Horny Little Women Pt8

As the jet touched down on Luzon Island, bringing Matthew Ryder ‘home’ to the Philippines, he resolved to look upon what had happened in England as a holiday romance. Yes, it was great while it lasted, but there was no future in it, was there? He had to get on with living the rest of his life to the full, to look forward and not back…didn’t he?

Yet barely an hour later, as he sat alone in the lounge of the sumptuous apartment in the middle of Manila’s Makati financial district, the lonesome teenager couldn’t help but reflect upon a week that had changed his life. Sighing wistfully, he yearned for his mother’s voluptuous bosom, coverted Meg’s beautiful mouth, craved Jo’s exquisite pussy, longed to stroked Beth’s delicious coffee-coloured legs and arse and was desperate to hear Amy’s delightful giggle again. Oh how he missed them all so much, and he’d only been gone a day.

To occupy his mind, Matthew embarked upon the seemingly onerous task of wading through the scores of condolence cards that had accumulated in the pigeonhole in his absence. Yet in less than half an hour the job was done. Taking hold of the address book, he set about contacting those that might still not have heard the news of his father’s surprise passing. Yet that only put paid to another hour and all too soon he was twiddling his thumbs idly.

Thus the phone call that came just before nightfall was a godsend. It was his father’s lawyer, Tino Sala, inviting him out to dinner. A limousine would be there at eight o’clock sharp to collect him,Tino imparted. After minimal thought, Matthew consented, if only to leave behind the claustrophobic concrete confines of the apartment for a short while.

The car took him through the thronging city, abuzz with insect-like activity, to the more laid-back surrounds of Manila Bay. With its azure blue boundaries, florid scenery and a picture postcard beauty that, he strove to convince himself, surpassed anything England had to offer, a visitor could easily fall in love with the place. In fact it had everything an upwardly mobile young man could wish for – but his family.

A short stroll down the jetty took him to the floating restaurant in the harbour where Manila’s top movers and shakers habitually gathered. Having secured the best table, one that afforded an unrestricted view of the entire vessel, Tino rose in greeting. The lawyer offered grave condolences and a firm handshake, enquiring how Matthew was bearing up. He was lonesome, he conceded, though not on account of his father.

Immediately, a waiter materialised with a frosted glass to be quickly filed with a chiled bottle of San Miguel. The night balmy and humid, Matthew supped gratefully whilst perusing the menu. Despite the heat, he chose a starter of nilagang soup, with Tino electing to join him. For the main course, Tino plumped for crispy pata, a dish of deep fried pork knuckle. Patting his midriff a little guiltily in its wake the lawyer dabbed at the sides of his mouth with a napkin. Matthew stuck to his favourite Filipino dish, alimango, a steamed crab delicacy that was far more figure-conscious. Accompanied naturally by enough fried rice to feed the whole boat, Matthew leaned back in the chair bloated.

The formalities dealt with, Tino wasted no time in getting down to business. “Well Matthew, you soon be a very rich young man.”

Matthew issued a sombre smile.

“You come see me in office next week and we go through details, yah?”

Matthew agreed, taking another bottle of beer, his head beginning to swim pleasantly.

“So,” continued Tino, his eyes sparkling, “we go on somewhere yah? You want fun? Lapdancers tonight, yes Matthew?” the lawyer offered with a nudge-nudge-wink-wink expression.

Matthew smiled inwardly. After the week that had just surpassed, spent in the company of some of the most delicious women Matthew could imagine, a lapdance would be like eating hamburger after becoming accustomed to caviar. Sensing Matthew’s lack of interest, Tino changed tack. “Or you want more, huh? I know nice Asian-American girl take care all your needs.”

Matthew forced a smile. If nothing else, the situation he was in certainly made him think. Putting matters into perspective for a moment, he was a soon-to-be millionaire bachelor soon to be eighteen with filmstar good looks and a lifeguard’s physique. He could have his pick of every eligible girl on the island. Yet, despite a newfound enthusiasm for sex and forever feeling as horny as hell, tactfully he declined, citing tiredness from the long flight. Taking care of the bill, Tino wished him well and reminded him of their meeting the following week.

Unbeknown to the lawyer, there was an ulterior motive behind Matthew’s declining, a method to his madness. Indeed, during the stop-start limousine journey back to the apartment, his cock jerked at the very prospect of what lie in store. The young man’s mind wandered back to the incredible events that preceded his departure from England.

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Worn out from Amy’s party, Matthew had fallen into a deep long sleep. Snoozing contentedly among the crisp covers of his mother’s bed, she cradled him like the long lost baby he was. Rousing some two to three hours later with the first sprinkling of dawn pressing the curtains, glancing down he saw his mother’s hand draped across his chest as they lay in the spoons position, her soft breasts cushioning his spine.

Matthew’s awakening proved a catalyst. Slowly Hannah’s hand animated, producing gentle, loving strokes, teasing the downy hairs on a well-defined chest. Matthew sighed contentedly as his nipples were palmed and her breath quickened markedly, warming the nape of his neck. Adjusting, she pushed her pussy forward to brush a buttock whilst continuing to caress purposefully. The stirrings deep in his groin caused Matthew’s breath to race too, cock inflating to nudge up from between his thighs.

In a stealthy manner, Hannah’s hand moved lower, rubbing her son’s belly in a circular motion as she pressed tight and administered a featherlight kiss behind the ear. Her lips moved inside to brush her son’s neck. At the same time the roving hand lowered further until her wrist brushed the blunt head of a penis that was almost fully-erect by that point. Under the unerring attention, within seconds it was as stiff as Matthew could remember, so hard it was painful.

Exhaling lustfully at its rigidity, Hannah took a firm grip of the shaft, wrapping her fingers around expertly and gently easing back the foreskin. The motion took Matthew’s breath away and he groaned lusily. As she caressed lovingly her thumb elevated to encircle the bulbous head. Matthew exhaled his pleasure, eyes shut tight as his body experienced wave upon wave of pleasure from the merest squeeze of her palm. His cock end tingled, a single teardrop of precum oozing from the eye.

Issuing a gleeful purr, Hannah reached to scoop up the dollop with her index finger. Raising the sticky fingertip to her lips she sucked it clean, the taste lingering on her tongue. As she pressed forward and her pussy made contact with a buttock once more, a dab of moistness rubbed the flesh.

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“Mr Ryder, sir…Mr Ryder…you’re home.”

Matthew looked up, distracted from his revelry by the driver craning around, the limousine stationary in front of the security gates at the apartment complex. Reaching into his pocket he gave the driver a 500-peso tip, the generous gesture met with a heartfelt thank you. Shifting to conceal the rather obvious erection, Matthew strode away. He could barely wait to get inside the apartment and continue the reminiscence, salivating at the mouth.

Hurrying from room to room he drew all the curtains, dimmed the lights and swapped the suit worn to dinner for a baggy sports top and jogger bottoms. Never before in his entire life had he looked forward to masturbating with quite so much relish. Though he did have something to aid the process, relieved they hadn’t challenged him at customs. It might have taken some explaining. Taking the silver disc from its case he slipped it into the DVD player, settling down to view his leaving present from the girls.

“Hi Matthew,” resonated Amy’s voice from the TV, the picture revealing his youngest sister’s pretty face. “Are you missing us already? I hope you are, in a nice way, of course,” she added with a beguiling smile.

“Yes,” he replied croakily to the screen, all these thousands of miles away.

Reaching out instinctively to touch her golden hair, he felt only static on the cold screen, behind which Amy was incarcerated. The lens lowered to her breasts, hovering on them. Playfully she lifted the t-shirt to reveal the three piercings that had symbolised her journey from girl to woman whilst in his presence. Matthew sighed deeply. “I love you, Amy,” he mouthed to the screen.

She made no reply.

Next up was Meg waving excitedly at the screen. “Hello little bro, hope you arrived home safely,” the eldest sister announced, tears immediately welling up in her hazel eyes.

Matthew felt it too, gulping back a lump in his throat the size of a golf ball.

“Remember these?” she smiled, pursing her lips into a fishlike expression.

“Oh God yes,” Matthew replied dolefully.

Jo came on next, clearly putting on a brave face. Her message was more sombre. “Thank you, Matthew. Thank you for brightening up our lives. I love you baby brother.”

She had to move out of sight before she bawled out her eyes. Matthew sniffed away his own despair, struggling too to temper his emotions. “Love you too, Jo,” he whispered back.

Beth was the last of the girls to appear on the screen. She was stark naked on the bed, brown flesh accentuated against the white duvet upon which she lay. “This is how I want you to remember me,” she stated with a confident smile, parting her legs to reveal the trimmed black bush.

“Oh I will,” he mouthed at the telly as she ran her hands up and down her body seductively.

Finally it was his mother’s turn. She too had tears in her eyes. “Love you, Matthew, hope you’ll come visit soon, ” was all she could manage before the tears came. “Now enjoy the rest of your going-away present.”

“Oh I will mum, I will.”

Matthew was wracked with mixed feelings. On the one hand he was sad at the poignant messages and the extreme distance from his sisters and mother. On the other hand he was filled with anticipation for what was to come, mind wandering back to his mother’s bed on that awesome final night.

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Lying on his back, staring up dreamily, Hannah’s skilled fingers continued to work the thick shaft beneath the sheets.