The story youâre about to read is true, it happened to me at the tender age of eighteen (18), and I donât regret a single moment. Names have been changed for obvious reasons, nevertheless, this story explains in detail what I went through with my first sexual experience, and it also shows how I was moulded into adoring fetishes I never dreamed existed. As this ârelationshipâ lasted some time, it will be necessary to write this story in parts. I hope you enjoy reading this, and as always, your comments are welcomed. Thanks. ~ RadpidPulse18 ~
Chris and I had been friends for years. Weâd grown up together almost without a crossed word between us. We were simply inseparable. His father a dedicated long-distance lorry driver, often dragged us around the country for company while carrying out his deliveries. His mother Mary treated me like a son whenever I entered their house. A woman in her late forties of average looks, although somehow sexy with it (at the time this never crossed my mind). She always seemed happy despite her husband travelling the country leaving her with five children. I got on well with Mary, a really nice woman, nevertheless all that was about to change and I couldnât do anything about it. Was that a good thing, or bad? Iâll let you be the judge of that.
I sat in Maryâs living room as I had many times before, although this time something was different, Mary was different, but why? Iâd knocked the door for Chris and was told he was away with his father for the day. However, Mary invited me in all the same saying she wanted a chat with me. So why did she seem to be aggressive that day? Had I done something to upset her? We sat in total silence with an unusually strange atmosphere for what seemed like ages.
Mary sat in the chair opposite, her legs crossed with her skirt slightly raised showing her elegant - but chubby - thighs. I did look, it was hard not to, but I never thought of Mary in a sexual way. After all she was my best friends mother how could I possibly think such a thing. I felt uneasy. Why did she ask me in, and then sit without saying a word? I was eighteen for Christ sake, what the hell did I know about making conversation with adults?
Rising from her chair, Mary disappeared into the kitchen without saying a single word. My eyes followed her as she passed, her tight skirt showing the full roundness of her somewhat large arse. She returned some moments later, a tin of beer in each hand one of which she handed to me.
âIâve known you a long time Matt. Iâve watched you grow up, youâre polite, well mannered, and above all you treat women with respect and I like that. Iâve often wished youâd shack up with one of my daughters. However, you havenât and Iâm glad in one way. Have you ever had sex before?â She said pressing the tin of beer to her lips. I said I hadnât but couldnât understand why my friendâs mother was asking such a personal question.
âEvery woman has needs Matt,â she went on to say. âAnd as youâve probable worked out, Chrisâ Dad and I donât see eye-to-eye these days (actually I thought they got on okay). You see my needs are far greater than he can provide, and thatâs where you come in. Iâm glad you havenât taken any interest in my daughters because quite frankly Iâm a selfish bitch as youâre about to find out. Yeah, this bitch is going to take away all your innocence and before you think otherwise, you wonât have a fucking choice in the matter okay?â
I nodded.
âDonât look so scared Iâm offering you the chance of a lifetime, a chance to become a man before your time. Hereâs the deal: Whenever I want sex youâll be the one that provides it.â She was saying until I rudely interrupted (and wished I hadnât), I said it wasnât possible she was my friends mother I just couldnât do that, it was simply out of the question what the hell was she thinking anyway.
âYouâll do as youâre fucking told, because if you donât Iâll tell your mother you came on to me in a sexual way, and whatâs more, Iâll say you touched my breast after pinning me against the wall.â âAnd another thing, donât you ever fucking interrupt when Iâm talking. From now on youâll do as I say, forget that Mary shit, Iâm your Mistress and thatâs what youâll call me whenever weâre alone from this moment forward okay?â She bellowed across the room.