Glenn
When I looked out the window, I saw a young boy around twelve shivering in the rain in front of the neighbour's house. I had only seen him a few times before, despite the people moving in almost half a year ago. He was leaning against the house with a dejected look and seemed utterly miserable.
I grabbed an umbrella, opened the front door and walked over to him. "Locked yourself out?" I asked, looking into his sky-blue eyes. His eyes were a surprising contrast to his chocolate skin and black hair.
"Not really. Mum's left the key in the lock. She's probably with one of her blokes now, doing it."
"And she leaves you out in the rain?"
"Yeah, it's not like I haven't seen her do her 'boys' before, it's just that if she's at it, she can't be bothered."
"Oh." I didn't know what else to say. "Would you like to come in to our house and get warm?"
He looked me up and down with a suppressed smile on his lips. After a while he seemed to approve of me and nodded. "Yes, please."
He followed me in and I told him to go to the bathroom and have a hot shower. I told him I would dry his clothes in the dryer in the meantime.
"There's a dressing gown in the bathroom. You can use that."
"Thanks Mrs. Debsom."
"You'd better get going or you will break your teeth by the shattering."
He smiled and went in there. After a short while, I knocked on the door and asked if his clothes were ready. He opened the door ajar and stuck the bundle of wet clothes out through the opening. I almost had a heart attack when I looked into the bathroom. He might be hidden from direct view from the door, but he was apparently not aware of the big mirrors in the bathroom and I had an enticing glimpse of his back. He was tall and long limbed with the most beautifully smooth skin. He had a seriously tight bum and if my eyes didn't fool me, I could see his big testicles and the end of his penis halfway down his legs.
My heart started to beat really fast. Wow!
I put the clothes in the washer/dryer and set it for a quick wash and dry program. When I came back from the utility room, I heard the shower stop and he came out, wearing my dressing gown, loosely tied around his waist.
"Hi," I said. "I'm sorry, but I don't know your name."
"Oh, Glenn," he said with a shy smile. "And thanks again. I'm feeling so much better." He smiled a bit broader. "And warmer."
"You're welcome. It's a pleasure." And it
was a pleasure. "Can I get you anything? Coke? Milk? Cup of tea?"
"Could I have some warm milk, please?"
"Of course you can. Would you like some hot chocolate milkshake instead?"
"No thank you. Warm milk would be fine."
I poured milk into a cup and warmed it in the microwave oven. "Here you are."
"Thank you." He sat down at the kitchen table and I sat down across from him.
"So what do you do?"
"I go to school. I'm in Lord Pauntain's. Year seven."
"A grammar school. That's excellent."
"Yeah, I go to the library to read." He shrugged. "Home isn't always so good with all the men coming and going." He shuddered. "And the guy that wanted to ..." His voice trailed off.
"To?"
"Never mind," he said.
"It's OK if you don't want to tell me."
"Well ..." He sat silent for quite some time, sipping his milk. "It's just ..." Sip. "Just that ..." Sip. "Well ..." Sip. Sip. "Please don't tell anybody."
"I won't. I promise."
"Right. Well. This bloke had been with mum a few times and one day he saw me, when he wanted to go to the loo. He turned around and shouted to mum in her bedroom, 'How much for the boy too?' and mum said something like a couple of hundred quid." He folded his hands around the mug. "I got scared and ran out of the house."
I was shocked and put my hand on his. "That's terrible." I gave him a reassuring squeeze.
"I don't know," Glenn said. "It's just that his dick was so big and hard. And I was scared that he wanted to stick it up my bum."
"You saw his erection?"
"Yeah." He shrugged. "I mean he was paying mum for sex, so he would be naked and hard, wouldn't he?"
"He pays your mum for sex?"
"Yeah. And they pay well. Our house isn't cheap. At least mum says it isn't."
I let out a long whistle. "I see. So you go to the library to read then?"
"Yeah. It's not far away and mum can have her blokes coming without running into me." He gave me another shy smile and shrugged.
We kept on chatting for a couple of hours until I heard the washing machine stop. "I think your clothes are dry now." I got up, closely followed by Glenn, who stopped by the dishwasher to put his mug away. In the utility room I took his clothes out. A pair of threadbare jeans, a T-shirt and a hoodie cardigan. It was slightly wrinkled after the drying. I turned the iron on and started to arrange his jeans for ironing. I was stopped by his hand on my arm.
"You've done a lot for me already, let me do the ironing."
I looked at him incredulously. "Are you sure?"
"Of course I'm sure." He threw me a heart-stopping smile. "At home, do you think mum can be bothered to iron my clothes?"
I didn't know what to say so I just kept quiet. He quickly ironed his clothes while I admired his efficiency. He was definitely much better than me. When he was finished, he turned his back to me, dropped the dressing gown and slipped his T-shirt over his head. I couldn't keep my eyes from his athletic pre-teen body. When he donned his jeans, I got a short glimpse of his dick. I gasped. He
was big! I couldn't believe that he was only twelve. He was already bigger than most guys I'd ever met. He turned around while zipping his jeans up and grabbed the dressing gown from the floor.
"Thank you Mrs. Debsom." He put the dressing gown in my hand.
"Kathy," I said absentmindedly. I was so surprised that I could hardly think straight.
He picked up his cardigan and switched off the iron. "Thank you for listening to me, Mrs. Deb... Kathy. And thank you for the milk and the drying."
I looked right past him. "You're welcome." I didn't even turn until he had left the utility room.
At the front door, he stopped. "I'd better go home before it gets dark. Mum should be finished by now." He bent down to put his trainers on.
"Yes. Sure. I guess she is."
He rose again and put his hand forward before changing his mind. He stepped up to me and gave me a bear hug, pressing his chest against mine so my breasts where flattened against him. He turned his head to give me a kiss on the cheek, but as I turned at the same time, our lips met for a brief moment and I felt like a fire rushing through me. He seemed startled too and I am sure I could see something looking like a blush under his dark skin. He managed to plant a kiss on my cheek and I planted one on his.
"You know, Glenn. You are always welcome here." I held his face between my hands. "Always."
"Thank you Mrs... Kathy! I appreciate it."
"And you don't have to go to the library to study. You can do it here, if you want to. I've got a couple of computers too, one for each of the twins and a laptop I use myself."
"I certainly will," he said. "Maybe I can come by tomorrow after school?"
"Of course you can. See you tomorrow then."
He opened the door. It had stopped raining. "See you."
He scooted towards his house with a youthful spring in his step. I waited at the door until I saw him get in safely and we exchanged a last wave before he disappeared. I slowly closed the door, wondering what had happened to me.
I had hardly closed the door before it banged open again.
"Mum. Mum!" The twins called. "We're back."
I went out in the hall where they said goodbye to my twin brother.
"Bye Uncle Andrew."
"Bye, guys. See you soon." Andrew straightened up. "How are you doing, Sis? How are the studies going?"
"Well, mostly. I had a surprise visitor so I didn't do too much this afternoon."
"Alright. Sorry, I've gotta go. Henrietta and Keithley are waiting in the car."
We kissed. "OK then. Scoot. Send my love to the twins."
Andrew turned his head back over his shoulder while walking towards the car. "Will do. Will do."
I gave a last wave and closed the door.
"How was your day at Uncle Andrew's?" I asked.
"Fine," Jody said.
"We went swimming," Lawrence added.
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