Blearily, I made my way downstairs following the smell of eggs and bacon. I needed iron to shore up my sperm producing testicles. The two old girls, voluptuous Betty and her torpedo titted sister Jane had wrung me dry. I was almost insulted by the money pressed on me, but hey, business is business, no matter how much I was enjoying myself.
Mum – Miranda was just dishing up eggs and bacon. “Good grief, Allen, you look absolutely terrible. I’m sure you’re overdoing it. I’ll stay home today and look after you.” She came and hugged me caressing my hair to pat down stray locks. At the feel of her gorgeous body still in a nightgown against mine, my tired dick lurched.
I quickly turned and sat down and waited while she set the breakfast plate down before me. I opened my mouth to speak and it stayed open as I gaped at the lengthy cleavage she revealed by bending down. “I, I think you’re right Miranda,” I stuttered hurriedly putting my hands over my eyes to feign tiredness. “I’ll be alright. I’ll take a few days off and I’ll be as right as rain.” I bent to my breakfast, my brain buzzing with the strange lust I had suddenly felt for her. I mean, she is a gorgeous woman. Mid forties, tall, long legged and very curvy. Her dark haired good looks had not diminished with age but had in fact become more attractive as she mellowed. But then again, I had developed quite a penchant for older women recently.
“If you’re sure, darling. I’ll go and get ready then.” She turned and left and I watched her rolling buttocks barely sheathed in the nightgown pass through the door. I almost bit my tongue as it hardened. The thought of tracing her anal cleavage with my tongue leapt into my fuzzy brain. I shook my head and concentrated on building up my strength. Finishing breakfast, I put the answering machine on with a message that I was out of state and proceeded to spend the next three days restoring my strength. Meat, vegetables and zinc tablets galore. Miranda and I spent every night in watching DVD movies enjoying some wine side by side on the sofa. I knew I was fit and well when she came in on the third night and bent down to kiss me on the cheek. One tiny glimpse of her abundant cleavage and my cock instantly and painfully erected within the confines of my jeans. Good grief, my own mother!!
I took the answering machine off next morning shortly after mum left for work and it rang almost instantly. Crystal Croker said, “I’ve been ringing for the last three days, you bastard. Where have you been?”
“Out of town. Sick aunt. Get off my back, will you. Where does it say in our contract that I have to be available 365 days a year,” I demanded.
“Er, right. It’s just that we have a number of clients lined up. With the number of recommendations we are getting about you, we have had to talk our arses off to get clients to take other operatives. Now, when are you available?” Crystal demanded.
“Any time you like, darling,” said this ‘operative’, in a conciliatory manner, all silk and oily charm.
“Right,” she said, clearly seeing right through me, “I want you to go to the following address and see a Martha Williams. She gave Betty’s name as her referee. I must say, she doesn’t sound as if she knows what she wants. Very sort of timid. Still, you have to watch the quiet ones. Like you for instance.” She shrieked like a banshee and after I waited patiently for her to finish wetting herself, she eventually gave me the address. Crystal told me that Ms Williams was available every afternoon at 2pm and then rang off, still guffawing. Women are strange, strange creatures. They have vastly different humour genes.
I made my way over to the address and arrived just after two. It was a top floor penthouse in an apartment building in a neat and clean city neighbourhood. I was buzzed up by a quiet and cultured female voice. When the door opened, I looked straight ahead then down. She wasn’t a dwarf but she was mighty short – about four ten or eleven with rich, more red than auburn hair that hung down to the small of her back and tied in a pony tail. Her face had a round moon-like shape with a short pointy nose and freckles. Her solemn gray eyes looked at me through large rimmed glasses. She was mid to late forties and built like a brick shithouse. She was like two big beach balls surmounted on stout and solid thighs. Her muscular calves veered up from slim ankles but her knees were hidden by a plain shapeless blue dress that was done up to the neck. She looked every inch a school teacher who brooked no nonsense from her students.
“Are you Allen?” I nodded. The voice was very timid and her eyes refused to meet mine. I revised my opinion about her being a teacher. This mouse couldn’t stand up in front of a class of rowdy boys and girls and survive. “I’m Martha. Please, won’t you come in?” I followed her short waddling figure into a surprising vibrant living room with spectacular harbour views. Originals by well known artists adorned the boldly painted walls. She gestured to a plump couch and proceeded to pour what turned out to be a well made gin sling into glasses. She sat opposite me and crossed her tiny ankles, demurely pulling her skirt down.
“I’m afraid I don’t know what to do under these circumstances.” It was almost a whisper, her eyes downcast. “During my whole life, I have had only two liaisons and neither of them was satisfying.” She looked at me with those solemn gray eyes. “Aunt Betty told me you are very good at making women happy. Are you?”
“I love women, all sorts, all shapes and I thought all ages until recently. I find I really enjoy older women.” I thought I’d try to draw her out a bit. “Do you find me interesting?”
“You are tall, dark and handsome. Who wouldn’t? I’ve never really thought about my preference in men.” She wrinkled her nose and took a large swallow of gin sling. “I mean, well, if I had to choose, it would be somebody like you. Aunt Betty told me what you looked like and I have to admit I was intrigued.” She gulped her drink down and looked at me. “What now?”
“Let’s have a couple more drinks, you need to relax.”
“Even one is too much for me. I’m feeling light headed now.”
