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Carols breasts were a fascination to me and although she didn't dress to show them off out of the house, when at home or previously visiting us at our house I got to ogle them on many occasions, which in turn led to more moments alone masturbating; to put it mildly I couldn't take my eyes off Aunt Carols breast whenever I got the chance to take a peak On the occasion when they visited for the Christmas of 81 I found myself alone with mum and Carol and they teased me about girls and stuff and they seemed to be egging each other on to draw me out of my shell, Carol even asked if I was a bum, boobs or legs and when she said boobs she pulled her elbows in and made a huge cleavage form with her breast, I looked, mum looked and even Carol looked down before mum laughed, "Clearly a boobs man me thinks", they laughed more and I just looked longingly at such a perfect place to bury my face.That was just one of a number of "incidents" over that week where I got a good look at both women in various situations that innocently flashed cleavage and legs off By the time the summer had come around I'd seen much more of mum around the house in various states of undress, after the first few weeks of the new year it was clear how it was only when my sisters were out of the house and we were safely alone that mum would seem to be much more relaxed with her new found state of exposure, the sexual tension was immense and I was cumming for England 2 or 3 times a day.Gill and I were sent off to bed and I lay there for the next 15 minutes masturbating with mum and Carol in my thoughts, sounds of their laughter emanating through the floorboards only enhances this particular experience and as always I projected ropes of hot white cum all over my tummy.It was actually whilst on this holiday that led me to a sexual act that I've not really shared with others until many years later, and that was the act of masturbating with my legs raised and my hips as close to my head as possible, this meant that when I came I could just about get my cock in my mouth and could splash my cum all over my face and into my mouth.For the next few hours I thought about mum, what she had just said and maybe what she meant in her words, "take care of me" it could have meant anything, but it was the way she said it, accompanied with the whisper, the tone of her voice and the look on her face; it was a private word and not a general goodbye thing to say.
Just like those times with mum when anything in the slightest way naughty happened it never happened when other people were around.Not only did I fantasise about my mother but I'd been spying on her now for at least 18 months and had on many occasions seen her in various stages of undress, in the bath and on a few occasions seen her totally naked and on fully glorious show..mum was simply a beautiful goddess of sheer womanhood and her pert firm breast and dark pubic hair still cause a stir today over 30 years on, but that's another story.. This story is based around real events and involves me and my Aunty Carol, my mother's older sister.Unlike most of my friends I had recently turned 18 years of age and to my growing concerns I was still a virgin, I'd been with a few girls and had many a kiss, fumble and a finger but not actually "Done it".
As you can imagine my hormones were in overdrive and my dick was in a constant state of erection and so masturbating 2 or 3 times a day wasn't unusual, what might be a little unusual compared to the rest of my friends was the main object of my desires and the focal point of my fantasies wasn't Sarah Curtis or Mandy Carter the local stunners but was in fact my own mother.
Well the day passed well with me and Gill going out and about, down to the beach, alone the seafront and in the amusement arcades, mum had left us with pocket money for each day so we always had things to do and places to enjoy.