Chapter one -- The beginning
Well where do I begin, I guess to lay some background down and put you in the picture, time and place. It was the summer of 1982 and the place was seaside resort in the north east of England known as Whitby. Unlike most of my friends I had recently turned 18 years of age and to my growing concerns I was still a virgin, I'd been with a few girls and had many a kiss, fumble and a finger but not actually "Done it".
As you can imagine my hormones were in overdrive and my dick was in a constant state of erection and so masturbating 2 or 3 times a day wasn't unusual, what might be a little unusual compared to the rest of my friends was the main object of my desires and the focal point of my fantasies wasn't Sarah Curtis or Mandy Carter the local stunners but was in fact my own mother. Not only did I fantasise about my mother but I'd been spying on her now for at least 18 months and had on many occasions seen her in various stages of undress, in the bath and on a few occasions seen her totally naked and on fully glorious show.. mum was simply a beautiful goddess of sheer womanhood and her pert firm breast and dark pubic hair still cause a stir today over 30 years on, but that's another story.. literally!
This story is based around real events and involves me and my Aunty Carol, my mother's older sister. The reason these events were able to take place was that me and my younger sister Gill were staying at my aunt and uncles house by the seaside for a whole two weeks of summer fun and more than that, mum and dad weren't holidaying with us. Mum brought us up in her little Mini Clubman estate and was staying for the weekend but she was heading back home on Sunday afternoon to leave me a Gill here with Aunty Carol and Uncle Jeff. Gill and I had plans to explore and be out all day and mum and Carol were happy that we were old enough to look after ourselves, Aunty Carol would be at work all day anyway and uncle Jeff worked away all week so it was just going to be the three of us until the weekend with mum coming back on the Saturday of the end of the 2 weeks to stay over and take us home on the Sunday.
Now Aunty Carol was very similar to mum in her ways and posh mannerisms but not similar in her looks or stature, where mum is very petite with short dark hair, green eyes, slim waist and pert round breasts Aunty Carol was taller, more voluptuous and had Auburn hair, bordering on the red if you ask me but ask any woman and its Auburn; however Aunty Carol also possessed a wonderful full chest of big, heavy breasts.
Carols breasts were a fascination to me and although she didn't dress to show them off out of the house, when at home or previously visiting us at our house I got to ogle them on many occasions, which in turn led to more moments alone masturbating; to put it mildly I couldn't take my eyes off Aunt Carols breast whenever I got the chance to take a peak
On the occasion when they visited for the Christmas of 81 I found myself alone with mum and Carol and they teased me about girls and stuff and they seemed to be egging each other on to draw me out of my shell, Carol even asked if I was a bum, boobs or legs and when she said boobs she pulled her elbows in and made a huge cleavage form with her breast, I looked, mum looked and even Carol looked down before mum laughed, "Clearly a boobs man me thinks", they laughed more and I just looked longingly at such a perfect place to bury my face. That was just one of a number of "incidents" over that week where I got a good look at both women in various situations that innocently flashed cleavage and legs off
By the time the summer had come around I'd seen much more of mum around the house in various states of undress, after the first few weeks of the new year it was clear how it was only when my sisters were out of the house and we were safely alone that mum would seem to be much more relaxed with her new found state of exposure, the sexual tension was immense and I was cumming for England 2 or 3 times a day.
When mum suggested we go to Whitby for holidays I was already excited as summer time means ladies wear less cloths, and Whitby meant Aunty Carol, so Aunty Carol in less clothes was such an exciting image for me to hold and maybe I'd get to see mum in a bikini too and be with mum without dad being around, however mum had to cover for a lady at work and it was decided that she would take me and Gill up there, stay the weekend and pick us back up two weeks later.
So there we were, Saturday night in Whitby, first night of the holiday, Carol and Jeff, mum, me and Gill out for a meal at a local seaside pub called the Jolly Sailors, that holiday feeling all over us and maybe this year I'd meet a girl and have a holiday romance. Mum and Carol looked a million dollars in summer dresses, Jeff wore his cords and roll neck sweater (in summer) and I can't remember what Gill wore; then again she's my sister!. I had eyes for mature breasts and the company I was in had breasts in abundance, and to make matters worse Aunty Carol knew full well her cleavage was on show, but just giggled with mum and said something about having and flaunting whatever that meant?
By the time my Scampi and chips in a basket had arrived and mum and Carol were opening another bottle of some Liebfraumilch or something exotic sounding; I couldn't take my eyes off Carols breasts all evening and had to rearrange my pants enough times that I think I made my condition quite obvious. Every time I looked in Carols direction my look was met with a cheeky smile and a look of knowing, she knew exactly what I was coveting and did nothing to make life any easier for me.
Well by the end of the evening we all squashed back into Jeffs Ford Cortina and soon we were home, Mum and Carol the worse for wear and Jeff opening a little red barrel of some yuk tasting beer. Gill and I were sent off to bed and I lay there for the next 15 minutes masturbating with mum and Carol in my thoughts, sounds of their laughter emanating through the floorboards only enhances this particular experience and as always I projected ropes of hot white cum all over my tummy.
It was actually whilst on this holiday that led me to a sexual act that I've not really shared with others until many years later, and that was the act of masturbating with my legs raised and my hips as close to my head as possible, this meant that when I came I could just about get my cock in my mouth and could splash my cum all over my face and into my mouth. Many years later I was to enjoy the same pleasure but with another mans cock and not my own, again; that's another story.
Okay, where was I?, well Sunday was pretty quiet and soon it was time for mum to go home, we said our goodbyes and gave hugs and as mum hugged me she came in close and said "don't worry Son, Aunty Carol will take good care of you", this in itself was not a strange thing to say, but the look mum gave me and the smile that accompanied it really took me by surprise. What it meant I wasn't totally sure about, but I knew it mean something and it was a look I'd never ever seen before from mum. He extra closeness of the embrace too had something stirring down below and then she was gone. Little beige mini clubman with wooden trim spinning off down the road with a whisp of blue smoke from the exhaust following behind.
For the next few hours I thought about mum, what she had just said and maybe what she meant in her words, "take care of me" it could have meant anything, but it was the way she said it, accompanied with the whisper, the tone of her voice and the look on her face; it was a private word and not a general goodbye thing to say. This got my pulse racing and my imagination raging with horny thoughts, thoughts about the many times now I'd seen her in her underwear, the times I was able to see her in the bath as she bathed with the door slightly ajar. My mind flashed to those stored images in my virtual wank bank of mums dark pubic bush visible through see through panties and those of dark pink nipples half exposed due to a gaping dressing gown, and again it was the image of mum getting dressed very slowly as I peeked through the gap in the door that took me over the edge; another heavy load of cum was soon released.
So now its Monday morning, the sun shining bright through the curtains woke me and I trundled downstairs into the kitchen to get myself a drink and some breakfast. I was surprised when Carol appeared from the yard and was still here but she was ready for work and moments from leaving, I was bare chested and my tartan pj's did little to hide the semi hardness of my cock. Uncle Jeff had gone off till Friday so we were alone for a few minutes, this excited and scared me at the same time
"Help yourself to breakfast" Carol instructed "and I'll see you later around tea time", just before she spun away she smiled a big smile and looked down to my waist where I knew my cock was bulging
"My, My" she giggled, "It looks like somebody's happy to see me! " and with that she spun on her heals, chuckled to herself and was gone. Just like that, blatantly admired my bulging manhood, she made sure that I knew that she noticed it and then left me for a whole day to think about what just happened.
