Thank you for approving and enjoying the cousins - Steff and Maya - in the first two chapters! In this chapter, their beloved aunt finds a young man to warm her bed, and starts a relationship of her own. Will it be as steamy as theirs? Find out with me.
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Rita walked into the kitchen to fix herself some lunch. Her session this morning was both unusual and uncharacteristic. Her right wrist and shoulder were feeling the strains from their overuse this morning, but the most noticeable sensation was the abuse of her own genitals.
The transition of Maya from a child to a woman was mysteriously having an impact on Rita as well, despite over twenty years of age gap. It was as if these twenty years had gone by in a blink, and anything worth remembering was the life before her marriage. With that frame of reference, it was difficult for Rita to hold any judgments or reprimands for Maya, as her own transgressions were far more scandalous compared to Maya, especially for those times.
Pursing through the contents of her fridge, Rita picked out her leftovers from the night before and put them in the microwave. As a self-confessed hygiene freak, she moved to the kitchen sink to wash up the kettle and cups from this morning.
(Knock on the door)
"Hello Mrs. S. Hope I didn't disturb you? My mother sent me over to see if you still needed help with your furniture."
"Dave! Not at all. I was just fixing myself some lunch. Come on in!"
Dave gave Rita a peck on the cheek, and followed her in. He was her best friends' son. In his final year at university, he had come home for a summer break. A little over six feet tall, his muscular build was evidence of his active sports participation in his soccer team.
"Have you grown taller? I seem like a midget in front of you!" Dave followed Rita into the kitchen, where the microwave was still beeping its completion.
"Would you like some water? It's scorching outside."
"Sure. I wouldn't mind a glass. Did I wake you up? You seem like you were taking a nap." Rita flushed with embarrassment. She was still dressed in her night gown, and the straps of her bra were falling over her shoulders. All of a sudden, she was conscious of not wearing any underpants, with her voluminous backside shaking under the sheer gown with every step she took.
"Oh yes. Wasn't feeling too well this morning. Here - hope it's not too cold for you." Rita handed over the glass to Dave, glad that her back was no longer facing the young lad.
"It's perfect, Mrs S." Dave wasn't really focusing on quenching his thirst. His eyes were feasting all over her ample cleavage, ducking under the pink night gown that was embellishing her whitish complexion. He had never thought of Rita sexually, until his friend had handed him his first porn flick at university, conspicuously titled My Mothers' Best Friend.
Rita was getting uncomfortable by his looks, as at her age, she was well aware of what boys his age visualized. If he wasn't her friends' son, he'd definitely not be allowed to stand this close to her.
"Thanks Mrs. S. I'm done. Where should I keep it?"
"Oh, I'll take it from you." No sooner had she reached out for the glass, their hands touched, and some sort of electricity went through her fingers. Rita smiled nervously at Dave and stepped back towards the sink to put the glass down with the other utensils.
"So, what's new at university? Your mom tells me you're in a seeing someone nice." Rita looked over her shoulder and playfully winked at Dave.
"She didn't! I should stop telling her stuff." Dave wasn't as much annoyed at his mother, as he was about his current girlfriend being brought in the middle of his age-old fantasy, standing right in front of him.
"You don't have to be shy. We discuss everything. So, tell me - what's she like?" Rita started rinsing the utensils, hoping that Dave would not be looking at her rear too intently.
"Well, since the cat is out of the bag - she's sweet, although a couple of years senior to me. We've been dating ever since my first year and her final year. She works at a local boutique, run by her father." Dave was parroting his usual description, whenever this topic came up. His eyes, however, were roaming all over her back, especially at every small wobble of her buttocks.
"That must be tricky though - the age gap? Does it matter to either one of you?" While the question was innocent, Rita recollected her own time at university, where she found a certain advantage dating boys younger than her.
"Well, I've always dated girls older than me. I feel age brings wisdom and experience, in every which way." Dave was hoping that Rita wouldn't catch his drift, but his words and their meaning were not lost on her. Checking her last utensil for any water stains, she carefully placed it with the others by the side of the sink.
Upon turning around, she noticed that Dave was still standing where she had left him and was looking a bit shifty.
"Dave, I've prepared chicken with rice. Would you like some?" Rita was conscious of not making eye contact with him, and the dead silence of the afternoon wasn't adding much distraction either.
"I'm good Mrs. S. I just had lunch before coming over. Why don't you tell me what you need to get done, and I'll get on with it while you have your lunch?"
"Good idea. Come to the room - it isn't much actually. I just need someone to help me move my cabinet from part of the room to the other."
