All people having sexual activity in this story are eighteen and over.
Foreword
This is a story of an eighteen-year-old young man. He's incredibly well endowed. He has been dealing in Antiques since he was twelve. His grandfather financed him in his early years. His grandfather died three years ago.
Barry, the young man, had been working with the local auction house for the last four years. The auction house is owned by Peter and Sally Grant. Barry had worked closely with Sally, especially when four years ago they took their auctions online. Barry's knowledge of computers had allowed them to do this.
Barry was in his final year of school. With references from Sally and Peter, he'd approached one of the major London auction houses. If Barry attained the suitable grades in his final exams, the major London auction house would accept him for training as an auctioneer. His mum and gran were not that happy with this, as his mother ran the family property development company. They had suggested that Barry studied law then join their firm.
Barry had told them he didn't need a law degree to run the family company. Barry still wanted to deal with antiques. He told them he could make a good living from antiques. He was still at school with grandfather's initial funding. Barry now had thirty thousand pounds of stock at purchase prices and over a hundred thousand pounds in the bank.
This impressed mum and gran as Barry was only dealing in small items, like high-class watches and jewellery, occasional paintings but never furniture or anything large as he had nowhere to store this type of goods.
Barry's mum, Babs, had done an amazing development in the harbour area of the town they lived in. Ten years ago, it was a busy port, but now fishing boats and private leisure craft mainly use it. Mum had developed three blocks of apartments with thirteen apartments in each block. Barry, gran and mum lived in the penthouse of one of the blocks.
Many thanks to MLJ for the wonderful suggestion that in real-life incest between a mother and son, it is the mother who guides the progression of sexual interaction, and this consensual leadership is key to the consensual incest that follows. In this story it is gran who controls the sexual interaction with her well-endowed grandson. It didn't take long before Barry was flirting with his busty mum.
Present day.
It was early January. I had my eighteenth birthday, which I was trying to play down. I wasn't dating anyone. Mum and gran invited me out for dinner at the best hotel in the area. It was the first time I legally drank wine in public. When I was seventeen, I had drunk wine with gran and mum in the apartment. They both enjoyed excellent wine, and this gave me knowledge of wine, which we occasionally had for auction.
The next day I went to Sally's house as we were cataloguing an auction. We stored everything on cloud so both of us could work on it individually or together like today when we were checking all the lots. Peter was in London at a boat show. Peter was an avid sailor who owned a beautiful yacht which I'd sailed with him several times. With the weather we had Sally, who didn't enjoy sailing at all, said, "Sailing in this area is like standing under a shower and ripping up twenty-pound notes."
As I rang the doorbell at Sally's house, I'd no idea how this day would turn out or how it was going to change my life. Sally opened the door, she's a tall, voluptuous woman around fifty, Peter is sixteen years older than her. Peter should have retired a couple of years ago, but had kept going as he had sold his old auction house to a developer. It wasn't mum as she didn't like the property.
Peter had bought cheaply an old church and church hall in the main street of the Town. It had pedestrian access from the main street. In the rear area of the church, there was a vast car park, which was ideal for lorries and vans to deliver their goods to the auction. I was thirteen when this happened. I helped them transfer all the things from the old auction house to the new.
Sally was standing in the hallway wearing a mid-thigh miniskirt, four-inch heels, self-supporting silk stockings and a top which defined her massive tits perfectly. I had never once thought of Sally sexually; I was still a virgin, to be honest Sally looked stunning with her bright red gloss lipstick. She took me in her arms as she pulled me close and said, "Happy Birthday Barry, you're eighteen now, you've been jail bait for me for years. I've a bottle of Champagne chilled in the lounge. Let's go in there and celebrate first."
I'd French Kissed twice in my life. When our lips met, I couldn't believe how good her kisses were. There was so much passion in them. I could feel my cock stiffen as Sally pushed her pussy against my monster cock. I couldn't believe it when I felt Sally's hand stroking and squeezing my cock, "Barry, you've got a big boy there. I've never felt a cock as big in my life. I've felt quite a few. Let's go into the lounge as I want to relax you for your birthday."
Sally had everything prepared. There was a tray on an antique coffee table with a bottle of Champagne in a wine cooler along with two glasses, "Barry, please open it for us. We won't do any work today, as I want to unwind with you."
As I opened the Champagne, I wondered what she meant by relax. My cock was stiffening as she pushed her massive tits out at me, I was sure they were DDs but my knowledge of tit sizes was not so good. We clinked glasses, "Happy Birthday, darling. I'm so happy you're with me today. I put on a miniskirt for you, would you like me to wear sexy clothes for you?"
"Sally, you look stunning. I've never thought of you sexually, but you make my cock so hard. How can we unwind when you're married to Peter?"
"Barry, we're married in name only. We have separate bedrooms in the house. It's been like this for six years now. He spends more time on his fucking boat than he spends with me. You know how hard I work in the auction house. He's hardly there. The last time we spoke all he wanted to tell me about was the new fucking navigation system he'd got for his fucking boat, can I give you another birthday kiss?"
"Sally, of course you can, you're so sexy when you use the F word. I like that."
