My names Claire and I've just turned nineteen years of age. I live with my mother in a small village in Derbyshire, England. My mum has encouraged me to write to Literotica and this is something that happened just over six months ago.
It was a Friday night and my mum Jackie had invited her boyfriend Peter over for a meal. My mum had been going out with him for about six weeks. I had never met him as he'd not been to our house before. Mum had been to his place a few times and had stopped over on a couple of occasions. My father had died when I was fifteen and mum had only recently started going out on her own and with friends, previously spending all her time at home with me. She is thirty eight years old and Peter is forty two.
Peter arrived about seven-thirty and we spent a little time in the lounge having nibbles and a glass of wine. He struck me as a quite attractive man with a good sense of humour and he made us both laugh. We went through to the dinning room to eat about eight o'clock and enjoyed a wonderful three course meal; my mum is an excellent cook. We also consumed a little more wine. We returned to the lounge for coffee and continued our chatting.
"I thought you'd have been out with your boyfriend tonight, it being Friday," Peter commented in my direction. I had no time to reply as my mother chirped up.
"She hasn't got a boyfriend."
"I can't believe that," said Peter. "A good looking young girl like you, I'd have thought the boys would be cueing up to take you out."
"I've tried to encourage her but she doesn't seem interested," mum continued. "It's only a small village and there are not many boys of her age about."
"What about at school?"
"That's no good she'd rather stay in and concentrate on her school work. I think she didn't like the idea of leaving me on my own after her dad died and has never established a circle of friends. It does worry me a little because next year she's off to university and socialising is an important part of college life. She also has the opinion that she is not very attractive."
"Well if I was years younger I wouldn't let her pass without showing interest. I hope you won't be offended but I think you are very good looking. You've got a very pretty face and a terrific figure."
"Thank you Peter thats very kind of you and backs up what I have been telling her. Claire has the idea that her nose and mouth are too big and her boobs too small and she's not happy with her bum."
"Mum you don't have to go embarrassing me in front of Peter," I giggled nervously. In hindsight I think the alcohol was beginning to have a loosening effect on all of us.
"You shouldn't be embarrassed your face is lovely and it's well proportioned with beautiful bone structure. You also need to realise that it's by no means all men who are interested in big boobs and in my opinion yours are a perfect size. As for your bum it's a perfect shape."
"Claire I'd say Peter fancies you," mum said teasingly.
"Don't be silly I replied."
"Hang on a minute," mum said as she got up and went over to the sideboard. She rummaged in the drawer and eventually returned to sit next to Peter on the settee. "Look at these," she said opening a red and yellow photograph envelope. "They were taken in Greece during the summer."
"The weather looks good, the lights fantastic such blue skies and both your tans!"
"Yes it was a good holiday."
"There, you see I was right Claire's boobs are perfect." I realised that Peter was looking at topless pictures of mum and me. I felt quite self conscious but also a little thrilled by his comments. The pictures had been taken at our private pool. "Claire your bum looks a real peach in that thong."
"She was only like that at our villa. When I persuaded her to join me at the beach she insisted on wearing an all in one bathing suit."
"You spoil sport. No treat for the boys then?"
"No!" I replied.
"Your lucky Peter, you've seen her with less clothes than any man has since her dad used to bath her as a toddler."
"I feel lucky and the photos show off your other assets Claire, those lovely long legs. One can only imagine where they finish."
I knew the wine was now influencing mum because she was talking like I'd never heard her in 'public' before.
"You really are having an effect on Peter you've now got him guessing what's between your legs."
"Mum!" I exclaimed embarrassed again.
"Claire mums right I am imagining and with the photos I've just seen and having already seen what your mums got it's not hard to picture."
"We shouldn't tease her. She's not had any experience. She's not even really kissed a boy."
"I don't think it's a boy she needs, she'd be better off having an older man to tutor her."
"Am I understanding what you're suggesting?" mum queried.
