Minnie and Me Pt. 02

This is the second part of our story; we'd like to thank all the people that have sent us such positive emails as well as leaving feedback on the site. Thank you.

Again, some changes have been made for obvious reasons and some conversations paraphrased because neither of us can remember exactly what was said.

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John

When I woke next morning I was still wrapped around Minnie, I extricated myself and went into the kitchen to put the kettle on. When I checked my phone I found it was almost midmorning and I had three missed calls and a text, all from Grandma. I couldn't escape it so I rang her back but was relieved when it was grandad that answered. The road was cleared in spite of further snow overnight and could we pick up a few things in town before going to the bungalow? I agreed and rang off.

I made coffee and was in the process of taking one through to mum in bed when she walked out of the bedroom. She was a sexy sight for sure, the tee shirt and boxers just seemed to highlight her femininity, she'd washed her hair the night before and now that it wasn't slicked back on her head it sort of haloed her face, she looked incredible, and I told her so.

"You're just saying that for bigger benefits!"

"No, I mean it, you look incredible, why don't you lose the Goth image and just be a gorgeous blonde?"

"Because I like the way I dress now, but maybe I'll surprise you one day and then you'll have to pay the price!"

"Oh, and what price would that be?"

"We'll just have to wait and see, won't we!"

Enigmatic to the last she took her coffee from me and with a 'come hither' look took it into the living room.

Mum curled up on the sofa and I sat in a chair opposite, we talked for what seemed like ages about nothing in particular, all sorts of subjects came up and we just chatted away quite happy in each other's company.

The fact that I was still only in my underpants didn't even register until mum suddenly suggested that I might like to leave a supply of clothing there for future use.

After getting dressed (which mum did quite openly, walking around in just her pants as she got things out of closets and drawers, dressing as she went) we went into town and picked up the few items that grandad had asked for.

As we walked back towards mum's building she suddenly dragged me into a shop and said to wait a moment. I was puzzled but did as she asked and then spotted the reason. Walking past the shop was our local 'nutcase'. Kirk was well over six feet and although quite skinny was well known to throw his weight around at any excuse, he was a few years older than Minnie and was sort of a local handy man who took on just about any work he could get hold of; he'd worked for grandad on occasion but never stayed for long before disappearing for months at a time only to suddenly reappear and demand work.

I knew he and mum had had a couple of run-ins when there was no work for him (she was first point of contact at the company) and I was pretty sure their history went even further back. Kirk frequently got very loud and aggressive and had been thrown out of every pub in the town at one time or another, Minnie just thought it best to totally avoid him and did so whenever she could.

After he'd passed the shop we continued our walk and Minnie commented that she couldn't be doing with the usual snide comments that always came out of Kirk every time they bumped into each other; "That idiot is such a loser!"

We stopped for a coffee before going back and looking at mum's car in the car park of her building. The car was buried under a couple of feet of snow and the carpark itself hadn't been cleared at all so we decided to leave it and try and get a taxi to grandad's.

We tried, but as it was Christmas Eve the wait was going to amount to several hours so we packed a few things for Minnie in a back-pack and set off walking.

We were about half way to the bungalow when it started snowing again. Most people in Britain will remember that winter and the following one for the severe weather, well; as we were so rural we really got it! By the time we finally reached the bungalow we were both soaked and frozen; freezing and exhausted we stumbled in.

My grandparents were waiting for us and soon produced hot drinks and an even hotter winter stew. As we ate my grandmother ran a bath in what was to be mum's room for her stay. The bungalow had been built by my grandad before mum was born; to a design that he says he `pinched` from somewhere he stayed once. You entered the house by a small `porch` which then led into the main living room. The living room is `L` shaped with the L being tipped backwards 90 degrees. As you went into the room the dining area is in front of you and to the left is the living area. Half way along the right hand wall is a door that leads to three bedrooms, two are joined together by a shared bathroom and the third has its own attached bathroom, this room being the main guest room. My room was one of the two that were joined by a bathroom. Grandma and grandad's rooms were upstairs in what we call a `dormer` which consisted of a bedroom, a bathroom and a dressing, come walk in wardrobe room. This was their sacred territory, never to be entered by anyone else! So, mum was to have the guest room and I obviously had my own room. Grandma had also set the bath running in my room which mum commented was a waste, why didn't we just both use hers, or mine for that matter, but grandma was adamant, once again the definite tension between them was obvious.

After a hot drink, food, and a hot bath, things settled down and peace reigned. Given all that had taken place over the previous twenty four hours I was surprised at the obvious distance that mum was keeping from me and when I cornered her in the kitchen on our own for a few moments all she'd say was that she'd explain it all later. By tradition Christmas Eve was a late night and we even had a drink which was a very rare occurrence in that house. I'd been in bed maybe half an hour and was just dropping off to sleep when my door opened and mum came in, very quietly closing the door behind her.

"Budge up!"

I moved over a bit and she slipped into my bed with me.

"A bit risky this isn't it!" I whispered.

"No, we'll be okay as long as we're quiet; they'll both be sound by now."

I was a bit groggy but the fact that she was there in my bed didn't escape me, nor the possible implications. I didn't care, my gorgeous Minnie was once more in my arms in bed with me and snuggling up as she had the night before, and just as she had the night before she grabbed my hand and stuffed it up her tee shirt and onto her breasts. I certainly wasn't complaining, but I did have to ask why?

"Because I like cuddling in with you, and you're my friend remember, with benefits!"

I couldn't help myself as I gave a little laugh and taking my hand off her breast ran it down her body and around the top of her thighs.

Her reaction took longer than I thought it might but it did come, she pushed my hand back to her breast.

"Hey, not that much benefit buster, above the waist anything you like, but keep it up there please, for now."

At least the `for now` gave me hope, and I also hoped she couldn't feel the effect that she was having on my groin, although the way she was worming her way into me I couldn't see how she could miss it. We were here and we were alone so I had to ask questions.

"What is it with you and grandma?"

"She worries that I might seduce you."

"Really?"

"Yes, ever since I got pregnant she considers me a whore; she's never forgiven me for it!"

"But that was over twenty one years ago! Surely by now..."

"No, she'll never forgive me, it's my own fault so I don't fight it, I just go along with it and we tolerate each other, that's one of the reasons I moved into the flat, best thing I ever did, other than having you!"

With that she turned in my arms and kissed me, a full on lips to lips kiss! It didn't last long; if I'd had chance I'd have reciprocated but I didn't, all I could do was to say "Wow!" I was going to ask what that was all about but again I didn't get the chance as she turned her back to me again and snuggled back in. "There, let's get some sleep, Happy Christmas!"

When I woke on Christmas morning she was gone, the place where she'd been was still warm so she can't have been gone for very long. I got up, had a shower, got dressed and went to face the day.

Minnie was in the kitchen with grandma and they seemed to be talking quite amicably whilst preparing vegetables, I grabbed a coffee and got out of the way. It was about half an hour later when grandma went out, not hell or high water could stop her going to chapel on Christmas morning. Grandad came in from outside where unknown to me he'd been clearing snow and announced that he was headed upstairs for a leisurely soak in the bath while "she who must be obeyed" was out!

Exchanging Christmas presents was normally something we did immediately before lunch, after grandma got back in; today however, with my grandparents both out of the way, Minnie decided to give me mine there and then. It was a watch, a very expensive watch that I'd been looking at for at least a couple of years but could never afford. As I thanked her I gave her a kiss, just a quick kiss on the lips, which, given the way she'd kissed me the night before, I thought was appropriate. Minnie didn't agree, "Call that a kiss? Come here!"

She grabbed me by the collar and pulled my face down to hers. We kissed, and as her tongue first licked its way across my lips and then pushed its way into my mouth I responded by doing the same. We kissed, we kissed for a long time like serious lovers and as she ran her fingers through my hair and cradled my head in her hands, my hands found their way down to her cute little ass. I palmed her buttocks and softly squeezed them. As I caressed her bottom she moaned into my mouth and moved her hands down to my ass. We had been stood in front of the open fire but soon fell onto the sofa where I worked my hands up to the buttons at the neck of her top and quickly unfastened them. I pulled my lips from hers and kissed my way down to the top of her breasts but couldn't get any lower until she suddenly pushed me off and in one quick move pulled her top off over her head. Her bra was barely a barrier to my tongue as it found its way to first one then the other nipple. As I sucked her breast into my mouth she moaned so loudly I was sure grandad would hear upstairs and although I tried to pull back at that point Minnie held me tight to her.

I honestly don't know what was going through my head as I suckled my mother's breasts other than the totally weird situation I found myself in. Mum and I had always kissed; just the usual mother and son type kisses, a peck on the cheek or on the top of the head when we greeted each other or whatever, but never anything like this and as I nibbled Minnie's very hard nipples she encouraged me to suck harder!

The straps of mum's bra had fallen down her arms and the cups had come away from her breasts leaving them open and beautifully accessible to my hands and mouth; I made use of the fact and sucked and flicked her nipples with my tongue whilst sliding my hand down her back and grasping her buttock. Minnie arched her back and groaned as she also ran one of her hands down my body.

I was at the point of going for the waistband of her skirt when there was a noise from upstairs that startled us back to our senses. We pulled away from each other and without a word straightened ourselves out. With her top back on and fastened up Minnie straightened her wig which had become loose and then we looked at each other. I took a deep breath, "I'm sorry, I got carried away it was..." I didn't get chance to finish as she leant towards me and kissed me, on the lips again

"Don't apologize; it takes two to get as far as we went!"

"No, I'm sorry; if we hadn't stopped when we did I'd have tried to do something even more inappropriate!"

Minnie looked at me with a sheepish grin, "If we hadn't stopped when we did I might have let you!"

I don't know how far that conversation would have gone but at that moment we were interrupted by grandad coming down the stairs.

Christmas day went as usual in our household but culminated once again in Minnie sneaking into my room after everyone had gone to bed. We didn't pick up where we'd left off earlier but we did have a good cuddle and a squeeze!

The days between Christmas and New Year passed very quickly, Minnie went back to the flat and we both had parties and various visits to make to friends so we didn't get any time to ourselves until New Year's Eve.

Minnie told me she was going to a party and invited me to join her. I accepted. The party was to be held at one of the hotels just outside town and being New Year would finish late so she'd booked a room, a double. My grandparents weren't particularly happy, especially grandma, but as they never really celebrated New Year and as Minnie hadn't actually told them about us sharing a room they couldn't come up with a viable objection, so off we went.

The party was good as these hotel do's usually are, and I noticed that Minnie wasn't drinking very much, which sort of set my mind at rest. After we'd seen in the New Year the festivities started to wind down and Minnie said she was going up to bed, she encouraged me to stay and have one last drink but asked that I not be too long. A brief kiss on the lips and she was gone.

As usual, my intentions were good but my intended ten minutes turned into two or three more drinks and nearly an hour. When I got up to the room Minnie was in bed and asleep. If I'm honest I was kind of glad that she was, I'd have loved to have tried picking up where we'd stopped on Christmas day but by then I was in no fit state to try. I was disappointed with myself but realized that I'd make a fool of myself if I attempted anything and failed, which I almost certainly would have done. I crawled into bed beside her and snuggled up to her, she stirred briefly, just long enough to place my hand on her breasts and went back to sleep.

It was after ten when I woke the next morning to the smell of coffee and bacon. Minnie was up and about and when she saw me stir called me to come and get it. I was a bit bleary eyed and hung over but not so far gone that I didn't realize that the hotel wasn't providing room service that morning, there'd been notices all over the place the previous day. "How did you manage the food?"

"Friend of mine's a waitress in the dining room, she sneaked bacon and eggs and toast up the back stairs, the coffee's in the room anyway."

"You're a miracle worker!" I sat at the little table and helped myself to food as Minnie poured coffee.

"I've run the bath; when you've had that I thought we might as well use the facilities while we're here."

Two cups of coffee and a plate full of bacon and eggs later I felt much better and headed into the bathroom. The bath was excellent, one of those old huge deep porcelain tubs that are almost big enough to swim in. I was laid back in it luxuriating in the bubbles when Minnie walked in and took of the bathrobe she'd been wearing.

"Move up, room enough for two in there!" I sat up a bit and watched as a now naked Minnie got in the other end of the tub.

"Sorry about last night, I couldn't get away from that couple you dumped on me!"

"It's okay, I waited for a bit but just nodded off, probably had too much to drink myself."

Sat in that bath looking at Minnie was starting to have an effect on me, the water was deep so I couldn't see all of her breasts but I could see enough to start my imagination off, it was certainly enough to start off an erection. I couldn't hide it very well without making it all the more obvious by putting my hands over it; I tried to sit lower in the water, to no real effect.

"Don't hide it, flaunt it!"

Not exactly what I expected her to say! "You're kidding right? I'm sorry but with you sat there like that I can't help it!"

"So you've got a stiffy, come on, show me!"

It took some doing but I managed to relax, if I was ever to get any further than her breasts then I had to take the plunge. I'm not heroically endowed, I'm mister average, but it did at least stick out of the water.

"Very nice!" And without any further preamble she leant forwards and took me in her mouth.

Minnie, my mum, was giving me a blow job, and as her tongue worked its way around the head of my cock and licked gently at the slit I leaned back and lifted my groin up to give her better access. As I did so she took me deeper and deeper and sucked harder whilst cupping my balls in her hand. As her mouth slid up and down my shaft her tongue rubbed up and down the underside causing me to literally shiver as she played me like a musical instrument. I couldn't believe what was happening, it was a dream come true and I wanted it to last forever, it couldn't of course. There was no way I was going to last very long and I didn't, I felt the pressure start to build and warned her.

As I started to ejaculate she suddenly lifted her head, grabbed a face cloth and covered me with it. I fired a massive load, once, twice, I don't remember how many times I fired a blast of cum into that facecloth, I was spent. As I relaxed back into the hot water Minnie tossed the facecloth into the sink and then leant forwards once again and kissed me. The kiss was long and lingering and although I would have liked it to continue Minnie stood and got out of the tub.

"Come on, we have to be out of here shortly!"

I would have liked to discuss what had just happened and just maybe start again and take it further but Minnie was on the move and we had to leave.

I never did get the chance to talk about it as I had to leave to go back to Uni' two days later.

Going back to university had never been harder, I'd have loved to have stayed and explored the new relationship I had with Minnie. When I was growing up Minnie had really been more like a slightly whacky aunt, who wore funny clothes. She visited a couple of times a week and I spent part of most weekends with her, she'd always allowed me to have and to do the things my grandparents didn't. Sweets, ice-creams and burgers were always on the menu and she never once stopped me from climbing trees etc., she'd always been fun to be with, but this was altogether new. This was a mum that was sexy, suddenly Minnie had become a sexual fantasy come true, leaving her and going back to Uni' was hard!

But I had to go and we both knew it. Both grandad and Minnie were back at work, they went in a day before the rest of the workforce so it was grandma who took me to the station. On the way there I broached the question of the obvious animosity between her and mum.

"When your mother was younger she did some very stupid and wicked things, I won't talk about them!"

"But that must have been a long time ago."

"Some things are not easily forgotten, and never forgiven!"

That's all I got out of her so I gave up, I knew that given the right circumstances Minnie would tell all, if I ever got the chance to create those circumstances.

Minnie

What was I thinking of? I guess I stopped thinking of Johnny as being my little boy when he got as tall as me, after that he was more like a bigger but younger brother. When did I decide to seduce him? I'm not sure that I did set out to do that, but after that night when he stripped me and changed my tampon (yes I know he said he only helped me but I'm not so credulous) I saw him as another full adult, a rather dishy adult actually and I've always believed that what two consenting adults get up to in privacy is their own business.