"Well, I'm the same. As you know your father is away often on business and I'm left alone at home. But what you don't know is that even when your father is at home sex between us is not great. Your father...is...not always able to satisfy me. Sexually."
"Oh," came out of her mouth. She wasn't aware she even said anything. She felt embarrassed now at making her mother divulge her bedroom marital secrets.
"What you may not realise is that even though I'm 45 I still have sexual urges and desires, but your father at 55 can't get hard all the time; which leaves me frustrated. Yes, I masturbate, but as you know it is not the same as having a man on top of you with his hard cock thrusting in your vagina."
'OHMYGOD!' Grace thought. She was feeling small, sinking in her chair, no longer able to look at her mother in her eyes. She felt so guilty.
"So, Grace, to put it flatly, I missed fucking."
Grace had a heart attacking. She was sure she did. Her heart was pounding, her chest and cheeks burned. She'd never heard her mother talk like this. Never even suspected her mother was capable of talking like this.
"So, one night at a party - your father wasn't there - I had drunk a little too much and this man took advantage. I had tried to resist -- weakly admittedly - but when he put his cock in me and started to fuck I realised what I had been missing. I was like jelly; I just held onto him and let him fuck me standing up. I realised I needed it so bad. With each thrust he nearly lifted me off the floor! Grace, that guy made me scream in ecstasy. He filled my pussy like your father never could. He gave me orgasms like I had not had in years."
Grace's head was spinning on so many levels. Her mother was confessing...in detail...her cheating on dad. She was talking so coarsely. In the back of her mind Grace sort of knew her parents maybe had sex - but they were old, so maybe not - but never thought about it. No kid ever imagines their parents fucking. And here was her mother saying as much.
"Mum, I...I've never heard you talk like this before."
"You've been a child most of your life...until recently. Now that you're an adult and you've also had sex you will understand. No point in being coy. You probably didn't even think your father and I had sex anymore. You obviously know we used to have sex. We had fucked and that's how you were conceived."
"Wow! I'm not used to you talking like this. It never occurred to me..."
"Kids don't think parents have sex."
"But mum. What about dad? And your marriage? And you know...'For Better Or For Worse'?"
"What do you prefer...your fingers in your pussy or your boyfriend's cock?"
"Muuuuuum...!" Grace whined in protest.
"TELL ME," Belinda demanded.
"Cock," she replied shyly.
"Exactly. So do I. And since your father can't always get fully hard - and most times can't even get hard enough to put his cock in me - I had to use other means." Belinda paused and looked at her daughter. She reached out and held her hands.
"Grace, darling, look at me," she changed her tone and said softly. "I want you to understand one thing. I love you father dearly. I'm not planning on leaving him. I'm really not. I love your father's company. He's funny, considerate, caring, generous. It's just this one thing. He's accepted his situation; but me, I'm still young and I just still need to fuck properly, just like any other woman. Just like you. And your father only manages to fuck me once every 2 months, if I'm lucky. And even then I don't cum."
Grace quickly averted her eyes once more, too embarrassed to be hearing such personal details. This was getting too much.
"I've tried sucking him, talking dirty, dressing sexy, going out with him with no underwear to get his cock hard. Even sucking him off in public places...hidden of course...to try to get him to fuck me in risky places. It hasn't helped."
"OHMYGOD! Mum, stop it!" But Belinda carried on.
"Having sex with Frank stops me from being grouchy and antsy and being in bad mood around your father. After fucking with Frank I forget about your father's problems too.
"But..." Grace was shocked to feel her knickers were wet. Somehow she thought her mother could sense it. Her pussy was throbbing. "What about pills? You know, to help dad..."
"He has allergic reactions to them; pills can't get him an erection," Belinda explained. "Honey, he can't know. You can't tell him, it would hurt him if he found out. Please don't tell him."
"I...I don't know, mum..."
"Grace, he's married. He is not leaving his wife either."
"Oh my God. Married man!"
"Grace, his cock...you should see it. It's big...AND thick - not abnormally, just a really good size. It fills my pussy completely like no cock has ever done. He gets so HARD as steel. And when he fucks me...oh, Grace...there's no way to describe it. You need to feel it yourself to know." Then Belinda stopped. She got an idea.
"Is your boyfriend's cock average?"
