It had been my eighteenth just over a month ago and Mum and Dad had thrown me a party, it had been at the local golf club where Dad was a member, and Dad arranged the use of a function room. There was a DJ and a bar and loads of my friends and lots of my family were there, it had been fun and I had been rather drunk.
Just after that, Sarah my girlfriend decided that she didn't want to be my girlfriend any more, she rather wanted to be with Sally, and not with me. Oh, okay then. I had been a bit pissed off to be honest, I thought the sex had been great, but, what would I know, obviously not good enough, so much so that she preferred to be with someone who didn't even have a dick.
Mum had been sympathetic, "it's a designer thing, a phase, and Matthew," she had said to me, "it's her loss." Well, that didn't really help me feel better, but in truth I wasn't as sad as I could have been, more embarrassed I suppose. My older cousin Dave, from Mum's sister Auntie Jean, had thought it hilarious and teased me mercilessly, and that helped more than anything.
We had gone into town, drinking in the Mills, a dark and moody place full of bars and cafés that seemed to actually brighten my demeanour. Last night we had really tied one on and I had crashed on his Mum and Dad's sofa in their front room. I guessed Dave forgot about me and got up and went to work whilst I lay asleep in his front room.
"Oh, goodness, good morning Matthew," Auntie Jean said waking me up, "where did you come from?"
I shook my head, trying to get the fog of last nights drinking cleared. "Hi Aunty, er, I was out with Dave and I guess I crashed on your sofa. Sorry."
"Oh, don't be silly. Now Dave has gone to work, he obviously forgot about you. You can go up to the ensuite in my room and shower and freshen up, and I'll make you a coffee for when you come down. You can borrow a pair of Dave's underpants if you want."
"Thanks Aunty."
I went upstairs, I had no intention of borrowing Dave's underpants, if mine were unwearable then I would simply shove them in my pocket and go home just in my trousers, the very thought of wearing another man's undies, eurgh. In their bedroom I saw aunties underwear on her bed, and the dress that I guessed that she planned to wear when she got dressed for the day.
Her undies were simple bra and lacy knickers, skimpy knickers it had to be said unlike her bra which was quite a substantial affair, well, to be honest it needed to be. Like Mum, aunty was fully blessed in the boobs department. I quickly stripped and went into the ensuite and ran the shower and gave myself a thorough clean.
Dried and back in their bedroom I sniffed my underpants, they were fine, they would do until I got home, and dressed. Leaving the towel I used on the heated rail in the ensuite I went down to find Aunty. I knew my uncle worked away a lot, usually going Sunday evening or Monday morning and then returning on a Friday, so Aunty and Dave were usually pretty much left to their own devices during the week.
"Right then Matthew, here is a coffee, do you want any cereal?" Aunty said as I walked into the kitchen.
"Oh, thank you Aunty, and no to the cereal, I don't think I could manage any just yet."
"Right, come on, let's sit in the conservatory, the sun is out and it is warming nicely."
I took my coffee and headed to the conservatory and sat on the cane sofa, expecting Aunty to sit on the chair opposite, but no, she sat right next to me, and as she sat her robe partially opened, the silky fabric sliding off her legs. I could just see her knickers, oh my God.
"Well Matthew, no work today I am guessing."
I tore my eyes from Aunties crotch and tried not to think about my hardening dick caught in my underpants. "No Aunty, today is an off day."
"And how are you enjoying it?"
"Oh, it's okay. At the moment I am doing the PDI, that is Post Delivery Inspections of the new cars as they come in. It is mostly checking the paperwork is correct and taking off the protective stuff they use to transport it. I then pass it across to the cleaners who wash the car prior to display."
"Sounds quite involved Matthew."
"No, not really Aunty, I am just working my way around the dealership, eventually I hope to get into sales, although my boss thinks I would be better off in Service."
She shimmied on the sofa and her robe fell even more apart and I realised that I could see her crease through her knickers, God my dick felt like it was breaking in half. I managed, I don't know how, to tear my eyes away, I hadn't had so much as a sniff of fanny since Sarah dumped me, and this close to a real live fanny was playing havoc.
"Thanks for the coffee Aunty, I suppose I ought to get off, Mum'll wonder where I am."
"Yes, I expect she will," she said with a smile, looking, I was sure, at the bulge in my trousers. "You can pop round any time if you like, one of us is usually here and would be glad of the company."
I got up, painfully with my trapped dick it must be said, I couldn't wait to get outside and free my dick, no way I could do that in front of Aunty. We hugged by the door, and she said again that I was welcome for coffee anytime, shutting the door behind me. My hand was straight into my trousers to relieve the pressure. Thank God.
The bus home was bumpy but not crowded thankfully, I had a seat to myself, sat on one of the sideways seats just behind the driver, a girl was sat opposite and as she moved, I caught glimpses of her knickers, God, was the world punishing me because Sarah had dumped me? At home Mum asked where I had been and why hadn't I texted to say I wasn't coming home. God, in the doghouse again.
"I'm sorry Mum, we got back from town late and I crashed at Aunties on their settee. I had a quick shower this morning and got the bus back. I need to go and get some clean clothes on though."
"Well, okay then, but do try and let us know if you are not coming home, and, if you put dirty clothes on this morning, even though you showered, you ought to shower again, now, off you go."
Cripes I felt like I was six again, Mum has a way with her sometimes. I stripped off in my room and took my top and underpants with me to put in the laundry hamper in the bathroom, just as Mum was coming upstairs. God, no one wants their Mum to see them naked, especially with a bloody hard dick.
I got in the shower, my second of the day, and washed myself, ensuring every nook and cranny was clean and sweat free. I wrapped a towel about myself and headed back to my room, passing Mum and Dad's room I looked in, of course. Mum was standing in her bra and knickers looking in her mirror, God, I so could, she is so hot. I hurried into my room and sat on my bed.
My dick was rock hard, point straight up at my face, my foreskin stretching back revealing my piss hole. It wasn't painful, but I was just so fucking horny it was untrue. I grabbed my dick and began wanking when I heard Mum moving around on the landing. I let go of my dick and threw the towel over my groin just as Mum knocked and my door opened. God, that had been close.
"Right Matthew, what are you doing today, only if you have nothing planned, you can come with me to Waitrose and push the trolley for me, hurry up, get dressed." She was looking directly at my towel which was not exactly laying flat. Thank you dick.
"Okay Mum, give me a few minutes to sort out what I am going to wear."
"Don't forget to put the towel back on the rail to dry," she said as she turned and left, leaving my door wide open. I didn't move until I heard her going down the stairs. I still had a hard dick, but my desire to wank had gone. I waited a moment, threw the towel off and got up to get dressed.
As we drove to Waitrose I looked across at Mum. Her boobs nicely shaped and outlined by her dress, and her dress was riding up in the car seat, but didn't, sadly, go up enough to show me her knickers, for shame. I tried to imagine Mum in her underwear, the glimpse I had of her in her bedroom being only the latest in a long line of sneaky views.
She was very similar to Auntie Jean, big boobs and a shapely fanny, both fannies that I had only managed to see when covered with knickers, although I had managed to see Aunty Jeans crease through her knickers, and the memory of that was making me bloody hard again. Waitrose was going to be a chore with a hard dick.
I followed Mum around as she shopped, amused when she stopped in one aisle and bought some new blades for a lady's personal shaver, did she shave her fanny? I thought so with the views I had seen of her in her knickers, they did look snug. Aunty Jean did, that I could tell from this morning's viewing.
My mind was in overdrive and I was quite distracted, simply following Mum around and after the shaver blades I didn't really notice what she bought. Food, I guessed.
"Do you need any more underpants?"
"What, sorry, I was miles away."
"Goodness Matthew, whatever is going through that brain of yours. I was asking if you needed any new underwear?"
"Yes, I guess."
"Well they are over there, go and get yourself a pack and put them in your trolley. You are old enough to select your own now."
Absolutely correct. If mum got them they would be bloody Y Fronts, the most unattractive men's pants known to the world. I kind of preferred straight briefs without the hole. I sometimes wore boxers, but my dick would hang down the leg hole and then when I got my inevitable hard on, it would be agony as my dick would be trapped pointing down when it needed to point up. My problem this morning.
Back home, I helped Mum carry the shopping into the house. "Do I get a preview of your new underpants? She asked.
"Really Mum? You want to see me in my underpants?"
"Well, just so I know if I like them enough to buy you some if I see some when I am out. I know you aren't keen on the ones I usually get you."
I sighed, really? "Okay Mum, give me a minute."
I went upstairs and stripped my trousers and underpants on, leaving my polo top on, I didn't want to go down almost naked, that was just bizarre. I opened the pack of underpants and pulled a pair on, straightening my dick inside and headed down to the kitchen. Mum had the shopping on the table and was sorting it out and putting it away into the cupboards.
"Mum" I said as I walked in.
"Okay," she said turning around and giving me a critical eye, "turn around, I want to see the side and the back."
I turned first to the side and then the back. God, I am eighteen and my Mum is inspecting my underwear.
"Okay, and you prefer that style. They do look a little tight at the front," she said, "are you sure that you have enough room?"
Oh God Mum. "Yes Mum, okay, can I go and get dressed now?"
"Yes Matthew, okay if they are what you like, then that is fine. They are a bit like your swimming trunks." I supposed that she was right, they were.
As I walked upstairs my dick got harder and harder and then, thank God I wasn't in the kitchen, my dick popped up over the waist band. I rushed into my bedroom and shut the door behind me, If Mum had seen that, then I guess I would probably have died.
I slept fitfully that night, dreams of my Mum catching me with my dick popping out of my underpants filled my dreams, in the end I woke up with a raging hard on, which I was about to deal with when Mum tapped on the door and walked in. Luckily my hard dick was hidden by the bedding.
"Matthew, I am going into town, do you want to come?"
"No thanks Mum, I was going to pop out." I got up and as Mum was downstairs I ran naked across to the bathroom and turned the shower on. I contemplated wanking under the flow, but I could hear Mum wandering around upstairs, and that was too distracting on trying to concentrate on my wank. I did have a few pulls, but didn't go the whole way.
Washed and dry, I wrapped the towel around me and headed to my bedroom and put on a pair of my new underpants, some jeans and a Fred Perry shirt. I hung the towel over the towel rail and headed downstairs. Mum was still messing in the kitchen. I gave her a quick hug and said see her later.
On the bus I took another sideways seat, but no one sat opposite me, that was a bit of a shame, I had rather enjoyed the view of that girl's knickers yesterday. Off the bus I did the short walk to Dave's house. I wasn't sure if he was home today, I thought he might be and we could go on his PS5, but I wasn't sure. I knocked on his door and Aunty Jean answered.
"Hello Matthew, what brings you here?"
"Oh hello Aunty, I was hoping Dave was in."
"Oh honey, no he is doing an extra shift at work. Come in, have a coffee anyway."
Well, I supposed I might as well, I might get another glimpse of her knickers. "Oh, if you're sure Aunty," I said following her in and shutting the front door behind me. In the kitchen the kettle went on and she made two coffees.
"We'll sit in the lounge, Bill next door is mowing his lawn and it is bloody noisy at the moment," she said passing me a mug off coffee. I went into the front room and sat on the sofa, Aunty sat next to me as she had in the conservatory. She obviously hadn't got dressed yet, she was wearing the same housecoat as yesterday, and it slid off her thighs just the same.
I wanted to stare at her fanny covering knickers, but didn't dare, I didn't want to earn a slap and be banned from the house. I just made a point of turning to face her when she spoke, and got my glimpses at that moment. Again I could see her crease through the lace of her knickers.
As I turned my head back away I realised that the top of her robe was apart and I could see her boob, no bra, just bare boob and a bit of nipple, it was almost too much and I gasped, hurriedly taking a sip of my coffee to try and mask my gasp.
"Oh Matthew," Aunty said, "I am just nipping to the loo, back in a moment," and she stood up and that gave me an opportunity to straighten my dick in my jeans. It did leave a bulge, I just hoped that Aunty wouldn't notice. I heard he loo flush and Aunty returned and sat back next to me.
Oh fucking shit, I almost gasped out loud, she wasn't wearing any knickers, I could clearly see her crease in the gap in her robe, if I hadn't been rock hard before I bloody was now, my trousers moved as my dick twitched.
She turned to face me, looked down at my bulge and then back up to my face.
"I wondered," she said looking back at my bulge, "if there was some way we could help each other out."
"What do you mean Aunty?" I asked, very unsure of what she meant.
"Well, I can see that you have a situation," she said looking directly at my bulge and then up to my face, "and I have a need that can't be addressed at the moment. Lucking Dave is at work and you are not."
"Oh," what else could I say. "Yes, I think so," I said with my voice almost breaking as I spoke.
Aunty undid the pretty useless belt on her robe pulling it open. Her boobs were captivating, just wonderful and her crease beckoned me. "Shall we go upstairs?" She asked.
"Yes Aunty" I said, standing and holding my hand out to help her to her feet. She led the way, my following behind, slipping my shoes off in the hallway as I followed, my dick getting even harder with the occasional glimpses I got of her bum and fanny from behind. In her room she pulled her robe off and dropped it over a chair.
"Now then, let's see what you have," she said tugging at my belt. Undone she flipped it away and undid the waist of my jeans and lowered my zip. A hand in each side of my waist, she pulled both my jeans and my underpants down. "Step out of them," she said her eyes about an inch from my dick.
I lifted each ankle and she pulled my jeans and underpants off as I pulled my Fred Perry over my head and I was naked, as she was. I was about to say something when her mouth surrounded my dick. Jesus, Sally had hardly ever done that and I almost spurted there and then, the feeling was intense.
She held my balls in her hand, squeezing them lightly and rolling them around inside, and then as she sucked, she dragged her fingernail across the seam in my balls and along the crease towards my bum. My knees weakened and I almost fell, I had never felt anything like it, the pleasure was intense.
I was simply standing there, my legs apart and my Aunty on her knees in front of me, licking and sucking my dick. I kind of wanted to do something with my hands, but the only thing I would be able to do was hold her head, and that felt wrong. She took her mouth away and with her other hand she pulled my foreskin down, forcing it over my rim, and then licked around it. I gasped and almost fell again.
She let my dick go and stood up and turned to the bed pulling the quilt back, "come on," she said, "you can return the treat." She obviously meant me suck and lick her. I hadn't done it much, only a few times, I hoped my inexperience wouldn't show as I knelt on the bed and bent down over her fanny.
My dick wanted to just dive in and fuck her, but my little inside brain was urging restraint and I managed to hold back. I eased her fanny apart, her insides a mixture of peach and grey colours, her labia glistened and her aroma was sweet. I was making it up as I went along. I blew along her valley, and then dabbed at the dimple where her clitoris should be with my tongue, she gasped.
Empowered I began pushing my tongue around her dimple, feeling the hardness of her clitoris on the tip of my tongue, and ran my finger from my tongue down her valley to her hole. I gently began to push, my finger slowly entering her fanny as I was sucking and licking her clitoris, she was gasping, and her hands were holding my head. Perhaps I should have held hers.
I began to finger fuck her fanny, sawing in and out with my finger. She wasn't quite as tight as Sally had been and I wondered if two fingers would be better. I eased my sole finger out and then pushed back in with two. Aunty jerked, her bum raising and her gasps getting louder. This was better, her fanny was squeezing my fingers as I pressed my tongue on her clitoris.
"Argh," she went, almost a scream, and her bum lifted higher, her fanny squeezed my fingers tightly and her hands were tight around my head. She slumped back down onto the bed and she pulled my head from her fanny. "Enough," she said. I pulled away and lay next to her, my eyes focussed on her magnificent boobs, her nipples hard and each about the size of the end of my finger.
She rolled over and straddled me, her hand holding and guiding my dick into her fanny and slowly she settled until her buttocks were resting on me and I was fully absorbed be her.
"Oh that feels good," she said as she began to rock back and forth making my dick slide inside her, her fanny squeezing as she moved. As she rocked backwards my dick would slide out of her, and she would rock almost until my dick and her fanny parted company, and then she rocked forwards, my foreskin sliding down my dick as she squeezed with her fanny until I was full inside.
I grabbed her sides and with a quick movement, I flipped her onto her back and I was on top. She squealed a little and I pulled back and then thrust in hard. There was a slap as my stomach smacked against her and a gasp as my dick reached her depth.
"Oh shit," she gasped her eyes closed, her head tilting backwards. I pulled backwards, my dick easing back, my foreskin unravelling and covering my glans once more. Aunty Jean sighed as my dick rested at her entrance, not quite out, but not quite in either. I pushed in hard again, pressing as deep as I could, again a slap, again a gasp, and again my foreskin rolling back to free my glans.
Faster and faster I went, the slaps and gasps reverberating around her bedroom and I felt the familiar pinch inside me, deep inside me at the root of my dick, my balls twinging and I knew I was close. I pressed in harder and deeper, pushing hard at her depth and I held my position as my dick spurted deep inside her fanny, Aunty Jean gasping and then screaming as her orgasm erupted.
The bus home was one of the new ones that didn't have the side seats, no chance of sport of girl watching, and even during the small walk from the bus stop to home I didn't see anyone. At home I shouted hello to mum and went upstairs, I needed a shower, Aunty Jean was all over me especially my stomach and groin.
I stripped off my clothes and grabbed a clean pair of underpants and headed to the bathroom. I turned the shower on and got under the water, letting it cascade down me before reaching for the soap.
"Goodness," Mum said from the doorway as she watched me, "two showers in one day, what have you been up to?" She laughed and as she watched me, my dick started rising and before I knew it, it was pointing the ceiling.
"My, my Matthew, what a big boy you have become," and she laughed again, leaving the door open as she left. I carried on washing and then when I thought I was clean enough, I left the shower and stood drying myself. I wrapped the towel around and went to my room, forgetting I had a clean pair of underpants in the bathroom.
I was pulling my bedroom door shut when it was wrenched from my hands. Mum was behind me, pulling at my door handle. She followed me into my room and held the towel as she pushed me onto the bed. I lay back stark naked my dick pointing up at my face. Mum looked at me and then undid the sash on her robe and let it fall to the floor.
Oh my God, my Mum was naked in my room, fully naked, for the first time I could see her. I could see her fanny, her crease starting underneath and then going up her front as if it meant to join her navel. Her legs were apart slightly and her fanny was slightly open, her lips not touching, a gap between them, her valley glistening in between.
She moved to the bed and climbed on, straddling my face, and as she leant forward, her buttocks seemed to widen and her arse stared me momentarily in my face before she settled her fanny crease over my mouth, my nose at her arse. I gasped as her mouth surrounded and sucked my dick, my God, I had only managed to get Sally to do this once, and now Mum was doing it without persuasion.
I had no idea what or why. What made Mum want to do this, why was Mum doing this, was it anything to do with Aunt Jean and I fucking earlier? How could she know? My mind kind of froze as Mum grabbed my balls and gently squeezed them as her mouth went up and down on my dick, my Mum was mouth fucking me, what was I to do. I opened my mouth as best as I could, Mum's fanny being all over it, and began to lick her fanny.
My tongue was at her hole, I pushed in as far as I could, and then I began to suck, trying to pull her fanny into my mouth, my nose was by her arse, and I couldn't move my head much, I tried pressing and releasing my chin, and that worked, I heard Mum gasp, felt her sharp intake of breath through my dick, I pressed again, again there was a gasp. I licked and pressed, it was all I could do, Mum had her weight on me and in the position I was in, I had no leverage to move her.
But, why would I move her? Well, to get in a better position, to lick her properly to suck her clitoris, to eat her out in a way that gives us both pleasure, but this was a difficult thing, Mum had my dick in her mouth and I was going deeper and deeper in her throat. I could feel her tongue sliding along my dick, there was a tightness that she pushed me through, and then back again, I guessed that was the back of her mouth and into her throat. Mum was going faster and faster.
She stopped and pulled away from my dick, she held it in her hand and she started a hard wank, pushing my foreskin so far down she was almost bending my dick in half, it hurt as she did it, so much I couldn't concentrate on chinning her clitoris or licking her fanny, but it gave me strength and I managed to flip Mum off me and she fell laying on the bed, I lay on her, it was my turn to shove my arse onto her face.
I looked properly at Mum's fanny, it was pretty similar to Aunty Jeans. I pulled her lips apart and licked from her fanny up to her clitoris, and then I used my teeth to grip and pull her clitoris as I pushed two fingers inside her. She was licking my arse, her tongue making me feel very strange, extremely aroused, but that was my arse, not my dick, she was pressing her tongue where she shouldn't, my body was liking it, but it shouldn't.
I began to fuck her fanny with my fingers, going faster, going as deep as I could, licking her clitoris, pressing it with my tongue and then I stopped, I pulled back, I let my fingers fall from her fanny and I rolled off her and sat on the edge of the bed.
"Why Mum?" I asked.
"Why not? She answered, who is going to know?"
"We'll know, but why Mum, I mean why do it like this?"
"Your Dad can't, okay, and I am so frustrated and when I saw your hard dick, looking so much like your dad's used to, I just had to. I need shagging Matthew, I really need it."
"Can't he get tablets, Viagra or whatever?"
"They don't work, it is nerve damage in his back."
"Oh. So, nothing?"
"No Matthew, nothing for over 6 months. I didn't realise how frustrated I was. I am sorry, I know I shouldn't have, I kind of just lost it. Please forgive me."
I rolled over and took Mum's face in my hands and gently kissed her eyes and then her nose, and then I kissed her mouth, my tongue delving in deep, her tongue pressing into mine. I let go of her face and slid my hand down her body and started to gently rub her clitoris.
"You only had to ask Mum," I said softly, "I have lusted after your body for months. I keep trying to see you naked."
"I wasn't brave enough to let you, I wasn't going to do anything, but I just kind of snapped."
"Well, now we have crossed a line, so bravery isn't needed, just opportunity."
I moved down and kissed her boobs, licking her nipples one at a time then kissing down, past her navel and to her clitoris, my finger running rings around her fanny hole. My nose was pressing her clitoris, my tongue gently licking her valley, her lips folding around my tongue as it moved, my fingers easing passed her entrance, entering her fanny, feeling the little ridges inside.
It kind of surprised me that there were bumps and ridges inside her fanny, I had kind of expected it to be like a smooth tube, but then my dick wasn't exactly smooth on the outside, I just hadn't really thought about it. One little bump in particular caused Mum to gasp, was that what they call the G Spot I wondered, I had no idea to be honest.
I eased my fingers away and then lifted my head and moved back up her body, kissing her mouth, not the way a son kisses, but the way a lover kisses, passionately, pressing my tongue between her lips, wrangling her tongue, wetting her lips with the juices from her fanny. I reached down and grabbed my dick and lined it up where my fingers had been and flexed my pelvis.
My dick pushed inside her fanny, her flaps folding around me, almost cuddling my dick as it slipped deeper and deeper inside her. I kept going, my foreskin rolling down my dick and then a sort of 'plop' as it rolled past my rim and there was an intensity of pleasures flowing, I gasped as my dick pressed against her depth and my balls hit her thighs. I was in all the way.
Mum's hands were on my back, her fingernails gently pressing my shoulders. I eased slowly back until I was afraid my dick would fall out, and then pushed back in, and then out. I could not really control myself, my dick was in charge and it wanted to go fast, I wanted to go slow to savour what may be a one off moment, but my dick was charging.
Slap as my stomach hit hers, Mum gasping as I bottomed out, and back, and in, slaps echoing around the room, a sort of squishy noise as my dick pistoned in and out of her fanny, my back flexing as my hips thrust back and forth. My shoulders were stinging as Mum pressed her nails harder and deeper, her grunts and gasps getting higher in pitch as I fucked her.
My balls twinged and there was a ping of pain deep inside and I thrust harder than before and held my dick pressed in as deep as I could and I gasped loudly as my cock spurted deep inside my mum, spurt after spurt after spurt, my gasping louder and louder.
Mum shrieked, her fanny clamped hard on my dick, and she pushed upwards, pressing hard against me. "Oh fuck," she gasped and then fell back to the bed, my dick slipping from her fanny. I rolled to the side and lay, my chest heaving as I recovered my breath.
"You made me cum," she said.
"Oh," I answered, "Is that good?"
"Oh yes baby, that is good."
"Er, I came inside you."
"I know baby, it's okay, don't worry. I am safe at the moment. I will go and see the doctor before next time and get some contraception."
"Next time?"
"Oh yes Matthew, oh hell yes."