Chapter 7
“Oh Fuck” cried Olly desperately, unable to move. “Ahhhh I see” groaned Doug realising what Olly was staring at. “Oh fuck, might be a little understated for the situation maybe,…. Mr Oliver Stanton,…. I had ‘words’ with my sister this morning and decided to come back early, something you clearly had not anticipated, I think you and I should have a word, I’ll go put the kettle on” said Doreen, matter of factly, switching on the hallway light and heading for the kitchen.
Olly and Doug scrabbled to their feet desperately tucking their cocks and balls back into their underwear, “Do you think she saw us?” groaned Olly wishfully reaching over for his Joggers and t shirt. “I think the odds of her NOT…seeing us… are pretty fucking slim Olly old mate” Doug answered with a hint of amusement in his voice, pulling on his shorts and t shirt. “ I’m coming with you Olly, I won’t let you face the old dragon alone don’t you worry” said Doug, hoping to reassure Olly.
On the kitchen table Doreen had put out 3 mugs, each with a tea bag ready for the boiling water from the kettle she was watching boil. The kettle clicked off and Doreen, picking up the kettle walked across to the waiting mugs but not before grabbing a tea towel and offering it to Olly and Doug. Olly looked at the tea towel in his hand frowning, wondering why the fuck Doreen had given him one of, HIS, fucking tea towels. Doreen poured the water and looked across at them both, gesturing wiping her face with her spare hand. Olly looked at Doug still puzzled, Doug now understood what she was getting at and grabbed the towel from Olly and began wiping his spunk splodges from Olly’s face and hair, before wiping Olly’s spunk off his own.
Doreen took off her jacket revealing her prominent bust under her blouse and sat down, gesturing them both to do the same. Olly felt awful, like being sat down in front of the headmistress for a dressing down, in his own house for fucks sake he thought, feeling his anger rising. “I must admit Olly I did wonder, but I’m not one to be pre-emptive, I leave that for the ones who think they know more than they actually do, ending up with egg on their faces, I’m sure you’ve.. COME.. across them…so to speak” said Doreen with a hint of a smile at her own little play on words. “ But your choice of underpants blowing on the line did make me wonder, very nice they are too may I add, I think Timothy at the bottom of the garden thinks so too, he’s always got his eye or binoculars on them when you’re hanging them out” Doreen added, taking a sip from her mug as Doug and Olly looked on wondering what the fuck she was going to say next. Olly was already shocked by what the supposedly prim and proper Doreen had already voiced, and ‘how in fucks name did she know the name of the lad at the end of the garden who’d given him the blow job earlier on today’ he thought.
“Now that I’m fully aware of your circumstances Oliver, I think it only fair to come clean to you and …. your friend….err…” “Doug, I’m Doug” replied Doug to Doreen’s implied question, “ Yes, Olly and Doug, about mine”
“I’m really not who you think I am, look” she pulled open her blouse to reveal a sexy bra containing her, now not so real looking false tits, followed by hoisting up her flowing summer skirt to uncover a skimpy thong, that produced a bulge that certainly wasn’t that of a lady, however big her ‘camel toe’ protrusions were. Olly and Doug watched open mouthed as she pulled aside the front of the thong, a modest cock and two hairless balls fell out.
“I expect that’s come as a bit of a surprise” chuckled Doreen, looking at the reactions of astonishment on Olly and Doug’s faces. “Well fuck me” was all Olly could muster, Doug was speechless, as they stared at Doreen’s growing surprise. Olly wondering how the fuck it had never even crossed his mind, let alone any suspicions.
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Epilogue
It turned out Doreen’s early return home had been a blessing in disguise for her and Olly. No longer did Olly have to ensure he was descent when Doreen was around, in fact he spent far more time naked in the house and garden than he did before. Doreen no longer had to ensure she was ‘made up’ before leaving her room, in fact she sometimes came down as her former self, Dorian, the fresh faced, blond fine haired chubby guy with man boobs, who enjoyed dressing as a woman. Many a time at his former library had he been, as Dorian, complimented on his figure and that he would make a nice looking buxom lady. Olly and Dorian sometimes sunbathed together, often joined by Doug, in skimpy briefs for the benefit of Tim at the bottom of the garden, both of them getting turned on as they watched Tim wanking his cock as he in turn watched them, going so far as a mutual threesome wank together, Olly discovering Doreen had no wish to rid herself of her cock and balls which gave her so much pleasure as Olly found out, when on one wanking occasion in the garden she splattered him with one almighty orgasmic ejaculation.
Doug had moved into the HMO a few doors down and became a frequent visitor to the house, enjoying horny overnight stays, now that Olly and Doreen were content with their situation. Olly and Doug were convinced she’d had Tim in her room one night, when they lay sweating and exhausted after a prolonged session of rampant, wanking, sucking and fucking, hearing squeals of delight coming from her room, whispers to be quieter, they were sure, were Tim’s dulcet tones.
Overall what had been Olly’s fantasy of a near perfect life was now a reality.
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