Minnie and Me Pt. 03

Authors note:

This is the third and for now the final part of our story. Situations names etc. have been altered just a bit for obvious reasons and there is some paraphrasing of conversations because we can't remember exact wording. This is a narrative of real life, not a quick account of sex session after sex session, if that's what you want to read then our story might not be for you. Please read parts one and two if you haven't already done so, or this might not make sense. For our American readers I've been asked to point out that for suspenders you should read 'garter belt'.

John

The work in France wasn't hard, very easy as it happened; I just had to make sure they adhered to the quality procedures; I was a representative rather than an inspector. I'd been there just over three weeks when grandma rang me to say that my results had come in the post.

I'm sorry to say that I upset her at that point, rather than let her open the envelope I asked her to give it to Minnie. The silence on the other end of the line told me better than anything else could, her feelings about that.

What grandma didn't know was that I knew why it was I that was sent to France. I hadn't even graduated yet but grandma had argued with grandad that it should be me and not another more obvious choice of engineer that should go, and grandad, as he always did where grandma was involved, gave in.

It was a Thursday morning when I got the call so I didn't expect Minnie ringing me immediately, maybe not until Sunday or Monday, even though this letter was so important I didn't imagine grandma rushing out to give it to Minnie. I must admit though that I was getting a bit impatient by Saturday lunchtime and was thinking of ringing grandma back. I was just about to go out for lunch when my phone started ringing, it was Minnie.

"Sorry it's taken so long to ring you but I wanted to surprise you!"

"Surprise me how?"

"Pleasantly I hope, I'm sat in my car outside your hotel, I think!"

My room didn't overlook the road so I had to go down and outside; sure enough, there was mum's little roadster at the roadside with a madly grinning Minnie sat at the wheel.

I got in next to her and after a prolonged kiss we opened my envelope. Upper Second! That was fine, I hadn't expected a First, I'd worked hard but I had needed to have a life, at least that's the way I looked at it, besides, I was good at all the practical things; I wasn't really a scholar.

We went to lunch during which we caught up, Minnie gave me all the gossip from home and I described what I'd been up to. We'd had a bottle of wine with lunch so maybe I was a bit giddy when I asked about my 'reward' for a good classification.

Minnie gave a loud laugh, "well, if you'd have gotten a First I was going to have sex with you, maybe on a Greek island. But as you got an Upper Second I'll just have to have sex with you in Cancun instead!"

"What?"

"It's all arranged, first two weeks in September, we'll be staying in Cancun for a week then moving to Mexico City for another week, all the excursions and everything are booked, all sorted!"

"I don't know what to say!"

"Well you could say 'thanks Minnie, you're the most beautiful woman in the world and can we go back to my hotel now and make wild passionate love?'"

I repeated what she'd said and she replied that she thought I'd never ask!

God my mum Minnie is good in bed! We spent the rest of that afternoon and well into the evening re-exploring each other's bodies and making each other gasp as often as we could, it was great, she was great. There was just one thing that I didn't understand, it didn't bother me and I never mentioned it to her but for some reason she just would not let me cum in her mouth. Whenever I went down on her she came freely and copiously in my mouth, I lapped it up! She liked me lapping it up! But when I came she always used a towel or an item of clothing to catch my offerings.

Still, having sex with my mother, my Minnie was better than anyone else in the world!

We eventually went out to dinner and after more sex I had the best night's sleep I'd had in weeks. When it was time for her to leave on Sunday it was a very reluctant Minnie that drove away. The old lady that ran the little guesthouse that I was staying in asked why my cute little girlfriend didn't come stay more often, she was welcome to stay in my room at no extra charge whenever she liked. If only she knew!

Four weeks later I was home for graduation, no chance to get together privately with Minnie though as both my grandparents attended as well, we did try but it was too risky; oh boy was I frustrated! We parted company and then back to France until the end of August. I could have gone home for long weekends a couple of times but instead, Minnie came to me, without, it has to be said, my grandparents knowledge.

Our holiday in Mexico was superb, we saw all the sights and had an excellent time, we also had a lot of sex and our relationship grew closer and closer.

With the holiday over I returned to France. I grew to like it there, I was learning a lot in a company that was considerably more diverse than our own.

When Christmas came and I returned home for the holidays I arrived to a scene of chaos. The snow that year had been heavy in France, but when I got home it became even worse. I'd been home only three days when we were hit by a blizzard. My grandma's sister and her husband, my only aunt and uncle (great aunt and uncle actually) were visiting, they should have been leaving the day before Christmas Eve but the blizzard put a stop to that. It was decided that they would stay for Christmas, that meant that Minnie would have the room next to mine, separated only by the bathroom, to which we both had direct access. Grandma was obviously 'not happy'! Once our bedroom doors were locked, our privacy was more or less assured. We made the most of it; we bathed together and slept together although we had to be careful, Minnie tended to get a bit vocal at times so we had to keep a check on our activities.

The weather didn't improve across the New Year, and although. I'd had an excellent time with Minnie I was actually glad when I was finally able to get back to France. It wasn't that I hadn't had a good time, my relationship with Minnie was better than ever; it was the obvious animosity between her and grandma.

I was in France for another year and a half and my time with that company was coming to an end when I was offered a job by a company in Germany.

Grandad didn't want me to go and offered me a quite healthy raise to stay, grandma was silent on the issue, but it was Minnie who finally persuaded me. Her phone calls got more and more desperate and her promises of fantastic sex got more and more exciting and explicit.

"I mean it Johnny, I'll do anything you want, I'll let you cum in my mouth and I'll swallow, and you can take my tattoo literally!"

"Do you really mean that?"

"Yes, I'll come there next weekend if you like and we'll do it all; you can do anything you want, the word 'No' will not cross my lips!"

I was due for a long weekend in a couple of weeks' time so I told her there was no need, I'd see her at home, but I told her that I needed her to talk to me, there were still things I wanted to know, things that she'd never talked about but that I thought I had a right to know. Now there was hesitation and her voice dropped until I could barely hear her.

"Do I have to Johnny, I'll do anything else you ask of me, anything!"

We left it at that, Minnie was obviously getting upset but I couldn't understand why.

A couple of weeks later I was just getting ready to leave for home when I got a text message from Minnie.

Rather than going home she wanted me to meet her elsewhere, she gave me a postcode for the satnav and said to ask for number four. It seemed very mysterious but I went along with it.

I entered the postcode as soon as I got off the ferry at Dover; all I knew then was that it was an unnamed road in a well-known tourist area in the south of England. It took me a couple of hours to get there, a caravan and mobile home park, or what the Americans call a trailer park. In addition to the caravans there were several log built cabins partially hidden in a large wooded area. In the reception office when I asked for number four I was directed to one of the cabins.

Minnie's car was parked round the side when I pulled up at the cabin; I hadn't been able to see it from reception.

As I got out of my car Minnie came out of the cabin, she looked amazing. Gone was Minnie the Goth, in her place was a gorgeous blonde bombshell, she was wearing a pale skirt, almost a kilt, and white blouse, open at the neck, her pale pink shoes had three or four inch block heels and she was wearing silky stockings. Gone was the stark red and black make-up, instead she was very pale, a light pink lipstick and pale blue eye-shadow was about all she was using, she looked delectable! She was surprisingly exuberant when we greeted each other and went straight into the explanation. She owned the cabin and two more like it on the site; she'd bought them as investments some years previously but had never used any of them herself until then. She wanted us to be away from home when she finally answered all my questions.

"You are going to answer my questions then?"

"Yes, I've left it too long already; I should have told you things a long time ago but I've been afraid to; I also needed someone else's agreement; I think you might hate me, so I wanted us to be away from home when we have this conversation and you start shouting at me. I don't want us fighting in front of mum and dad." She looked at the ground as she told me that she didn't want us to fall out.

I promised that I wouldn't shout at her, no matter what she had to tell me. We sat outside in beautiful evening sunshine and drank wine and ate bread and cheese.

Minnie began her story.

"My mother didn't cope very well with me getting pregnant and she was more than glad to see me go off to university. The only reason I ever went home was to see you, and even then my mother controlled every move I made and every moment I had with you.

When I eventually finished my degree and started work at the company things got even worse until I made a deal with your grandad."

I could see that something was coming, Minnie was looking down at the ground and the bounce had gone from her voice.

"Dad bought me the flat and gave me the deposits for these cabins, the idea was that I'd have an independent source of income, in return he visited me once or twice a month at the flat and I took care of his needs."

"You mean you...?"

"Yes, I slept with him, although we didn't actually sleep. I wasn't forced or raped or anything like that, I was sort of reluctant to begin with but I was willing. He and mother didn't have any real sex life, mother treated him abominably and he deserved better than that. I love my dad, he'd given me anything I'd asked for all my life and I needed to give something back."

I honestly couldn't imagine grandad and Minnie together in that way, but had to ask.

"Do you still do that?"

"No, after he had that heart scare just before you went to Uni' we stopped, it was too risky."

Her voice dropped to a whisper, "I give him an occasional blow job."

I admit that I was a bit shocked, what she'd done in the past just seemed a long time ago but the thought that she might have done it just yesterday was different somehow.

"He still makes you...?"

"No, you don't understand, he's never made me do anything, I was willing, still am, not as much as I used to be, since you and I began..."

She stopped talking and just stared at the ground. I reached over and took her hand in mine.

"It doesn't alter anything between us, I love you just the same, but I can understand grandma being angry with you all the time even though it boils down to her I guess!"

"She doesn't know about it!"

"Okay then why the attitude between you...?"

I stopped, I thought about it for a few moments. They say that thought processes are remarkably fast, maybe they were a little slower in me due to the wine, but that didn't account for my brain being asleep all those years when the clues were right in front of my face.

A lot went through my mind. Over the years I'd had a lot of thoughts about my father, Minnie had never mentioned him and if I'd ask she'd shrug it off and just say "never mind!" I'd occasionally had dreams about what kind of man he might be, good or bad, and I'd even thought it might be the dreadful 'Kirk'. The main contender though was 'Uncle' Gerald; the co-owner of the business along with my grandad and Minnie.

For as long as I could remember Gerald had been around; he was not only grandad's business partner but was his life-long friend. It was Gerald who introduced my grandparents as he'd known my grandma at the chapel he used to go to; and she still did. Some of my best Birthday and Christmas presents had come from Uncle Gerald and even now as an adult he was very friendly towards me and certainly treated Minnie like a daughter.

But that still didn't explain grandma's attitude. I decided to just go for broke!

"Grandad's not just my grandad is he?"

I could see the upset in Minnie's face but she seemed to actually brighten up for a second.

"Yes he is, he is just your grandad, I know what you're thinking but you're wrong." She seemed to collect her thoughts and then continued. "You know Gerald is a single man, he lost his wife to cancer a couple of years after they were married. He has no other family so he used to come to us every Christmas because mum and dad didn't like to think of him being on his own. He got me pregnant; Gerald is your father." She went on.

"I didn't tell mother who your father was, we lied; you grandad and I told your grandma it was him."

She'd quite obviously said enough for now and I'd never seen her look so despondent, I decided to take control of the situation and standing up I went around to her and picked her up in my arms.

There were tears in her eyes when she asked what I was doing?

"I've never really made love to my gorgeous mother before, I think now would be a good time."

I carried her into the cabin and over the living area to the fireplace; it was a warm evening so the fire wasn't lit but there was a thick rug on the floor and I stood her on it. We kissed, like we had so many times in the past, but this time felt different, it was somehow less urgent, gentler. As we kissed I unfastened the buttons on her blouse and slid my hands around her back and unhooked her bra.

We continued our kissing as both the blouse and bra fell to the floor. Minnie's hands came around my head as I broke from her lips and kissed around her ears, working my way down her slender neck to her breasts. Her nipples, as ever were as hard as nuts but so sensitive that the slightest touch made her moan and shudder.

My mum, Minnie, did a lot of moaning and shuddering that evening, and as I paid homage to her fabulous breasts her hands went down to my trousers and in no time at all they joined her bra and blouse on the floor at our feet.

I was hard, as hard as I'd ever been, but when Minnie made a move to go down on her knees I pushed her further down and laid her on the rug. I took her skirt and pants off her but left the suspender belt and stockings on; those silky stockings always seriously turned me on. When she wasn't wearing tights Minnie always wore a suspender belt, even with so called 'stay-up' stockings; because they just didn't stay up!

I started at her feet and kissed and sucked her toes, that always got her going and she murmured as I gently kissed my way up first one then the other leg, to her beautifully shaved and smooth pubic area. I kissed and licked her mound and up to her navel and then back down towards her by now very swollen pussy lips. As I pushed my tongue into her warm crease she opened her legs just slightly and said "Love my Johnny, love me, I love you so much!"

I stood up and dropped my underpants to the floor and pulled off my shirt. I was stood over my mum, my Minnie, naked and with my erection sticking straight out in front of me; laid on the floor at my feet was my mother, my lover; I don't think I'd ever really thought of it that way before as I looked down at her and she opened her arms to me and beckoned me to her. I knelt on the floor between her legs.

Minnie's legs came up and her knees parted as I pushed slowly into her wet and willing sex.

Our lovemaking that evening was just that, lovemaking. On virtually every previous occasion we'd had sex we'd gone at it like raving nymphos, tearing at each other's clothes and bodies in an insatiable attempt to pleasure ourselves. It had always been about lust, for both of us; we'd been as bad as each other and on more than one occasion I'd had to buy Minnie new lingerie after we'd torn or damaged new items that she'd bought just to please me!

This time we took our time, our eyes rarely broke contact as I slowly slid my increasingly hard cock in and out of her soaking vagina. As I leaned down and kissed her, her pelvis rose up to meet my thrusts and her legs wrapped around my body; her nipples were like nuts and as I suckled on one she managed to get the other to her mouth and sucked it herself, something she knew I loved to watch her do. After a minute or two she relaxed back down and her head went back as she softly moaned that she loved me. "Do it to me Johnny, you can do this to me forever!"

I wished I could do it forever but a man can only go for so long before nature takes over and when I felt the pressure had finally reached its peak and I let myself go, we hit the top of that mountain together, with Minnie on her back with her legs wrapped tightly around my waist and our eyes locked together. For the first time I remember I actually gasped out loud as I released a massive spurt into her and she arched her back and bucked like a horse as her legs tightened around me and her finger nails did some damage to my lower back! I fired so many shots into her I lost count and she bucked and screamed like never before.

We fell apart and lay next to each other on the rug as we cooled down. I noticed that there were tears on Minnie's cheeks and asked what was wrong? I'd never believed in tears of happiness but Minnie assured me they were real.

Minnie

I suppose at this point it's time for more explanations. Johnny started to put all this down but I prefer to tell it in my own words; so here goes!

I was a teenager; I was small, flat chested, and looked nearer eight than eighteen. All my school friends were already wearing lacy bras and sexy knickers, I was in a vest and bullet proof pants. I was the laughing stock of the changing room.

I'd had a bad Christmas Eve, I'd been looking for teenage lingerie; my mother who was with me was looking for 'suitable underwear' for me, and we'd been getting nowhere. The 'bra lady' in the high street shop told me not to worry; I'd get a bust after I'd had a couple of children! Just to add insult to injury and add to my depression a guy in a santa suit patted me on the head and gave me a 'lollypop' on the way out of the shop!

I was down, and I stayed down the next day, in spite of it being Christmas Day, no real sympathy from mother, she just didn't understand. After mother had gone to bed that evening I sat up with my dad and Uncle Gerald and dad got his Christmas whiskey out and he and Gerald had a glass. Drinking in the house (or anywhere else for that matter) was very much frowned upon by my mother but she did relax it a little at Christmas; she would never have allowed me a drink though, so it was dad who gave me 'just a tot' out of his glass. I kept 'topping him up' until he was pretty drunk and very relaxed. Gerry didn't need any help.