Besides my parents bed on my father's side there was a bedside locker with a curtain over the front. It was full of magazines showing scantily dressed and naked women. I found out about it because my very young brother use to crawl up to the locker and pull all of these magazines out on to the floor and look through them. My mother watched him do it but never stopped him. So my logic was if its ok for him then it must be ok for me. I felt free of any guilt seeing as my mother watched my brother and me leafing through these somewhat dog-eared and worn magazines. I'm pretty sure my brother was too young to realise what he was looking at but for me it was very different. My heart rate and my cock rose considerably as one by one the naked women came into view.

My father's source was chiefly the RAF camp he worked. It was in the main soft core porn. Although in some magazines the women were fully naked, their pubic areas had been very heavily censored and airbrushed clean. There were also lots of pinups in bikinis and bra, panties, suspenders and stockings. I really liked these as the suspenders had quite an effect on me. The nice smooth black stocking made their legs look gorgeous.  However, there were a couple of magazines that were uncensored and must have come from the Canadians that were there at the time. The printing was all in French but the women were all uncensored! Nearly every picture was of a totally naked woman with some reason for her legs to be spread wide apart clearly showing her cunt. I never missed a chance to look at these. In one of the magazines, it must have been something of the S&M genre, as one sequence had this naked girl strapped to a tree with her legs spread apart and her arms secured behind her. This position had caused her cunt to gape open and was the subject of several close up photographs.  Although I had seen my mother's cunt wide open this was something different. This vision was one I continually replayed when I had my wank in bed at night. I would imagine myself as the captor going round feeling and spreading the lips of her cunt apart.

My father would also bring postcard photosets back that he'd managed to get from the airmen. Many of these had actually been taken by them of women they had managed to get into their barrack rooms. He'd come back from work and tell my mother that he had something to show her. They would confer over them very closely with my mother issuing the occasional mmmm or ohhhhh! On one particular occasion my mother suddenly exclaimed that's so ‘n so she went to school with me, well I never I would have imagined her doing anything like that well, well, well! Most of the sets took the same line; 1 in bra and panties, 1 standing facing the camera totally naked, I standing naked of the rear, Then the rest on the bed finishing with a couple with her legs spread wide apart. Occasionally there would be one who would spread her cunt lips apart. The one my mother made a big exclamation over had done a big set of 12 and many had her opening her cunt.  In the 1950s this sort of stuff was considered obscene and folk were ending up in Court over it and paying some hefty fines if found guilty!  Pretty horny stuff really.  After they had both looked at them they would temporarily be secreted behind the books on the sideboard. However, when the coast was clear I managed to get them out to see them for myself. It turned out that my father had managed to hold on to a few of these sets but it seems most had to be returned.

In the 1950s, for me, wank magazines were very difficult to come by so, I used to have to do with wanking over the lingerie adverts in some of the ladies magazines. There were some very pretty women in stockings and suspenders but nothing very racy. However, after a few years I had managed to get a little more respectable collection together. My mother found these magazines that I thought I had satisfactorily secreted away from her gaze. Despite being censored they were quite good ones by Harrison Marks full of women with big tits. Well my mother went and told my father who then confronted me with this fact. Had my mother done it I'd have felt quite at ease but because it was my father I didn't know where to put myself. He laughed a lot and seemed really pleased. He then promptly said you can have some of mine too and gave me a small handful of the magazines that I had previously seen by his bedside. I flicked thought them slowly in front of him that when I said I liked them very much he seemed to enjoy, as if we were now in the same club. I put them in my bedroom.

As my mother had already seen them, from that time on, they remained on the top of my small table with all the others I had managed to collect. Brazenly, I even left the ones I'd had a wanked over on the floor for my mother to pick up when she made the bed. She would always very neatly rearrange the pile smallest at the top largest at the bottom; it couldn't have escaped her notice that I masturbated over these magazines quit a lot.