I don’t have the writing skills or experience to write anything, and my English sucks, but I hope I can throw in a translation. Maybe the posting speed will be slower, I hope you fellow writers won’t be offended.
Chapter 1
Recently, I recalled “that summer” with my mom.
“How much do you remember?” I asked Mom.
“Just about everything!” Mom said.
“Yes,” I said, “they are so solid that it is difficult to forget those things.”
“I remember just as well,” Mom said, raising her eyebrows, “that those ‘things’ were ‘solid’!”
I vividly remember that incredible summer, and that’s when I lost my virginity, thanks to my mom, aunt, and cousin. I was thirteen at the time.
On the seventh day into summer, in order to get our two families through a week’s vacation, my uncle rented a large cabin in the mountains north of Los Angeles.
My father naturally stayed at home, he didn’t advocate taking the week away from his work, other than that he was never the type to go outdoors. No one was bothered by this. My mother and father’s lives were no longer close, and my uncle never liked him one bit.
So, that Monday morning, my Uncle Floyd, Aunt Barbara and Cousin Robert, picked up my mom and I in the driveway of our house, and we threw our travel bags in the back of the station wagon (yes, that was many years ago!) It was a two hour drive north to Big Bear Lake.
Floyd, a forty-three-year-old, balding chatterbox, drove with forty-three-year-old Barbara sitting next to him.
Barbara was a Native American with a healthy body, short brown hair, brown eyes, brown skin and a pleasant smile. I didn’t take it seriously at the time, but Barbara was very enthusiastic at the time.
My cousin Robert, who also has the same brown skin as his mom, sat in the back seat with me and my mom.
My mom, Susan, was a thirty-eight year old, petite, blonde beauty who exuded a charming smile on her beautiful face that was uniquely her own. Her legs were strong and toned from years of ballet. I always enjoyed gazing at the healthy color of her tan.
When we arrived at the lodge, we were excited but everyone was already tired. The house had two floors and three bedrooms, two upstairs and one downstairs next to the kitchen. Robert and I shared a room, my mom had one to herself, and my aunt and uncle had the downstairs bedroom.
We unpacked and settled in and decided to enjoy the week. Especially since we were leaving the unbearable heat of home for the perfect mountains where the air was cool.
Nothing special happened on the first day. While my mom and aunt gossiped with all their energy, my uncle worked around the house by himself. Robert and I caused trouble to the best of our ability, but never did the boring, hard work.
Then came “that morning” in the summer. My uncle received a call from his workplace. They had a series of big problems at work. They had gone out of their way to call him because the heat wave could wreak havoc, and then everyone was using their air conditioning units, and they really needed his help that day. Of course, he went back, and I pretended we all went home with him, but he said he tried to finish the job before sundown and make it back.
He didn’t make it and gradually my mom and aunt started to get a little worried. Around eight o’clock the phone rang and it was my uncle calling to say that he was going to be home for the night and that it would take longer than he had hoped to finish the job, but that he could be back first thing in the morning and that we were going to be on our own for the rest of the night: two sexy middle-aged women and two energetic teenage boys. Only afterward did I realize how it happened.
At midnight, Robert and I were in our room talking about music and girls, although we both had more than one girl. I remember mentioning Wendy B. Briegel, a plump, light-skinned girl of light black complexion whom I had once had a passionate crush on. This mistake ended my interest because I provoked my mother’s intense jealousy by mentioning her in front of her.
“I forbid you to be with those little school sluts!” She growled.
“They’re not sluts.” I countered, “Well, maybe they are, I don’t know, but I’ve never found out.”
My mom’s next statement shocked me: “If I could, I would find an older, experienced woman to teach you.”
Financial Economist Heidi B. I was saved by the sound of the brakes of Heidi Freese, a financial economist! Lucky for me, I forgot about this conversation with my mom for a while.
That semester is over and now I’m in our mountain cabin talking to my cousin about Enoch Smith and Wendy. Smith and Wendy.
Just at the same time, my mom and aunt were downstairs in the living room talking, wish we knew what they were talking about! My mom started talking about their young baby boy. Of course my mom didn’t want me to have sex with those “little sluts” from school, and my aunt felt the same way. Mom mentioned her desire to find an “older woman” to teach me. But, of course, she hasn’t yet.
After a brief pause, Mom gazed at Barbara and said slowly, “Why don’t we do ‘it’?”
“Do what?” My aunt asked incredulously.
“Teach the boys.”
“About sex?” Barbara whispered excitedly. Mom stopped the conversation and watched her.
“Susan… that’s incest.”
Mom sighed and said, “Barbara, don’t lecture me about morals!”
After another worried pause, Mom grew bolder, “Very well, I’m going to do ‘it’!”
She said, “I will go there immediately and make love not only to my son, but also to your son!”
Barbara’s eyes widened, her mouth opened, and she moved to speak, but not a word came out.
“What?” Mom asked.
She waved her hand and shook her head as my aunt said, “I don’t know, I want to… I just… I don’t know!”
“Damn, what are you afraid of?” Mom asked, “Is that wrong?”
Barbara remained silent.
“You need a swap?” My mom asked.
“Exchange?”
“Yeah, you know, you can do it with my son and I’ll do it with yours.”
Barbara gazed long and skeptically at my mom until finally she blurted out, “Do you really want to do it?”
My mom nodded: “I’ve been thinking about it for months, trying to work up my courage. Look, Floyd left tonight, you don’t have another man, and I’ll keep my mouth shut, you know.”
“Yes, but this kind of thing is different.” Her voice trailed off.
Mom said, “Barbara, there are two young men upstairs, not boys, but young men. They’ve never had sex before, so why don’t we teach them? That way they won’t feel the same pressure to get into trouble at school or get sick. Besides,” she smiled, “I’m sure everyone would get a lot of pleasure that way.”
My aunt’s expression began to loosen, and my mom said further, “They both have the ‘good guy’ look, you know?”
My aunt finally smiled as she shook her head and let out a small laugh, “But, will they want us?” Barbara asked.
“Let’s get to the bottom of this.”
“Knock, knock…”
When we heard the knock at the door, my mother’s voice came, “Do you guys want to come down and watch TV with us?” My mom asked.
We didn’t answer, how could we not want to? Mom and Barbara were wearing top quality pajamas that barely covered their panties. Why were they half-naked? I had no way of knowing, and Robert had no answers like I did.
My mom’s healthy creamy white thighs contrasted with Robert’s mom’s long, skinny, black thighs, and they were both so attractive. Our moms used their bodies to encourage us down the stairs, and Robert and I walked over to them, following our moms down the stairs with great aplomb.
We all stayed in the living room. Robert and I were on the couch, and our moms sat in their sleeper sofas, silently watching TV. Occasionally, Robert and I would steal hurried glances at our moms’ thighs. They were unabashedly showing off their springtime underneath their pajamas, and we could even see their panties! Robert and I often turned our bodies in our seats to keep our embarrassingly hard and swollen cocks from being exposed under our T-shirts and shorts.
The atmosphere in the room was very tense.
“Robert!” My mom suddenly spoke. My mom’s voice made us so nervous that we almost jumped out of our chairs.
“Do you have a girlfriend?”
Robert glanced hastily at the mothers, as if shocked, and smiled nervously, but did not answer.
After a pause, my mom asked, “Have you boys ever seen naked women in outside magazines before?”
Hanging our heads, we didn’t speak.
Mom sped up her turning position slightly then and turned to Barbara and said, “I think it’s time to show them a real naked woman. Aren’t you going to do that? Barbara.”
Slightly disturbed, Barbara looked at my mom with wide eyes and replied, “Oh! Yes! Of course!”
We don’t know who’s more scared, us, or Barbara.
Mom stood up instantly and slowly undid the first button on her nightgown. Her eyes swept from me to her cousin, always with a smile on her face. Mom looked more confident because she knew she was the dominant one. Mom unbuttoned the last button, her confident breasts and firm pink nipples as if begging for a mouth to suck on them.
She kept her eyes on us as she removed her panties. She let her panties fall to the floor, showing off her blonde pubic hair. She smiled at us and turned her body so that her body was fully exposed, gently swaying her ample hips from time to time.
God, what a hot ass she had! Robert and I were breathing heavily, with a touch of nervousness and unease, as our eyes gazed greedily at her body.
“Come on, Barbara.” Mom said.
My aunt looked a little hesitant, there was no way to look at us calmly as she slowly stood up and undid the first button. Slowly, and painfully, finally, the nightgown fell to the floor. That was certainly worth the wait.
“Wow!” Robert let out an exclamation.
The fact that her own son was reacting to her breasts in that way shook Barbara to the core. She didn’t need to be so shocked, that was a normal reaction for any normal man, except that I preferred everything about my mom, although it used to make it hard for me to accept that about myself.
Auntie’s breasts were very large compared to mom’s, but had begun to sag a little. Big, round, brown nipples like acorns. Lord, my uncle was fucking lucky!
My aunt’s hand slowly moved toward her panties, her eyes saying something like, “How can I avoid this?” Too late, she slowly pulled down her panties, exposing her thick black pubic hair to our eyes. Her panties fell to the floor and I breathed heavily as I looked at my cousin, who was licking his lips vigorously!
Barbara’s whole body stiffened, almost as if frozen. Mom turned her, showing us her hips, which were like a fine coffee-colored ass, so beautiful! As she turned her body again, Robert and I gazed at our naked moms in rapt attention.
Barbara tried to smile, but there was something indefinable mixed into her expression. My mom had a happy smile on her face, and I noticed that her pussy lips were jutting outward and her vagina was already quite wet!
At that point, she and Barbara sat down in the sleeper sofa and her mom said, “Okay, you keep spinning!”
I was a little scared when my cousin let out an uneasy laugh while I just watched. At that time, my mom looked at me and said, “Take off your shirt. You too, Robert.”
I slowly stood up as did my cousin and took off our shirts. My mom looked to our crotches, which were swollen to their limits and stained with moisture. Mom’s eyes glistened and smiled like a demon showing her teeth.
“Now take off your shorts.” She said.
At that moment, we quietly removed our shorts. Our young penises were extremely erect, riding up in ledgers over our tight underwear. Mom didn’t say anything; all four of her and Barbara’s eyes were wide open and excited as they stared intently at our erections under our underwear, and none of them spoke.
Robert and I loosened our girdles, our panties slid down and our young, hard teenage cocks popped out of our panties, exposed to the air, liberated from underneath our panties, bouncing up and down freely. We stood there giggling uneasily as our penises stood tall in the air. My penis was only about five inches at the time, Robert’s was a little longer and thicker.
My mom’s eyes were glowing, she was holding her breath, her mouth was open and she kept licking her lips as she gazed at our hard, young cocks. I happened to notice my aunt checking out our “guys” with a little hesitation in her eyes, but more in anticipation.
“You boys have really grown into adults.” Mom smiled.
“And it’s obvious.” My aunt chimed in.
(to be continued)