As always, my characters involved in the sex are all over the age of 18. Since this is my fantasy, there are no STD's or unwanted pregnancies. All of my characters enjoy good hygiene so showers are only mentioned when part of the sex. They also eat when needed; none of my characters go hungry.
This story is in a similar vein to some of my previous submissions. Most of the events have some amount of truth to them but there is exaggeration and muddled timelines. Some of the events occurred with other people, not relatives, and have been woven into this tale. Some are entirely fictional. I'll leave it to you, the reader, to decide what is what.
The names have been changed to protect the not so innocent.
Some of the story tags need time to develop.
This story also takes longer to wind up than some of my submissions. There is no actual sex included in this chapter but the incest theme is present. There is a great deal of teasing.
Please enjoy, comments are always appreciated and high votes massage my ego.
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I first met my mother on my sixteenth birthday. Well, that's not quite true. She was a part of my life until just after I turned three. At that time she abandoned me, taking my younger brother and sister with her. I did not see her again until I was sixteen.
In the intervening years, my father kept us living in another state and somewhat in secrecy. He would go to where she lived every year or so to spend time with my siblings. I never had the same opportunity.
Our birthday meeting was instigated by my mother as my younger brother had been making a pain in the ass of himself and wanted to meet his father. Dad had not visited in some years. It was not a matter of being unable to, he was just a cash starved drunk.
Anyway, the meeting was set for my grandparents' apartment in the same state that my mother and family lived in. The building had a convenience store in the basement. Nan sent me down there to pick up some forgotten item. I don't remember what.
The Lobby entrance was actually on the third floor and the store was on the first floor. I was shocked when the elevator door opened and I found myself looking at my mother. I was somewhat of a shy kid at that point so I did not know what to say. We exchanged hellos.
That visit went well although I never recovered from my shyness around my mother nor did she and I spend any time alone. It was really all about my father and his two younger kids. I was shuffled off to the side. Literally, I sat up against a wall to the side, partially hidden by an armchair.
I did not speak to my mother much that day or for the next two years. My father and brother conspired to have my brother join us in our state. My sister joined us shortly thereafter. The two of them just could not get along. There were continuous fights in the household and my brother ended up returning to my mother.
My sister lasted a little longer but just after my eighteenth birthday, she wanted to go home as well. It was a twelve hour train ride back and neither my mother nor my father wanted my cute fifteen year old sister traveling alone. I volunteered to escort her. My father agreed as long as I paid my own fare. The cheap bastard was not willing to sacrifice any of his personal booze budget.
The train left at midnight and we were met at our destination by my mother, brother, and grandmother. Laura, my sister, rushed to them being hugged by both women but not our brother.
While Laura was being welcomed home, I stood off to the side unsure of myself. I still did not really know my mother and this was my first time meeting my grandmother that I could remember.
Eventually, Laura broke apart from the welcoming committee. That meant it was my turn. Both my mother and my grandmother hugged me to them and kissed my cheeks. Granny Lil was a great hugger, holding me long and tightly. Mom was much more restrained.
Soon enough, we were loaded into the car and on our way "home". I was surprised when we arrived to find that this was the neighbourhood hotspot for kids and adults.
Mom and her husband lived in a very working class neighbourhood and were the only ones close by that had a big, beautiful, inground swimming pool. Mom and her husband were also weekend drunks.
Between the beer and the pool, everyone around wanted to be on the invitation list. Mom took me by the hand and introduced me to what must have been forty adults. Some were my relatives and some were just friends. It did not really matter to me, I forgot most of their names within moments of being introduced.
Since I was dressed for my usual more northern climate, Mom suggested I go inside and change into my bathing suit. After admitting I had not brought one, she suggested shorts, which I had brought.
Returning poolside after my wardrobe change, I noted that, if anything, the crowd had grown. Still being a somewhat shy guy, I was kind of overwhelmed. I saw that Mom and Granny were in the middle of the crowd, each with a beer in hand.
I only noted one empty seat and that was off by itself. Perfect choice for me. It also had the appeal of their family dog's bed being right beside it.
Once seated, I began scoping out the drunken people around the pool. I ignored the kids around and in the pool. There was quite a good number of attractive women in the group.
I should also point out there were a large number of late teen girls around as well. My kid brother was good looking and quite gregarious. He and his friends had good taste in choosing girlfriends.
I was interrupted by Mom approaching me. I hoped she was not going to drag me away to meet even more people.
"Are you okay, Rick?" she asked me.
I nodded my response.
"Laura says you are pretty shy. Is that true?"
I almost stammered out my agreement with this statement.
"I know you're not of legal age yet but would you like a beer? Would that help?" she asked.
"Yeah, that would be great," I responded. Those were probably the most consecutive words I had uttered since my arrival.
Mom walked away toward the house. She was wearing tight shorts and possessed a great, well toned ass. I could not tear my eyes off of it. Partway to the house Granny joined her. I noticed right away that Granny had a great ass too.
Let me stop here for a moment to give you readers some biographical details. Granny had her first born child, Mom, at the age of fourteen. Mom had her first born child, me, at the age of fifteen. I had just turned eighteen making Mom thirty three years old and Granny forty seven.
These two women were very similar in appearance. They both stood about five foot three, one hundred ten pounds, great asses, and attractive breasts. Mom was a brunette with brown eyes and large B boobs. Granny had dyed blonde hair, green eyes, and probably about C cups.
This was back in the days before every home had a computer and porn was still only available in seedy theatres. In the coming years, once the world had passed that hurdle, I discovered that Mom had a stunning resemblance to pornstar India Summer and Granny looked remarkably similar to Jenny Sativa only older and with slightly smaller tits.
My mother and grandmother took so long coming back outside that I assumed my beer was long forgotten. I went back to checking the women around the pool.
I was startled when Mom thrust a beer in front of me. She had changed while inside from her shorts and top to a bikini. Think retro bikini here since it was the seventies, not a micro bikini or anything like it. The swimwear did fit her well though but was a little loose in the top. With Mom bending over, the top gaped and I saw a boob right down to her nipple.
That was it! I was snapped into lust for my mother. It was the beginning of an attraction I would feel for her until her final years. I do not know whether I was breast fed as a baby but I desperately wanted to feed on them now.
Making sure I was comfortable and not wanting to join them, she walked back poolside. The bikini she was wearing was tight in the butt and well moulded to her cheeks. I watched every step she took.
When my gaze broke away from her, I noticed that Granny was watching me. She must have caught me staring at my mother's ass. I am sure I started to blush. Granny raised her own beer bottle to me in a silent toast.
I wish I could say that more developed between my mother and I on that visit but would be telling you a lie if I did. But, after I went home, Mom and I began to develop a relationship.
We spoke on the phone regularly about the events current in our lives. Since I was completing my final year of high school and my old man was never around to hear my stories, Mom heard them all. All, but within reason, of course. She did not need to hear about the binge drinking with my buddies, the shoplifting, the multiple counts of breaking and entering I was charged with, nor the sexual fumblings with local girls.
I managed to escape high school with a low A average and was designated as the alternate class valedictorian. I began a job within a week of my last exams ending. The following summer, I was allowed a two week vacation with pay.
My best friend and I were able to synchronize our holidays allowing us to go somewhere together. It literally took us weeks and weeks to decide where we should spend our vacation. After ruling out hundreds of possibilities, we decided to visit my mother and spend time in the pool.
Mom agreed to our proposed visit and plans were made. Twelve hours after boarding the train, we arrived in Windsor. Mom and Granny were there waiting for us. This time I hugged back as tightly as they hugged me.
In the intervening time between this visit and the one prior, Mom had told me a great deal about herself. One thing that I soon came to realize was that she and her mother were drinking buddies and that they were what became known as party girls. That point was only hinted at.
That particular concept was hammered home when Granny suggested we stop for drinks at one of her favourite watering holes. We did and we did get somewhat hammered. The train had arrived just after noon and it was almost six by the time we arrived home. The train station was only a ten minute drive from Mom's home.
We spent the evening sitting by the pool and drinking. Just the four of us. Mom's husband was working the overnight shift and my siblings were living with my father again. I had learnt that my mother was a terrible cook. She had served burnt to a crisp burgers. Unfortunately, time would tell the tale that her cooking skills were non-existent whether or not beer was involved.
Late in the night, we were sitting in the outdoor lounge near the fire pit. The seats were like small couches, made of bamboo and covered in canvas. Mom and I sat at opposite ends of one while Granny and Chuck sat on the other.
The beer continued to be quaffed and a good time was being had by all.
