Hester's Place

I don't remember much about mum's sister. She married an American and moved to Florida when I was about five. Mum flew out to visit her a couple of times but I stayed at home with Dad. That was sixteen years ago. She was coming home, permanently. Her husband had an undiagnosed condition. Totally out of the blue, he had a heart attack and passed away. There was a family welcome home party. I saw her but didn't really get to talk to her much. My first impression: curly brown hair and a flowery dress. Not much to go on.

I'm at a loose end, contemplating my future. I recently graduated from university, with a degree in automotive engineering. I had my life planned out. University and then into Formula 1. It turned out that all of the people on my course had the same idea and all got the same result. No job.

Wanting to get me out from under her feet, Mum found me something to do. Hester had kept her house in the UK but it had been rented out. The tenants had gone but there was a lot of sorting out to do. Mum volunteered me. I packed a couple of holdalls into the pile of rust that passes for my cheap car and went to stay for a week or more.

She may have been relaxed about it, I was tense and nervous. She tried her best to put me at ease by setting to work. We went through the rooms, and she pointed out what was to stay, what was to be given away and what needed breaking up and disposing of. Actually, she'd been quite lucky; the house wasn't in bad condition, considering. What broke the tension was the bedroom.

"I slept on the sofa last night. That mattress has seen some action. The springs have gone and look at all of the stains."

I probably shouldn't have but I betrayed the hint of an understanding giggle.

"Two of us on the sofa tonight." She said.

I coughed and spluttered.

"It's alright, they're delivering a couple of mattresses today and taking this and the one from the back room. Although we can share it if you like."

"The back room will be fine."

"Spoilsport."

On this first day, I really thought she was joking just to make me feel at home. We spent the day making a sort of inventory. The two new mattresses didn't arrive until late afternoon. The delivery men seemed as dubious as Hester had about the mattress from the main bedroom but they took it anyway. We made the beds up, ready for the evening. It had been a long day, so she took me out to dinner.

I like her. She has a good sense of humour. She's a bit more outgoing than mum. I don't know if it is something that had rubbed off on her in America or whether she'd always been like that. On the way back we picked up some beers and a couple of bottles of wine at the convenience store.

"I'll do some proper shopping in the morning." She said.

A couple of beers and I was ready for a bath and bed.

In the morning she was up early. She made coffee and then went out. Breakfast would have to wait until she got back. I set to work, moving everything that was being disposed of, out into the back garden. I'd break it up later. At least that made it easier to see what else needed doing. She'd brought pastries, I ate two and we went back to sorting out. She made some calls, arranging for some of the furniture to be collected by a charity.

By the end of the fourth day, I was pretty tired. Every day I'd got filthy dirty, hot and sweaty and my muscles were aching. However, we'd broken the back of it. I took a long soak in the bath before dinner.

"Day off tomorrow. We're going out."

"Where?"

"It's a surprise but one you'll like."

If where we were off to was a surprise, so was Hester. At her welcome home party she'd had on a loose, flowery dress. All the time we'd been sorting out the houses she'd had on jogging bottoms a sweatshirt or a baggy jumper. This morning I almost fell over. She had on a bright red jumper so tight it could have been sprayed on. It accentuated what was clearly a rather impressive bust. There was a four-inch-wide black leather belt over the top of it, around her narrow waist. Her lower half was clad in skin-tight black leggings. Shapely. She was like something from a 1940s girly calendar.

"Wishing you'd taken up the offer to share the sofa? Had your chance. Missed it..... For now."

I didn't answer that but she had a point. We had breakfast and set off. Her car, not mine. The weight of two people would probably have collapsed the floor of mine. We only went about five miles. It didn't seem like much of a day out, as she pulled up beside a nondescript sort of factory unit on an industrial estate. There were half a dozen others all the same. We got out of the car and I followed her through a small side door into an office. She tapped the bell on the counter and an old bloke in overalls appeared.

"Bloody hell, I thought you were dead, you old slapper," He said.

"Nice to see you too. I've brought you a present." She said, pointing at me.

"Is he any good?"

"I haven't tried him yet. That's your job."

I wondered what the hell they were talking about.

"Come on." He said and we followed him into the main part of the unit.

My jaw just about hit the floor. It was set up as a huge workshop. Up on ramps or on the floor were 1960s Aston Martins, Ferraris, a couple of E-Type Jaguars and even a pre-war Bugatti. You'd never have guessed from outside. There had to be millions of pounds worth of motors in here.

"Still got your old banger?" He asked Hester.

"It should still be in the garage. I can't find the key and it's all overgrown. It's been there since I went to the States."

"Here's the deal. Get it running, drive it here, and you can have a job." He said, looking at me.

I still wasn't entirely sure what was going on. It must have shown on my face.

"Not fancy working with these?" He said, waving his hand around

"You bet."

If you can't work in the pinnacle of motor sport, this wouldn't be a bad second best. Hester gave him a big kiss and what looked like a friendly tap around his groin. The bloke's name is Ken. He'd run a small garage where Hester took her car for servicing and repairs. He'd got a reputation for being able to solve difficult problems with old cars and set up a business dealing with classics. It looked like he was doing well. He showed me round, introduced me to his staff and we left.

In the car on the way back, I was curious about what I'd let myself in for. Back at her place, armed with a shovel, a large hammer and a screwdriver, we went down the garden to the garage. The back of it was covered in ivy and brambles. Into the lane at the back, I started digging out around the bottom of the door, pulling away more ivy. Eventually, I found the large padlock. One smack with a hammer and it fell apart. I dragged the doors open. Inside was a bright red, if very dusty, Datsun 240Z. I had a poster of this very car on my wall, as a kid. I even had a die-cast model of one.

"Still got the model I gave you?" She asked.

"You?"

"You liked this so much, I got you the model."

"I don't remember that."

"Think you can fix it? I'll pay for the parts. If you get her going, you can have her."

"Wow."

"I told your mother I could help you. In return, you can help me."

"With the house?"

"Among other things. Have you inherited more than those eyes from your father?"

"Pardon?"

"They haven't told you, have they?"

"Told me what?"

"I went out with him before Imogen did. Talented man your dad. Clearly, my sister had more going for her than I did. I can't complain, Henry was great. A man with appetites, food, booze and sex. Time to say thank you, I think."

This wasn't just a little hint, this was an outright demand. I'd got a bit hot, sweaty and grubby at the garage. I put on the new lock we'd brought and went to clean up. By the time I'd washed and dried myself there was a call from the bedroom. I stood in the doorway with a towel wrapped around, just above my hips.

"Bet your mum can't match this."

"How the hell would I know?"

She was stood at the end of the bed naked. Her breasts looked impressive in the tight sweater, out of it and her bra they were stunning. Large, rounded and with only a little bit of droop. I'd suspected some form of corset to have pulled her waist in that much but it was natural. Narrow, especially for a woman her age. She's a perfect hourglass. I had to laugh, not at her body but the way she'd trimmed her dark brown pubic hair. It was like an arrow, pointing down at her pussy, as if I or anyone else would need directions.

"Gifted, like your father." She said.

No mistaking what she was talking about there was something jutting out below my waist, poking the towel outwards. She moved forward, her breasts bouncing and grabbed the towel, whipping it away, like something from a magic trick. My cock twanged as the towel brushed across it.

"Hope you know what to do with that thing. I need a lot of thanking."

I had a great time at university, sex and rock and roll, I skipped the drugs. I worked hard and partied harder. Some of the young ladies were as intent on having a good time as I was. I've not had any complaints so far. However, fucking your mum's sister is a dodgy exploit and she sounded like she was expecting something special. I wasn't really given any chance to back out, She, had one hand behind my back one running up and down my cock and her lips firmly locked to mine.

Oh well, might as well be hanged for a sheep as a lamb. One hand up to her right breast the other to her left buttock. I've felt women my age who were less firm than Hester. Her boobs are a lot more than a handful and her bum is surprisingly firm. If I was going to end up in the shit, at least it seemed like it would be worth it.

My first impression had led me to believe she'd be a raging nympho. Her actions were anything but. Her fingers on my cock incredibly slow and gentle. She moved a foot slightly and my thigh was between her legs. She was rubbing slowly against me.

"Your dad had a tongue like a snake. Follow the arrow."

She let go of me and moved on to the bed. Alluring doesn't really do her justice. Laying back, her breasts stood up like a couple of decent-sized hillocks. From the foot of the bed her pubic arrow took on a slightly distorted look but what it was pointing at looked amazingly inviting. Her pussy had left a slightly damp trail on my thigh, where it came from was obvious from where I was standing. Her pussy lips were shining with a hint of fluid. I've done this plenty but it was usually me being proactive. Now it was being commanded to do it. Not only that, apparently I was being judged against my father. You always like to think that you can surpass the previous generation. I'd graduated; he hadn't even gone to university. If he had a tongue like a snake, mine would have to be like a monitor lizard. Instead of diving in, I went for the slow approach.

Her inner thighs soft to the touch as they brushed my cheeks and my lips kissed her flesh. I skirted round her pussy, making her wait. I finally made contact, my tongue at the lower edge of her slit, now trickling with her juices. Slowly, I dragged my tongue up the length of her lips, giving a little flick as I reached the top. She let out a contented,

"Ahhhhh."

A sound she echoed over and over again as I repeated the action. It wasn't difficult to gauge the impact of my movements. The angle of her thighs widened. That and the arousal she was feeling opened her pussy as I probed it, which she seemed to appreciate. Her breaths were becoming faster and more audible. Time to see if the snake was what she liked. I flicked the tip of my tongue across her clit, barely touching it but as fast as I could manage. Her thighs closed and her hands pushed down on the back of my head. I love to hear a woman cum, it's a big turn on. I was hoping for some sort of verbal outburst. It's a boost to your ego. It didn't happen. Just several deep and gasping breaths but it was clear that she'd cum.

It took about thirty seconds for her thighs to separate a little but she kept hold of my head. The implication that I should stick to what I'd been doing. I did and the result was the same, on another three occasions before she let go of my head. At that point I didn't really need any guidance. I moved up her lovely, soft warm body and guided my knob into that wet and inviting hole. I gave it my best effort. In the circumstances, I think I did pretty well. The temptation would have been to empty my balls almost immediately, especially looking down at her face, which was exhibiting an almost manic expression. Eventually, I could hold out no longer and with one massive heave, I came, my body trembling until I could no longer hold myself up. My chest squashing her lovely big boobs.

She didn't say anything for a while. She lay quietly below me, her hand gently stroking the back of my head. I've had plenty of sex with women my age. I have to say that older women have an allure all of their own. Experience must have something to do with it. At the time, it didn't really matter that she is mum's sister.

"That will do for starters." She said, finally.

I spent the following day assessing the car, listing all of the spare parts it would need. I'd also need some axel stands. It actually seemed to be in reasonably good condition. The body was sound and the interior just needed a clean. It would need new tyres as they were flat and cracked. The same went for all of the other rubber components, hoses and suspension bushes. They would take a while to arrive. While we waited, I helped her paint the rooms we'd cleared. It took three or four days for all of the car parts to arrive.

Most of the house was looking OK, so I spent the next few days in the garage. I rolled the wheels one at a time to the local garage for new tyres. I drained the coolant and stale fuel and gave it a full service, replacing all of the perished components as I went. Long and tiring work. However, the payoff at the end of each day was worth it. I continued to thank Hester in any way she wanted it. Taking her doggy style, with her lovely rounded rear end was a pleasure I won't forget in a hurry. I don't think she will either. She seemed to like it rather a lot.

I won't say that the car was easy. It wasn't until the end of my fourth whole day that I actually got it started. Even then, it wasn't running perfectly. However, getting her old car going meant that she thought that it was time to thank me. That night she had me lay on the bed while she rode me in cowgirl style. Watching her breasts bounce as she did was a joy in itself. If I thought that her getting me off like this was great, it was nothing to what she did next. She waited for me to recover. For a young guy it doesn't take long. She sat up, still on top of me. I was expecting her to ride me again. She didn't move. Not outwardly. What she was doing with her pussy was almost indescribable. I was like having the most magnificent and luxurious wank, produced only by her muscle control. As I came, my body arched, lifting her up. She smiled like the Cheshire cat. As much at my contorted expression as her own amazing ability. As if to underline our relationship, she asked,

"I wonder if my sister could do that?"

"I don't even want to think about it and I'm not going to ask."

"My tits and arse are better, so she must have something to have tempted your dad. Blowjobs?"

"Ugh. You're enjoying this, aren't you?"

"This is what you get for fucking your auntie."

In some ways, she was right. There is a slight family resemblance. Facial features mostly, but even those aren't that noticeable. Hester takes after her mother. Mum is a lot more like my grandfather, taller and slimmer than Hester. I liked her more curvy frame and what it was capable of.

Although the car wasn't finished, it passed the MOT at the local garage, so I drove Hester to Ken's place. He was impressed, even though there were still a few tidying up jobs to do. I gave him an idea of what I'd done.

"The offer stands, if you want it. Not many young people are interested in the classic stuff. I won't be around forever. Everyone here is over fifty."

That was how my future was sealed. I went home briefly to get more of my stuff. This time in my new, Hester's old, car. Mum and dad were a bit surprised when I pulled up. However, they were pleased that I'd got a job, at least in part, related to my degree. I don't think either of them would have been too happy if they knew what I'd done to get it. Although, presumably, Dad would have understood. The job would have meant a move in any case. Mum actually suggested that I stay with Hester until I got sorted. I had trouble not laughing. Mum had assumed I'd stay in the spare room, rather than Hester's bed.

I suppose all good things will come to an end but at the moment, I hope they don't. Work is great. Although Ken is always telling me,

"More sleep and less shagging."

I guess I must look tired when I arrive in the mornings. I've finished the Datsun; she runs like a dream. The car I had on my wall as a kid is now mine. It has meant scrapping my old car. Well beyond economic repair, even for me. A sad day; it served me well all the way through university but life moves on. I'd never have dreamed of owning my perfect car. Less still would I have considered what I'd done to own it. Some people would be guilt-ridden in my shoes. I'm as happy as can be. A fantastic job, my dream car and an amazingly sexy woman who wants to fuck me senseless. She may be my aunt but I couldn't care less.