Chapter 1: Churned In the Tub
Sex has always been a taboo topic in my family. My mother, Judith, enforced a strict ban on pornography in our home, and on the rare (but still far too often) occasion when she caught me masturbating, she made it clear that she was
displeased.
She never tried to impose a ban on masturbation, thankfully. But the tone that she tried to set was clear: Porn? Bad. Masturbation? Bad. Sex?
Badder! Most Bad!
This went over about as well as you would expect. I masturbated. I found porn. My friends made copies of stuff and slipped it to me on burnt CD-ROMs disguised as music. (Which triggered a lecture on music piracy when
those
were discovered.)
When the internet got big, she limited our access to it and had some weird-ass software installed on the router that blocked access to most pornography. It didn't completely stop me from watching porn when I wanted to, but it was an unnecessary hurdle. (Thanks Mom.)
Thankfully, my Aunt Jenny was there to act as a balance (of sorts) to Mom's prudish attitude. She told me that sex wasn't a bad thing and nothing to be ashamed of. Jenny
loved
sex, a lot, and wasn't shy about it.
Jenny Sarah Dell, my Aunt.
Voluptuous, stacked, curvy. All of these words apply, but fall short of seeing the woman in the flesh. Six foot five,
HH
bust size (at least), curvy ass, red hair down to the small of her back, and her voice...Her voice! Pure sex. Husky, sultry, tempting, it made promises that you
knew
her body could keep.
"Could you pass the butter, Ryan?" She asked, taking a deep breath that made
HH
cup breasts strain against a cream-colored blouse. (This was at a small family dinner, just Jenny, Judith, and I. My Mom had just left the table to grab a pie out of the oven.)
I passed the butter, brazenly staring into her generous cleavage. I wanted to
lick
the butter off of them. She bit her lower lip, watching my struggle to turn my eyes in a direction that was decent.
"Thank you," she purred, taking the butter dish from my trembling hand. As I watched, she rubbed a finger against the butter, then trailed it through her generous cleavage. It left an oily sheen on her pale skin.
I gave a start at this, embarrassed at being caught out so easily. She chuckled, dabbed her tits with a napkin, and winked at me.
Judy disapproved of her sister's occasional flirting with her son, which is why Aunt Jenny did it so rarely, but when she did, it provided me with plenty of fapping material.
The summer after I graduated high school, one of my friends slipped me a DVD, wrapped in brown paper. It was a four hour compilation porn movie with a slip of paper inside that told me which scene to look for.
I waited until I knew my Mom wouldn't be home for a few hours, popped it in my DVD player, and watched. My Aunt Jenny's voice purred from my laptop speakers, her hand wrapped around a man's cock, remarking upon how large it was, how
thick
. She blew it, fucked it, and begged him to shoot all over her fat tits.
It was glorious. I shot several thick ropes of cum all over my chest. I was exhausted, dehydrated, and sore after an hour of watching that scene on repeat.
I didn't get a chance to see my Aunt Jenny that summer. She was "working at whatever she does for a living whenever she isn't slutting it up" according to my Mom, the disapproval in her voice clear.
A day after getting all huffy over her sister "slutting it up", I got home early from work and found my prude Mother sunbathing
nude
in our fenced backyard. I'd gone up to my room to change out of sweaty clothes and I saw a flash of pink out my window that drew my eye.
I caught my Mom getting to her feet and watched her slip back into a black one-piece bathing suit that clung to her abundant curves. It left (almost) nothing to my imagination.
My Mom is taller than I am, but shorter than Aunt Jenny. She's around six foot two (I'm merely six feet), her bust size is approximately two-thirds of Aunt Jen's, short blonde hair, startling green eyes, and the most luscious, heart-shaped ass I've ever seen on any woman, ever, anywhere. No pornstar I'd ever seen could match my Mommy when it came to her ass. Big, tight, curvy, delicious. I wanted it as much as I wanted Aunt Jenny's rack.
She was quick, trying to jiggle everything back into the one-piece. Too little, too late, Mother.
I saw everything.
Well, almost everything. Her nipples eluded my gaze, damn it!
She called out as she was climbing the stairs to the second floor, asking if I was home. I responded in the affirmative and stepped out into the hallway. Mommy's skin was slick with sweat and...Coconut oil? Coconut oil.
Definitely
.
The black suit looked even better up close. I was shirtless, I'd slipped into some shorts as she climbed the stairs. I'd long ago determined that her nipples were of the "puffy" varietal, though I'd never gotten a peek. Whatever she wore, the nipples were always prominent, but never erect.
Mom murmured something about dinner in an hour, I mumbled something back and slipped past her on my way to the bathroom, managing to believably brush my bare chest against hers. Mom gave a little "whoops" and put a hand on my chest, gently pushing me away, giggling.
"Clumsy today, are we?"
I mumbled yes and ogled her ass as she jiggled towards her room. She didn't turn around once.
I hit the shower and erupted, cum shooting everywhere.
My Mom and Aunt aren't the only ones in our family that were genetically blessed. The few pictures I have of my Dad (who died in a car crash, mid 90s) showed him to be handsome and fit. We look a lot alike.
I'm six foot, lean and fit (visible six-pack fit), and I have a thick cock. I'd learn much later that I got
that
from my Dad, too.
I was (and still am) obviously, an attractive young man. Which turned out to be a gift and a curse. In addition to my Mother attempts to keep me away from pornography, she also did a pretty damn good job of ruining my attempts to score.
Despite being active in sports, handsome, and horny as a goat, I was also, technically, a virgin when I turned eighteen. No thanks to my prude Mom.
I fought with her about attending a college that wasn't in-town. She wanted me to stay at home, I wanted dorms, or a frat. I wanted to
fuck
something, and I was tired of jacking off to my Aunt's porn, or fantasies of ripping that one-piece from Mommy's body, mounting her from behind and...
You get the picture.
Well, I won that battle. Freshman year was at a college four hours away from home. My friends were sympathetic to my sexual needs, and they had friends on campus. They tipped off the right people that a hot, young, throbbing, virginal freshman with a big dong was coming in hot and needed a place to land.
Enter Gail, the woman who didn't so much take my virginity as steal it. She was a Senior with a tight-body and a
magnificent
ass, blond hair, and blue eyes.
UNF
Gail had spent her freshman, sophomore, and junior years perfecting her cock-sucking technique. One of the first things she did with me was take me in her mouth and make me see stars. My thickness was a "real challenge" for her, she told me. "This is a
nice
cock. Seriously, Ryan. Jesus. Some girls will tell you they don't care about size and feed you a line about 'the motion of the ocean', no. They care. Every girl wants to have something like
this