Ava Finds a Replacement

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Every time Ava thought it over the doubt grew a little stronger. She knew it had been several years since she'd seen Cameron, and the last time she saw him, almost five years ago now, he was a skinny, gangly adolescent, going on 14. She knew it to be pure folly to think he would look (or act) the way he had at that time. He'd just played in a soccer game, on the losing side: by the shade trees in the park he scowled and pouted, his cheeks florid in the summer humidity. He snapped at his stepdad Tom when he tried to commiserate. Ava thought him quite ill-mannered.

At the time, Tom had already been the special friend and partner to Ava for several years. He submitted to her discipline that was only half play, the other half developing into an quirky, unspoken devotion. He abased himself on his knees and took her abusive language and absorbed his corporal punishment while their excitement grew, culminating in lovely, passionate moments, and enduring love. Loyalty, love, physical fulfillment -- all these softened Ava toward Tom, and their formal dominant-and-submissive sessions gradually disappeared, until their relationship resembled that of any other mature couple, with one difference: Tom was now approaching 50, and Ava was more than 25 years his senior.

No one is immune from the effects of advanced age: Ava needed a cane to get around, even inside her home. The doctors used the term "neuropathy"; she didn't really care, she just knew that her legs gave her stabbing pain whenever she tried to do anything -- stand, walk, climb stairs -- in her darker moments she resented, even railed against, these things that millions of others took for granted.

Ava wandered in her halting way through her front parlor, glancing at what each table had, as if she didn't know it all by heart. Tom was bringing his stepson around for her to meet; he'd said all the right things about him--his youth, his willingness to learn, his good health, and in Tom's humble opinion, good looks. The charge in her gut she felt from time to time surprised her; she was never one to get nervous in such a situation. More likely, it was excitement about changes in her life, about purposely knocking her daily routine off track. Ava wouldn't say that she didn't feel nerves at all, there were some low-level feelings of anticipation, but she also knew that the new boy might be feeling overwhelmed with nerves -- not necessarily a bad thing.

She paced around the house -- in truth she was nervous, not that either of her male guests would ever see or sense that. Maybe she'd let them see some excitement. The third or fourth time she took a casual inventory of her living room, she grew exasperated with herself, commanded herself to sit on the couch, and wait like the mature, self-possessed woman she was. After all, she knew they wouldn't be late; Tom knew better than that.

And he did. He pulled into her driveway just before the appointed time. Ava kept her seat. She was not some flighty woman who would anxiously stand at the window to get an early glimpse of Tom's stepson. Tom used his key to come in the front door, and that's when she first saw Cameron. She suddenly felt her world turn inside out -- only a few times in her life had she seen such beauty in a man. Upright, a few inches taller than Tom, square-shouldered and very shapely of torso, his pale blue eyes and sandy-blond hair were lovely, a perfect combination. By contrast Tom's thinning hair seemed colorless, and his body stooped. Certainly this was an unfair comparison. Young Cameron wore a sky blue polo shirt which showed off his taut body and a pair of tight jeans that were very becoming. 'My goodness' were the only words that came to her mind. Her eyes roamed over this fabulous specimen, going endlessly over his shapely forearms, his perfectly shaped shoulders, his beautiful soft-looking hair, the manly shape of his face, his brow, his hands, his wonderful slim waist. She hadn't seen him smile yet; seeing a man's smile could make or break his look for Ava, but his face was symmetrical and he had an alertness about him -- a very good start.

Introductions and baggage out of the way, Ava had the two men sit. "Cameron? Is that the name you go by?"

"Yes, ma'am," he said, "Cameron or just Cam."

"For now I will address you as Cameron," she said, "and you will address me as Miss Ava."

"Yes, Miss Ava." She acknowledged this with a lightning-fast smirk and a nod.

"What has Tom told you about the position?"

Cameron shifted in his seat and cleared his throat. "Uh, he said that there were repairs and upkeep to be handled..." He paused. "And that the job might be long term."

"We'll return to that issue," she said sternly. "What are your current living arrangements, and how do you get around? I notice you arrived with Tom in his car."

"I have an arrangement at the dorm for the summer. I've been accepted at the college, and Dad worked out an arrangement where I'm allowed to stay through the third week of August in exchange for janitorial service."

In his short pause, she pressed, "And transportation?"

"Ah -- I have my bike to get around where I need to go," he said. "I don't need to do much traveling, and it's only six miles from the dorm to your house, Ma'am."

"That seems convenient," she said, "since I don't tolerate tardiness." She asked Cameron about what his plans were for his first year at the university -- did he have a plan for what he would study, did he have special interests in subjects, would he have to break up with his girlfriend to attend school.

"Um," he said, "no girlfriend."

"What?" she asked, surprised. "A young man with your looks and good manners? Are you excessively shy?"

"I guess..." he started. "There are a few girls that always kind of hung around and wanted to talk."

She asked, "And you never asked any of them out?"

"I went out a few times," Cameron said, "but other than some making out at the movies and stuff, nothing much came of it. A couple just wanted me to...pet them, to touch them..."

"Mmm...so you're unattached and ready for college," Ava said. "That's good, because I will not tolerate your bringing any young women around here for misbehavior. You understand me?" Learning he had so little experience changed her view of him. He somehow seemed more intriguing.

"Of course, ma'am."

After a pause for emphasis, she said, "We will discuss my requirements as to tasks to be completed. I have very particular ideas about what's to be done and in what order."

"I understand, ma'am."

This "ma'am" business -- she approved of it, took it as a good sign.

"Good!...The maintenance items don't present a challenge. Simple applications of lubricating oil, tightening of hinges, replacement of locks. Obviously for more major repairs we will retain professionals and you will act as my representative with them. I will detail my requirements in each case. Do you understand?"

"Yes, ma'am."

She paused. "Your answers are glib, I must say. I hope you have at least a little bit of experience living in and taking care of a house."

"I do, Miss Ava," he said. "I won't disappoint you."

At this, Ava grunted and raised an eyebrow. "Tom," she said, "why don't you take Cameron around the outside of the house and show him a few of the things he'll be expected to maintain, including especially the shed." To them both, she said, "How you handle assignments and your general attitude and comportment will decide whether you can fill the position over the long term."

She watched through the windows as Tom showed the young man around. She found it easy to be stern with him, perhaps because it was exciting to have him in the same room. Tom and Ava had settled into a melancholy rut after getting the news that he had to move to another city. At first Tom searched for solutions to their apparently impossible situation, eagerly offering one unworkable solution after another. This was darling Tom to a 'T'. Ava had never met someone so eager to please her. But eventually they both faced the inevitability of the separation.

Was Cameron the final proof of his love? That he would potentially hand him over to her care was a powerful statement, speaking volumes about his trust in her, his admiration for her principles, and the hope that Cameron would thrive under her tutelage.

She watched them in serious conversation the middle of her side yard, beneath the shade of an imposing maple, through which she could just see the neighboring house beyond the hedge and driveway. She wondered if the young man needed convincing. She hoped she'd been stern enough during their first meeting, but not too stern. She wouldn't want to show any weakness or inconsistency at the outset of their relationship, that wouldn't do at all.

Ava knew she would take Cameron under her wing. She knew that the first instant she laid eyes on him. And she imagined the gorgeous young man having the same submissive nature as his stepdad, and immediately felt her wetness flow. The outgrowth of this was that she also knew that she would be especially careful bringing him along, and take her time, but be relentless so that she could finally have him completely. When they re-entered the house, Tom gave Ava a positive nod: it seemed all was settled.

She had Tom show Cameron how to set the table for lunch, and help with its preparation. She'd planned the tasks to assign him -- easy ones, like slicing the watermelon, preparing and tossing the salad, and cleanup after. He was obviously more familiar with cleanup than any of the rest of it, but seemed willing to learn. He fetched her cane when she asked; there must have been some sign between Tom and Cameron because as Ava struggled to a stand, the younger man was directly at her elbow providing support. As he stood so closely she became aware of his arm, his shoulder, his warmth, even his scent -- he was so distracting, her breathing sped up a little and she took a little extra time to stand, so that his hands would remain on her arm, and steady her longer with his hand on her back.

When they left, she'd given Cameron his instructions to report back at 8:00 the next morning. She held his hand in hers, shaking it, and pulled him into a hug; he stiffened up, his hands at his sides.

Quietly, she told him, "You know, I've always been very attracted to kind men. The fact that you'll be here for me just means so much! I'm looking forward to your arrival tomorrow, Cameron, so we can get started on your training." She hugged him, and as she let him go, kissed him lightly on his neck.

After he left, she noted his lack of reaction to her kiss. Ava knew he wouldn't be attracted to her -- after all, she was approaching her 77th birthday, had an old lady's short white hair, heavy legs on which she wore support hose up to her knobby knees, and she needed a cane to get around; her body was shapeless, definitely on the heavy side, she had an extra chin, and was a little stooped. Her hand drifted to her crotch, however, as she thought about having this perfect young specimen; she pulled her knit pants down and felt her copious wetness. Moving with unusual quickness, she made it to her easy chair, stripped out of her slacks, and gave herself a grunting, shuddering climax in less than a minute. She'd set her sights on having a man around the house, after her years with Tom, someone with manners, looks, and staying power. If they were inexperienced, she knew she would take endless delight in training them to her specifications. It was a lot easier if her acolyte willingly submitted to her demands. She had high hopes for Cameron. And several more orgasms through the afternoon and evening anticipating his arrival in the morning.

As Ava sat in her living room with her morning tea, she watched Cameron ride up to the front steps with almost fifteen minutes to spare. She took a sip of her morning tea and watched him over the rim of her cup as he parked his bike. He wore a pale green t-shirt and jeans. He crossed the porch, disappearing from view for an instant, and the doorbell rang. "Come in!" she called out.

Cameron came in carrying a backpack.

She said, "Good morning, Cameron."

"Good morning, Miss Ava."

"I note your punctuality. I am glad you can honor commitments; let's see if you can make it a habit," she said. "What did you bring in your backpack?"

"Uh," Cameron said, and looked at her for a brief moment. "I brought a change of clothes, and some lunch."

"We didn't speak about providing lunch," Ava said. "I didn't think it was necessary. You'll be spending extensive hours here so of course I will provide a midday meal, and any others that become necessary. Bringing a change of clothes shows some forethought." She thought to mention that he could leave some clothes here at her house, but left that for later. This was his first day, after all. "Put your food away in the refrigerator. You can put your backpack in the spare bedroom."

Ava took Cameron out to the shed, which he reviewed closely. Ava knew it was in pretty good shape. There were no rotting boards, no wasps' nests, and the roof tiles were in good shape. Inside, though, she showed him a tangle of yard machinery, hoses, shovels, some odd netting, extension cords, and among other things, a work bench with a vise affixed to it. Ava stood with him and directed his work, which mostly consisted of rearranging the crowded space, finding some items to discard, like moldy tarps, twine, broken gas cans, a rusty, dilapidated grass rake. She directed him closely, in some cases micromanaging him, but on his first day, he didn't question it. When they emerged from the shed to assemble the refuse, Ava grabbed Cameron's arm and leaned into him, resting her head to his shoulder. She said, "Oh! Cameron, I'm feeling quite dizzy." She gasped for her breath. "Please help me to the tree." He put an arm around her and guided her to the trunk of a maple. Progress was slow, with her cane, and halfway there she put an arm around Cameron's waist. "Here we are," she said. "Please be a dear and bring me a lawn chair from the mudroom there, behind the garage. There's a sweet boy."

"Are you going to be okay until I get back?"

"Yes, darling," she said, putting a hand to the back of his neck. She smiled. "I'll be fine." She held his neck, and rubbed her thumb lightly along his cheek. He hustled back with the canvas lawn chair and she indicated where she wanted it. As he helped her into it, she wrapped an arm around his waist again, and held him in a hug before she gently sat her bulk down.

"Now, dear Cameron," she said, "another favor." He dropped to a knee before her and her breath caught. She looked deeply into his wide, remarkable blue eyes, drinking in his eagerness to help her. Her hand went to his shoulder. "You will find a dishtowel in the drawer in the kitchen. If you could moisten it with cold water and bring it back to me, that would be very nice." She held him in place there, on his knee. "And bring me a glass of water, could you?" She released him, off he went, her knight errant, and she sat musing over this gorgeous boy. His sweetness warmed her, made her glow.

He brought back the damp towel and the glass of water. Ava took the water and raised her chin. She made no move to take the cloth. She said, "Now, Cameron, if you fold that towel in half and place it on my neck and throat, that would be grand." He hesitated an instant, then did as she said. He got the top of her tank top wet, and she said, "Mmm, that feels good, Cameron. Just pull the shirt away from my chest, you can place the towel lower, near my breasts." She leaned back in the chair and dropped her head backward, offering him her throat to his attention.

"Mmm, kind boy," she murmured. "Sweet helpful boy." She reached for his hand and held it as he stood nearby. She felt her arousal grow as he stood there, hand in hand.

She let go after a half minute and there they remained for several minutes, silent. Finally she extended her hands to his arm and stood up. She leaned in close to him again, and Cameron stood awkwardly, shying away from her closeness and touch. She made a point then of holding his arm closely and leaning her head on his shoulder. She also made sure their progress was slow. She wished she'd told him to take off his t-shirt, but...tomorrow was another day.

Cameron arrived punctually again the next day, and after supervising the last clean-out and rearrangement of the shed, she gave him the mowing and trimming job, and for that, she mentioned how much more comfortable Cameron would be wearing just his gym shorts and sneakers. She insisted he wear sunscreen.

She stood nearby as he slipped his shirt off near the shed, and just...drank it in. Being up so close to those lovely pectorals, and seeing his abdominal ridges, and the low shorts nearly exposing his hips -- she was drawn to him magnetically, and gave no thought to stepping away. He started to spread the sunscreen on his arms and shoulders. She took the tube, carefully knelt down to spread it on his legs. His gym shorts were quite short, but she rubbed the lotion at the tops of his thighs, going up and under the shorts, even giving the lower swell of his ass one or two strokes, as though it were nothing. (It thrilled her to breathlessness, although she did what she could to hide it from him.) She moved to his back and started covering him with the sunscreen. She worked on his neck and his back, and having noticed that he neglected his stomach area, brought some of the ointment around his sides and spread it on his lower abdomen. She thrilled standing this close to him, touching his youthful firm body, its warmth, the curves of his leg muscles, his arms, with the beginning of their definition. Having her hands on him drove her arousal, even more than she expected. Her idea that she would restrain herself quickly evaporated and she simply indulged her hands, letting herself go on the feel of his skin. She was wet and warm enough that she had a hard fight against the image of trapping him face up in the grass beneath her and just...riding him to a handful of smashing orgasms. She kept reminding herself, "Another day, another time. You'll have him soon enough."

She sat in the shade of her back porch and watched every step that Cameron made. She shook her head a little at her luck. She knew she would get this perfectly formed boy, all beautiful potential, and mold him to a stunning companion and sex toy. She spent most of the day wet and aroused thinking about it.

Cameron walked back and forth with the lawnmower and finally started on a section of yard Ava couldn't see from the porch. She watched him from a window; oh my god, now his skin was glistening from sweat. She went out into the heat of the day and watched. He'd started edging the yard, which, compared to mowing, was slower and more tedious. He was about to start a long length of driveway when she hobbled out to him with a pair of safety goggles.

"Cameron!" He stopped and looked at her. She said, "You need eye protection before doing the edging." She put a hand on his sheen of his upper arm. She couldn't help herself.

He frowned. "Okay," he said, "but I've never used them before. I mean, this edger has a pretty good shield on it."

"I know," Ava Said, "but humor an old woman. I need to insist. Besides, I'm in charge of your safety, and you're not getting hurt on my watch."

Ava exercised her authority -- in the kitchen, in the yard, around the house. Cameron was easy. He cleared the table after meals, helped with slicing vegetables, checking meat temperature, doing good work in the yard. His submissive nature got to Ava. Each request, each direction, he followed, complying like an angel, Ava felt she was counting down the time when she would have him naked, performing like a good submissive puppy in her bedroom.