1Days of my youth [3] - Sex Stories

1Days of my youth [3]

... orientated, none being serious and none lasting long. The humiliation being meat and drink to Pete, who by now was a staff sergeant with a bunch of fresh trainee drivers who changed every 6 weeks. Pete and the boys were off to Scotland on a fishing holiday when disaster struck, he and nick were killed instantly under a lorry, mike in the back being trapped by his foot and having to have it amputated. Her world tumbling down, Mike always a sickly c***d, had taken a year or two to get back to health, the compensation had been good so financially they were set for life and they had moved to Manchester together to gather themselves. They had been there for about a year when Mike had told her that both boys had known of her numerous later lovers and that he wanted to be next. It being mutual they had slept together that very evening and after a lot of thought they had come here buying this remote farmhouse and the outbuildings in their f****y name as man and wife. Mike now brought up the scars, he said he and his b*****r had spied on his mother as all boys are wont to do and had seen the scars on either breast, they had been the cause of much interest and discussion Though it was not till after the accident that he had dared ask about them only to be rebuffed with the lady not wanting to discuss it. That`s why when he read the stories he put two and two together and inadvertently I had confirmed the details. Judy laughed and said she now understood why he had been keen to examine ...

... her back and her scars a month or two back and that she had not let him see until he explained which at the time he had not wanted to do. I reminded Judy that I had only seen the scars when they were fresh, and with a smile she stood and silently began to undo the buttons of her dress, Mike and I held our breath as slowly this lovely elderly lady to my amazement took off her clothes. Her breasts were all I could imagine, larger now and more aged than when I had first known them But still proud enough to support a pair of lovely nipples and two curved scars 3” or 4 “ long just as I had placed them all those years ago. She looked into my eyes and quietly said that she asked for these marks and had been proud of them all the time she has had them, I was not to blame myself in any way as it was what she had wanted and that she had had no regrets at all. She asked me to read the story of how they had been put there to us all and with a trembling voice I began to do so, as she removed the rest of her clothing, As I came to the actual whipping she became misty eyed, her mind reliving the past as only a victim could, 60, 70, 80 strokes, then the last 4, she beckoned Mike and I forward and pointed slowly to each successive cut, left and right breast, one across her shoulders which was hardly visible, and one across her backside faded now but still just there. She had me continue and turned, bending over and kneeling on the armchair revealing the last scar left on her by her husband, ...