The Virgin Mum part 3 The next weekend
The following weekend I drove back up to my mum's house, my wife, Becky, wasn't with me as we both felt it important that we didn't crowd my mum in case she wanted to talk and, much as she loved Becky, mum wasn't going to open up in front of her.
I had told Becky about the events of the previous weekend where my mum had opened up to me about her sex life, or lack of it. She had explained that sex with my father had been very one-sided, without any thought or consideration for her sexual pleasure and each encounter had left her sore and unsatisfied. She also said that she had never masturbated or touched herself 'down there' as she believed nice girls didn't do that and after her divorce had never tried it as too self-conscious to work out how to do it. This feeling had also inhibited her from meeting another man as she was too embarrassed to be intimate with someone and them realise that she had no idea about sex. All of this bad experience and inhibition meant that at the age of 48, my mum had never experienced an orgasm. After she had explained this to me, I offered to help with the option of stopping if the experience became too uncomfortable. She had got undressed in stages, each time waiting until she was happy to move onto the removal of the next item of clothing and then with my fingers inside her she experience her first ever orgasm.
The experience left her wanting more and kneeling beside me I had pushed my thumb deep inside her while sucking her nipples. After coming again just as explosively as the first time, she had swung her leg over my lap and taken my cock inside her and rode me until I came deep inside my mother.
Talking the next morning, we had both been a little self-conscious worried about the reaction of the other but we quickly agreed that we had both had a great time, no one else need ever know and that if we wanted to repeat the experience we could.
I had not been completely truthful when I told my mum that no one else would know; I told Becky everything and vice versa. We had a very deep and trusting relationship and, providing we were always honest with each other, then nothing could come between us.
After telling Becky what had happened while at my mum's house, she decided to tell me about an experience she had before we met. She had been home from university for a reading week and while the house had been empty, she had become incredibly horny. Stripping completely naked, she had begun to masturbate and use her vibrator on her pussy. Unbeknownst to her and lost in her pleasure, her father had returned and kindly brought he a cup of tea. He walked in on his daughter, naked on the bed with a vibrator inside her. Becky had realised he was staring and asked him to down and she then resumed her playing. She said that she found the sensation of being watched by her dad as she pushed her vibrator in and out of her pussy almost overpowering. After an immense orgasm she had asked her dad to undress and move onto the bed between her legs and to move the vibrator in and out of her pussy. Coming again she then asked her dad to put her vibrator into her bum. He had eased it into her and knelt over her between her open thighs rubbing his cock with his other hand. Becky had then asked him to slide his cock into what was a very wet pussy while the vibrator was still in her bum. He had eased himself in, filling Beck completely and she had held him inside her with her arms around his back until he climaxed and filled her hole with his sperm.
According to Becky, she and her dad had never mentioned what had happened to each other and the experience had never been repeated. As I drove, I thought it quite likely that the experience with my mother would not be repeated either, she had now experienced a full orgasm (well more than once) and was probably very happy experimenting more and more in bed each night; she might even feel happy enough with her newfound knowledge to try dating men.
The journey passed quickly enough and I was soon pulling into my mother's driveway. She had been looking out of the window and came out to greet me as I got out of the car. She gave me a hug and kissed me on the cheek. As we walked into the house, she took my hand and chatted about the things to do that weekend.
We sat in the living room and talked about the usual family things and general gossip then mum said she would start dinner. I offered to help but mum said that she could manage and it would be better if I sorted out tools and what materials I would need for the jobs over the weekend.
After an hour or so I joined my mum in the kitchen and stood there with a mug of coffee. I chose not to say anything as I knew mum would say whatever she needed to say in her own time. Finally, she turned and said, "I thought you might bring Becky for the weekend."
"Why?" I asked.
"Well in case you were worried about what happened last weekend and wanted an excuse to avoid talking about things."
"I came here specifically to be able to talk about things" I replied, "in case there was something you needed to say, ask or discuss."
"I wanted some time alone with you in the bedroom, I have questions I need to get some answers to and things, well just 'things'."
"Mum" I said, "I am here to be with you and to make everything as good as it can be, help you recover lost time. Dinner first then take it from there."
Dinner that night was extremely enjoyable. Mum's cooking is always great and I had opened a really nice bottle of wine. When she brought dessert to the table she sat back down and put her hand on my thigh, gave it a gentle stroke, then took it off and drank her wine. After we had finished eating Mum went over to the drink's cupboard, poured a whisky and gave it to me. "Drink that and then come through in about ten minutes" she said and she left the room.