Chapter 1

I lived in a small mid-west town from my birth until the age of twenty-three when I went travelling in Europe. This story happened to me when I was nineteen. My parents ran a small guesthouse that took in some permanent guests and travelling salesmen. I say my parents ran the guesthouse; in fact my mother ran it whilst my father earned a living as an IT hardware engineer. This job meant that he was often away for a few days at a time. I therefore did my best to lend a hand, tidying and maintaining the place, to help my mother.

Let me describe my mother and myself. Mom was and still is a petite, attractive brunette with slightly boyish looks, enhanced by her liking for bobbed hairstyles. She is slim and naturally athletic looking being 5' 4" and with a figure most twenty-year olds would die for. I myself am 5' 11", sandy haired, slim & fit. Nothing special to look at but generally okay, you could say.

I considered myself to be heterosexual and had, by the age of nineteen, had a good deal of sex with a few girlfriends, but nothing serious. Generally I am happy with my own company but by no means a loner. I do however have a great interest in all things sexual and have from an early age. I enjoy sex magazines, porn videos and generally fantasising about sex in all its forms. I have never thought of myself as obsessed; I simply have the high sex drive of a regular young man. I suppose if there is anything unusual about me it is that I am a sexual hedonist when it comes to both viewing and fantasising about sex. For me anything goes; hetero, gay, lesbian, bi, consensual, non-consensual, and even bestial. The only exceptions I make are that I'm not into S&M or anything that involves children.

Anyway, back to the story of how the arrival of a new guest and subsequent events put all my fantasies into the shade.

One Saturday morning Mom told me that a man had phoned to arrange accommodation on a semi-permanent basis. He was coming into town to do some contract work at a local surveyors office and wanted to stay at least three weeks and maybe longer depending how his work went. Mom said that she had told him a room would be ready for him that afternoon. She then told me his name was Peter and that she was going to put him in the attic room and asked that I make sure the room was all in order since it hadn't had a guest in it for the last six months. I checked it out after lunch, opened up the windows to let it air through, fixed a broken bulb and generally gave it a clean through. Mom then made up the bed with fresh linen.

Peter arrived around four o'clock after a seven-hour car journey. He was in his late thirties, very slightly overweight but was clean and smart in appearance. However there was something about him, a look in his eye, the way he carried himself, something different but I couldn't put my finger on it. He hadn't even unpacked when he asked if he could bath to freshen up. I must admit that I thought this was a little strange. Most guests at least had a look around the house and yard, grabbed a coffee and chatted a little before settling in and taking baths, but not Peter; he wanted a bath straight away. Mum showed him along the corridor to the bathroom and I followed behind. I could see that Peter was taking a good look at Mom's ass which I have to say looked pretty good in a pair of tight stretch-jeans. Don't get me wrong. I didn't make a habit of looking at my Mom sexually, it's just there was no denying, she had a great arse!