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Sue and I traveled home together as she decided to take a holiday being the festive season. We took the train from Glasgow and thankfully there was an attendant who came round with a trolley selling alcoholic drinks. We had a good time enjoying some drinks and chatting about some people we’d known in our home town. Also talked about our new lives in the big city, and she commented on how we’d evolved turning into ‘Ladies.’ We both got a kick out of that. I laughed at that, but inwardly I had my concerns, it had been over two years since I’d left home for life in the big city. Once I was into my teens and particularly the last few years before leaving school, I had not got along with mother very well. She had been very demanding and it caused a lot of strife between us, as mother was a very strong demanding woman. We often clashed when I refused to conform to her way of thinking. She was the boss of our house; daddy was a wimp who had to cow tow to her demands or else be subjected to her wrath and discipline. My savior was my aunt, if you can call it that. She had been my baby sitter for as long as I can remember, and meant more to me than my mother. Aunt Liz loved me and would take the time to play games with me, snakes and ladders, cribbage and even monopoly. She also baked lots of cakes and pies for me, I should say ‘us’ but she always made me feel she made them for me. By the time I left primary school to move on to grammar school, I had her wrapped around my little finger. I also felt I could trust her, over the years anything I said to her she would keep in confidence and not tell my mother. As I got into my teens the arguments with us got worse, as I got bigger and stronger she had trouble holding me for the spankings and got my father to help hold me bent over. I hated my father for that, so we were never close. Anytime I was ‘grounded’ he would be made to stay home to make sure I wouldn’t leave the house, mother still liked her nights out at cards or bingo, so he would have to do whatever she wanted. Like a lot of men he was a sucker, one night when I was about 13 or 14 and under curfew he was out of cigarettes. So he decides run to the store to buy a pack, he made me promised I wouldn’t leave the house while he was gone. Once he was gone, I locked the door before he got back, and when he returned he banged and hammered on the door but I didn’t unlock it to let him in. Mother finally got home much later, and I gave her some excuse about waking up and finding I was alone, locked the door as I was supposedly scared to be alone in the house. Mother was quite adamant that from then on he was not to leave the house for any reason when he was to stay home to make sure I wouldn’t leave the house. After that he was too scared to leave the house when he had to stay home with me, so one night when he was out of smokes again I suggested if he give me the money and I would go to the store for him. It took some persuasion but then again daddy was pretty weak willed, and I knew if I persisted he would give in to me. At first I went and bought his cigarettes and returning home, took a bunch of them out of the pack for myself. I knew he couldn’t complain to mother or he would be in trouble with her, so he quickly learned to listen to me when I wanted anything. Now I had some measure of freedom and all I had to do was make sure I was home before mother was, and that wasn’t hard as mother was seldom home before midnight when she had her card or bingo nights. Now I was heading back home for Kadıköy Escort the first time in over two years, in her letters to me I felt she had mellowed a bit and was honestly concerned about me. I had also kept in touch with my aunt, so I knew if things didn’t work out with mother I could always go and stay at her place I looked out the window at the country side passing by as thoughts of my teen years were going through my head. I had gone through primary school with Sue’s younger sister Sarah, and it was only after we moved on to high school that we separated. Sue and I had always got on well as I was growing up and had been a good friend in Glasgow. They had a brother named Duncan who was a year older than Sarah and I, but was a little slow in the head and never got to high school. . The lived in a farm cottage just outside town and I’d spent many a happy hour there, got on well with her parents as I often helped her kinds with their homework. We arrived home in the evening, we took a taxi from the station, and it dropped me off at home then went on to take Sue home. Mother was home to greet me and it was an awkward moment, till she finally smiled and we gave each other a hug. After supper I had a bottle of whiskey in my luggage and got it out, and wondered what mother was going to say about it. Before I left home she was dead against my drinking, a major problem between us. Now she just smiled and said, “Well you’re a big girl now, I’ll get the glasses and lemonade.” We enjoyed a few drinks as we chatted; she complemented me on how well I looked my hair style as well as the nice clothes I was wearing. To me she hadn’t changed much since I’d been away, still working at her old cleaning job. I exaggerated on my work, making it sound like I was the manager of the restaurant I worked in. We went to bed early, in my old room I stripped off naked and got under the covers. It had been some time since I’d slept in my old bed, the last couple of years before I left home I’d gone and lived with my Aunt Liz., thinking of her, Liz that is, I was looking forward to seeing her the next day, of course she knew I’d be home and would be happy to see me again too. As I lay in bed my mind turned to how my home life had been, mother and I were both strong willed people that had been the main cause of out disagreements. Of course this had got worse as I came into my teens and I began to exert myself. Now here I was back in my old bed naked as usual with thoughts of how my life had evolved, particularly in the last couple of years since I’d left home. I was more than happy with how my life had turned out, particularly how mother seemed to let bygones be bygones I thought of my Catherine and wondered how she was getting on with her family, they had not been accepting of her lifestyle so it was a strained relationship, yet she would visit them on special occasions. I thought of our love making, how she had could make my body come alive. The most beautiful orgasms she could produce from it, as well as make me want to reciprocate the pleasure. Her cries of pleasure no matter how rough or gentle I was with her, she seemed to be so grateful. I was getting aroused thinking of her, I touched my tits, running my hands over them, across the brown tips of them making my nipples perk up and get hard. I felt their fullness they were all natural, I was blessed to have such a nice rack. As one hand played with my nipples, the other worked its way down lower over my tummy Kadıköy Escort Bayan and into my pubic hair, then to between my legs. I toyed with my pubic hair, pulling on it made it feel so good, then moving down found my swollen labia’s. My fingers parted my lips and found my hole, then pushing one inside it felt tight. I sucked on my finger to wet them then returned to rub my clit in a circular motion. Soon my pussy was producing its juices to make entry easier, it was sticky and slick at the same time and there was a lot of it. Lubricating itself in anticipation of getting fucked, I slipped my two middle fingers deep inside her and fucked myself till I gave into my orgasm. The next day was Christmas Eve, and I had some last minute shopping to do, in particular to buy booze. I’d held off on that till I knew how mother was going to react at my coming home. Now I was living with Catherine I didn’t have to pay rent, or spend much money for that matter, so could afford to be generous while I was home. I picked up about 10 bottles, half of them Scotch and the rest some rum, gin and vodka. I also picked up two large bottles of white wine, something I’d acquired a taste for in Glasgow. Christmas evening was spent at home with family and some of mother’s friends; I was particularly pleased to see my Aunt Liz again, as she had always been so good to me growing up. Sue and her sister Sarah also came which made it nice for me, I hadn’t seen or spoken to Sarah since I left home, but I was also to go to their home on Boxing Day for a social get together. It was a pity I thought that their mum and mine did not get along, I’d always like Agnes their mum, I thought she was so nice. Once I was in my later teens I would quiz her about makeup, her choice of clothes and used to be fascinated watching her dress. She seemed to be such a perfectionist how she’d take her time making sure each garment fitted properly, like her nylons making sure the seams wear perfect at the back of her legs and not crooked. You could say she was my role model on how to dress, I used to think she was so sophisticated. I visited my aunt Liz in the early evening and gave her a bottle of whisky, she liked to drink too so we had a couple there. Then she came with me to visit my friends at their cottage, we were made very welcome; Agnes made a big fuss over me after so long. She hugged and kissed me and led me into their living room, there I was introduced to other friends of hers and quickly offered a drink. The table had been pushed against a wall with lots of sandwiches, chips and other treats laid out for us. Agnes was a very good hostess; she had always been a ‘touchy’ person, so when she gave me a hug and kiss I never thought anything of it. Same when she came up to me during the evening to chat, she would place her arm around me, or place her hand on my waist. She kept complimenting me on my appearance saying I looked gorgeous, having left home a teenager and now returning as beautiful young woman. I now noticed how she dressed, as I said above how she used to impress me with her styles etc., now I began to see her differently. She wore just a bit too much make-up and perfume, not too bad compared to some women, still I thought it was a bit too heavy. She favoured low cut dresses that seemed to be one size too small, hugging her body so the outline of her girdle showed through the material. Same thing with her bra the way it dug into her flesh, making her boobs stand up more. Escort Kadıköy I always thought she had a good body kept honed from all the walking she did going to town ‘shopping’ so often. At one point when she got me alone she asked me about the new friends I’d made in Glasgow. Of course we’d all had quite a bit to drink by then, so I thought nothing of it. But she did make one comment that I didn’t think much of at the time, something about “Like mother like daughter.” Because of the other people there she dropped the subject, and I never gave it another thought. Liz and I left around midnight as Liz was quite drunk, and I had to make sure she got home OK. I spent the night with Liz as she lived much closer to my friends than mother did. Sue was leaving to go back to Glasgow the next afternoon, so I went to their house to meet with her before leaving for the train station. Once the taxi arrived her mother gave her the usual hugs and kisses, then one for me too, although I wasn’t going back till after New Years Eve. In saying goodbye to me, Agnes quietly invited me to lunch the next day. I met sue at her house the next day and went with her to the train station . We got there early and went into the bar for a drink before her train left. Something about the night before was in my mind, so I asked her what she had told her mother about me. “Nothing much” she said, “Just how well you were doing in your new job and how you had changed, now associating with a nicer group of people.” Not quite the words she used but that was basically what she said. The next day, and as no time was set for our lunch, I decided noon was the best time to arrive at Agnes’s house. It was chilly out and decided to take my old pedal bike there, so dressed simply in just a blouse and pleated navy skirt. Well wrapped up in my overcoat, scarf and gloves I decided to take the wine with me. I arrived just after noon and was expecting Sarah and Duncan to be there too, but Agnes said they were at work so there was just the two of us for lunch. After she hung up my coat, I was ushered into the living room where there was a nice fire burning in the grate. Lunch was sandwiches and cake laid out on the table, I was famished and filled a plate and sat on one of the easy chairs on either side of the fireplace. Agnes busied herself opening the wine and poured two generous measures in glass, then sat on the other armchair opposite me raising her glass with a, “Down the hatch” and taking a big swig. She was nicely dressed, (by her standards) although I swear the dress she had on was not only much shorter and revealing, but again one or two sizes too small. It had a wide square cut top that left most of her upper chest exposed, with her tits standing up quite proud and adorned with the triple strand necklace she was wearing. The first half hour or so was spent eating the sandwiches washing them down with the wine, chatting about mundane things, and then relaxed enjoying the warmth of the fire and the wine. Agnes was up and down keeping our wine glasses topped up, and I noticed she had a bit of a rounded tummy. This told me she wasn’t wearing a girdle, she was wearing her stiletto heels that I thought was a bit unusual as she was in her own home. Slowly the conversation turned to what did I do for entertainment in Glasgow, where did I go and who with etc… I told her the usual, the movies and dancing and how I’d discovered live theater and loved it. It soon became apparent at what she was hinting at, and I realised her daughter Sue had told her more about me than I liked. Well what was done was done, so I wondered how I could turn this line of chatting around and asked her what Sue was doing for a living in Glasgow. She was quite honest with me, she told me she knew Sue was in business for herself, and was doing quite well at it.

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