My Friend Jenny’s Mum

Literotic asexstories – My Friend Jenny’s Mum by lucy_anne21,lucy_anne21 Watching in quiet breathless excitement, I saw John brush is hand over his mother’s bottom, the smooth printed polyester material, rippling under his touch. Slowly, his fingers lingering over the smooth swell of her hip, squeezing gently, causing her to put her head back, eyes closed as she sighed. He leaned over her shoulder, turning her towards him, and kissed her, softly with care and tenderness. The diffused light through the netting curtains of the kitchen window, falling across them both, softening her upturned face. Fascinated, I saw her reach down and unzip him, putting her hand into his flies, taking his penis in her fingers.

Although I had become active quite early, and I’m no stranger to sex, it was one of the most sensuous vignettes I’ve ever seen. A short, unexpected scene, unintentionally displayed by them, full of care, warmth and passion, and one that filled me with a desire to see more.

I must have made a slight movement or sound, because suddenly Millie looked up and saw me standing in the shadow of the doorway.

“Oh, my goodness I thought you were in the lounge waiting for Jennifer.”

I had gone to their house on Saturday morning to meet up with Jenny, who was home from the university in the North, where she was reading music. She’d been delayed, Millie, her mother, invited me in to wait for her, and had brought me a coffee. I saw Jenny’s brother John, pass by the door on his way to the kitchen, where his mum was bustling around, washing up the breakfast things. So, I thought I’d take my empty mug out, and offer to help dry up.

“I’m sorry, I was just bringing my mug out, and I was going to help you with the crocs.”

“How long have you been standing there?”

“Long enough to get interested.”

She developed a worried expression, blushing slightly, which made her look all the more attractive.

“Oh, I’m most terribly sorry, it must have been a shock for you.”

“Don’t worry Millie, yes, it was a surprise, but an enjoyable one. I’m broad minded, and discreet, and as long as you both consent to what you’re doing, then carry on. It’s a lot more common than people realise, but as it’s sort of hidden, it doesn’t get much attention.”

Millie was an attractive woman, 43, pretty in a homely way, well dressed, with a shapely but plumpish figure, curvy, almost inviting. She had a lovely smile, and a soft quiet voice. She was shortish around 5′ 3″, tawny brown hair, beautiful smooth pale skin, hazel eyes, and strong legs. She was all women, her bust was a little larger than mine, 36C, or maybe 38B. She exuded a natural sense of warmth and pleasurable comfort, someone who cared for the people she knew.

Her husband, Stuart, had divorced her shortly after Jenny was born, running off with some blonde frilly that he’d met while employed as a manager in car sales. The last time she’d had sex was with him, cruelly, the night before he ran out on her. They divorced, and she carried on with her life, taking a pragmatic view of life without him. From what I’d gathered from Millie, he was no great loss.

There had been a few men she’d gone out with when she had tried to re-enter the dating scene, but she had been disappointed by their attitudes. Either they were too shy, or lacked confidence, some so self centred that they were extremely boring to her. Or they were too forward, believing that because she was a divorcee she was an easy lay, one that had firmly stuck in her mind had been such a man. She remembered had been brutally blunt. They had met in a nice pub, and almost as soon as they sat down together for a drink he’d placed his hand on her knee, squeezing her thigh and said.

“So, Millie, we’re both adults there’s no need to beat around the bush, we can go to my place or yours and find out if we are physically compatible, sex is very important to me, and I don’t want to waste my time if you’re not up for it. So, how about it?”

She had felt disgusted by his behaviour towards her and ppushing his hand away, had quickly responded.

“No, I need to get to know a prospective partner before that happens, so I’m afraid I’ll have to turn you down.”

“Alright, that’s fine, there’s plenty more women out there who would jump at the chance to sleep with me.”

“I’m sure you realise by now that I’m not one of them, and I find it difficult imagine that there are many who would be that eager, unless you’re paying them of course?”

“I’m off then, you can pay for the drinks, goodbye.”

With that, he stood up and walked out leaving her there alone.

After that she gave up and didn’t bother with any further dates, even the introductions set up by her friends, so there hadn’t really been anyone else she had paid any attention to since him. Sure enough, her interest in further meetings waned, and her home became the paramount concern, as she concentrated on making sure her children were brought up well, had a good education and enjoyed a comfortable life.

John was the eldest child, he was around 22, He didn’t inherit his mums looks, taking after his father. He was taciturn, brown hair, blue eyes, tallish, nearly 6′, strongly built. He didn’t strike any particular chord with me and wasn’t someone in whom I was interested. In fairness, I didn’t appeal to him either. He’d had a few girlfriends, but although he’d shared his cherry with one of them, the relationships *didn’t last very long with him. He was a quiet and intelligent individual but had difficulty forming relationships. He tolerated me, simply because I was Jenny’s friend.

Jenny had been my friend since dad sent me to the private secondary girl’s school, most of my friends were from my schooldays, but I was now making some new ones at university. She was a bit older than I was, her 19th birthday due in August, mine in October, and in appearance she took after her mother. Darker hair, almost chestnut brown, she wore it in a short pixie cut. Jenny was heart achingly pretty, with a round face, liquid brown eyes, slim figure, shapely legs, small firm bosom, altogether a lovely girl, with a kind and forgiving disposition.

Millie looked relieved, John stood to one side, alarmed, but without saying anything, I made as though to return to the lounge, forestalled by Millie, who, her voice heavy with concern asked in a low voice.

“Are you sure you didn’t mind?”

“Of course not, you’re both adults, what you do together is your business and nobody else’s, certainly not mine.”

“That’s very kind of you Lucy, thank you.”

“Does anyone else know, Jenny perhaps?”

“Only you, and us, we’ve kept it between ourselves.”

“I don’t want to make a mistake and blurt it out to Jenny, thinking she knew.”

Retuning to the lounge I resumed my seat and continued to wait for Jenny. Shortly afterwards Millie came in and sat down next to me. She seemed to be gathering the courage to discuss what I saw in more detail, eventually taking a deep breath she spoke.

“Lucy, I know you told me that you wouldn’t say anything about John and I, but I just wanted make sure that you weren’t finding it difficult to absorb.”

“Honestly Millie, there’s no need to worry, I promise that I’ll keep your confidence no matter what.”

“In some ways, it’s a relief that somebody else knows, but I never thought it might be you.”

“Well, it’s not as though there’s a club you could join though, is there.”

“I’d really like to discuss this a bit more with you, but with Jenny coming home soon there isn’t enough time today.”

“Perhaps I could come around on Thursday after she’s gone back to uni, we can have some uninterrupted time together and you can tell me as much as you’d like to, is that a possibility?”

“After lunch?”

“That’s perfect Millie, it’ll give me time to get dad off to work, and prepare my course work for Friday, I can get over here by 12:30.”

“I’ll look forward to it, John will have gone to work, he’s on a late shift, so we’ll have the place to ourselves, we can talk freely without interruptions.”

Jenny arrived, all of a fluster at being late, and we went out to my car, and drove to an out-of-town shopping centre. After an hour or so of browsing through the boutiques and accessories shops, we ended up in a nice comfortable café, where we sat together in a corner away from the rush and tumble of the shopping mall. Enjoying ourselves catching up and exchanging news about the friends we knew. Discussing the latest fashions, music, the sort of things girls talk about when we’re together, inevitably the conversation turned to boys, sex and our respective love life’s. She’d met a number of nice men at her university, and had been on a few dates, but like me, she preferred to have casual relationships, not wishing to be tied down.

We spent time reminiscing about our younger days, how we would go out at the weekends, on ‘knob hunts,’ looking for quick one nighter’s. How we would often go clubbing, easily getting into night clubs, despite being a bit too young. It’s strange, that when we were younger, both of us were able to pass easily for 18, and now at the over 18 stages, we were easily able to pass ourselves off as girls who were a lot younger (it’s surprising how many men take interest in us like that). We talked and laughed together, while drinking our coffees. Jenny had a wicked sense of humour, and an incredibly dirty mind, she could shock me with some of the things she said.

We discussed in hushed tones, our own relationship and how on sleepovers at my house, we had lain in my bed together. Exploring each others bodies as we kissed and hugged, and that heavenly moment when we had first tasted the others femininity, enjoying the ambrosia of our essence, feeling the wonder of the sweet delicate touch from someone else.

Reflecting on some of our more daring adventures, the recollections flooded back. She was more risk averse than me, but when we were together, I was a bad influence on her, and we took a wider approach. We remembered the expressions on some of the men’s faces, when we had gone around the department stores in the west end. Both of us without knickers, she had sneakily lifted my skirt up at the back, exposing my bottom while we were going up the escalators.

Sharing our memories about the two men, one mature, one slightly younger, who we allowed to take us back to their apartment. They had paired off with each of us, me choosing to take the older one, and spent an energetic few hours in bed indulging in very vigorous sex. Even though I was deeply physically involved myself, I could hear Jenny in the other room exulting in her congress with her younger choice. How in the middle of the night, we had got up quietly, and swapped over, each of us sampling what the other had just enjoyed.

Then in the early morning hours, just before break of dawn, we had sneaked out of their beds and into the living room, dressed ourselves, leaving our knickers stretched over their bedside lamps. Hers, light blue with white frills, mine, heavy black lace. Going out quietly without waking them as they slept, both of them exhausted and completely drained by us, we had walked some distance from their place and called an Uber to take us to our respective homes. Being careful with our skirts as we got into the back seat, I was dropped off first, and she continued on to her home.

All too soon, the afternoon came to an end, and I took her home, before returning to my own house. I spent the evening studying and talking with daddy, before going up to bed, and falling deeply asleep. The following morning daddy went off to play golf as usual on Sundays, and I busied myself around the house, loading the dishwasher, hoovering, before settling down to study for the coming week of lectures.

Thursday morning dawned, bright and sunny. Daddy left for work early, I washed the breakfast dishes, and went about the daily housekeeping. Eventually I finished my tasks, including preparing my folder for Friday’s lectures. Taking a shower, and towelling myself dry, I dressed casually, just a plain light green cotton bra, and matching cotton panties. A green satin slip, with white trim, light tan hold ups, and a sage coloured cheesecloth sleeveless dress.

Taking the 20-minute drive towards Hendon and Jenny’s house, I thought about how to approach the conversation, perhaps one that Millie might retreat from, given the passage of time, and sensitivity of the subject. Arriving. I parked in the drive and walked to the front door. She was waiting there, excited to see me.

“Lucy, I’m so glad you came, come on in, let’s go into the lounge and have coffee.”

Ushering me through the lounge, indicating that I should sit on the couch, she went to the kitchen and bustled around, making a pot of coffee, before returning with a laden tray, and sitting down next to me. She poured us both a cup, and we sat together in companionable silence, as we drank the hot drinks. My dress had slipped up to my lap, exposing my underwear, and taking note of my clothes she spoke.

“Lucy, you wear such stylish clothes, even when you wear plain underwear you look so deliciously fresh. Green really suits you, it brings out your eyes, and highlights that reddish tint to your hair,”

She herself was looking very sophisticated, with a plain white blouse, a black knee length skirt, sheer coffee-coloured tights, with a lacy white slip, flickering into sight at her hem, as she moved around on the seat.

“You always look nice as well Millie.”

I sensed she wanted to talk but wasn’t sure how to approach the conversation. I smiled warmly at her, and taking a deep breath, I started it for her.

“So, Millie. You and John, would you like to tell me about it? I’ll understand if you don’t, but if you do, you can be sure that I won’t be shocked or disapproving, and by now you know that I’ll keep your confidences to myself.”

“Thank heaven you’ve said that Lucy, I do want to tell you, tell you everything, you’ve no idea how hard it’s been, the heaviness of the knowledge, how much of a relief it is to let it all out, and how pleased I am that it’s you I can talk to.”

“Take your time, perhaps begin by telling me how it started, and how long you’ve been sharing each other?”

“Well, alright, here goes then. Oh my god I can’t believe I going to tell you all this.”

With a breathless rush, it all came tumbling out, I watched her face as she spoke, seeing expressions of deep tenderness, and satisfaction, sometimes her eyes closed, as she relived the memories. On occasion I saw almost pure bliss on her features, and I noticed how much she was blooming, her skin, soft and clear, her hair thick and glossy. Clearly what she was doing, no matter what anyone else may have thought, was doing her good.

John had been away at university for three years, apart from the usual holidays, he had completed his studies, graduating with a 2:1 in graphic art and design. On his return home, he took a job on a distribution centre working shifts and earning a reasonable rate of pay. He quickly assumed the position of ‘man of the house,’ and she’d found herself thinking of him first. Jenny was preparing to go to university in September, and once she had gone, they settled into life together, growing ever closer.

In the evenings when he wasn’t working, they would sit together on the sofa, and hold hands, or put their arms around each other. She began to notice how frequently he got an erection when they were touching each other, hip to hip, or shoulder to shoulder. Becoming aware that she had developed a desire for him since Jenny had gone to university, she found she couldn’t help herself or halt the inexorable progress to a closer relationship with him.

She had tempted him, subtly at first, a glimpse of underwear now and again, brushing close to him more and more frequently. She had left her bedroom door open and let him see her getting undressed. There had been the odd intrusion into the bathroom when he was in the shower. Usually when bringing fresh clean towels into the room, she found herself impressed by how much he’d developed, and how stiff he became when he saw her there watching him.

“Honestly Lucy, I didn’t set out to seduce him, he was my son for god’s sake, but I couldn’t help myself, the draw of his physical attractiveness was just too great.”

“What made you overcome your inhibitions?”

“I’m not sure, but each day that passed, the feelings got stronger, until I found myself getting turned on by him, to the extent I couldn’t wait for him to come home. I started dressing to excite him, you know, nice lingerie, shorter skirts. It wasn’t long before he started to respond, and I remember feeling overjoyed by his interest.”

“He didn’t have any girlfriends.”

“No, he wasn’t very good with the interactions, he’d get tongue tied, so it seemed natural that because he was relaxed around me that I became his girlfriend, his love interest.”

“Go on, how did it progress?”

She had continued the slow, temptation of him, deliberately introducing a sexual flirtation into their relationship. There had been occasions when she’d accidentally left her underwear in his laundry basket or hanging on the airier in their scullery. Her slow awakening to him, and his to her, progressed inevitably as she purposefully beguiled him, enticing him to become closer to her, enrapturing him with her charm, and sexual allure. As I mentioned previously although in her early 40’s, she was quite an attractive woman.

“Was there ever a time when you doubted your feelings, or perhaps felt that they were wrong?”

“Of course, Lucy, I lived in fear that he’d reject me, or that someone would find out and I’d face censure, but I couldn’t let it go. You have to remember that I hadn’t had sex with anyone since my husband left, more than 17 years, and my needs drove me to the brink of recklessness.”

“You pursued it though.”

“Yes, yes I did, I tried to resist, to tell myself I was being silly, but I was besotted by him, so I gave in to my feelings, and I don’t regret it one little bit.”

They’d gone out to dinner together frequently, she’d chosen discreet bistros, away from where they lived, small, dimly lit, where they’d been served great food, and dark good wine. Enjoyed nights at the cinema together, and afterwards, walked hand in hand along the riverbank across the river near Festival Hall, relaxing together, easy in their companionship when they ambled as a couple along the softly lit pathways, they strolled, taking in the fresh evening air.

On a drive out to the country, there had been a pleasant deepening of their relationship, and stopping for a picnic at a picturesque spot near the Windsor water park, they had lain together in the warm sunshine on the big tartan blanket, enjoying sandwiches and hot tea from a thermos. Seeming afterwards, with a natural ease to slip into a warm, intimate cuddle, and sharing their first real lover’s kiss. At that point, she had known he was hers, and that sex between them was a certainty, it was just a matter of when, and where.

Their intimacy became more advanced, and they kissed frequently on their dates, sometimes on park benches, or in the back row of the cinema. Her seductive wiles became increasingly evident in their effect on him. Her eyes sparked as she smiled at him over the restaurant tables, her low voice, almost a whisper had become enchanting to him. When in private they began to engage in light foreplay, cuddling together, one afternoon he’d slipped his hand up her dress, and fondled her smooth curved juicy vulva through her panties. She always wore silk underwear with him, knowing how stimulating the soft smooth material felt to a man, and how much he enjoyed the delightful tickle of lace against the back of his hand.

“Oh Millie! How lovely for you, that’s one of the things I look forward to most, that feeling as their hands smoothly go up the inside of my thighs, and that first touch on my panties, the tingle of expectation. You are a lucky, lucky girl.”

Millie had unfastened his flies, and taken his penis in her hand, stroking him, firmly but with great tenderness, and had brought him to ejaculation, spilling his hot semen into the palm of her hand.

Slowly and surely, she had lured him into more sexually overt activity, and had planned her final seduction of him, intending to go out to the theatre, have a romantic dinner afterwards, return home in a luxury taxi, then kiss and cuddle before undressing, purposefully, provocatively and in a sultry manner, encouraging him to fall on her and they would drown together in a powerful lust. They’d cuddle and engage in foreplay before pulling apart, and, their ardour raised, they would retire to her bed to relax together, engage in a session of heavy petting, followed by that delicious moment when she would surrender to him.

However, despite all her planning, their first time together had been almost completely unintentional. She explained how that initial encounter had begun between them, surprisingly it was an accident, even though her level of seductive behaviour had risen in the days preceding it. They had been to an out of the way pub where they weren’t known, enjoyed a few drinks together, and made their way home, she slightly tipsy, giggling as they walked close together, sensing each other’s presence, before arriving at the house. Spending some time kissing and fondling together on their sofa, they had gone up to their separate bedrooms and undressed for bed.

Lying in the half darkness, hoping John might knock on her door, come into her room, and that perhaps they’d spend some more time in intimate caressing. Slowly she succumbed to the sweet tendrils of sleep, fading into the deep dark abyss that a tired body craves. She had been asleep for several hours and had woken suddenly, with a sharp jolt having experienced a particularly stark, vivid and frightening nightmare, calling out loudly in terror in the early hours. John had hurried into her bedroom to find out what was wrong. Holding her shoulder as he woke her, he’d whispered.

“It’s alright mum, you’ve just had a bad dream. You’re safe, everything’s fine.”

“Oh, John, I’m frightened.”

“Shh mum, there’s nothing there to frighten you, I’ll stay with you for a while until you go to sleep again, you won’t have any more bad dreams tonight.”

He’d climbed into bed with her, and held her in his arms, stroking her hair and comforting her. She had turned towards him and rested her forehead on his chest. Slowly pushing her hips towards him, as his hands traced down her spine to her bottom. He’d flinched, surprised to find that under her filmy nightdress she wasn’t wearing any knickers. She had giggled softly, and lifted her head up, kissed him, long slowly and sensually. He couldn’t resist her, and the weeks of slow tempting on her part started to take effect.

“That was the first time you had sex with him Millie?”

“Yes, it was, oh, yes, we’d had some very close and steamy times together before then, but that was our first consummation, it was heavenly. We spent the rest of that night, and most of the next morning together, in my bed, and in each other. I’d waited a long time for him to have me, but it was well worth it.”

He’d taken off his pyjama trousers and slipped easily in between her legs, settling himself comfortably, his hips crushing down onto hers. His hands rested under her shoulders as they kissed, more and more intensely. She could feel him, his strong arms, his taut stomach and his stiff penis resting gently on her pubis. She felt a sense of excitement, and to a degree, wonder, as the hot precum oozed out into her soft curly pubic hair.

She held his cheeks in her hands, and pushed his head down into her cleavage, he responded by kissing her breasts, and licking her nipples and aureole.

“It was so exhilarating Lucy, to feel his lips and tongue on my boobs, almost as if he was suckling again.”

She paused, and I saw the dreamy expression slowly take over her face, she sat forward opening her knees, and showed a significant amount of her white lace slip, and the sheer nylon of her tights. Once again, I saw how attractive she was, warm and cuddly, she was soft, feminine, and she gave off that sort of ‘mumsy’ smell. Which was intriguing and relaxing at the same time. Although I found her filmy underwear mesmerising and she was enchanted by mine, I honestly thought we had no sexual attraction to each other, she was straight, even though I’m occasionally bi, and she fitted my parameters for a female partner, I liked her too much to try and take her to me.

Moving his hips down and from side to side in small movements, he had slowly pressed his tip in between her swollen labia, and she had flinched, tipping her head back into her pillow, as she felt herself open to his penetration.

“Lucy, it felt so good, after all of those years with nothing, to feel myself becoming sexually active, as a woman should do. I felt alive, excited, and I felt young again.”

“After such a long time, did you have any discomfort or surprises?”

“It was just so natural, I was really excited and accordingly very wet, I felt complete, and John was so tender, slowly introducing his penis into the birth canal that he’d once travelled down, I can’t describe the feeling in words that could do justice to it.”

She closed her eyes, and bit her bottom lip, as the recollections of those first moments, when they finally fulfilled their desire for each other. I saw the expression of pure enjoyment shine through her warm smile as she almost relived the experience when she spoke.

Tenderly, almost respectfully, he had begun probing thrusts into her, his smooth action stimulating her long dormant glands, and the sensations of womanhood. She produced profuse vaginal lubricant as he swept in and out of her, easing her reawakening and making her gasp with pleasure, as she had never quite gasped before. John was quite big, not enormous, slightly above average, but big enough to fill her, and she felt the delicious sensation of another person’s body on her, part of him inside her, warm and strong as he settled into a steady rhythm.

“It was so good, and in some ways, I was glad he’d got a little experience with some of the girls he’d dated. Not very much mind you, yet it meant that I had the benefit of what he’d learned with them, but as it was our first time together, and I didn’t expect it to last too long.”

She sighed again, and leaned towards me her breath fresh and sweet, as her voice dropped to a husky whisper.

“It was probably only three or four minutes, but it was the best three or four minutes I’d had in such a long time that I relished every single second of it.”

“Did you orgasm?”

“Oh yes, I was surprised at how quickly I came, it was my first really strong one, a proper climax, I’d had mild ones with my husband, Stuart, his father, but nothing like it was with John. It was almost as though my groin turned completely inside out. He been hitting my g-spot all the way through, but he’d started to strain, and his body stiffened, his muscles tense under my hands, and he jerked as his cock swelled inside me.”

Again, she closed her eyes, and bit her lip, her arm around my shoulder as she held me tightly towards her. I smelled her excitement at the memories, her aroma seeping through her clothing like a warm wave of rich feminine scent.

“Did you both come at the same time?”

“He came first, as I felt him, and sensed the exquisite pleasure he was experiencing, it triggered me. It was as much emotional as it was physical, and after years and years of nothing, the months of slow arousal, and my feelings as I seduced him, it simply flooded my senses.”

“I envy you Millie, to have such a wonderful experience, to achieve something that you’d wanted so much, I’m almost at a loss for words.”

She continued.

“He ejaculated inside me, I wanted that, and I tilted my hips back, so that I kept his semen inside me, bathing my cervix in his warm sperm rich fluid. He seemed to be unable to stop pumping his semen into me, I pulled him close, raising my knees higher, curling my legs over his, and resting my heels on his calves.”

The image flashed over my thoughts, as her description of their intercourse continued.

“He cried out Lucy, literally cried out, ‘mum, mum, oh mummy, ooooh.’ I felt him injecting his liquid of life deep into me, my hands gripping his bottom, as I felt him tense with each pulse. Finally lying still in between my thighs. I cradled him like a baby, as he sobbed with emotion and fulfilment. I stroked his ribs and back as he went through his little death, even then periodically pumping another pulse of semen deep into me. I loved it, I loved him, and I loved how it made me feel.”

I listened to her, not so much her words, but they way in which she spoke them, full of lustfulness and satisfaction. I found myself excited by her lasciviousness, her pure eroticism and the depth of her hunger. A woman, newly reawakened to the joy of sex. Her appetite only slaked by the youth, energy and power of her son.

“How did your night go after that, did he sleep for long?”

“Only about 15 minutes, then he recovered, he was still in me, and he grew hard again. We kissed and he brushed my hair out of my face, before beginning a long slow screw with me. I can’t begin to tell you how lovely and affectionate it was. He smiled into my eyes almost all of the time, and I thrilled to each upthrust, he went in all the way, before slowly pulling back. Feeling him like that, the tingling surge in the entrance to me was just so delicious, that I couldn’t stop moaning with the pleasure of it all. Mmmmmmm.”

Her eyes sparkled as she regaled me with the details of the experience, and I felt myself moisten as I listened to her. I admit that I like a long slow session of sex, preferably with an experienced mature man, who can control his impulses. There are the odd one or two younger men who can cope with it, but most of them get carried away, and go faster and faster, which is nice in itself, but doesn’t really beat a good measured leisurely coupling.

“So, was it better than the first time?”

“Yes and no, it was different, it seemed to last forever, and I was still up from my first orgasm, feeling reflections of that initial climax, but he brought me to a higher plane somehow, it seemed as if my whole being was centred around my labia’s clasp on his cock. I suppose we were like that for 10 to 15 minutes, before he buried his face into my shoulder, and I gripped him between my knees, clenching myself hard as I enveloped his shaft, and he finished in a frenzy of pelvic thrusts, flooding my vaginal canal again with his ejaculation.”

Millie stopped as she drew breath.

“I hadn’t taken into account that it had been quite a while since he’d had sex with anyone. His reserves of semen were quite substantial, and again, I rocked my hips back to hold it all in the vault of my vagina. I gasped as he pushed in hard, and tried to pull back, splashing his seed inside me as his helmet caught under my pubic bone.”

She took another deep breath and went on.

“His face contorted with the feeling as he emptied himself into me, his body strained as he reacted with almost automatic response to the flow of his body juices through his shaft. It must have been incredibly sharp sensation, as he didn’t have control over it.”

“How about you? Did you get anything out of that for yourself?”

“Apart from the enjoyment of a long slow one? Yes, I did. He came, and then almost collapsed onto me, I held him in my arms. Lucy, he cried, sobbing his heart out, he kept whispering to me, his voice full of emotion, ‘mum, mum, oh mum, oh mummy!’ Hearing him like that, my son, my lover, holding him close to me, smelling his skin, it suddenly felt as though I was being swept away by waves of warm water, and I had a massive, churning wet orgasm, soaking us both, and staining my bedsheets, it seems I do that a lot these days. It was lovely.”

Listening, I realised that I had the stirrings within me, which indicated that my own appetite for sex was rising. We fell silent for a minute or so, before she began to tell me more.

“I don’t know how many times we made love that night, I lost count in the early hours of the morning. We carried on for most of the next day, stopping once or twice for coffee and something to eat. I’d closed the curtains before we had gone up to bed the previous night, so we were able to stay undressed. Though, of course it had its unintended consequences as he couldn’t leave me alone, and he had me there in the kitchen, my warm tummy pressed against the cold steel of the sink as he took me hard and firmly from behind. I can’t pretend that I didn’t enjoy that, and of course we ended up trying so many different positions when we went back to bed.”

Her eyes took on a dreamy look again, as her recollections filled her mind. As I watched her, it became apparent that she was a woman who had been subjected to involuntary sexual repression, but was now released from it, and indulging her desires, making up for 17 long years of forced abstinence.

She hugged me, and kissed my cheek, I could tell she was relieved by unburdening herself to me, and secure in the knowledge that her words were safe with me. Thoughtfully I couched my next question to her.

“How long have you been doing this with him, and are you taking precautions?”

“Around six weeks now, and we can’t get enough of each other, we sleep together every chance we get. It’s been difficult while Jenny’s been at home, but we’ve made up for lost time since she went back.”

She shifted her bottom on the couch, as she continued.

“Yes, I take precautions, I’m on the pill, but I sometimes forget the odd day or so. I’m sure you have that problem from time to time as well Lucy.”

“I used to when I was younger and on the pill, but I’ve had a contraceptive implant under the skin in my upper arm for the last three years. I had it renewed last October, so it’s a worry that I no longer have.”

“I’ll have to look into that, but really I don’t have much to worry about at my age.”

“Have you started your menopause yet?’

“God no, but my periods have got shorter and less painful in the last year or so, I suppose I’ll be facing it soon enough.”

She sat back and gave me a long steady look.

“It’s been such a relief to talk with you, made easier by the fact that I’ve known you for so long. You’re so understanding and broad minded in your approach to me, I really appreciate your liberal views, but I can’t help wondering what you must think of me?”

I didn’t answer straight away, thinking to myself, ‘I wonder what she might think of me, if she knew what I’d been doing for the last six to seven years, and some of the adventures I’d shared with her daughter.’ Thinking carefully, I answered her worries.

“I think it’s wonderful for you Millie, I’m so pleased that you’ve found love, and enjoyment with your son. It’s so good to see you blooming as a woman, your skin so clear, your hair so sleek and shiny, and you’re so happy. Obviously, sex is doing you the world of good. As long as you are both willing and consensual in your relationship then I don’t see anything wrong on it, regardless of what others may think. Just be careful though, there are plenty of people that won’t hold the same views as I do.”

“That’s so kind and understanding of you, I just wish you could see us as we are when we are together.”

“I’d like that, I’d really love to appreciate you both as a couple.”

“Why don’t you come to dinner here with us next week? We could have a convivial evening, and you could come upstairs to watch us, I’d like that, and I know you’d like it as well?”

“Dinner sounds nice, and Tuesday is good for me.”

“Perfect, John is on days, and you can stay overnight so you can enjoy a glass or two of wine with us.”

“It’s a date then, I can get over here for 7:00pm.”

“Do you think you’ll want to join in with us?”

My mind raced, it wasn’t a difficult decision, I didn’t like John in ‘that way,’ and I knew that mothers who are involved sexually with their sons, are inclined towards jealousy and possessiveness, sometimes becoming almost neurotic. I just couldn’t quite think of the right way to tell her.

“I’d like to watch, but if you mean we should have a threesome, then I have to say no, it’s not something I could do with John, and he isn’t interested in me like that either. If it was just, well, you and I together as two sexually aware women, that might be another story. However, seeing you both together like that would be more than enough, I’d value being your witness to the beginnings of the future together.

The look of relief that passed over her face was indication that I’d judged the situation correctly.

“Maybe I’ll take you up on your suggestion of the two of us getting together, (she giggled lightly at this thought), but for now, I’m pleased that you’ll come and share an evening with John and I.”

I made to leave, noticing how late it was, and picked up my handbag, we made for the door, where we hugged goodbye, kissing each other on the cheek.

“Until Tuesday then Lucy.”

“Yes, 7:00pm, I’m looking forward to it.”

With that, I got into my car and drove home. The journey was quick as the traffic was quite light. I found myself getting more and more aroused as I got close to my home, the sensitivity between my legs so strong, that moving my feet to depress the pedals when braking, or accelerating was almost unbearable. What I’d heard from Millie had filled my mind with a whirl of fantasies.

I got home and went in through the back door. Dad was in the dining room, laying the table for dinner.

“Hello darling, have you had a good afternoon? Dinner’s almost ready.”

My mouth dry, my heart pounding, I stepped close behind him, slipping my hand under his bottom and gently squeezing his testicles.

“Oh! So that’s the way of things then.”

He turned towards me, and I gripped his lapels pulling him towards me. Kissing him firmly, my tongue hungrily invading his mouth. I stepped back, and pulled my cheesecloth dress up to my waist, while walking backwards towards the library. He followed me, undoing his flies, laughing happily as I stumbled back over the arm of the chesterfield.

“Quick daddy, quick, I’m desperate for you to take me, fast, hard, come on daddy, come on.”

He pushed me gently backwards, my hips landed and were firmly raised on the arm of the couch, my shoulders down in among the seat cushions. Hooking his fingers in the gusset of my knickers he pulled it aside, and I felt the hot powerful bolt of his penis as he penetrated me. The elastic of my panties cutting into the firm flesh of my buttocks, as there and then, rough, raw, my shriek of delight, shrill and prolonged as he speared me like a gazelle caught out in the open by the primitive hunter.

It was over in minutes, he pummelled my vulva, satisfying my hunger for his cock, he thrust rapidly, bringing himself and me, to a thunderous climax. His ejaculation was long and fulsome, his eyes closed, and his head pulled back as he evacuated his seminal vesicles, draining himself grunting as I squealed long and in a high pitch under his powerful thrusts.

“Oooooh, oooooh daddy, oh daddy, ooooooh mmmm.”

Withdrawing, he stood between my knees, his shaft gleaming with the foamy froth of our body fluids and lubricants. He smiled as he helped me up onto my feet, and I felt the warm trickle down the inside of my legs as his product flowed out of me. I pulled my gusset back over, and adjusted my panties so they were comfortable again. Not wishing to wipe his essence away from my body, luxuriating in the feel of the heavy slippery liquid as it oozed down inside my gusset, accentuating the warm tingle that I felt down there.

“Come on Luce, let’s eat.”

“Yes daddy, what are we having?”

He smiled as he replied.

“Grilled cod loins, in a butter sauce.”

“Mmmmm daddy, should taste just like me then.”

“After that, I intend to sample you again tonight my darling.”

“Yes please, daddy, yes please.”

Friday was a day of lectures and study, I spent all day at university reading rooms and lecture halls. On my walk to Charing Cross tube station around 4:30pm, I stopped briefly at the Boots chemist on the Strand and made a quick purchase before taking the ten-minute walk to the station and going down to the platform on the northern line to go home.

The weekend passed quickly, and I washed my dirties, ironing dad’s shirts for the following week while he went off to play golf as usual. After I’d finished and put the clothes away, I sat and thought quietly about Tuesday’s dinner date. Deciding to wear something comfortable but stylish, I wasn’t going to take part, so it was preferable that what I wore wasn’t overtly sexual. So, I chose plain marl grey stretch panties, matching bra, a black pleated skirt, a silver-grey slip, and a plain white cotton blouse. To be worn with sheer barely black hold ups, and black flat shoes. I set them aside ready, hanging the skirt and blouse up in my dressing room, to make sure they were aired properly.

Tuesday came, I went to a lecture in the morning, before returning home to get ready for dinner with Millie and John. I took a long hot bath, soaking in the oil scented water. Then drying myself, and applying moisturiser making my skin, soft and smooth. Dressing in the clothes I’d laid out for myself at the weekend, I positioned the waistband of the skirt comfortably, sitting down on the edge of my bed in front of my dressing table, to check that although it was short, I wouldn’t show too much underwear. This was to be Millie’s night, and I didn’t want to be a distraction, just very much a spectator.

Dad hadn’t arrived home before I drove off, I sent him a text to say I would be staying at Millie’s for the night. The road was busy, so, driving carefully I arrived at their house just before 6:50pm. Millie welcomed me in, and took my overnight bag up to the spare room, then ushered me into the lounge, the lounge where she had revealed the secret she had been holding, filling me with hunger and curiosity.

We had a glass of wine, a Pinot Grigio, served well chilled, before moving to the dining room. Millie served the meal, a hors d’oeuvres, of king prawn in Marie Rose sauce, bedded in sliced avocado. Followed by the main, roast pork, with roast potatoes and assorted vegetables, with a dessert of lemon torte and fresh cream. All washed down with copious amounts of wine.

John had quietly spoken to me while Millie was out in the kitchen.

“Mum says you’re going to come upstairs and watch?”

“Yes, but that’s all, I just want to see you both enjoying yourselves. You mum is a lovely lady, and she deserves the happiness that you’re giving her.”

“You won’t tell anybody will you? Especially not Jenny.”

“Of course not, I’ve already given your mum my word, you can both be assured that my lips are sealed.”

As the meal progressed, we talked about inconsequential things, all edging around the subject, avoiding all talk of intimacy. I watched as they became absorbed in each other, he, tacit and calm, she, her eyes shining as she looked at him, making close contact as she moved towards him.

After we finished, I helped her load the dirty crocks and cutlery into the dishwasher, before she turned to me and whispered.

“Well now Lucy, are you ready for this?”

“Yes, whenever both of you are.”

“Good come with me then.”

She went back into the dining room, John stood up from the table, she drew him into her arms, and kissed him, hot and passionately, as she reached down and took hold of his penis through the material of his slacks. His eyes closed as his erection grew visible through the material of his trousers. For the second time I witnessed them kissing and feeling each other, this time as exciting to me as the first one. In fact more so, because I was due to see the culmination of their foreplay.

“Let’s go upstairs to my bedroom then, Lucy.”

She filled my glass with wine and taking the half full bottle walked to the stairs, I followed obediently, behind them both, watching as his hand sneaked up the back of her dress, and his fingers played across the moving cheeks of her bottom. We entered the bedroom, the bedclothes had been turned down, the sheets white, crisp and inviting. We stood quietly for a moment, the silence full of tension and excitement, before she pulled a chair close to the foot of the bed.

“Sit here my dear, you should get a good view of us, I hope you enjoy what you see.”

I sat as requested, arranging the hem of my skirt, crossing my legs and inadvertently flashing my knickers as I did so. What can I say? I’m a compulsive exhibitionist, even when indulging in this mild voyeurism, but in fairness John only had eyes for her. Though I did notice her eyes focused on the tantalising shadows under my skirt.

They stood facing each other, before she started to undress. She had been wearing a grey pinafore dress, which buttoned at the shoulders, over a white lace blouse. She reached up and unfastened the two buttons at each shoulder, allowing the panels to fall to her waist at the front and the back. He stepped forwards and undid her blouse, pulling it back over her shoulders. Reaching behind herself she unclipped her bra and slipped it off. Her breasts freed from their silk confinement spilled out onto her chest, large, firm with neat brown nipples. She was bigger than I thought, easily a 38C, and I was stunned by how they quivered and vibrated when they sprang out into view.

Unzipping her lower part of the dress at the side, she let it fall to the floor. She was wearing the most beautiful silk slip, silvery white, with embroidered flower buds. It too fell to the floor, leaving her standing in her panties, gleaming white with matching embroidery to the bra and slip. I admired her curves, and despite the fact that she’d borne two children, how firm and rounded her figure was.

In the meantime, John had undressed quickly, standing naked in front of her. I saw his penis was about average, perhaps 6″ or slightly more. He had a very prominent urethral pipe running below his shaft, and a large scrotum, heavy with his testicles, they swung as he moved. It didn’t do much for me, but Mille was clearly enraptured by the sight of them.

John knelt before her, pressing his face into her belly, reaching behind her he grasped her waistband and slowly pulled her knickers down to her ankles. The silk material making a crackling swish as it drew slowly over her skin. He kissed her tummy, working down to her pubic pad, savouring the taste of her skin. He attended to her labia and clitoris with his tongue, enough to increase her desires, but not too much that she got overly excited. He turned her body again and kissed the cheeks of her buttocks. His hands gently caressing her hips, as he slowly stood up behind her, and moved his fingers to her breasts. Holding them, full firm and heavy in his palms, he lifted and massaged them, his fingertips tracing around her nipples, bringing goosebumps up on her aureole’s. Turning her again to face him, they stood, calmly, the end of his penis resting in the darkness of her soft intimate curls, his precum insinuating itself into the welcoming triangle of hair.

He held her close to him, stroking her head, and running his fingertips over her cheek and neck. Her face was relaxed and almost sublime as she shared his tenderness towards her. Slowly she sat down on the bed, and moved up towards the headboard, taking a pillow and placing it under her behind. I had a clear view between her legs and took in a sharp breath as I saw her beautiful vulva, smooth, plump, pale and nicely curved almost a perfect oval, her minor labia, dark pinkish like her nipples, were visible between the two large juicy lips, engorged and inviting, the entrance to her warm interior. She had a pronounced pubic cleft, running down over the apex of her vulva. Neatly couching a delightfully formed clitoral hood, under which I could see her clitoris peeping out, dark pink, almost red. It was quite large, erect, almost the size of cashew nut, and similar in shape, curving down towards her urethra.

Drawing in a deep breath, my heart pounding, my eyes transfixed by the sight as she lay back on the mattress. Her neat triangle of soft dark pubic hair, providing the background to the shining film of his precum, mixed amongst her personal and normally hidden private locks, gleaming in the soft warm light of the bedside lamp. The pillow under her hips, raising her belly up, presenting her round engorged vulva, soft and slicked with her vaginal lubricant. She looked adoringly up into her son’s eyes, smiling gently as she gave him a look, a look that was a smouldering invitation. A look that stirred me, setting me on fire, provoking me to become moist and yearning to be touched.

He climbed in between her knees, and she parted her thighs, lifting her heels up onto the small of his back. I felt my heart pounding as his foreskin drew back and exposed the purplish pink of his glans, his helmet, thick and flared, it came to a narrow, almost pointed curve at the tip. He touched her labia, and I saw them fold back, gleaming as her lubricant coated his penis, and her engorged vaginal lips, easily visible with a clearly dilated vaginal canal, she was obvious in her preparedness to accept his intrusion. She’d taught him well over the weeks, giving him a lot of experience, and my mouth went dry as he paused, his tip just inside her vestibule, before slowly and surely, he pressed into her.

Awestruck I saw him penetrating her, her oval vulva, stretching and altering to a circle as it surrounded his shaft, their fluids running down from underneath his cock, over her bottom, as he began his thrusts. The sight of her vulva, opening to a roundness as he went in, the returning almost to an oval as he pulled back, was probably one of the most erotic views I’ve ever seen.

He began to get into a rhythm with her, grinding deep inside, his penis didn’t seem to actually move, just disappearing from my sight, before reappearing on his outward stroke. Amazed by the sight of his ball bag swinging back and fore, slapping into her buttocks as he began a vigorous probing. I sipped more wine, the alcohol making me slightly tipsy, but increasing my blood flow, reducing my inhibitions and adding to the splendour of the activity I was observing. My senses assailed by the sounds of them, that clapping squelching noise, accompanied by the creaking of the bed, the rattle of the headboard and the soft, whomp, whump, whomp, of the thick comfortable mattress. The smell of them, the rich sweet aroma of their body juices as they blended together, heady and strong, like an aphrodisiac scent in itself.

As I took in the view unfolding in front of me, I uncrossed my legs. Unconsciously, my hand resting on my nylon clad knee, moved slowly up the inside of my thigh. My fingers slid over the welt of my stocking, involuntarily pausing on the softness at the top of the lace. The hesitation was momentary, allowing me to pull the elastic of my gusset aside, and push my hand under the soft silkiness of the stretchy material. Finding my secret spot, just under the tip of my clitoris, I began to gently move the end of my finger in small but smooth circles.

Millie, watching my reaction to their activities, smiled as she looked up my skirt, at my hand moving rhythmically in time to their motions. She smiled at me and gave a slow wink, before pushing her hips up to meet his thrusts. Closing her eyes and parting her lips, she moaned and called out his name in an almost sighing whisper.

“John, oh John, don’t stop, faster, faster, ooooooh John oooooooh, my darling boy.”

He responded to her words, she dug her fingers into his bottom, gripping the muscled flesh of his buttocks as he began to pound her with increasing speed. She writhed and wriggled under him, he became relentless almost merciless in his probing of her deep warm cavity. I watched, impressed by their endurance, taking a huge gulp of the wine as my fingertips moved smoothly and firmly over the erect tip of my little waxy pink pearl, my vaginal fluids beginning to dribble out of me more profusely, with my own feminine scents adding to the heavy perfume which pervaded the air of Millie’s bedroom.

They struggled and held each other tightly as they enjoyed the feeling of each other’s bodies. Clasped together in their lover’s embrace. I had a clear view between their legs, and I watched in awe as he opened her, stretching her vulva wide, her heels digging into his hips and knees gripping him tightly, the strong muscles at the back of her thighs, clearly defined as she applied her strength to her firm hold of him.

While I watched, I was impressed by the way her anus clenched in reflex to his inward probe, and relaxed as he pulled his shaft back. Her toes curled as she tensed herself in response to his onslaught, and I saw the soles of her feet wrinkling as she arched them, pointing her toes down towards her heels.

I poured more wine from the half full bottle she’d brought up, and glancing briefly at the bedside clock, I realised that it had been almost an hour since we’d entered the boudoir, and at least 20 minutes since he had sunk himself deeply into his mother’s warm yielding body.

His pace increased in tempo, grunting with each push, almost frenzied in his pounding of her, she forced her head back into the pillow behind her, curving her back as she forced her hips up into his. She moaned and squealed loudly, close to the threshold of her own impending orgasm. John was now lost to the automatic control of his body, the effect of thousands of years of nature and development took him and held him in its grasp. His hip action slowed but became stronger and more powerful as he came close to his climax. Mille screamed out in shrill delight. I saw the white bubbling frothiness of their juices coating her perineum and his shaft, splashing over his scrotum as he struggled and strained against his impending ejaculation.

With a loud groan, he jerked and convulsed, ejaculating deep inside her on an outward movement, she arched her back pushing her belly up further, as if to take all of his semen deep within herself. The veins of his neck bulged, and his lips curled back over his clenched teeth, his eyes closed, and eyelids screwed up with the intensity of the sensation. His buttocks clenched, and I could see the strong movement of the muscles below his bottom, and behind his scrotal sac. They were pulsing rhythmically as he pumped burst after burst of his semen with each backward pull of his shaft. The thick rich fertile fluid spilling out from underneath his cock, running down her perineum, down between the inner cheeks of her bottom, running in a plentiful stream over her anus, and into the pillow and bedsheets.

Even though he knew I was there, watching them, and that he’d been having regular sex with his mother, he cried out in the peak of his orgasmic ecstasy.

“Aaaah, mum! Mum! Ooooh, mummy ohhhhh, help me mum, help me, ooooh!”

Smiling inwardly as I thought about how I called out helplessly in similar manner when my daddy brought me to the brink of orgasmic oblivion with his powerful sexual techniques. (He’s not my biological dad, I was adopted by him). It was nothing for him to be ashamed about, we all do and say wild things like that during sexual completion.

He collapsed over her, his body relaxing, covered in a light sheen of perspiration, limp and barely responsive after the effort he’d just made. Millie, hugged him close, gently kissing his neck, soothing him as he lay panting hard in her arms.

“Shhh, shhh, it’s alright son, it’s good, shhhhh, it was lovely my darling boy, shhhhhh.”

My efforts with my fingers resulted in a mild stinging twitch, and I felt the warm fluid squirt into my palm, slippery and wet, as I shivered with pleasure. Leaning back on my chair, I took another large gulp of the wine, before emptying the bottle into my half empty glass. Bringing my hand to my lips, I tasted the thin essence of myself, sipping wine and swilling it around in my mouth mixing it, before swallowing the salty fluid.

Fascinated by the tableau forming in front of me, as John rolled off her onto his back, his penis now partially flaccid. Millie turned and leaned over his waist, holding his shaft in her hand, she began to slowly pull his foreskin up and down, raising him to a reasonably hard state. Dropping her face into his lap, she took his helmet between her lips, and slowly, with great tenderness pulled it into her mouth, flicking her tongue around his tip. Her naked bottom pointing towards me with her beautifully shaped vulva in clear view. The inside of her upper thighs shining with wetness as his semen slowly oozed out over her upper labia, where the two folds of sensitive flesh met at the apex of her vulva. Then running down the soft sweet skin of her belly, mixing with the dark curly triangle of pubic hair covering her mound on its way.

Still masturbating him, she sucked and licked his cock, until he moaned with ecstasy. Taking his shaft between her lips and moving down to his sac. One after another she took his testicles in between her lips, sucking them gently into her mouth. She felt him swell, and took her mouth away, smiling as he came into her hand, pulsing thick seminal fluid from deep within his vesicles and vas deferens, it ran over the back of her fingers as she gently stroked his penis, encouraging him to eject his last drops. Like someone who had been deprived of food for a considerable time, she was hungry, her appetite was voracious. Having rediscovered sex, she simply couldn’t get enough, and my goodness she was certainly trying to make up for lost time.

He lay there his eyes wide with enjoyment, she kissed him, stroking his chest, and pressing her breasts into his face, whispering as she did so.

“Now my darling, lie still and relax, enjoy this, make sure you remember the things I’ve taught you.”

He looked up and his eyes narrowed as she turned and straddled his face, placing her knees neatly on either side of his head, she lowered herself until her labia were just touching his lips. Rotating her hips she moved her vulva closer and closer to his mouth. Dumbfounded I stared as her small light brown labia brushed over his nose and lips, so engorged that they looked for all the world like a pair of makeup sponge pads, dragging over his face.

He reached up and hooked his arms around her thighs, pulling her closer he pushed his tongue deep into her pussy. His jaw working in even measured movements. Millie’s face was full of delight and happiness, her shoulders back, her breasts thrust forward, the nipples erect and tilting upwards, like two round beads, hard, and both soaring up towards the ceiling.

Settling down over his mouth and nose, she writhed as he gave her enormous oral gratification, they rejoiced in each other, he enjoying her soft wet texture, warm and rich, she undergoing the exquisite sensation of his velvety tongue, while he tasted her, her raw womanhood, her wetness slipping over his lips, he drew in great breaths of air from close to her pussy, smelling her and her rich fertility, a round warm fecundity.

He lay there and I saw his penis jerking as he ejaculated onto his own stomach. Millie leaned forwards and licked the semen off his bare skin, as she did so, she squirted into his mouth, the thin clear liquid forced out of her urethra, absolute in its fluidity, it ran down over his cheeks, pooling in the hollow of his neck. He gulped and swallowed as much as he could, he drank her, savouring her sweet but fishy flavour. She howled as the sensations coursed through her body, before laying over his chest, exposing her entire bottom and crotch to his awestruck gaze.

She rolled off him, turning to resume her position alongside his exhausted body, smiling at me, she spoke huskily to John.

“Gather your strength my darling son, I haven’t finished with you yet.”

She knew his body by now, and with some expert massaging of his genitals she quickly brought him back up to a magnificent erection, his penis hard and straining, clearly ready to be enveloped by her beautiful womanhood.

He looked into her face, as she laughed gently and turned onto her tummy. Pulling the pillows under her forearms she raised herself up onto her knees and rested her face on her arms. Giving me an incredible view of her genitalia, the light brown of her vulva, contrasting against the pale white skin of her bottom. She was partially dilated, and so excited that her wetness was almost a continuous slow-moving stream. He sat up and moved behind her, she lifted her hips slightly higher, knowing instinctively where her best position was. John crouched with his legs either side of her bum, gripping her between his knees, and holding her waist just above her pelvic girdle. I watched open mouthed as his penis smoothly penetrated her from behind, and entering his full length, he sighed as she flinched.

The thick urethral pipe under his shaft, pressed down into her vaginal entrance, rubbing across her now extended clitoris, and as he pulled out on his backward stroke, it drew the pale pinkish tissue from inside her vaginal entrance into view, flashing briefly before his penis was pushing it back in as he thrust into her again. His testicles, one positioned slightly forward of the other, strained against his ball bag, as the base of his cock disappeared in between her minor labia. Again, I witnessed her plump juicy vulva change shape from an eclipse to a circle and back again, as it wrapped around his fast-moving penis.

Moving closer to get a better look, I felt a tingle of excitement as he slipped easily in and out of her welcoming warm wetness, the sounds of slopping and squelching stimulating in their own right. They were both moaning and grunting, he more so than her, I realised that he must have been beginning to feel slightly sore. The smell of them together was almost intoxicating, that mixed with the strength of the wine affected all of my senses and gave me an almost dream like experience.

This time it was over quickly, entering from behind gave them both added pleasure, he burying himself deeper within his mother, and her feeling the long powerful strokes of her son, stretching her, filling her, and satisfying her. Within less than five minutes, he stiffened his back, throwing his head back between his shoulders, his throat curved and tensed, he groaned deeply, the sound rumbling through his chest, and she wailed in a high-pitched tone, orgasming together, spurting their blended body juices in a gush of fluid that ran out of her vagina, over his scrotal sac, and ran in a slippery column of liquids, both down into the sheets between her knees, and seeping down the inside of her thighs. Continuing to flow across her belly almost to her navel, before forming a second stream onto the sheets from there.

They remained there, frozen and immobile until they slowly stopped exuding body fluids, the sensitivity so great that he carefully, almost gingerly he pulled out from between his mother’s vaginal lips, his penis dropping heavily until it hung down, heavy and limp between his thighs. Residual fluid gushed out, whitish, a little frothy but very profuse joining the ever-widening stains on her sheets. He collapsed onto his back, panting, gasping and struggling to regain his breath, I could see his pulse in the veins pounding in his throat, and watched as he began to fall asleep almost immediately.

Mille turned and sat down on the mattress, stroking his brow, as she spoke softly to her son, with the love and affection that only a mother can speak.

“There you are my lovely boy, wasn’t it good for us? A mother should do everything she can to take care of her son. Shhhh, go to sleep now, you’ve done really well, but you have to get up and go to work in the morning.”

“Yes mummy. Thank you.”

His voice was quiet as he struggled to cope with his almost total exhaustion.

She smiled at me, her eyes locked on mine, she took a sip from my wine glass, and as he slept, she whispered to me.

“What do you think Lucy, was it worth watching?”

“Oh Millie, it was stunning. Thank you for letting me share such intimate moments with you both, I feel very privileged to have seen that. It was very erotic and arousing, I enjoyed every second that I saw, and I’ll never forget the honour and trust you’ve placed in me.”

She reached forward and softly stroked my cheek, taking my hand, still wet from my small vaginal emissions, she took my fingers between her lips, tasting me, her eyes closed as she savoured my fluids. At that point, I understood my own feelings towards her, they had lain dormant within me, but I had an attraction to her, latent though it may be. My stomach tightened as with a shock I saw her in a different light, a strong mature woman, who was confident and attractive, someone who made me come on girly. She was just my type, and casting my mind back over the years, I was a little shocked to find I’d had buried it away, after all she was my friends mum, and it hadn’t occurred to me that she had any sexual feelings. Only now, after her awakening, and my witnessing her blossoming as a powerful sexual woman, had I begun to realise my true feelings of desire for her.

“I’m pleased that you got a kick out of watching us. It was exhilarating knowing you were there and comforting that you were a familiar friend. I really appreciate your lack of disapproval, your tolerance and your kindness Lucy, I really do.”

“Well, I’m tired and a little bit drunk, in fact that’s quite an understatement, so with your permission I’ll make my way to bed, once again, that was a wonderful experience, one I’ll never forget.”

Standing, and adjusting my gusset so that it lay under my vulva, comfortably snug, I hugged her before walking to the door, briefly looking back as she settled back onto her bed, reaching for his penis and gently massaging it. She was hungry for more, and I knew they would continue for some time without my presence. She looked up as I stood in the doorway, smiled and spoke quietly.

“Forgive me Lucy, but I have to say this, when I put your fingers in between my lips, you tasted divine, and I can’t forget what you said earlier about you and I getting together as sexually aware women, in fact I can’t get the idea out of my mind, the taste of you has only increased that interest in you.”

I smiled without speaking, and carefully closed the door behind me, walking down the landing to the guest room. Going in, I turned the door lock before undressing. I didn’t want John sneaking down during the early hours to try his luck with me. Although I wasn’t his type, and I didn’t fancy him either, men are men, and a standing penis has no conscience.

Quickly washing myself, I changed into a shortie nightdress, and dived into bed, the wine making me fall into a deep and undisturbed sleep.

The following morning, I woke to the sound of John leaving for work. Hearing Mille busying herself in the kitchen, and the clink of china as she made morning tea, I quietly unlocked the door, and sat up in bed waiting for the knock as she brought me tea and toast in bed.

“Good morning lovely, did you sleep well?”

“Yes, thank you.”

“When you’re ready, come down for breakfast before you go home. Have you much studying to do?”

“Yes, I have a lot to read up, and we have an exam tomorrow.”

“Fine, I’ll leave you to get up and dress then.”

She smiled, never once mentioning the previous night, and the incredible exhibition she and John had put on for me.

I rose from the bed, took two paracetamols for the aftereffects of the wine, drank the tea, and crunched my way through the toast, before taking my nightie off, brushing my teeth, and taking a refreshing shower. Dressing in the clean white underwear I’d brought in my overnight bag, I pulled on a plain slip and a denim skirt, finishing with a dark blue sweatshirt. I decided to go bare legged, as it was quite a warm morning.

Arriving in the kitchen, where it had all started after what seemed an age ago, I was happy to find that Millie had made tasty bacon baps for our breakfast, and after another pot of tea, I was ready to leave. Picking up my bag, we walked to the door where we hugged goodbye. Hoping she would understand the gesture. I reached into my handbag and took out the package I’d bought a few days before at the chemist. Handing it to her I winked and said.

“Just in case.”

She opened it and smiled as she saw the pregnancy test kit in the paper bag.

“How very thoughtful of you Lucy, you’re a very kind and lovely girl.”

“Thank you for a very entertaining evening, Millie.”

“You enjoyed it?”

“My goodness, yes I did, I’ll never forget it either.”

She smiled as she opened the door, and I leaned in to kiss her cheek as we said our farewells, I followed that by turning my cheek to her to reciprocate, but she cupped my chin and our lips met. I was stunned by how thrilling her kiss was, warm and soft, and how much I enjoyed that brief but sensual contact. Her hand slipped under the bottom of my sweatshirt to my waist, her fingers straying up to explore my underboob. Feeling a bit lightheaded I walked to my car, turning to wave as I got in, started the engine, and drove away.

At home, I busied myself with my studies and preparation for the following days classes and exam. Dad had sent me a text telling me that he would be late home due to a meeting, and not to wait up for him. As the day wore on, I tried to use my studies to occupy my mind although my thoughts kept returning to those few hours I’d spent in Millie’s bedroom.

Eventually I gave in to my almost desperate needs to relieve my tension, daddy was going to be late, so I slipped my Ben-Wah balls in and spent a happy few hours rocking back and forth on the seat of my chair with my heel tucked under my groin. The beauty of using them being that I could get up and walk around, do my work, even answering the door to take in a delivery. Yet, still enjoying their soft stimulation as they bumped together inside me as I moved.

The following few weeks passed as they normally do, my routines kept me busy, and study took up a lot of my time. Then one quiet Wednesday morning, I was at home having sent my father off to work early, my mobile phone rang. Looking at the screen I saw it was Millie. I answered after a few rings.

“Hello.”

“Lucy?”

“Yes, how are you, Millie?”

“I’m fine thank you, but I was wondering if you were free this afternoon?”

“Yes, I only have some light revision to do, but that can wait until tomorrow, why?”

“John’s away for a few days on a course, and I’ve been thinking about us, that kiss we shared when you left, and, well, you know, about ‘getting together as sexually aware women,’ I still can’t get it out of my mind. Oh hell! I’ll just come out with it, would you like to come over this afternoon, and explore those feelings together?”

“Give me a few minutes to change into something more appropriate, and I’ll be with you in half an hour.”

“Don’t worry about what you’re wearing, that’s not what this is about. My intentions for you are not prim and proper.”

“Oooh, it sounds as though you have things already formed in you mind.”

“Yes, ever since we kissed, I’ve wanted to try soixante-neuf with you.”

“Mmmmm, shall I bother wearing knickers?”

“If you do, I can promise you that you won’t be wearing them for long.”

We ended our call, and I changed into light but sexy underwear (including knickers), and within ten minutes I got into my car and left my house, full of hope and excitement during the trip to Millie’s place. With my heart pounding as my thoughts sensed the crisp white sheets under my back, and as I neared her house…