Like Father, Like Son

Chapter 1 I stared down at my useless laptop, lying unperturbed on the passenger?s seat, and gripped the steering wheel tighter. A feeling of frustration was coursing through my body and a glimpse at the speedometer confirmed that I was driving well over the posted speed limit. Sod?s law said that the way things were going today, it would be no surprise if I was pulled over and fined. Wearily I let out a long slow breath and eased my foot off the gas. As I tried calming down, I couldn?t believe how a day that had promised so much, had turned so easily into a bloody nightmare. Wondering what the hell I?m talking about? Let me explain. It was my day off and I was looking forward to taking it easy and doing as little as possible. However whilst I was sleeping, my subconsciousness had managed to fill in all the missing pieces for the last chapter of ?The Erotic Adventures of Dana Jones,? and when I opened my eyes, my mind was buzzing. The words and sentences that would bring this tale to a blistering climax were swirling around in my head like a tempest and I couldn?t wait to get behind the computer. However upon hearing the surly ungrateful teenagers I?m lucky enough to call my children stomp around downstairs, I decided to stay in bed until they were gone. Ten minutes after I heard the front door slam shut I summoned up my courage and went downstairs to survey ground zero, otherwise known as my kitchen. My expectations proved correct and cursing them profoundly (my kids, not my expectations) I quickly (read shabbily) started tidying up and restoring order. After that was done, I took a nice long relaxing shower. Because I wasn?t planning on going out, I kept the war paint to an absolute minimum. A little bit of eye shadow and some lip gloss was more than enough, and then I tied my hair in a messy loose bun behind my head. Dispensing with haute couture, some old sweatpants and a loose baggy jumper completed my grooming. After making a big pot of coffee, I sat down at the dining table and switched on the laptop. Then I had to wait and wait. I?d like to say I waited patiently but that would be a lie, in fact my good mood was being sorely tested because of the time the damn thing takes to start up. Trying to hold on to my mellow vibe, I gazed out the patio windows and watched transfixed as the sun poked its head out from behind some big fluffy clouds. The early morning rain I?d heard whilst lying in bed had cleared up, and by the looks of things it was promising to be a lovely day. When I heard the familiar Windows tune my thoughts about the weather were instantly replaced with debauchery and rampant sex. The desktop appeared and without further ado, I selected Microsoft Word, and then waited again. Not for the first time I wondered why I didn?t treat myself to a new laptop or even better, one of those Apple iPads, but when the screen eventually displayed a brand new document waiting to be filled with sordid ideas my mind was containing, I knew I couldn?t throw ?old faithful? out. I know lots of people will think me a bit daft for affectionately calling my laptop ?old faithful?, but there you go, that?s me. When I bought it almost five years ago, it was pretty much state of the art, but in terms of computers, five years means it?s pretty much prehistoric. Despite that, it?s never let me down and has always done everything I?ve asked it to do. Mind you it?s beginning to show signs of old age. It?s slow, very slow, so patience is required when using it. Several buttons don?t work as they should, which makes typing extremely tedious and can make writing a real challenge, and sometimes it just freezes and does nothing at all. When these things first happened, it was just an annoyance but since then I?ve learned to wait, developed my typing skills to compensate and when it stopped working I just followed the instructions I?d read on the internet on how to restart your computer. So instead of getting irritated and exasperated by a malfunctioning machine I like to think of my laptop as having character, and for some sentimental reason, that is probably typical female, l can?t seem to part with it. Where was I? Oh yeah, Microsoft Word. I began tapping away at the keyboard and pretty soon the pages began fill with the lurid details of Dana Jones?s afternoon. Once I actually get started with typing, I seem to descend into a dreamlike state, where everyday drudgery (teenagers, employers, Inland Revenue) is nonexistent and the fictive world I?m creating is the only thing that matters. The words appear effortlessly on the screen but as usual my brain moves much faster than my fingers and I tend to type something that resembles erotic gobbledygook. And that?s a bitch when it comes to editing. To help reduce the amount of time needed for that tedious task, I read and rewrite the passages I?ve written making changes, big and small as new ideas develop. Hopefully this improves the tale but it doesn?t really decrease the amount of mistakes I make so I end up back at square one. If that was my only problem I would be a happy bunny, but the second problem is a bit more, shall we say, personal. I love reading erotica and I get hugely turned by a good story. Whether I?ve written it or I?m reading someone else?s work, once the action begins to heat up I tend to get distracted by the familiar tingle between my legs. So instead of concentrating on the spelling and grammar as I should, I generally have to relieve the sexual tension that?s building, and that involves getting sticky fingers. With a mind full of erotic images, it doesn?t take long before hands start wandering and all imaginary sex starts becoming very physical. In fact ?old faithful? has probably witnessed more orgasms than any and all my lovers put together. Well, I never. Maybe that?s why some of the buttons don?t work as they should! Get on with the story Andrea! So while I was editing my erotic gobbledygook, my body responded as usual, and true to form, a hand moved automatically beneath the waistband of my sweats and began rubbing my excited mound. I closed my eyes for a moment and enjoyed the waves of pleasure washing over me, and after seeking out my throbbing clitoris, I increased the pressure until I couldn?t take much more. As my fingers continually rubbed harder and harder, a delightful shiver ran down my spine, signaling my body wanted more. After a few more delicious moments of this teasing, my pussy was so wet I needed to get real dirty. Without any hesitation I pushed my sweatpants down my thighs and spread my knees apart. This made it easier for me to pull the sodden bahçesehir escort gusset of my lace panties aside, but doing that caused the garment roll up and over my buttocks in a tight cord and for some strange reason, I?ve always found this erotic. My dark neatly trimmed bush was clearly visible and beneath that, my juicy slit was begging for attention. I began running my fingertips up and down the slippery opening, teasing myself delightfully, and it didn?t take long before my love sap began dribbling down my thighs. Small shivers of gratification rippled through my body and for a moment I?d forgotten about my story. My heroine, Dana Jones was having an extraordinary business meeting with Robert Cranton-Smith and his lawyer Mark Waterhouse. This encounter had developed into an afternoon of sweet debauchery and Dana was central to its instigation. She?d been planning this all day and was now enjoying the sweet fruits of her labour . In this final scene, Mark Waterhouse was lying on the thick carpet in her office and she was kneeling astride his prone body, riding his prick as if her life depended on it. At the same time she was wantonly pulling her buttocks apart, displaying her anal orifice to Robert. He was standing behind her, his monster cock primed and ready, and he couldn?t keep his eyes off her proffered opening. As my eyes scanned the words on the screen, I continued playing with my pussy which was really flowing now. My inner lips parted eagerly, accepting the intrusion enthusiastically. Slick, musky love sap engulfed my fingertips as they dipped momentarily inside me and another shiver ran down my spine. Dana Jones wasn?t they only one who was insatiable, and I had to bite my bottom lip in an effort to suppress a moan. I scrolled through the erotic tale and couldn?t help myself any longer. As I read the paragraph where Robert plunged his manhood inside Dana?s backdoor, I thrust my fingers as deep as I could between my legs and let out a loud drawn out groan. I began moving them in and out of my silken tunnel, slowly at first but with steadily increasing speed until my breathing became erratic and muscles all over my body began contracting and expanding uncontrollably. Both men in Dana?s office were doing their best to satisfy her carnal desires, and in the movie my mind?s eye was replaying I could see them approaching orgasm. They weren?t the only ones. My fingers were bringing me closer and closer to oblivion, so as my body began to respond to the incredible buildup of emotions, I relaxed in the chair, spread my legs as far apart as my sweats would allow and closed my eyes in ecstasy. Watching Dana getting screwed by two huge dicks was proving too much for me and I felt my body spasm in excitement. I held my sex open and violently thrust my fingers inside me. My hips pushed forward involuntary as I buried my knuckles deep inside my pussy, determined to reach a delicious high point. I tensed my cunt as my fingertips pressed my G-spot and felt my thumb press exquisitely against my swollen clit. The scent of arousal was very perceptible in my nostrils and the squelching sounds my fingers made were an added aphrodisiac. I couldn?t take much more of this and braced myself. Without preamble my whole body, responding to the mental and physical stimulus, began to erupt. ?Oh fuck, fuck, fuck,? I murmured breathlessly through gritted teeth. My legs, held captive by the jogging pants began to shudder violently and my body started trembling unintentionally. My skin felt like it was being prickled by millions of tiny little needles, which proved almost as exquisite as it was unbearable. My fingers were buried as far inside me as I could get them, and my hips were grinding in circles as I tried prolonging my orgasm and then as I virtually lost control, a sixth sense suddenly began warning me that something was wrong. Fearing something horrible,, I reluctantly opened my eyes. ?No not now,? I muttered in a guttural cry, but my plea fell on deaf ears. Rapidly regaining focus, I saw my computer had frozen and my heart missed a beat. Part of me wanted to ignore this irritating development, but unfortunately I?m not wired that way. Despite my body pleading ?Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,? my mind was saying ?What the fuck,? and after comprehending what had happened, mind and body were competing for supremacy, shouting ?Fucking hell? together, but for completely different reasons. All sexual pleasure drained away like water down a plughole and a definite feeling of panic began creeping over me. Realising what happened, I immediately stopped fingering myself and began unceremoniously pushing and prodding every button ?old faithful? possessed. Of course I was fighting a lost cause, but against my better judgment I carried on in the wild hope that my laptop would miraculously begin working again. And was my faith rewarded? Was my loyalty repaid? Well no! Honestly I?d like to tell you that the damn thing woke up from its digital coma and I resumed all activity, including the story writing but again, I?d be lying. Everything I tried counted for nothing. My body, still protesting at the untimely interruption was urging me to forget about the stupid computer and use my fingers for something altogether more enjoyable, but my mind was too preoccupied with getting the bloody thing working again. And 'old faithful?! Well it lay there is if nothing at all was the matter. Completely serene! Unaware of the frustration it was causing on so many levels. I tried everything. Escape button, the Enter button, even Ctrl, Alt and Delete but nothing worked. As a last resort I even tried turning the damn thing off but that too stubbornly refused to co-operate. By now I was livid, and looked at thin black electric cable functioning like an umbilical cord with an evil glint in my eye. I was sorely tempted to rip the damn thing out of my offending laptop, but my story was still frozen on the screen and I couldn?t remember having saved my work. All in all I was royally screwed but not the way I like it. Despite knowing better, I was still secretly hoping it would miraculously come back to life, but this ain?t a Disney tale and there is no happily ever after. Screaming obscenities at the innate object, I tried jumping up from my chair and pacing irately about the room but was tripped up by my sweatpants. They were still wrapped around my ankles and after falling arse over tit I landed prostrate on the hard laminate flooring in a undignified heap. That didn?t improve my mood in the slightest but eventually after picking beylikdüzü bayan escort myself up of the floor, (summoning up what little self respect I still possessed) I began to stamp about, chew my nails and throw angry glances at the offending object. I was so incensed, I wanted to throw the fucking thing out the window, but I knew I couldn?t. Mind you, if ever there was cause to go and buy something new this was it. ?Old faithful? was really testing the boundaries of our relationship but despite the provocation both he and I knew it would never happen. We have history and besides, I didn?t want to lose my story. I needed help and I knew who I had to call. Chapter 2 Janice Shackleton is an old school friend, blond and bubbly and great fun. We?re ex-roommates and ex-lovers. Our bond goes way back and includes not only each other but also her husband. Edward Shackleton was her teenage sweetheart and they were inseparable. The only time they were apart was when they attended different universities, but as soon as they both accepted their doctorates Edward moved in with us. Soon afterwards he found out the house wasn?t the only thing we shared. However Edward apart from being a genius, no honestly he really is, he also has a filthy, dirty mind. He didn?t want to deny Janice her pleasure so he added a stipulation. He wanted to join in. Janice asked me if I was okay with that (foolish question) and after getting my enthusiastic approval Edward found himself living every young man?s dream. We were young, wild and carefree and we enjoyed each other to the full, but eventually our lives started taking different paths. Almost two years our status quo lasted, until Edward was offered a lucrative job in London. That was the end of our bourgeois lifestyle and amidst tearful goodbyes, lots of hugs and kisses and promises to keep in touch, I waved them off as they embarked on their new adventure. Even though I frequently visited them in London, my life carried on and eventually after kissing a lot of frogs I found a husband. After explaining my relationship with the Edward and Janice, he tried accepting the situation but his jealousy made it impossible. Because we were in love, I agreed to end my liaisons with the Shackletons, even though it caused me a lot of sadness and contact with them diminished to sending and receiving Christmas and birthday cards. Over the years, the arrival of kids and career obligations led to the gradual decline of our marriage and eventually my husband left me for another. Deciding to make a clean break, I moved to London, looked up Janice and went round for a cup of coffee. Even though my social life is drastically reduced since moving, I?m not missing out on anything. The Shackleton?s make sure of that. After that first visit our friendship resumed its course in all its intensity, and coffee isn?t the only thing I now share with Janice. Edward, apart from being indecently rich and generous, is also, how shall I put it; BIG. So as you can see, things have almost turned full circle now. Anyway I digress. Edward is not only well hung, he?s an expert. A computer expert to be exact, so it was logical I should call him for help. After what seemed like an interminably long time, the phone was answered. ?Hello Janice Shackleton speaking?? ?Hello Jan,? I interrupted rudely. ?Is Ed home, I?ve got a problem with my laptop.? ?Ah Drea darling, how are you?? she asked unperturbed by the panicky tone of my voice. ?Apart that is, from the fact that your old laptop has finally decided to give up and die.? Janice being married to a computer whiz kid always has the newest, state of the art equipment and couldn?t understand my attachment to 'old faithful.? ?Darling I can?t believe you still insist on using that outdated piece of junk.? I winced at her description of my machine (conveniently forgetting why I was calling her in the first place) and was about to leap to its defense. ?I mean,? and her voice took on a rather sultry sound. ?You don?t usually have any problem when I let you try out my newest toys, do you?? she carried on. Janice?s dry double edged humour has always been able to make me laugh, even if I?m often the victim of her razor sharp wit, and her remark brought a knowing smile to my lips. ?Oh I know Jan, and I?m sorry to be such a bore but I?m really up shit creek this time,? I announced earnestly. ?Usually I can get the old thing working but now it seems to have gone in some sort of computer coma.? I heard her giggle at my description and despite myself, I started laughing as well. ?Stop laughing you fucking bitch, or I?ll make you pay.? ?Ah, promises, promises,? she laughed again. ?If only you?d come through with your threats you little slut, I might get a good fuck out of you finally.? This remark had me in stitches and if we?d been in the same room I might have taken up her challenge. ?I know, I know but I am only human Janice,? I responded ?and you?re like some bloody orgasm machine. I?m not sure anyone person can keep up with you.? ?Of course you can?t, why do you think I?ve got so many toys.? I gasped at her comment. ?Mind you, a bit more effort in satisfying my needs on your part wouldn?t go amiss.? My jaw dropped. ?But I?ll forgive you darling if only because I like fucking that tight little arse of yours,? she replied naughtily. I felt myself tingling again. ?And I?m not the only one darling; Edward is looking forward to Saturday evening.? My spirits rose. ?So make sure you?re properly rested because you won?t be getting much sleep I can assure you.? I felt a shiver run down my back and a big smile spread across my face. ?Anyway enough of this chit chat, I haven?t got all day you know, and I?m certainly too busy to keep paying you compliments, so what seems to be the problem and how can I help you?? I explained how my laptop refused to cooperate with me and heard her giggle again. ?What?s so funny Janice?? ?Well I?m guessing you were busy writing one of your sordid little stories and knowing you like I do, I expect you had your hand down your knickers like the horny little slut you are.? Even though Janice was my best friend and knew things about me that nobody else knew, I still blushed when she accurately described what had happened. ?Well I...? The pause told her enough. ?Oh Andrea baby, you?re such a tramp. I wish I could have seen your face when that happened!? she exclaimed heartily. ?Anyway darling you?re out of luck. Edward is up in Edinburgh until Friday.? I heard her pause. ?Mind you Simon?s home today and he knows a few things about escort beylikdüzü computers. Following in his father?s footsteps and all that, you see.? I hadn?t known Simon was also a computer freak, but if he could help me then it was worth a shot. ?Well if you think he can fix it Jan. Can you ask him for me?? I mumbled almost inaudibly. ?Don?t worry Drea, he?ll do it. If only because I?ll tell him he has to. That?s the perks of being the purse strings holder here.? Janice confided. ?Anyway, I?ll give him a shout and you two can work something out.? I started thanking her but because she was yelling at her son to pick up the phone I guess she didn?t hear me. ?He?s upstairs and I can hear him moving about sweetie, so stay on the line okay. I have to go now but I?ll call later.? Her voice changed from friendly to seductive and I could hear her smiling on the other end of the line. ?With Ed away until the weekend, maybe you and I can get together Friday evening for a girls night out, if you get my drift.? I made some agreeing sounds and then she was gone. ?Hello, who?s there?? A younger, uncertain masculine voice sounded in my ear and made me jump in the process. ?Hello Simon, it?s only me,? and then stupidly realized he?d probably never heard my voice over the telephone. ?Aunt Andrea.? ?Auntie Andrea?? Asked the young man, still not sure why he?d been ordered to the phone. I smiled to myself as I imagined him standing there trying to remember me from the last time we?d met. At the same time I was aware that the deep timbre was from someone too old to be calling me ?Auntie.? I tried doing some quick mental arithmetic but as usual came up short. ?The very same Simon, but I?m guessing you?re old enough to drop the auntie if you want to.? The laughter on the end of the line was sudden, loud, honest and infectious. ?Well for last birthday I remember getting shitfaced at a pub in the East End and when we went back to a friend?s house it ended up turning into some sort of orgy. So I?m pretty sure I?m not a virgin anymore but the details are a little blurry, if I?m honest.? And then he remembered who he was talking to. ?Anyway ?Auntie? Andrea, what can I do for you?? Now it was my turn to laugh. He had obviously inherited his mother?s sense of humour . ?Well Simon, your mother tells me you know your way around computers and mine has sort of dumped on me and I really need some help.? I explained what had happened, omitting the more salacious details because he was after all my best friend?s son. After listening attentively to my story I was relieved to hear him say he?d take a look at it. And that folks is the reason why I was driving around the North Circular with ?old faithful? sitting beside me on the passenger seat. Chapter 3 Because I hadn?t seen him for a couple of years, I was curious to see how Simon had turned out. When I drove into the Shackleton?s street, all I could really remember was a slightly skinny youth who was always trying to peek under my skirt or down my blouse. I knew from Janice that he had been accepted by East London University, studying computer engineering and although he officially lived at home, he usually stayed at a friend?s house until his clothes needed washing. I?m sure she was joking when she said that, but if Simon was like my own brood, she probably wasn?t. Still be that as it may, I was intrigued to meet him again. Unfortunately the archetypical image of a computer nerd kept invading my conscience and being honest, the younger Simon I knew fitted the bill better than most. Eventually I pulled up outside their house and as I walked up the pathway, the front door opened and it was my turn to be surprised. Whatever he was doing in the East End, it was obviously agreeing with him because the spotty teenager I recalled had filled out and grown into a tall, handsome young man. His long wavy hair almost reached his broad shoulders, and his muscular chest seemed to stretch the tee shirt he was wearing almost to a breaking point. His flat stomach tapering to a nice slim waistline was impressive and his tight blue jeans did nothing to hide the muscular legs or the generous bulge nestled between them. Oh I?m sorry, where did that come from? Well dear reader I couldn?t help myself. If he?d been anyone other Janice?s son I would definitely have been pleased to something like that, but unfortunately for me, life isn?t fair and because of whom he was I did my best to hide my interest. As if having a perfectly formed body wasn?t enough, he looked down at me with the same crystal blue eyes his mother has and gave me a blistering smile that oozed confidence and sex appeal. I felt a slight tremor run through my body and swallowed the lump in my throat. He wasn?t making this easy! ?Hello Auntie, how are you?? His deep baritone voice was wry and humorous, but to my ears it sounded like he was flirting. Maybe it was just wishful thinking on my part because after I checked his expression, I realized he was just having some fun. Despite this being at my expense I felt relaxed in his presence and although I knew he was being cheeky with his ?Auntie? I could forgive him. As I reached the doorstep, two big, powerful hands grabbed hold of me, pulled me towards his muscular frame and engulfed me in a powerful bear hug. He almost squeezed the life out of me but before I could protest, he released me and playfully planted two big sloppy kisses on my cheeks. Wondering what the hell was going on I looked at him grinning enthusiastically, and saw his amusement grow. Obviously enjoying himself Simon stepped aside and after making an exaggerated ?ladies first? gesture, he invited me indoors. Ten minutes later, feeling a little bewildered, I was sitting in my car with an address, a shopping list and a bunch of keys on the seat beside me. Once Simon asked to see my laptop, I handed it over to him and marveled at how much he had grown. Despite still being a teenager, he seemed much more mature. He cast a look at ?old faithful? and raised his eyebrows questioningly. I shrugged my shoulders apologetically and watched him shake his head good naturedly as he opened the screen and began pressing some buttons. ?How long have you had this thing, Andrea?? he asked pityingly. When I told him he whistled softly. ?It?s a wonder this sorry excuse for a computer works at all,? and then smiled mischievously at my hurt expression. ?Don?t worry, I?m only teasing you auntie, still this thing really needs some work on it.? I made some non-committal noises and waited. After a couple of frustrating minutes, he announced he could fix all the problems and probably improve it as well. I was so elated I could have kissed him, but wasn?t sure who would have been more embarrassed by my actions. His next sentence however burst my happiness bubble. ?It won?t be cheap, mind you. Have you got your purse with you?? I nodded, and asked why.