While giving me his usual cheeky grin, he said, "Don't worry, I'll fix it tonight."
But he didn't, and three days later it still wasn't mended. While we ate breakfast together I reminded him about his promise. A promise that he hadn't kept.
"Sorry, I've been very busy."
That was true, but not too busy so that he couldn't do a small job for his Mother. Then he said more, and I gave a wry smile, because I didn't really believe him.
"Don't worry, I'll fix it tonight."
When he'd left for work, I cleaned up the kitchen, and then I put my feet up while I enjoyed my second cup of coffee of the day. This was my time for some peace and quiet before I did the housework. And today I had a lot to do. But annoyingly, it wasn't quiet. I could hear the pipe dripping, as regular as a metronome. It wasn't loud, but to my ears it was deafening.
Jacob was a good boy, and I was proud to have him as a Son, but if he didn't stop that leak, and do it soon, we would fall out big time.
Then I had a brainwave, I would fix it myself!
How hard could it be? It was just a nut that needed tightening. Yes, it was in a difficult position, behind another pipe, so it would be fiddly, but with a bit of patience I was confident that I could do it. And I would do it now. As they say, strike while the iron is hot.
Eighteen months ago, Jeff, after twenty years of marriage, had suddenly left me for Lexi May. To be honest, I wasn't that bothered. In fact, I was relieved, because we'd had a shitty marriage. I just wish that when he'd disappeared with that bimbo, who had breasts bigger than her IQ, he hadn't taken most of the money with him.
Fortunately though, he hadn't taken his well-equipped tool box!
It was in the garage, and after rummaging through it, I found an adjustable wrench. When I got back to the kitchen I was smiling. In ten minutes, or even sooner, it would be job done.
I was wearing a dressing gown. That would get in the way, so I took it off. I was now in my nightie, and I wasn't going to bother changing. I'd fix the leak and then I'd dress for the day.
It was only a small nut, but it was giving me big problems. I couldn't get a good grip on it. Every time I turned the wrench it slipped off the nut. I called it every swear word that I could think off, including cunt. That didn't help, but it made me feel better!
What should have just been ten minutes, became fifteen, and then twenty. When it got to thirty, after giving a deep sigh, I stopped. The little fucker had defeated me.
But I don't like losing, so I took a deep breath, and then I popped my head back under the sink. Was there another way of doing it? Yes, but it would mean putting my hand behind one of the other pipes, and there wasn't a lot of room to do that. However, I was going to try. If that didn't work then I was going to have to call it a day.
It was difficult, and quite painful, to get my hand where I wanted it to be. But now, because my wrist was past the pipe, I was only experiencing some minor discomfort. And because my hand was in a better position I was starting to think that it might work.
When I slowly moved the wrench it stayed in place, and the nut tightened. Another small turn stopped the leak.
I shouted out, "Yes," at the top of my voice.
I was going to celebrate by having another cup of coffee, and this time with some chocolate biscuits. I deserved my treat, I'd just done my first ever piece of DIY. I couldn't wait to tell Jacob.
It had been difficult getting my hand in, so I expected it to be difficult getting it out, and I was right. My first attempt was a failure, but not to worry, I just needed to try harder. The second one was no better, my hand remained where it was.
Fifteen minutes later, my trapped hand was swollen and bruised. I'd tried every way that I could think of, and nothing had worked. I didn't want to believe it, but the reality was that I was stuck, and I would remain like that until Jacob got home.
At first, I was angry with myself for stupidly getting stuck, and then with my Son for not fixing it when I'd asked him. Then surprisingly, I'd seen the funny side of it. I even laughed. When I was to tell my friends about it, it would crease them up. But that didn't last long, because there was nothing funny about my predicament. Later on I would need the toilet. That was something that I didn't want to think about.
Then suddenly, from another room, I heard somebody shout out, "It's only me."
Hallelujah! There must be a deity watching over me. In an instance, my mood had changed from despair to joy, because, unexpectedly, Jacob was back home. Any second now he would be in the kitchen.
"I forgot my,,,"
He'd stopped mid-sentence, and that was understandable. When he'd come into the kitchen, seeing me on the floor with my head under the sink, had obviously taken him by surprise.
"I've fixed it."
"I'm impressed. Let me help you up."
"Thanks, but there's a slight problem."
Thankfully, when I told him about my predicament he didn't laugh. In fact, he was sympathetic. And he was confident that it would be easy to free my hand.
"Don't worry, It won't take me long to get you out. I'll have you out in a jiffy."
I had to admire his optimism, but I had a nagging feeling that it wasn't going to be as easy as he thought it would be.
After getting down onto the floor, he had to get close to me so that he could put his hand under the sink.
"It'll be easier if you go onto your side."
I did, and then he did the same. We were now facing each other with our bodies touching. As his outstretched arm moved between the pipes, my breasts squashed against his chest. It was making me feel uncomfortable. Then it got worse when he put his other hand between us. His forearm was moving, and while it was doing that, it was rubbing against my breast, more specifically, against my nipple.
It's six months since I've been with a man, so, to put it bluntly, I'm desperately in need of a good fuck. And that's why my nipple had responded as it did, by swelling.
In a lot of ways I'm an average woman. For example, my face. Nobody has said that I'm ugly, but men also don't normally tell me that I'm beautiful. And as for my tits, they are in the middle range, between small and large. Average size is a good way to describe them. But there are two parts of my body that definitely aren't average. The two parts that I am most proud of. My big nipples and my large meaty pussy lips. And, as an added bonus, my nipples aren't just impressively long and thick, they also give me a lot of pleasure because they're very sensitive.
I did try to stop it, but my nipple had a mind of its own. I wasn't wearing a bra, so as the thin silky material of my nightie moved over it, it was getting more than enough stimulation to keep it hard. And why was he taking so long? It was as if he was deliberately prolonging it so that he could keep his arm on my breast. That was silly, he was a good Son, always treating me with respect.
When he came out from under the sink, I was relieved, but there was also a part of me that was disappointed. Being honest with myself, I'd have to admit that I'd enjoyed it. Without knowing it, he hadn't just excited my tits, he'd affected my pussy. Nothing serious, just a nice warm feeling. But something that could, without any warning, suddenly become a fire, and then a raging inferno.
"I've assessed the situation and I think I know what to do."
That was what I wanted to hear. When I was out I'd reward him with a big hug.
