Chapter 7

“Hello,” John said into the phone. “Oh, Phyllis It’s so good to hear from you.” John rubbed the pony tailed blond head that was bobbing up and down on his hard pink cock.

Clarissa pulled almost off him and ran her tongue around the edge of his cock head.

John gasped. “No, it’s nothing ... Visit? That would be wonderful Pam and Clarissa...” At than point Clarissa reached under him and fingered his rectum. “ah ... would love to see you. No just a cramp.”

The teen picked up the pace. “Tomorrow? Great just give us a ... call when your plane gets in...”

He could feel his orgasm get closer. “Good bye.” He clicked the off button on the handset and dropped the phone. Both his hands grabbed the head between his legs and held it steady as he shot into the sucking mouth.

“I swear you women are going to kill me.”

After swallowing his load Clarissa licked him like a lollipop and finally said in her little girl voice, “Daddy you taste so good I can’t help myself.”

He groaned and fell back into the chair.

The next day the Marshalls were at Chesterfield County Airport to meet Phyllis’s connecting flight from JFK.

Clarissa was the first to see her aunt, though it was not surprising that her brother and his wife didn’t recognize her.

“God, Aunt Phyllis,” the girl said. “Your so big.” Clarissa was referring to Phyllis’s massive D size rack.

“I could say the same about you Clarissa. Where’s the little pig-tailed nymph I remember?”

“I’ve grown up Auntie.”

That was certainly true, Phyllis thought. The girl seemed to exude raw sensuality. Phyllis had always struggled with her feelings for sexy young girls, all the way back to the way she felt about Veronica Mayo, back in high school. But Veronica was straighter than a 747 runway and things had never progressed beyond some totally standard girl crush hugs. After college Phyllis had devoted herself fully to men, primarily one man, her husband. But that was over now, she thought.

Pam was checking out her new rack and finally said, “Wow Phyllis, you certainly didn’t just go in for a little enhancement.”

The woman blushed. “In for a penny, in for a pound. Not that it did much good. Let’s get my baggage and get out of here.”

She hugged her brother. “Oh Jack I don’t know what I would have done if you were not here for me.”

On the way to the car in short term parking Phyllis deferred their questions until the adults could talk privately without the impressionable, in her mind, teen to hear them.

When they got home Pam sent Clarissa up to her room with a promise to bring her up to speed later. Clarissa sneaked a kiss and shimmied up stairs. John took Phyllis into the den and offered her a drink.

“Just some wine, please.”

“I doubt I have anything as good as you are use to,” he said. Phyllis lived in a village in France, with her husband, an engineer.

“It will be fine.” Phyllis was nervously wringing her hands and John could see how upset she was.

John got a glass for her and Pam. He preferred something a little harder and poured himself a Scotch.

She took a sip of the wine then took a deep breath.

“Bradly has left me.”

“Left you?” Pam inquired. “Was it another woman?”

“If only,” Phyllis responded. John noted that her eyes were glazing with moisture. She was only seconds away from weeping he noted. He stood and stepped toward her.

“He left me for another man. Bradly is gay.” The tears were running now and John reached down and hugged his sister until she composed herself.

“He has run away to the UK,” Phyllis explain.

“How is Jon Phillip taking it?” Pam asked.

“He ... he doesn’t know yet. He is at university and won’t be home for another month.”

“Phyllis,” John said. “You must tell him.”

“Oh Jack, I thought Bradly just didn’t find me attractive anymore. What do I tell my son?”

“So if Bradly is gay why the...” He gestured at her new and improved breasts.

“I didn’t know. I figure if I tried to spice things up a bit. New tits. New hair. Like an affair without an affair ... I was so stupid.”

“Now now,” John hugged her tighter. “You’re not stupid. It’s not your fault.”

Phyllis was on the hot tube patio having a smoke. Pam said to her husband, “She’s so depressed and defeated, like she somehow was such a bad wife he switched teams.”

“That is so totally ridiculous,” John said. “She hasn’t done anything wrong. I can’t believe Bradly would marry her just to cover up his orientation.”

“You remember how things were two decades ago.”

“Even so it was so unfair to her, and to Jon Phillip.”

“We’ll we’re going to have to find a way for her to get her confidence back,” Pam said.

“What have you got going on in that twisted little head of yours?”

“Don’t worry,” she said. “I know what I’m doing.”

The next afternoon, while John was at work and Clarissa at school, Pam mixed up some Margaritas and sat down with Phyllis.

“What have you got there?” Phyllis asked. Pam had brought a pile of big photo albums into the den.

“Just thought you might want to go through some nostalgic memories. So much is online these days but I haven’t had the time to scan all of these into my machine.”

Pam opened a book and pointed to a photo of Phyllis, John and herself. “Ah look, there we are in college.”

“Yes, me already married and you still in high school.” Phyllis laughed. “Your parents couldn’t have been happy about you going out with a college man.”

“You know my parents love John.”

“Bradly was overseas then.”

“I remember,” Pam said.

She turned the page. They looked at pictures of them at college parties. Shots of them on the beach. They use to love taking boats out. With her husband gone Phyllis spent a lot of time with the couple. Maybe too much time the thought came to her, but she repressed it.

“Oh look at this. I didn’t know we had this.” Most of the pictures were from standard roll film, but Pam was pointing to an old Polaroid.

“It must have been taken down in the keys,” She said. It was a picture of Pam and Phyllis wearing only bikini bottoms. Pam’s D size breasts and Phyllis’s C cups were plainly visible. The girls had their arms around each other and they were companionably leaning together.

“Wow,” Pam said looking at her sister-in-law. “They sure are bigger now.”

Phyllis mover her arms outside her breasts and pushed them out, making them appear even bigger.

“How...” Pam hesitated. “How do they feel. I’ve never know anyone with enhance breasts before,” she lied.

“They feel like real breasts. They’re saline. I wasn’t about to trust silicone considering all of the problems they’ve had with them.”

“Can I touch them?”

“Sure,” Phyllis said, taking Pam’s hand and bringing it to the front of her blouse.

“I can’t really feel anything,” Pam complained. “Just your bra.”

Phyllis hesitated only a few seconds. This was a woman she had known most of her life. Truth to tell back in her college days Pam had been one of the girls that she had a girl crush, or more than a girl crush, on. Phyllis opened her blouse and pulled down her bra so that it was below her breasts.

“They look so real,” Pam said, letting a tone of awe enter her voice.

She tentatively reached out to touch Phyllis’s breast, as if touching another woman’s breast wasn’t something she did almost everyday.

“Are they pretty insensitive now?” she asked rubbing her hand across the orb and capturing the nipple.

Phyllis gasped. “N-oo,” she panted. “They’re actually very sensitive.”

“Do they really feel natural?” Pam persisted. She reached for her own breast. Since she wasn’t wearing a bra all she had to do to bare them was open her blouse.