Down in the cellar, Douglas was preoccupied with the thoughts running through his head. It had been a while since he had last been down here and over time, more boxes and items had been crammed into the small space. He had come across the box years ago and now wondered if, at some point, it had been disposed of. All of the boxes looked the same, brown cardboard with a lid and unfortunately for him, no one had taken the trouble to write on any box, what was inside them. He had no option, the only way to find it was to create a space and then restack them one by one after he had inspected their contents.
Forty minutes in and he had still not located it, Douglas beginning to wonder if this was all in vain and that the box and its contents had been destroyed. He was about to give up, disappointed, but deciding that the rewards were just not worth the effort.
And then he came across it. Lifting the lid, he glanced inside at the huge pile of "Girly" magazines that it contained, at least a couple of hundred, excited to have found them after all his effort. It didn't take him long, carrying an armful at a time, he took them up to his bedroom and piled them in the bottom of his wardrobe.
The house was empty, his family dispersed around town with it being a Saturday morning which was why Douglas had taken the opportunity to go rooting in the cellar on the off chance. Why had he gone looking now, the magazines had been there for a good while, at least several years? Something had happened a couple of weeks previously and suddenly he couldn't get certain thoughts out of his head.
His mother had been taking her bath and once finished, she had called down to him and asked for a brew. He had got up from lounging on the couch and had made her a cup of tea, carrying it carefully upstairs to her bedroom. When he entered, his mother had been dressed only in a large towel which was wrapped around her torso and a smaller one wrapped around her hair as she withdrew brushes and hairdryer from her dressing table drawer.
Having tossed the implements onto her bed, she turned and reached out for the cup and saucer and that was when it happened. Whether it was her swivelling motion or the act of raising her arm for her drink they would never know, but suddenly the towel covering her body was gone as it slid downwards to the floor.
Douglas stared at his mother's naked body, everything she had to offer was on show. It must only have been seconds before she retrieved the towel and covered herself, but in those seconds, Douglas noticed her still reasonably pert tits with their dark centres, her slightly rounded belly with its caesarean scar and the soft-looking downy hair which covered her pubic mound. As she bent to retrieve the towel, he also caught a momentary glance of her protruding pussy lips.
As his face coloured, his boner was instantaneous, the cup and saucer in his hand starting to chatter as his arm shook. Whether she had noticed the bulge in his pants, he had no idea, her face was the same colour as his own as she took the cup from him and apologised before he scuttled from her room.
Ensconced in his bedroom, he wanted to masturbate, but after what had just happened and with his mother still upstairs, the thought that she may come to his room to apologise again stopped him. Laid on his bed, he closed his eyes, the image of her nakedness still fresh and firmly imprinted on his brain and the throbbing of his penis persistent.
He didn't get a chance during the day, his mother constantly up and down the stairs, much to his disappointment, as she cleaned and hoovered. But that night, when everyone was in bed and the house was quiet, he pushed his covers back and gently stroked his cock as it expanded and stuck up from his belly. The feeling was exquisite as he closed his eyes and saw the vision of his naked mother once more. He imagined touching her titties, his mum purring as he played with her teats. It wasn't his hand wrapped around his cock; it was hers, as she wanked him off. When she invited him to touch her pussy the dam burst, cum spurting from his cock over his belly and dribbling down his hand.
His ejaculation had been so seismic that he couldn't rid himself of the thoughts he began having about her. To Douglas, it didn't matter that he was her son, presently all he could think about was having sex with his mum.
It wasn't that he'd had sex previously, despite having just turned eighteen, he was ashamed to admit that he was still a virgin and perhaps that was the reason why recently he had begun to notice his twin sister. Before his very eyes, she had blossomed from a gawky schoolgirl into an attractive teenager. There was a time a few years ago when he and his friends wouldn't have been seen dead in the company of girls, but now the female form seemed to hold some sort of hypnotic attraction.
His sister Adele was a case in point, go back a few years and she was the target of his teasing and pranks, her opinions ignored and discarded. But suddenly and without him realising, she had begun to change. In her short skirts, her legs had become enticing, the two small bumps on her chest seemed to increase in size month on month and the briefest glimpse of her panties pulled tight against her slit had him hot under the collar.
With the magazines now safely stowed in the bottom of his wardrobe, his thoughts turned to where he could hide them more securely. His mother was always hanging his clothes in there and she would quickly spot them so they couldn't stay in there for long. As he lay on his bed trying to think of a safe hiding place, his eyes alighted on the square loft hatch in the corner of his bedroom.
Pulling his chair beneath it, he could just about reach the hatch and open it and then get a hand to the folding ladder inside. Climbing the steps, he poked his head into the darkness above, he knew there was a light bulb up there, he'd seen his father use it, but for the life of him couldn't presently see the switch.
When at last he did locate it and turn it on, he was delighted to find the space empty. Not knowing how much time he would have, he raced back down to the cellar and retrieved the now empty box, carrying it up to his room and then up into the loft. Placing it to one side of the ladder, it took several trips to move the magazines to their new home as he popped the lid back on top, turned off the light and pushed the ladder back up into the hole before closing the hatch.
Douglas was pleased with himself. He'd place the box on its side so that stood on his chair he would be able to open the hatch, reach in and extract magazines to replace the few that he had kept down and placed beneath his mattress.
Over the next month, he started to work his way through them. The first few he had kept down held his attention for several weeks, the women beneath their covers must have been in their mid to late twenties. Big tits, little tits, saggy tits, all were there for him to browse, but the one thing he did notice and especially after having seen his mother naked, none of them showed pubic hair or the sight of a slit.
He hit gold on the third change, this time the magazines showed older women, thirties, forties and older, not only that but they showed everything, hairy and shaved, fannies held open so that he could see the glistening innards. And to cap it all, there were a couple of pages of women with a man, his cock buried deep in their pussy's, up their arses, or in their mouths.
Douglas seemed to spend each night wanking as he leafed through the pages, and then he came across a woman whose body looked very similar to his mother's. He lost count of how many times he masturbated to her, imagining it was his mum spreading her delights. He was even thinking of trying to find a photograph of her, cutting her head out and sticking it over the model's face.
And then the unexpected happened. He'd forgotten to lock his door one afternoon, immersed in one of the magazines when suddenly it opened, and his sister Adele walked in. He'd tried to hide the magazine immediately, but his guilty look and the prominent bulge in his pants attracted her attention.
'What you reading?' she asked.
'Nothing,' Douglas replied, his face colouring.
'Show me,' Adele insisted, making it plain that she wasn't going to budge until he did.
'You've got to promise not to say anything,' Douglas demanded, waiting until she promised before producing the magazine.
