1975 - Sex Stories

1975

... out the whole story of Mum and her book and the money and the phallus, but instead I opened the door wider and with a smile she stepped inside. As she passed me, I caught the scent of her perfume and once again I felt the heat rushing into my cock. We were same age. In a few days’ time, we’d both be returning to college. All I wanted to do was lie between her legs and press myself into her. Instead we sat in the kitchen and talked and drank tea. Eventually Sarah got up to go home, but then at the door she suddenly began to kiss me and I ran my hand up under her blouse. As before her mouth opened wider when my fingers touched her nipples and I pulled back my head to look at her flushed face. Our eyes met and held for several long seconds and then the moment was passed. Sarah giggled, and pulled away laughing. She opened the door and skipped up the drive way like a girl. At the road, she waved back, her face happy and still flushed. I was grinning as I watched her go. I had no idea where life was taking me, but it seemed as if I were standing on the verge of something spectacular. That night, Mum came back around 11pm. I was lying awake in my bed, listening to pirate radio when I heard the door closing below. I turned the sound right down and listened as she came up the stairs. She went past my door and into the bathroom and I although my door was shut, I caught the smell of her perfume. She went to the toilet and then set about washing her make-up off. She brushed her teeth ...

... and then went to bed, closing her door behind her as usual. I lay thinking for a long time until I decided that I did not really mind if she was a prostitute, just so long as it stayed a secret as it seemed to have done until then. A few days later, I returned to the drawer and went through the book to find any clues as to what she was doing. I looked at each address to find out if I could recognize any of them, and several were familiar. One in particular surprised me. It was Sarah’s address. The initials beside it however read JL. I frowned. JL was Sarah’s mother, Janice. Her father was called Brendan. I stared out the window in a confusion of conflicting emotions. Was this book just some kind of WI thing or was Mum a prostitute for women too? George came around later that day. As he always did, he hopped through the gap in the hedgerow which brought him to the rear of our house and knocked on the kitchen door. Mum opened it and smiled. George came in with his usual familiarity. As he eased himself down into the chair opposite me, I found myself wondering at his manner. We’d been living next to George and Rose for as long as I could remember. He was the nearest thing I had to a father, and now I began to wonder if that wasn’t literally the case. Could he actually be my father? “How are you today George?” Mum asked. “I’m right grand lass” George beamed at her before turning to me. “I’ve come to see you though lad, as I’m going to need a hand with cleaning out the stable and I ...