PERHAPS YOU WONDER why some people came to marry a noticeably older partner and suspect there could be quite a story behind that lopsided union. Well here's one such story...
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CHAPTER 1
Yawning and pulling her wrap over her nude body before going into her adult son's room, Amelia Grant burst in without knocking and gasped. She'd expected Kelvin to be working on his second big-selling novel but instead he was stretched back on his swivel chair, PJ pants around his ankles, masturbating.
"Kelvin!"
"Oh hi mom. I'm still suffering writer's block so decided to amuse myself while in depression."
His mom hesitated and then offered, "Here let me finished you off darling."
Kelvin sighed as his mom rushed forward and moaned, "It's no use mom. I've even lost my ability to ejaculate."
A sexually under-performing husband had empowered Amelia to ignore submissive confessions of failure like that and that experience now crossed a generation. She bent over and licked the seven-inch length just the once, but dribbling copiously. She jerked her fist along the length once to collide brutally with the collar of the swollen purple helmet.
Reloading by sliding her hand back to hit the shaved area where most men have bushy hair, Amelia shot her hand forward with a tightening grip and almost decapitated his cock.
Magnificent success.
Kelvin's entire body jerked and his cock fired, sending a plume of semen into a high arc to splat against the computer screen. The other three diminutive shots did their best to ruin his keyboard.
In dual triumph, mother and son watched open-mouthed as the fluid slid grotesquely down the 22-inch screen but missed completely the wide-open slit of the huge image of a hairy vulva Kelvin had on-screen to give him ejaculating incentive.
In the way in which mothers support their offspring, his mom tousled his brown curly hair and said, "If you can shoot cum that far you can write novels. Go clean up in the shower and I'll clean up here."
"Don't lick the screen or keyboard mom. The screen could give you a static electricity shock and you might short-circuit the keyboard."
"Don't be so foul but thanks for the warming," his mom said, shooing him off.
An assistant professor of English in Chicago, Kelvin (36) had taken a year's sabbatical from his university to write two novels. 'Same-sex Bedroom Affairs' had been loosely based on Kelvin's knowledge of female tutors throughout his student and academic career. The heroine was cast as the principal of an exclusive girls' boarding school.
Completing the manuscript in eleven weeks and sending it to a publisher he knew, Kelvin received an acceptance within the week plus an advance of $15,000 to complete a second. His working title for that one was 'Life and Death of a Whore' and he sailed through the first three chapters... and then hit the wall. As he was writing the next chapter he realized he was tapping out crap.
Kelvin's parents tried to encourage him, without success, and his married sister Claire came home to do her bit and actually she was quite useful. She came up with the idea that Kelvin should walk away from his novel for a while and suggested he go on vacation to Aunt Jo in New Zealand.
A week later Kelvin's parents waved him off at O'Hare on his long journey deep into the South Pacific via LA. None of them had much idea about New Zealand and before she returned home Claire recalled someone once saying that country was twenty-five years behind America.
"Not all of America surely," his mom had said, thinking about some of the states she'd visited.
Kelvin was surprised when arriving in Auckland to see a very modern terminal with aircraft of Australia (Qantas) and Argentina, Emirates, Korean, Thai and Air Tahiti Nui hooked up to the terminal.
Aunt Jo came hurling at him. Kelvin had not seen her for six years, the last of her three visits to Chicago to see her family while he was growing up. Her daughter Ruby (20) and Mia (18) added their smear of lipstick on his cheek and like their mother had pressed their tits into him. He wondered which of the three he'd fuck and then optimistically thought he might strike it lucky with all three.
The girls from a supposedly backward country were dressed and made up as if they were straight off the Miracle Mile on Michigan Avenue.
"God you look sexy," Ruby said, running her tongue along her top lip.
"Ruby!" yelled her mother. "He's your cousin."
"So?" said Ruby and Mia chipped in, "Yeah mom, don't be a spoil sport."
At the carousel Jo pointed to a shocking pink bag and asked Kelvin was that his luggage. While the girls were holding each other laughing Jo said to Kelvin sternly, "You have to promise me you won't have sex with my daughters."
"Well okay. You are as bad as an American mother attempting to control the morals of her adult daughters."
"Well I am American," Jo said, turning on her half-forgotten accent.
Jo's car was a new near Mercedes C-class sedan, further evidence that the twenty-five years behind quote was a misnomer. After she dropped the girls off at their university Jo said they were short of bedrooms at present with both girls still living at home and her husband's mother was staying in the guest room following recent surgery.
"Brian and I own an investment apartment in the Trent Hotel and we have arranged for you to occupy that. You can come to us for as many meals as you wish."
"That's very nice of you. Mom wouldn't have let me come if she knew I was putting you out like this."
"But you don't mind putting me out?"
"No."
She said something under her breath that Kelvin thought sounded very much like 'fucking men'.
He moved immediately into power play to be a grateful nephew.
"You are very beautiful and far more fashionable than mom."
"Oh darling," Jo said, acting pumped up. "How lovely of you to say that. I gather from Amelia that you are with women all the time, that she's not even sure if you have male friends."
"I have a couple of buddies and of course many male acquaintances."
"Well you certainly know how to talk to a woman," cooed his aunt. "You will be aware that I'm only seven years your senior."
"Yeah and I would have thought at the look of you it might only be three years."
"Oh darling."
The three-level apartment wing of the three-star hotel had external entry access along verandahs and they passed a young woman sitting on a chair holding a very young sleeping baby.
Jo ignored the straight-hair blonde in a sundress who was showing great cleavage. Kelvin looked up from the breasts and said, "Hi, lovely morning."
"Indeed," she said, her voice sounding faintly familiar. Their eyes locked briefly and he followed the swinging butt of his aunt.
The apartment was like am extra spacious hotel suite.
"This is lovely."
"Thanks," said his aunt, running both hands down her sides and over her hips, Kelvin's eyes following those hands.
"Well what now?" Jo said, brushing imaginary dust off a breast.
Wondering why she suddenly appeared nervous, Kelvin stalled and said, "I have no idea."
"Do you need to sleep after that overnight long haul?"
"No I'm fine. Mom and dad upgraded my return ticket to business class so I slept most of the flight."
"Well in that case... Jo tailed off, he tongue running over her top lip.
She stood motionless, watching and waiting.
