My Mother May and My Cousin Ben. - Page 6

pyrokinets · #76 04-06-2014, 08:31 PM

My father and uncles met us at the docks. They must have been going crazy with worry. After lots of hugs and kisses, we went back to the chalet to rest. Incredibly, My father and Uncles were the ones to fall asleep. I guess the stress during the past few days must have been overwhelming. I didn’t feel sleepy as I slept on the ferry and I suspected the others were the same as well.

Still, I decided to go lie down on the bed. What caused me to sit up much later was not a noise, but rather, the lack of it. Other than the sound of the crashing waves outside, the chalet was completely silent.

I went out of the bedroom to see what the others were up to. My father and Uncles were napping but my mother, aunts, and Ben weren’t anywhere in the chalet.

I found them at the cafe outside, having tea together at a table. They seem to be having a serious talk with Ben. I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. It would be rather uncouth for me to approach them now, so I decided to let them chastise Ben on their own.

I went back to the chalet to relax.

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“Daniel!”

I opened my eyes. The room’s lights had been switched on and it was killing my eyes. “What?” I asked groggily.

“Where is your mother and aunties?”

It was my father’s voice. He was standing at the door.

“I dunno,” I replied. “What time is it?”

“It’s seven. Time for dinner. Ben also gone.”

“Call them lah.”

“I tried. They all left their phones here. They’ve been gone the whole day.”

The whole day? Wtf? I don’t even remember when I fell asleep. As I sat up my father suddenly sat down on the bed beside me.

“Daniel,” he said in a serious tone.

“Y-y-yes?”

“Did anything happen when you all were stranded on the island?”

Shit. So it has come down to this. I should have known my father would be sharp enough to sense something was amiss.

“Uh... like what?” I asked him back.

“Anything at all. Your mother and Aunties haven’t been acting normally.”

“I uh, dunno.”

“Did they... Did they meet anyone on the island?”

“Huh?”

“Did your mother or aunts get close to any other men when they were there?”

Phew. So close, yet not close enough. “No lah, we kept pretty much to ourselves the whole time,” I answered.

“You sure?”

“Yup. It was just me, Mummy, Ben and Aunty Corina and Florence.”

“Okay, good. I was just worried.”

God, it feels sooo good to not have to lie.

There were voices at the front door. I immediately recognized it as my mother and aunts. My father rose immediately to go meet them. I tagged along closely behind him.

“My God, May!” my father gasped.

My mother smiled at him. She looked like a wreck. Her dress was damp with traces of sand, her hair was disheveled and her face was flushed red. In fact, all of their faces were deeply colored, including Ben's. The stench of alcohol hung about them like a toxic cloud.

My uncles and father rushed to guide them into the living room. It didn’t look like their own legs were up to the task. I did my part and hoisted Ben up on my shoulder. Then I stood there and watch my uncles and father try to talk to their wives, who kept giggling in response.

“May... how much did you drink? I thought you don’t even touch...”

My father’s words were cut off when my mother suddenly kissed him on the lips. I saw his face contort at her breath.

“Walau. They really too far gone liao,” My uncle Peter said.

“Weird. Corina doesn’t drink. She would always complain when I do,” said Uncle Gary. He was clearly very amused seeing his wife this way.

“May doesn’t drink either. What the hell is going on?” My father asked.

Uncle Gary was already helping Aunt Corina towards their room. “Give them a break Steve. They were stranded on the island for days. Must have been traumatizing.”

“Unbelievable,” my father replied as he guided my mother towards their own bedroom. “Ben too?”

“I guess so,” Uncle Peter replied. “Thank God they weren’t arrested.”

When all the drunkards were finally laid out on their respective beds, Uncle Gary summoned the other men to the kitchen. I lingered close of course.

“Eh, this gives me an idea,” Uncle Gary said. “Let’s go buy some booze.”

My father balked at the idea. “What? Why?”

“Eh, we’re at Langkawi lah. Liquor here is duty free. Now that our wives have gone ahead and done it, they can’t complain if we did the same right?”

Uncle Peter laughed. “Sounds good. Come on Steve. I swear, you’re so rigid sometimes. How did you ever score a wife like May?”

Peer pressure prevailed and my father went out the door with his brothers. I tried to put on a hopeful face, but my father shot it down with a stern look of his own. Spoilsports. I don’t see why I shouldn’t have my first drink when Ben has clearly done so.

Having slept the whole afternoon off, I was wide awake with nothing to do. The TV channels they have sucks ass. I went back to my room to find it smelling like alcohol too now that Ben was in his bed. Great, I thought. Just Great.

Seeing Ben sleeping with a smile on his face brought the nagging question at the back of my head to focus. Where the hell did they go the entire afternoon and what did they do?

Put a teenage boy who read one too many hardy boys novels in a chalet with absolutely nothing to do and a mystery hanging tantalizingly before him, and he is bound to put on his detective hat.

“Well, Watson,” I said to my imaginary detective sidekick. “I deduce that they must have been drinking.”

Well duh, Watson said. “Even I could have deduced the same thing.”

“Ah, but the question is where did they do it? The crime scene Watson. It is imperative we find the...”

“They most probably did what your father and uncles are doing right now.”

“That may be so, but...”

“Are you going to stand there arguing with a figment of your imagination or are you going to look for some clues?”

Fucking Watson. He was way more docile in the Sherlock Holmes stories.

I studied Ben from head to toe. Looks like Ben to me.

“You didn’t even search him properly,” Watson nagged.

Scowling, I poked Ben on his chest. He stirred on the bed, giving me a jolt of fright.

“Mmmmm... fuck yeah, Aunty May,” Ben mumbled.

I didn’t know how long I stood there with my mouth hanging open.

“Good job Sherlock. That’s definitely a clue of what went down,” said Watson.

“Shut up Watson!” I hissed into thin air.

I wondered whether I should poke Ben some more. Part of me was afraid he would wake up.

“You know that the other suspects are just lying there on their beds for you to examine for clues right?” Watson asked.

That’s it. I mentally killed Watson, making damn sure he screamed for mercy. But what he said also made a lot of sense. And for some reason, the idea of checking out my Aunts while they were passed out was getting me aroused and hard.

HereToPissOnYou · #77 05-06-2014, 12:05 AM

nice story bro, can't wait for the next installment

matyoyo · #78 05-06-2014, 09:22 AM

Me too......can't wait... continue ....

pyrokinets · #79 05-06-2014, 04:36 PM

Christ, if my heart could beat any harder, I’d have a hole in my chest. The doorknob was hurting my hand as I slowly twisted it around. Then I realized that was because I was holding it in a death grip. Thank God the door parted without a sound. Any sudden noise at this point would have made me shit myself.

It would seem that Uncle Gary did not bother to switch off the lights when he left. Aunt Corina was lying on the bed, still fully dressed. She was wearing tan Khaki shorts and a green empire-waist top which was moderately low cut. Unlike my mother, her clothes weren't wet or soiled with sand.

What now?

I stood there at the door like a dazed idiot for a minute, waiting for the answer to come to my head. God, I miss Watson.

I’m just checking... just checking... I kept telling myself.

Preferring to side with caution, I closed the door behind me and locked it. A moment later I was hovering over Aunt Corina, studying her face. She was definitely a one of a kind beauty. If I didn’t know her better, I might mistake her for an eurasian. My gaze traveled down from her lovely flawless face to her voluptuous chest which was rising and falling with each breath. Ever seen a snake dancing to charm its prey? I was charmed alright, and so was my snake.

Due to their size, her round breasts produced great soft-looking cleavage, even if her top was moderately low cut. It looked like the fabric would rip at any second and her pale round breasts would spring free.

Or maybe not. Maybe they need a little help in their struggle. Maybe I should play a role in their fight for liberation. Clothes can be such oppressive overlords sometimes. I could be the hero here.

Fuck! What the hell am I thinking? Look away Daniel... Look away. You’re suppose to be snooping for clues? Clues to what? I don’t even remember anymore.

My eyes tore away from Aunt Corina’s gorgeous chest only to be snared by her lovely thighs instead. They were curvy and shapely. This was so unlike the skinny chicken legs of so many girls my age in school. Her brownish shorts covered the upper half of her thighs and the color contrasted sharply with the milky whiteness of her skin.

A momentary dizziness reminded me to breathe. I ended panting openly as I gazed down at my Aunt’s body with lust. I am such a dog.

Before I knew it, I was feeling the smooth warm skin of her thigh on my palm. My hand trembled with raw excitement as it slowly slid up and down her leg. My other hand grew jealous without getting any action, so I ended up kneeling on the bed fondling both of her legs.

This didn’t last very long. I was soon hungry for more. I had to stop to consider how to undress her as the attire she had on right now wasn’t exactly easy to remove. It was then I noticed that her chest was rising and falling faster than normal. This lead me to look at her face. Aunt Corina’s eyes were still closed but her mouth now hung slightly open and she was breathing through it.

This wrecked me with a certain degree of panic. Was she getting aroused? How is that possible? She’s supposed to be asleep. Unless...

Oh no.

Was she awake?

I am so fucked.

But if she was awake, why didn’t she try to stop me?

Maybe she is asleep and her reaction is just a purely physical response.

A furious debate waged on in my head on what to make of this. But like any horny teenager, the winner is obvious. It’s like if God put two boys together and told them to debate the fate of the universe, they’d go at it with all the seriousness they can muster until a hottie in a bikini walks past them. Then one of them would be like “Heh... Boobs.” And the other guy would be like, “Nice ass.”

That was what happened to me. All the panic and worries took the back seat in my mind when I felt how soft and supple Aunt Corina’s breasts were. I squeezed them softly over her clothes, while keeping a nervous eye on her face to detect any signs of awakening.

So far so good.

My mind raced to work in overdrive. Lifting her top up would present a problem, but what if...

Action speaks louder than words.

I placed my hands on her shoulders and slipped the cloth off her shoulders. Nice. It worked. In no time I had worked her top down her arms and chest so that her bra was exposed. No wonder she had such gorgeous cleavage. It was a pushup bra. Same deal as before. I slipped the straps down her alluring white shoulders and worked the bra down her chest to her belly, pausing only to take several deep breaths and strain my eyes when those gorgeous breasts popped out free, brandishing their delightfully pink nipples.

Oh my God... Please let heaven be full of these, I prayed.

Then it occurred to me that I had probably lost my ticket to the pearly gates during the past minute. Just as I was about to pray to the devil instead, I got distracted. I mean, my God! These are beautiful breasts! And it just saved me from committing full-on devil-worship.

Somehow a primal instinct overtook me, one that every man has lurking somewhere in their hearts, remnant of the days past when their mother used to nurse them. I closed my mouth over one of her nipples and sucked softly. My heart raced like crazy. I actually had an urge to suck as hard as I can and bite down on her soft breast a little, but I disregarded it in my effort to maintain caution.

I don’t know how long I tenderly mauled my aunt’s sweet breasts one after another, but I finally had to sit up again to catch my breath. Her soft pink tipped breasts were glistening with my saliva. Did I mention I was such a dog?

I realized that Aunt Corina was practically heaving for air herself. Her large breasts seemed almost magical and alive as they rose and sank in rapid succession. I glanced at her face with worry, but her eyes were still closed.

I’m safe... Right?

pyrokinets · #80 06-06-2014, 04:33 PM

A sudden sound made me jump. I was on the bed so it made Aunt Corina’s breasts bounce. God they were gorgeous.

There was the sound again. It took me a moment to deduce what it was. It was the doorknob being turned and rattled. Someone was trying to open the door!

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!

What if my uncles were back? What if it was Uncle Gary outside the door? Shit, I was so busted. I remembered that I had locked the door, but a fat load of good that would do. At best it would buy me five minutes before he starts yelling for Aunt Corina to open the door. My only option was to jump out the window into the shallow sea beneath the chalet. What am I crazy? Who do I think I am? James Bond?

The rattling stopped. I sat there beside Aunt Corina with my heart pounding and adrenaline racing through my veins. My gaze kept alternating between the door and the window. I can’t make up my mind which to head for.

The silence persisted. I couldn’t hear any voices on the other side. Maybe it was my Aunt Florence or Mother who was trying to check on Aunt Corina. Maybe they were sleep walking, fuck, I don’t know.

Door or window, door or window, door or window, door or window or tits. My eyes were already on tits and it wasn’t too eager to look back at door or window. Just a little more. It should be okay. Just a little bit more.

It was the words of a potential drug addict who had just had his first little taste of cocaine.

I wanted more. My gaze wandered down her body and stopped at her khaki shorts. Good thing she wasn’t wearing a belt. Well with hips and an ass like that, she didn’t need one. It just made it less complicated for me.

It took some effort to unbuckle her shorts and pull it down her legs. Those lusciously curved hips didn’t make it easier. Neither did the awe inspiring sight of her milky white thighs. Her cotton panties came down next. I salivated immediately at the sight of her reddish-pink pussy and neatly trimmed patch of soft hair above her deep pink slit. Dog. I’m fucking dog, god help me, panting and drooling at my aunt’s pussy.

Get it? Dog and pussy cat.

Forget it. I make lame jokes when I’m nervous.

Aunt Corina lay before me, nude except for her bra and blouse which were wrapped around her belly and arms. It almost seems like she was tied up and I was preparing to rape her. Oh Daniel, stop acting innocent, I thought. What is this if not rape? You downloaded the entire 30GB of Justin Lee scandal videos and saw what he did. You’re going to jail for this. The only difference is you’re going to a shitty jail because your father ain’t a billionaire.

Unless... my inner conscience added, you walk out that door or jump out that window right this instant, young man!

My trembling fingers dipped between her soft thighs and traced along her pink slit. It felt so hot. One more time, I stroked my fingers feeling them slide slightly into her moist and silky depths.

This is definitely worth half my life in jail, I think. What do I know? I am a hormone infused, pornography addicted, sexually frustrated teenager with a beautiful unconscious woman just lying in front of me. No matter how I look at it, I’m the victim here.

Her legs parted limply as I pushed them. I kissed her soft inner thigh trailing kisses and licks from her knee up towards the holy grail, taking in the exciting musky scent of her sex with the lingering fragrance of her shampoo. all I could hear now is the pounding of my heart in my ears.

She tasted slightly salty, a little metallic, like a very mild version of a hydrating salt drink. I loved it. My thumbs gently parted her slit, baring her pink fleshy insides. I wasn’t thinking anymore. My mind was reduced to a fuzzy haze, recognizing only lust.

I licked deeply. stretching my tongue out my mouth as far as it would go and plunging it into her cunt. Her juices came pouring, and I lapped everything up indiscriminately in a half- crazed manner.

Aunt Corina moaned. I heard it but I couldn't stop. I was in a trance. I felt her fingers combing through my hair and her thighs spread wider. Lick, lick, lick, lick, lick. God my tongue was already sore, but still I can’t stop. The brakes are out the window.

Aunt Corina fingers dug into my scalp and she let out a long throaty moan. In the next instant, I felt her hot juices gush against my tongue and cheeks. I lapped it all up like the eager young puppy that I was.

After awhile, her hands began pushing my head away. I remembered reading something about women being extra sensitive after an orgasm, so I backed off. I sat kneeling between my Aunt’s spread thighs watching stupidly as she panted her pretty head off. She was looking at me through half-opened eyes.

Well, this is it Daniel, I said to myself in my head. It shouldn’t be so bad. I hear they can’t send you to jail until you’re an adult. You’ll go to a youth rehabilitation facility. Make sure you stick to the right friends, do as you’re told, and for god sakes, don’t pick up any soap. If, you’re lucky, you’d probably get shanked less than three times a year and raped in your sleep only once a month. When you finally get released, your family is probably going to hate you. That’s okay. You know a great spot overlooking the highway where you can throw yourself down into traffic. It’ll be fun. Imagine the looks on the frivers when their windshield suddenly get splashed red. Priceless.

“Mmmm... dear, that was great...” Aunt Corina said to me.

Heh, heh, thanks, I thought. I knew getting immersed in porn wasn’t entirely a big waste. At least I...

Wait, What? Did she just call me ‘dear?’

Aunt Corina raised her hands at me a little. “Kiss me... Gary” she whispered huskily.