Category INCEST-TABOO --in Aussie Land - file Oct 29th thru Nov. 6th
Entry in " In a Sunburned Country event." Contest.
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Introduction - All individuals are over 18 years old. Australian slang is translated in parentheses. Yes, I am very fortunate in having a loving mum who birthed me and I am now able to return to the place from which I took origin. .
FUCKING MUM
I remember how it all started. How could I forget? That was the summer I started having sex with Mum.
I had just graduated high school. Mum said that Arthur, her old manager, was an alumni of Melbourne High School. He had insisted when I was born, that I should someday attend and in fact had registered me years before I was of age. It's a serious "all boy's" high school so it is very conservative, no girls to derail your concentration. The school prides itself on being top drawer and points to a number of alumni who became famous as politicians and free thinkers. If any alumni became criminals, no mention is made of that. Without a doubt, our alumni were all wankers. In fact, all of us were, what young men are not?
I expect to be attending the University of Melbourne in the fall so I desperately wanted a summer job. Aussie Universities are very expensive and I know it will be quite a burden on my Mum. I was hoping with a summer job I could save a little money to help out.
It was Mom's idea that I act as her driver or as he called it, "My chauffeur" for the summer. She arranged my employment though her company. Mum is an executive in a Melbourne advertising agency and her job requires that she visit various clients to discuss new advertising campaigns for TV shows, billboards and magazine advertisements.
Most of her consultations with clients are based on market research. The inhouse staff at Biddlebee and Gates, one of the foremost ad agencies in Aussieland, conduct detailed surveys by telephone and in person to find out what people think of a product and how it might be improved. Advertising suggestions are also tested by showing many people different commercials and asking them to discuss their reactions. From their consensus the best ads in house chosen.
Crocodile Dundee, played by Paul Hogan, was a popular character in Australia. After his films became popular he became internationally renowned and was chosen as a spokesman for the Aussie Tourist Board. Maybe you remember the "Shrimps on the Barbe" clip. Well, after that came on the telly, a Japanese liquor company wanted to use Paul for an advert. When the idea was tested, it turned out that Hogan was not a good choice for that product. Had he been the proposed spokesman the client would have wasted a lot of money. A famous pop star ended up as the spokesman for a very successful Suntory campaign.
I was really excited to be Mom's chauffeur. I really got a blast out of driving the large company car that they had furnished her. It was a Jaguar XJ-Vanden Plas Majestic. If you don't know the model, it is a large car, very roomy built on the style of a Rolls Royce but more sporty. Mom would sit in the back seat, her data resting on those beautiful fold down burl walnut tables reviewing her sales material. She looked so regal there, as if she was a Princess herself and I with my very professional chauffeur's cap and jacket would be seated up front as the driver.
My mum let me use the Jag for my School Formal, which is similar to what the Yanks call a senior prom. Mum insisted that I take her girlfriend's daughter Penelope Smith to the dance. I don't think mum knew that Pene as she was known was quite promiscuous, but maybe she did. Up until then my closest attempt at having real sex was some heavy make out sessions with my cousin Irina when we visited the relatives in Cambria for a few days after graduation.
At least Irina gave me the chance to experience what two nice tits felt like and the realization that a pussy was more than a house cat. Irena loved to play with my blond hair. I am a few inches taller than she is and she is tall for a girl. It was a warm sunny day, the kind of day when the sun could really burn and you would not realize it until it was too late. We decided to go for a swim in the family's pool. When I stripped down to my speedo, she admired my body and said,
"You have the body of a Greek god."
That was a nice complement. I do try to stay in shape. Well one thing led to another and a kiss and a fondle turned into a grand snogging sessions (make out) that stopped just before real intercourse. After all, we were cousins but we got pretty close. I'd never known what pussy smelled and tasted like and now it was my favorite flavor. Of course I couldn't control my cock and I came all over Irina's tits and belly, a good thing she'd taken off her bra or she'd have had a hard time explaining those white sticky puddles.
The date with Penelope went quite nicely. I picked her up and drove her to the dance At the Victoria Hotel we mingled with friends and I held her tightly while we danced the slow sets. Towards the end of the evening she asked me to take her outside for some fresh air and a smoke. Once we were a hundred meters from the dance she grabbed my cock through my pants and before I knew it, she had unzipped me and was on her knees sucking me with an energy that I found wonderfully excessive.
"Do you want to fuck me?" she whimpered with my cock still in her mouth.
"Sure, of course."
Within moments she was on the park bench with her dress lifted up above her belly and I was ready to enter her.
"Do you have a rubber?"
"No," I answered.
"Well, hold on, only a bogan (redneck) would fuck without one."
She rummaged through her small handbag that looked like a shiny little cat covered with sequins. Bingo,
"I have one here," and she pulled out a condom in a foil wrapper, ripped it open and rolled it on my dick.
I didn't waste any time and in retrospect it probably wasn't a perfect fuck for her, but oh my God I loved it, I was rapted (very happy). Now I knew completely what it meant to be a man and I realized that it was time, as they say, to put away childish things and concentrate on tits and ass. I sure admired a well curved ass but as of yet my limited expertise was a frontal affair. Enough about me and my youthful adventures.
Oh yeah, while I was busy romping her vag, a mozzie (mosquito) bit me on my ass.
Let me tell you about my Mum. My mother was a former teenage fashion model. She was called the "Aussie Christie Brinkley." She had an exclusive contract to model for Biddlebee and Gates Limited who were the powerhouse agents of models in Australia. She was assigned a special manager who groomed and prepared her for the big time. When I was little I was told to refer to him as Uncle Arthur. As a small child I was confused.
From the time I was little, when I asked why other kids had a Daddy and I didn't, I was told that my Daddy was killed while skiing in an Olympic trial when I was only a few months old. Most people think of Australia as a hot desert but we have cool weather here and at a certain time of the year we get a lot of snow that provides us with some of the finest ski resorts in the world. According to all I'd heard, my Dad was a champion skier.
Mom's tutelage under Arthur's guidance was very successful. She did mostly teenage fashion, candy adverts and some food commercials where she'd dive into a big ice cream cone and when she pulled back smiling, ice cream smeared on her chin. Viewers believed she ate it all the time. In reality, with the strict diet Arthur put her on, ice cream was a no-no.
I have been told that Mum was one of the most in demand young models during that period in the late 90's The middle class lifestyle we share is due to her earnings during that period and the prudent investment of those earning, based on the advice of Uncle Arthur. Australia is an expensive place to live, lots of taxes that only the kangaroos manage to hop away from. A pint of beer in a pub will set you back on your heels. Would you believe the equivalent of $8 or $9 American dollars.
It is the Agencies' practice, that the models who are also smart girls, are promoted into executive positions at Biddlebee when their brief time in the sun is over. Model's careers have run of 10-12 years before they begin to show their age or be out of style. Times and tastes do change. That's how Mum moved on to become an advertising executive. Most clients remembered her from her modeling career so it was an easy move from cover girl to executive.
