Aunt Mary's Foot Job Ep. 02

This is the continuation of

AUNT MARY'S FOOT JOB

If you haven't read the first part of this story, I strongly suggest you do so in order to understand why and how things happened as they did.

Thanks to oldnakeddad for editing this story.

************

As I laid in bed, I still couldn't believe it. The events were still spinning in my head, making it very hard to fall asleep, as I kept remembering everything that'd happened between Mary and me. In the end, I was so exhausted because of what we did, I fell asleep and didn't awake until noon, the next day.

After I finally woke, I went into the bathroom to shower, clean-up and get dressed before going downstairs to get something to eat, but for some reason, there wasn't anyone home. I went into the kitchen, glanced towards the counter and saw a piece of paper left there with a note. It was from my mom, 'Sweetie, your dad and I went shopping, then we plan to go to the movies, so get yourself something to eat and enjoy your day. We'll be back later.'

I was annoyed because I wanted to ask my mom to make me Mac 'n' Cheese, her's is the best I've ever tried. I wasn't in the mood to eat cereal at that time of the day so I thought I'd go out and get something to eat, but before going, I went to the living room and sat on the couch. I started to smile as I remembered the events of last night, again. It was still hard to believe, but I knew it wasn't a dream and I was very happy about it.

I took my phone from my pocket, turned on the screen and thought, 'I should call Mary' so I did. I had her number in my my starred contacts so I only had to click her name as soon as I hit the phone app. I did and her phone started to ring. I was very excited to talk to her, but sadly, she didn't answer my call.

Ten minutes went by and I thought, 'Maybe she can't take the call. I'll try a text message.' I clicked on my WhatsApp shortcut and found her conversation, then I texted, 'Hi, Mary, how are you?' Again, I didn't get any response and I started to get frustrated because she wouldn't answer. When I left, last night, she didn't seem upset with me. I waited for another fifteen minutes as I sat on the couch, still remembering the events of last night. Then my phone vibrated...it was Mary!

Mary: I can't talk right now.

Rick: What? Why? Is something wrong?

Mary: I just can't. Don't push it, please? We'll talk later.

Rick: OK.

I was confused! Why would she sound so annoyed with me? That's never happened before. Seeing her response, I knew there was no point in continuing to try talking to her, so I did as she asked and stopped. I grabbed my car keys and went out for food. It was a sunny and hot afternoon. My car's air conditioner worked perfectly, but though it was set as cold as possible, the cool air inside the car didn't feel as cold as usual.

I felt like going to KFC. I wanted something quick and nice so I drove to the closest one, parked the car, got out and walked into the KFC. There weren't a lot of people in it and I was glad because I wasn't going to have to wait too long before I could finally eat.

When it was my turn to order, I asked for a three piece combo with Mac 'n' Cheese and a coke. Their Mac 'n' Cheese isn't as good as my mother's, but it was better than no Mac 'n' Cheese at all. Finally, my food was ready and I took it to a table. I was so hungry, I started eating my food, fast. The Mac 'n' Cheese was very good that afternoon. Then something I wasn't expecting, at all, happened. Mary texted me, again!

Mary: Rick, I'm sorry. I couldn't talk. Are you busy, right now?

Rick: It's OK. I'm at KFC getting something to eat. I think Mom and Dad went out on a date and I had to eat something. I was starving.

Honestly, I didn't know what was going on but I tried to keep my cool by not pushing for answers. If there's anything I hate, it's when girls become moody, for whatever reason, and then they want you to pay for it. So, I thought it'd be better to let her talk when, and if, she wanted. If not, I wasn't going to bug her. I wanted to see if she wanted to talk about or tell me how she felt about last night.

I wanted her to start seeing me as more than her nephew. I knew it was going to take some time, but I was willing to wait because Mary was worth the effort and the waiting. She was the girl of my dreams and I was going to do whatever I could to make sure I had her with me in the end. She continued texting me.

Mary: Well, that's cute. I mean your parents...you know, going on a date after so many years of marriage.

Rick: Yeah, I'm happy they still love each other so much. Sometimes, they act as teenagers. As if they're kids that have recently fallen in love with each other. I hope they continued like that forever because they make each other happy and that makes me happy.

Mary: Yeah, I understand why you feel that way.

We were making small talk and I started to enjoy my food, properly. I was eating it way too fast before she started texting me. I'd started taking my time and I wanted to see where our conversation was going.

Rick: So, how are you?

Mary: I'm not in the best mood and I'm upset because I let you have it when you didn't do anything wrong, so I wanted to let you know I'm sorry.

Rick: It's OK. Don't worry, we all have bad moments.

I wanted her to talk to me about last night but she was completely avoiding it so I decided to encourage it.

Rick: That doesn't apply to last night at all.

Mary: You couldn't resist, could you?

Ricky: Resist what?

Mary: Bringing it up.

Rick: I'm not going to apologize for enjoying the best evening of my entire life with the woman I love.

She stopped texting for a few minutes, which gave me time to finish my food. I thought, 'Maybe she's upset about what I wrote', but I was going for broke. All or nothing. I finished my food, grabbed a refill of coke and walked out to my car. Before I got in, my phone vibrated, again. I knew it was her!

Mary: I'm confused. I don't regret what we did, but...maybe we should talk. Can you come to my house?

Rick: Mary, I'd go to the end of the world for you. I know something's wrong and you're not telling me about it. I'm leaving KFC and coming to your house. I'll be there in ten minutes.

Mary: OK, and Rick...thank you for always being so nice to me.

Rick: You don't have to thank me. I couldn't treat you any other way.

She stopped texting me. I was disappointed because I was expecting, at least, one more text from her after what I'd texted her, but with girls, it's like that, sometimes, so I put my phone in my pocket and drove towards Mary's place. Less than ten minutes later, I arrived at my destination, parked the car and walked into Mary's house, as I usually did. Mary was sitting in the living room, the TV was off and she was enjoying a cup of coffee.

"Hi, Mary," I said as I walked into the living room.

She looked at me and I noticed her eyes were a little reddish, as if she'd been crying. She continued sipping her coffee as I walked towards the couch and sat next to her, on her left side. I didn't try to make any moves, I only sat close to her and looked at her, giving her time to talk.

"I'm sorry for being a bitch to you. You didn't deserve it."

She ran the palm of her left hand over my cheek a few times and I completely melted, but I was trying to keep my game face on. As she was looking at me, I held her hand with my right hand, gave its palm a soft and slow kiss then I let go of her.

"Mary, what's wrong?"

"It's Nick. He's an asshole. I don't think he loves me anymore. I don't even know why he keeps bothering to come home, or maybe I do. He likes being an asshole to me, that's what it is."

I became so upset when she told me my uncle was being a dick to her, I wanted to kick his ass! It wouldn't have been a problem, either, as he wasn't known for his fighting skills and I've always thought he was a coward. In fact, I don't know how on earth my dad and he are brothers...they're so freaking different.

"Did he hurt you? I mean, physically?" I immediately asked.

"No, he didn't."

Mary paused and started crying and it broke my heart. I quickly took her into my arms and kissed her forehead.

"Everything is going to be OK. I'm here. You can always count on me, Mary. I'll confront him about this and he better have a damn good explanation or I'll kick his ass so hard, Google won't be able to find him."

She wrapped both of her arms around my neck and placed her face on my neck as she cried.

"No, please. I don't want you to get into trouble. He isn't worth it. Don't do anything, Rick, please? I couldn't live with myself if you'd get hurt or into trouble with Police or your family because of me."

"I'd do anything for you, Mary, no regrets! I swear."

She lifted her head to face me and I lost myself in her blue eyes. She placed both of her hands on my cheeks and kissed my lips. It was only a little peck, but I felt it as a loving one. She pulled back, still looking at me, her hands still on each side of my face, I leaned forward and gave her a gentle, loving kiss. I pressed my lips a little stronger that time. I only wanted her to know my feelings for her were real and I'd always be there for her. I pulled my face back and she took her hands off of me.

"I don't know. All of these feelings inside are confusing me, but I'm glad you're here and I don't regret anything we've done, including the 'little' kisses," she giggled.

At last, she was starting to feel better, which is what I wanted. When you're in love with someone, the last thing you want is to see them cry or suffer. Afterwards, we sat back on the couch, Mary moved closer to me and placed her head against my chest and her right arm around my abdomen. She closed her eyes and I smiled, I'd always wanted to be like that with her. About twenty minutes went by, but we didn't say a word, we only held each other as we sat on the couch.

"I'm sorry you saw me like this. I must look like the ugliest girl you've ever seen in your life," she giggled.

I gave a smart ass response.

"Not the ugliest, no. I think I've seen one other, uglier, back in high school."

She gasped. "You little shit!"

She started to tickle me, all over. I couldn't contain my laughter as I'm very ticklish on the abdomen. I was struggling for air when she finally stopped.

"OK! I give up, you win!" I said.

"I always win!"

Then she gave me a very sexy look and smile. Damn she looked so pretty and an idea came to me.

"Where's the asshat?"

I started referring to my uncle with that nickname.

"I don't know. He left and didn't say where he was going and, honestly, I don't care. Something tells me he's seeing someone, again. I don't care."

The last thing I wanted was for Mary to become sad, again.

"Well, I've got something in mind," I quickly said.

"Well? Out with it," Mary said.

She made a serious face but giggled afterwards.

"Why don't we go for a ride? It'll be good for you. We can chat or listen to music, or just drive and relax. Are you up for it?"

She smiled.

"Yeah, of course! But you have to give me a few minutes to get dressed. I won't go out like this."

I gave another smart ass response.

"Yeah, you're probably right. I don't want to scare any drivers who happen to pass by and look at my co-pilot," I giggled.

She gave me a badass look.

"You keep that up and you'll soon find yourself asking for mercy!"

Mary got off of the couch and started walking upstairs, swaying her hips and sexy ass left and right as if to make a point of what I would lose if I kept calling her ugly. She's always been so beautiful and she's used to people complimenting her about it so, when someone says otherwise...she doesn't like it!

I took my phone out and started watching YouTube videos because I knew I was in for a long wait. If I knew Mary, she'd come back downstairs looking like Miss Universe so that would take time. Time went by and, after an hour and a half, I heard her bedroom door open and then the sound of heels clicking against the floor. She started to come down the stairs and, 'damn', she was a sight to see!

She wore tight, red jeans with a white, slim-fit shirt with three-quarter sleeves. It made her shapely figure stand out and her beautiful breasts filled the shirt as nobody else could! A couple of the top buttons were open, surely to help her display her goods...she looked sexy but not slutty. For shoes, she wore a pair of red, high heel, suede boots, only a few inches higher than her ankles. She was looking very sexy. She, finally, came completely down from the steps.

"So, am I still the second ugliest girl you've ever seen?"

I was mesmerized! Her makeup was perfect, too! Her lipstick was red, like her jeans, which made her pale skin stand out. It took me a second or two to give her an answer but I finally managed to stop drooling and speak.

"Mary, you don't get tired of making me fall in love with you more and more, do you?"

"Why do you say that, Rick?"

"Because you look like the most beautiful girl on Earth!"

She walked towards me and placed her right hand on my face, moved closer to me and left a mark on my cheek where her lips had given me a soft kiss.

"I've always loved how you're so nice to me."

"That's how you treat someone when you love them," I replied.

I looked straight into her eyes, but she felt uneasy and looked away, again. She walked towards the door and opened it.

"Well, let's go for a nice ride."

I walked towards her and out of the house. I waited for her to come to the car and opened the door for her. When she saw what I was doing, she smiled sweetly as if it was the first time someone had done that for her. I closed her door and walked around to get into the car, started it and began driving. We headed out of town and enjoyed the view as we listened to music and chitchatted. I didn't bring up anything about last night, I wanted Mary to do it by herself whenever she felt like it. For the time being, all I cared about was for her to relax and enjoy our time together.

I drove for about an hour, then the sun started to go down and I thought I'd better head back to town. So far, I hadn't brought up anything and I didn't make any moves on her. I think I did the right thing because she seemed to be enjoying her time with me. Finally, we were back at her place, I got out of the car and walked around to open the door for her. She smiled, again.

"Thank you," she said.

She walked towards the entrance of her house as I closed the car door before following her. When I walked in, she asked me to give her a minute. She was making a call on her cellphone, but whoever she was trying to call wasn't answering. I watched as she called, repeatedly, but didn't get anyone to answer her call. She then stopped.

"Would you like something to eat?"

"Have I ever mentioned the only food I like more than mom's is yours?"

She giggled.

"Yeah, quite often. What would you like me to make?"

I was in the mood for pasta so I requested it.

"Mary, I love your pasta! If you could make some, I'd be so happy."

"Wow, I'm in the mood for pasta, too. Seems like we're thinking alike these days."

"Great minds think alike," I said.

"Well, why don't you get comfortable in the living room while I start cooking? I'll join you in a minute."

I waited for her while I watched the NHL Highlights on ESPN. The volume of the TV was low and I didn't want to raise it because I was only watching the best plays, not a game. I glanced, from time to time, into the kitchen and saw her concentrating on doing her thing. I wanted to take her and make her mine, but I had to contain myself. If I wanted things with her to work, I'd have to be careful with what I say and do. I was intrigued because I didn't know who she was trying to call, earlier, so I thought I'd ask.

"Mary? Who were you trying to call? I noticed you tried a few times."

"I was trying to call 'Voldemort.' I wanted to see when he was planning to come home, but there was no reply. Don't get me wrong, I only tried to find out because we're having such a nice time together and I don't want him to ruin it."

I started laughing when I heard Mary call my uncle 'Voldemort.' He was quickly turning into an undesirable person around here. Then, as I heard the rest, I stood and walked into the kitchen.

"Mary? Did you really mean what you said?"

She turned around to face me.

"Yes, I did, very much so. You're a gentleman. You treat me like I'm your princess, why would I not enjoy my time with you?"

"I don't know. I guess when you said it, I couldn't believe it, that's all."

"Rick, you're a good guy. You're thoughtful of the people around you, you're helpful to everyone, your friends love you and so do your parents. Any girl would be lucky to have you around, even more to be 'your girl'."

I couldn't believe what she'd said! Was she starting to fall in love with me? I decided to find out and went for broke.

"Yeah, any girl but the one I love."

I was waiting for Mary to answer. She sighed and walked towards me, passed me by and went to the couch in the living room.

"Come here, Rick. We need to talk."

I did as she asked and sat next to her, very, very close, in fact. Then Mary started to talk.

"Rick, it isn't that I don't want to be with you or that I don't like you or that I don't think I can fall in love with you, but this isn't a normal situation. You have to understand. We have to take it slow and see where things go, OK? Don't be so pushy. I've never liked when guys tried to push things simply because they wanted to be in bed with me or because they wanted a blowjob. If you really care about me, and how I feel, let's take things slow. Whatever's going to happen, will happen. Let things flow on their own."

"Mary, of course I care about you, but try to understand me, too. I've been in love with you since the first time I saw you. Haven't I waited long enough?"

"I understand, Rick, but I was nineteen when I met you and you were only ten. There was no way anything was going to happen between us."

"I know, Mary, but it's really hard to spend half of your life, as I have, in love with a woman you can't have. I'm sorry if I've been pushing things. I'm excited and in love with you, I don't mean anything bad by it. Forgive me."

She took my hand into hers and slid her fingers between mine as any girl would do with her boyfriend.

"I'm going to be honest with you, OK?"

"OK," I said.

"I'm confused, Rick. This is something I wasn't expecting, but I love what's happening. I love spending time with you and the way you treat me, but remember, I'm married and we have to be careful. I don't know what the future holds for us, but let's try to go slow and careful. Maybe something good will happen between the two of us, and maybe it won't. You never know what can happen."

"OK, Mary, I understand. I won't be pushing things, I promise."

"From now on, if you want to talk to me on the phone, text me first. I'll let you know if it's a good moment or not and, if we're able, I'll let you know so you can visit me."

"OK, Mary, that sounds good."

I smiled and Mary smiled back. She leaned towards me to kiss my cheek but I turned my face to her and looked into her eyes. She was still smiling as she kept moving her face closer to mine and kissed my lips. That time, it was a very soft and gentle kiss which lasted longer...about two minutes. There wasn't any French kissing or anything fiery. Mary pulled back and smiled, again.

"I really liked that!"

"Me, too! I was melting the whole time."

"I know. You've always melted when I kiss you. I've always known."