I have recently joined the 'twirlies'- pensioners who get on the local buses for free after 9.30 in the mornings. If the bus arrives at my stop at 9.29 I have to ask if I am too early...hence the nickname. The driver who asks for payment is always the loser as I call him a little Hitler and lambast him verbally at the front of the bus for a minute or so until it is freebie time...
This morning I am travelling to my daughter-in βlaw's with my plumbing tools at her request wondering why she just hadn't called a plumber. I guess she wants to keep me busy since my wife died last year. At least Mamie died happy in the knowledge all our kids had married and we had three lovely grandchildren from our two daughters. Our son had been a slow mover and at 30, still single and socialising only with his football mates, I had begun to wonder about his sexual orientation.
Then out of the blue arrived Nicole. She was petite, brunette, brown eyes, great tits and just drop dead gorgeous. My late wife had dug me in the ribs and told me to close my mouth when son Steve had first brought Nicole to meet us. Everyone loved her. She had been orphaned at thirteen by a car crash and raised by a maiden aunt who promptly sent her off to a convent boarding school to finish her education. Nicole was as beautiful on the inside as she was on the outside. She had studied to become a nurse and had treated our Steve after he had broken a few ribs playing soccer. A year later Nicole and Steve were married and everything in the garden was lovely.
Three years on, my wife is at peace and life revolves around my extended family. I stopped driving and use taxis or buses so I could have a few beers without having to worry about alcohol levels too much! My day dreaming was ended as I arrived at my stop.
I got off the bus and walked up the lane to their little cottage and rang the bell. There was no immediate answer so I wandered towards the rear of the building until I heard my daughter in law's voice calling me back to the front door. To my astonishment Nicole (the epitome of modesty) was wearing a loose white bathrobe and I was not able to avoid looking at her beautiful cleavage and seeing just a hint of a pink bra. . She kissed me on the cheek, took my jacket, made me a cup of tea and asked how I was and then I asked her to show me where the problems were with her washing machine and kitchen sink.
I tackled the machine first and soon unblocked the filter. Job done! Next was the leaky sink. I got down on my knees and soon found where the drip was coming from and had to get right under the steel bowl to tighten the leaking joint. As I did so Nicole said quietly and distinctly 'Would you consider having sex with me?' I could not believe my ears, started to get up, cracked my head on the underside of the bowl and knocked myself out.
I came to minutes later with my head cradled in Nicole's lap on the kitchen floor and found myself looking up at two beautiful breasts almost spilling out of the bra and wondered if I was in paradise. Nicole was in tears thinking I was badly hurt as I had cut my scalp. I soon put her mind at rest by asking for a whisky and dabbing her tears dry with my handkerchief.
I went into the lounge with her, took the scotch, swallowed it in one gulp and then motioned her to sit beside me on the sofa. The bump on my head throbbed a little but the bleeding had ceased. My mind was racing as I took her hand and asked her to repeat what she had said minutes earlier.
'I think you heard me first time' Nicole said.' I am serious and want to know your reaction'.
I said' You are my son's wife Nicole- what has gone wrong?
'Steve and I keep trying for a baby' she replied 'three years on and I feel desperate. We applied for fertility treatment but Steve's sperm count is too low. When we make love Steve suffers from premature ejaculation but you must never let on you know. I do not want just anybody's sperm and the closest to Steve's will be yours. Does the idea disgust you- am I so repellent?'
'Nicole you are the most attractive sexy female I have ever met. Mamie used to give me hell if she caught me even looking your way. I sometimes fantasised about you and what you would be like in bed but that is as far as it went. I am twenty five years your senior. You must realise I have always had great respect for you and Steve. What would he think?' I replied.
'Steve must never know' she said 'We both want a family and if I get pregnant by you then the child will have all the features and looks Steve will expect and never question the paternity. Are you going to help me?
I paused for a moment and thought about what Mamie would think about this. She was always the one with the cool head. Mamie is saying yes.
'Is this a no? Nicole asked tearfully as I took so long
'Mamie says go for it!' I replied. 'I always talk to her when I need advice. I feel sure she is up there watching over me. She wonders if I am still up for this sort of thing!'
'There is only one way to find out' whispered Nicole undoing her robe. It fell off her shoulders revealing the lacy bra and matching thong and I gasped at her loveliness. She stood up, took my hand and led me towards the bedroom. Sensing that I was a little nervous, Nicole suggested a shower and as I undressed in the bathroom I reflected on the situation. I showered for longer than normal and as I towelled myself Nicole appeared in the doorway.
'Need any assistance old man? she said smiling. 'I know this has come as a shock to you whereas I have been working up to this for months- I did not have the courage to ask you till now.'
'I feel like an oldish car that has been left in the garage a few years Nicole and I need a battery charge. I answered