Part 1. The secret is revealed.
Although Johnny was a distant cousin of mine, we lived quite close to each other, even in the same class year at school, we didn't bother with each other much. He often kept himself to himself. He was actually a bit of a loner. Our mothers were both divorced. In fact, my mother Jane, and his mother Kathy, socialised with each other far more.
Every Wednesday evening during the long warm summer months, they would meet with a group of other women at the Big House.
The Big House has it is known, was a former coal mine owners house. It was set well back from the road passing it, and surrounded by a very high wall. The house itself, was built on the side of a mountain that gave it a view over the coal mine, and across the valley. The coal mine had long since closed, and the house had been sold by the family when the old coal mine owner passed away. It was now owned by a business woman. She had quite a number of business interests, but preferred the company of ordinary working class women.
The rear garden, besides being surrounded by a high wall, had pine trees growing on both sides of the wall. There was no rear access in this wall, or any public access to the ground behind the garden wall. It became known has The Secret Garden.
The only building in the ground of this house was the old lodge house. That was where my cousin Johnny and his mother Kathy lived.
We were both in the last year of school, and although the subjects we were studying in school were not entirely the same, for some subjects we were in the same class. This was when I became aware of Johnny looking at me with a smirk on his face.
After the lesson, it was during lunch time, he actually came onto me.
"Aunt Jane, sorry, your mum..."
I cut in, "What's up?" I questioned him, with a blank look.
"She's beautiful. Is she ok? Was she alright this morning?" He questioned with a smile on his face.
I looked at him although he was stupid. Before I could say anything, Johnny again questioned.
"Last night. When your mum arrived home, who was with her? My mum and Sally. Yes?"
I looked at him has if there was something wrong with HIM. "Yes. She said she was feeling ill. She went to the bathroom, then when she was ready, she went to bed."
"But she was at the weekly meeting, wasn't she?" Johnny questioned me, still with a smirk on his face.
"Yes." I replied, looking confused. I could now see a grin developing on his face.
"But, do you know about the games they play at the meeting?" Johnny was almost laughing has he asked me.
I was now getting more and more confused. "What games? They just go for a social meeting. You know, coffee, wine, sandwiches, cake." I was now looking at him stupid.
Johnny suddenly looked at me a bit more serious. "Last year it was like that. But this year, they started to play games. Last night, when your mum came home, what was she like?"
His question seemed strange. "Well, she looked a little hot, like her temperature was up. Why? Did something happen?" I looked at him. I felt worried.
"Blimey!" Johnny suddenly exclaimed. "Did she, or did she not seem flustered?" He looked in disbelief.
"Come to think of it, she did. Also, come to think of it, she seemed to look like she was shaking a bit." I was now feeling more confused then ever. "Did she have a little too much to drink? Or did she eat something that didn't agree with her?" I looked at Johnny waiting for an answer.
"You really don't know. Do you?" Johnny started to smile at me.
"Is this some kind of joke, or a wind up?" I questioned him, in a fed up way.
"Ok, Ill tell you." Johnny looked at me in a more serious way. " I've watched them when they have the meeting.."
"How can you? Nobody can see the garden. You live in the old Lodge House. They erected a wall giving YOU a small garden that effectively cut you off from her garden. Besides, there's high pine trees growing there, so you can't even see into the garden from you bedroom windows." I interrupted him.
"Listen!" Johnny sharply replied. "In the old outhouse where we use to keep the rubbish bins and my bike, there is a door leading into the garden. She who owns the house, has never used it. There's all bushes amongst the trees growing behind it. Anyway, back last year, I found a key for the back door. I can actually hide in the bushes and see what is going on. If I keep low, and wear dark clothing, they've so far not seen me." Johnny grinned at me.
"So what's going on?" I questioned Johnny again. This time in a more puzzled tone of voice.
Johnny looked at me with a grin on his face. "Ok. But don't go up in the air."
"Ok." I replied.
"Your mum had a tit fight with that Indian woman, Saleena." Johnny blurted out.
My mind suddenly went blank, then into overdrive with my imagination. "You watched it all?" I couldn't say anything else. It was now adding up. Mum looked flustered when she came in. The way aunt Kathy had sked her if she was alright. So quick from the bathroom to her bedroom.
"Yes!" Johnny said with some excitement, he then just looked at me.
I could see the expression on his face that it must have been really exciting for him. "Go on, what happened?" I asked, feeling some sort of excitement myself.
"It was brilliant. Your mum, your mum..." Johnny tailed off in deep thought.
"Go on." I told him.
"It's been going on since the meetings started again this summer." Johnny replied. "The first time, it started off has a joke. Two of them jokingly wrestled. The rest of the women thought it was great. One of them got her top torn that first time. A pure accident. The second time, the two who decided to wrestle, decided to wear nothing but their bra and knickers. Anyway, it sort of evolved from there. They now have competitions each week. Generally, it was pick a playing card, the two with the lowest cards would wrestle each other.
I don't know how it came about, but it was suggested there would be a tit fight this week. They've agreed the winner would also stand against somebody next week for another tit fight. Whoever wins will stand the following week, and so on.
This week was the first week of the competition. Your mum and Saleena drew the lowest cards."
I myself now felt excited. "Go on, what happened then?" I really wanted to know. "Were they topless?"
"They went down to their bra and knickers. I think they were going to tit fight with their bras on, but there were calls from the others to take their bras off." Johnny suddenly stopped.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
"Nothing." Johnny said calmly. "Saleena was a little slow with her bra coming off, but your mum.... her bra was off has quick has she could. There was no hesitation. They then stood facing each other giggling." Again, Johnny suddenly stopped. This time in deep thought.
"Go on! What happened then?" My excitement was now rising rapidly.
"They just stood there facing each other for a minute or so, giggling at each other." Johnny again stopped, closed his eyes, then, "Saleena is beautiful, but your mum is even more beautiful. Oh, your mum."
"Well? What happened?!!" I rose my voice slightly.
Johnny suddenly snapped out of his dream. "They just nodded at each other, whilst still giggling, then pressed their tits against each other. They then stopped pressing against each other, and then started the actual tit fight.
At first, they just slightly hit their tits together from side to side, whilst continuing to giggle. They kept doing it for a couple of minutes. Saleena then started to hit her tits against your mum's tits a little harder. Your mum then followed.
This they then done for several minutes.
The giggling had now subsided has they started to hit their tits against each other even harder. I could actually hear their tits slapping against each other by now.
Your mum then really started to swing her tits against Saleena's. I could hear Saleena squeal. Your mum also started to squeal when Saleena hit her tits against hers."
I looked at Johnny, I was speechless.
"Then," Johnny continued, "your mum went against Saleena, her arms around her pressing her tits against Saleena's has hard has she could. Saleena retaliated in the same way.
They let each other go when they both squealed out.
The tit fight started again. This time far more intense and the tit hitting was even harder. Both of them were squealing with each hit.
The rest of the women were giving them encouragement. They seemed excited.
Again they grabbed hold of each other. This time it was simultaneously. Both pressing their tits together has hard has possible, with both their arms around each other.
Saleena squealed out and let her arms drop from around your mum. Your mum then released Saleena.
Your mum then said to Saleena, "You've had enough?" Saleena said "No, we'll carry on.""
I looked at Johnny. "What happened then?"
Johnny smiled. "They went at each other again. Really harder this time. I could hear their tits slapping against each other. The squealing started almost straight away. Your mum's tits were red. Saleena's looked darker, but she has brown skin.
Anyway, after a couple of minutes, they were both breathing quite heavy. The squeals were much louder. But they must have been getting tired, they were beginning to slow down. Then, without warning, Saleena just turned away, and breathlessly, "I give up." Your mum then held her own tits with her hands."
"Was Saleena crying?" I asked Johnny.
"No. But I don't think she was far from it. Nor was your mum for that matter. Saleena sat down with her arms covering her tits. Your mum also sat down, but left her tits totally exposed. They both stayed like that for the next five minutes. Saleena made the first move to get dressed. followed by your mum." Replied Johnny.
I was now in deep thought.
Several minutes of silence followed, before I asked, "Can I watch with you the next one?"
"Yes, of course. But remember to wear something dark, you'll have to keep totally silent to." Johnny answered with a grin. "Remember, it will be your mum and somebody else next week."
To be continued.....
