My first attempt so don’t be too harsh. Feedback will be appreciated.
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 17 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 there 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.