Alicia is a single mum, raising her daughter Wenwen since she was 18. Her daughter’s boyfriend Xavier, stirs up some forbidden desires in Alicia.

Xavier :  Hi Auntie…

Auntie.

He called me Auntie.

Ok, i’m 36, i deserved to be called Auntie especially my daughter has already turned 18.

My daughter Wenwen, has been seeing Xavier for a few months now. They got together after her 18th birthday, the same age I had been when I had her.

I hadn’t planned on becoming a mother at 18.

Hello, this is Singapore ok?

At 18, most of my peers were still in JC or Poly, the boys were getting ready for NS.

What motherhood?

Unless you have water in your brain, being a mother at 18 is not something you should ever consider.

But i did become a mother.

A one night stand with a man i don’t even know.

He came inside me, and it was like striking lottery.

Not the good kind.

The number he gave me was fake, the name was fake too. We didn’t even do it at a hotel, we did it in his car. He dropped me off and that was it.

Now, i’m 36, still young, i would say. I look good for my age, both face and figure and people are surprised that i have a 18 year old daughter. When we go out, people usually think we are sisters.

Wenwen had grown into a confident, beautiful girl, and watching her come home late or not at all, I recognized the signs. I started staying out when i was 16. BBQ at east coast, Chalets at Downtown east. Sometimes at friends’ place.

While nothing bad happened, my boyfriends then were already eagerly exploring my breast and privates. I let them, it’s just touching anyway. The furthest i went was to give them a handjob.

Sex only came after my 16th birthday. It was consensual, and even then, it was protected sex. At 16, we don’t even know what we are doing or if we are doing it properly. It was just in, out, a few times and that was it.

Then the one night stand after clubbing the day i turned 18.

9 months later, i was in KK hospital, one of the youngest mother delivering a baby.

Now that my daughter is dating, am i concerned?

Of course i’m fucking concerned.

Wenwen : Mom, this is Xavier.

Alicia : Hi Xavier…

Xavier, he was tall, broad shouldered, with darker skin than Wenwen’s. The two of them made an interesting contrast standing side by side. Wenwen is quite fair. Xavier’s face was strong featured rather than handsome, but his eyes were sharp and alert.

His body, well, they looked toned, gym fit in fact. His forearms had visible veins but not to the point it looked like he slept on a gym bench. Overall, he had that boyish cheekiness that women like. I could see why my daughter like him.

He’s good looking and humorous. Gives off the vibe of someone who will take care of you.

I had always known that being a young mother would create moments like this.

The word Auntie felt weird but i have to accept it. He can’t exactly call me Sis can he?

Alicia :  I have some housework to clear, make yourself comfortable ok…help yourself to the drinks in the fridge. Later then we head out for dinner together.

Being a Single mum, i have to do most of the things on my own. Work, laundry, ironing, housework. Wenwen help out sometime but come on la, how much help do you expect from a 18 year old in this day and age?

Xavier however, immediately offered to help.

I told him no, it was his first visit but he followed me toward the bathroom anyway.

Xavier removed his watch.

Xavier : Auntie…come i help you…i’m good with things like this.

Alicia: huh ? don’t want la, don’t be crazy…you’re guest.

I tried to block the doorway, aware that among the laundry were things I didn’t especially want a stranger handling. Aside from my daughter’s clothes, there were also mine.

He didn’t seem to understand my hesitation and he insist on helping while my daughter took a shower in the other bathroom.

Xavier : come la Auntie, it’s ok, i don’t mind one.

Alicia : No wait…

Xavier took the 2 pails of laundry and i saw him hesitate when he looked the the one belonging to me.

His eyes landed on my black lace bra sitting right on top of the pile. Beneath it, my matching black lace panties, the kind with the scalloped edges that i bought for myself last year during a Lazada sale. Not that anyone was going to see them. I just liked how they made me feel.

I felt the heat rush to my face immediately.

Shit.

My cheeks were burning. I wanted to snatch the pail away from him but that would make it even more awkward. So i just stood there trying to act casual while internally dying.

But Xavier,he wasn’t blushing.

He looked at my lingerie the way someone might look at a nice painting in a gallery. Appreciative. Calm. Like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Xavier : Wah Auntie…black lace ah… so…sexy…

I wanted the ground to swallow me whole.

Alicia : just…just…just put it down…

Xavier placed the pail down gently, then looked at me with this half smile.

Xavier : You know ah Auntie…women who wear black lace…they’re sexy. It’s a confidence thing.

He said it so matter-of-factly. Like he was commenting on the weather.

Something stirred in me. Low in my stomach, warm and unwanted.

He saw me look at the pile of folded laundry bags and he brought them over.

I honestly think i was possessed that day.

Why do i say that?

Because, if not, why would i allow my daughter’s boyfriend to help me put my undergarments into the laundry bag?

As if that was not bad enough.

Watching Xavier do it, made me…moist…really…really…moist down there.

And the weirdest thought just cross my head.

It’s been a while since i had a man.

I wonder, i just wonder.

If he likes an ‘Auntie’ like me?

Coming soon