I don’t remember my father much, just that he had long dark curly hair, dark eyes that always seemed to glisten and what I now know to be an athletic body. He died whilst I was quite young.
My mother struggled to make ends meet after his death and worked as much as she could but made sure that her “little treasure” (me) was always her first priority. I don’t recall missing out on much until about 10 years old but I wasn’t unique in not having a father around.
Mum had a friend, called Lila, whom came around about once a month. She always seemed much happier after Lila had spent time with her and Lila would most times stay over night. I can recall their laughter as I lay in my bed at night. Lila would often comment that I was getting more and more like my father and mum would give me a long hard look and say “yes I suppose he is”.
When I was about 13 my mum started to let me grow my hair, rather than the short shorn look I had always had. My hair went from being straight and blonde to, at first wavy then curly and darkened in the process too over a period of time.(I think it all happened as I went through puberty?).
At about 14 mum brought a man friend home, he was her boss and seemed quite a nice chap. He’d been living and working in Hong Kong for a number of years but upon the death of his wife he’d moved back home and stated a new business here. He came home a few times and after a couple of months mum told me that they were getting married. What she didn’t tell me was that he also had a daughter, more of which later.
The wedding was not a grand affair but nice. I was chosen to be best man and Lila was maid of honour. There weren’t many people their but there was plenty of food and drink.
Lila consumed both with vigour, I had a little too much, as I wasn’t used to alcohol but only enough to make me pee a lot. It was on one of my many visits to the toilet that Lila crashed through the door, “The ladies are busy” she said as I stood at the urinal. “Mind if I use the gents?” With that she disappeared into a cubicle. The shock of what had just happened stopped me peeing for a moment but I soon managed to empty my bladder.
I shook my dick placed it back inside my pants and then managed to get my zipper stuck, so there I was trying to pull my zip up when Lila came out of the cubicle, she washed her hands and looked over my way seeing my desperate attempt to zip up my fly.”Having trouble putting it away” she said with a wicked smile on her face, “Come on let me help”.
Now Lila was like a second mum to me and I had no problem letting her assist me.
With that Lila half walked half staggered over to me leant over and inspected my predicament close up. Now Lila was wearing a very low cut dress and her large-ish breasts came into view, “very nice” I muttered under my breath as she moved my hands away from my fly and took hold of my pants and zip. The effect of the alcohol was obviously having an effect on her as she fumbled with my zip and she seemed to brush her hand on my pants on more than one occasion, this and the sight of her tremendous tits started to give me a hard on. The more she fumbled the more she brushed her hands on my dick the harder it got. She suddenly noticed what she was brushing the back of her hand against and looked up at my face, noticed I was looking down her cleavage and I went bright red. “Your certainly your father’s son” she said “In more ways than one”. She continued “And is this all because of me?” she turned her hand around so that my bulge was quite comfortably in the palm of her hand. She expertly slid her hand inside my fly and slipped her hand around my raging hard on. “Very nice” she said “ Shall we let this get a little air?”. She more or less dragged my, by my cock, into one of the vacant cubicles. “Like my tits do you?” she asked as I stood there frozen, my cock still firmly gripped, “Like to see ‘em?” she asked. It was all I could do to nod my head as, with her spare hand she hooked the straps of her dress from her shoulders letting the top of her dress fall enough to reveal her boobs, and what boobs they were! Lila was the opposite to my mum, she was dark, long jet black hair, tanned and lean, with those fantastic boobs with really dark nipples. My mum, whom I had seen naked before had short blonde hair was heavier and rounder than Lila and had pink nipples, we’d never been afraid of seeing each other naked until the last couple of years when I noticed that mum didn’t parade around naked any more.
The sight of Lila’s now naked boobs made my cock like rock and her hand noticed this sudden swelling of my manhood “Bloody hell” she said “Is it ever going to stop growing?”. She wiggled her boobs in my face, her nipple right up to my lips and said “Go on then, I know you want to”. Did I!
Hungrily I grabbed at her boob trying to get as much of her tit in my mouth as I could and sucking for all I was worth. Lila started to stroke my cock nice and gently at first, as I sucked on her boob, she pulled her tit out of my mouth and placed her other tit in it’s place, I proceeded to give this one the same treatment and her hand started to pump faster and harder on my cock. I was begging for release when Lila suddenly stopped pumping me. “Ever had a blow job” she asked, I was so suprised I couldn’t answer but it wouldn’t
Have made any difference she sank to her knees, slipped my cock between her cleavage and as the head of my cocked popped out he top of her cleavage she licked it before sliding it inside her mouth. Oh how warm and wet it felt, now don’t get me wrong I had been wanking for about 6 months now and had fantasised about having my cock in some girls mouth but the reality, well let’s say it was one hundred times better than I had imagined. Her lips wrapped around my cock like a warm wet glove, her tongue seemed to have a mind of it’s own inside her mouth as it milked me. I came, I couldn’t not come and Lila milked all the come from me like a vacuum, swallowing every drop of my teenage jism down her throught. “Mmmmm” she mumbled, my cock still in her mouth.She pulled her head back, wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, stood up and as she did so pulled her dress straps back over her shoulders and turned to walk out of the cubicle, as she did so she turned her head, looked me straight in the eyes and said “Now you owe me one!”.
I just stood there motionless, drained, stunned, satisfied.