modes of work for
a few days. It was only after a few days Amanda reminded me to check on Aunt
Hillary. I kept on trying her numbers and leaving so many messages but never
got any reply from her.
Finally, Harry called me about a month after the
tsunami and gave me the sad news.
On that 26th of December 2004, Aunt
Hillary and the rest of her family had been in Phan-Nga beach in Thailand.
Harry and Diane have planned to go on a hike in the nearby mountain range with
the kids. Aunt Hillary and Aunt Demi had said they would prefer to stay in the
beach. The tsunami had hit in to the Phan-Nga shores mercilessly killing more
than four-thousand people. Aunt Hillary’s and Aunt Demi’s bodies had never been
recovered.
Aunt Hillary had left an envelope with my name and
contact information on it. Harry had found it when they were clearing the stuff
at their Byron Bay house. The envelope contained nothing much but a few group
photos taken of us during FKC society programs. Aunt Hillary I’m sure would
have deliberately left that envelope so that someone would contact me in an
unexpected situation such as that happened. She was very good at fore-seen
things.
We consoled Harry and Diane as much as possible.
Aunt Hillary’s Cousin Uncle David had flown and helped Harry and Diane as soon
as he got the news. Mom and Amanda were also very upset after hearing the news.
We felt it as if it was a family funeral. I enlarged and framed a photo of Aunt
Hillary and hung it in the hallway of our old home. Once when my daughter was
about ten years old, a classmate of her who visited us had asked Hiruni whose
photo it was. She just casually said; “Oh! It’s Grandma Hillary’s. She had been
my daddy’s Sex-Guru”. I’m sure she didn’t know who a ‘sex-guru’ was at that
time. It would have been an introduction given by Amanda. Anyway the kids knew
that ‘Grandma Hillary’ was someone special to us all.
My mom passed away in 2008 also of a heart-attack
just like my father. The only difference is that she died very peacefully while
in her sleep on one Sunday evening, after I had treated her feet with a foot
massage and Amanda had brushed her hair. As her wishes we finished all the
funeral rituals too within forty-eight hours. Again Rachel was unable to make
it to the funeral but she came as soon as possible alone, and stayed with us
for a week or so. She participated in the seventh-day alms-giving rituals given
in memory of mom.
Though we had built a natural pool by damming the
stream that ran across the estate in 2001, it was in 2008 that we started to
build our new house adjacent to it. By then the poll was surrounded by a thick
forest planted by Amanda since 2001. She with the help of Aunt Janet grew the
forest so well and so quickly through a careful selection of fast-growing
native plant species and the use of other special techniques. I had to fence
that area to prevent wild bores coming and disturbing the landscape. By 2005
the forest had grown thick enough giving us adequate privacy to have nude baths
in it, without worrying of anyone would accidently see us or be spying on us.
Most of the security concerns we had ended in
mid-2009 as the thirty year civil war that took place in the country ended.
Therefore it was only an issue of having adequate privacy that we expected from
the live-fence around our house and around the forest patch thereafter.
Amanda left space for the house to be built with a
plan in mind and grew some trees so that they could later be incorporated into
court-yards of the house. The trees planted adjacent to the house plot are
mostly butterfly host plants and native fruit plants that attracted birds. I
was not aware by then that different Butterfly species had different host
plants unique to them; that the female butterflies only lay eggs on or around
their specific host plants. It became one of my hobbies later to observe how the
larva produced by the eggs later fed on the leaves of its host plant and built
cocoons before getting transformed into adult butterflies. Amanda and Aunt Janet
knew the exact host plant species that attracted a few rare Butterfly species
and grew them in our garden. It took about five years for some of those
Butterflies to get used to coming and laying eggs. When we started to build our
new house, the Butterfly garden was already functioning. We are lucky to see a
number of beautiful butterflies still freely roaming in our garden.
Our new house has three bed rooms with attach
bathrooms and are all enclosed with private court-yards secured with pergolas
above. All four wash rooms in the house are also having open to sky areas. The
living room, dining area and pantry all are opened to a spacious indoor-garden
roamed by birds and butterflies. At the end of the courtyard screened away from
the living areas is a small dip-pool, very much the size of the pool that was
in Aunt Hillary’s Wattala house. We moved into our new home in 2010 on the day
of our tenth wedding anniversary. The Kids loved the new house because they got
separate room of their own. Aunt Janet opted to stay at our old house. She only
came to stay in our new house when Amanda had to go abroad or go for training
camps at out stations. The first time
Amanda had to go abroad for a seminar she suggested that it was better to ask
her mother to come and take care of the kids and cooking, because we didn’t
keep any servants at our new home.
“See Tom, I know you can manage things on your own.
But I feel better if Amma would come and stay here till I come back” Amanda
suggested the first time she had to go out after moving into our new home.
“Why? Are you afraid that I would go with other
women when you are not around? Okay! May be I could play with your mother’s
feet till you come. Aunt Janet too has beautiful feet you know?” I said
jokingly, to tease her.
“What does that mean? You have rubbed Amma’s feet
many times know? What’s the big deal about it” she asked giving me a playful
stare.
“Well? It was always in the presence my mom or you
that I have given your mom a foot rub. But without you may be I can enjoy it a
bit more?” I teased her.
“Don’t say that you lust for my mother’s feet too.
For heavens’ sake Tom, She is your mother-in-law?” she mockingly.
“Exactly! That’s why she has a traditional duty of
taking care of my needs while you are not at home. Haven’t you heard of that
old tradition called “Beana-rakkinawa’
that used to be practiced in our ancient village culture? “Beana-Rakkinawa” means ‘guarding the son-in-law’. The newly
marrieds have always come to the bride’s mother’s house when the delivery date
was closer. Then the pregnant wife had been given to sleep inside the house
while the husband had slept in the verandah. So to prevent the son-in-law from
roaming around the village searching for women at night, the mother-in-law is
said to have come out and slept with her son-in-law, attending to his sexual
needs. It had been a standard custom in those good old days” I said in a serious
tone.
“Uh! So now you expect my mother to take care of you
till I come back, is that what you mean? Okay, I’ll speak her about it. I’ve
also heard about such a tradition called ‘Eka-gei-kema’;
where the bride of the eldest son of a family could have sex with a maximum of her
husband’s six younger brothers. I wish you had six younger brothers, so that I
could have slept with seven different men; one each on the seven days of the
week as per that tradition” Amanda said with a chuckle. I thought she was only
joking when she said she would tell her mother about this.
Aunt Hillary often took care of the kids and other
things while Amanda was not at home when we were in the old house as well. But
there we had a servant to take care of the cooking. Here, in the new house she
had to do it by herself with the kids and I helping her. We arranged an extra
bed in Hiruni’s room for Aunt Janet to sleep. On the second night after Amanda
had gone, we finished dinner and I did the dishes. Aunt Janet first put Chandra
to sleep and then went with Hiruni to their room. I came to our master bed room
and tried to text Amanda. She was in India and the time difference was not
much. She called me in the evening and asked me to leave a text message before
going to sleep. Then I heard a knock on the room door. It was Aunt Janet wearing
a pair of Light-Blue satin pajamas.
“Hi Tom, wondered if you wouldn’t mind rubbing my
feet a bit for me?” asking she came straight into the room and sat on Amanda’s
side of the bed. Leaning against the head-board, she stretched her legs along
the bed.
“Sure Aunty” I said sitting on the foot-board end of
the bed and starting to rub her feet. Aunt Janet was sixty four years old then.
She was showing obvious signs of aging with grains of her hair turning grey.
She tinted her hair so that her gray hairs were less visible. She was aging
gracefully; still elegant and attractive. She worked out regularly maintaining
her shape and fitness. Her skin was not wrinkled as now at that time but crow’s
feet were forming at the sides of her eyes. Her feet seemed to stay young
forever as she took good care of them; soft and puffy like the feet of a
baby.
“Amanda told me about your foot fetish. And also
about that tradition of ‘guarding the son-in-law’ you had taught her” Aunt
Janet said laughing. I was shocked and froze, removing my hands off her feet.
“Oh! I’m sorry Tom. I didn’t mean to upset you.
Please continue if you don’t feel too uncomfortable doing so” she said with a
very kind tone and smile. I felt shy of my sudden reaction. I composed myself and continued to rub her
feet.
“Actually I knew it even before Amanda told me. Even
your mom knew about it a fair bit. I think Hillary had told Madhu about your
fetish and how she had helped you to cope-up with it. Madhu made me promise
that I would not tell anyone about it. Now I tell you this because both of them
are no more” Aunt Janet paused for a moment before continuing;
“Actually
Tom, I had almost forgotten about it until when Amanda told me last week. I thought that it would have not been a very
serious fetish; a fetish that just ran across your youth and that you would
have overcome it after marriage. You have been giving me foot rubs for almost
ten years now and I have never felt anything wrong with it. You do it very
professionally. You mother and I never felt uncomfortable about it. Besides, it
always was very relieving for us. I’m very glad that you had told all about it
to Amanda well before your marriage was fixed. That shows how honest you are.
Amanda and I were very close to each other. Before marriage she often told me
anything that happened at school or campus; especially about Chichi. But after
marriage she very rightly kept your secrets to herself. Only
day-before-yesterday we had a small chat like back in those old days. It was
then that Amanda jokingly told me that I’m ‘as mother-in-law expected to guard
my son-in-law’ when the daughter is away from home” Aunt Janet giggled before
continuing;
“Well? I’m now a bit too old to guard you as such.
Besides now I’m sure you can find more than enough pornography websites on the
internet to keep you satisfied for a couple of days. I too accidently happen to
go through some while browsing my laptop. Yet, still if I can be any help to
you by allowing you to use my feet in anyway, I’d be most glad to offer it to
you. Please be kind enough to go and close the door darling. The kids were fast
asleep when I came, but let’s make sure they wouldn’t come barging in if they
happen to wake-up” Aunt Janet said in a very calm and soothing tone. I
obediently went and locked the room door and came back and sat on the bed
cross-legged. Aunt Janet lowered herself on the bed and placed her feet on my
lap.
I took Aunt Janet’s Left foot with both my hands and
placed my lips on the soft wrinkled sole of it. First I placed soft kisses all
over it. Then I repeated the same with her Right foot. Aunt Janet was looking
at me smiling. She adjusted herself more comfortably on the bed and gave
occasional moans of pleasure once I started to lick her foot soles and suck her
toes. Soon I was having an erection inside my pajama shorts. Aunt Janet, while
I was licking one of her feet started to caress my bulge with her other foot
giving me a mischievous smile.
“I could relieve that for you if you want?” Aunt
Janet asked me looking at bulge. I felt no shyness anymore. I raised myself a
bit and lowered my shorts, exposing my erect penis. Aunt Janet just wrapped her
feet soles around my shaft and started to give me a foot-job. Her feet, like
Amanda’s were so flexible and easily wraps around anything that it touches. To
my surprise she showed she had a good skill in giving foot-jobs. I never asked
her how she was so good at it. I assumed that she would have acquired the skill
naturally. After a few minutes I ejaculated. I screamed but Aunt Janet didn’t
make any noise. She just held he feet and shielded preventing the cum splashing
away. Then she raised her feet and exhibited her cum coated feet to me.
“Can you please find something and wipe my feet
darling?” she asked. I took a face-towel from the rack and wiped her feet dry.
Then she got off the bed, kissed my forehead saying “Good night darling, Sleep
well” and left the room. Since then, whenever Amanda was not at home for the
night; my mother-in-law came to stay at our house and gave me a foot-job after
I was allowed to kiss and lick her feet. Amanda never asked me about it in
detail. She just asked; “Did Amma take care of you well when I was not around?”
with a puckish smile after returning on that first occasion. I just nodded
‘Yes’ with a shy smile. Thereafter, there were only a few joking remarks about
it.
Aunt Janet is now seventy six years old; looks
younger than her age and still is fit enough to take care of her needs. She
never moved in with us to our new home. She still lives in our old home which
is now converted into a guest house. Aunt Hillary became a permanent guest there.
She was given a special suite with a bed room, attached wash-room, TV lobby,
dining area, a pantry corner and her own enclosed private garden. She has the
facility of preparing a snack or drinks for herself, but the main meals are
provided by the guest house keeper. Amanda and the kid’s drop-in on weekends to
see her and take anything special we prepare at home to her.
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