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Chapter 1
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 1 - After my aunt got divorced from her husband, she was feeling alone, so my mom told me to go and console her. But I didn't expect that full dynamic with her would lead me to her bedroom.
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“She’s getting a divorce,” my mother said. “It’s gone wrong for her with your Uncle Mike. Be careful what you say. Don’t upset her ... All right?”
I gave a half-shrug. “‘Course,” I said.
My mother looked at me, brow furrowed, arms crossed, her whole attitude about how I might blurt something insensitive to her sister. In a careful, suspicious tone, she said, “Promise, Thomas?”
It was serious when she used my full first name. Other times, I was Tom or Tommy, but when she meant it, when it was serious to her, I was Thomas.
“Yes,” I said, close to snapping it out. My mother’s constant worrying about tiny details could be wearing at times, and, not that I was unsympathetic towards Aunt Marion’s predicament, I had my own problems to deal with. Exams and girls were uppermost in my mind that August morning in 1978.
My mother’s face relaxed. “Good,” she sighed with a quick shake of her head. Then, bustling about the kitchen in her search for purse, cigarettes, lighter, and keys, my mother added, “You’ll be home early, won’t you?”
I nodded. “Yeah. One exam today.”
“Then she’ll be here when you get back this afternoon. I’ll be home about half-five.” Pausing, my mother fixed me with a stern look. “Make sure you don’t say anything stupid, Tom. You know,” she breathed, expression forlorn, “just be kind to your aunty.”
“Yeah, right,” I said, my mind moving towards that morning’s exam. My insides flipped at the thought of it, family problems displaced.
With her essentials in her handbag, my mother moved in close. “Good luck,” she said, pulling me in for a hug.
“Thanks,” I replied, suddenly grateful for her concern.
My mother broke away and grabbed her bag. “God, I’ll be late,” she gasped.
Then she was gone, leaving me to my own quick morning routine in which I slurped cereal, brushed my teeth, and, in that pivotal time of life, worried about the forthcoming exam.
I left the house and made my way to the college along the usual route. I met with the lads, the small clique I’d grown up with. Our banter and horseplay were more subdued that morning. We had bigger things on our minds. Or at least a few of us did. I had concerns for my future, plans to fulfil, and was determined to do well in my exams. Not all my peers were of the same mind, but I had always been a diligent student. I wanted to get on with a good education so I could get a good job. I had ideas about engineering, maybe abroad, away from what I thought of as dreary old England, although, being August, the morning was already promising another glorious day of sunshine.
The exam didn’t pose any problems for me, so, light in heart and tread, after a laugh and a joke with the lads, I went home for something to eat, and it wasn’t until I walked around the side of the house to the back door that I remembered Aunt Marion was coming to stay.