Youth Control
By
Jay Merson
© Copyright Jay Merson 2002.
©Copyright. Jay Merson 2002. The right of Jay Merson to be identified as the author of this book has been asserted in accordance with Section 77 and 78 of the Copyrights, Designs and Patents Act 1988. Copying of this manuscript, in whole or in part, without the written permission of the author or his publisher is strictly prohibited and would constitute a breach of copyright held. All characters in this story are aged eighteen years and over.
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Chapter 1
Jason stirred sleepily as she entered the bedroom; he pulled the thick quilt more snugly around his naked shoulders and rolled over in the bed to face the door.
"Happy eighteenth birthday, Jason," Debbie said brightly and placed the cup and saucer on the bedside cabinet. She moved to the window and pulled back the curtains to flood the room with dazzling sunlight. Debbie sat, sideways on the edge of the bed and close to him.
"Thanks aunty Deborah," the youth said dreamily as he pulled himself up into a sitting position with his back resting against the wall. His broad hairless chest, muscular and well defined, rippled with the movements of his body, a fact that didn't go unnoticed by Debbie.
"All that changes today, Jason," she corrected kindly. "I'm not your true aunty as you know and today you are legally free of being my ward."
He rubbed his eyes to clear the sleep from them.
"Hadn't thought of it that way, you will always be an aunty to me though," he smiled.
She stood, posing side on to him before the long mirror fixed to the front of the wardrobe.
"Aunties are ageing and grumpy, is that how you see me Jason?"
She smoothed both hands down over her waist and hips, her long fingers spread and her red painted nails standing out in contrast to the white blouse that she wore. Her hands now rested on her hips, just above the beginnings of the pleats in her short grey skirt.
Jason picked up his cup and drank, watching his 'aunty' looking at her reflection in the mirror, his eyes never leaving her as he replaced the cup up the bedside cabinet and slipped his hands beneath the quilt.
"Never," he stated emphatically, "you're far too young to be any of that."
She turned her head to look at him, her long auburn hair flicking back and her red painted lips breaking in a great smile, "Why thank you, Jason. What a lovely thing to say."
She turned her body to face him, her look still at her refection as she posed before him. Her clitoris had hardened to an aching stiffness within its hooded covering and her nipples pulsed with thrilling excitement, "Do think I'm a little fat? I have put on a little weight of late don't you think?"