Reading notes: I have a work colleague of whom I am very fond. She knows nothing of my 'other' Hot Wife lifestyle. She is close to retirement age, and has never been married. I doubt if she has ever had a significant other (of any sex.) She is, in my opinion at least, incredibly sexy, despite her perceived public persona as an 'old maid'. I don't believe she realises just how sexy she actually is, so I have decided to let her experience, if only in story form, the pleasure that a lover with a big cock could give her. To achieve my goal, I have given myself a new persona, complete with cock and a pair of balls. I hope this fantasy works. Please consider leaving a comment, as all authors need constructive criticism if they are to improve. Thank you.
I had a very comfortable upbringing. Granted my parents were both a lot older than the mothers and fathers of my school friends, and I also had a much older sister. I was often teased by my friends that I was a mistake, conceived in error and born to geriatric parents. But none of that bothered me. Mam and Dad brought me up in a loving home, and when my sister moved out into her own home with her new husband, I was delighted with the extra love, care and attention my parents lavished on me.
But life can be a bastard on occasions. It was a complete coincidence that I happened to be in my sister Olwen's class one day when there was a knock on the door. Mavis Hopkins, who was the Head of Science at the school, walked in and went to have a word with my sister. The two teachers looked around the classroom, and then Olwen said,
"Rhys Roberts, come with me please." (She always used my full name in school, and never showed any preference to me, despite the fact that she was my sister.)
As we walked down the corridor, I asked her what was going on.
"I don't know," she replied. "Mavis, that's Mrs. Hopkins to you, by the way, just told me that Miss Owens wants to see us both in her office right away."
Olwen stopped, grabbed me by the arm and spun me round.
"You haven't got yourself into any trouble, have you, Rhys?" she asked. "I know it's difficult, what with us being related, but that can't be helped. Please reassure me that you haven't done anything that's going to get you into trouble, as well as embarrassing me."
"Of course I haven't," I answered crossly, tugging my arm free of her grip. "I do get teased, it's true. But I always stick up for my big sister," I added, thinking how clever I was. If Olwen knew which part of me 'stuck up' when I was thinking of her, she'd be mortified, I thought with a grin.
When Olwen and I entered Miss Owen's office, I was surprised to see that there were two police officers, one male, one female, already there with the Head Teacher. She looked shocked and got up from behind her desk.
"Olwen, Rhys, thank you both for coming so quickly," she said in a voice that trembled with emotion. "Sit down, both of you."
As we sat down, Olwen looked at the two police officers.
"Miss Owens?" she asked formally, " what's going on? Why are these two police officers here?"
Miss Owens shook her head wordlessly. I was sure that I could see tears in her eyes. She looked at the two police officers, who both got simultaneously to their feet.
"Mrs. Simpson, Rhys, I'm afraid I have some very bad news for you," the female officer began. She had the most gorgeous Scottish lilt to her voice, and I felt my cock twitch as I listened to her speaking.
"I'm afraid your parents have both been involved in a multiple car crash on the by-pass road," she continued, and I felt my cock shrivel in my pants.
"Your father was pronounced dead at the scene, and your mother is in a critical condition in the University Hospital," she continued.
"Miss Owens here has agreed that my colleague and I can take you straight to the hospital to be with your mother. Do you want Rhys to accompany you?"
"What do you mean does she want Rhys to accompany her?" I yelled, getting to my feet. "She's my mother too. Of course I'm coming to see her!"
Olwen blushed and shot me a look.
"Sit down, Rhys," she said, and instinctively I obeyed the instruction of a teacher.
"We'll both come with you," Olwen said, smiling sadly at the two police officers. She turned to look at Miss Owens, who moved swiftly to her side and pulled her into a warm embrace.
"I'm so sorry, my dear," she said sincerely. "Go now, and be with your mother. Ring me either here or at home when you're ready to talk. I don't expect to see either of you in school for the forseeable future. Don't worry. I'll sort everything from this end. You go and do everything possible for your mam."
She let go of Olwen and looked at me.
"You're the man of the family now Rhys," she said softly. "Go with your sister and support each other as best you can. Come here, young man."
She pulled me into a close embrace, similar to the one she had given Olwen. Instinctively, I put my arms around her. My first thought was how similar to Olwen she smelled. I wondered if Miss Owens smoked cigars like Olwen did. Next, I felt her small, firm tits press against my chest, and she kissed the top of my head. Despite the immense sadness I was feeling, I realised that I was getting a hard on. She felt and smelled so fucking good in my arms!
There really isn't a lot more to say about that day. We arrived at the hospital and were whisked into a ward where mam had more tubes sticking out of her than seemed possible. A nurse was checking a beeping monitor as we walked into mam's room.
She looked at the nurse who had brought us to mam, and shook her head. The room was suddenly filled with a high pitched screeching noise, and the nurse took hold of both Olwen's and my hands.
"She's gone, I'm afraid," she said softly, and Olwen and I clung to one another and wept.
Richard, Olwen's husband was a rock during this horrible period. I'd always thought of him as a bit of a wimp. He regularly deferred to my sister, and she seemed to delight in being the boss in their house.
But whilst Olwen and I grieved, Richard acted. We buried Mam and Dad together in the local cemetery, and that night, Olwen and Richard stayed over at Mam and Dad's house. They didn't want me to be alone, they said.
Over supper, we talked about how we were going to go forward. I didn't particularly want to move in with Olwen and Richard, which seemed a relief to both of them. After much discussion, it was agreed that I'd continue to live at home until I went to university. We'd face life after university as and when it happened.
So by the time I went to university a few months later, I was eighteen years of age and my sister was nearly thirty seven. She had gone back to school almost immediately after the funeral. When one of the teachers got a job at another school, Olwen was appointed as a deputy head teacher, something that filled me with pride. Mam and Dad would have been so proud of her.
I went off to university and spent three years doing a degree in modern languages, and a further year getting a post graduate certificate of education, which meant that, like Olwen, I was qualified to work as a teacher. Once again, I found myself thinking of Mam and Dad, and how proud they both would have been of me.
As pleased with myself as I was, I realised that I would need to get myself a job, preferably before September, when the new school year was due to start. It was as if everything was pre-ordained when Olwen and Richard came round to congratulate me on achieving my post grad. certificate.
Olwen had news. She was able to inform me that there was a vacancy for a teacher in the Modern Languages department in my old school.
Richard shook my hand warmly and I accepted his congratulations gratefully. I also was thrilled when my big sister hugged me tight when she offered her own congratulations. Olwen often hugged me these days, and I loved the feel of her soft tits as they squashed against my chest.
