By the time we were all showered and dressed, had tidied the bedroom and popped the bedding in the washing machine, morning was almost over. We caught the local train and headed into town. We enjoyed a very late breakfast in a small café then wandered round the shops. As we checked out sexy lingerie in various shops we must have been a strange sight - one mature lady with 3 20-something young men.
Our wandering finally brought us to the only sex shop in town. The boys teased me suggesting an assortment of outfits and suggesting we copy some of the more outrageous acts available on the store's porn DVDs. I'm sure the other customers in the store were a shade uncomfortable - they were all men: I was the only woman. After a spell Jack announced we should move on. As we left he handed me a brown carrier bag, "A little gift for you Mum."
"We're going to head off and catch this afternoon's football match. You OK getting home yourself."
"Yes boys. I'll be fine."
"We'll eat out tonight, Mum. Maybe go to that wee Italian place just round from the house. Save you having to cook and it'll give you a chance to get dressed up."
A quick farewell kiss from each of them and I headed back to the station. I had a peek at my gift. A new sex toy. Wow!!
Back home I did some tidying up then popped the kettle on for nice cuppa. I was anticipating a quiet relaxing Saturday afternoon when the doorbell rang.
"Hello, Auntie Teresa. How are you?" It was Emma, my niece.
"Come in. Can I get you a cup of tea?"
"Yes please. Lovely."
Emma helped arrange the tray in the kitchen then we headed into the lounge.
"Thank you Teresa for the money you sent for my 18th birthday."
"My pleasure. Did you buy something nice?"
"Well, I wanted to save up for a boob job. I'm really quite flat chested. But Mum told me if you've got big tits that's all boys concentrate on. You really want attention paid to your pussy ... and your arse as well."
"Your Mum's right. But only some of the boys. I've got much better boobs than your Mum and I've managed to get plenty of action over the years."
"Mum told me some stories about you and Uncle Jack and your friends. I wasn't sure if they were true."
"Probably. But I'll bet she didn't tell you about the holiday we had with your Mum and Dad the summer you spent at guide camp."