Chapter 5

The day I left town to stop at my aunt’s farm was cold, grey, and wet definitely not the start of the long summer holiday as it was meant to be. My dad was working all day, as he seemed to be doing more and more recently, so my mom walked me to the railway station; my rucksack was so heavy I could hardly walk upright.

So, my mates would be having a summer of football and cricket in the park, of swimming in the lido and I was off to shovel up horse shit and paint fences. All I could think about in my head was the fact it was not fair and also how much fun I would have had with Mrs Brown that summer!

As we walked down the road past Mrs Brown’s shop, I stole a glance to see if I could see my amazing older lover. I could see her serving a customer and she did not notice me leave.

I wondered how long it would be before I saw her again. I would really miss her. I had just started down the road of sexual knowledge and this break in my education would drive me insane. I guessed that it would be a summer full of self-abuse, just Madam Palm and her five daughters to keep me happy.

We got to the station and picked up my ticket. Then Mom got a coffee for herself and a coke for me, from the little station café.

The train pulled into the station on time and after a quick kiss and a hug from my mom, during which she handed me an envelope that my dad had given her containing some money and a letter. What I found out later was a note to warn me to behave myself, to work hard and to try to enjoy the experience.

I jumped on board the train. After a few waves goodbye, I settled back into my seat in an empty carriage and grabbed a paperback novel from my backpack before I heaved it up onto the luggage rack.

My aunt Sue lived a few hours from our town and the journey was very slow as the train stopped at every station along the way. I had almost finished the book by the time I arrived at Aunt Sue’s stop.

The train arrived in the sleepy village of Little Hampton at around four-thirty, only half an hour late. That was not bad for British rail in those days. I grabbed my backpack and stepped off the train. It looked as if I was the only person getting off at this station, and it seemed very remote. To be fair it looked a bit scary.

I could not see anyone that looked like Auntie Sue; admittedly, it had been a while since I had seen her and for the life of me, I could not remember what she looked like. I had explained this to my mom before we went to catch the train, but she insisted that Sue would find me as long as I did not leave the station.

As it was, I was the only person at the station so she could not mistake me for anyone else that was for sure.

My mom had shown me some snapshots she had taken a couple of years earlier just to jog my memory, but they were not brilliant, and I was not sure I would recognise her from them to be fair.

I wandered around the station, there was not that much of it. There was a small musty waiting room with two vending machines in.

I slotted some coins into the drinks machine, decided on a Coke and a Texan bar, and then settled back on one of the wooden benches that lined the station platform, to pass the time away while I waited for Sue to arrive.

Several more trains pulled in and the platform got a little busier. I just sat and read and watched the world go by, it was getting dark and I had just finished the book when Sue turned up, and there was no mistaking her.

She was dressed in her horse-riding gear: tight vanilla-coloured jodhpurs, brown riding boots and a tight denim shirt. She was not what I had expected at all.

I tried to work it out in my mind when it was that I had last seen her, and I guessed at around eight years ago. Sue was my mother’s younger half-sister, mom was twenty years old when she had me, and Sue was five years her junior making her thirty. She was a stunner, with long curly dirty blonde hair in a ponytail and a friendly smile.

Her thighs looked strong and meaty in the tight riding pants and her shirt did little to hide a fair pair of tits. I stood up as she neared me, and she called out my name. I guess she was having some difficulty recognising me.

“Hi, Auntie Sue,” I called out and she called a greeting back, before giving me a big hug.

“Wow you have grown since I last saw you!” She smiled, “But I guess that was a good ten years ago!”

I was nearly as tall as she was, but she was wider in the beam. Her tits felt really good pressed against me; she immediately apologised for her lateness and explained there had been some bother at the stables. She grabbed my pack as we exchanged small talk while we wandered out of the station and headed off to her truck.

Sue drove a four by four-utility vehicle; I guess she needed it on the stables for lugging stuff about. The drive over to her place was very uncomfortable; we had little to say to each other really, as we hardly knew each other and the sight of Sue’s boobs jiggling around beside me was making me feel very horny.

The drive led us out into the country, through a small village and eventually, we turned into a small lane that led toward a large farm.

My mom had told me that Sue had always been a horsy type of person and she had bought the stables some years ago when she had been married. Her old man had left her for his secretary after a long affair and she was struggling to keep on top of things on her own.

The place, according to Mom, took some looking after and Sue could not afford to pay for full-time staff. She did employ some of the local girls, but they were all part-timers.

The farmyard was a real mess, and there was obviously lots of work to be done. Sue parked the Range Rover by the door to the impressive-looking farmhouse and we both jumped out. Sue led us into the kitchen; I was soon being shown to my room and then given a guided tour of the rest of the huge farmhouse. It was a great house.

“Okay Zak please make yourself at home,” Sue said and gave me a smile that told me she was happy to see me.

“Thanks, Aunty Sue” I replied.

Sue told me to grab a shower while she cooked tea and then we could have a chat about what work needed to be done. The meal was one of my favourites: fish fingers, egg and chips followed by banoffee pie. Looking back, I guess my folks had told her about my likes and dislikes.

I wolfed it down as I was starving. Sue gave a potted history of the farm and explained that the local gentry used the stables as well as local posh folks and that they paid her to do all of the donkey work.

She had lost a few customers as they felt it was looking run down and half the stables could not be used.

She, basically, wanted help to tidy the place up and go get more stables serviceable. There was a long list of jobs that she had drawn up and, when she showed it to me, it looked quite daunting.

There was enough work to keep me busy for the whole of the summer break and then some I thought to myself.

Oh well, I thought at least it would make the summer fly by until am back in Mary’s arms and more importantly her bed I offered to do the washing up when Sue told me she was off to shower. As I did the chores my mind wandered, thinking of her up there in the nude, covered in soapy suds and her hands stroking her big meaty tits. Time seemed to fly past and before long I heard her feet on the stairs as she came down to the living room.

Aunty Sue was dressed in a pair of pink pyjamas and her hair was up in a ponytail. She looked as sexy as hell and I knew I would have to be careful not to stare. As we watched TV and chatted, I watched her boobs - braless boobs - shimmer and shake below her pyjama top.