I grew up in what could reasonably be called a 'normal' household consisting of my two parents and me, along with a dog and cat. There was always a dog it seemed and more often than not a cat too but they tended to come and go, so we'd go years without a cat and then perhaps end up with perhaps two at once for a while. As is fairly normal, Dad was somewhat aloof while Mom was far more loving and cuddly. Of course, your 'average' family also has two kids but my parents had opted for one.
"We could only afford one of you so that's that," they both told me, "Anyway, I'm sure you're happy not to have to share your room or your toys."
That indeed was true but then, as I grew into my early teens so I began to ask for friends to sleep over, to use my Nintendo and to share my world as if they were brothers and it was then I realised that it was better to be 'in control' whereas if I had to share with a brother or sister then I wouldn't be able to insist on which game we played or which film we watched. Oh no, I wasn't the domineering type – I liked to share, but on my general terms but even so I seldom fell out with my friends, male or female.
Females of course were just weird. Sure, they were sometimes pretty and nice to cuddle up to but by and large they were strange creatures – but so long as they were friendly then that was fine. I was fascinated about the sex bit but as I was far too busy studying and playing sports I wasn't too worried about learning and anyway, I could find out so much via the internet even if I remained a virgin.
By the time I was eighteen I was on the cusp of leaving college – I had only a few months to go and then, after the summer break I'd be off to university, assuming that all went well. Naturally I had no real idea of what I'd 'like to be when I grew up' but I was at least aware that a good education would help me in the future and I'd knuckled down to my lessons and studied hard and had been accepted into a three year university course which would be the precursor to a respectable job one day, I hoped. Everything was going well enough and even my parents were happy with my progress.
"Nice one Chris," said Dad one day as he ruffled my hair when I showed him the results of my latest work, "Keep up the good work – you're doing really well."
Sure, he didn't read all through the questions or the answers so his praise was vague but he was honest in his words and made me feel that I was at least doing my best.
Speaking of Dad, as I implied, he generally stayed on the edge of my world except for one aspect, which I'll come to in a moment. He worked hard and had an excellent job (or so Mom told me) and good position within a large manufacturing company. Inevitably he occasionally had to work a bit late but he was seemingly supported by his company who would give him time off in lieu or some cash bonus which I found out about because I found a slip on the floor one day which detailed his bonuses.
As a result of his work he was only available at weekends but then he'd do his best to find some time to play with me – football or cricket or some such game – assuming that I didn't have any of my friends over to play. He was no good on my Nintendo but he did at least know his way around a computer, one of which I'd been given on my sixteenth birthday.
But there was one aspect of my life that Dad insisted he was part of and that was reading me a story from some book every single night. I've no idea why he insisted but he was actually a really good reader and storyteller and both guided me to some excellent books and came up with some terrific adventure stories too. His storytelling continued right through until I was about to turn eighteen and then Mom suddenly took over and his tales stopped. I guessed that the reading was akin to bonding – Dad's way of interacting with me since he never played sports or computer games with me but then Mom took control.
"I'm going to read to him from now," said Mom firmly one evening as she gently pushed Dad back into the lounge, "I'm sure can come up with more appropriate stories for his age and if he asks any awkward questions then I'm sure you'd prefer it if I answered them, wouldn't you? Anyway, I'm sure you'll be happier just sitting back with your scotch and relaxing, won't you darling?"
"Guess I would," admitted Dad, "Oh and actually there's some good football on tonight – I'll watch that then."
"Oh I'm glad about that – you always like your football, don't you dear?" said Mum, "That suits me fine then; you can watch while I get Chris off to sleep, can't you?"
With that Mum gently pushed me into my bedroom and followed me, closing the door on Dad's somewhat bewildered and yet relieved face as she did so.
"Ok darling, get ready for bed and I'll read to you," she said, somewhat to my horror, "What would you like today – an adventure or a mystery story?"
"Can't I get undressed in peace Mom?" I asked, shocked that she seemed to have forgotten that I needed to get undressed, "Won't take long."
"Oh yes of course darling!" said Mom, her face suddenly covered with her hand, "But then again, what are you scared of? Showing off to me?"
"It's private," I said, unable to find a better reason, "And I'm not used to it either."
"Good heavens, you're old enough to be seen naked aren't you?" she answered, "I know I was at your age!"
A moment later she left the room and I quickly undressed and clambered into my pyjamas and by the time she knocked on the door I was already in bed.
"There, that didn't take long," she said as she picked up one of a selection of books from my bookshelf and settled into the chair beside the bed, "Now this is a good adventure story – nice and steamy – has Dad read it to you yet?"
She showed me the cover and I shook my head. It was a book that Dad had found then rejected some while ago.
"Bit too much in the way of sex in that one," he'd said with disdain in his voice, "We'll leave that one out for now."
Mom on the other hand seemed to be aware that it was somewhat racy but seemed to have no qualms about it and as I'd been getting quite a lot of sexy thoughts in recent months I was delighted by her choice but even so, Mom questioned me.
"It's a bit hot in places; do you still want me to read to you or are you a bit young for that?" she asked with a grin, "Or you can read it yourself if you prefer."
"No, I like being read to," I admitted, "It's relaxing, really relaxing."
"Ok then but do tell me if I read too much or too fast for you," she added as she opened the book, "So let's start at the beginning..."
Mom settled down, somewhat hesitantly at first then growing with confidence and soon she was reading while adding to the enjoyment by creating individual voices for the characters and expressions for the situations, so much so that we both became thoroughly absorbed.
Actually, when I said that I'd been getting sexy thoughts in 'recent months' the real truth was that they'd been forming for years, buoyed by online pictures and videos of busty and lightly clad actresses and more. I'd been using my parents' computer for ages, partially to help with my homework and partially just to browse and while they'd told me not to go hunting for anything sexy it was inevitable that I did so and therefore occasionally came across clips of pornography in seemingly innocent website. I became quite accustomed to seeing deliciously rude videos of naked females and males usually performing various sexual acts and while I was totally innocent of performing any of them myself I had that eager longing to start out on my sexual adventures. My own computer had child-proof locks which I hadn't even found my way past as yet because since I could use my parents' machine and since I was a good hard-studying student I found little time for searching for porn on it.
Mom read on, turning the dry pages into life-like situations and characters but even I was shocked when she read;
"The party had been perfect; a brilliant mixture of light-hearted fun, alcohol and entertaining chatter but finally most of the guests had departed and David's parents, with his help, had tidied sufficiently to make the place acceptably neat again and then they'd headed up the stairs.
"Will you two be alright?" David's mother called out and then added, without waiting for his reply, "Don't stay up too long – not that it'll matter to us – we'll be sound asleep in no time."
David waited until his parents had disappeared from sight then turned to his sweet girlfriend, Dawn who was staying with them overnight.
"Peace at last," he said quietly, "Fancy a bit of, umm, you know?"
"Mmmm, but you're not to go too far David," she answered as she slid closer to him on the comfy sofa, "Be good, won't you?"
"Don't know about that," he sniggered quietly, "How about some nice kissing to start?"
He turned sideways until he could engulf her in his arms, then he lowered his mouth towards her soft, welcoming, upheld lips. They met and slid together warmly and at that moment David felt his penis stiffening urgently. He wriggled his hips around until it was settled to one side, then concentrated on kissing Dawn, his tongue now wriggling between her lips and exploring her mouth. Suddenly her tongue was doing the same and just seconds later the two lovebirds had slid sideways on the sofa with Dawn's legs lifting and David's body twisting until he was lying almost on top of her. It was at that moment that Dawn became aware of David's rigid penis pressing into her groin..."
"Wow!" exclaimed Mom, putting the book down on her lap and fanning her face with the other hand, "It's getting a bit more explicit than I expected; are you sure you want me to carry on?"
I laughed and nodded while feeling my face reddening and my own penis stiffening.
"Now we know why Dad wouldn't read it!" I laughed, "I don't mind though – it's good!"
"Trust you to think so," exclaimed Mom, "Surely it makes you feel a bit shy though?"
"Yeah, but not as shy with you as I would have been with Dad," I answered, finding my tongue and risking my neck, "It's easier somehow to talk about things like that with you."
"Why, am I sexy or something?" asked Mom as her eyes swept up and down the bed, seeing the fairly obvious bulge of my erection, "I don't think anyone here has talked about sex at all, have they?"
I shook my head, knowing that the subject was as good as ignored in the household, then smiled at Mom.
"It's a pity to be honest," I said, "I've so many questions..."
Mom folded a page of the book down and closed it, placing it on the bedside table then turning towards me.
"Like what darling?" she asked.
I wasn't sure if she'd be open to the kind of sexual questions that were inside me or not – I knew in my mind that she'd know the answers but whether or not I'd be allowed to ask them was another matter.
"Ummm, well like, what's it like to have sex?" I asked, feeling the red heat returning to my face.
"Ohhh, now that is a real question," said Mom, "I mean I know the answer but I don't know what I should say to you or how."
"Just tell me Mom," I said, "I mean, I'll be at university any time now and I feel cut off – I just don't know what to do and I'd love to get intimate with some of the other students!"
"I assume they're girls you're talking about, aren't they?" asked Mom and I nodded my head eagerly.
"Pretty ones too – I've met some of the others who'll be on my course," I said, warming to my task, "And I'm sure they checked me over but I don't know and I definitely don't know how to respond."
"Hmmm, perhaps it's better that you stay innocent than get them pregnant," said Mom somewhat to my surprise, "So what DO you know?"
Talk about being put on the spot – I felt everything heating up now and yet my cock seemed eager to stay as stiff as it had been for the past five minutes or so.
"Well come on – tell me?" asked Mom, "For example, do you know all the bits of a girl's anatomy?"
"Tits, pussy, ass, hips, waist, lips," I said, looking away from her and unwilling to go further, "Legs, feet, toes..."
"No darling, I mean the really intimate bits – you know, all the bits between her legs?" Mom said, digging ever deeper into this pit, "Come on, tell me."
I shook my head. Sure I'd seen glimpses of everything on the internet but although I could proffer some slang names, the proper names escaped me by and large and I was definitely lost when it came to explaining their uses.
