At some point as teenagers or our early entry into adulthood, most of us experience relatives embarrassing us by regaling tales of our childhood. The story of when you decided to go streaking at the age of three. You remember, the exact time when your mother was having the new preacher's wife over for a tea party? How about the time you took your mother's vibrator to school for show and tale? They may even have pictures of your cute little bare butt running around the Christmas tree. If your parents are of the open sort, the pic may even be full frontal with your little tally-whacker flapping in the breeze.
Was my current situation just as normal? I was certainly more than a bit embarrassed. But if it was simply embarrassment, why was my cock getting so fucking hard? Sitting in the hot tub of a beach bungalow in Mexico, my mother was telling my lovely new wife about my childhood.
Just the day prior my wife, Carla, had met my parents for the first time. They had got to see all of her stepping from the shower. She apparently was not expecting an audience, especially my parents. She certainly seemed to be recovering from her embarrassment. My parents were putting her at ease as we all sat in the warm soothing waters, in all our glory, listening to R rated stories about little Tommy (me). Looking back, I know my parents were trying to help my wife to relax and forget about her awkward introduction. However, I also think that they got into the moment as the humorous tales crossed into erotic.
My mother's stories often brought back memories that I had long forgotten. Memories of bathing with my mother or my older sister were shared. Mom talked of how she would set up an assembly line when my cousins would come to visit. My sister and I along with our three cousins would be stripped and gathered into the bathroom naked by my aunt. My mother would climb into the bath, one be one each of us would join her for our bath. We would then be dried and set free to run around the house naked until bedtime.
I added my remembrances to each of the stories as well. Until this point, mom had not been aware that this time of running around prior to bed was a time for us cousins to explore each other and play doctor. Other games included Jeff, the cousin who was my age and the only other boy, would always try to touch mom's breasts while in the bath. He would tell me ahead of time what his plan was and challenge me to do so also.
"Yes, the horny little shit." Was Mom's response, she knew of his plan and would foil it each time. She would also compound his frustration, making sure that he saw me touch her breasts. She went on to recount how my Cousins were not allowed to be nude in their own home. Apparently our house was a place of experimentation for them.
Mom thought it was partially due to her Sister, my Aunt, having a crush on my Dad. Mother would tease her about my little cock being significantly bigger than her Son's. The point of the tease would be when Mom would describe Dad's cock in detail suggesting it was inherited.
Mom's entertaining of Carla continued story after story. I must have really been a horny kid. She heard about the time that I accidently walked in on them making love. She also heard about the time that I snuck out of the house, naked, to look through their window hoping to catch Mom undressing or bathing. While Mom was undressing, Dad went into my room and closed the window. I had to knock on the door, while completely naked, to be let back in.
As the stories continued on, Carla especially found amusing the time that I crashed my bike into the garage wall, racking myself in the process. Running into the house crying, I pulled my pants down demanding that Mom kiss it to make it better.
