The "virgin" mum Part 2 Becky's story
It was a long night that night. I lay in my bed thinking about my mum who was lying in her bed in the next room. I wondered if she was as sleepless as I was and whether her feelings were as mixed as mine.
The previous evening my mum had confessed that she had had a totally unsatisfactory sex life with her, now divorced husband (and my father). His idea of sex had been to lift my mother's nightdress and push himself into her before climaxing and then withdrawing, leaving my mother to pull her nightdress back down with a sore pussy. She had explained that she had never 'touched herself down there as nice people didn't do that' and now, she was in her late forties and had never had an orgasm; she felt it was too late to start again with another man and it might not be any better anyway. As the conversation had developed, I had offered to help her experience an orgasm which, after some thought, she had agreed to.
Gently undressing her in stages, she had achieved her first ever orgasm which left her shaking and her limbs like jelly. After regaining her breath, she had knelt beside me while I sucked her nipples and touched her pussy. I had released my cock from the confines of my jogging bottoms as I was so aroused it was becoming painful to have it constricted, and my mother suddenly swung her leg across me and sat down on my cock. The sensation was incredible and she rose and fell with me inside her. I had felt the sensations of an approaching orgasm and warned her that I was about to come, but she said that it didn't matter continued to ride me until I shot everything I had into the depths of her womb. We had clung together until we could breathe, and then she had lifted herself off my lap with my sperm leaking from her pussy.
We didn't say too much to each other. I think the enormity of what we had done together was running through both of our minds. I got my joggers back up, stood and collected her clothes. I then took her hand and gently pulled her naked body up from the sofa and led her to her bedroom. I folded down the duvet and laid her down before covering her gently. I told her that what had happened was wonderful, that she was amazing, that it was time for sleep, and that conversation could wait until the morning. I kissed her gently on the forehead and she drifted off into sleep. I crept out of the room with the thought that my mum was lying in her bed with her son's sperm still inside her pussy.
Now, as Iay in my bed next door, I ran through the evening's events in my head I was really worried that in the cold light of morning my mum would regret what had happened and may find difficult to speak with me. I fell asleep wondering what the morning would bring.
Mum was awake and up bright and early and had a smile on her face as I came out of the bedroom and headed to the shower. I gave her a kiss on the cheek which she accepted and I went to shower and shave. When I came out of the bathroom, she was sitting at the table seemingly lost in thought. She had made fresh coffee and there was a mug waiting for me. I sat down and sipped. We looked at each other and both started to speak at the same time. Mum made a motion for me to start speaking and with a deep breath I said "mum, what happened last night was amazing, I don't feel we did anything wrong and I really hope that you found it liberating. If you would rather not talk about it, we can just put it behind us, agree nothing happened and there doesn't need to be any embarrassment or difficulties between us."
Mum looked at me and replied, "What happened last night was very special, very close between the two of us and I do not want it to be something we put behind us and never speak about. What you did for me last night has released me and I am exceptionally grateful to you. I hope you visit as often as you have been and if things are right then I hope we can repeat the evening."
I was so relieved that there was not going to be a wedge between the two of us that I really didn't hear the last part at first. As her words began to sink in and I realised what she was saying, I reached across the table and took her hand. "Anytime I am here, we can talk about whatever you want and explore whatever you wish. We are solid together and no one needs to know anything." I felt a little guilty about saying this as I knew it wasn't completely true: I had never kept a secret from Becky, my wife, and I would have to tell her about this. I knew she wouldn't be upset as we always told each other if we had sex with someone else, and telling each other about the sex was exciting. It brought us close together and we trusted each other because we knew there were no secrets. Telling her about having sex with my mum was a bigger and trickier thing but I knew the information was safe with Becky.
I agreed to come back on the next weekend and we could have a longer chat about where we were and what we wanted. I get my bag and threw it into the boot of the car, turning to my mum, I took her round the waist and kissed her on the lips. She stiffened a little then relaxed and returned the kiss. With the taste of her lipstick in my mouth, I got into my car and started the 120-mile trip home.
Arriving home in the early afternoon I was pleased to find Becky at home. I gave her a kiss and a hug then she stood back and said "what is it?"
My wonderful wife, she always knew when something was different even if I thought I was acting exactly the same. I said, "Tonight, not now, but there is no issue" I said reassuringly.
