This story is set in a small town in the UK and written in UK English.
All characters depicted are over 18 and fictitious.
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PART 3
I slept really well, despite the weird dreams that I had, which were already beginning to fade in my mind. You know how it is, you try to remember, but they are right on the edge of your consciousness, and you can't bring them back. Perhaps this is a good thing.
All I know is, that when I woke up, my cock was rock hard, sticking out of my sleep-shorts, and standing up straight, pushing against the bed clothes. That is often a normal thing with young men first thing in the morning, but I wondered if it was the result of some of my dreams, that I could now no longer remember.
I pushed the bedclothes down off me and put my hand around my cock, remembering what had taken place last night with my mom. I don't know why she let me make love to her again, and especially in that risky situation in front of the TV, while my dad was asleep upstairs. I think she was very conflicted and nervous anyway, as she refused to allow me to remove any of her clothing, but to some extent that made it even more exciting.
I listened, but couldn't hear any noise in the house, and then I realised it was Sunday and that Dad was going to play his 'big golf match', that had so annoyed mom last night, so he would have left very early.
I replayed the first time with my mom, and then last night's episode, over in my mind as I slowly stroked my cock. The more I pictured how my mum looked, the more I realised that all that time I had just thought of her as 'my mom', I had been living with this very sexy woman, who looked good, exercised regularly, and was fit in all the right places.
I remembered her firm round breasts, how they felt in my hand, not huge, and not tiny, but with large dark nipples and even darker areola. I saw in my mind her flat stomach and shapely hips, that any 18-year-old girl would be proud to own. Then came her legs, long, toned, shapely, with just that small gap between them at the top even with her knees together. Then her sculptured ankles and feet, with toes that I discovered to my delight were so flexible, they could grip just as well as some people's fingers.
At her centre, I pictured her dark patch of short, trimmed, pubic hair, surrounding her pussy lips that when excited, opened with a sensuous fragrance, glistening with moisture, and inviting an entrance. Then the small nub of her clitoris at the apex, hood slipped back, to expose her most sensitive button, ready to be stimulated.
I thought back over last night, just pulling the gusset of her panties to one side, taking her so deep from behind, and also fingering her dark little rosebud. I was stroking faster and knowing I would soon reach the point of no return.
'Tap, tap, tap' on my door, "Are you awake Pete'" I heard my mom's voice.
"Errrr, yes, just about, did you want me for something?" I replied, hastily pulling the bedclothes up and with difficulty trying to push my cock back into my shorts, which wasn't very successful. I don't know why I felt I had to do that, even though my mom had touched it and felt it inside her, twice, it still seemed not right to have it on display in front of her.
She opened the door and came into my room a little more confidently than the last time. To my disappointment I saw that she was already dressed, so it didn't look likely it was going to be a repeat of the other time.
I could see that she wasn't going anywhere special today, as although she had dressed neatly as usual, she just had on a knee length skirt over bare legs, an ordinary white button-up blouse and her fluffy, open back, slippers on her feet.
"Hello," I said, "is everything ok Mom?"
"Yes, everything is ok, but ...well, I think we need to talk while your dad isn't here," she said, maybe not as confident as I had thought.
I don't suppose there would be a prize for guessing what about, I thought to myself.
"Only if you feel we have to," I said, becoming more awake now, and sitting up a bit, against my pillow.
She sat down demurely on the side of my bed.
"What has happened...," she started, "is something that can't be undone, you understand what I'm saying?"
"Yes, I know, carry on."
"I thought about it last night when I was in bed, lying next to your father, with...your ...your, 'seed' in me," she started to blush.
I realised that she balked at using words like 'cum' or 'cock' as it probably wasn't part of her upbringing, and I couldn't imagine her saying those things to my dad either.
"What did you think about," I asked gently, a bit embarrassed too now, "are you worried you might, you know, get pregnant or something?" wondering where this might be going.
"No, no, not that, you probably don't know, but I can't have another child, it's why you don't have any brothers or sisters," she said, her eyes a little downcast.
"Oh, you're right, I didn't know, sorry."
"There's no need to be sorry, it's not your fault, but that wasn't what I wanted to talk about."
"Ok," I said, noticing that my cock had already seriously diminished in size, tucked away in my shorts.
"As I was saying," she seemed to be choosing her words carefully, "what's done is done...oh, this is embarrassing... I feel... a bit... ashamed that I have taken away something from you that I shouldn't have done."
"Well..." I tried to butt in.
"No, wait, hear me out, this is difficult enough, just listen. When I was just over 18 too, I had my first real experience." She looked at me. "I thought it would be something special, but it turned out that it wasn't anything mind-blowing, and yes, it was before your father, although like your father, he was a lot older than me too, so I thought he would know how to make it 'special'. Do know what I mean?"
"I guess so, sort of," I said, "but... why wasn't it 'special'," I asked, wondering if she would tell me.
"I'm not sure I could tell you all the details, it would be too embarrassing for both of us I think."
My cock was starting to stir again at this intimate revelation she was confiding in me. 'Why don't you ask her about it, you know you want to?' - the cock-voice was back.
Did I want to know about how my mom lost her virginity? It would be a bit weird to ask, wouldn't it?
'She wants to tell you. Just imagine it, Kate, your mom at 18, short skirt, long legs, even sexier than now, about to be penetrated for the first time. That's got to be an exciting story, hasn't it?' it said, louder, as my cock grew to full stiffness again.
"Errmm, well, you don't have to tell me if it's too awkward, but it might make me understand what you are trying to tell me," I coaxed her.
She was fiddling with her fingers and looking down at her nails, while she thought it through, and weighed up her thoughts.
I ran my fingers slowly over my cockhead, imperceptible to my mom sat on the bed in front of me, while my internal voice and I, waited in perverted anticipation.
"Alright, but again, it's just between us, I don't want anyone else to know we've had this conversation," she said, eventually.
"Of course," I said, "that goes without saying."
She was blushing more fully now.
"I had met this man; he was the friend of a friend. He told me fairly soon that he had been married before, but it hadn't worked out. That didn't bother me, as he seemed more, what's the word...emmm,... 'sophisticated' and mature than the younger lads I had dated. I enjoyed older men's company more, and it wasn't long before we were being more intimate. I am sure you know what that means without me explaining it?"
"Yes, ok."
"So anyway, he seemed to know what he was doing in that department, and I let him do more and more as the weeks went by, until one evening we ended up in his small flat after a nice meal with wine - he liked his wine - and we started doing all the usual things," she paused.
