421 the eyes have it (1)421 The eyes have itWhat was she to do, she asked herself, a mature lady of 68 years married 30 years and she had been widowed now for 7, she had been through the grief stage, resigned herself to widowhood, believing she would never enjoy a males attention or love ever again? But did she want it, did she really want that…sex…no she had forgotten all of it since Paul had passed over…she was respected… had a good job as an office manager… had a nice city flat, over a shop which she owned and rented out to local councillor, as his campaign office, and she had enough money to live without worry …and now… here she was… acting like a damned schoolgirl! Ruled by her heart, confused, bewildered. Whenever she was away from his influence, she knew she needed to be herself, be mature, to be the solid reliable mature office manager… say bugger off…or just No…But… in her heart of hearts she knew that if he so much as glanced at her, she would melt, would become that gibbering schoolgirl once more. Three days it had gone on, he was her bloody nephew, he was visiting he was a quarter her age, it was ridiculous, totally ridiculous… he only had to say jump and she knew that she would ask “yes sir how high…!”Her name was Mary, Mary Alice Jones, known to one and all as Maj! 16 stone of mature fairly short womanhood, 36 c cup breasts which if unsupported set off south, 33” waist, and a butt that he, her nephew said was smackable, though she thought it big, like her big solidly stout thighs!Her twin sister Melody, now in Spain, had asked her to take Mike in for a while, six months she had said, as he was finishing a course and she was worried what he would get up to, in this mad British city away from her control. Maj had agreed, she had known the lad since he was a babe, though she hadn’t seen him since her husband`s funeral, she having no passport or the desire to travel like her sister. She had fetched him from the airport, they caught the train home together, chatting about the family and Spain, a place she had not visited and had sat with the handsome twinkling blue-eyed blonde lad, noting as they travelled that those eyes were looking deep into hers as if apparently boring deep into her very soul. It was disquieting though she had no idea why. Over a chip meal brought at one of the last shops before they got home, she asked “what he was studying?” It was one of those amazing moments that changed her life, time stood still, as he smiled that broad and disarming smile of his and he said, “Did my mother not explain, I am a trainee hypnotist, I work with the psychiatric patients, I can control practically anyone…and I work just with my eyes!” That explained those deep and long staring looks he had given her as they met… her heart missed a beat, he grinned, they had been home less than an hour and here he was this hunk of a young lad, telling her he was a hypnotists a controller of the mind… her attitude on the way to the airport was one of an elder aunt fetching a nephew to her home which she was normally loath to share, though in this case she felt she owed it to her sister. They had kissed, one of those cold kisses of a welcoming relative, and those piercing eyes had met hers. She couldn’t explain it, that weird feeling that desire to hold him close, that sudden warmth …it had been years.She had shown him his room, he had dumped his case atakum escort then turned to her and kissed her once much more passionately, then said, “just for the rest of his week, next week you will invite me to your own bed won`t you?” flustered she had pushed him away and left him, shutting his door accompanied by peals of his laughter.Outside she had stood shaking her head, thinking was this his idea of a joke, some sort of wind up…but deep down she knew it was no joke and it was really happening… she tried to tell herself it was imagination, but she knew he had started something that she was unsettled by. She decided to phone her sister, tell her he was here and safe, her finger shook just a little as she dialled the number, her sister answered. They chatted for a while, Maj saying “he was here and safe”, Mel explaining that “she was glad, and that he had to be in the academy for the final phase of his course by next Monday, and she hoped he wouldn`t be too much trouble…” Maj asked what the course was, and was told hypnotherapy, he wanted to work with the mentally unfit… God, it was true then…Mel chuckled and said he was a randy young sod and had tried to use his powers on her occasionally, especially since his hormones had hit puberty, him having like most lads, a ‘thing’ about his own mother”…but she “didn’t think they had worked, though she had on one occasion found herself on her own bed with her clothes in a little disarray, after a sleep, though she thought that was Juan her husband, taking advantage while she had slept, though of course she supposed she couldn’t be certain!” they laughed, when Mel said “you had best watch out, perhaps he would try it on his kind old aunt…! “Maj, replying that he would be desperate if he did, and out of luck as she was a short fat widow-woman and past all that stuff…” though in her mind the seeds were sown and she smiled, flattered he had joked with her.They rang off and over the next few hours she watched tv, Mike having put his stuff away, joined her, and through two programs little was said. She made coffee, and they watched the news together, then she asked him about his course and if he was his missing his mum and dad yet. He grinned and said “he missed his mums body, but hers would do as a stand in, if she wished to share it at any time…” somewhat shocked, she said a fit lad like him would not be wanting an old bird like me and not to be so bloody cheeky…” he grinned then said in all seriousness, “Only when you ask me aunty Maj, and not until, I wouldn’t just take you, though you do look like my mum with less of a tan and I do fancy you!” Blushing now she treated it like a joke and said, “Get off with you you`ll find a lass your own age soon, I am an old maid nowadays, and you’re a youngster and you shouldn’t joke about those sort of things!”The lad looked thoughtful then said, “I made no joke aunty, I wanted to lose my virginity with my own mum, and nearly did if dad hadn`t come home early, and so she has sent me here to finish my course, you look very alike so you’re as near as I can get to my mum…the next in line, but…as I said, you must ask me, and you will aunty, you know you will!” with that he stood and blowing her a kiss went to his bed.Astounded, she turned out Tv and light and after using the bathroom went to her own big cold bed. She was a little flattered, but a lot sad that atakum escort bayan he had said it was only as a stand in for his own mother her sister… she slept fitfully, knowing sex was a subject that would be the elephant in their room all the time he was here.At breakfast next day, as it happened a Saturday, she explained that today she would take him along to the academy, only a short walk away, show him where to go, book him in, her being at work come Monday and they would shop if there was any favourite foods, or anything he needed…”This then is what they did, returning from the jaunt late in the afternoon, by now he was happy with the route to his course, and her with a big bag of foodstuffs which he carried in a most gentlemanly fashion.Over their evening meal it was Maj who broached the subject once more, it had been bugging her all day. “last evening you said you had nearly …how did you put it…nearly lost your virginity to my sister…do you mean my sister was willing then, or what?”He smiled, then slowly he said, “and will no doubt tell her if it wasn`t her choice or moan at her if it she gave in to i****t?” his blue eyes met hers across the width of the breakfast bar and though she needed too, she just could not look away. Yes…I mean No, well…OK I promise I won`t say anything, I just well, I just want to know…was she willing!” he smiled, a self-assured smile then said, “I looked deep into her mind, like I am with you now, and instructed her to invite me, just as I have with you when we met and she went off to her bed holding my hand. She lay on her bed fully clothed and instantly slept. Sadly, just as my hand found my target, I heard fathers car and to my regret I had to quickly go…!”Her jaw hung loose, then she collected herself and said, “don’t come trying that hypnosis stuff on me, I`m too strong willed for that old rubbish.” He smiled, eyes sparkling in the low evening sunlight and he quietly said, “of course not Aunty, but you must make your own mind up if you want me to share your bed, and you must invite me yourself after work on Monday…” then he got up and cleared the plates away leaving her open mouthedThey slept in on Sunday, had brunch, and generally got themselves ready for Monday, Sunday meals tended to be dinner at about six which is what happened, unusually the full roast, she normally when on her own tended towards ready meals for one, but with a guest she had bothered and it was even followed by a sweet. Over coffee followed by the washing up both of which they shared. She asked if, “he had used his supposed powers to get anyone`s mind to do just as he wished? but he said “No that wasn’t how it worked,” they sat with yet another coffee as he explained, that “He just put into the subjects mind what he thought they wanted to hear, which releases the inner demons, those ideas that we all have in fantasy, but just to let the subject make up his or her own mind whether to do it whatever it was, or not” that way “it was the subjects own mind that was responsible rather than his” he grinned, then said “in Mums case she must subconsciously have wanted me to use her … mustn’t she?” she could see his logic but a shiver ran down her spine. He went on “Perhaps she always wanted me, I do hope so…I`ve always wanted her”He started again, “that’s why after work on Monday…” she looked at him incredulous that he could even escort atakum joke about it. “on your way buster, I`m your Aunt, not some back-street whore, I`ve not had a man since my husband, and I am old and fat, and you surely don’t find me attractive.”His answer astounded her, he thought for a second then said, “look aunty, you and my mum are identical, height, weight, shape, and all my youth I have wanted one of you, and it`s as simple as that, I have never fancied girls at school, never fingered one or tried it on with them, I wanted mum first, yes, I wanted to sleep with my mother, is that so wrong, so unusual?” “I found I could control folk, not make them do things they didn’t want to deep down, but to release the genie from the bottle, I proved it to my mates for a bet,” he smiled, “I proved it on one of our teachers, a nice woman, she had hidden away a fantasy that she wanted to go to Africa, during the holidays!” She let that slip one day so as I liked her I did my trick and she upped and went that very weekend leaving her husband behind…what I didn’t know was that she had wanted to be had be a whore as well, and she came back pregnant with an Arab c***d, rumour had it she had made a lot of money as well!” she looked at him astounded “Well don’t try it on me then,” she admonished, “not that I can get pregnant any more, but I am not interested in sex…with you or anyone!” he grinned then smiled and said “really?” The subject was dropped. and she spent the evening uneasily mulling over this strange mix of a lad with his brazen ways.After the morning rush was over on the Monday, she having dealt with the usual over weekend office crud, she was sitting over a coffee at her desk staring into space and yet again asking herself the question… What was she to do, she, a mature lady of 68 years who had been widowed now for 7, she had been through the grief stage, resigned herself to widowhood, believing she would never enjoy any males attention ever again? But did she want it, craved it, deep down, did she really want that…sex… real sex not that vibrating orgasm she had grown used to, but giving herself, giving her body to a man or this blue eyed glittery eyed monster. And if she did would it be just straight sex, or what would her hidden fantasies allow him, even beg him to do unspeakable things if she did say yes, please come share my bed…what had she to lose, she smiled, could she even contemplate giving in to him, she fantasized and day dreamed, in a world of her own. A tiny devil in her mind saying go on, give the lad a treat, who would know, let him do all the things your husband used to, all that time ago. The phone rang, snapping herself from the dream, a client making an appointment. The call dealt with reality struck, she was older, wiser, if it got out, she would lose so much. She shook her head clearing the little grey cells, she would tell him when she got home, No, no, no, she smiled at herself even thinking such crude thoughts, the phone rang again.She answered the call and the moment passed, but the question returned to nag at her all day, no she would treat it as a joke, an old maid like her, ridiculous…The underground rattled as she counted off the stations, she was determined now, if he didn’t like it he could go back to his mother, she put her key in the door, but here he was, at the top of the stairs, what should she do or say, be strong … he smiled, those eyes flashed and …and… she was as she might have predicted…putty.That look said it all, no words passed, they both knew…He held out his hand and she led him into her bedroom, silently, like a small boy going to a toyshop.