Thank you for reading my story, I hope that you enjoy it. Love Mica xx, Yorkshire England.
Please note that I am a British female, and I write in British English and vernacular, so for me a fanny is the correct term for female genitalia, a pussy is a pet cat, and the ass is a bum or arse.
I apologise for any typo errors in my story - I edit these myself, and I'm not perfect...
It had been my eighteenth just over a month ago and Mum and Dad had thrown me a party, it had been at the local golf club where Dad was a member, and Dad arranged the use of a function room. There was a DJ and a bar and loads of my friends and lots of my family were there, it had been fun and I had been rather drunk.
Just after that, Sarah my girlfriend decided that she didn't want to be my girlfriend any more, she rather wanted to be with Sally, and not with me. Oh, okay then. I had been a bit pissed off to be honest, I thought the sex had been great, but, what would I know, obviously not good enough, so much so that she preferred to be with someone who didn't even have a dick.
Mum had been sympathetic, "it's a designer thing, a phase, and Matthew," she had said to me, "it's her loss." Well, that didn't really help me feel better, but in truth I wasn't as sad as I could have been, more embarrassed I suppose. My older cousin Dave, from Mum's sister Auntie Jean, had thought it hilarious and teased me mercilessly, and that helped more than anything.
We had gone into town, drinking in the Mills, a dark and moody place full of bars and cafés that seemed to actually brighten my demeanour. Last night we had really tied one on and I had crashed on his Mum and Dad's sofa in their front room. I guessed Dave forgot about me and got up and went to work whilst I lay asleep in his front room.
"Oh, goodness, good morning Matthew," Auntie Jean said waking me up, "where did you come from?"
I shook my head, trying to get the fog of last nights drinking cleared. "Hi Aunty, er, I was out with Dave and I guess I crashed on your sofa. Sorry."
"Oh, don't be silly. Now Dave has gone to work, he obviously forgot about you. You can go up to the ensuite in my room and shower and freshen up, and I'll make you a coffee for when you come down. You can borrow a pair of Dave's underpants if you want."
"Thanks Aunty."
I went upstairs, I had no intention of borrowing Dave's underpants, if mine were unwearable then I would simply shove them in my pocket and go home just in my trousers, the very thought of wearing another man's undies, eurgh. In their bedroom I saw aunties underwear on her bed, and the dress that I guessed that she planned to wear when she got dressed for the day.
Her undies were simple bra and lacy knickers, skimpy knickers it had to be said unlike her bra which was quite a substantial affair, well, to be honest it needed to be. Like Mum, aunty was fully blessed in the boobs department. I quickly stripped and went into the ensuite and ran the shower and gave myself a thorough clean.
Dried and back in their bedroom I sniffed my underpants, they were fine, they would do until I got home, and dressed. Leaving the towel I used on the heated rail in the ensuite I went down to find Aunty. I knew my uncle worked away a lot, usually going Sunday evening or Monday morning and then returning on a Friday, so Aunty and Dave were usually pretty much left to their own devices during the week.
"Right then Matthew, here is a coffee, do you want any cereal?" Aunty said as I walked into the kitchen.
"Oh, thank you Aunty, and no to the cereal, I don't think I could manage any just yet."
"Right, come on, let's sit in the conservatory, the sun is out and it is warming nicely."
I took my coffee and headed to the conservatory and sat on the cane sofa, expecting Aunty to sit on the chair opposite, but no, she sat right next to me, and as she sat her robe partially opened, the silky fabric sliding off her legs. I could just see her knickers, oh my God.
"Well Matthew, no work today I am guessing."
I tore my eyes from Aunties crotch and tried not to think about my hardening dick caught in my underpants. "No Aunty, today is an off day."
"And how are you enjoying it?"
"Oh, it's okay. At the moment I am doing the PDI, that is Post Delivery Inspections of the new cars as they come in. It is mostly checking the paperwork is correct and taking off the protective stuff they use to transport it. I then pass it across to the cleaners who wash the car prior to display."
"Sounds quite involved Matthew."
"No, not really Aunty, I am just working my way around the dealership, eventually I hope to get into sales, although my boss thinks I would be better off in Service."
She shimmied on the sofa and her robe fell even more apart and I realised that I could see her crease through her knickers, God my dick felt like it was breaking in half. I managed, I don't know how, to tear my eyes away, I hadn't had so much as a sniff of fanny since Sarah dumped me, and this close to a real live fanny was playing havoc.
"Thanks for the coffee Aunty, I suppose I ought to get off, Mum'll wonder where I am."
"Yes, I expect she will," she said with a smile, looking, I was sure, at the bulge in my trousers. "You can pop round any time if you like, one of us is usually here and would be glad of the company."
I got up, painfully with my trapped dick it must be said, I couldn't wait to get outside and free my dick, no way I could do that in front of Aunty. We hugged by the door, and she said again that I was welcome for coffee anytime, shutting the door behind me. My hand was straight into my trousers to relieve the pressure. Thank God.
The bus home was bumpy but not crowded thankfully, I had a seat to myself, sat on one of the sideways seats just behind the driver, a girl was sat opposite and as she moved, I caught glimpses of her knickers, God, was the world punishing me because Sarah had dumped me? At home Mum asked where I had been and why hadn't I texted to say I wasn't coming home. God, in the doghouse again.
"I'm sorry Mum, we got back from town late and I crashed at Aunties on their settee. I had a quick shower this morning and got the bus back. I need to go and get some clean clothes on though."
"Well, okay then, but do try and let us know if you are not coming home, and, if you put dirty clothes on this morning, even though you showered, you ought to shower again, now, off you go."
Cripes I felt like I was six again, Mum has a way with her sometimes. I stripped off in my room and took my top and underpants with me to put in the laundry hamper in the bathroom, just as Mum was coming upstairs. God, no one wants their Mum to see them naked, especially with a bloody hard dick.
I got in the shower, my second of the day, and washed myself, ensuring every nook and cranny was clean and sweat free. I wrapped a towel about myself and headed back to my room, passing Mum and Dad's room I looked in, of course. Mum was standing in her bra and knickers looking in her mirror, God, I so could, she is so hot. I hurried into my room and sat on my bed.
My dick was rock hard, point straight up at my face, my foreskin stretching back revealing my piss hole. It wasn't painful, but I was just so fucking horny it was untrue. I grabbed my dick and began wanking when I heard Mum moving around on the landing. I let go of my dick and threw the towel over my groin just as Mum knocked and my door opened. God, that had been close.
"Right Matthew, what are you doing today, only if you have nothing planned, you can come with me to Waitrose and push the trolley for me, hurry up, get dressed." She was looking directly at my towel which was not exactly laying flat. Thank you dick.
"Okay Mum, give me a few minutes to sort out what I am going to wear."
"Don't forget to put the towel back on the rail to dry," she said as she turned and left, leaving my door wide open. I didn't move until I heard her going down the stairs. I still had a hard dick, but my desire to wank had gone. I waited a moment, threw the towel off and got up to get dressed.
As we drove to Waitrose I looked across at Mum. Her boobs nicely shaped and outlined by her dress, and her dress was riding up in the car seat, but didn't, sadly, go up enough to show me her knickers, for shame. I tried to imagine Mum in her underwear, the glimpse I had of her in her bedroom being only the latest in a long line of sneaky views.
She was very similar to Auntie Jean, big boobs and a shapely fanny, both fannies that I had only managed to see when covered with knickers, although I had managed to see Aunty Jeans crease through her knickers, and the memory of that was making me bloody hard again. Waitrose was going to be a chore with a hard dick.
I followed Mum around as she shopped, amused when she stopped in one aisle and bought some new blades for a lady's personal shaver, did she shave her fanny? I thought so with the views I had seen of her in her knickers, they did look snug. Aunty Jean did, that I could tell from this morning's viewing.
My mind was in overdrive and I was quite distracted, simply following Mum around and after the shaver blades I didn't really notice what she bought. Food, I guessed.
"Do you need any more underpants?"
"What, sorry, I was miles away."
"Goodness Matthew, whatever is going through that brain of yours. I was asking if you needed any new underwear?"
"Yes, I guess."
"Well they are over there, go and get yourself a pack and put them in your trolley. You are old enough to select your own now."
