CHAPTER 1
Eighteen-year-old English school-leaver Baker Reynolds arrived at Logan International Airport to stay for all of July with his mother's much younger sister and her husband in Boston.
Baker knew his aunt and uncle a little because they had visited his family in Leicester City three times in recent years.
At the airport Aunt Connie rushed him and ground her lips into his and pushed her breasts into his chest. He wasn't surprised because he'd come to know Aunt Connie was full on and totally assimilated into American culture.
"Oh god, just look at you, oh yummy," she said reaching high to thrust her fingers though his blond curls. "You have grown into a man."
Baker looked at her tits and thought and the 34-year-old was all woman.
As they drove to the City of Cambridge in Greater Boston where Connie and Rod Maddox, university lecturers lived, Connie said, "Call me Connie darling. Your mom is not around to censure you."
"Right and thanks. You're looking well."
"Which part of me is looking the best to you Baker?"
"Um I'd rather not say."
"These?" she asked, juggling a breast.
"Um yeah."
"Good man, you haven't disappointed me."
Baker wondered exactly what that meant. Looking through the windscreen he began recognizing neighborhood features, having stayed here with his mom and sister three years ago.
They arrived beside the two-level house and the aged Labrador Duke came from nowhere to meet then. He was friendly but didn't remember Baker of course.
As aunt and nephew were walking up the stairs Connie said, "Rod had to step in at the last minute as leader of a university student touring Argentina. He'll be away for two weeks. Do you wish to sleep with me?"
Eh? Were there two beds in the master bedroom? He didn't reply.
"That is not a command."
"I-I'd better not."
"I won't tell your mom if that's what you're worried about and your uncle would never know either."
He didn't answer. She sighed and led him into the main guestroom.
"Don't be embarrassed at me asking you this darling but I believe you went to a co-educational school?"
"I did. I've finished at Sheepy Senior College near Leicester and go on to university in London to study IT and management in the autumn, I mean the fall."
"So you have had contact with females your age?"
"Yes of course, all the time. We had mixed classes."
"I meant intimately, very intimately?"
"Yeah after school ended for me. I'm not a virgin if that's what's you're getting at."
"I was and you'd better be on your guard Baker because I'm in a sexy mood. You could stay at my mother-in-law's home if you wish."
"No it's fine here and I'm comfortable being alone with you. You are my idea of an ideal woman Connie."
"God Baker, watch what you say to me. Talk to me like that and I could lose it."
He grinned. "Shall we go for a walk?"
"Ah smart thinking young man. Come on we'll walk out for coffee and take Duke with us. He never turns down a slow walk."
An hour later Baker slipped into the heated swimming pool alongside his aunt.
"You didn't mind me saying we ought to swim nude?"
Eager to sight her treasures he said, "Not at all."
"Now you can take a good look at my breasts. Touch them if you wish."
"Yes they look great."
"Touch them."
"Um no thanks, not now."
"When?"
"Whenever."
"Is it okay that I touch your penis. It's quite big."
"Yeah okay."
She took it in her hand and asked could she jerk him off.
"Jesus," said the embarrassed visitor, feeling it growing in his hostess's hand.
"I want you to touch my pussy."
He quickly rubbed a hand up and down it and pulled away.
"Good boy. This is all part of my plan to break down your resistance."
When they were walking home arm-in-arm after eating at Evoo on 3rd Street, Connie asked, "Will you sleep with me tonight."
"Um not tonight if you don't mind" and that rebuff pulled his aunt into a sour mood.
After midnight Baker called his mom and told her his uncle was away for two weeks and his aunt appeared to be coming on to him.
"Coming on?" said his mom carefully.
"Mom I'm sure she's looking for sex."
His mom, a solicitor, spoke carefully as if deciding to avoid panicking him.
"Baker I want you to leave that house within the next few minutes and book into a cheap hotel and then in the morning take a bus tour to somewhere. Keep safe and I'll load money into your credit card account. This will be a great opportunity to see America. Are you happy about this?"
"Yes mom."
"Oh leave a note for your aunt and write the truth, that you feel awkward being in her home alone with her and have decided to go and see something of America. Say you are happy about this and will keep in touch with me daily."
"Thanks mom."
"Thank you darling and I'm pleased you won't be having sex with your aunt. There is no need to tell your father and sister about this. Connie is probably on the female equivalent to Viagra."
"What?"
"Never mind. Just get out of there my lovely boy."
Next day Baker went to three rental car companies and they refused to deal with him because he was only eighteen. He walked back to the motel where he'd left his bags and the couple who managed the place invited him in for coffee when he said told them about his problem.
"Rental car companies are uneasy about renting out to any driver under twenty-five," said Burt. "And with good reason because people that age tend to have appalling driving records. However I know a couple of smaller outfits that will probably let you have a vehicle at a higher charge."
"Thanks but no Mr Brown. I'm running cold on the idea. I think I'll book back in here for another night while I contemplate my future. I have twenty-five days to fill in and then could go to my aunt and uncle's home. They are, um, in South America leading a party of students on a summer tour."
"Are you handy doing odd jobs such as tiling and removing grime and stains Baker and cleaning a pool thoroughly and slapping some paint around?"
"I think so Mrs Brown. I helped my dad give my grandmother's house a facelift last summer and that including tiling and I know how to maintain a swimming pool. We have one at home although only a quarter the size of your one and it was inside and heated."
"We erect a tent over our pool as the weather gets cooler and that extends the swimming time by up to five weeks," said Mr Brown. Mrs Brown muttered it was a hideous eyesore.
The result of that conversation was Baker was hired to work as a roustabout on trial for a week and if satisfactory would be kept on until he was ready to leave. He was given a unit beside the kitchen that rarely was let out because the boiler and air-conditioning machinery room was behind it and that was a bit noisy.
Mrs Brown took Baker to the room and he was happy to receive pay of $8:00 an hour because the room had TV and was quite large and the room and meals would be provided without charge and he was not required to work weekends.