JOHN.
John woke up late, but it was no problem as it was a Saturday and he didn't have to go to work this weekend. He had overslept a bit because last night had been his eighteenth birthday and he had been out with a few friends celebrating.
Luckily he never suffered from hangovers so although a bit tired he was otherwise ok. Feeling the now familiar ache in his cock he resigned himself to his morning wank.
He had tried often to ignore his cock's demands but if he didn't see to it then he would think of nothing else all day but girls. Once he had come he would feel the welcome relief and relaxation of all his muscles that was the good side of masturbation.
The bad side was the recognition that although he was now officially a man he had still never had sex with a girl.
John was an apprentice engineer and as such was in a predominantly male world. The walls of the factory were covered in pinups of naked women, some with their legs wide open and leaving nothing to the imagination. Most of the banter between the engineers was about who they fancied in the office and who had fucked who lately.
Like most lads he tried to give the impression that he had plenty of girlfriends and was quite a man of the world, but unfortunately he was just to shy to approach any of the girls he fancied, and too honest to pretend to fancy the ones he didn't.
However before he could commence his relief, he heard his mother coming up the stairs towards his room.
'Come on John, get up quick, you promised to help me this morning,' she shouted through his bedroom door before returning to the kitchen. To take his mind off he sexual problems he tried to remember what it was that he had to do that day.
Oh yes, he remembered that he had promised to help his mother's old friend Auntie Mabel move in to her new house just up the road from theirs.
He had never met her, apparently she wasn't really his Aunt but was just a very old friend of his mother's sister and after being widowed a few years ago had downsized into a small flat close to his mother for company.
He got up, washed and dressed and ran down to the kitchen. His mother Doreen, who had been up since 7am made him some tea and toast and then they both left the house and walked the few hundred yards to the flat.
MABEL.
The removal men had just driven away and the first thing john noticed was a woman bending over a box in the garden. She was wearing a pair of denim shorts, a tee-shirt, and a big floppy hat and he noticed that she had a lovely little bum.
'Who is that?' he asked his mum as they went through the gate. His mum ignored him as she walked right up to the woman and lightly smacked her on the bottom.
'Hello trouble, here we are at last, I've brought you a strong pair of arms to do the heavy lifting so you don't need to lift that box anywhere'. The woman straightened up and turned to face them with a welcoming smile on her face.
She was about five foot tall and although generally slim she had a well-developed bust under the tee-shirt.
He realised that although from the rear she looked like a young woman, her beautiful heart shaped face belonged to a mature worldly-wise woman. Her eyes were a stunning deep blue and they focused on john as he stood by the gate.
'Hello Dor, lovely to see you, who is this fine young man?' she asked smiling at John. 'This is my son John, John this is your Auntie Mabel'. Introduced his mum. 'For heaven's sake Dor. You make me feel old, Auntie indeed, 'just call me May, John' she replied shaking his hand and looking up at him with a smile.
From his height advantage he looked down at her and his eyes were drawn involuntarily to where the top of her loose tee-shirt had gaped open and was giving him a partial view of two firm large breasts.
Like most teenagers he was transfixed for a few seconds before he noticed May was still shaking his hand which had the effect of making her breasts wobble in a most disturbing way.
To his horror he felt his unruly cock stiffen in his pants and he could feel his face going red. ' Nice to meet you he stammered'.
'I can see that' she replied with a mischievous grin and turned and walked towards his mother who was waiting just inside the door of the flat for them.
John used the few seconds when they were both looking the other way to put his hand into his pants and adjust his cock so it didn't stick out so much.
His mother had gone into the flat and was moving things about in the small kitchen, but May had stopped at the front door and to John's further embarrassment she seemed to be observing him in the reflection of the glass panels in the door.
She turned to him with a smile and said, ' when you have sorted yourself out John, could you bring in that box of things marked for the kitchen please'. She then joined his mum in the kitchen, while he located the box required and brought it in to them.
They spent most of the morning settling her in and John found himself really liking May, he found her charming and witty and gradually relaxed in her company until he felt that he had known her for ages.
After a tea break during which his mum quizzed May about her life before coming to the village, John learned that she had been married to a wealthy businessman who had spent a lot of the time travelling around the world for a big oil company. Sometimes he would take May with him to exotic places, but more often she was left behind in England. He had died in Bahrain and his body was flown back to England for burial a few years ago.
May had been alone in their big house in Berkshire until she had finally decided to move closer to her friends and family.
May had a lovely melodious voice and John found himself empathising with her as she spoke of her childhood and amusing anecdotes of her life as a teenager and a young woman.
John noticed that there was no mention of children in her stories and he also noticed that his mum avoided asking about any.
FIRST MOVES.
As they finished up in the lounge May asked john to take a box of bits up to the room that she would be using as a her bedroom. He carried the large box carefully upstairs negotiating the narrow stairs with care lest he dropped it and finally lowered it onto the double bed that he had previously assembled.
The box however gave up the ghost when it hit the bed and its contents spilled out over the covers.
He gave a resigned sigh and started to gather up the bits and pieces into a neat pile. Suddenly he noticed that he was holding in his hand what appeared to be a copy of his cock.
It was slightly bigger than him at full size and seemed to be made of a soft latex that felt rather nice and warm in his hand. Although a virgin he knew from stories told to him by the older engineers that this was a vibrator, and women used them to make themselves orgasm.
A picture of May lying on her back stark naked with this thing thrust up her cunt flashed unbidden into his mind and instantly his cock sprang again into full erection.
