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Like Father, Like Son
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AndreaDetroit

Like Father, Like Son

Andrea's computer needs an overhaul, but things don't always go to plan.
Chapter 1

I stared down at my useless laptop, lying unperturbed on the passenger’s seat, and gripped the steering wheel tighter. A feeling of frustration was coursing through my body and a glimpse at the speedometer confirmed that I was driving well over the posted speed limit. Sod’s law said that the way things were going today, it would be no surprise if I was pulled over and fined. Wearily I let out a long slow breath and eased my foot off the gas. As I tried calming down, I couldn’t believe how a day that had promised so much, had turned so easily into a bloody nightmare.

Wondering what the hell I’m talking about? Let me explain. It was my day off and I was looking forward to taking it easy and doing as little as possible. However whilst I was sleeping, my subconsciousness had managed to fill in all the missing pieces for the last chapter of ‘The Erotic Adventures of Dana Jones,’ and when I opened my eyes, my mind was buzzing. The words and sentences that would bring this tale to a blistering climax were swirling around in my head like a tempest and I couldn’t wait to get behind the computer.

However upon hearing the surly ungrateful teenagers I’m lucky enough to call my children stomp around downstairs, I decided to stay in bed until they were gone. Ten minutes after I heard the front door slam shut I summoned up my courage and went downstairs to survey ground zero, otherwise known as my kitchen. My expectations proved correct and cursing them profoundly (my kids, not my expectations) I quickly (read shabbily) started tidying up and restoring order. After that was done, I took a nice long relaxing shower.

Because I wasn’t planning on going out, I kept the war paint to an absolute minimum. A little bit of eye shadow and some lip gloss was more than enough, and then I tied my hair in a messy loose bun behind my head. Dispensing with haute couture, some old sweatpants and a loose baggy jumper completed my grooming.

After making a big pot of coffee, I sat down at the dining table and switched on the laptop. Then I had to wait and wait. I’d like to say I waited patiently but that would be a lie, in fact my good mood was being sorely tested because of the time the damn thing takes to start up.

Trying to hold on to my mellow vibe, I gazed out the patio windows and watched transfixed as the sun poked its head out from behind some big fluffy clouds. The early morning rain I’d heard whilst lying in bed had cleared up, and by the looks of things it was promising to be a lovely day. When I heard the familiar Windows tune my thoughts about the weather were instantly replaced with debauchery and rampant sex.

The desktop appeared and without further ado, I selected Microsoft Word, and then waited again. Not for the first time I wondered why I didn’t treat myself to a new laptop or even better, one of those Apple iPads, but when the screen eventually displayed a brand new document waiting to be filled with sordid ideas my mind was containing, I knew I couldn’t throw ‘old faithful’ out.

I know lots of people will think me a bit daft for affectionately calling my laptop ‘old faithful’, but there you go, that’s me. When I bought it almost five years ago, it was pretty much state of the art, but in terms of computers, five years means it’s pretty much prehistoric. Despite that, it’s never let me down and has always done everything I’ve asked it to do. Mind you it’s beginning to show signs of old age.

It’s slow, very slow, so patience is required when using it. Several buttons don’t work as they should, which makes typing extremely tedious and can make writing a real challenge, and sometimes it just freezes and does nothing at all. When these things first happened, it was just an annoyance but since then I’ve learned to wait, developed my typing skills to compensate and when it stopped working I just followed the instructions I’d read on the internet on how to restart your computer.

So instead of getting irritated and exasperated by a malfunctioning machine I like to think of my laptop as having character, and for some sentimental reason, that is probably typical female, l can’t seem to part with it.

Where was I? Oh yeah, Microsoft Word. I began tapping away at the keyboard and pretty soon the pages began fill with the lurid details of Dana Jones’s afternoon. Once I actually get started with typing, I seem to descend into a dreamlike state, where everyday drudgery (teenagers, employers, Inland Revenue) is nonexistent and the fictive world I’m creating is the only thing that matters. The words appear effortlessly on the screen but as usual my brain moves much faster than my fingers and I tend to type something that resembles erotic gobbledygook. And that’s a bitch when it comes to editing.

To help reduce the amount of time needed for that tedious task, I read and rewrite the passages I’ve written making changes, big and small as new ideas develop. Hopefully this improves the tale but it doesn’t really decrease the amount of mistakes I make so I end up back at square one. If that was my only problem I would be a happy bunny, but the second problem is a bit more, shall we say, personal.

I love reading erotica and I get hugely turned by a good story. Whether I’ve written it or I’m reading someone else’s work, once the action begins to heat up I tend to get distracted by the familiar tingle between my legs. So instead of concentrating on the spelling and grammar as I should, I generally have to relieve the sexual tension that’s building, and that involves getting sticky fingers.

With a mind full of erotic images, it doesn’t take long before hands start wandering and all imaginary sex starts becoming very physical. In fact ‘old faithful’ has probably witnessed more orgasms than any and all my lovers put together. Well, I never. Maybe that’s why some of the buttons don’t work as they should!

Get on with the story Andrea!

So while I was editing my erotic gobbledygook, my body responded as usual, and true to form, a hand moved automatically beneath the waistband of my sweats and began rubbing my excited mound. I closed my eyes for a moment and enjoyed the waves of pleasure washing over me, and after seeking out my throbbing clitoris, I increased the pressure until I couldn’t take much more. As my fingers continually rubbed harder and harder, a delightful shiver ran down my spine, signaling my body wanted more.

After a few more delicious moments of this teasing, my pussy was so wet I needed to get real dirty. Without any hesitation I pushed my sweatpants down my thighs and spread my knees apart. This made it easier for me to pull the sodden gusset of my lace panties aside, but doing that caused the garment roll up and over my buttocks in a tight cord and for some strange reason, I’ve always found this erotic.

My dark neatly trimmed bush was clearly visible and beneath that, my juicy slit was begging for attention. I began running my fingertips up and down the slippery opening, teasing myself delightfully, and it didn’t take long before my love sap began dribbling down my thighs. Small shivers of gratification rippled through my body and for a moment I’d forgotten about my story.

My heroine, Dana Jones was having an extraordinary business meeting with Robert Cranton-Smith and his lawyer Mark Waterhouse. This encounter had developed into an afternoon of sweet debauchery and Dana was central to its instigation. She’d been planning this all day and was now enjoying the sweet fruits of her labour .

In this final scene, Mark Waterhouse was lying on the thick carpet in her office and she was kneeling astride his prone body, riding his prick as if her life depended on it. At the same time she was wantonly pulling her buttocks apart, displaying her anal orifice to Robert. He was standing behind her, his monster cock primed and ready, and he couldn’t keep his eyes off her proffered opening.

As my eyes scanned the words on the screen, I continued playing with my pussy which was really flowing now. My inner lips parted eagerly, accepting the intrusion enthusiastically. Slick, musky love sap engulfed my fingertips as they dipped momentarily inside me and another shiver ran down my spine. Dana Jones wasn’t they only one who was insatiable, and I had to bite my bottom lip in an effort to suppress a moan.

I scrolled through the erotic tale and couldn’t help myself any longer. As I read the paragraph where Robert plunged his manhood inside Dana’s backdoor, I thrust my fingers as deep as I could between my legs and let out a loud drawn out groan. I began moving them in and out of my silken tunnel, slowly at first but with steadily increasing speed until my breathing became erratic and muscles all over my body began contracting and expanding uncontrollably.

Both men in Dana’s office were doing their best to satisfy her carnal desires, and in the movie my mind’s eye was replaying I could see them approaching orgasm. They weren’t the only ones. My fingers were bringing me closer and closer to oblivion, so as my body began to respond to the incredible buildup of emotions, I relaxed in the chair, spread my legs as far apart as my sweats would allow and closed my eyes in ecstasy.

Watching Dana getting screwed by two huge dicks was proving too much for me and I felt my body spasm in excitement. I held my sex open and violently thrust my fingers inside me. My hips pushed forward involuntary as I buried my knuckles deep inside my pussy, determined to reach a delicious high point.

I tensed my cunt as my fingertips pressed my G-spot and felt my thumb press exquisitely against my swollen clit. The scent of arousal was very perceptible in my nostrils and the squelching sounds my fingers made were an added aphrodisiac. I couldn’t take much more of this and braced myself. Without preamble my whole body, responding to the mental and physical stimulus, began to erupt.

“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck,” I murmured breathlessly through gritted teeth. My legs, held captive by the jogging pants began to shudder violently and my body started trembling unintentionally. My skin felt like it was being prickled by millions of tiny little needles, which proved almost as exquisite as it was unbearable.

My fingers were buried as far inside me as I could get them, and my hips were grinding in circles as I tried prolonging my orgasm and then as I virtually lost control, a sixth sense suddenly began warning me that something was wrong. Fearing something horrible,, I reluctantly opened my eyes.

“No not now,” I muttered in a guttural cry, but my plea fell on deaf ears. Rapidly regaining focus, I saw my computer had frozen and my heart missed a beat.

Part of me wanted to ignore this irritating development, but unfortunately I’m not wired that way. Despite my body pleading “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,” my mind was saying “What the fuck,” and after comprehending what had happened, mind and body were competing for supremacy, shouting “Fucking hell” together, but for completely different reasons.

All sexual pleasure drained away like water down a plughole and a definite feeling of panic began creeping over me. Realising what happened, I immediately stopped fingering myself and began unceremoniously pushing and prodding every button ‘old faithful’ possessed. Of course I was fighting a lost cause, but against my better judgment I carried on in the wild hope that my laptop would miraculously begin working again.

And was my faith rewarded? Was my loyalty repaid? Well no! Honestly I’d like to tell you that the damn thing woke up from its digital coma and I resumed all activity, including the story writing but again, I’d be lying. Everything I tried counted for nothing.

My body, still protesting at the untimely interruption was urging me to forget about the stupid computer and use my fingers for something altogether more enjoyable, but my mind was too preoccupied with getting the bloody thing working again.

And 'old faithful’! Well it lay there is if nothing at all was the matter. Completely serene! Unaware of the frustration it was causing on so many levels.

I tried everything. Escape button, the Enter button, even Ctrl, Alt and Delete but nothing worked. As a last resort I even tried turning the damn thing off but that too stubbornly refused to co-operate. By now I was livid, and looked at thin black electric cable functioning like an umbilical cord with an evil glint in my eye. I was sorely tempted to rip the damn thing out of my offending laptop, but my story was still frozen on the screen and I couldn’t remember having saved my work. All in all I was royally screwed but not the way I like it.

Despite knowing better, I was still secretly hoping it would miraculously come back to life, but this ain’t a Disney tale and there is no happily ever after. Screaming obscenities at the innate object, I tried jumping up from my chair and pacing irately about the room but was tripped up by my sweatpants. They were still wrapped around my ankles and after falling arse over tit I landed prostrate on the hard laminate flooring in a undignified heap.

That didn’t improve my mood in the slightest but eventually after picking myself up of the floor, (summoning up what little self respect I still possessed) I began to stamp about, chew my nails and throw angry glances at the offending object.

I was so incensed, I wanted to throw the fucking thing out the window, but I knew I couldn’t. Mind you, if ever there was cause to go and buy something new this was it. ‘Old faithful’ was really testing the boundaries of our relationship but despite the provocation both he and I knew it would never happen. We have history and besides, I didn’t want to lose my story. I needed help and I knew who I had to call.

Chapter 2

Janice Shackleton is an old school friend, blond and bubbly and great fun. We’re ex-roommates and ex-lovers. Our bond goes way back and includes not only each other but also her husband. Edward Shackleton was her teenage sweetheart and they were inseparable. The only time they were apart was when they attended different universities, but as soon as they both accepted their doctorates Edward moved in with us.

Soon afterwards he found out the house wasn’t the only thing we shared. However Edward apart from being a genius, no honestly he really is, he also has a filthy, dirty mind. He didn’t want to deny Janice her pleasure so he added a stipulation. He wanted to join in. Janice asked me if I was okay with that (foolish question) and after getting my enthusiastic approval Edward found himself living every young man’s dream.

We were young, wild and carefree and we enjoyed each other to the full, but eventually our lives started taking different paths. Almost two years our status quo lasted, until Edward was offered a lucrative job in London. That was the end of our bourgeois lifestyle and amidst tearful goodbyes, lots of hugs and kisses and promises to keep in touch, I waved them off as they embarked on their new adventure.

Even though I frequently visited them in London, my life carried on and eventually after kissing a lot of frogs I found a husband. After explaining my relationship with the Edward and Janice, he tried accepting the situation but his jealousy made it impossible. Because we were in love, I agreed to end my liaisons with the Shackletons, even though it caused me a lot of sadness and contact with them diminished to sending and receiving Christmas and birthday cards.

Over the years, the arrival of kids and career obligations led to the gradual decline of our marriage and eventually my husband left me for another. Deciding to make a clean break, I moved to London, looked up Janice and went round for a cup of coffee.

Even though my social life is drastically reduced since moving, I’m not missing out on anything. The Shackleton’s make sure of that. After that first visit our friendship resumed its course in all its intensity, and coffee isn’t the only thing I now share with Janice. Edward, apart from being indecently rich and generous, is also, how shall I put it; BIG. So as you can see, things have almost turned full circle now.

Anyway I digress. Edward is not only well hung, he’s an expert. A computer expert to be exact, so it was logical I should call him for help. After what seemed like an interminably long time, the phone was answered.

“Hello Janice Shackleton speaking…”

“Hello Jan,” I interrupted rudely. “Is Ed home, I’ve got a problem with my laptop.”

“Ah Drea darling, how are you?” she asked unperturbed by the panicky tone of my voice. “Apart that is, from the fact that your old laptop has finally decided to give up and die.” Janice being married to a computer whiz kid always has the newest, state of the art equipment and couldn’t understand my attachment to 'old faithful.’

“Darling I can’t believe you still insist on using that outdated piece of junk.” I winced at her description of my machine (conveniently forgetting why I was calling her in the first place) and was about to leap to its defense.

“I mean,” and her voice took on a rather sultry sound. “You don’t usually have any problem when I let you try out my newest toys, do you?” she carried on. Janice’s dry double edged humour has always been able to make me laugh, even if I’m often the victim of her razor sharp wit, and her remark brought a knowing smile to my lips.

“Oh I know Jan, and I’m sorry to be such a bore but I’m really up shit creek this time,” I announced earnestly. “Usually I can get the old thing working but now it seems to have gone in some sort of computer coma.” I heard her giggle at my description and despite myself, I started laughing as well.

“Stop laughing you fucking bitch, or I’ll make you pay.”

“Ah, promises, promises,” she laughed again. “If only you’d come through with your threats you little slut, I might get a good fuck out of you finally.” This remark had me in stitches and if we’d been in the same room I might have taken up her challenge.

“I know, I know but I am only human Janice,” I responded “and you’re like some bloody orgasm machine. I’m not sure anyone person can keep up with you.”

“Of course you can’t, why do you think I’ve got so many toys.” I gasped at her comment. “Mind you, a bit more effort in satisfying my needs on your part wouldn’t go amiss.” My jaw dropped. “But I’ll forgive you darling if only because I like fucking that tight little arse of yours,” she replied naughtily.

I felt myself tingling again.

“And I’m not the only one darling; Edward is looking forward to Saturday evening.” My spirits rose. “So make sure you’re properly rested because you won’t be getting much sleep I can assure you.” I felt a shiver run down my back and a big smile spread across my face.

“Anyway enough of this chit chat, I haven’t got all day you know, and I’m certainly too busy to keep paying you compliments, so what seems to be the problem and how can I help you?”

I explained how my laptop refused to cooperate with me and heard her giggle again.

“What’s so funny Janice?”

“Well I’m guessing you were busy writing one of your sordid little stories and knowing you like I do, I expect you had your hand down your knickers like the horny little slut you are.” Even though Janice was my best friend and knew things about me that nobody else knew, I still blushed when she accurately described what had happened.

“Well I...” The pause told her enough.

“Oh Andrea baby, you’re such a tramp. I wish I could have seen your face when that happened!” she exclaimed heartily. “Anyway darling you’re out of luck. Edward is up in Edinburgh until Friday.” I heard her pause.

“Mind you Simon’s home today and he knows a few things about computers. Following in his father’s footsteps and all that, you see.”

I hadn’t known Simon was also a computer freak, but if he could help me then it was worth a shot.

“Well if you think he can fix it Jan. Can you ask him for me?” I mumbled almost inaudibly.

“Don’t worry Drea, he’ll do it. If only because I’ll tell him he has to. That’s the perks of being the purse strings holder here.” Janice confided. “Anyway, I’ll give him a shout and you two can work something out.” I started thanking her but because she was yelling at her son to pick up the phone I guess she didn’t hear me.

“He’s upstairs and I can hear him moving about sweetie, so stay on the line okay. I have to go now but I’ll call later.” Her voice changed from friendly to seductive and I could hear her smiling on the other end of the line. “With Ed away until the weekend, maybe you and I can get together Friday evening for a girls night out, if you get my drift.” I made some agreeing sounds and then she was gone.

“Hello, who’s there?” A younger, uncertain masculine voice sounded in my ear and made me jump in the process.

“Hello Simon, it’s only me,” and then stupidly realized he’d probably never heard my voice over the telephone. “Aunt Andrea.”

“Auntie Andrea?” Asked the young man, still not sure why he’d been ordered to the phone. I smiled to myself as I imagined him standing there trying to remember me from the last time we’d met. At the same time I was aware that the deep timbre was from someone too old to be calling me “Auntie.” I tried doing some quick mental arithmetic but as usual came up short.

“The very same Simon, but I’m guessing you’re old enough to drop the auntie if you want to.” The laughter on the end of the line was sudden, loud, honest and infectious.

“Well for last birthday I remember getting shitfaced at a pub in the East End and when we went back to a friend’s house it ended up turning into some sort of orgy. So I’m pretty sure I’m not a virgin anymore but the details are a little blurry, if I’m honest.” And then he remembered who he was talking to.

“Anyway ‘Auntie’ Andrea, what can I do for you?” Now it was my turn to laugh. He had obviously inherited his mother’s sense of humour .

“Well Simon, your mother tells me you know your way around computers and mine has sort of dumped on me and I really need some help.” I explained what had happened, omitting the more salacious details because he was after all my best friend’s son. After listening attentively to my story I was relieved to hear him say he’d take a look at it.

And that folks is the reason why I was driving around the North Circular with ‘old faithful’ sitting beside me on the passenger seat.

Chapter 3

Because I hadn’t seen him for a couple of years, I was curious to see how Simon had turned out. When I drove into the Shackleton’s street, all I could really remember was a slightly skinny youth who was always trying to peek under my skirt or down my blouse.

I knew from Janice that he had been accepted by East London University, studying computer engineering and although he officially lived at home, he usually stayed at a friend’s house until his clothes needed washing. I’m sure she was joking when she said that, but if Simon was like my own brood, she probably wasn’t.

Still be that as it may, I was intrigued to meet him again. Unfortunately the archetypical image of a computer nerd kept invading my conscience and being honest, the younger Simon I knew fitted the bill better than most.

Eventually I pulled up outside their house and as I walked up the pathway, the front door opened and it was my turn to be surprised. Whatever he was doing in the East End, it was obviously agreeing with him because the spotty teenager I recalled had filled out and grown into a tall, handsome young man.

His long wavy hair almost reached his broad shoulders, and his muscular chest seemed to stretch the tee shirt he was wearing almost to a breaking point. His flat stomach tapering to a nice slim waistline was impressive and his tight blue jeans did nothing to hide the muscular legs or the generous bulge nestled between them.

Oh I’m sorry, where did that come from? Well dear reader I couldn’t help myself. If he’d been anyone other Janice’s son I would definitely have been pleased to something like that, but unfortunately for me, life isn’t fair and because of whom he was I did my best to hide my interest.

As if having a perfectly formed body wasn’t enough, he looked down at me with the same crystal blue eyes his mother has and gave me a blistering smile that oozed confidence and sex appeal. I felt a slight tremor run through my body and swallowed the lump in my throat. He wasn’t making this easy!

“Hello Auntie, how are you?” His deep baritone voice was wry and humorous, but to my ears it sounded like he was flirting. Maybe it was just wishful thinking on my part because after I checked his expression, I realized he was just having some fun. Despite this being at my expense I felt relaxed in his presence and although I knew he was being cheeky with his “Auntie” I could forgive him.

As I reached the doorstep, two big, powerful hands grabbed hold of me, pulled me towards his muscular frame and engulfed me in a powerful bear hug. He almost squeezed the life out of me but before I could protest, he released me and playfully planted two big sloppy kisses on my cheeks.

Wondering what the hell was going on I looked at him grinning enthusiastically, and saw his amusement grow. Obviously enjoying himself Simon stepped aside and after making an exaggerated ‘ladies first’ gesture, he invited me indoors. Ten minutes later, feeling a little bewildered, I was sitting in my car with an address, a shopping list and a bunch of keys on the seat beside me.

Once Simon asked to see my laptop, I handed it over to him and marveled at how much he had grown. Despite still being a teenager, he seemed much more mature. He cast a look at ‘old faithful’ and raised his eyebrows questioningly. I shrugged my shoulders apologetically and watched him shake his head good naturedly as he opened the screen and began pressing some buttons.

“How long have you had this thing, Andrea?” he asked pityingly. When I told him he whistled softly. “It’s a wonder this sorry excuse for a computer works at all,” and then smiled mischievously at my hurt expression.

“Don’t worry, I’m only teasing you auntie, still this thing really needs some work on it.” I made some non-committal noises and waited. After a couple of frustrating minutes, he announced he could fix all the problems and probably improve it as well. I was so elated I could have kissed him, but wasn’t sure who would have been more embarrassed by my actions. His next sentence however burst my happiness bubble.

“It won’t be cheap, mind you. Have you got your purse with you?” I nodded, and asked why.

“Well to bring this thing to the twenty first century,” and he held up ‘old faithfully’, “I’m gonna need a few things,” and started writing down what he needed. When the list kept growing, I asked him if it was really necessary. He stopped writing and looked at me seriously.

“You know, I know Mum’s got a couple of good laptops lying around here somewhere. I’m sure she doesn’t use them anymore. Dad always makes sure her computer is the best there is. I could easily sort something out for you,” he added helpfully. “And I know she won’t mind. Blimey, I can’t imagine she’d even notice, and that’s defiantly cheaper than fixing this old thing.” I smiled and shook my head determinedly.

“No thanks sweetie,” I replied. “I’ll stick with this one. Just write down what you need and I’ll go and fetch it.” Simon stared at me as if I was mad, which I probably am but that’s another issue and one I’m not prepared to go into right now. He kept gazing at me for what seemed like eternity and then running a hand through his strong wavy hair he exhaled loudly and nodded.

“Okay then, it’s your party.” He fished inside his jeans and pulled out a bunch of keys. He sorted through them until he found the right one and handed them over to me.

“This is for the back door. I’ll be in my room ripping the guts out of this thing when you get back, so just let yourself in.” I must have looked horrified because he started laughing. “Oh don’t worry, you won’t lose anything, I’ll make backups before I go to town on this baby and everything will be reinstalled when I’m finished,” and with that he picked up the laptop.

“You really won’t know this thing when I’ve finished with it,” he said reassuringly and gestured to ‘old faithful’ with nod of his head. “At the shop, just let the Pete know you’re there on my behalf and he’ll give you my discount.”

The guy in the computer shop looked bemused when I told him I was buying this on Simon’s behalf and I’m not sure he believed me. Mind you when I told him Simon was my nephew his attitude changed dramatically. He began piling box after box on the counter, giving me a running commentary on what he was doing and explaining why he was replacing some of Simon’s choices with better alternatives.

I had no idea what he was talking about, but I was getting a bit worried about how much this was going to cost me as the stack of boxes grew bigger and bigger. Finally the pile of goodies was complete and a large carrier bag was found for transport. When I asked how much I had to pay, a hand was waved dismissively.

“Tell Simon he owes me a couple of beers.” Not wanting to insult the guy, I thanked him profusely and left.

On the way back to Janice’s I casually glanced at the boxes I’d received and in particular the price tags. Although no whiz kid in the math’s department I had totted up each box and totaled almost a hundred and fifty quid’s worth of stuff. I felt a clammy sweat envelope me as I considered amount. Generosity was one thing but this was ridiculous. I was still worrying about it when I arrived back at the Shackletons.

Parking the car on the driveway, I grabbed both the bag of equipment and the bunch of keys and walked round to the back door. In hindsight I should have suspected something when I entered the house, because I was met by a deathly silence. I called out hello but nobody answered. ‘Teenagers,’ I thought despairingly, ‘they’re all the bloody same.’

Throwing the keys on the kitchen table, I began moving through the house. Although I knew Simon was at home, the eerily silence began to make me wonder if anything bad had happened during my absence. I started up the stairs calling out his name but still there was no reply.

At the top of the stairs, instead of turning to Edward and Janice’s bedroom, I went in the opposite direction and moving cautiously approached Simon’s room. As I reached the half opened door I finally heard something. Although relief washed over my body like floodwater, I was only too aware of what I was hearing.

It was the all too familiar sound of heavy breathing, and even though my subconsciousness was screaming at me to turn around and leave, my curiosity was urging me forward. Unsure of what I was getting myself into, I stood outside his door and took a deep breath.

Gently pushing open the door, I tilted my head and looked inside his room. That’s when I got my second surprise of the day. Simon’s computer display was in fact a big ass television, and on it was a large photo of me, butt naked. Before I could blink another picture of me appeared except this time I was sitting astride a huge dildo.

My heart skipped a beat. Those were my private photos. How the hell...? A mixture of anger, fear and pride surged through my body. Anger because they were private photos, fear because there were others, more recent ones which were also stored on my laptop and pride because although he shouldn’t have been looking at them Simon’s reaction was gratifying to see.

He was slumped in his chair wearing headphones, which explained why he hadn’t heard me approaching. His jeans and boxers were bunched up around his ankles and he was sporting a huge erection. From the looks of it, I could see it wasn’t just Edward’s computer skills he’d inherited. Silently I stood there and watched him masturbate.

His manhood was long, thick and straight as a ruler. Even though his hand was wrapped around it, I could see a good deal of pole sticking out above his fist. Dark veins were visible running up and down the hard shaft and with each downward stroke, his foreskin was stretched as far back as it could go, revealing a huge purple coloured, and mushroom shaped helmet. Its angry one eye was weeping, and the bulbous head had gained a lovely shiny, polished look from the smeared pre-cum.

I felt my nipples hardening and my pussy moistening. My breathing became short and shallow and for the second time today my body demanded action. It was proving a huge turn on watching Simon’s hand moving rhythmically up and down, knowing I was providing the inspiration.

Now readers I had three options. The first was to retreat back downstairs and wait until he was finished, which wouldn’t take long by the looks of things or alternatively I could just barge in, act surprised and create a scene that would completely spoil everything and might even endanger my relationship with his parents. Then there was the third option. Although this was strictly off limits, it was the one I found most appealing.

Watching him the sitting there, totally unaware he was being spied upon by his muse, was almost unbearable. My pride swelled and all the good resolutions I made when I first saw him standing in the doorway evaporated like snow in the sun. Was it my problem if Janice’s son had an ‘Auntie Andrea’ fetish? I could have stood there and watched him continue until the inevitable conclusion, but seeing that young cock ready for action made the third option even more irresistible.

I had an unequivocal desire to hold it, taste it, swallow it and feel it surge down my throat. I wanted to watch his prick explode and see huge jets of spunk fly through the air. My skin tingled at the thought of being plastered by his seed, and I couldn’t wait to feel it trickle down my face.

Between my legs, my clit was throbbing in excitement and my nipples were straining against my delicate bra. God this was hot. All the anger, frustration and sexual tension that had poisoned my body since this morning needed treatment. It was like a disease. A disease called lust. I’d woken up sick with it, had tried to cure myself but it hadn’t worked, I needed a stronger medicine and there, only a few feet away I could see the remedy.

Chapter 4

Quietly I tiptoed to Edward and Janice’s bedroom and realized how stupid I was. Simon couldn’t hear me because he was still wearing headphones. I checked my appearance in the full length mirror and cursed my own laziness. My day off attire was fine at home, but here and now I wished I hadn’t been so casual. I was regretting my shortsightedness now.

I tried rearranging my clothes, but there’s only so much you can do with a baggy jumper and sweatpants. In a flash I whipped off my bra. That was better. My nipples were poking through the soft cotton material, advertising my arousal and if I could see them, then so could he. I pulled down on my left sleeve, exposing my bare shoulder. That was better.

I knew this couldn’t take long. If I wasn’t careful, Simon would already be finished and I would be left high and dry again. One last glance, I puffed my cheeks up and let out a long sigh of disappointment. If I had more time and more resources and... if, if, if.

Maybe luck was on my side; maybe Simon liked the out of bed look. But what if he didn’t, my conscience nagged, and then another thought pierced my brain. When I had my mouth wrapped round his dick, he probably wouldn’t give a shit how I looked. That made me smile. Now it was time for my medicine.

Simon was still casually bashing the bishop as he watched the slide show and it almost seemed a shame to disturb him, but he had something I wanted very badly.

When I walked round to kneel down in front of him, I pulled of his headphones and rested my hand on his shoulder. I felt him jump out of his skin and had to bite my lip to stop myself laughing. The look of sheer horror on his face was deeply gratifying.

Oh and by the way, the story about men being able to do three things at once when caught watching porn, that’s a big fat lie. No trouser grabbing, no reaching for the remote control and as to trying to look innocent. Not a chance!

“Well, well Mr. Shackleton, what do we have here?” I said sounding very authoritative. It was hard for me to keep a straight face, especially when his pounding heart seemed to want to tear through the tight tee shirt, but I tried my best.

“My, my, aren’t you a naughty boy?” My finger traced a line down his chest. His eyes widened even further when he saw me slowly sink to my knees between his splayed legs.

“You know that nothing good can come of snooping around in ladies' private files?”

He started to protest (I’m sure his objection was to being called a nosy parker and not that I described myself as a lady) but the words died in his throat when I replaced his hand with mine, wrapping it tightly around the warm flesh protruding from his lap.

“It’s bad enough you going through my computer young man, that’s forgivable, but wanking yourself off over pictures of me and not wanting me to join in...” I tightened my grip and began moving my hand up and down.

“Well that’s despicable!” I looked him in the eye and licked my lips. Simon was watching me eyes wide in terror. This was either his worst nightmare or his wildest fantasy.

I pulled his foreskin down as far as I could and saw him wince but I was unrelenting. With my other hand I set my index finger on the huge bulbous head and slowly drew it downwards to the edge of his crown. It moved easily due to the pre-cum and when I reached the rim I ran my finger round the circumference before returning it to his little slit.

“Well Simon, what have you got to say for yourself?” I ran the tip of my tongue over his cock and felt him shudder.

“Honest I wasn’t..." I raised myself upwards and planted a kiss onto his shocked mouth. That shut him up. I licked my lips and tasted the coffee he’d been drinking.

“Don’t think for one minute that because I’m holding your cock you can stop calling me Auntie Andrea,” I said, enjoying myself. Sinking back downwards, I licked his manhood again. The idea of him calling me Auntie whilst his cock was down my throat was quite kinky.

Despite his shock and horror at being discovered, Simon’s manhood wasn’t in the least bit fazed by my presence. In fact it was raring to go and I could feel his blood pulsing through his shaft as it throbbed in my grip. I decided to use my mouth for something better than talking and bent forward and opened wide.

“Mmmmm.” His helmet filled my mouth and I was stretched to accommodate the proffered meat. My lips clamped shut just under the rim and my tongue was enjoying the musky flavor of pre-cum. As I feasted on his gorgeous staff I heard him moan out loud as he tried proclaiming his innocence.

“Honest Auntie, I wasn’t snooping,” he began to say, but gulped loudly when he felt my teeth tighten teasingly around his shaft. “I was ghosting your hard drive and saw huge amounts of JPEGs, PNGs and MPEGs...” I hadn’t the slightest idea what he was talking about and what’s more, it interested me even less. The only thing that mattered was the huge slab of meat I was greedily devouring.

I moved my hand down the smooth pole until only my finger and thumb formed a ring around the base of his prick, followed by my mouth. Inch by inch, his delicious cock disappeared down my throat. When I felt my gag reflex, I relaxed my muscles, took a deep breath and continued. I didn’t stop until my nose was buried in his groin.

Staying like this for a couple of seconds, I reluctantly released from my mouth and saw saliva dribbling down the length of his cock. Spittle ran down my chin and dripped down onto my lap. God this was good!

“Jesus fuck, nobody has ever done that before!” Simon exclaimed in a disbelieving, excited voice. His honesty was pure and exciting and I felt the deadly sin of pride shroud me again, especially considering the age gap between us.

“Would you like to see it again?” I asked grinning from ear to ear. “Would you like to see ‘Auntie Andrea’ swallow your cock again?” I omitted to tell him the pleasure was all mine but at that age, boys don’t need to know everything now do they? Not waiting for an answer, I did what comes naturally.

Perhaps it was me, or maybe it was the situation; you know the delights of forbidden fruit and all that but whatever it was, feeling his cock fill my throat completely and knowing I was the first, made me so fucking horny, it was unbelievable.

My cunt was dripping wet and my clit was throbbing like a vibrator on speed and without even touching myself I could feel the habitual tightness in my belly. I hadn’t realized I was this close to climaxing and although I desperately wanted to cum, I was determined to make Simon explode first.

Grabbing hold of the greasy flesh with both hands, I began tugging wildly, employing a delicious twisty motion.

“You young man, are going to…” I started saying before swallowing his left ball. I rolled it in my mouth and then spat it out with a loud plop. “Let me suck your cock until you cum all over my face!” I exclaimed huskily before giving his right ball the same treatment.

“Jesus, you really are a dirty bitch aren’t you Auntie,” Simon announced with a surprised tone to his voice, “and you sure know how to suck cock.” Compliments like that just get me hotter. I released his ball noisily from my mouth.

“You don’t know how dirty I can be, young man,” I replied taking a deep breath. I began running my tongue up the entire length of his member and saw him raise his eyebrows, demanding an explanation.

“Once I get going baby, I can’t stop. I have to have it all.” I stated whilst continuing to masturbating his erection.

“You see Simon, although there are some women who want to be treated like princesses,” I swallowed his helmet and pushed the tip of my tongue into his piss hole. He shuddered.

“I’m not one of them!” I heard him groaning. “I’m not into, you know; fondling, cuddles, sweet gentle love making!” I gorged myself on his meat.

“Susie, my girlfriend is like that,” he said informatively.

“Well that’s fine for the both of you, but that’s not important right now.” I swallowed his cock again but this time I kept looking him in the eye. I licked and sucked and felt his hips thrust hesitantly forward. This was promising.

“You see Simon, some women want it rough.” I began tugging at his greasy pole, spitting on it for some more lubrication.

“Some women liked to be treated like whores. They don’t want love making, they want to be fucked. The harder they get it, the more they love it. The rougher the treatment the hotter they get.”

He stared at me unbelievably, his handsome young face shrouded in doubt. I felt a wicked streak run through me.

“Take me and your mother for instance. There’s never been a bigger pair of cock whores.” His expression turned from ecstasy to horror.

“W... w... what do you m... m... mean my m... mother,” he stammered. I held his stare and laughed.

“Don’t be so prudish young man!” I exclaimed waving a finger at him. “Your mama is one hot lady and she certainly knows how to trot. Just remember we have no secrets from each other.”

I saw him wince at my lie. I dared not think about what Janice would say if she saw me now, but not wanting to dwell on that, I quickly dispelled the thought from my head.

“You might want to think about that the next time you go spying around in someone’s personal property. You never know what you’ll find, and...” I waggled a finger at him again. “Once Pandora’s Box has been opened...” His chastised expression made me wonder if maybe I’d gone too far but happily his prick showed no signs of remorse.

To reassure him I was only making a point, I bent forward and placed my lips over his prick and softly kissed the mushroom shaped head. I guess my right hand was having the desired effect because I felt him squirm against my mouth and suspected he was doing his best not to shoot his load prematurely.

“That’s it Simon, take a deep breath and control yourself. You’re not to cum until I say so,” I said sternly. I held his cock tightly and pressed my thumb over his tiny little slit. “Do you understand?” Biting his bottom lip he nodded vigorously.

“Where was I? Oh yes, whores and princesses. Now like I was telling you before you interrupted me, I’m not a princess.” I squeezed his dick harder to emphasize my point.

“I enjoy a no strings attached, good old fashioned fuck. Messy blow-jobs, getting some head, rimming, I love it all.” His expression was a picture. “Wanna tit job and cum all over my face, then I’m your gal, and I’m not averse to taking it up the arse. Especially when a big cock like yours is doing the honours !” I saw his eyes light up at the compliment.

“Have you had anal Simon?” I asked mischievously. He looked a bit embarrassed it my question but eventually admitted that his girlfriend wouldn’t let him anywhere near her backdoor.

“Maybe you’re not treating her right,” I exclaimed matter of factly. “Maybe you think she’s a princess but in reality she’s a dirty little whore just like me,” I added winking at him. I could see and feel him thinking about what I’d said and I wondered what he was going to do.

I watched the internal struggle taking place on his handsome face, with disbelief and longing fighting for supremacy. His intellect was telling him one thing but my hand and mouth wrapped around his cock made a compelling argument.

“I’ve told you all you need to know about women Simon, the rest is up to you,” I added challengingly. I wondered if he’d completely understood what I was getting at but guessed he probably hadn’t. He was too busy trying to compute all this new data I’d just given him and trying to decide if I was telling the truth or yanking his chain.

I dove forward and took his member between my lips. Holding onto the base of his shaft I began bobbing my head greedily up and down, swallowing as much as I could without choking myself on that big fat thing. My other hand disappeared beneath the elastic waist band from my sweats and headed straight between my legs .

I was soaking wet. My panties were completely sodden with all the sap I’d been leaking and my fingers easily pushed the dainty triangular shaped material aside. I began sliding them up and down my welcoming slit and felt my puffy lips parting. On the back of my head I felt a hand hesitantly grab my hair and pull my head forward.

Obviously I’d underestimated Simon’s ability to process information.

“Stand up darling, fuck my mouth,” I tried saying but my words were muffled by eight inches of rock hard cock.

“What did you say Auntie,” Simon asked, unsure he’d heard right. Reluctantly I released his manhood from my warm and sloppy mouth.

“I said stand up. You can use your hips to get some movement going.” He grinned enthusiastically, his intelligence finally accepting the fact that I hadn’t lied to him.

“You want me to...” He didn’t finish his sentence because he saw me nodding my head enthusiastically, answering his unasked question.

“Yes darling I want you to fuck my mouth. I want you to ram home your cock until you shoot your load. Don’t try to be a gentleman, I don’t want that. I want to feel you cum and when you do, I want you to pull out and spray all that lovely spunk over my face.”

Simon looked at me as if all his birthdays had all happened in one day and he couldn’t quite believe what was happening. It was quite sweet having watched him have an internal struggle only moments ago, but there was no sign of that now. He stood up in front of me and his cock wavered in the air above my upturned face.

I knelt up in front of him and opened my mouth greedily. Still a little unsure of himself, he took hold of my head in both hands and held it steady. I spread my knees as far apart as I could to help keep my balance and pushed my jogging bottoms downwards. Next I rolled my panties down my thighs as far as I could revealing my dripping sex.

Simon’s cock bumped against my lips when he pushed forward and as I tried to gather up his bulbous head in my mouth I felt him pull away. Then a hand disappeared from my head and grabbed hold of the throbbing staff. This time there was no messing about.

“Open that fucking mouth Auntie; I want to fuck it hard.” Pride surged through my body (at least that’s what I’m calling it) as Simon masterfully shoved eight inches of cock down my throat without hesitating. Despite holding my head down on his meat until I could hardly breathe anymore, I almost came on the spot I was that far gone.

He was a quick learner because within seconds of releasing my head, he began pounding his dick into my face. He showed me no mercy at all. There was no doubt in my mind, he was a natural. He undid the bun in my hair and tangled the loosened strands around his fingers, keeping my head in one position.

“You wanna be treated like a slut Auntie. Well get a load of this,” he growled whilst twisting his wrists and tangling some more hair between his fingers. This brought my face closer to his groin and I felt my throat being stretched to the max. He was thrusting harder now, making my eyes water and gag. Spit was running down my chin and landing on my jumper as I eagerly tried swallowing him each time.

I hadn’t been treated like this for a very long time and I loved it. My fingers were pushing deep into my cunt with the same ferocity that Simon was displaying, and my sex was on fire. My clit was throbbing even harder as my hand pressed against it, and my swollen nipples were rubbing against the soft material of my jumper causing sparks of pleasure to ripple through my chest.

My skin felt like it was on fire and the muscles in my stomach were letting me know oblivion wasn’t far away. Of course I wasn’t the only one who was teetering on the edge. Simon’s thrusting was becoming more and more haphazard and I was pretty sure he was on the verge of depositing a huge wad of spunk all over me.

“That’s it Auntie, frig your fucking cunt. Come on, fuck yourself.” His deep baritone voice was booming now as he bawled out his instructions. I was already obeying him but his obvious pleasure in treating me like a whore was making the whole situation unbearably hot.

I began ramming my fingers in my cunt harder than ever and I could hear the delicious squelching sounds coming from down south.

I was almost there when Simon hips thrust forward and held them there. His prick buried deep in my mouth seemed to expand and I felt his seed racing up from his balls to the engorged tip. Then he started roaring.

The first powerful jet of spunk splashed against the back of my throat and I began greedily gulping down the thick creamy liquid. Because my mouth was full of ejaculating cock, my scream was stifled but what was happening could only be described as heavenly.

Although I wanted to watch him spray his seed all over my face, my scream wasn’t one of disappointment; no it was one of release. The moment I felt the first warm gush of spunk explode inside my mouth, my orgasm erupted, and throughout my body and in particularly my pussy, spasms more intense than I had expected wracked my frame.

I could feel my slippery tunnel contracting around my intruding fingers and my hand became saturated as my pussy gushed hot cum from deep inside. Mind you, my hand wasn’t the only part of my body getting showered. Simon had pulled his cock from my mouth and was frantically wanking off.

Salvo after salvo exploded from his pulsating prick and long thick strings of cum landed all over my face. It was hot and thick and there was so much of it. I knelt there in front of him like a dog begging for a bone and snatched his cock out of his hand and began sucking hard. I was determined to extract every last drop out of him.

Even as I milked Simon for his spunk, my whole body was shaking from the mind shattering climax he’d ignited and my clit was throbbing so intently that I could hardly touch it. My midriff convulsed violently as my muscles expanded and contracted uncontrollably. Meanwhile Simon had grown a lot bolder in the last few minutes because he masterfully pulled his erection from my mouth and began slapping his gorgeous tool against my sticky face.

“Is that how you want it Auntie? Do you like my cream all over your face?” He slapped his meat against my lips. “Huh? Slut! Answer me, you bitch.” I looked up at the young man towering over me, with his monstrous prick pushing against my spunk covered mouth and couldn’t help feeling pretty good about myself.

“You did very well, stud,” I answered enthusiastically. I opened my mouth and swallowed his dick. I could taste the spunk on the bulbous head and a shiver ran down my spine. “Mmmm that tastes so good,” I purred, rolling my tongue around the rim of his helmet. When I spoke again I pouted my lips and sounded like spoilt schoolgirl.

“I want some more.” Simon looked at me incredulously.

“More? Bloody hell, you’re fucking insatiable.”

I grinned, standing up. I began licking his seed from my chin and lips, savoring the saltiness.

“Do you want to find out how insatiable and dirty I can be?” I asked huskily already knowing the answer. He moved backwards and fell into his chair but I could see him nodding, and he wore a great big smile on his face.

“When you’ve finished repairing my laptop, can you bring it round?” I asked raising my eyebrows suggestively. To make his decision easier, I winked at him and decided to blow his mind some more. Using my fingers to wipe the remains of his spunk from my face, I licked them clean one by one staring at him challengingly. Disbelief was the most appropriate word to use to describe how he looked at me.

I pulled up my sweats and looked down at is delicious cock, now flying at half-mast and made a promise to myself. I knew it was wrong but I was determined to have that thing fuck me before he was much older.

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