I woke up Sunday morning a lot earlier than I expected.
I looked at my alarm, it was six o'clock.
I heard someone shuffling about, on the landing.
I lay there for about ten minutes, trying to get back to sleep.
When I couldn't, I got up. I needed a piss away.
I saw Dad at the foot of the stairs. He was packing his fishing tackle.
He saw me too.
"Sorry I woke you." He said as quietly as he could.
"Got an early start. We're fishing at Ponders today. I have to go soon, to make it by seven... Want to get a few hours in, if Im going to be back for lunch at two."
"No problem." I said.
I noted that he was giving me the same sort of information he would to Mum.
I hoped he didn't think I was a chip off her block.
He was definitely under the thumb though.
Sunday dinner was always 2pm sharp, and he had be better not keep Mum waiting.
"Have a good one." I said and headed for the bathroom.
I was still awake fifteen minutes later, when I heard the front door close, and a few moments later, the car pull away.
After that I was out like a light, until the alarm went off at eight.
Normally I like a lazy Sunday, but I too, had the edict to be ready for lunch by two.
I wanted to spend as much time with Gran.... with Bunty, as possible.
I came down for breakfast. Mum was already up and about, preparing food.
"Late night last night?"
"No, I was back about eleven I think." I said. Waiting for the further questions that I knew were inevitable.
"Early for you."
"Yes." I said. "Wasn't planning on going, I was probably right first time."
"Oh?"
That single syllable hung there. It required a response.
"Yes, a few people from work. A bit dull. But thought I'd better show my face."
Mum didn't know any of my work colleagues, so I was safe on that score.
She changed tack. Onto safer ground.
"What did Mum want last night?"
God, she thought she was subtle.
I burned inside. I so wanted to say.
"Well, you see, she wanted my big hard cock. She wanted it in her tight, hairy cunt. What do you think about that then, mum?"
Instead, I merely said.
"Her laptop isn't working right. I think it needs to update."
"You couldn't fix it over the phone then?"
Did I sense glee there?
Gran might have a laptop and surf the internet, but she doesn't know how it works.
"No." I said, casually.
"It's difficult to know the exact problem on the phone." I added.
"If I've got time, I might pop over this morning and take a look."
I might not need the garden excuse just yet.
Unfortunately, that set her off.
"I see she's got you as her slave already. Running to sort out her problems, whenever she calls."
How quick I was to lie.
"As I said. If I got time. I'm in no rush to go."
"Good." Said mum
It's funny. Before she was desperate for me to go and spy.
I made a note to ask Gran if anything new had occurred.
I casually finished my breakfast.
How could I go? Easy. Convince my mother that it was her idea.
"Besides, she clearly doesn't want us dropping by unannounced, so, maybe I'd better not." I said.
I let that one sink in, as I helped myself to another cup of tea.
She didn't mention it again until I had showered and was sitting watching television.
"You planning to watch tv all day?"
"Not much else to do." I said.
"Well, you could make yourself useful. Pop round Grans and fix her computer, and find out if she's going to go to Avril's wedding."
Avril was a distant cousin. Mum, as always, didn't have much in the positive to say about her.
I guess she wanted to give the impression that she wanted to know who was going before committing herself.
I knew better.
Of course she was going. My mother never missed an opportunity to lord it over the family.
"Okay." I said, puffing out my cheeks.
Best to underplay it.
"Lunch is at two. Be back in time."
I looked at my watch.
"It's not even ten yet, it shouldn't take that long." I said, as I shuffled out. On this errand, that I was doing "under protest."
As I turned out of my road, my slow meandering turned to a joyful positive gait.
I don't know how I didn't run, I was so eager.
I rang her doorbell, just after ten.
Not too early, not too late.
"Who is it?" I heard from behind the door.
"It's me, Kenny."
The door opened, and I went in.
"Just checking. Might have been awkward,if it was someone else." Gran said.
The door was closed and locked behind me.
Gran was standing there in her house coat again.
"I've been waiting for you. For a moment, I thought you'd come to your senses and wouldn't show."
There was a hint of sadness in that statement.
"But here you are, and I'm so glad."
She, obviously, had things she wanted to get off her chest, so I let her speak.
"What we've done is so terrible, but also so wonderful."
She paused, struggling to find the words.
"Fuck! I had this all rehearsed, but now I'm a mess."
She took a deep breath.
"It's not too late to stop, but I don't want to."
"Neither do I." I said.
"Good." She said.
And that seemed to be the end of it, as far as she was concerned.
It was the same for me too.
I was beginning to feel awkward just standing in the hallway, talking.
"I logged onto the sex chat this morning.". She said.
"I was feeling so randy."
I liked where this was going.
"It killed my mood."
Maybe not.
"I spoke to a couple of men and it was awful. The buzz has gone. I realised, I don't need that fantasy anymore, when I can have it in reality."
She smiled.
"If that's what you really want?" She said.
"I do." I replied, earnestly.
"I don't want to be Bunty the sex worker. I want to be Bunty the real life lover."
"That's what I want." I said, eagerly.
"I've got a present for you. I'm hoping you'll like it." She whispered, seductively.
"I'm sure I will."
"Make yourself comfortable on the sofa. I'll be a few minutes."
I did as I was told. Gran... Bunty disappeared upstairs. She was gone for a good ten minutes, during which I sat as nervously as if I was waiting for a dentist appointment.
She appeared in the doorway. Still wearing the housecoat.
She was now wearing a pair of black shiny heels.
"Jesus fucking Christ." I muttered.
She unbuttoned the house coat, letting it fall at her feet.
She stood, hands on her hips.
"You look so fucking sexy." I stammered.
She was dressed in a black basque. It was struggling to contain her large breasts and belly.
The smallest black g string. Her bush poking out of each side.
Matching black stockings and suspenders, a pink garter on her left thigh and the black heels.
"So, you can't wait to get some of this?"
I assumed the question was rhetorical.
"You want to get that hard cock in Bunty?"
"God, yes!" I moaned.
She proceeded to sway in the centre of the room.
Provocatively, running her hands from her hips to her breasts, and back again. Dancing to a tune only she could hear.
She cupped her breasts, leaning over so that they hung in front of me.
.
She stayed out of reach, teasing me.
I could have got off the sofa and joined her, but I understood the rules of this game.
"Get naked for me " She called.
"I want to see your firm young body."
She turned her back on me, as I began undressing.
She slapped both arse cheeks, leaving temporary red marks on both.
The g string at the back was so thin it had disappeared between the cheeks of her arse.
I was mesmerized by her slow, sexy gyrations.
She turned to face me again. Pushing the straps of the basque down her shoulders.
"You look so beautiful." I purred, stroking my cock.
"Thank you." She responded coquettishly.
She couldn't take her eyes off my cock.
"You're so hard." She moaned. "It's making my cunt so wet."
Her fingers strayed down to her flimsy g string and she began firmly rubbing her pussy through the material.
She opened her legs, slightly bending her knees. One hand on her crotch the other pulling her hair.
Caught up in the moment, I said.
"Fuck yourself, you dirty slut."
Instantly, I paused. Had I gone too far?
Her reply suggested not.
"Would you like that?"
She was pulling the g string tight against her cunt. Her hips moving in a slow deliberate circle.
The thin cloth was getting narrower, disappearing between her lips.
The underwear was tied in a knot on her hip It gave way easily as she stretched it.
She let it fall to the floor.
She couldn't keep her hands off her body. Stroking her thighs, provocatively running her fingers through her hair. Raising her breasts and squeezing them together.
She reached between her thighs and began pulling her lips.
"I am so fucking horny." She growled at me.
Her hands were on the move again.
Up to her breasts, hooking them out of the basque..
Massaging them and tweaking her nipples.
It wasn't long before she was back between her open legs.
Eyes closed, concentrating on herself.
All this time I watched. Silently, engrossed in what I was witnessing.
Her lips opened easily. Pink flesh amongst the matted wet hair.
Fingers working her clit as she writhed.
Her breathing was getting deeper, her subtle moans louder.
One, then two fingers inside. Deep. Making sloppy noises as they went in and out. Stretching her.
She was cumming. Circular motions on her clit becoming more pronounced, more aggressive.
