***
“Susan, I just put Andre out!”
“WHATT!!??
“Well, I told you I thought he was fucking around on me!”
“Don’t say another word! I’m on my way! You got any rum?”
“Bitch, you coming to talk or get drunk?” Helen laughed.
“Both and I’m bringing something else for the head!”
Susan unzipped and stepped out of her housecoat. She stood in her bedroom in powder blue boy shorts and matching demi bra. Her gaze travelled slowly over her extensive wardrobe. Her eyes fell on an A line denim dress with roll cuffs. It had four buttons at the top and slits on each side that came to her lower thigh. She took it off the hanger and replaced the hanger in the closet. Susan slipped the dress over her head and wiggled it into place. She turned slowly in front of the mirror. She liked the way this dress moved when she walked. It slid nicely across her hips. Her fingers moved to the four buttons at the collar.
Fuck it, she thought, may as well show the girls off. She eyed her shoe collection. She chose the silver turquoise faux high-heeled sneakers. Susan eyed her toenails critically as she slipped on the shoes. No time to do them. She grabbed her purse off the dresser and turn to leave. She stopped. One more thing, she thought. Susan went back to the wardrobe and felt along the top shelf. Her hand hit the large baggie. She took it, opened her purse and stuffed it in.
Susan walked out of the bedroom, turned, and walked the short distance to the stairs. She felt the air get under the dress and cause it to billow as she trotted down the stairs. She smiled as she thought about the effect that would have on some lucky man who was coming up the stairs as she went down. She paced quickly to the refrigerator. She scrawled a note to her husband, Adam.
Took the car. At Helen’s. You on your own for dinner. Don’t wait up
Luv
Me
Susan grabbed the keys to the Coupe Deville from the hook in the kitchen. She smiled quietly to herself as she beheld its candy apple red glory. Adam had bitched when she said she wanted it. He raised his voice as much as he ever did and shouted that we could not afford it. That night she put a good fucking on him. Hell she even tongue fucked his ass. Two days later, she drove her baby off the showroom floor.
She slid into black leather seats, slid the key into the ignition and marveled at quiet thrum of the engine. She pressed the button on the garage door opener and backed out of the driveway, and put the car in Drive. She paused and with a devilish grin, pulled the hem of her skirt up until her panties could be seen if someone was lucky enough to look in her windshield.
***
The air in Helen’s kitchen was thick with sweetish aroma of reefer. A half-empty fifth of Bacardi Dark set on the circular glass kitchen table. Helen and Susan sat across from each other. Both of their eyes were at half-mast.
“Fuck that tired ass motherfucker,” Susan slurred, “you better off without him!”
“I know, I know, but I still…!” Helen was a slighter smaller version of her sister. She was just as tall and normally about 20 pounds lighter. She wore one of her husband’s tee shirts and a pair of red bikini panties. Her breasts were a full cup size smaller than her older sister at 36D.
She had a catch in her voice. She was not going to cry but the sadness caused her shoulders to droop. That, the rum and the marijuana had her disoriented. Her sister was a fuzzy blur. They had both had more than their limit but still they smoked and drank.
“You should move in with me and Adam”
“No, I can manage here. Besides, your husband don’t need two women in the house”
Helen got unsteadily to her feet. She picked up her glass and her sister’s and tottered carefully to the refrigerator.
Susan watched the soft roll of her sister’s behind as she filled both glasses from the indoor ice dispenser and walked cautiously back to the kitchen table. When they were teenagers, they would sometimes sleep belly to belly, tit to tit with their arms entwined around each other. Their mother had made them stop, saying it was not seemly for two females to sleep like that.
Helen splashed rum in each glass, added cola then flopped heavily into her chair.
“Honey, Adam does what he is told. If you want to move in, pack and we can go now!”
“Susan, we too fucked up to go anywhere,” Helen laughed drunkenly, “come on, and let me get some blankets so you can sleep on the couch!”
“Shit, if that limp dick husband of yours is gone, I can sleep with you like we used to!”
The sisters staggered down the hall, each with a hand on the wall for balance. Helen turned into the bedroom and then struggled to get her tee shirt over her head. Susan tried to help. She grabbed the arms and pulled. Her momentum landed her flat on her ass with her legs spread.
Both women were caught up in a fit of laughter. Helen, her large breasts swinging freely, had tears in her eyes as she pointed at her sister.
“Girl why you wearing those fancy drawers? You getting something on the side?”
“You know I don’t fuck around! But I do love the attention.”
Susan struggled to her feet. She grabbed the hem of her dress and pulled it over her head.
“And ” Susan slurred, “ the bra matches the panties!”
She simulated a runway model’s walk and pirouetted to show her sister the full effect.
Helen staggered to her feet and moved the few steps to her sister. She smacked her sister smartly on the ass.
“OUCH!!” Susan grabbed her ass with both hands and rubbed it vigorously. “Girl, nobody but my man slaps my ass like that and he better be on his knees behind me!”
Susan reached out, grabbed Helen’s nipple, and twisted. Helen pushed Susan’s hand away and cupped her sore nipple.
“Bitch that hurt!”
Helen tried to grab Susan’s nipple and only succeeded in pulling her bra off.
“Gawddamit, Helen you broke the clasp on my bra!”
Susan swayed drunkenly as she let the bra straps slide off her shoulder. She brought the bra close to her face to expect the clasp. While she was doing her inspection, Helen reached for her nipple again. Susan pushed her hand away and then pushed Helen back on the bed.
Susan jumped on the bed and straddled her sister. She grabbed her hands and forced them above her head. Susan was the stronger of the two. Despite Helen’s best efforts, she knew she was pinned.
“What now, Susan, “you done turned dyke and you gona fuck me?’
Susan rolled off her sister and onto her back. They were both breathing heavily.
“You wish! Unless you done grew a dick, we are done gambling!”
They both roared with laughter.
Susan turned on her side to face her sister.
“Look, Pumpkin, I am here for you! I have always and will always be here for you!”
Helen turned on her side and gently kissed her sister on the lips. Their tongues touched. They were close. They were the only girls in a family of five boys. They were used to taking care of each other.
“Thank you baby, I know it!”
Briskly, she turned her back to her sister
“Now, let’s get some sleep!”
Susan scooted close to Helen, pressing her body against her. She draped one hand over her, cupped her breast and went to sleep.
It was two weeks later that Helen called Susan to announce she was pregnant.
“What!!!,” Susan intoned, “you what?”
“Pregnant, god damn it, I’m pregnant!”
Helen’s voice broke as the weight of her separation from her husband and the unexpected pregnancy weighed on her.
“I thought Old Limp Dick didn’t have enough juice to knock you up!”
“Don’t you be calling him limp dick! He had some nice meat. He just didn’t have ‘nough swimmers to get the job done!”
“So what did you do? Recruit someone else to the swimmer team?”
“No, slut,” Helen said angrily, “I guess we just got lucky!”
“Girl, you don’t need that kind of luck! So what are you going to do? You going to tell Andre?”
“No, I put him out because he kept dipping his wick in strange pussy! Ain’t no reason to expect any different if I let his tired ass back in. No, I’ll do this by myself!”
“Bullshit! You know I’m here for you!”
***
Susan took the exit for Highway 9.
“Mom, where are we going?”
“We going to run by and check up on Helen. See if she need anything. She big as blimp! I told her she could get a job floating over football games with electric messages on her fat ass!”
“Mom! You shouldn’t talk about Aunt Helen like that!”
“I’ll talk about her anyway I want! She was my sister before she was your aunt!”
Exasperated, Jason slumped in his seat. He watched the fir trees whip by. He knew his mom and aunt loved each other. However, it still shocked him to hear how they talked about and to each other!
Susan steered the Caddy into the guest’s parking space of Helen’s apartment. While she fumbled with her purse, Jason bounded out of the car and sprinted around to open his mother’s door. He was rewarded with a full on view of her black panties as she swung first one leg then the other out of the car.
Susan was aware of the effect she had on her son. If pressed, she would say it was accidental or meaningless because he was her son. Nevertheless, a storm raged in her. It was not lost on her that Jason had grown into a big strapping, very sexy man. She loved everything about him. Lately when she and Adam were having sex, she imagined it was Jason. Yea, she thought, that was some weird shit, but it really got her off!
***
Jason, Helen and Susan were chatting around Helen’s kitchen table. After some halfhearted reluctance, Helen agreed that Jason could help while he was home for spring break. As she warmed to the idea, she began making a list of what needed to be done.
Jason groaned inwardly. While he had no plans for his vacation, he had not planned to spend it being a gofer for his pregnant aunt. He planned on hanging out with some of his buds, knock down a few beers and, hopefully, get some stray pussy.
Briefly, May Allen popped into his mind. She was a great fuck. He was disappointed she was gone when he woke up on the bus. He wished he had some contact information. Then the rational part of him kicked in questioning the place of an older woman in his life.
“Well Jason?” Helen asked.
“Excuse me, Aunt Helen, what did you say? I’m afraid I was daydreaming!”
“I said take my car. That will give you transportation. I’m too fat to drive that little sucker anyway!”
“Girl, why don’t you stop kicking yourself! You ain’t the first woman to get pregnant!”
Jason jumped in before they went off on one of their interminable arguments.
“Where are the keys, Aunt Helen?”
Helen hooked a thumb toward the kitchen door leading to the parking lot.
“They hanging on that hook by the door”
Jason slid his chair back from the table, stood and walked the few steps to retrieve the keys.
“Ok, I’m going to head on home!”
“Ok, be here around 9 tomorrow. I need some help with some boxes!”
Chapter 3
Jason guided the old Honda through traffic. It was not too bad this time of year. It would be another month before the tourist invaded this side of Monterey Bay. He turned into Aunt Helen’s parking lot and slid into her parking spot. He was ticked with his mom for volunteering him to be Aunty’s gofer. However, his mother was insistent about family taking care of family. Jason walked the few steps to Aunt Helen’s garden apartment and rang the bell. He heard a muffled reply and waited, shifting impatiently from foot to foot. He could hear Aunt Helen moving slowly toward the door.
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