Summer of ’77, Part 2

An experience shared by David J.:

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Because of earlier events in the day, the drive to town was quieter than normal for us. We commented on scenery rather holding a real conversation. Luckily, there were enough changes along the way for some short exchanges.

As we sat down at Bluewave Tavern, I got my first real look at her white blouse and how transparent the material looked. It was a sheer button front sleeveless that was designed to have a Cami underneath. Gemma’s pendulous breasts hung down and very much to the sides. The thin material clung to her and showed her size and firmness. She smiled when she saw me looking and even pushed her chest out to strain the fabric.

As the silence continued, I didn’t know if I was in for a reprimand or a seduction. Mom finally broke the silence and said that I was like all of her family and matured in every way by my mid-teens. She described how seemingly overnight she developed her breasts the summer between 7th and 8th grade and went from being a little girl to a woman. With this came the attention of older boys and sometimes grown men. Gemma said that I was to that point now, and she saw adult women looking at me on the way in. In retrospect, it was her 70s way of talking about the earlier events, my sexual development and perhaps our incestuous feelings.

By time we got home from grocery shopping, it was already getting dark. After putting everything away we listened to some music and did some idle chit chat. Having a busy day, we decided on going to bed and get rested for tomorrow. Gemma went to her room and just hearing her get ready for bed got me hard. I stripped off my clothing and climbed into bed. The cool sheets left felt great on my naked body and hard-on. I drifted off to sleep holding my myself and replaying the day’s events over and over.

We awoke around the same time. Gemma had coffee and I had juice by the lake. When we finished, we started on some yard work. She tended to a small garden while I cleaned the beach of everything that drifted ashore since our last visit. As we were putting all our gathered debris on a tarp, every time she bent down her braless tits became more visible under her loose V-neck T-shirt. They were so full and round when hanging down they pushed her shirt wide open for a perfect view of the entire breast. Once again I started to grow with cognitive dissonance because of the outside world. Deep within me I didn’t have a problem with my attraction, but knew others might, possibly my mother may still.

As the sun was mid-sky, I decided it was hot enough to start my workout for the upcoming football season. I had enough weights up there to work certain muscle groups and even used tree branches for pull ups. Gemma sat in the shade with an iced tea listening to the radio. That day I focused on my biceps which looked even bigger with the sweat glistening in the bright sun. Fortunately, I wore a jock under my tiny shorts as whenever I caught her stealing a glimpse of my sweat-soaked body I grew bigger. I started off for my 3-mile run, which was somewhat arousing. Without distraction I was able to recall her bare breasts and full pussy hair I’d seen the last two days. My energy level was very high because of my thoughts and I was running on clouds the whole distance.

Gemma had a pitcher of iced tea waiting and I drank the first glass in one gulp. Taking off my shoes and socks I jumped in the lake to cool off and relax. When I got out of the water the jock did little to hide my full erection under my wet shorts. Mom now stared without worrying if I saw her. She suggested I put on one of my new swimsuits and we sun on the beach.

The swimwear we both had on fit and looked like a second skin showing any body part that could become erect or wet. As we laid on the blanket, I was tumescent and no longer tried to hide the effect she had on me. As we started to talk we rolled on our sides and face each other and planned the rest of the day. The weight of her breast pulled her one piece further open exposing most of her bottom breast and a little of her areola. I wanted so much to reach out to caress her arm, her face and her breast, but was afraid of what her reaction might be. I loved the feeling my body had when aroused and didn’t want to lose the feeling if rejected. She must have sensed my craving and started to dandled my arm and shoulder with quicker touching of pecks and commented on how nice my chest hair looked and felt. As she continued to fondle me she told me how much she was enjoying our week of solitude. As she became more affectionate I became equally more anxious fearing I was going to cum with the next touch. We stayed like that for about 20 minutes taking in each other’s bodies without crossing any boundaries.

Soon Mom went inside to start salads and I started the charcoal to BBQ the ribs. We had a relaxed dinner taking our time eating on the picnic table under the shade of a big tree enjoying an innocent conversation. After we finished we took a stroll to the end of the road and ran into a small group of neighbors. Among them were Alyson, who was about to start high school, and Sandra, who was going off to college in the fall. The girls invited me to go with them to the town’s fireworks then next evening like we did many years in the past.

We got back to the cabin and changed for the evening and bed. Gemma wore a thin cotton nightgown that came to her knees and was fairly loose. Her breasts hung low and somewhat to the sides with her nipples a little visible but not sticking out, her full mound of pubic hair was in plain sight. I wore a pair of old pajama pants and t-shirt that were a little big for comfort.

We started out watching some reruns we’d already seen during the regular season. Having only two TV stations being so far north, we both started to read things we brought with us. She was a third of the way through The Thorn Birds and I had a college football magazine featuring all parts of the game, including cheerleaders.

We were each were at a corner of the couch and close enough to see every detail of our bodies. The storyline must have had some risqué parts because Mom’s nipples were very erect as she squirmed trying to hide her arousal. I had already been starting to grow as my focus had shifted to the article on the best cheerleaders in the nation. Mom was so entrenched in the book she didn’t notice me starring at her. By now I was fully erect and enjoy the feel of the fabric and the tent it made. Finally her eyes left the book and eventually landed on my cock. For a long few seconds she was fixated, then as her eyes met mine she had a cute little grin that appeared quite wanton.

Mom got back to her book and while I could only look at pictures because there was no way I could focus. Soon, she went to her bed the other side of the tongue-and-groove wall to lie down and read. The wall had some slight openings due to the settling of the cabin and one could look in at an angle. I waited for her to get engrossed in her story and look in hoping to see her pleasure herself again. She held the book in her right hand while her left hand pulled up her gown and rested on her pubic mound. This time she was in no hurry as her hand soon found her breasts and dandled them through her gown as she read. It was as if it was all subliminal and she didn’t realize the level of pleasure she gave herself – and, indirectly, me. In almost the same state of mind, my hand a soft grip on my erection sticking out of my pajamas. Our hands were in unison, we were lost intrinsically in the peaceful pleasure of the moment.

We were only separated by a half inch of pine and a two foot in space, so in essence were touching in a most loving manner. At times, I had to release my cock to stop from coming, not wanting this tenderness to end as my whole body was now aroused. Gemma let out a moan as her hand travel down her body slowly and once again finding pleasure. After a few seconds her finger disappeared inside and her hips begin to move in a circular motion. She soon set the book down and starting fingering her clit with her other hand. I could no longer resist soothing my inflamed cock, I no longer cared if I came. With both feet flat on the bed she lifted whole body with her pussy fucking her fingers. As her ass touched the sheets her body recoiled up one last time finally uttering softly, “Oh, Jesus,” and rolling to her side. As she looked back at me, I started to cum. She smiled and my cumming continued with five different eruptions, each one more intense than the last. I took off my shirt to clean up the cum, turned off the light and went up to the loft and tried to sleep.

The next morning started the same as usual. As it started getting hot I begin to workout my chest, shoulders and triceps while Mom found her routine in the shade. Out of nowhere, Alyson and Sandra appeared and nonchalantly sat with Gemma and joined her for iced tea and idle conversation. When doing pull ups my body was stretched out and tight showing my well-defined muscles covered by almost no fat. At times it seemed as if all three would stop talking and at the same time gape at my body during the workout. The girls invited me to go to the beach in town with them as was our 4th of July ritual. They also extended their parents’ invitation to a simple cookout of hamburgers and hotdogs that evening.

When they picked me up, both looked so pretty in their t-shirts and shorts with a hint of teasing going on. At the beach we laid out blankets and stripped down to our swimwear. Alyson was able to wear a tiny bikini as her breasts were still developing. Sandra’s bikini covered a little more as average size bosom needed more covering and support. Their lithe bodies caused me to start to harden, so I ran into the water before the girls saw the effect they had on me. They soon followed and we begin horseplay of yesteryear. It was innocent fun, except when they jumped on my back their firm bosom with erect nipples rubbed all over me. My arousal was at its highest level of the week and only the cold water stopped me from cumming without even touching myself. As we got out of the water, my semi-erection was visible because the thin material and removed liner of my suit. The girls giggled but made no comments and it didn’t seem to bother them as their nipples were just as noticeable.

When I got back to the cabin, Gemma told me to shower as we we’d leave soon for the cookout. She dressed to show her body with khaki shorts and a thin material powder-blue sleeveless button down sans a bra. I dressed in khaki shorts and my best Polo that hugged my torso and showed off my biceps. As we got there the men made comments about how good she still looked and the mothers said they wished they could go to the fireworks with me. The conversation at dinner started with how they were all friends since shortly after WWII when the families bought their places. The girls and I headed to the fireworks with them dressed to entice, and enticed they did. They drew stares from many, and at times would cling to me when a felonious character would leer at them. Didn’t know if they were purposely trying to arouse me but they did and it lasted the whole display.

When we got back to the cabins everyone was in a screened-in back porch facing the lake. Gemma was at her absolute best, somehow she pulled off undoing two more buttons on her thin blouse showing a lot of cleavage. From the side about two-thirds of her breasts were exposed as her hard nipples explored the front. She liked to drink, but always stayed a little more coherent than the rest allowing her to be in control and have fun. Both of the girls’ fathers were making remarks about her Northern Exposure when she said, “Well, boys, when we were teens you were the first to get a good feel, but when I wouldn’t let you go under my bikini you moved on to easier girls. Bet a feel through fabric now would satisfy you.” Complete silence, then very loud laughter with some begging and whimpering to do so. The girls kept me hard all day, but that almost made me cum.

We said our good-byes, and started home with our arms around each other and her breasts firmly against my side. Back at our cabin, Mom used the bathroom first getting ready for bed. When she came out she had on a very short and sheer red nightgown smiling while walking past me to her room. I went in the bathroom, washed up, brushed my teeth and put on some gym shorts and no top. As I was walking to the loft, Mom said to come into her room and give her a goodnight kiss.

Gemma was propped up on pillows, patted the open space next to and told me to sit and relax. As I sat I also bent down and kissed her cheek. She then expanded on how proud she was of how I cared about my appearance in every way and how “big” my muscles had become, along with “other things.” She said that she overheard the women talking about how sexy I was and how they swooned when giving me hugs. She put her hands around my neck and pulled me down for a kiss on the lips that lasted about five seconds.

Gemma’s hands moved from my neck down my shoulders and arms resting on my biceps. “So big,” she murmured, with her eyes seeking my unabated erection. Her pear shaped breasts hung freely and were quite visible as they heaved with each breath becoming deeper. Subconsciously, my hand moved from her shoulder to her left breast, her only reactions were a very deep sigh and smile. I knew even at my young age we were entering the surreptitious world I had longed for. I leaned in for another kiss as she moved forward. This time with heads tilted we kissed for a long time. She nibbled my lips and gave a little tongue as we separated. Moving her hips off the bed she pulled her nightgown up and placed my hand underneath her bare breast.

Gemma said that my hand felt so good and was waiting and hoping for this to happen for so long. She then said she wanted to share some things.

“I purposely drank enough tonight to loosen up and be uninhibited with you. I’m not drunk, but feel relaxed and salacious. Most boys, and a lot of men, don’t know much about touching a woman. They do it for their own pleasure and arousal, and grab as much as they can as quick as they can. If they reversed it and focused on giving pleasure and arousing, the outcome would be much better and fulfilling for both. They should touch lightly like you are doing now. You can tell by body movement and breathing if it’s working. Feel my nipples, look how big they’ve gotten from your touch. Lightly touch the tips. Caress the whole breast lightly, make them want more like I do. Lean in and kiss her mouth so softly, slowly open her lips with your tongue, lick her lips and face, just like you’re doing. Replace your fingers on her nipples with your lips, yes just like that. Lick the nipple, now all the entire bosom, get her so excited like I am. Suckle the nipple like you did as a baby, make her cum like you made Mommy cum when you nursed. Never stop until she cums, just like I am now…”

Her entire body started to convulse. She pulled my head so tight to her my teeth dug in. Instinctively I bit her nipple which started another intense orgasm with noises and screams I’d never heard before. She pulled my shorts down and grabbed my erection. Then she started speaking again.

“Oh, God, you’re so hard, so big, I couldn’t wait to see it close-up, to touch it. It feels so good, looks so beautiful, let me make you feel good. Is this better than when you spy on me and touch it yourself? I let you see me on purpose. I confess I’ve spy on you since your first erections, the bigger you grew, the more I looked. Let yourself enjoy, cum for Mommy, shoot cum on me, I’m cumming again.”

As I came, Gemma had her most violent orgasm of the night. I shot cum all over her hand, arm, leg and nightgown. Only her beautiful glowing face was spared from the multiple spurts. She pulled me so close, we hugged so tight for so long never wanting to let go.

We got under the covers caressing and tenderly kissing with so much love, it was far beyond the carnal, we were beyond the pale few will ever experience. We talked about our feelings for each other, how good we felt, and at what a special place we were adoring each other. I was hard again and she placed the tip on her vagina opening, we fell asleep in each other’s arm not waking till morning.

Gemma’s gentle stirring woke me and we were still facing each other. Her soft “Morning sweetie,” and kiss on the check brought me back to reality. Remembering last night gave me the courage to kiss her on the lips and tenderly offer my tongue. Without hesitation she engulfed it and placed her hand on my growing hard-on. I slid my hand softly on her ass moving gingerly remembering to give pleasure rather than just trying to get pleasure. When the kissing intensified, it was assurance I learned last night how to arouse a woman so she desires me. She capriciously removed her fingers from my firmness and pulled out of our kiss.

Gemma looked at me with yearning and said, “I think I taught you too well and/or too much, you have me so aroused in so little time without even touching my pussy or tits. I’m so very wet right now, so ready to have you in me. God, how I want you in me and I know you want to be in me. But we need to slow down, to think, to understand the enormity of all this, and consider the possible long term consequences. It’s my fault, I let a fantasy, a whimsical distraction from my real problems to turn dangerously real. At this point I have to be honest, I started spying on you when your father could no longer make love to me because of the meds the doctors gave him. Inadvertently, I turned my fantasies towards you because you were safe, if I had them about others it could have led to something I didn’t really want. I never want to betray your father or hurt the man I deeply love.”

I hugged her deeply and told her:

“I love you so much and always have and will. I heard you on the phone once when you were speaking of your sexual frustration. It was at that time I began to show my hard-ons to you by not wearing underwear or jock when we were alone. When you took notice and didn’t address the issue, I took it as approval so I got more confident and bolder. Soon I would masturbate until I almost came, put on tight gym shorts and pretend I needed to talk. Your demeanor assured me I was pleasing you and loved how your body reacted. Nipples became erect, hips would move slightly, and always a big smile followed by you caressing my arms or shoulders.”

Gemma said that the right thing to do at this time was to get out of bed and start our day. We sipped coffee by the lake, talked superficially because we knew if we addressed the past few days we’d be back in bed making love. At times, we held hands and amorously looked at each other. Just as I was about to lean in for a kiss, we heard the girls walking towards us. They invited me to join them for an afternoon in town and at the beach. Before I could decline, Mom accepted their invitation for me and we were leaving, much to my dismay.

The rest of the vacation saw us dressing seductively for each other without a thought if anyone noticed or even cared. We touched, caressed, hugged and kissed very often. But with seemingly countless interruptions at the beginning of erogenous moments, we were never able to recapture our night in bed.

The vacation soon ended, but our depravity did not.

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To be continued with Football season 77

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6 Comments

6 thoughts on “Summer of ’77, Part 2

  1. Dave, I will tell you, I promise. But right now my dong is so hard and swollen I can’t think straight (!). Lots of precum dripping from the bir round circumsized head. Ohhh, I haven’t milkef my cock over Adrienne Babeau so much in decades. My dong desperately needs to be serviced. I want to lovingly fuck your beautiful mother so badly. I want to fuck her with you Dave. Fuck! I’ve got to milk my dong to completion. Too horny!

  2. John,
    Thanks for your encouraging words. It was a special time that very few have experienced such love

  3. Dave thank you for sharing your special time with mom. So very good reading look forward to the upcoming chapter.

  4. Jojo,
    Thanks for sweet comments, made all my efforts recalling and putting into words worthwhile.
    Thanks
    Dave

  5. David,
    Wow! What an incredible experience! My dong was so hard and swollen as I was reading your post. When your mother finaly grabbed your erection, my full balls involuntarily contracted and began ejecting long, thick streams of semen everywhere. So good! Such wonderful relief. I hope you don’t mind me saying this but I was fantasizing that I was ejaculating into your mother’s beautiful womb. Naturally I had an image of Adrienne Bardeau on my computer screen

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