Minnie and Me Pt. 01

John.

I was woken next morning by my phone, it was grandad asking if I was okay and telling me that the road to the bungalow was blocked with snow, and also there was a power-cut. There was obviously a power-cut at the flat as well, the place was freezing. I got up off my make-shift bed and tried the lights, then the kettle in the kitchen, nothing.

When I came out of the kitchen a strange sight met my eyes. Stood in the doorway to mum's bedroom was a woman, she was the same size as mum and was wearing the same Bella Lugosi tee shirt that I'd put on mum, but this woman was blonde, with her short hair slicked back smooth to her head. She was also gorgeous. She looked at me in obvious surprise.

"What happened?"

"Mum?"

"I've told you not to call me that!"

"Yes I know, sorry, but what happened to your hair?"

She put a hand up to her head and shrugged her shoulders "it's a wig, I took it off, that's all, would you get me a coffee, my head's bloody pounding!"

"Sorry, I can't, there's a power-cut."

We both ended up with a glass of coke and mum began the interrogation that I'd been dreading.

"What happened, I don't remember getting home, or getting ready for bed?"

I knew I'd have to tell her everything and I didn't really know how to soften the blow. "I got you home, and got you ready for bed."

We were sat at her little kitchen table and she pointed down at herself

"You mean you..." She didn't finish.

"Yeah, I cleaned you up and got you to bed, sorry I didn't realize you were wearing a wig, I don't know how I missed it."

"Probably too busy ogling me!"

"I didn't do anything you didn't ask or even beg me to do, I don't know what you had to drink last night but you were a mess, you were legless and you wet yourself, I had to virtually carry you home and strip you off!"

"Sorry, sorry, I didn't mean it like that, I'd be pretty pissed off if you hadn't ogled me at least a little bit, a girl does like to be appreciated you know!"

"I do appreciate you, and if it's any comfort I definitely think you are worth ogling, and I certainly got a good eye full last night although how the hell I missed a two foot long wig I'll never know."

Minnie got up and laughed as she headed for the bathroom, saying that obviously I'd been looking at other things and patting her backside as she walked with a little wiggle out of sight. The thought that she was definitely a MILF hit me smack in the head, again.

She was only gone a few minutes and when she came back she looked very red in the face. "John, (she never called me John) when you say you cleaned me up do you include changing...?" Again she didn't finish.

"Not entirely, you managed most of that yourself."

"Most?"

"Yeah, well you did sort of beg me to help, and you couldn't find the string on the old one, and you couldn't quite insert the new one on your own so..." now it was me who was lost for words. Minnie sort of looked a bit distant and then resigned, she looked at me and said how sorry she was that I'd had to do that.

At that point things got a bit weepy. Mum was crying about how she couldn't understand how she had gotten into such a state and was worried about what she thought I now thought of her, she was really upset. The strange thing was that she was far more concerned about being thought of as drunk than she was about what had happened after I got her home, she didn't seem to care that much about me stripping and bathing her. For my part all I could do was reassure her that I loved her and that I felt no different about her even if she had been drunk, which I had to further reassure her that I didn't believe was the case.

After she eventually calmed down we decided to walk into the town centre as mum was convinced that at least one café or coffee shop would be open. Mum used these places all the time, unlike myself and said that at least one that she knew of used gas to cook with and so was likely to be open.

She was right, we found a little 'olde world' café where mum was friendly with the owner and managed to get coffee and a bacon sandwich each. Mum was back in her 'Goth' clothing and I couldn't resist the chance to ask why she dressed like that, seeing her with short blonde hair had made me realise how much she was hiding!

"It's just how I am, it was all the rage when I got to college and I kind of liked being able to hide myself under layers of loose clothes. You probably noticed I'm pretty skinny under all this." She hesitated a moment before continuing. "It erm, helps stop me getting whistled at so much as well, that happens a lot when you have a pair of tits like mine!"

Although I shouldn't have been I was a bit shocked again at her language, I wasn't used to mum talking the way she was doing, she'd always been so proper in the past. I think she must have sensed my disquiet or seen it in my face because she suddenly reached over and grasped my hand.

"You don't mind do you, me talking like this, but you did ask and you are an adult now, it's a long time since I've been able to talk to anyone properly, everyone seems to think I'm still a kid 'cos I'm so little."

I didn't mind and I told her so. "Actually you're like a breath of fresh air, I like you treating me like an adult, it makes a hell of a change from grandma."

"Yeah well, my mother has issues. Anyway, I kept up the way I dressed when I got to university and fell in with a crowd that dressed the same way and I've stayed the same ever since."

"So what's with the wig?"

"Oh, yeah, well I had a bit of an accident at Uni and turned my hair green with a dodgy dye, so I had to cut it short and get a wig. Then, after a while I realized it was easier to manage my hair short and I got a couple more wigs so I could change styles and colour easy whenever I wanted to." She laughed, "believe it or not I even got a green one!"

We were on our second cups of coffee and there was another question on my mind, I just wasn't sure how to ask it.

"Can I ask you another question?"

"You can ask anything you want."

"Yeah well, it's kind of awkward." I just couldn't come out with the question.

"Go on, it's okay."

"Well I noticed a little tattoo..."

"Oh shit I forgot about that." Despite all that had gone before she turned bright red.

"That arrow goes all the way to..."

"Shit, I didn't realize you'd seen that clearly, yeah it touches my asshole, it hurt like fuck at the time, half a dozen of us got it done, we were all pissed at the time, and probably stoned as well!"

"You do realize that you're destroying all my innocent preconceptions about my oh so innocent mum don't you?"

"You're old enough to know the truth by now, well most of it anyway, I am allowed to keep some things to myself though!"

At that point we were interrupted by a group of people coming into the café, some of whom knew both mum and myself so our conversation switched to the usual comments about weather and power failures. We didn't stay much longer but as we left one of the guys that had sat quite close to us and whom I'd known for many years leant over and whispered "God I wish I had a MILF like that you lucky sod!"

As we walked back towards mum's building she looked at me sort of furtively and asked "Do you?"

"Do I what?"

"Do you have a MILF?"

"Do you even know what that means?"

"Yes of course I do, I'm not that old you know, do you think I'm a MILF?"

"Well as we're into telling truths today I'd like to be able to say there are some things that I'm allowed to keep to myself as well, but as you've asked, Yes, you're definitely one hell of a MILF! There, I've said it, satisfied?"

I honestly thought she'd be pissed off with me and I was expecting an angry outburst, but instead I got a hug and she clung to my arm as we walked and she said how glad she was!

As we neared the apartment building we noticed that some of the shops now had lights on so the power must have come back on. It had, and the first thing mum did when we got in was set the bath running.

We had the inevitable discussion about who used the tub first and for once I won and insisted that she had the first bath. She'd only been in there a minute when my phone went again, this time it was grandma. She didn't sound at all happy when I told her that Minnie was in the bath, she got all sort of interrogative, asking all sorts of questions, was the door closed? Was mum dressed when she'd gone in there? Had she taken towels with her? It seemed very odd to me but given what mum had said earlier I just told grandma what I thought she wanted to hear. The fact was that mum had been wearing only a towel when she came out of her bedroom, and the bathroom door was half open.

The upshot of the call was the fact that the road to the bungalow was still blocked and grandma suggested that if it stayed that way I take a room in one of the small hotels in the town. The suggestion was absurd; I'd occasionally stayed at mum's all my life, what was her problem? I told her I'd think about it and rang off. As I explained the call to mum through the half open bathroom door she asked me to get her a drink of hot chocolate and bring it to her in the bath. I did as she asked and when I took it in to her she was sat up in the bath and made no attempt to cover up, instead she told me to sit on the edge of the bath and talk to her.

Talking to mum with her breasts on display was not the easiest thing I'd ever done, talk about distractions! But, I really wanted to know what the problem was with grandma, there was obviously some deep resentment between her and mum.

Despite all my questions all I got out of mum was the fact that it had all started with her getting pregnant, she wouldn't say any more and I was once again distracted when she quite unselfconsciously got out of the tub and suggested that I get in. I hesitated slightly, mum was quite openly naked and getting dried and made no attempt to leave. I swallowed my embarrassment, stripped off and got in the bath, not without difficulty, how she could have been in that water at that temperature for ten minutes baffled me. Okay, Minnie was lobster red, but I could barely stand the heat, I felt as if I was about to be cooked!

"Good, I thought you were going to stay there all embarrassed all day!"

I told her it was alright her saying that but I wasn't used to stripping off in front of my mum. All the reply I got was that I should get used to it, and another reminder that she hated being called mum! I thought about her answer for a moment and asked what she meant by I should get used to it?

"Well you are staying again tonight aren't you; you're not seriously considering going to the hotel surely?"

I wasn't, if for no other reason than my grandma had suggested that I do so, but there were still questions that I wanted answers to.

"No, but..."

"Good because I think you should stay with me more often, I'd like that!"

"Yeah well so would I, but that floor is kind of hard you know!"

"Well there's no need for you to sleep on the floor, the bed's big enough, you can sleep with me!"

"Err you do know what you just said don't you?"

"Yes, I said you could sleep in my bed with me, I didn't mean you can just jump in and start humping me." She seemed to hesitate just a second or so. "Then again..." The mischievous grin she gave me over her shoulder as she finally walked out of the room with a definite wiggle of her still naked ass left me with even more questions!

I wasn't going to leave that hanging in the air. "Minnie, you'll have to qualify that statement, you can't just walk away wiggling your ass as you go... even if it is the sexiest ass I've ever seen!" This last bit said a bit quieter.

She stuck her head back in the door " I'd feel a bit neglected if you didn't at least give me a nice cuddle and maybe a little squeeze, just keep your dong to yourself, okay!" And with that she disappeared back into her bedroom. From my point of view it was good that she left when she did, my situation and our conversation had had an effect on me, my 'dong' was beginning to get a life of its own, thank god for Radox!

Later that evening we went back into the town and ate in a Chinese restaurant that mum particularly liked, the food was good and we shared a bottle of wine, but I was mindful about how much I gave to mum in spite of how much she insisted she was okay. When we got back to her flat mum found me a new toothbrush and after our ablutions we both got into bed, me in my underpants and Minnie in a tee shirt and a pair of men's boxers. As I lay there on my back I couldn't help but think on all that had happened and been said but I didn't get too long to dwell on it before Minnie complained that she wasn't getting the cuddle she wanted.

I turned towards her and threw my arm around her, being careful not to touch her breasts; I needn't have bothered because she grabbed my hand and placed it firmly between them. She snuggled back into me and said that a little squeeze was quite in order. It was quite amazing to me to feel how incredibly small she was, she seemed to have no waist at all, however, for the first time I realized she actually had buttocks! They were pushed back hard into my groin, still, I did as she asked and gently but firmly took hold of one of her glorious breasts. As I cupped her breast in my hand she quite suddenly asked if I was her friend.

"That's a strange thing to ask; yes of course I'm your friend!"

"Good, because I can use a friend, and there could be added benefits."

There was only the thin material of the tee shirt between my hand and the bare flesh of her breast and I could clearly feel her hard nipple with my thumb, but not for long. As I rubbed my thumb over her nipple she grasped my hand and took it down her body, there was a little fumbling around and then my hand was pushed back up, inside the tee shirt and back to her breast. As I cupped her bare breast in my hand and gently fingered her nipple she let out a contented sigh, shuffled even further back into me and very quickly drifted off to sleep. I was also exhausted but made the most of the freedom of her bosom she'd given me before I also fell asleep.

Minnie

When we snuggled up together in bed that first time I was so happy and contented that if he'd pushed it I'd have let him do anything to me, and I do mean anything!

My life up until that evening hadn't always been rosy, being as small as I was hadn't been easy at times, I'd been badly bullied and tormented at times and had always been the butt of the 'little' jokes. After I'd had Jonny things did improve but the bullying then started to come from another direction and continued even after I finished university, until I moved into the flat.

I think maybe I was too young to have what most people call 'maternal instincts', although I loved Johnny with all my heart, we were to all intents and purposes separated when he was very young, immediately I'd finished feeding him my mother took over looking after him so that I could finish my education, I don't begrudge that but she never did know when to stop, cuddling up in bed with him was the beginning of what I hoped would be a new life for me.

To be continued...