I was 19 when I started working at an iron foundry and long manual days meant sleep was my favourite pastime. I regularly needed help getting up for work the following morning. One morning, Ellen, my fathers then girlfriend woke me with a very quiet “good morning” far better than the normal “oi lazy arse get up” my father used.
Seeing her lovely face and long curly blonde hair was a great way to start my day.
Ellen and my father had been dating for a few months and she had only recently started sleeping over, her young son going to his fathers made this possible. Although she was 40 she had the attitude and figure of someone much younger and in the short time I’d known her we had become quite friendly.
Her waking me up became a more regular event over the following weeks which in itself wasn’t an issue, however waking up with morning wood and trying to keep it concealed was. I noticed Ellen seemed to stare at the shape beneath my quilt with a smile on her face and this set in motion an idea in my head.