Early Memory
had a real teenage crush on the Mum of my best friend at school, nothing unusual about that I suppose but it developed into something of an obsession as my hormones went into overdrive.
She was a rather chubby dark blonde lady probably around 40 at the time, shoulder length wavy hair and large round glasses that were common back in the mid 1970’s.
I started going out to their house in a local village to play and hang out with my mate Mal, usually this involved wandering the woods and fields and exploring disused farmhouses. We would build dens in haystacks and often camp overnight in quiet corners of fields around the village.
There was a real sense of bubbling sexuality in our little group of me, my mate and another local friend from school. We would sit around a campfire and talk about local girls and other school mates sisters.
The weekend of the 1970 World Cup Final was blazing hot and we were camping a mile or so from my friend’s house. We had no watch with us which added a timeless quality to the day.
Awaking in the morning thick mist on the ground about 5 feet deep gave the morning light a real eerie quality and we waded through it to nearby wood and tried to gather some wood to build a fire.
After getting the fire going we were joined by a couple of the local girls who engaged in the sort of saucy flirty banter that seemed to be our usual method of unsophisticated conversation with the opposite sex. Being at an all boys school encouraged a fascination with girls without giving any practice in how to sensibly communicate. The previous night we had been discussing both these young ladies and saying how we should make then dance naked round the campfire for our amusement, Valerie a slim young blonde daughter of a local farmer came and sat next to me on the grass and asked what we had been doing the previous evening.
“ Running round the stubble field naked in the moonlight” was someone’s laughing reply.
“All you boys together in the nude must be like the showers at school” Valerie replied punching me gently in the ribs and pushing me into the grass.
This was enough contact to give me an instant rock hard erection in my shorts that I was desperate to conceal and sat up with my knees by my chest and tried to deflect attention to someone else.
Valerie’s friend was a petite dark haired girl, pretty as a boy’s imagination might want. I think she was called Sheenagh.
“I bet you didn’t all get undressed, it’s just a schoolboy fantasy like I’ve read in my brother’s supposedly secret stash of dirty mags. You should all do it again while Val and I watch. We might be tempted to join you! Eh Val?”
My friend Mal who was by far the most confident of us stood up and took off his T shirt and challenged her.
“Come on let’s see if you’re as brave as you say”
To our amazement Sheenagh pulled her blue T shirt over her head revealing a little yellow boob tube with the outline of her puffy nipples showing through on top of what were obviously very tiny teenage titties.
The atmosphere was electric my pulse was thumping in my ears and my cock throbbing in my shorts.
“ Go on I dare you to drop your shorts” she taunted Mal.
He vaulted the gate into the stubble field dropped his shorts and ran off into the lifting mist shouting to Sheenagh to show what she had.
I had stood up and forgotten about the state of my shorts and I glanced and saw that Tony our other companion was in a similar state with his eyes fixed on Sheenagh’s slim lovely body covered only by a blue cotton miniskirt.
“You’re a fool Mal, Val and I have both seen your cock and balls, come on Val lets go and get some breakfast”
Val gave my bulging shorts a long hard look it might have been disgust or lust I couldn’t decide but I blushed deepest red as she brushed past me and ran off laughing with Sheenagh down the lane into the rising sun and lifting mist.
Mal arrived back and pulled his shorts on before climbing the gate back to our tent.
“That was fun, I knew she wouldn’t dare”
“Well I hope they don’t go blabbing to their sisters about you. It would be bound to get back to your Mum sooner or later”
“I’ll risk it, I know Sheenagh fancies me, I need to see what’s under that yellow top of hers!”
Time seemed to be flying by and we were feeling hungry, we had stale bread and biscuits and milk but on examination the milk had turned badly. I was despatched to go back to Mal’s house and ask his Mum for some milk while he and Tony got the fire going.
I set off with the rising heat of the fierce sun baking into my face, we seemed to have been up for hours and it felt like it was coming up for lunchtime. It was 15 minutes walk back down the lane to the house. Billy the cat was sunning herself on the gatepost and rolled over to be fussed as I approached. I walked to the kitchen door that was propped open and quietly walked in to be confronted by Wendy, Mal’s mum stretching up lifting a jug from a high shelf over the cooker.
I froze as I realised she was wearing just a tiny short nightie that only covered half her dimpled bottom, she was on tiptoes with her legs a little apart. I got my first ever view of a womans hairy pussy lips as I stood there frozen to the spot. My eyes fixed on her thick thighs leading up to her hairy cleft and lovely round cheeks.
She turned after reaching the jug and gasped “Oh shit you scared me to death”
She leaned on the cooker and placed the jug on the table.
“What are you doing here, its not half past six yet. Are you all ok”
I apologised for the fright and said we’d been up for hours and had no watch.
I was trying to look her in the eye as I spoke but I couldn’t stop my eyes wandering toher nightdress that despite a faint pattern concealed not the smallest detail of her full hanging tits with pointed nipples pressing against the fabric and down over some rolls of fat on her tummy to a thick dark triangle of dark brown hair between her chubby dimpled thighs.
Predictably my shorts began to become a tent with a rising pole at it’s centre. I tried to ignore it but I knew her eyes had picked up on my reaction.
“You know it’s rude to stare Nicholas don’t you, I can’t believe you caught me like this. Thankfully Mal’s dad has gone golfing or we would both be in some bother. What do you want anyway?”
I explained I came for some milk and she calmly turned round and bent over as she took a bottle from the fridge presenting me with a view of her bum and hairy cleft and heavy breasts hanging into her see through nightie. Calmly she stood up and put the bottle on the table her eyes slowly dropping to my bulging shorts. She smiled and looked me in the eyes.
“Well, tell me what you think of a fat middle aged mum, it looks you seem to think I’m exciting by the state of your shorts. I’m quite flattered I suppose”
“I’m sorry I can’t control my...thing….but I’ve never seen a woman in real life like this. Thank you for not freaking out. I didn’t mean to stare but I couldn’t help it. You look amazing, very beautiful I think. I’ve always thought that”
“Oh so you always liked the look of me did you? Can I ask if you masturbate thinking of me, don’t be shy it’s a natural thing for young men like you. I get stared at as a teacher by lots of young men, I know what they’re thinking”
“I’m do think you’re lovely, you’re very beautiful and have kind eyes. I do masturbate and have thought of you if I’m honest”
“ Who else”
“ There’s Mrs Bulmer in the school office and one of the dinner ladies but it’s often you and Sue Lawley the newsreader she has a strict sort of look to her as well as sexy”
“Trust me young man I can be more than strict if I find you have mentioned any of this to any one especially that clown of a son of mine. I do think you’re a nice lad and because of that I’ll say no more about this to anyone. Promise?”
“Yes I promise, thank you”
“Now before you go”
With that she peeled the nightie over her head and stood there in her kitchen fully naked with her hands in her hair legs slightly apart giving me a view of her pussy lips through her bush of hair, I could see she was damp down there but didn’t think in my naivety that she was probably as turned on as I was by this.
“I’ll turn round twice so you can see all the sights and then I think you should go and take the milk back for some breakfast. I think you should go and hide behind a hedge and have a good hard wank or that erection will be embarrassing you all morning”
I tried to drink her in as much as I could, the throbbing ache in my balls was lovely in many ways.
I thanked her and promised I’d say nothing before turning for the door.
“ Hey you forgot the milk, all your brains gone to your cock like most men”
She laughed quietly before calling me back.
I turned and caught a stinging hard slap right across my face, breathless and shocked.
She grabbed my really hard by my still rigid cock and whispered in my ear.
“Behave yourself with those girls in the village or you’ll answer to me. Remember they are ladies too, respect them”
I nodded and reeled away, head spinning, balls and cock throbbing. It was not to be my last encounter with Wendy but it was the first time and has stayed alive in my memory over all these years.
She was a rather chubby dark blonde lady probably around 40 at the time, shoulder length wavy hair and large round glasses that were common back in the mid 1970’s.
I started going out to their house in a local village to play and hang out with my mate Mal, usually this involved wandering the woods and fields and exploring disused farmhouses. We would build dens in haystacks and often camp overnight in quiet corners of fields around the village.
There was a real sense of bubbling sexuality in our little group of me, my mate and another local friend from school. We would sit around a campfire and talk about local girls and other school mates sisters.
The weekend of the 1970 World Cup Final was blazing hot and we were camping a mile or so from my friend’s house. We had no watch with us which added a timeless quality to the day.
Awaking in the morning thick mist on the ground about 5 feet deep gave the morning light a real eerie quality and we waded through it to nearby wood and tried to gather some wood to build a fire.
After getting the fire going we were joined by a couple of the local girls who engaged in the sort of saucy flirty banter that seemed to be our usual method of unsophisticated conversation with the opposite sex. Being at an all boys school encouraged a fascination with girls without giving any practice in how to sensibly communicate. The previous night we had been discussing both these young ladies and saying how we should make then dance naked round the campfire for our amusement, Valerie a slim young blonde daughter of a local farmer came and sat next to me on the grass and asked what we had been doing the previous evening.
“ Running round the stubble field naked in the moonlight” was someone’s laughing reply.
“All you boys together in the nude must be like the showers at school” Valerie replied punching me gently in the ribs and pushing me into the grass.
This was enough contact to give me an instant rock hard erection in my shorts that I was desperate to conceal and sat up with my knees by my chest and tried to deflect attention to someone else.
Valerie’s friend was a petite dark haired girl, pretty as a boy’s imagination might want. I think she was called Sheenagh.
“I bet you didn’t all get undressed, it’s just a schoolboy fantasy like I’ve read in my brother’s supposedly secret stash of dirty mags. You should all do it again while Val and I watch. We might be tempted to join you! Eh Val?”
My friend Mal who was by far the most confident of us stood up and took off his T shirt and challenged her.
“Come on let’s see if you’re as brave as you say”
To our amazement Sheenagh pulled her blue T shirt over her head revealing a little yellow boob tube with the outline of her puffy nipples showing through on top of what were obviously very tiny teenage titties.
The atmosphere was electric my pulse was thumping in my ears and my cock throbbing in my shorts.
“ Go on I dare you to drop your shorts” she taunted Mal.
He vaulted the gate into the stubble field dropped his shorts and ran off into the lifting mist shouting to Sheenagh to show what she had.
I had stood up and forgotten about the state of my shorts and I glanced and saw that Tony our other companion was in a similar state with his eyes fixed on Sheenagh’s slim lovely body covered only by a blue cotton miniskirt.
“You’re a fool Mal, Val and I have both seen your cock and balls, come on Val lets go and get some breakfast”
Val gave my bulging shorts a long hard look it might have been disgust or lust I couldn’t decide but I blushed deepest red as she brushed past me and ran off laughing with Sheenagh down the lane into the rising sun and lifting mist.
Mal arrived back and pulled his shorts on before climbing the gate back to our tent.
“That was fun, I knew she wouldn’t dare”
“Well I hope they don’t go blabbing to their sisters about you. It would be bound to get back to your Mum sooner or later”
“I’ll risk it, I know Sheenagh fancies me, I need to see what’s under that yellow top of hers!”
Time seemed to be flying by and we were feeling hungry, we had stale bread and biscuits and milk but on examination the milk had turned badly. I was despatched to go back to Mal’s house and ask his Mum for some milk while he and Tony got the fire going.
I set off with the rising heat of the fierce sun baking into my face, we seemed to have been up for hours and it felt like it was coming up for lunchtime. It was 15 minutes walk back down the lane to the house. Billy the cat was sunning herself on the gatepost and rolled over to be fussed as I approached. I walked to the kitchen door that was propped open and quietly walked in to be confronted by Wendy, Mal’s mum stretching up lifting a jug from a high shelf over the cooker.
I froze as I realised she was wearing just a tiny short nightie that only covered half her dimpled bottom, she was on tiptoes with her legs a little apart. I got my first ever view of a womans hairy pussy lips as I stood there frozen to the spot. My eyes fixed on her thick thighs leading up to her hairy cleft and lovely round cheeks.
She turned after reaching the jug and gasped “Oh shit you scared me to death”
She leaned on the cooker and placed the jug on the table.
“What are you doing here, its not half past six yet. Are you all ok”
I apologised for the fright and said we’d been up for hours and had no watch.
I was trying to look her in the eye as I spoke but I couldn’t stop my eyes wandering toher nightdress that despite a faint pattern concealed not the smallest detail of her full hanging tits with pointed nipples pressing against the fabric and down over some rolls of fat on her tummy to a thick dark triangle of dark brown hair between her chubby dimpled thighs.
Predictably my shorts began to become a tent with a rising pole at it’s centre. I tried to ignore it but I knew her eyes had picked up on my reaction.
“You know it’s rude to stare Nicholas don’t you, I can’t believe you caught me like this. Thankfully Mal’s dad has gone golfing or we would both be in some bother. What do you want anyway?”
I explained I came for some milk and she calmly turned round and bent over as she took a bottle from the fridge presenting me with a view of her bum and hairy cleft and heavy breasts hanging into her see through nightie. Calmly she stood up and put the bottle on the table her eyes slowly dropping to my bulging shorts. She smiled and looked me in the eyes.
“Well, tell me what you think of a fat middle aged mum, it looks you seem to think I’m exciting by the state of your shorts. I’m quite flattered I suppose”
“I’m sorry I can’t control my...thing….but I’ve never seen a woman in real life like this. Thank you for not freaking out. I didn’t mean to stare but I couldn’t help it. You look amazing, very beautiful I think. I’ve always thought that”
“Oh so you always liked the look of me did you? Can I ask if you masturbate thinking of me, don’t be shy it’s a natural thing for young men like you. I get stared at as a teacher by lots of young men, I know what they’re thinking”
“I’m do think you’re lovely, you’re very beautiful and have kind eyes. I do masturbate and have thought of you if I’m honest”
“ Who else”
“ There’s Mrs Bulmer in the school office and one of the dinner ladies but it’s often you and Sue Lawley the newsreader she has a strict sort of look to her as well as sexy”
“Trust me young man I can be more than strict if I find you have mentioned any of this to any one especially that clown of a son of mine. I do think you’re a nice lad and because of that I’ll say no more about this to anyone. Promise?”
“Yes I promise, thank you”
“Now before you go”
With that she peeled the nightie over her head and stood there in her kitchen fully naked with her hands in her hair legs slightly apart giving me a view of her pussy lips through her bush of hair, I could see she was damp down there but didn’t think in my naivety that she was probably as turned on as I was by this.
“I’ll turn round twice so you can see all the sights and then I think you should go and take the milk back for some breakfast. I think you should go and hide behind a hedge and have a good hard wank or that erection will be embarrassing you all morning”
I tried to drink her in as much as I could, the throbbing ache in my balls was lovely in many ways.
I thanked her and promised I’d say nothing before turning for the door.
“ Hey you forgot the milk, all your brains gone to your cock like most men”
She laughed quietly before calling me back.
I turned and caught a stinging hard slap right across my face, breathless and shocked.
She grabbed my really hard by my still rigid cock and whispered in my ear.
“Behave yourself with those girls in the village or you’ll answer to me. Remember they are ladies too, respect them”
I nodded and reeled away, head spinning, balls and cock throbbing. It was not to be my last encounter with Wendy but it was the first time and has stayed alive in my memory over all these years.
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