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When you get to the age where men start to notice you, many feeling can be both confusing and appealing. It's all to do with the physiological and psychological changes occurring simultaneously, never mind everything that had happened four years, back when mum and dad separated, I started my puberty close to my twelfth year, and breasts shortly afterwards.
Mum and I had moved home to another town, close to where her sister, my aunt Anita, stayed. We had taken a top floor apartment, two bedrooms and an open-plan living room with adjoining kitchen.
The apartments was six in total, where mostly older people lived, and one in particular, a Mr Johnson, had taken a shine to me, and that was putting it kindly, mum summed it up nicely, by teasing me by saying, 'He had the 'Hots' for me', though why a man in his late fifties could be interested in a girl as young as his Grand-daughter.
Mum's love life had taken a big step backwards too, she was in her mid-thirties, still a very statuesque woman with a voluptuous figure, firm breasts, and a bum to die for, but she had gone reclusive, since she and daddy parted, and no amount of cajoling from her sister, would tempt her into another relationship, or even the occasional, 'One night stand', as aunt Anita suggested, 'Your mother needs a good cock occasionally', she said once when she was drunk, 'she shagged like a rabbit when she was your age', that made me laugh.
So that is the background to my story, a sexually starved divorcee and her u******e daughter, attracting men, for the their same basic urge.
Of course none of this was prevalent or constantly on my mind, or mothers for that, we just went about our business as per norm, neither of us aware of impending needs or urges, though I had mentioned about the old man on the first floor, staring up my skirt as I walked up them, and talking incessantly to me, mum laughed at my constant babbling, telling me I must enjoy his attention, and making his cock hard.
In the two years I was aware of Mr Johnson lecherous intentions on me, imaginary or otherwise, I had started to turn my skirt up around my waistband, so he could see more of my thighs, I did have long legs and was starting to enjoy the light-headed feeling I got, knowing he was looking up past my hemline, mum had guessed it too, I bet she did the same as a girl.
In all our environment had become routine and boring, but something outside my routine and of which I had no control over was happening in our home, mum was changing, she was starting to drink more and talk incessantly about men, hating and loving them simultaneously.
Her dress sense was more provocative and revealing, and on a couple of occasions, I caught her watching hard-core porn, and the noises coming from her room left no doubt in my mind she was masturbating now, not occasionally when she had been drinking, but constantly, it was as if she had come alive again, like she was at my age, aunt Anita was right, mother was a very hot lady sexually.
Then one Friday afternoon I had been in town when a sudden downpour started and I made for the nearest bus-stop. Shortly afterwards mum rushed into the same stop, I was shocked at her appearance, she looked like a French Tart, with her large diamond stockings and low-cut top, and short skirt.
She had been drinking and I could smell it on her breath, 'Mum, WTF', I asked her, 'I'm having fun baby', she brushed me off casually, with her remark, as the bus arrived, and thankfully both the bus and the bus-stop were empty, so my embarrassment was saved.
As we walked and turned onto the road leading down to our house, she remarked, 'Are you not going to give Mr Johnson a show darling'?
In a show of mock anger I turned my skirt and extra turn, leaving my hemline just below my knickers, in an attempt to embarrass her for the way she looked.
Poor Mr Johnson, did not know where to look, at mum or myself. I had never actually saw mum and Mr Johnson meet face to face, but their cordiality showed me they knew each other well enough, 'Hi Pia', he said to mum as she walked up to him, and as I came through the door, 'Mariel', he said, his eyes dropping to my short skirt, and his mouth falling open, 'My God, your legs', was all he said, as mum beamed beside him, Isn't she a big girl now Borg', she commented, and I could see she was leaning on him?
I felt a pang of jealousy, teasing his affections was my domain for years. Suddenly, Borg, or Mr Johnson, an old man hiding from society, was the apple of our little household, Borg had his foot under our table, and judging by mothers affection towards him, perhaps another part of his anatomy had been poking her as she discovered her love of sex.
I climbed the stairwell, using my f******n years to my advantage, stopping at eye-level, as Borg left mummies side to come over as he always did, to the edge and look up, only this time, I had one foot up on the next step, ensuring my crotch was exposed to his leering, Why don't you invite Borg up for dinner mummy', and as I spoke, Borg and I fixed gazes, only his were on my crotch, and when he did look into my eyes, he saw I was smiling?
Mother beamed, as if she knew something I did not, sometimes people know you better than yourself, was I being so predictable?
'He is darling, I already invited Borg', she replied, with a slight hint of knowing sarcasm, which made me rise to the occasion.
'Good', I replied, and I continued up the stairs, leaving them to follow behind.
I went into the house and straight into my bedroom, and in a fit of pique, retorted by removing my underwear, I was feeling the need to challenge my mother, and using my youth was one way, having sex with the old man would teach her a lesson not to fuck with me, but alas, as I was about to find out, that scenario had been also been covered, they were ascending the stairs for the sole purpose of Borg fucking me, my mother's consent having being agreed to let him, being given as he fucked her, and had been for the last year.
I was standing completely nude when my door opened without a knock, and I turned to see them both standing there, the look on Borg's face said it all, seeing such a young body naked before him.
'There', mum said quietly, 'See how exquisite she is Borg, tiny tits and hairless cunt, just needing a man's touch, and as she spoke her voice was thick, and she ushered Borg into my room.
I had a piece of clothing in my hand ready to put on, 'Don't bother with that darling', she said pointing to the clothes I was holding, 'be a fucking woman and get into bed with Borg and pleasure him'.
I was stunned and let my top drop from my hand, feeling my knees weaken as Borg moved towards me.
My heart pounded as he closed-in, I had never been naked in front of a man, let alone this man, now his fingers were tugging at my nipples as he pulled them roughly, twisting them until they hurt.
He pushed me slightly, enough to make me lose my balance and fall back onto my bed, where I lay with my feet still on the ground, and Borg's legs between my knees. I could still feel him on my hard nipples, even though they were undoing his pants.
Mother had moved behind him and was reaching round and pulling his zipper down, reached in and was now holding his cock, as his pats and underpants had dropped to his ankles, she stroked him slowly, and it was as if Borg's entirety was just to support this massive cock mum stroked.
'Open your fucking legs', mum snarled, and I as if in some mesmeric state of mind, pulled my knees upwards and back, exposing my whole crotch in its entirety to take this cock inside.
I remember seeing Borg's old wizened face come closer to my own upturned face, his smell filling my nostrils, as his tongue prized my lips open and he stuck his tongue into my mouth, washing my mouth cavity with his saliva.
My legs were high over his shoulders and I could feel my crotch being prodded with his huge thick cock, the fact his hands were holding my legs open, meant the probing must have been my mother feeding his cock into me, and I remember gasping as he opened me wide and sank down on top of my body, my legs feeling they had been torn open and wide.
He lay on top of me for a minute or so, feeling my poor vagina react to such a violent tearing, I was squeezing his cock involuntarily, and I was powerless to reach down and feel him inside me, then he began to move, rising and easing his weight off me, then back down hard, only to repeat again an again.
I turned my head to the side and saw our reflection in the mirror on my wardrobe, there was something strangely exciting about seeing yourself being fucked, but it was not that that held my gaze, it was mother, she was naked too, and her face was buried into his ass cheeks, as he rose and fell onto me, such a beautiful woman 'rimming' such an old man, an old man grunting like a Rhino as he serviced our household, so long devoid of a man to do the manly duty for a woman and her daughter.
The humping was more pronounced as the pain was gone, the fleshy grinding was pleasurable and acceptable, as I clung onto his skeletal body, my own rising response needing that final thrust to trigger my orgasm, now mother stood silently stroking herself as she watched us, my moaning and his grunting a perfect accompaniment to the slurping noises from our cock/cunt interaction.
'That's it Borg', mum encouraged, 'Fuck her, Fuck her', she moaned over and over, our lips meshed again, helping to stifle our oral acknowledgement of our cumming, my thighs tightening with a rigidity and vice-like lock, somehow a bucket of ice water might be needed to separate us, I think I did inherit my mother's sexual genes.
Mum and I had moved home to another town, close to where her sister, my aunt Anita, stayed. We had taken a top floor apartment, two bedrooms and an open-plan living room with adjoining kitchen.
The apartments was six in total, where mostly older people lived, and one in particular, a Mr Johnson, had taken a shine to me, and that was putting it kindly, mum summed it up nicely, by teasing me by saying, 'He had the 'Hots' for me', though why a man in his late fifties could be interested in a girl as young as his Grand-daughter.
Mum's love life had taken a big step backwards too, she was in her mid-thirties, still a very statuesque woman with a voluptuous figure, firm breasts, and a bum to die for, but she had gone reclusive, since she and daddy parted, and no amount of cajoling from her sister, would tempt her into another relationship, or even the occasional, 'One night stand', as aunt Anita suggested, 'Your mother needs a good cock occasionally', she said once when she was drunk, 'she shagged like a rabbit when she was your age', that made me laugh.
So that is the background to my story, a sexually starved divorcee and her u******e daughter, attracting men, for the their same basic urge.
Of course none of this was prevalent or constantly on my mind, or mothers for that, we just went about our business as per norm, neither of us aware of impending needs or urges, though I had mentioned about the old man on the first floor, staring up my skirt as I walked up them, and talking incessantly to me, mum laughed at my constant babbling, telling me I must enjoy his attention, and making his cock hard.
In the two years I was aware of Mr Johnson lecherous intentions on me, imaginary or otherwise, I had started to turn my skirt up around my waistband, so he could see more of my thighs, I did have long legs and was starting to enjoy the light-headed feeling I got, knowing he was looking up past my hemline, mum had guessed it too, I bet she did the same as a girl.
In all our environment had become routine and boring, but something outside my routine and of which I had no control over was happening in our home, mum was changing, she was starting to drink more and talk incessantly about men, hating and loving them simultaneously.
Her dress sense was more provocative and revealing, and on a couple of occasions, I caught her watching hard-core porn, and the noises coming from her room left no doubt in my mind she was masturbating now, not occasionally when she had been drinking, but constantly, it was as if she had come alive again, like she was at my age, aunt Anita was right, mother was a very hot lady sexually.
Then one Friday afternoon I had been in town when a sudden downpour started and I made for the nearest bus-stop. Shortly afterwards mum rushed into the same stop, I was shocked at her appearance, she looked like a French Tart, with her large diamond stockings and low-cut top, and short skirt.
She had been drinking and I could smell it on her breath, 'Mum, WTF', I asked her, 'I'm having fun baby', she brushed me off casually, with her remark, as the bus arrived, and thankfully both the bus and the bus-stop were empty, so my embarrassment was saved.
As we walked and turned onto the road leading down to our house, she remarked, 'Are you not going to give Mr Johnson a show darling'?
In a show of mock anger I turned my skirt and extra turn, leaving my hemline just below my knickers, in an attempt to embarrass her for the way she looked.
Poor Mr Johnson, did not know where to look, at mum or myself. I had never actually saw mum and Mr Johnson meet face to face, but their cordiality showed me they knew each other well enough, 'Hi Pia', he said to mum as she walked up to him, and as I came through the door, 'Mariel', he said, his eyes dropping to my short skirt, and his mouth falling open, 'My God, your legs', was all he said, as mum beamed beside him, Isn't she a big girl now Borg', she commented, and I could see she was leaning on him?
I felt a pang of jealousy, teasing his affections was my domain for years. Suddenly, Borg, or Mr Johnson, an old man hiding from society, was the apple of our little household, Borg had his foot under our table, and judging by mothers affection towards him, perhaps another part of his anatomy had been poking her as she discovered her love of sex.
I climbed the stairwell, using my f******n years to my advantage, stopping at eye-level, as Borg left mummies side to come over as he always did, to the edge and look up, only this time, I had one foot up on the next step, ensuring my crotch was exposed to his leering, Why don't you invite Borg up for dinner mummy', and as I spoke, Borg and I fixed gazes, only his were on my crotch, and when he did look into my eyes, he saw I was smiling?
Mother beamed, as if she knew something I did not, sometimes people know you better than yourself, was I being so predictable?
'He is darling, I already invited Borg', she replied, with a slight hint of knowing sarcasm, which made me rise to the occasion.
'Good', I replied, and I continued up the stairs, leaving them to follow behind.
I went into the house and straight into my bedroom, and in a fit of pique, retorted by removing my underwear, I was feeling the need to challenge my mother, and using my youth was one way, having sex with the old man would teach her a lesson not to fuck with me, but alas, as I was about to find out, that scenario had been also been covered, they were ascending the stairs for the sole purpose of Borg fucking me, my mother's consent having being agreed to let him, being given as he fucked her, and had been for the last year.
I was standing completely nude when my door opened without a knock, and I turned to see them both standing there, the look on Borg's face said it all, seeing such a young body naked before him.
'There', mum said quietly, 'See how exquisite she is Borg, tiny tits and hairless cunt, just needing a man's touch, and as she spoke her voice was thick, and she ushered Borg into my room.
I had a piece of clothing in my hand ready to put on, 'Don't bother with that darling', she said pointing to the clothes I was holding, 'be a fucking woman and get into bed with Borg and pleasure him'.
I was stunned and let my top drop from my hand, feeling my knees weaken as Borg moved towards me.
My heart pounded as he closed-in, I had never been naked in front of a man, let alone this man, now his fingers were tugging at my nipples as he pulled them roughly, twisting them until they hurt.
He pushed me slightly, enough to make me lose my balance and fall back onto my bed, where I lay with my feet still on the ground, and Borg's legs between my knees. I could still feel him on my hard nipples, even though they were undoing his pants.
Mother had moved behind him and was reaching round and pulling his zipper down, reached in and was now holding his cock, as his pats and underpants had dropped to his ankles, she stroked him slowly, and it was as if Borg's entirety was just to support this massive cock mum stroked.
'Open your fucking legs', mum snarled, and I as if in some mesmeric state of mind, pulled my knees upwards and back, exposing my whole crotch in its entirety to take this cock inside.
I remember seeing Borg's old wizened face come closer to my own upturned face, his smell filling my nostrils, as his tongue prized my lips open and he stuck his tongue into my mouth, washing my mouth cavity with his saliva.
My legs were high over his shoulders and I could feel my crotch being prodded with his huge thick cock, the fact his hands were holding my legs open, meant the probing must have been my mother feeding his cock into me, and I remember gasping as he opened me wide and sank down on top of my body, my legs feeling they had been torn open and wide.
He lay on top of me for a minute or so, feeling my poor vagina react to such a violent tearing, I was squeezing his cock involuntarily, and I was powerless to reach down and feel him inside me, then he began to move, rising and easing his weight off me, then back down hard, only to repeat again an again.
I turned my head to the side and saw our reflection in the mirror on my wardrobe, there was something strangely exciting about seeing yourself being fucked, but it was not that that held my gaze, it was mother, she was naked too, and her face was buried into his ass cheeks, as he rose and fell onto me, such a beautiful woman 'rimming' such an old man, an old man grunting like a Rhino as he serviced our household, so long devoid of a man to do the manly duty for a woman and her daughter.
The humping was more pronounced as the pain was gone, the fleshy grinding was pleasurable and acceptable, as I clung onto his skeletal body, my own rising response needing that final thrust to trigger my orgasm, now mother stood silently stroking herself as she watched us, my moaning and his grunting a perfect accompaniment to the slurping noises from our cock/cunt interaction.
'That's it Borg', mum encouraged, 'Fuck her, Fuck her', she moaned over and over, our lips meshed again, helping to stifle our oral acknowledgement of our cumming, my thighs tightening with a rigidity and vice-like lock, somehow a bucket of ice water might be needed to separate us, I think I did inherit my mother's sexual genes.
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