They were a couple of weeks into the fall term. Shauna and Trey, who was now teaching the courses his father and his aunt had taught, were fully living together, openly as a couple given they were not related. Trey's infatuation with the texture of Shauna's skin was still there. He liked nothing more, in their quiet moments, than to gently caress her with his finger tips, or to run his tongue over her body.
For her part, Shauna was a tigress. She regularly used the handcuffs on him, and then tormented him with her inventive mouth and tongue. On one occasion, she licked, caressed, sucked him - as well as dragging a soft feather all over his genitals, for over an hour before finally driving him to a mind and body blowing climax, riding him like a rodeo bull.
One evening as they ate dinner, Shauna asked Trey if he would like to do something special, or go somewhere, over Christmas, still some time away.
"Christmas has always been quiet for me. It used to be just Dad and I, then Sarah and I. Of course, full Christmas dinner - European style - and maybe a board game or a jigsaw puzzle. Quiet, restful. Why, do you have something in mind?"
"Well, I was digging around on the internet. Found a nudist resort in Jamaica that seems to be a great place to get to 'know' people, if you know what I mean..."
"So, you want us to go to Jamaica and run around in public naked, hoping to find people who want to have sex with us? All the time, putting on weight that can't be hidden by loose clothes?"
"Shortest possible answer: Yes!"
"I see. Sarah and I went to a Swinger's Club once. Personally, I can't say it did much for me. I played with an Amazon woman and a transvestite, if memory serves. Neither were as sexy as Sarah, and definitely not as sexy as you, either."
Shauna laughed. "Good escape. I just thought you might see one or two older ladies that turned your crank, that was all."
"Well, I am not dismissing the possibility out of hand, but I think I do prefer controlling who is available for me to get down and dirty with, and knowing exactly who they are. And you are still hung up on me and older ladies. You scared I will feel you're too young for my tastes?"
Shauna laughed. "Off course not, just know you have a bit of a soft spot for 'experienced' ladies."
"Well, there may be something in that, although Jan and Sue are both young - and very experienced..."
They had just finished dinner and were taking the dirty plates into the kitchen and loading the dishwasher when there was a ring at the door. Trey went to answer it and found a light-haired lady, about 5 foot 6", slim with a reasonable figure. She was wearing a light weight, light colored coat, with obviously a dress or skirt under, as there were no trouser legs showing.
She smiled. "Excuse me, but are you Pieter Strauss III, otherwise known as Trey?"
"Yes - who's asking?"
"My name is Ruth - Ruth Goldberg. Your mother was my older sister...."
Trey looked at her more closely. Her hair color was close to how her remembered his mother - a little darker than blond, not quite mousey. But there was definitely a resemblance. Except when he had lady-friends staying the night, his Dad kept one picture of his Mum on his dressing table, and that was now the only real clear image Trey had of his mother. He still had the picture, put away, and had not seen it in a while. but there was undoubtedly a resemblance.
"Please, come in..." Trey stepped back and gestured for Ruth to enter, which she did, looking around. She stood and gazed up the staircase. "This is definitely the sort of house your mother would have loved. I never came here. I was in Europe working when they married, and could not afford to come over."
Trey took Ruth's coat and led her into the sitting room, where the television was, and soon after, Shauna came in. Trey introduced Shauna as his girl-friend, and then thought a moment. "If you are my mother's younger sister, then you must be my Aunt?" he said.
"Yes. Your mother was seven years younger than your father, and I was two years younger than her. I've just turned 50 now." This was a comment that caused Shauna to smile. She was 10 years younger than Ruth, who was therefore 23 years older than Trey. And, of course, Trey's partner before her had been his aunt on his father's side...
"So what brings you around here?" asked Shauna, brightly, "and can we get you anything? Wine, or something?"
Ruth smiled, warmly, and that was the moment Trey really saw his mother in her for the first time. He had lost his mother 17 years ago at the age of 10 and most of his recollections were blurry. He had lots of memories of after she died - his father was an excellent father in many ways in terms of time they spent together, especially on holidays - but his memories of his Mum were sparse and blurred. She had been ill for some time when she died.
But when she smiled, Ruth looked so much like the photograph he had put away of his mother. There could be no doubt who she was.
"Red wine would be nice," she said. Trey excused himself, went in to the kitchen and emerged with a tray, three glasses of wine, and the remnants of the bottle.
Ruth was just starting to explain to Shauna that she had returned from Germany a couple of weeks earlier to attend to the burial of her brother, the youngest sibling. Both parents were long dead, and so there was no-one to attend to Jacob's funeral as he, like her, had never married.
"So you have lived alone in Europe all this time?" asked Trey.
"My dear boy," said Ruth with what was clearly a cheeky grin, "I said I never married, I did not say I was a recluse or a nun! I had quite a few filled-in pages in the telephone number section of my diaries, and many pages of diary that I would not have wanted my mother to find.... I was a lover with no fixed lovers."
"I see.... " said Trey blushing, and Shauna cracked out laughing.
"From what I've heard," she said, "you and Trey's father would have much in common. Indeed, quite a few experiences in common..."
"Quite probably! I never actually met him, but saw lots of photos - he was quite the handsome charmer, I understand. I would have been quite happy to have been charmed by him, I think. It's plain where Trey gets his looks!"
"So what brings you to this part of the world?" asked Shauna.
"I am going to be teaching Hebrew and Jewish History at the University - not to mention exposing people to some Yiddish..."
"Oh my God," exclaimed Shauna, "You're Professor Goldberg? And here was I expecting some old guy in his 70's with a skull cap."
"Lol, I can't see me in a yarmulke." Ruth's smile positively made her eyes sparkle.
All three of them laughed, clinked glasses and then Trey said "L'chaim!"
"Do you speak Hebrew?" asked Ruth.
"Good Lord, no, just vague memories of a few words my mother would use, and Dad would always smile, and reply in similar fashion. He was never Jewish, and Mum let her religion lapse, but neither of them ever denied it or hid the past. On the odd occasions they went to worship, it was usually in the Catholic church, but that wasn't very often."
