I was fourteen when my parents left England to live in Hong Kong. To finish my education I went to stay with my aunt and uncle who lived in a large old house outside a small village between Oxford and Banbury. It felt like the end of the world. The village was boring and my Aunt Katharine was typical of the women who lived there; she didn’t work but had her nose in numerous village committees. Aunt Katherine was my mother’s older sister, but unlike my mother she was very strict with me, always nagging me about my homework or jobs I had to do around the house. She never seemed to enjoy anything she did; nothing was ever easy or pleasant with her. My Uncle Jack though was quite relaxed but he was seldom at home for long, probably because of her. Often he wouldn’t get home until late at night and sometimes stayed away for several days at a time. They were both in their early fifties and their kids had already left home, so it was just them and me. Neither of them had much time for me and unless Aunt Katharine was nagging about something she pretty much left me to my own devices.
The Easter holidays finally came around so at last I had some free time. The house was several miles from the village so I hitched a ride with Aunt Katharine as she had to visit the vicar on business. I was hanging around the dismal village shops when a friend from school showed up. He reckoned that we should catch a bus to the nearest town as the village was so dull. I wanted to go but knew I would have to okay it with Aunt first. The next bus was in about ten minutes so I ran back to the vicarage where my Aunt had dropped me off and ran round the back, as I usually did, to tell her I wanted to go. It was a pleasant day and I thought they’d be in the garden but they weren’t so I went looking for them in the vicar’s big oak panelled study but the house appeared deserted.
“Come on mom we’re going to be late!” Dan was trying not to yell, but if they ran much later his reservations might be given away. After all, the good restaurants were always packed on Mother’s Day. “Mom, please...”
His words were cut short by the sight of his mother appearing from the top of the steps. A smile crossed Dan’s face seeing how lovely she looked. Just as beautiful as a mother could possibly look in her child’s eyes. This was one of the rare times Dan had seen his mother let down her gorgeous amber brown hair, though even the beauty of her hair couldn’t compare with her glowing green eyes. They sparkled like the brightest of emeralds, full of life, love, and internal youth.
On this occasion she had chosen to wear the same dress she had worn to Dan’s wedding some years back. He loved the way it looked on her, even if he did feel it was a little too revealing. It was virgin white with sparkling silk roses sewn deep into the fabric, causing it to shimmer in even the dimmest of lights. Taking her hand as she stepped onto the bottom stairs, Dan smiled, looking deep into her eyes, and placed a kiss upon her warm cheek.
“Mom you look so beautiful. You always have.” His words were warm, and caused Hellen to blush.
During the car trip to the restaurant Dan couldn’t help but to notice his mother’s great legs. She had always been a health fanatic, and the working out really showed in her long, shapely legs. He could see quite a bit of them as her dress ended fairly high above the knees. Hellen had long ago noticed his wandering eyes, but felt too embarrassed to say anything. In fact, she was getting fairly turned on with her own son checking her out.
Jake was 14 years old when he really started to discover his sexual interests. Jake was 5’8”, 140 pounds and the youngest of three children, the only son. His sisters had already gone away to college and Jake was alone at home with his 40-year-old divorcée mom, Debbie.
One day while mowing the lawn Jake saw Lori his neighbour laying in her backyard tanning. It didn’t matter that she was 38 years old, overweight and had large dimpled legs. What Jake saw was that her bathing suit top was unfastened and the sides of her large tits were visible. For the next three days Jake spent all his waking hours in the back yard waiting for Lori to sunbathe.
It was on Saturday afternoon when he saw her again. This time she was laying on her back, legs spread open and an abundance of curly hair was flowing outside of her bikini bottoms. Peeking out his bedroom window Jake pulled down his shorts and started stroking his rock hard cock. Suddenly his whole world was shattered when his mom walked unannounced into his room and saw what he was doing. She was shocked, both at his actions and the size of his big cock. She yelled at him to get away from the window and stop what he was doing. His once rock hard dick instantly shriveled and he almost fainted.
Jessica tried not to look her age, though her friends assured her nobody would be suspicious. Her ID showed nineteen, but she was three years younger. Everybody else in their group was really at least eighteen.
She’d been planning this night for six months, and had jumped through enough hoops to make it happen that the stress had delayed her period. She was determined to see Monica Raven in concert and nothing was going to stop her.
It was a small, unwired gig and the crowd at the area’s hottest club was unusual, her friends said. Cindy said it was usually a college crowd. Lexie passed her a drink and Jessica looked at it hesitantly. ‘What is it?’ she wondered.
“Blue ball special,” she thought she heard. Indeed, it was blue, and had two olives in it.
The club mix was loud and the concert didn’t start for another twenty minutes. She looked around in wonder at this forbidden world. The atmosphere was like a sexual war zone. Lights flashed or glowed dimly in the darkness, and music pounded to a beat that sounded like fucking, even to a virgin’s ears.