She said goodnight and turned round and pushed me onto my back. Rachel straddled me. Her slimy pussy lips bisecting my slimy cock like some weird hotdog. “I didn’t believe I could ever get these thoughts into words. I couldn’t tell my therapist, or my boyfriend.”
“But you can tell an old motor mechanic.”
She laughed. You’ve helped me put some distance from it. I think I can get beyond it now.”
“It’s what they teach us in the first week at motor mechanics school.”
#
I cooked dinner while Rachel relaxed in the bath with a glass of wine. A call from Audrey interrupted our evening. She asked me lots of questions, which I answered truthfully, and I invited her over to meet Rachael. “Rachael, has experienced trauma since her parents’ tragic death. It’s brought up some relationship issues getting in her way. I think you’d like her.” Audrey declined. She said I could do all the liking for both of us.
I knew I’d soon pay the price for this, so I was determined to enjoy myself. Rachel was happy to help.
She stuck her head around the kitchen door. “I don’t have another change of casual clothes. I was at a party last night. Is this ok?” She stepped in wearing a clingy black mini skirt, high heels, sparkly black stockings and a vest top. I switched off the cooker and advanced on her. “Oh, wait Tom. I’ve also got this.” She slipped on her nurse’s tunic top. I chased her up the stairs. My casserole was just as nice an hour later.
Next morning her phone alarm woke me. Rachael had got up and made tea. When I lifted the cup, it was empty, save for a note saying tea was being served in the Rover. I climbed into the back seat with her. She wore the top of my pyjamas. I wore the bottoms.
“Thank you for everything Tom. What an amazing twenty-four hours. I’ve made more progress with you than a year of therapy. Now I think I can get married.” I almost choked on my tea. “By boyfriend, Matis is a lovely man. He’s a surgeon with MSF. We’ve been together for a year. Forty-eight hours ago, he asked me to marry him. I said yes, but I dreaded telling him about mum and Pete. Not everyone can accept like you Tom.”
I was still in shock at her revelation. “Will you lie then?
“Not completely. I will say that once when I was young and horny, I got drunk with my Uncle Tom and Aunt Audrey and we ended up in bed together. We all enjoyed it very much but agreed it was a one off. We kept in touch and he’s been a tower of strength in helping me deal with mum and dad’s tragic deaths. I’ll say Tom’s a widower now. We spent the night together grieving and wanted to comfort each other. It won’t happen again, but if Matis wants to be with me he has to accept my past and not hold it against me. I will forgive anything in his past.”
“You’ve thought all this out while sitting here?”
“I woke up early and it was in my head. There is just one other memory I need your help to rewrite, Tom.” She lay back on the seat and her top rode up, exposing her pussy.
“Let me guess. You did it in the car?”
“Pete took me and mum to the seaside. We made a detour going home. The car stopped working after that day. But you fixed it, like you fixed me Tom.” Rachael opened her legs. I wanted to make our last time a good one.
#
I moped around the house after the cab took Rachel away. Not bothered to tinker with the car, I watched crap shows on TV all day. The bathroom still smelled of her shampoo. Her lipstick was on the wine glass. Long brown hairs lay on the pillow of my unmade bed. Rachel has escaped her memories and left me trapped in a memory of her. Audrey was coming over tomorrow, so I had to get my arse into gear because she had supernatural instincts. I thought I could sort myself out after a night’s sleep. I didn’t get the chance.
There was a knock on the door at 10 pm. Audrey was conducting a raid.
“So, you’re still here Tom. You haven’t run off with a beautiful brunette half my age who looks like a movie star?” I cringed back on the sofa. “I saw you drive her round the block. Lap one she’s crying, lap two she’s laughing. I’m glad you didn’t lie and say you had not fucked her.”
My noisy tune up had betrayed me. I might as well have been the ice-cream van announcing its presence as I lapped around Upper Cockton. “I hadn’t then, Audrey. The car brought back mixed memories for Rachel. The woman lost her parents tragically. Remember, I invited you round to meet her. I’ve got a remarkable story to tell you.” I was bailing fast.
Audrey had not finished beating me. She looked around, taking in the lip stick stained wineglass. “You’re a tidiness freak Tom, but look at this place. Am I intruding on you and your ghost? Is your bed a shrine to her?”
You see what I mean, supernatural. “She’s gone Audrey. I won’t see her again. She’s getting married to a surgeon called Matis.”
“Ha! Married women are cat nip to you Tom. Barbara is married. Your ex-wife has remarried, Susan is married. Margot Albrecht was married. You see the trend, Tom?”
“But you’re not and it’s you I want to be with Audrey.”
“You put us all in separate boxes, don’t you? You think there is no overlap, no leakage. Don’t you see that everything you do affects everything else in ways you don’t understand?” My dumb look demanded an example. “After your laps of honour in that noisy car I had Barbara on my doorstep. `Did you see him parading that young woman around the manor? He’s waving his cock in our faces. We must do something, Audrey. We can’t let him get away with it.’ Scheming bitch, implying we were in a sisterhood when she’d climb over my corpse to fuck you again.”
My innocent drive to cheer Rachel up could not have gone worse. “What did you do?”
“I took her in. Agreed with her suggestion that a regular threesome would keep you on the straight and narrow. Then I took her upstairs. I thought, if Tom can spend the afternoon fucking, so can I. I sent her home bandy legged after taking my anger out on her with that big dildo.”
The images flew through my mind. I was hard, just as Audrey had intended.
“Pull your pants down and lie on the couch Tom.” I knew it was a trap, but my cock wouldn’t listen. Audrey lifted her skirt. She was naked underneath. She sank on to me; so hot and wet.
Her smile was sinister. “You should have run away Tom.” Audrey had the best pussy control of any woman I’d ever known. She squeezed. “Who am I better than Tom? Susan, Linda, Margot, Barbara, Rachel?” She accompanied each name with an increase in pressure. My yeses became as strangled as my cock until I could only grunt in pain. “Perhaps I should leave you Tom, and find a nice uncomplicated married man who wants to fuck a couple of times a week. I reckon I could throw a stone and hit half a dozen from here.”
Through my tears, I could see Audrey’s tears. I’d misjudged her acceptance as agreement. “Audrey, I’m sorry. I didn’t know. I didn’t think. Don’t leave me. Please. I’ll give them all up. None of them is worth what we have. You must believe me. I quoted us to Rachel as the relationship I could never hope to find with anyone else. She said it was like the one she lost. She envied me.”
“I have an idea what her relationship was about. You can tell me after I’ve fucked you and blown her ghost out this place. You must feel her presence?” She shuddered. Audrey rode me backwards and forwards to soak my balls, then up and down, gripping my cock head so hard I thought she could stand up and carry me. I moaned. “New rules Thomas, five for me and one for you.”
Audrey had trained me over the last eighteen months. I could not cum until she’d cum three times first. Five would be agony. “That’s not fair Andrey.”
“No, it’s not Tom. Nor is your indiscriminate fucking. Are you going to be more careful in future?” I nodded like a hood ornament. She pulled her top off. Audrey was naked underneath. “If you can still look at me like that after having your fill of young flesh, I guess there is some hope for you.” She leaned over, dangling her pert tits just beyond the reach of my tongue. She laughed at my desperate attempts to make contact. “No milk, but you can suckle like a good boy.”
Our incest fantasy was getting worse by the day. Her words made my cock swell. Audrey sighed. “Don’t hurt mummy because she had to teach you a lesson Thomas.” It was the first time she used the M word, and it drove me insane. I turned her over and pumped Audrey on the couch. “That’s it, Thomas. Give Audrey an angry mummy fuck.” I roared and grabbed her slim hips. Audrey squealed and wrapped her lovely long legs around my waist and hung on as a primal part of me took over and pumped to orgasm. Audrey slid her hand between us and rubbed her clitoris, and joined me seconds later.
After fucking Audrey, there is a stillness I experience with no other woman. We see each other’s vulnerability and know we are safe. To cover up would signal something was wrong. It was our litmus test.
“I’ll give them all up Andrey. Just tell me.”
“It’s very kind of you to offer Thomas. But it’s who you are. You’d hate me if I stopped you. I’d be very upset if you hated me. In future, just consider the consequences for everybody.
“I can do that Audrey. I can do that because I love you.”
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The postman is taking a breather – SM Flint
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