My Mother May and My Cousin Ben. - Page 8

pyrokinets · #**106** 12-06-2014, 04:18 PM

I awoke to sound of low voices coming from outside the room. Looking around, I saw that Ben was still under the covers in his bed. I slid off the bed and went outside to see what was up.

My mother and aunts were chatting over breakfast at the dining table. It looks like they ordered room service.

“Oh, good morning Daniel,” My Aunt Florence greeted when she saw me.

“Good morning,” I greeted back.

“What you want for breakfast? I help you order,” My mother asked.

“Ummm, why no buffet meh?”

“We missed it already. It’s almost 11 you know?”

“Oh,” I said, glancing at their half eaten food on the table. “Err. Western breakfast lah. Same with you all.”

“Okay,” my mother said.

Aunt Corina looked at me before speaking, “Tell them to add extra eggs and sausages. Daniel needs to have more protein.”

Walau! What’s that supposed to mean? I glanced at Aunt Corina nervously then quickly looked away as I was unable to meet her gaze.

“Good idea,” my mother added. “I liked the sausage.”

“Me too,” Aunt Florence agreed. “Tastes pretty good for something locally made.”

“It’s also bigger than what I can usually find at the supermarket,” said my mother. “Unlike those Ayamas crap, you can really taste the meat in these ones.”

Calm down Daniel, I told myself. You’re just paranoid. You’re just overthinking it. Don’t overthink it. Don’t overthink it. Don’t overthink it.

Dammit, I overthought it. Sausage equals penis.

“Errr,” I said, “I don’t want any sausage. Just eggs is fine.”

My mother and aunts looked surprised. “Are you sure?” My mother asked. “They’re delicio...”

“Yes! I’m sure! No sausages!”

My mother shrugged and got up to get to the phone. “Why don’t you go brush your teeth and change first,” She added.

I waddled away awkwardly.

On the way to the bathroom, I checked the rooms one by one. As I thought, my father and uncles were dead to the world on their beds. They haven’t even changed out of their outfits from yesterday.

Ben was up by the time I returned from freshening up. He ordered lots of sausages. We ate in silence, each lost in our own thoughts as the women continued being sociable in the living room.

This was our last day on the resort. Tomorrow, we will head on home and try to lead normal lives again. But the question of the day is 'what will we spend the last day doing?'

“How about we really relax for a change?” Aunt Florence suggested.

I guess she had a point. There had been nothing but excitement for the past few days. We needed to unwind. So after our late breakfast we went for a long walk, doing nothing more than taking in the scenery and enjoying each other’s company. Ben was predictably trying to cozy up to my mother and Aunt Florence. I saw the two women exchange knowing glances. They probably have a very good idea what was on the cheeky boy’s mind.

To my surprise, my mother came to me and hooked her hand around my elbow. “Come Daniel, escort mummy to the gift shop.” Aunt Florence giggled and came to hold my other arm, “Yes Daniel, a lot of scoundrels around these days,” she said, glancing mischievously at Ben.

Man, did my heart swell as I dutifully did as the two lovely ladies asked. After browsing the store, we went to relax by the pool in the shade. It was only then I realized that Ben and Aunt Corina had not been with us for quite some time.

The familiar sense of foreboding clouded over me.

“Mummy, where’s Aunty Corr?” I asked.

My mother and Aunt Florence took a look around.

“Where’s Ben?” Aunt Florence asked.

I was actually surprised at how vigorously they reacted. My mother grabbed my hand and pulled me along like a little boy again and followed Aunt Florence who lead the way back into the resort. We headed to the last place we visited, the gift shop. Just as we entered the shop someone called out to my mother from behind.

It was my father and my uncles. I felt my mother’s grip tighten around my hand. She and Aunt Florence forced a smile as the men caught up to us.

“Eh? Where is Corina and Ben?” Uncle Gary asked. “We want to go eat liao.”

“W-w-we’re looking for them too,” my mother replied.

We looked around the gift shop. It was a moderately sized store that sold some souvenirs but mostly holiday clothing. At the back of the store, where the changing rooms were, there was a senior man leaning against the wall and peeking around it.

It was the store owner.

He glanced back at my father and uncles who had walked up to him, smiled a lecherous smile, and gave them a thumbs up.

My mother was squeezing the life out of my wrist, but I didn’t notice. I just have a very bad feeling about this. My mother hurried forwards with aunt Florence, pulling me along. The men went ahead first and disappeared around the corner to the changing rooms. When we arrived, my father and uncles were standing outside one particular locked stall.

Something was thumping incessantly against the walls from the inside, causing the cubicle to shake, and there was low urgent voices echoing in the small confines of that space amidst soft whimpers and moans.

“Ben.. Oh Ben... Ben...”

“Aunty Corr! Uh... Uh.... Uh... Your pussy so tight.”

“Ah! Oh God! Ahhh!”