Rate this story I think this must have happened when I was about 12 as I remember it being quite soon after I first started “playing with myself” as I called it then. For years my mother had been a friend with a woman who lived up our street and I had known her and her two daughters for a long time. My mother’s friend kept a small holiday chalet on a development by the coast and we regular used to get invited there for the weekend. It was at this chalet that these events took place. My parents and...
