Sister/Mother - Sex Stories

Sister/Mother

... interest in her. He had to admit there were times that he thought about her when he was masturbating but that was as far as it went, he couldn’t remember one occasion when there had ever been any contact between them that could be described as sexual.

Looking back he knew that she had had boyfriends but none of them seemed to last. By the time he was sixteen his friends would often make comments, especially on hot summer days when she would wear her bikini in the garden, Tim had been proud that his mother was so attractive, she was thirteen years older than him but didn’t look it, at five foot four inches, long blonde hair, medium sized boobs and a slim body with great legs, he could see what his friends saw in her and some of them would make suggestions about what they would like to do with her. Tim brushed it off, Susan may have been his mother but he thought of her as his big sister, she was fun to be with but there was never anything more between them, Tim had no trouble getting girl friends and they were more than ready to satisfy his sexual needs.

By the time he had been accepted for University in London his grandmother had formed a relationship and had both moved to Spain with her new husband. Just before he left for Uni, Jenny moved into the house next door with Henry her big golden retriever following the break up of her marriage, Tim was happy that his mother would have her best friend so close when he was moving away.

Back to the present day and Tim was ...

... staring out of the train window as the train skirted the coastline, the sight of a beach made him recall that day when everything had changed. He had been home for the Easter break and it was his last day. It was a hot day and Susan suggested they spend it at the beach. Initially it had been like any of the many times they had spent there, they had played together in the surf, eaten ice creams and sun bathed. Tim could put the change down to one comment that she had made.

“Do you think l should go topless?” She’d said.

Tim had just looked at her.

“Jenny thinks l should go topless,” she said, “she says she would if l do, what do you think?”

“I hadn’t really thought about it,” he replied.

“Liar,” she giggled, “l’ve seen you looking at Jenny’s boobs when she wears her bikini, her boobs are better than mine.”

“No they’re not,” he said.

“How do you know, you’ve never seen my boobs since you were a baby when l fed you.”

“Did you really feed me?” He said.

“For a short while,” she replied, “but it was difficult with me being in school and with my nipples leaking all the time so l had to stop, the doctor gave me some pills to dry my milk up and Mum took over the feeding with bottles.”

Tim had gone quiet for a moment.

“So what do you think?” She said, “should l go topless, there are a few others topless on the beach, would it bother you?”

“If you want to do it it’s none of my business,” he replied.

“I’m going to do it,” she said, and with that she ...