A Normal Family: Chapter One

In the summer of 1983 I just turned 14 years old. And like most boys at that age I was perpetually horny, In fact the only things I could think about were Julie Weisman, fucking Julie Weisman and convincing my parents to buy me an Apple Macintosh. None of which was likely to happen. Julie barely knew I existed and my parents had pretty much told me that the only way I was going to get a computer was if I bought it myself. To make sure that happened I was going to have to do more then cut lawns. I just didn’t know what.

Before I continue I should tell you a little bit about my family and me. My name is Steven Frankel and I was born to Suzanne and Gary Frankel in June of 1969. I was the oldest of four children, two sisters and one brother. We grew-up outside of Detroit. My father was an exec at one of the big 3 and my mom worked part time doing billing for the family doctor.

At 14 I was pretty normal. I was 6’1. Brown hair and the start of an athletic build. I also started seeing Lisa Cooper. Like me she was 14 and ready to start her freshman year in the fall. There were two problems with our relationship. The first was that holding hands was the farthest she’d go. The second and most important was that I really didn’t like her. The only reason I dated her was because I could talk to her. Back then I had problems talking to girls that I was attracted to. So I was cursed to only date girls I wasn’t attracted to.

My favorite hobby, besides hanging with my friends and going to the arcade, was jerking-off, which I did every night as soon as I was pretty sure everyone was sound asleep. I would stroke it to images of Julie, the hot lady who worked at the pharmacy, the girls on the magazines that I saw behind the counter at 7-11, and even my mom. Don’t judge me. If you saw my mom back then you’d say she was hot too. She was 32, had long black hair, an incredible figure and big D-cup breasts.

I don’t think my mom ever envisioned living in the suburbs raising 4 kids and being married to a man as boring as my dad. Growing-up she dreamed of being an artist living in NYC. But that never happened. One night in 1968 a 17-year-old Suzanne Schwartz met Gary Frankel, a man ten years her elder at a party. That night led to them having to get married and her dreams becoming just that.

She never resented dad or us kids. She made the best of it by always encouraging us to follow our dreams. She was introduced us to cool new music, books and movies. She made it her goal that her kids were not going to grow-up to be generic suburbanites like so many of the kids we went to school with. She wanted us to be individuals. She wanted us to have the life that she didn’t.

The story officially begins in July of 1983. I had just gotten done mowing the Weisman’s lawn and cutting their bushes. For the most part their lawn and bushes were pretty easy to tend to. The only difficult part was seeing Julie lounging by the pool wearing a skimpy bikini.

Julie was a perfect 14-year-old hottie. She was 5’2, probably weighed 100lbs and had smallish tits. She had curly jet-black hair. Her best feature was probably her ass. It looked so good when she wore tight designer jeans.

At this moment she was wearing a tight blue bikini. I stopped trimming the bushes from the other side of the fence to study every inch of her body as she walked into the house to answer the door. Seconds later she returned to the pool holding Jay Knoll’s hand.

I hated Jay; he had everything. At 16 he was the star of the football team, member of the National Honor Society, class president and the most popular guy in the school. The worst thing is that he wasn’t an asshole. He was probably the nicest guy in the world. He didn’t pick on anyone. He treated everyone with respect. Yet I hated him because he had the one thing I didn’t – Julie.

They sat on the chaise lounge kissing. Jay broke away for a second, looked around and said, “Are we alone?”

“Yes,” Julie said. “Steve was here earlier cutting the grass, but I think he’s long gone.”

“Good,” Jay said before resuming making out with her.

About ten minutes later he pulled down his jeans and underwear revealing his hard cock. When I saw what he had it made me laugh. I guess Jay wasn’t perfect with a small unit like that between his legs. It looked like it was half the size of mine. Julie looked like she didn’t care. She grabbed his cock, stroked it, spit on it and started sucking it. She was treating it as if it was the greatest cock in the world.

I dropped my trousers and started stroking my unit as Jay moved his pecker in and out of Julie’s mouth. I closed my eyes and imagined that it was me getting sucked off by the object of my affection.

A few minutes later she got on all fours. Jay got behind her and gently slid her bikini bottoms off. I caught a glimpse of her hairy bush. This made me stroke faster. Jay then inserted his cock and started fucking her. She started moaning. He started groaning. The faster he moved, the faster I stroked. Within minutes he took his cock out of her pussy and sprayed his cum all over her ass. He then grabbed her towel and wiped it off.

“That was amazing babe,” Jay said.

After turning over to lie on her back, she pointed to her pussy and said, “We’re not done yet.”

“Maybe after my swim,” he said right before jumping into the pool.

She then started fingering her hairy pussy. From my vantage point I could see her fingers move in and out of her twat. Watching a girl masturbate was too much for me to handle. I started stroking faster and faster until my cock exploded baby batter all over her mom’s bushes. I thanked God that no one heard me moan as I came. I pulled my pants up, grabbed my tools and ran home.

Within minutes I was home, opened the front door and ran upstairs as fast as I could. Ran right into the shower in my parents’ room (the shower in the kids’ bathroom was broken), took off my clothes, hopped in the shower and started jerking off again.

I closed my eyes and replayed the whole scene at Julie’s pool in my mind with me in Jay’s role. I was lost in my own world imaging Julie sucking my cock that I didn’t hear my mom knock on the door saying, “Robert, is everything alright?”

I guess she kept on knocking for a couple of minutes before entering. As soon as she walked in she saw me abusing my man meat. I made the mistake of not closing the shower curtain when I rushed into the shower.

From the corner of my eye I saw her standing there staring at me.

“Get out,” I screamed.

She just stood there.

“Get out I screamed,” once again as I continued to stroke away.

I wanted to stop but I was to close to completion. Even with my mom watching I was stroking faster and faster until I shot my load all over the tiled walls of the shower.