Many thanks, once again, to robertreams who edited this story.
To better understand this part of the story you should read Part 1.
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After a while, mother stood, I gazed up at her. I thought of her as beautiful. Her glow had intensified, her bare boobs over her disheveled skirt struck me as extremely erotic.
"Let's get cleaned up. I'll get us some dinner," she said. "Then we can talk." We went to our own rooms to shower and dress. I had thought we might shower together, but decided to wait until I knew if mother would enjoy it.
We met in the kitchen. Mother wore a long white terrycloth robe. It was closed to her neck. She didn't show much skin. I wore a pair of slacks and a t-shirt. While mother was preparing a light supper I stepped up behind her, put my arms around her, cupping her breasts. She covered my hands with hers, but said, "Later my love, or I won't get anything done."
After we ate, she cleaned the table. After making us coffee, she sat down across from me. "Today has been a wonderful day for me." She told me. "What started out as shame and embarrassment has turned into exquisite pleasure. The only thing marring my joy is that, sooner or later, I have to talk to my sisters. It's not something I'll worry about for now though."
Mother continued, "I haven't forgotten I'm your mother. What we have done is wrong, but the fact is I don't care." She paused then continued, "I need to know how you feel."
I didn't hesitate. I knew the answer, "mother I love you," I said, "I want to be your lover."
Mother looked pleased, "Then let's learn more about each other. Today is Saturday, so we have tonight and tomorrow before you need to go back to school." She stood, held out her hand to me. She led me to the couch. Mother sat with her legs tucked up under her looking demure. I sat next to her holding her hand. "David," she began, "I want to know the things I can do to please you. I think we have started something. Maybe something grand. I want to make it as good for you as I can."
"You've already started." I responded. "Wearing a dress without panties under it is a big turn on for me."
"You mean," she giggled, "I did the right thing without knowing it."
"You sure did." I told her, "It makes me want to bury my face in your pussy. To eat you. To inhale your scent. To drink your juices."
Mother hesitated, "I'm not used to talk like that," a pause, "it does excite me though. Do you want me to use those kind of words? I think it will be hard for me. I don't know all the words, but I can try."
"I would find it exciting" I told her, "But do it when you are ready. Don't force it. Let's take it slow. Let's enjoy the discoveries we make about each other."
Mother asked, "Tell me about when I kissed you down there. What can I do to make it better for you?"
"Try making love to my cock," I told her, "lick him, rub him on your face, run your tongue around his tip. When you suck me, let your teeth run along his length. Be more playful, explore. Try different things. There might be things that turn me on that I don't even know about. Yet. Help me find them."
"How about your pleasure?" I asked, "What can I do to make it better for you?"
Mother thought for a moment, then said, "I don't know. I don't have enough experience, yet. Everything is so new and exciting for me. I can hardly wait for more." She thought for a moment then added, "There is one thing. I really enjoyed it when you kissed me down there. What is it called?"
"Eating you," I replied. "Going down on you."
"It sounds very apt." She said. "I like the sound of it." She giggled. "It sounds so dirty. It was a wonderful experience."
"Tell me about the fantasies you said you had about me." I asked her.
She spoke softly, "They were kind of indistinct, I sometimes dreamed of you on top of me, I knew I wanted you there. I felt it was natural. Sometimes I woke up hot from my dream. I usually masturbated then. I knew you masturbated too, but I never mentioned it because I didn't know how to bring the subject up. A couple of times when I found your seed in your underwear I got so excited I played with myself. Sometimes I thought about walking in on you while you were doing it, but I never had the nerve. I didn't masturbate much, I was ashamed of my needs, but a couple of years ago I bought a vibrator. I used it when I needed to."
The idea of my seemingly prudish mother masturbating while thinking about me blew my mind. I told her so, adding, "I would like to watch you play with yourself or using your vibrator. I want to watch you make yourself wet, I want to watch you come."