Steve hated his job and the fact that he has to leave his wife for weeks at a time, but the money was good, and his son’s college fees was a nightmare. He didn’t mind working for another decade or two, but he wished Daniel would be more serious about his studies. Steve didn’t like it that his son had gone and get involved with a girl. He knew what it was like getting tied down at such a young age, just as he had with May. Though he didn’t regret tying the knot with May, he was haunted by the opportunities he had missed in his youth and he didn’t want Daniel to end up the same way.
One day, Steve left his office at the usual time and prepared himself mentally to face the insane peak hour traffic which stood between him and his home. He reached his car in the building’s basement where a fat man in plain slacks and an ugly floral shirt was waiting for him.
Steve stopped in his tracks and wondered if anyone so heavyset could actually be a mugger.
“Mr. Ting?” The fat man said.
“Y-y-yes?”
The fat man approached him and offered him a hand. Steve looked at the pudgy thing suspiciously without shaking it. The man withdrew his hand.
“I am here on behalf of a client to offer you a business proposition.”
“Uh… I don’t want to buy any drugs.”
“Not that kind of business. Can I buy you a drink somewhere? Traffic’s a bitch anyway. I assure you, you will at least want to hear what I have to offer.”
Steve didn’t like the man, but he was intrigued. So they went back up to the ground floor of the office building and sat in a coffee shop.
“Not exactly what I had in mind when I said ‘drink’, but to each his own,” said the fat man.
“What is this about?” Steve asked.
“How would you like to make five thousand a week?”
“I barely make that in a month.”
“I know.”
“How do you know?”
“Doesn’t matter. Would you like to earn a lot extra?”
“Depends. I won’t do it if it’s illegal.”
“On the contrary, my client wants to hire you exactly because it’s the legal thing to do.”
“And who is your client?”
“I can only divulge that information if you accept the deal.”
“Okay, what’s the deal?”
“We need your consent on paper to wire your house.”
“I beg your pardon?”
“We need to put your house under surveillance.”
“Why?”
The fat man took a wheezing breath. “You have new guests in your home lately have you not?”
“My sister in law and nephew, yes.”
“Suffice to say, it is Sandra we’re interested in, that’s all.”
“Why?”
“I’ll only tell you that if you sign this agreement to let us bug your house,” the fat man replied, producing a sheaf of papers from a file.
“Are you with the police?”
“No, this is a private investigation.”
Steve stared at the papers. The wheels in his mind was turning. “Is Sandra having an affair?” He asked the man.
The fat man smiled. “You’re smarter than you look.”
“Then your client must be Raymond, who is still in Australia?”
“I can neither confirm or deny that statement until you sign the papers.”
“I… I’ll have to ask my wife.”
“Unfortunately, that is not possible. It is clear whose side she will be on.”
“What if I refuse the deal and tell my wife anyway?”
The fat man’s smile grew wider. It seemed less than a smile than an attempt to bare his fangs. “Then Mr. Ting,” he said, “You would have made a powerful enemy.”
“I… I need to think.”
“Of course. Just bare in mind that the price is negotiable. Even on its own, an extra 5k a week will go a long way in paying for your son’s education. Not to mention your mortgage, car loans, and your son’s eventual university fees. It’s no joke, paying for tertiary education. At least in Singapore, their local institutions are worth a damn. This is Malaysia. A local degree is only worth it’s weight in toilet paper. Do you know, Steve… Can I call you Steve? I’ll just go ahead and call you Steve…. Do you know how much university tuition costs in the States? In the UK? In Australia?”
“I…”
“And you’ve been driving around that junk in the basement for how long? Ten years? Wouldn’t it be nice to be able to afford a new car? Maybe not a BMW, but at least something that doesn’t break down twice a year, and one where the air condition doesn’t smell like motor oil.”
“How is five thousand going to buy me a car?”
“It’s five thousand a week, Steve. We’ve yet to negotiate how many weeks it will take. You know what? Since time is of the essence, allow me to exercise my right as the negotiator to double it to 10k a week. My client might bitch a little, but between you and me, he can afford it. But that’s only if you agree right now Steve,” the fat man said, placing a pen on the sheaf of papers and pushing it all across the table to Steve.
Steve swallowed dryly. He picked up the pen and hovered it over the signature column. “On one condition,” he said.
“And what is that?”
“Of everything that is recorded, I shall decide what to release to you and what not to.”
“As is your right.”
“I want it put down on paper.”
The fat man looked displeased for a second. Then it was gone, his face lit up again with mirth. He reminded Steve of a smiling buddha.
“Of course,” the fat man said as he gathered back the papers. “I’ll redo the agreement and get back to you.”
Steve let out a great sigh when the fat man left. What have I gotten myself in to? He wondered.
Daniel:
On Sunday evening, I help haul my father’s luggage to the taxi waiting outside our house. My father kissed my mother goodbye and then nodded when aunty Sandra wished him a good flight. Was it just me or did daddy seem a little wary of aunty Sandra? Regardless, after my father took off, aunty Sandra was bubbling with excitement. She was like a toddler on her birthday party.
“May,” aunt Sandra said. “This is our chance to have some fun like in the old days.”
My mother giggled. “Might I remind you of our age?”
“Last I checked, boys are still checking me out.”
“Jie!”
“What?”
“Don’t simply say things. Daniel still there!”
I rolled my eyes at them. “I’m not a baby you know?” I said.
I left the women laughing and went to my room. After I closed the door, I heard voices coming from the bathroom which was connected to the guest room. I figured Jonathan must be in there, talking on his phone. Curious, I tried to listen in. It was no use though, because for some reason, the guy’s voice was kept down. However, he sounded nervous.
I decided to fuck off and get some studying done. Yeah right. Half an hour later, I was on my bed, messaging my girlfriend. I heard my mother and aunty Sandra laughing outside. They seemed to be headed to their rooms. Then some time later, there was more laughter and voices as they passed by my door again.
The door to my room opened and my mother popped her head in. She had her hair done and was sporting lipstick with some very light make-up.
“Daniel,” She called me. “Your aunty is bringing me to a party. Don’t stay up late okay? Tomorrow got school.”
“Okay mummy,” I answered.
I messed around online for a while then went downstairs for some instant noodles. The moment I stepped out of my room, it was clear to me I was home alone. It would seem Jonathan had gone out as well. I had my supper then went back upstairs and SMSed under the bed covers until after 1 am. By then, I was feeling parched so I headed downstairs to the kitchen for a drink of water. As I was about to go upstairs again, I heard voices at the front door. It would seem the girl’s night out has been concluded.
Then I noticed one of the voices being distinctly male and unfamiliar to me. More out of reflex than anything, I slipped into the study and peeked out the small door space. The front door of the house opened almost right away and Jonathan stumbled in with his arm supporting my mother.
Shit, it was obvious she was drunk. My mother didn’t hold alcohol very well. Then aunty Sandra stumbled in escorted by a guy I’ve never seen before. He looked a bit younger than Jonathan, but there was something about his face that tickled my brain for some reason.
Aunty Sandra was flushed red and drunk as well. She was prone to bursting out in giggles.
“Here, let’s sit you girls down,” the stranger said.
“Girls!” Aunty Sandra exclaimed.
My mother burst out laughing at that.
“I’ll have you know Marcus, that I’m old enough to be your mother,” Sandra said.
Marcus, the new guy maintained a charming smile as he escorted aunt Sandra to the couch. “If only I was that lucky,” he replied.
“Ish, don’t say that,” aunty Sandra said as she was being plopped down beside my mother, “What would your mother say?”
“I… I don’t have a mother.” Marcus replied.
“Oh gosh! Marcus, I’m so sorry,” went aunty Sandra.
“It’s alright. Let me get you girls a glass of water.”
I ducked out of the way deeper into the study when Marcus walked past to get to the kitchen. That Marcus fellow sure seems like a gentleman. I peeped back outside just in time to see Jonathan walk past into the kitchen after Marcus. For some reason, Jonathan smells fishy to me. I realized that the guy had been acting rather weird lately.
The study was connected to the kitchen via the downstairs bathroom. Silent as a mouse that is deader than a doornail, I sneaked up to the other end to eavesdrop on the guys in the kitchen.
“So we doing this?” Jonathan said.
“Y-you sure?” Marcus replied. “I know you got some weird tastes man, but this is your stepmum we’re talking about.”
“You’re one to talk. Anyway, it’s now or never man. You won’t ever score a chance like this again.”
“Okay dude. Stand back and watch the master at work.”
“Hey, don’t overconfident okay? If anything go wrong, you’re on your own,” Jonathan said.
“If they weren’t interested, I wouldn’t even be here dufus. Now it’s just a matter of getting them to admit it.”
The two then left the kitchen. By then my heart was racing like crazy. Something was seriously going on. I scrambled back to the study and peeked out to the living room again.
“Here, drink these, it’ll ease up your hangover tomorrow,” Marcus said handing the women a glass of water each.
“Thank you Marcus,” aunty Sandra replied, “And I’m sorry for what I said earlier. It was insensitive of me.”
“It’s alright, it was a long time ago.”
“If you don’t mind us asking, what happened?” my mother asked.
Man, first they apologize to the fella, then they dig deeper into the same subject. I think the alcohol is really screwing up their heads.
“There was a traffic accident when I was young.”
“I’m so sorry,” My mother said.
“Yeah, my dad raised me alone after that. My aunt also helped a little.”
Marcus sat himself down on a footrest stool before aunty Sandra and picked up her foot. I swallowed hard as I watched. Like my mother, aunty Sandra was wearing a black bodycon dress. One that clung to her lovely figure like a second skin. They obviously had gone shopping together. When Marcus lifted her foot, her thighs parted and the skirt rode up. Surprised, aunty Sandra quickly pressed down her skirt.
“What are you doing?” aunty Sandra asked.
“I’m giving you a foot massage. You were on heels the entire night.”
“That’s not necessary. Ooooh… Mmmm. That’s good.”
“Nice right? I took a massage course once.”
“Really? Oh yes, right there. I really am sore.”
My mother was watching them with what seemed to be amusement. What the fuck? They barely met the guy and now they’re letting him massage their feet in their house? I reminded myself to stay away from alcohol. It appears those things really nuke your brain cells.
I suddenly noticed Jonathan was nowhere to be seen. After negotiating a new angle, I found him sitting at the dining table, nervously watching things progress in the living room. What the fuck’s going on?
“Aunty May, I’ll do you next,” Marcus said, flashing her a smile.
My mother blushed. “Erm, it’s really not necessary.”
“Come on. I noticed you weren’t really used to standing on such high heels.”
“Oh gosh, was it that obvious?”
“I can tell.”
“Well, my feet is a little sore…”
“Here,” Marcus said, lifting my mother’s foot with his other hand. “Luckily god gave me two hands.”
“Mmmm…” My mother sighed. “You really are good at this.”
I watched as Marcus slowly massaged higher up their calves to their knees. I wonder if it really feels that good. My mother and aunty Sandra relaxed back into the couch and closed their eyes. Sometimes they would arch their bodies back a little and part their mouths and sigh.
Marcus would switch between their legs sometimes, but it became apparent to me that he was giving more attention to aunty Sandra. Perhaps it was because she was on his right and he was right handed. Anyway, his hand had moved above her knee, his strong fingers rubbing up the inside of her smooth and supple thigh. The women’s milky white skin were a stark contrast to the black dress they were wearing so it was not hard for me to notice more and more of her flesh being revealed as his hand pushed her skirt higher.
Meanwhile, his left hand was still on my mother’s knee. What ever he was doing there my mother seemed to like it so she continued laying back with her eyes shut, oblivious to the fact that Marcus’s right hand was already halfway up her sister’s thigh.
Damn. It was getting hot in here.
I found it hard to believe that aunty Sandra was not aware of Marcus’s hand though. If she did however, she didn’t do anything about it. She too still had her eyes closed but her mouth was open a little. She was breathing through her mouth. Was she panting?
Marcus slid his hand up the final few centimeters and squeezed the soft insides of her upper thigh. I caught aunty Sandra biting her lower lip. Shit! So she wasn’t asleep or something. After a few minutes of this, aunty Sandra’s eyes flew open as well as her mouth. Yet, no sound came out. She gawked at Marcus who gazed back at her, his eyes gleaming with amusement. Marcus seemed to move his hand causing aunty Sandra to arch off the couch. She threw a quick glance at my mother who I’m not sure was sleeping or just resting her eyelids. Aunty Sandra then covered her mouth with her hands, but she was just a split second too late. I heard her muffle a moan.
I knew then Marcus had slipped past her panties and was probably fingering aunty Sandra’s hot snatch.
Steve felt restless. He was boarding in an hour or so and something just didn’t sit well with him. He pulled out his phone, intending to call home, but then changed his mind at the last minute. He called Sam instead.
Sam was the fat man who wanted to bug his house. After a short wait, Sam finally picked up the phone.
“Yeah?”
“Is this Sam?”
“Who is this?”
“Steve. We met a few days ago?”
“Oh yeah. How can I help you?”
“I just wanted to check with you if anything out of the ordinary happening at my house?”
“Who do you think I am? Jason Bourne? I haven’t got the chance to set things up yet.”
“Oh,” Steve replied, a little disappointed with the news and also annoyed at Sam at the same time. “Let me know when you get something okay?”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah. I gotta go. Call you back when I have an update.”
Sam ended the call. Steve sighed, wondering if he had done the right thing. He wondered if he should have run it by May first.
Across the state, Sam sat in his cramped little room and tossed his phone aside. On his multiple computer screens, he watched Marcus get to work on the two women in the living room.
“That fucker’s good,” Sam mumbled to himself.
As he watched on, his right hand slowly slid into his shorts. No sense of letting a good scene go to waste, he thought.
++++++++++
May was in heaven. Or at least it felt like somewhere between earth and heaven. Plied with alcohol and comfortable under the ministrations of Marcus’s skilled hands, she found herself drifting off. Somewhere from beside her she heard Sandra moan. Jie must be enjoying the massage as well, she thought.
May didn’t know how much time had passed. Perhaps she was already snoozing. However she distinctly began to feel warmer. Gradually, she was being brought back to the surface of consciousness by the sound of heavy breathing.
“Ah… Ah… Ah… Marcus, don’t…”
May opened her eyes and immediately glimpsed to her left. Sandra was writhing beside her. Her dress had nearly ridden up her waist and Marcus had his hand clamped between her smooth milky white thighs. May was about to say something when she realized a sensation between her own legs. Looking down, she saw that Marcus has a hand between her thighs as well. He was running his thumb up and down her soaked panties, expertly brushing her clit with every stroke, making her shiver with pleasure.
“Marcus!” May gasped. “W-what…”
“Hush,” Marcus whispered sharply. He nudged his head towards the dining area behind May.
May turned to see and saw Jonathan sitting bent over the table, snoozing.
“Don’t wake him,” Marcus said slyly.
“Marcus, stop,” May pleaded.
“Ooooh, Ahhhh, Marcus,” Sandra suddenly moaned. She arched back mightily, her mouth gaping wide. Then she broke out into shudders, moaning loudly.
“Shhhhh,” Marcus chastised her, all while he continued to pump two fingers in and out of her slick, wet pussy, prolonging her orgasm.
May was so stunned and aroused by the sight of her sister cumming beside her than she failed to notice Marcus’s fingers until it had slipped past her panties and was rubbing along her tight slit.
“Marc… ahhh… Noooo,” May pleaded weakly. Her body grew weak as pleasure coursed through her.
Marcus withdrew his hand from Sandra, allowing her to rest. He raised one of May’s perfect white legs and began kissing along her thigh. “Holy shit, you’re beautiful May, you know that?”
Despite herself, May blushed. Marcus withdrew his hand and slowly peeled her soaked panties off. May sat awkwardly on the couch, her eyes shut as she panted. Sensing that she wasn’t going to resist, Marcus gently parted her thighs and lowered his face to her beautiful pink pussy. She was neatly trimmed, maintaining only a light strip of hair on her mound. She looked delicious. Marcus breathed on her pussy and felt May moan softly and shudder. Smiling, he began to eat out her pussy.
May gasped again and again in response to Marcus’s hot tongue lapping slowly over her pussy slit. She knew that she should probably get a handle on the situation but as the handsome boy between her thighs reached deeper and deeper into her moist depths with his talented tongue, her thoughts kept getting pushed farther and farther away. May hadn’t been sexually active past the last few months on account of Steve being busy, pushing for the promotion and all. She had been so preoccupied in supporting her husband that she didn’t realize, until now, how sexually neglected she had been.
May felt Marcus slip a finger into her pussy and then press his hot tongue against her clit. “OH!!! Ah!!!” She nearly screamed as she came.
She was dazed for a moment from the intensity of her orgasm. When she came to, she realized Marcus was gone from between her thighs and Sandra was moaning again like crazy beside her. To her disbelief, her own heart was racing again and her arousal, previously quenched, was creeping back over her body.
She looked to her left and saw Marcus eating out her sister with a gusto. Sandra’s panties were on the floor and she had her hands on the boy’s head but was not pushing him away from between her legs. She was caressing his head of hair. Marcus lapped away for quite some time, bathing Sandra in perspiration and pleasure. May then saw him reach down with one hand and unbuckle his belt. Her heart skipped a beat. She found herself unable to do anything but watch, mesmerized as a boy not much older than her own son confidently freed his manhood from the confines of his trousers and jacked it to its full glory.
Oh, my, that’s a big one, May thought. She felt herself tingling a little and her pussy grow wet with fresh juices at the sight of Marcus’s virile young cock.
Marcus rose from Sandra’s pussy causing her to whine in protest. “Oh, no, don’t stop…” she said.
“Don’t worry,” Marcus said. “I’ll give you something better.” He guided Sandra to turn around and bend over the couch with her knees on the carpet and her chest on the seat.
Disoriented, Sandra looked to her side and caught May looking at her, sitting with her shapely white legs exposed. The sisters’ eyes met and it dawned on Sandra what was about to happen.
“Marcus? W-wait…. Nooooo… Aaahhh!” Sandra said and then moaned when she felt Marcus slowly sink his hard cock into her. “O-o-oh my god, you’re so big,” She said, panting furiously.
“Hush, relax, just relax,” Marcus cooed. He took it slow, pushing and pulling his cock in and out of the beautiful older woman’s unbelievably tight cunt. “God, Sandra, you’re making me so hot. I love waxed pussies.”
May shuddered again at the frankness the boy addressed something so private. Never in her life had she imagined seeing her respectable older sister being treated like this. Sandra’s eyes were glazed over with lust and her mouth gaped to accommodate her furious panting. Her entire body moved back and forth a little together with Marcus and each time Marcus thrust forward, he was easing in a little more of his thick cock into her.
When Marcus finally buried all of his thick hard meat inside Sandra, he bent over to kiss her on her shoulders and whisper a few words of encouragement in her ear. Then he continued doing her from behind, very slowly at first but quickly working up to a steady thrusting pace. Sandra could only gasp and whimper as she valiantly took each filling of boymeat. Her face was deeply flushed and her body glistened with sweat, particularly her shapely milk-white butt which started to slap vigorously against Marcus’s groin.
Sandra’s began breaking into moans. May was becoming overwhelmed with desire herself. She never thought watching her sister have sex would have such an effect on her. Before she realized it, one of her hands had wondered between her thighs.
“Uggh! Ohhh! Ahhh!” Sandra wailed. Her hands clenched over the sofa covers and her body shuddered as she came.
Marcus immediately stopped thrusting to accomodate her orgasm. He also savored the feeling of Sandra’s tight pussy cumming uncontrollably around his cock. When she was spent, he carefully extracted his cock, drawing another moan as his cock slid out of her stretched pussy.
Sandra weakly turned around to sit on the floor, her back against the couch. She was looking at Marcus’s still rock hard cock, drenched in her juices. The expression on her face told Marcus she couldn’t believe that that thing had fit inside her. Her face was glowing with satisfaction. Not only had it fit in her but it had given her the best fucking of her life.
Marcus chuckled and knelt before her before bending down to kiss her on the lips. Sandra was either too weak to protest or too mesmerized.
“You were so sexy, you know that?” Marcus said. He then glanced at May, who was looking at him, while slightly rubbing her pussy. He sat down beside her. “Let me help you with that,” he said.