I have submitted this elsewhere so another version exists in cyberspace with the ages relating to the UK legal age of consent which is 16. The main charater who relates the story is coming up to that age.
As with one of my other stories posted here, A New Life Spent in Perpetual Orgy (group)I have modified this story to respect the Literotica age rules, although in these 2 parts, 1 and 2, intercourse and oral do not take place.
These chapters were designed to lead into the title theme of Becoming a Man. Chapter 3 is under construction and I hope to follow with it quite soon.
I was concerned that something would be lost with the modifications. The concept of initiation at the legal age with the tease building up to it is part of the story's flavour.
I would be interested to know what people think of this version.
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Part 1
This story begins just before I turned 19. My parents had been moved abroad with my father's work and they had arranged for me to be taken in by my mother's best friend from her schooldays, Barbara. This was an ideal situation as I happily got on with Barb and her only daughter Emma who was 18, a few months younger than me and very much a surrogate sister, much like Barb was to my mother.
Barb's husband had died several years earlier which was another reason Emma and I were close. Being an only child, as I was, she found a soul mate in me which saw her through the loss. We spent a lot of time together and observers quietly noted that we seemed like a courting couple, though the pseudo sibling element unconsciously got in the way, so we weren't aware of it.
Both mother and daughter were attractive which I was aware of. Their relationship was immediately obvious, both stood a little over five feet, both had dark hair and liquid chocolate eyes framed by adorable faces. They differed in their builds, Emma being slim and athletic and exquisitely proportioned with Barb having a fuller hour glass figure, wider hips, rounder thighs a narrow waist topped by large breasts. They were both toned though with Barb still maintaining a flat tummy. In fact Barb's figure had the more immediate effect on me. Nothing moved in the wrong direction and she had a sultry erotic quality that stimulated an almost animal lust.
Living in the house with only Emma and Barb was a new and exciting experience. We had known each other for so long that the usual modesty started to slip. At first with Emma. The house was a small three bedroom cottage with one bathroom all upstairs, so it was difficult maintaining any modesty. Because we had known each other for so long we almost immediately fell into a family situation in that we simply lived with each other. Evenings would see us ready for bed, watching the telly, trotting from bedroom to bathroom. If they had actually been my family none of this would have had an impression but this did.
The other problem was me specifically. For some time I had known I was different from the normal. Biology had illustrated it and the school showers proved it with the incessant teasing. I was called donkey. Still a skinny youth my slimness only served to pronounce my assets. I gathered that my balls were at least twice the size of normal nuts and my cock was shocking. Flacid it hung a good thick 6 inches with a position which suggested mild arousal, it sort of announced itself. Erect I had measured it at 11 inches without the common floppiness often seen in porn films when featuring the well endowed. When hard I got almost painfully hard. The other quirky trait I seemed to have, though this I only surmised from the text books and occasional porn film, was that I produced huge amounts of cum. Usually some time before actually ejaculating I ran with cum, boiling over and running down my shaft. It gave me long orgasms.
This was a problem because although Emma had heard the rumours and no doubt told her mother (they shared) I was nervous as hell that they should actually get the full picture. At this time I was still a virgin and actually feared the real thing since I was convinced what I had below would terrify any girlfriend away.
So, I spent my time trying to conceal myself more than they did. Which, as they became more relaxed caused me no end of problems. I lived in perpetual horniness, feverishly masturbating twice a day. When alone in the house I found myself going through their rooms, touching and smelling their clothes, finding a headiness in stuff which was close to their skin. I started to develop fetishes, deprived of actual sex, I sought whatever sensation I could find. I found I had a thing for detail. I watched them in the normal things, the way they moved, the shape of their hands, necks, feet. This last was a problem. Both Barb and Emma had fantastic bodies but they both possessed perfect feet. Beautifully proportioned, wonderful shape, no roughness. Just very pretty feet. And they were virtually always barefoot around the house. I was worried they would discover how often I masturbated, I was surrounded by constant stimulation.
It was the start of the summer holidays and I had broken up from school a full week before Emma. Barb worked part time with different shifts through the week and was around the house at varying times. One morning as I was finishing up in the bathroom Barb was talking with me from her room, the conversation was about nothing in particular but with a towel round my waist I went to her door. She carried on talking as though it was perfectly usual and because I didn't immediately leave or avert my eyes I found it increasingly difficult to actually do one or the other. Barb was sorting through some clothes wearing only her bra and panties. She looked fabulous and without breaking conversation selected a pair of tights, put them on with the rest of her office outfit, a conservative skirt and jacket.
There was no way she could not have noticed my cock straining against the towel and as soon as I could I slipped away to my room. I dropped the towel, lay flat on the bed and started to stroke with a vengeance, eyes tightly shut conjuring that first image of Barb in her panties and bra, which has been burned into my memory.
Lost to this vision I was totally unaware that Barb was standing in the doorway, not until my cock started its voracious stream of cum, soaking my balls did I open my eyes and see the object of my impending orgasm watching with an expression of absolute pure lust. She said nothing but our eyes locked as I cried out her name and came. Thick cords of cum jumped from my cock and my hips thrust up as I tensed and writhed, completely out of control. Abruptly it ended, I slumped into the mattress and in doing so broke the eye contact. When I looked up again she had gone. Moments later I heard the front door close.
I spent the rest of the day in confused terror. Convinced I was going to be admonished and hugely embarrassed later that evening. I stayed in my room almost shaking when she returned at the same time as Emma. After a while Barb called up that she had prepared a supper. I had no choice but to go down and face the music.
Nothing. It was as if nothing had happened. The evening went by and we all went to bed. In the morning though I understood why. The same events happened. I avoided standing at her door but she told me to, as I did, I saw her standing in the room wearing panties and bra. Just standing there, looking at me. Saying nothing she picked up her tights, sat on the edge of the bed, legs open as she prepared the nylons and then slowly pulled them on. I hurriedly left as I again hardened up. This was different though, she let me watch. I left my door ajar and lay so she could get a good view. I came again with her in the doorway, this time though with her stare fixed on my cock.
This ritual went on every morning for the whole week and we became different round the house. Glances, little knowing smiles. Barb went the extra distance with relaxed modesty, she took to moving around the house when getting dressed, letting me see her in her bra and panties a lot. Emma began to notice and one evening she came to my room. I was sitting crossed legged on my bed wearing only a dressing gown. Emma came in and mirrored my position but she wore a T-shirt so her legs were right in front of me and being crossed I could see her panties stretched over her pussy.
"Charlie"
"What?" it came out slightly nervously. Her manner said something.
"I need to ask you something"
"OK"
"Is there something between you and Mum?" she came straight out with it. No messing around, straight to the point. I could hardly speak and neither could I lie to her. I loved this girl in a way I still did not understand. I murmured "Sort of" to which she had a sharp intake of breath, held it for a while and then slowly let it out.
"Have you slept with her?" she asked slowly.
I told her everything. How it started and how she watched, how I watched.
"She's seen you cumming?" Emma's eyes were wide. "she actually watches you cumming"
"Yes"