MY MOTHER AND HER SISTER - Sex Stories

MY MOTHER AND HER SISTER

Ten years ago I was still very naive in matters sexual, though even then I realized my cock was much larger than other boys my age when comparing in the locker rooms of my sporting team mates. Boys will be boys and a number of them made lewd and suggestive, though flattering comments about my equipment.

I was eighteen when my mother first caught me masturbating in bed one morning before I left. She didn’t say a word and I can still recall her flushed cheeks and the lustful look in her eyes.

After that I often made a point of leaving the bathroom door open, hoping my mother would look in. The first time I was aware of her looking in I made a point of not looking at her, while I teased my cock to a full erection. By the time I ejaculated she was gone.

After a few weeks, Saturday morning became a tacit, regular fixture for us while she watched me masturbate wearing her dressing gown while she waited to use the shower. Any pretext of making out we knew each other was not watching each other was abandoned, though not a word was spoken as we held eye contact. After the second week she would let her dressing gown fall open and stand with her legs spread to show me her tits and pussy. I was too naive then to appreciate the way she trimmed her pubes in a Mohawk style.

The next week she was wearing heels for the first time as I learnt what an extra turn on a semi-naked woman can be in heels could be.

The first time she watched me ejaculate was a moment I will long ...

... treasure, as I teased and edged myself. Still not a word spoken, though I was almost embarrassed as I groaned like a wild animal. As she helped me dry off after, it was the first time she had spoken to me while watching me. “That is very naughty, but so exciting, I do like to watch my big boy enjoying himself. Would you like to watch me shower? Can you get it up for me again while you watch?” I did, and it was so good.

Lola, my mother’s divorced sister was a frequent visitor, they were very close, especially in summer when she came to share our swimming pool with us. By then it was obvious to me Aunty Lola had a strong interest in me as she paid special attention to me and asked lots of questions.

“Forget the Auntie Lola bit, just call me Lola from now on, I am five years younger than your forty-year old mother,” she told me on my nineteenth-birthday as she kissed me with the tip of her tongue and handed me a parcel. “Show your mother and I your presents. You can wear the white jock strap next time you play sport. Is the black bathing costume your size?” The last item was a very expensive and sexy male g-string, something I had always wanted to own, but couldn’t afford. “Better not show that one to your mother,” she smiled.

“Your mother told me she caught you masturbating. She told me you are very well endowed. Such a waste when I could have helped you,” Lola told me as my mother went inside for something after she and Lola had a terse, whispered conversation. “Is the ...