1. The Wreck of the Horstfels


    Date: 11/17/2017, Categories: Taboo, Author: Rosehay, Rating: 3, Source: LushStories

    CHAPTER ONE Though forty, there was still something very girlish about my step-mother Adalind. It was said that she had married my aged and ailing father during the war, more for the promise of inheriting the bungalow at his death than for any romantic reason. He died when I was eleven. The bungalow passed to my step-mother freehold. She had a widow's pension, and so we got through those difficult years on a somewhat frugal diet of fish and potatoes. The bungalow was beautifully situated at Viking Moos on a 100-foot high headland looking out over the Estuary. It was claimed by local historians that Vikings from Denmark and Schleswig had come ashore here 1200 years ago. Below the headland was a strip of beach so narrow as never to be frequented by holiday makers. Here one could take peaceful walks along the shore even in summer. The crescent of forest to the rear of the bungalow protected us against the worst of the winter winds. There I spent my happy childhood, for my step-mother Adalind saw to my every need. Her pet name for me was Wulf. So as to deter me from any idea of going to University at eighteen, when I was sixteen Adalind had explained that she wanted me to obtain work with a finance office in the local town and study internal auditing at home. Wulf had little alternative but to comply. Adalind's secret plans for herself and me, as confided to her contemporary diary, were that, "...In a few years, Wulf will be the best man of all for Adalind. His face is clear ...
    cut and sensitive, his figure spare, held upright with shoulders braced military fashion. But there is something taut about his whole bearing, like a rope stretched too tightly. I feel that Wulf needs Adalind permanently by his side to balance his mind and nerves." Well, that was one way of stating what she had in mind for Wulf. I noticed a definite change in the relationship with my step-mother after my seventeenth birthday. I saw that she was putting pressure on me to begin thinking of her as a sexual partner if not as a potential wife. For example, she wore thin cotton dresses about the house, and her hugs in greeting and goodbye were now full frontal, her nipples like pebbles against my chest. Often if these cuddles and giggles went on too long they would give me an erection, my upright penis pressing against her pubis, but she never seemed to mind, nor angle her body away from me to avoid it. She also introduced the tradition of kissing me on the mouth which had never been the custom before. "Come on," she insisted, "What harm can a mere kiss do?" So we had our first proper "mere" kiss. It was hard to disengage from it. The softness of her lips and the passion which went into it were very beguiling. It lasted about thirty seconds. "Mmmm! My, you're a naughty boy, kissing your step-mum like that!" she grinned. In one of my favourite photos of her it can be seen that she had quite broad shoulders but an otherwise trim figure. She wore her auburn hair centre-parted and in a ...
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