What Day is it?  
By Crossmanx at - crossmanx@hotmail.co.uk - comments and ideas welcome.
When your life can take a different turn, depending on what day it is! 


What Day is it?

It was early morning and Jamie was still in bed, outside there was a bird
singing away as if it had no idea how early it was, and didn't care either.
The curtains hadn't been pulled together all the way and there was a gap, a
gap that sunlight was now pouring through. The light had first hit the floor
near to the bed, then over the next half hour or so it slowly creeped across
the floor, up towards and onto the bed, up it and towards the pillows where
Jamie's head lay.

With the light now in his face and that bird outside on its umpteenth chorus
of the same cheeping song. Jamie's eyelids flickered, he screwed his eyes up
tight, then blinked and soon he was on his way to slipping out of his sleep
and into the reality of being awake. But these first few moments of waking up
can seem like an eternity. Especially if you're in the middle of a good dream
and then you realise your waking up, but don't want to, you want to
desperately stay in that dream.

But as always waking up always wins and so it did for Jamie, 'blast that bird
singing and the sunlight!' He knew he'd been in a good dream, a really good
one, but as his eyes flickered and opened, it all seemed to slip away and he
couldn't remember it. 'Hold on, he remembered one bit, that bit where he was
... ... ' But a second later and he'd even forgotten that bit, 'Damn!'

Now he was awake, well almost, it was that bit where you just more conscious
than asleep and can't get back to sleep. But it was at this point when that
thought went through his head, 'what day is it?' This was an important
question and the more in bounced around inside his head the more awake he
became. 'What day was it?' Monday - Friday would mean one thing, or if it was
the weekend that that would mean something completely different. But he was
having a blank moment he couldn't think straight, he couldn't remember
yesterday, so couldn't work out what today, this morning, was. And that was a
problem!

All of this might have only taken a few seconds, since the sunlight had first
fallen across Jamie's eye, but to him it seemed to have go on for such a long
time. But even so he still didn't know what day was it? Frist the dream he
couldn't remember and now it was the day that he couldn't work out! But
somehow, he knew that the dream was linked to those who were now so entwined
in his life. And depending on what day it was, a week day or a weekend day,
would also depend on how Jamie and 'these people' interacted together, and
what sort of a day he would have!

These people, were in fact two women that had entered Jamie's life and changed
it for various different reasons. The women where Mrs Goodboy and Christine.
Mrs Goodboy was the Deputy Head at Jamie's school. She was prim, attractive
and had a direct way about her and this schoolboy, like all the others at the
school, were both fascinated and captivated by the woman. The other woman in
all this was Christine, she was Jamie's Aunt. Aunty Christine was the mature,
well-formed and sexy kind of Aunty, that any lustful young lad, like him,
would want and desired.

All of this had happened recently almost as if the young lad had now reached
the point where each woman could, and did, try something new with him, he was
now available to be treated differently! The school's Deputy Head was formal,
strict and a dominate woman, whereas Aunty Christine was a bit of a flirt,
seductive, a fun-loving type of woman. Two different ways, two different
approaches, in how women 'interacted' with young eager lads, and both ways
produce their own individual and positive results. For Jamie he was on the
receiving end of both methods and each method did have its own very positive
effect on him!

But with the two different method, it also meant that the lad had to know
exactly what was excepted of him, how he behaved for Mrs Goodboy and how he
worked for Aunty Christine. He was a different lad, a different 'good boy'
with each woman, after all he was expected to conduct himself and perform in
very different ways with each of them!

As he still lay there trying desperately to work out if it was a week day and
that would mean school and there would be a very formal Mrs Goodboy, his
Deputy Head to impress and behave correctly with. Or if it was a weekend and
there would be a very flirting Aunty Christine to satisfy and have fun with!
As the different days of the week rolled around inside his head, so did how
all this had started and how the two women that now had a hold on him and his
life, had such different ways with him!

If had been a few months ago and soon after his birthday that the young lad
had first noticed the difference in how Mrs Goodboy and Aunty Christine both
looked at him. Then it was how they talked to him, the comments that where
made that could be take one way or the other and how they acted around him. At
first it had all been a bit confusing and made him think, but being just a
lad, he couldn't work it all out, then they both seemed to 'strike' at the
same time, but in different ways.

It was on a Friday at school when Jamie was walking down one of the empty
corridors, while everyone was in lessons, all except him. The lad had told his
teacher he was feeling a bit unwell, a good excuse especially when you've
forgotten, not done all that work that was due in that day! He was trying to
find a nice quiet place to stay out the way so that ... ... "You Boy!" Jamie
stopped in his tracks at the sound of the raised and familiar voice that
seemed to have a slight echo to it that bounced off the corridor walls.
'Shit!'

In his hurry to try and find somewhere quite he'd taken the wrong route and
was heading down the corridor where the Deputy Heads office was, Mrs Goodboy's
office! And unfortunately, the woman was out of her office, doing her rounds
and was heading back when she caught a lad out of place! Jamie turned around
slowly a look of pain on his face as he knew he was in trouble and there she
was Mrs Goodboy. The school joke was that she liked a 'good boy', but in
reality, there was none brave enough to even try and put that theory to the
test.

The Deputy Head was in her 40's, or there about, and she was quite tall, a
woman with fair hair that was always tied up high and looked very smart, never
a hair out of place. It was just like her, nothing out of place, everything
where it should be and wow betide anything that wasn't in the correct place.
Like a lad walking the corridors when he should be in a class! She was dressed
in a pair of high heeled black shoes, the kind with straps around the ankles,
she had a fine set of legs but these were mostly hidden by the skirt that came
down passed her knees.

But it was a very tight skirt and those fine legs could still be made out
through it, as could her firm round arse that slightly swayed from side to
side when she walked. She'd step with one high heeled shoe in front of the
other, her legs ever so slightly crossing over each other as that tight skirt
gave her a very pronounced and formal way of walking. And there was a lot of
students here that liked to stand and watch her walk, for a distance of
course, walk down the corridors, as it was all very sexy.

The skirt went into her tight waist, then there was a white blouse, quite
frilly up the front and around the collar and sleeve cuffs. This garment was
again well fitting and her ample chest was well noticeable, due to its tight
fit, even if there were no buttons undone. But somehow that made it even more
noticeable! Then there was the woman's face, her hair up and immaculate as
always, her lips with a very subtle hint of pink on them, as if she was
teasing the onlooker, with 'there might, just might, be another side to me!'
But then her stern, piercing eyes always said 'but don't try and find it!'

She had an attractive face, if somewhat prim and proper, and always seemed to
have those old fashion glasses on, which did suit her, and were for the most
always halfway down her nose. It was when she pushed them up with her finger,
to get a better look at you that, that you knew you were really in trouble.
And this was Mrs Goodboy!

The Deputy Head stopped and looked down at the lad, "so it's you boy!"
Recognition that the woman already knew this troublesome student! She reached
out and OOOUUCCHH! Grabbing onto Jamie's ear she now turned the lad around and
pulled him along behind her as she dragged him the short distance to her
office. She opened the door, stepped inside, yanking the boy in too, dragging
him so quickly that he fell into the room. He wasn't sure if he'd stumbled, or
if as he'd thought, but didn't know how she'd done it, the Deputy Head had
tossed the lad across the room and down to the floor of her office.

Surly in today schools treating a student in this barbaric manner wasn't
allowed and he could, OOOWWWHHHH! The boy, the student was gripped by his hair
as he lay there on the floor of the Deputy Heads office and then harshly, was
dragged upwards. Jamie called out as the sharp pain filled his now sore head.
As Mrs Goodboy pulled him up onto unsteady legs, she tossed him over towards
her desk and then, THUD! She throws the boy across, over her desk, Jamie was
shocked, hurt and now angry, yes, he was angry. Angry with the woman, he
didn't care who she was, that she was the schools Deputy Head, that she was
... ... WHACK! OOOUUUHHH!

His anger was soon dispelled as the Deputy Head showed her dominate side, even
more so, by bringing her firm hand down across the boy's backside as he lay
across her desk, WHACK! Again, the woman struck and it hurt! Jamie tried to
turn himself around, tried to move out of the way, tried to escape and then
... ... THUD! Mrs Goodboy's free hand came down hard and firm, she gripped the
boy who should have been in his classroom and held him down. Held him there on
her desk so that punishment could be administered and she held him so well he
couldn't escape.

But even so the boy tired to break free, but it was no good, the woman's grip
and firm hold was too much for him and he couldn't escape, she had him held
there, had the boy where she wanted him. The woman got closer and there was
some rough handling of him, the Deputy Head's free hand went to work around
his belt and trouser area and if it had been a well-practiced move the
schoolboy's trousers, then his pants where whipped down and his bare arse was
now on show. 'Surely this breaks all the rules and this woman should ... ...
!' WHACK ARRRRHHHH!

Mrs Goodboy's hand now came down even harder, sharper and more painfully
across the boys now bear arse, WHACK! Again, she smacked him, delivery his
punishment for not being in the right place at the right time, as he should
be! The Deputy Head's hand came down again, she smacked the boy repeatedly and
it hurt, but it also gave the boy another feeling! The woman, a real woman's
hand coming down on his bear arse also excited the boy in a strange way, a way
he wasn't use to and was now unsure of.

The more she spanked him, punished him, the more that Jamie seemed to 'enjoy'
this, his young head spun around with all sorts of different emotions,
feelings and soon all of this had a more physical effect on him! With his
trousers and pants down there was now no hiding how he 'liked' the feeling of
his Deputy Head's 'punishment.' She did have a certain way about how she
dished out 'discipline!'

The schoolboy couldn't help it but his cock was soon reacting to the
punishment he was receiving, it grew and grew with each hand that came
forcefully down across his arse. But the Deputy Head took no notice, it was
almost as if Mrs Goodboy's was ignoring his boy tool, even a big one like
this! With the last smack delivered the Deputy Head barked out her order
"trousers boy!" and a very sore, but excited boy pulled up his trousers. As he
did so Mrs Goodboy grabbed back onto his ear then dragged the lad towards her
office door. Opening it she now tossed the boy out, back into the corridor
where she'd found him, "back to your classroom boy and now!" The door closed,
Jamie was glad the corridor was still empty as he finished dressing himself,
and so ended the boys first 'new kind' of encounter with this woman!

It was that day after this new encounter with Mrs Goodboy that Jamie had his
next new encounter, but this time it was with his Aunty Christine, and that
would also be something different!

It was the Saturday and he was both pleased and frustrated that it wasn't a
school day, after the events of the day before in the Deputy Head's office it
wasn't surprising, he was still a bit confused. But now he had the weekend to
try and get his head around all this, make sense of it and decided what he was
going to do when he went back to school on the Monday.

It was during that morning when he was walking around, thinking and with a
confused look on his face that his Mother had given him a list of jobs to do,
which for once he'd not argued over and said he'd just get on with them.
Jamie's Mother was quite pleased, a little shocked, but pleased that the lad
had finally decided to just do as she said and not moan about it like normal.

The list was long, there was shopping, tidying the garden shed, mowing the
lawn, dropping off some stuff, cleaning the car and more. As he looked at it a
tried to decided what the easiest to do, but his Mother had already made the
decision. "You can drop this off to Aunty Christine's, then go down to the
shops, here's the shopping list." 'Another list! Thanks Mum!' Going around to
Aunty Christine's was not the top thing on 'his' list, after what had happened
at school, he didn't really think that going around to see his sexy Aunt would
do anything to clear his head and make sense of all this. In fact, it would
probably have the opposite effect as if truth be known his Aunt had taken over
a few of his thoughts these past few years after she'd become 'interesting' to
him!

But his Mother insisted he do what she said, so he was packed off with the
shopping list and a bag of 'stuff' to drop off at his Aunt's. It was only
short walk from Jamie's house to his Aunts but in one way it seemed to take a
long time, as for some reason all the boy could think about was walking down
that school corridor and then what happened next. But even so before he
realised it, he was at his Aunt's house. His Uncles car wasn't there, but that
wasn't surprising his job kept him away for long periods at a time.

Somehow the lad felt nervous, was it because of what had happened the day
before at school or was it that he just had a sexy Aunty, and that he was a
horny Nephew? The boy made his way around to the rear of the house and went in
through the back door and into the kitchen, as he always did.

As he walked into the kitchen there was Aunty Christine, the lad smiled, she
always managed to put a grin on his face, and a thought into his head! Today
there was a bit of an extra smile on his face as Aunty did look especial good.
Christine had been knelt down her head in one of the lower cupboards as Jamie
had come in, she heard him, turned and she smiled. She always looked good with
a smile on her face, and again another thought went through the dirty Nephews
head!

But there was something else, it was how she was dressed today and the lad
liked it. Aunty Christine was a tall older woman, you don't ask your Aunties
age, but if he was to guess she'd be in that 40 something bracket. Her light
fair hair was quiet long, almost down to her shoulders and with a slight curl
to it, and she had a certain good look about her. With her full red lips, she
liked a bright red colour, and the rest of her mature looks weren't lost on
her young Nephew, not lost on him at all!

As Aunty Christine saw Jamie walk in, she stood up and now showed that she was
a tall woman, a bit taller than him, which he did find a bit intimidating, but
didn't put him off 'liking her!' But it was also the way she was dressed today
in just a short white bathrobe, and in her bare feet, her long legs looked ...
... ! Well again Jamie's smile broadened as it did again when he then noticed
the bulge in her bathrobe caused by her large breasts. There was also a nice
gap there at the top of her bathrobe showing the ample cleavage off nicely.
Yes, that was Aunty Christine and she looked so good!

The happy smiling Nephew had to concentrate, but found it difficult as his
Aunt made her way towards him to great her 'favourite' Nephew! The young lad
took in how she looked, her lovely mature face, how her hair had that bit of
bounce to it as she walked. And of course, her body, her legs that where on
show and that gap at the top of her robe, showing her cleavage, those large
breasts, that also had a slightly bounce to them too as she walked.

Jamie's eye where fixed on these, and the grin on his face couldn't be more
noticeable to his Aunt. "Jamie are you looking at my tits?" It was the first
time he'd heard his Aunt use the word 'tit's' and again it made him grin even
more. Yes, his Aunts tits where impressive, large and ... ... Jamie realised
they were there right in front of him, Aunty Christine had stopped close to
him, she was stood there and instead of sneaking a look at his sexy Aunt as he
normally did, he was now blatantly staring, eyes focused fully on her
cleavage, her tits. 'Oh! Caught out, shit!'

The Aunt stood there, hands on her hips, at a jaunty angle with one leg slight
bent forwards. The boy's eyes moved up, Aunty seemed 'not to happy', her still
attractive face looked slightly annoyed. Her hand came up and gabbed onto his
chin, Aunty pulled her Nephews face, and with it him too, closer to her. "You
like Aunties tits. Do you like her lips too?" Aunty Christine leaned forwards
and kissed her Nephew. Lips together, a real kiss, the when she stopped and
pulled away, her lips slightly parted, there was a hint of her tongue that
went quickly across his lips, as she pulled way.

Jamie was surprised, stunned, dazed and felt something stirring down inside of
him after that. Aunty Christine liked the confused look on her sweet Nephew's
face and seeing at there was no point in wasting the moment she grabbed the
boy. Christine took hold of Jamie; the Auntie's hands grabbed onto her Nephew
and now mouths and tongues went to work, as the older woman and boy kissed!

The boy responded to all this, and responded well! Not like some lad who'd
never kissed before with hand groping everywhere, but with his lips, mouth,
tongue in a way the woman liked, liked a lot. As he responded with his mouth
his hands move down and undone the cord around his Aunt's robe, that came
undone easy. The robe fell open, Jamie's hands slipped inside, now he had hold
of her naked body, she moaned with delight, his touch was again very good, and
to the lad the woman's body felt amazing. Christine and Jamie kissed, mouths
and tongues became entwined, passions rose, hands went around, over bodies,
clothes were lost.

Soon all those taboos of Aunty and Nephew having 'fun' together were broken as
the older woman was on her knees and the lad's cock was now slowly being
sucked. As Aunty Christine ran her tongue up and down her Nephew large boy
tool, she was amazing at just how much her Nephew had grown. The woman was so
impressed and soon, when the boy had her over the chair, and she was screaming
with such pleasure and joy. So much so, she'd wonder why Aunty hadn't done
this before with her big, horny Nephew

So that was how it had all started with Mrs Goodboy at school and his Aunty,
two different ways in which Jamie was 'interacting!' Being controlled and
degraded by his Deputy Head Teacher and being used and drained by his Aunty.
So, for the lad it was important to know what day it was, a school day and
that meant interacting with Mrs Goodboy or a weekend and that'd meant Aunty
Christine. But also, there had been other incidents, times recently and events
that had happened to make these two new 'relationships' that Jamie had
'different and special!'

There had been the time at school when Mrs Goodboy had caught Jamie out of
lessons and hiding quietly in the Library. The woman had walked into the
Library looking for things, people out of place, Jamie had seen her and tried
to make a run for it. Dashing behind one of the large, lines of bookcases, to
get out the way, to hide, but she'd seen him and before he knew it, THUD!
She'd moved in-between the lines of bookcases and was behind the skulking lad,
with one had holding the back of his neck she pushed the boy hard into the
line of books on the shelves there.

As his face was pushed into the books and held there, he also felt the women
get in close behind him. Her body pressed against his, he could feel her
breasts in his back, and it felt good. Then the Deputy Head's free hand came
around, unzipped the skiving boy, flip his boy tool out and then she started
to work him! 'Oh God!' In her, expert, hand Jamie was soon in a position to be
at the mercy of the woman who had him pressed against the bookcase and
manipulating his cock as she so easily did.

She worked him hard, all the time pressing her body against his, forcing him
into the bookcase, her lips close to his ear as she told him what a discussing
little boy he was, for playing with himself here in the library! It took
sometime and some good hand work by Mrs Goodboy, but Jamie couldn't hold out
forever, even if he tried, so she brought him to the point of ... ...
ARRRHHHH! 'That felt amazing!' He shot all over as set of Shakespeare book on
the lower shelf, then the Deputy Head Teacher forced the lad down onto his
knees. "Clean up your mess and when I came back here to inspect, you'd better
have done a good job." With that Mrs Goodboy left as she carried on her search
of the school for things and people out of place!

There was also more 'fun' to be had with Aunty Christine, flirty and seductive
she also liked to live dangerously, which meant she now came around to Jamie's
house more often so she could try and have him while his parents where there!
Most memorable was the time he'd came back with his parents from a day out and
then up to his room he gone, with his Mother shouting after him to sort
himself out as she was just starting dinner. When the Nephew opened the door
and stepped into his room there was his Aunty, lying on top of his bed and
naked.

His tempting, daring and sassy Aunt had sneaked into the house and was there
waiting for her young boy to come back and fuck her while his parents where
just downstairs. But Jamie had to admit that he couldn't resist his trouble
making Aunty, he defiantly couldn't resist her especially with his cock in her
mouth. But the Aunty had more ideas, better ideas, than just a simple, but
enjoyable, blow job in her Nephew's bedroom.

Out of his cloths she got him, then grabbing his hand, out the bedroom she
dragged him, onto the landing and over to the bathroom. Time to get fucked in
the shower, now that was what Aunty called 'daring!' In the shower Jamie got
behind and took hold of the mature woman and gave her his cock, and took her,
as only a Nephew can take his Aunty! It took some time and there was a lot of
shouting form downstairs from his parents, "what are you doing up there?" If
only they knew! He sneaked his Aunt back in his bedroom, the bathroom had been
a mess after all that shower action, and Jamie was told off sharply for
'behaving like a child in there!' Then there was getting Aunty out the house
the next morning, but that was another story!

Other incidents included Jamie walking into his classroom at school as he'd
forgot his bag and finding his teacher Miss Jones and Mrs Goodboy there
kissing! The lad stopped, stood there open mouthed as the women kissed, then
he was noticed. Mrs Goodboy and the younger redhead teacher stopped. An
annoyed looking Deputy Head looked over her glasses, pointed, scoured, called,
ordered the boy to her.

Nervously he went over to the women and over he went, over the desk the boy
went. With Miss Jones on one side of him and Mrs Goodboy on the other his
trousers and pants came down SMACK! OOOHHH! SMACK OOOWWW! The women tanned his
arse for having the nerve to disturb their 'meeting!' Jamie could see the
reflection in the nearby window, each time a bare hand came down across his
arse, the woman leaned over and kissed each other. It looked so good; he could
have watch them all day as they were obviously enjoying themselves!

There were also moments with Aunty Christine, like when Jamie got a message to
come and join her. He had to sneak out the house, as he was still grounded
from the shower incident. But he was soon out the house, and around his Aunts
for some ... ... 'Oh My!' There was Aunty dressed in black stocking and
basque, she was sat on the sofa, kissing a delightful brunette, dressed in
white stocking and basque!

The other woman was Julie, Aunty Christine's neighbour, this woman was younger
than the lad's Aunt, 30 something, but she was like the Aunt, good looking,
busty and wanted some boy cock. Jamie was happy to provide for both woman as
he looked down with Aunty on one side of his cock licking away and Julie on
the other side using her tongue. The boy delivered all over both women, so
they could lap it up off each other's face, then when they both mounted him,
he got down to some serious satisfying of both woman, all at that the same
time!

So back to today and was it going to be a day with Mrs Goodboy or a day with
Aunty Christine? The boy was now awake and fully conscious, and it dawned on
him, he knew what day it was, he realised that today was a bank holiday, 'Oh!'
A weekday but there was no school, a weekday that most people considered as a
long weekend, so where did that leave him! He heard his Mother call out
something and then the front door slammed shut, he took a second or two and
then remembered that his parents where going out early today. As it was the
bank holiday, so that just left him alone, for the rest of the day, but what
to do?

The lad got himself together, a shower, some hunting around in his room for a
pair of shorts and a clean t-shirt, that was difficult to find, and he now
made his way down to the kitchen, food!

Jamie walked into the kitchen and 'Oh!' There was stood a woman, a woman he
knew, she was an older woman, a woman in her 40's or so. She looked gorgeous,
she looked 'Oh My!' The woman was Mrs Christine Goodboy and she was the boys
Aunt and his Deputy Head Teacher from school! When the lad had started at the
school some years ago, he knew his Aunt was a teacher there, but it had been
made very clear to him that while he was at school, he must treat her just
like any other teacher and she was Mrs Goodboy. But when school was over, she
was then Aunty Christine again.

The woman, Mrs Goodboy, Aunty Christine had also been determined to make sure
that this line was never crossed. She had worked hard to get to her position
at the school and was hoping to become the next Deputy Head and she didn't
want to be accused of any favouritism as her Nephew was a now a student there.

So, a firm line was drawn between her relationship with the lad as a student
and as her Nephew. In fact, this new 'firm' attitude had done the woman a good
turn, she was now a much stricter teacher and didn't take any trouble or
misbehaviour now from anyone. It had been this new discipline she had in
herself, and the firmness she brought to the classroom, that got her noticed
and promoted to the Deputy Head's roll. So, in many ways she had a lot to
'thank' Jamie for!

So, when the boy had reached that age when he'd become more 'interesting' to
her she'd decided to kept their 'new' relationship still on that Teacher and
Aunty bases! And so, it had all begun, but now it was a bank holiday weekend,
a Friday when normally they would both be in the school and the strict Deputy
Head would have control over her special student. Then there would be the
weekend where the Aunty inside her could open up and have some Nephew fun! But
a bank holiday it was both a week day and a long weekend, so maybe it was time
to mix things up a bit!

And today on this bank holiday there was certainly a mix going on as Jamie's
Aunty and his Teacher now merged into ... ... Well who was she now?

The woman was dressed in a pair of riding boots, black and long, up to near
her knees. Then there was a pair of tight beige riding jodhpurs. The waist
line came into her slender and bare midriff, there was a smart white blouse
but it had been rolled up and tied in a knot under her large female chest. The
blouses buttons where undone so cleavage and a black bra where on show and the
long sleeves were also rolled up. The woman's long fair hair had been
hurriedly tied up, strands falling down all over the place and her bright pink
lips had a devilish grin to them.

Jamie knew his Aunt was into riding, horse riding that is, as well as riding
him and now she had half a look of a county lady going out on a ride with the
hunt, and half of a sexy woman who wanted a different kind of hunt and ride.
Was Christine thinking of playing a little game, lady of the manor, or slut of
the house, which ever it was Jamie had to smile.

Then the lad saw that the rear door to the kitchen was open and he could see
out into the large back garden. It was a very secluded area, which was good,
no one could see in, nice and private. The garden hose was laid out across the
lawn and it was on, water poured out and already there was a large puddle of
muddy water there. The woman clicked her fingers and pointed down to the floor
as she looked over her Teachers glasses that where halfway down her nose, the
dominate, controlling side was still there in this new woman.

Jamie knew what to do and was down on his knees, then crawled across the floor
to her. As he got there, he though 'he'll play her game and ... ... ',
OOOWWWHHH! She grabbed him by his ear and dragged her little 'pet' out into
the garden and SPLOOOSH! She tossed the lad into the middle of the lawn where
all that water was building up, then SPLASH! She dropped down to her knees
next to her Nephew there in the water and UUUHHHHH! The woman, Miss Christine
shall we now call her, grabbed onto her Nephew and dragged him down and rolled
over with him in the muddy water there.

She was strong and had a good hold on him, she rolled the boy over, and soon
there where both cover by dirty water. When they stopped rolling, came to a
halt, his face was half buried in the now dirty water, and she was onto of
him, on his back holding the boy down. Miss Christine bit his ear, bit more
than just a playful nibble, but not all out war, just yet! Then with her lips
came close to his hurt ear, he could feel water dripping off of her onto the
side of his face as she now whispered "I'm going to ride you until I break you
in, then I'm going to fuck you 'till I've broken you!" She gave him a gentle
kiss on the side of his face and then, UUUUHHHHH!

The older woman rolled over, the boy followed there was some tussling, Jamie
was grabbed and dragged up onto all fours then, THUD! His riding Aunty, the
Deputy Head Teacher who could control, and his new woman, Miss Christine, was
up on his back and playing horsy with him. Well she did say she would 'break
him in!'

That day out in the garden on that bank holiday was another new encounter for
the lad, Miss Christine was certainly a mix of his Teacher and his Aunt. When
she'd ridden him around the garden for a while, then she'd dropped him down
and wrestled him in the mud. He'd lost quite easily even though he had tried
to fight back, but she was actually too strong for him. Then she'd fucked him,
out there in the middle of the garden, she'd had the boy in the water and the
mud. Miss Christine had dominated and seduced the boy, she'd humiliated,
overpowered and broken the lad in. But Jamie had also been, sucked, licked and
fucked by this incredible 'new' woman.

Now the lad had another woman in his life, from Monday to Friday there was the
dominating Mrs Goodboy, at the weekends there was the seductive Aunty
Christine and on holidays and days off there was the mix that was Miss
Christine. But now the boy wondered if there were any other sides to this
woman, he shivered at that though, a kind of a good shiver but also one that
did worry him. Yes, who else could this woman be ... ... !