1Days of my youth [3] - Sex Stories

1Days of my youth [3]

... gone, to Cyprus. We wrote for a while and in one letter about 18 months after they left she said she was left with the two scars on her breasts and one each on her back and her butt, that she hoped they would never fade away, but things were not the same without the physical side and we slowly lost contact over the years. The years have rolled on as years do, a retired married man now I joined Hamster on the computer and I wrote the above story to pass away the time and to give others some “erotic enjoyment”. I had been on hamster for a month or so when I received a request for friendship from someone calling them-selves, `Her-boy`, we shall call him, Mike. I did as we all do and opened the profile to find it was a chap who had not been on long but had a good selection of mom and son videos, and galleries. Now those who know me know I am a sucker [no pun intended] for mom and son stories so I added him to my friends and we began to talk on the private messages. [he`s not there now so don’t bother] He said he had read all my works to date had enjoyed them, and had learnt a lot he did not know, which struck me as a little odd, but thought it was just a throw away comment. After a week or two of chat he sent me a message referring to the location of the dogs grave, something only a very few of us knew. As “Caspar” had been such a big dog we had laid him to rest in a small copse at the back of some garages in our barracks using a “borrowed “JCB and that it was done without ...

... higher authority`s knowledge meant that few knew of the location. He then revealed he also knew the address of the hireing where the whole thing had happened. Naturally I was a bit worried about that as I realised he could only be someone close to the action, Pete or one of the boys I had “babysat” all those years ago and it was a case of he must know that as the author of the pieces, it was me that had had a hand in giving his mother scars on her body. I was therefore more careful than normal about what I had to say to him a bit like treading on egg-shell`s, I asked if he was one of the boys or if he was Pete. He was one of the boys and that he vaguely remembered me all those years ago, He assured that Pete had passed away some years ago while still in the service, in a road accident along with his b*****r. That he was not unhappy about what had happened and that his mother and he shared a house near a village on the Derby, Staffordshire moorlands border. The fact that Judy was still alive was a bonus to me, so I gently asked to if she was OK, and to my surprise he said she was “bouncing with health and vitality” and “as sensual as ever”! This again struck me as odd for a son to refer to his mother in such a way, but it`s an odd world and there are some people on hamster who are just a little out of the mainstream and look at life in a different way to most. What did excite me a little and perhaps disturb me as well, was a gallery picture on his profile that came up a day or so ...