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Part 2
She wore a thin white slip, and a matching bra, he fleetingly wondered if she had planned all this, but was just enthralled by her slow deliberate movements. The blouse off she stood to slide the slip up over her body, the silky materiel slipping up and leaving the skirt in place. She again sat, her girdle`s top edge just showing above the skirt line, as stark white as the deep bra, as always immaculately laundered, when he had seen them in her drawer in sets with the knickers. She casually threw the slip onto the armchair back, it rustled as it slid down to the old soft seat. She turned so he could reach the clasp of the bra, slowly he undid the four-hooked monster for her, he would grow to hate bra hooks in later life, made he was sure to slow down lovemaking.
The final hook free she caught the tails of the white conically cupped garment holding it in place while she was turning to face him, thinking, well knowing, that she may have drooping breasts, but he was going to get the best view she could manage to give him, the best first exposure possible for her boy. He had knelt by now they were eye height to eye height, though his were fixed on those twin white clad breasts he had yearned so long to see.
Slowly she dropped the cups away, a thin set of red lines on the sagging breast skin told of their recent constraint, the nipples , surrounded by that dusky pink areola, stiff and erect pointing towards him like the guns on a battleship, though at that moment she was anything but a man o` war. For a long pregnant moment they sat still, his eyes taking in every tiny detail, every bump in the areola, ever ridge on the delicate raspberry coloured teat, her eyes watching him, fascinated by the look on his face, and the urgent mental process going on as he tried to remember these breasts in his head for evermore.
To his total amazement she whispered he, “could touch her if he wished!” Strangely it took effort to break the taboo of touch imposed since he didn’t know when, but slowly, oh so slowly his hands found the heavy and soft orbs. Silky smooth skin, hefty for not oversize breasts, the feel, like two water filled balloons, god that felt good. instinctively he lent forward and kissed her left nipple, pink and stiff though soft and oh so comforting. Her eyes closed in extasy, his lips on these barren breasts, soft as magic dust, her mind rushing back to something in her past which she never once so far revealed even to me, she so nearly pushed him away. But hesitated, then However, she steeled herself, he was a boy, not a man yet, and knowing he needed her tuition, her help, her guidance …and perhaps who knows, the experience could have an effect on her own sad problem with adult males. Her Sam needed this as much as she, he loved her truly and she wasn’t being fair on me that she realised.
The lad changed nipples, suckling now like the c***d she had never had. She hauled his face to hers, and they kissed, no mother and son kiss, but a lovers smooch, lips hot and passionate tongues touching, her hands clasping his head, his own hands still loath to release those soft orbs.
She had him sit and quietly started to explain herself and her hesitation, by saying, “ Look John, in my past I had a problem, a sexual problem, something happened, don’t ask me what I won`t ever tell you, but so much of a problem, I won`t let an adult man into my body, and before You ask yes that includes your dad, who has been very patient and loving with me. You need to know the facts of life, and I need to shake off this horror of grown men so there is something in this for us both, BUT we both need to be patient with one another…OK?” The lad said, he would. “try his best,” but asked, “Did that mean she would be showing him more?” She smiled and asked did he really wanted to see more of her old body, which caused an eager “Yes please…!”
She laughed, and shaking her head they stood, and she undid the skirt letting it drop to the floor. She fixed him with her steely gaze as he looked her up and down, sagging breasts down nearly to her girdle, stockings enhancing her less than shapely legs, and a pair of Marks and Spencer`s airtex knickers, made her no drink on a stick model it has to be said, but she was female, fitted with parts he just hadn`t got or even seen, and she was willing to show him round. To him it was enlightenment, a present from the gods, answers to questions that due to the sexual restraints of the times had not let the answers come easy, especially to those of his pubescent age who so desperately needed information.
She stood blushing for a moment then started to un-clip the stockings. A little embarrassed but torn between his desire to see her sexual areas, and furthering his sexual knowledge, he stood his hand unbidden straying to his own tool perhaps for moral support, perhaps to excite.
The stockings detached, she rolled down the knickers, and before he could get more than a glimpse of her hair covered sex, she followed them with the girdle, a roll-on affair, that entailed her bending to push the elasticated garment from her legs. To our man more frustrating time-wasting, her bent body hiding the area he most wanted to see, but as she had said… he must be patient!
Being Kate, she picked up her clothing and put it to one side on a dining chair, before straightening up to stand blushing heavily as she faced the lad, just dressed in her stockings, it was a poignant moment.
He stood mesmerised yet again, motionless his jaw silently working but no words arriving, his mum stood before him, feet about 15” apart hands on hips, her sandy coloured muff fully on show and between her legs, nothing just two lips vanishing between her thighs. Was this all there was he wondered, all he had wondered about all this time, the bit blanked out in the health and efficiency magazine that had been passed and fingered by every lad in the class! Here it was, a real one… and that was it!
Whatever was the fuss about? There must be more to it than that!
Her voice suddenly penetrated his thoughts, she was saying he could touch her gently.
His fingers like a butterfly found the hair, wirier than head hair, he felt it then knelt his nose just a foot from her, smelling for the first time that feminine sent, that mix of woman and perfume we all love so much. She opened her legs a little more and he bent to see, like a mechanic bending to a car wheel. Her hand touched his head, he looked up, and she nodded to my armchair, then she tottered to it, sat and raised both legs, supported by her hands and bent at the knees as she held herself open to his gaze.
Her womanly attributes were now fully on show as he knelt and looked at the slot of life, for the first time. she rested the stockinged feet on his shoulders easing her muscles and freeing her hands. A pointing finger now came into his field of vision, and it pointed out the things we supposed adults take for granted. Each part she called by its common name, she never ever having been taught the proper names, lips, inner lips the actual hole, she described as ‘her love tunnel’ the hooded clit as her nub, telling him how sensitive it was, and how important! He touched it, gently tenderly even and she drew in her breath in a way that said it was just the perfect move. He slid his finger into the wet hole, soft warm and wet with slippery mucus. His own very stiff and largely forgotten prick suddenly spewed forth again, it had been threatening to do so now for some time, but his mind was where his eyes were.
His warm wet seed slashed on his knees, bent as they were so he could see his quarry better, again she laughed saying that, “it was a compliment at her age when a man came just looking at her body” she explained what the stuff was, how if combined with a female egg, it did its work to become a baby, and that to do so it needed to be spat into where the egg was deep inside the woman`s body, in fact poked up that ’love tunnel’.
She explained that, “she was fortunately old enough now that she did no longer produce eggs, and that using a ‘love tunnel’ with a younger girl or woman risked having a baby, and that he was to think very carefully before embarking on this the ultimate demonstration of love.
Being John, he said that, “he did truly love her,” and he asked, rather tentatively if… “one day, if she didn’t mind, he could perhaps try it with her if there was no risk of it causing them a problem!” she smiled glanced at the clock, then answered, “one day soon, perhaps, but enough today, erm I need to pee then there`s your dads tea, oh and I need to tidy up!” He knew it was an excuse, there was loads of time yet, but he knew she had said, “be patient” and that she had problems that way. He was grateful, for what he had seen and achieved and knew in his heart to push now would be a disaster.
However, his curiosity had him ask, “pee, yeh, that’s a point, how do you pee if you’ve nothing to pee through?” she grinned pointed out the tiny hole then said, “that’s it there, we ladies pee through that and we always sit or squat to do it, not having anything to point…OK?!” he looked a little bemused so she dropped her legs to the floor, stood, took his hand and led him to the toilet, fortunately downstairs. Here she sat and let go her stream, leaning back so he could see and then when the stream had died, wiping herself.
Enlightened, together they returned to the living room and dressed, he thanking her profusely, and the moment having passed she bustling about in her kitchen, while he tidied up so there was no evidence and then went off to read his book, or whatever lads do at that age, as if nothing had happened.
That night in bed Kate told me she had found out that, “the lad had a problem understanding some biology problem over reproduction and that she was helping him with it!” Me, being me, said, “Was she sure she could cope?” To which she said, “Well we have made a start, but it may need some more sessions to let him get on top of the subject!”
Now I`m not quite as dim as I may seem, what I did was to say to Kate later on in that first evening, would she keep me abreast of what had had happened with young Johns education, in the big old diary I kept by my bed, (that way she wouldn’t get embarrassed telling me the details, and I would still know what she had got up to, thus covering the trust bit too.) I said no more about it and changed the subject to discussing the allotment and what veg she needed this weekend.
To me my allotment is the place I wander off to on Saturdays, my relaxation from the week, and we always have Sunday roast on Saturday evenings, so on Sunday it`s the family day and we all do something together, pop out in the car to her sisters, or the cliffs at Dover, or a pick-nick in the woods, or whatever it gets Kate out of the house.
Realising that was the perfect way, Kate left me a note and the notes of all that had gone on so far, which I appreciated, and had her by hand that night on the strength of it, though the entry in the book was not mentioned to save blushes. The note by the way, said not to come home before 4pm on Saturday`s!
Saturday then became their day for his education…though I suspect they were not above using that hour in the afternoon if the moment took them, I hoped for a Q & A session, or perhaps a smelly-finger-full, but that first Saturday, after I had been beautifully fed and a flask and sandwiches supplied, you could almost feel the tension as they awaited my departure.
It appears that Kate had said sometime in the week, that she would let him ‘go a step further’ on Saturday and he was eager to see just what that meant.
Now, being Kate, she had him clean his room first, while she did the necessary prep for tea, all it would need now was a match to the gas at the appropriate time and bingo! tea for 5.30pm, giving me time for a wash and brush up when I had got indoors…after 4 of course!
Now a lot of what went on I am surmising, mainly as it said in the dairy, the date and just the words ‘John… No longer a boy, I hope its done us both good for your sake Sam.
There was a few details after that but barely enough to do it justice and I had to wait to hear the full story, written down when she had more time midweek!
Anyway it went something like this; the meal ready, and the room tidied, she made coffee, John was obviously excited and had changed back into his PJ`s, so they sat on his bed and drank coffee and talked about contraception, periods and the fact Kate was no longer a pregnancy risk! She added a bit about care and wild oat sowing and all that stuff. Then she told him she was nervous and that she was scared of full sex with a grown man, and that it was going to be a traumatic day for her, though she didn`t enlighten him as to why it had come about! but she did say she wanted to try, because if she could get over her phobia, and do him some good in doing so, perhaps she could become a real wife to his father (me!) and we could all gain from it.
Now that fitted in well, and she sat still clothed with him rampant and stiff poking from the slot in his PJ`s. however she was obviously trembling with nerves.
She looked at the boy for a long moment then said, “I really am frightened son, so gently, and please, please, please, if I say stop you must instantly… promise!” he said he would then gently took her mug and put it on the dresser, with his before unbuttoning the dress a front opening job in blue.
He kissed her found she was dressed in just the dress and a full-length slip, no bra, no knickers, no stockings. She stood to let him remove the two items, then promptly sat back on the bed, as he removed his own sparse clothing. It was coming to that now or never moment, she lay back but as soon as her head touched the pillow sat back up shaking her head. He kissed her again but could see se was near to tear`s.
“Look, mum, its ok, I do want to try this, but I won`t cause you any harm just for my fun!”
She kissed him blessed him for his thoughtfulness, then told him to fetch my tie rack. Now that struck him as odd, but he did as he was told, she selecting two of my old work ties and putting another two on the bottom bedrail. Nimbly she tied one to either wrist, then fixed him with a hard stare and said, “this is for all three of us, so don’t let me down, I am going to be very vulnerable but I need to do this, for me as much as you and dad, do you think you can do what we talked about just as I said?” He nodded silently. Then tie my wrists to the bedhead and if I kick tie my ankles too, tied I can`t resist and you are not to release me till you have had your fill, OK!” he went to protest, but she said, “promise me now, and be gentle!”
He nodded, kissed her again then he took hold of one of the tie`s and secured her just as she wished.
She lay head on pillow, his prick red and angry, as he got between her legs leant down and kissed his target. Gently he slid down till his body lay on hers, then introduced the head to her sex-lips, he could tell she was near hysteria, so he kissed her, rather than ask if she was ready.
Gently oh so gently he fed himself into my beloved wife, slowly, while still kissing her partly to calm her, partly to muffle her cry`s which he knew would come. tears were causing down her cheeks, but he knew for us all, this was right, if not legal.
Her muffled cries as he began to move were pitiful, but he was in and he was going to do just as his mother had instructed, slowly her cries became less traumatic as he pistoned slowly in and out, adding speed and energy and breaking off the long kiss as his senses took over, her hands secured as they were, clawed at the air, her nipples had hardened and slowly oh so slowly she had begun to meet his thrusts. She knew this moment was his, she herself though aroused had not reached a climax, though she was to her amazement, near oh so very near, for the first time in years near to a climax by penetration, not since… but she shut out that horror as she felt his seed spewing into her, his grunts music to her ears as his first real fuck came to a climax. He kissed her, and she kissed him back, her face wet once more with tears, perhaps of relief.
He slid from her channel and knelt surveying her for a moment. Then he said, “was that what you meant mum?” She managed a weak smile the as he went to undo her, she said quietly, “not yet son, or have you finished with me forever?” he looked a little shocked, and so she explained, “look I doubt if I could yet except sex without restraint, and so far you haven’t made me climax, if you want it again, anyway you like ,with me unable to stop you, without me running away from shadows of my past, then leave the ties alone!”
He kissed her and said, “how was it for you then, was I too hard on you, once I got started, I couldn’t have stopped if I had been asked, I am sorry…”
She smiled, said he was fine, but she wanted to be harder on her now this was his one chance, she needed to know she was able to take whatever any man threw at her ever again. Silently he stood and then to her consternation, strode from the room, she heard him clattering about in her kitchen, (he later told her he had to wind himself up to take her as she wanted,) then he returned, leapt onto his bed and without any foreplay and before she could protest, sank himself in Kate in one quick thrust, this time he was at her like an a****l, thrusting into her hard and fast, hands on her hardening nipples, pinching and plying no kisses, no kind words, just thrust, thrust, thrust, she was going to have it, his fill, his seed, his joy his hard attention.
They came together to a climax the like of which she could never have expected, it was massive, together they reached the peak and descended like the dipper at dreamland.
Together they lay him on her belly trying desperately to regain his wits rolling off and laying still on the edge of the bed, before with a “WOW of exultation he released the ties from the bedhead stood and leaving her to untie her wrists, strode off to make more coffee which explained the clatter in the kitchen before.
The sat silently against the bedhead sipping the restorative coffee, time slid past, then the lad said, “do you feel now you could have sex with me without the bindings, I loved the whole thing but I so wanted you to hold me, to love me for me not just be taken like that!”
She kissed him, then said slowly, “When I was in service as a girl something happened to me, I was secured and I was ****d, and not by just one either, all of them men who should have known better, I wouldn’t even let your dad have me, so I needed the security of those ties, you have changed all that, I hope I haven’t made you want to dominate and pillage women, and yes I would like to try now without bindings, if I can, but I want you to be my partner sexually till you get a real girl, OK?” he kissed her and said “wow yes please mum!” and the cups went onto the dresser once again.
This time she had him lay on the bed, and straddled him, kneeling to slowly impale herself on him a smile across her face as she felt his hands on her pendulous saggy breasts thumbs stroking her nipple`s gently as her hands found his head and bending to him she kissed him softly and tenderly. Twice more that day they fucked, unfettered, loving and gentle, the energy of youth restoring him for her.
At three they rose, tiredly and on went the oven, they dressed and at just after four I was welcomed home, both shining of eye and in a tired but good mood, the lad helping me from the car with the greens, and Kate packing them into the larder. Not a word out of place was said, it was a wonderful weekend, sun and sea and a great picknick watching the boats from Dover.
Part 2
She wore a thin white slip, and a matching bra, he fleetingly wondered if she had planned all this, but was just enthralled by her slow deliberate movements. The blouse off she stood to slide the slip up over her body, the silky materiel slipping up and leaving the skirt in place. She again sat, her girdle`s top edge just showing above the skirt line, as stark white as the deep bra, as always immaculately laundered, when he had seen them in her drawer in sets with the knickers. She casually threw the slip onto the armchair back, it rustled as it slid down to the old soft seat. She turned so he could reach the clasp of the bra, slowly he undid the four-hooked monster for her, he would grow to hate bra hooks in later life, made he was sure to slow down lovemaking.
The final hook free she caught the tails of the white conically cupped garment holding it in place while she was turning to face him, thinking, well knowing, that she may have drooping breasts, but he was going to get the best view she could manage to give him, the best first exposure possible for her boy. He had knelt by now they were eye height to eye height, though his were fixed on those twin white clad breasts he had yearned so long to see.
Slowly she dropped the cups away, a thin set of red lines on the sagging breast skin told of their recent constraint, the nipples , surrounded by that dusky pink areola, stiff and erect pointing towards him like the guns on a battleship, though at that moment she was anything but a man o` war. For a long pregnant moment they sat still, his eyes taking in every tiny detail, every bump in the areola, ever ridge on the delicate raspberry coloured teat, her eyes watching him, fascinated by the look on his face, and the urgent mental process going on as he tried to remember these breasts in his head for evermore.
To his total amazement she whispered he, “could touch her if he wished!” Strangely it took effort to break the taboo of touch imposed since he didn’t know when, but slowly, oh so slowly his hands found the heavy and soft orbs. Silky smooth skin, hefty for not oversize breasts, the feel, like two water filled balloons, god that felt good. instinctively he lent forward and kissed her left nipple, pink and stiff though soft and oh so comforting. Her eyes closed in extasy, his lips on these barren breasts, soft as magic dust, her mind rushing back to something in her past which she never once so far revealed even to me, she so nearly pushed him away. But hesitated, then However, she steeled herself, he was a boy, not a man yet, and knowing he needed her tuition, her help, her guidance …and perhaps who knows, the experience could have an effect on her own sad problem with adult males. Her Sam needed this as much as she, he loved her truly and she wasn’t being fair on me that she realised.
The lad changed nipples, suckling now like the c***d she had never had. She hauled his face to hers, and they kissed, no mother and son kiss, but a lovers smooch, lips hot and passionate tongues touching, her hands clasping his head, his own hands still loath to release those soft orbs.
She had him sit and quietly started to explain herself and her hesitation, by saying, “ Look John, in my past I had a problem, a sexual problem, something happened, don’t ask me what I won`t ever tell you, but so much of a problem, I won`t let an adult man into my body, and before You ask yes that includes your dad, who has been very patient and loving with me. You need to know the facts of life, and I need to shake off this horror of grown men so there is something in this for us both, BUT we both need to be patient with one another…OK?” The lad said, he would. “try his best,” but asked, “Did that mean she would be showing him more?” She smiled and asked did he really wanted to see more of her old body, which caused an eager “Yes please…!”
She laughed, and shaking her head they stood, and she undid the skirt letting it drop to the floor. She fixed him with her steely gaze as he looked her up and down, sagging breasts down nearly to her girdle, stockings enhancing her less than shapely legs, and a pair of Marks and Spencer`s airtex knickers, made her no drink on a stick model it has to be said, but she was female, fitted with parts he just hadn`t got or even seen, and she was willing to show him round. To him it was enlightenment, a present from the gods, answers to questions that due to the sexual restraints of the times had not let the answers come easy, especially to those of his pubescent age who so desperately needed information.
She stood blushing for a moment then started to un-clip the stockings. A little embarrassed but torn between his desire to see her sexual areas, and furthering his sexual knowledge, he stood his hand unbidden straying to his own tool perhaps for moral support, perhaps to excite.
The stockings detached, she rolled down the knickers, and before he could get more than a glimpse of her hair covered sex, she followed them with the girdle, a roll-on affair, that entailed her bending to push the elasticated garment from her legs. To our man more frustrating time-wasting, her bent body hiding the area he most wanted to see, but as she had said… he must be patient!
Being Kate, she picked up her clothing and put it to one side on a dining chair, before straightening up to stand blushing heavily as she faced the lad, just dressed in her stockings, it was a poignant moment.
He stood mesmerised yet again, motionless his jaw silently working but no words arriving, his mum stood before him, feet about 15” apart hands on hips, her sandy coloured muff fully on show and between her legs, nothing just two lips vanishing between her thighs. Was this all there was he wondered, all he had wondered about all this time, the bit blanked out in the health and efficiency magazine that had been passed and fingered by every lad in the class! Here it was, a real one… and that was it!
Whatever was the fuss about? There must be more to it than that!
Her voice suddenly penetrated his thoughts, she was saying he could touch her gently.
His fingers like a butterfly found the hair, wirier than head hair, he felt it then knelt his nose just a foot from her, smelling for the first time that feminine sent, that mix of woman and perfume we all love so much. She opened her legs a little more and he bent to see, like a mechanic bending to a car wheel. Her hand touched his head, he looked up, and she nodded to my armchair, then she tottered to it, sat and raised both legs, supported by her hands and bent at the knees as she held herself open to his gaze.
Her womanly attributes were now fully on show as he knelt and looked at the slot of life, for the first time. she rested the stockinged feet on his shoulders easing her muscles and freeing her hands. A pointing finger now came into his field of vision, and it pointed out the things we supposed adults take for granted. Each part she called by its common name, she never ever having been taught the proper names, lips, inner lips the actual hole, she described as ‘her love tunnel’ the hooded clit as her nub, telling him how sensitive it was, and how important! He touched it, gently tenderly even and she drew in her breath in a way that said it was just the perfect move. He slid his finger into the wet hole, soft warm and wet with slippery mucus. His own very stiff and largely forgotten prick suddenly spewed forth again, it had been threatening to do so now for some time, but his mind was where his eyes were.
His warm wet seed slashed on his knees, bent as they were so he could see his quarry better, again she laughed saying that, “it was a compliment at her age when a man came just looking at her body” she explained what the stuff was, how if combined with a female egg, it did its work to become a baby, and that to do so it needed to be spat into where the egg was deep inside the woman`s body, in fact poked up that ’love tunnel’.
She explained that, “she was fortunately old enough now that she did no longer produce eggs, and that using a ‘love tunnel’ with a younger girl or woman risked having a baby, and that he was to think very carefully before embarking on this the ultimate demonstration of love.
Being John, he said that, “he did truly love her,” and he asked, rather tentatively if… “one day, if she didn’t mind, he could perhaps try it with her if there was no risk of it causing them a problem!” she smiled glanced at the clock, then answered, “one day soon, perhaps, but enough today, erm I need to pee then there`s your dads tea, oh and I need to tidy up!” He knew it was an excuse, there was loads of time yet, but he knew she had said, “be patient” and that she had problems that way. He was grateful, for what he had seen and achieved and knew in his heart to push now would be a disaster.
However, his curiosity had him ask, “pee, yeh, that’s a point, how do you pee if you’ve nothing to pee through?” she grinned pointed out the tiny hole then said, “that’s it there, we ladies pee through that and we always sit or squat to do it, not having anything to point…OK?!” he looked a little bemused so she dropped her legs to the floor, stood, took his hand and led him to the toilet, fortunately downstairs. Here she sat and let go her stream, leaning back so he could see and then when the stream had died, wiping herself.
Enlightened, together they returned to the living room and dressed, he thanking her profusely, and the moment having passed she bustling about in her kitchen, while he tidied up so there was no evidence and then went off to read his book, or whatever lads do at that age, as if nothing had happened.
That night in bed Kate told me she had found out that, “the lad had a problem understanding some biology problem over reproduction and that she was helping him with it!” Me, being me, said, “Was she sure she could cope?” To which she said, “Well we have made a start, but it may need some more sessions to let him get on top of the subject!”
Now I`m not quite as dim as I may seem, what I did was to say to Kate later on in that first evening, would she keep me abreast of what had had happened with young Johns education, in the big old diary I kept by my bed, (that way she wouldn’t get embarrassed telling me the details, and I would still know what she had got up to, thus covering the trust bit too.) I said no more about it and changed the subject to discussing the allotment and what veg she needed this weekend.
To me my allotment is the place I wander off to on Saturdays, my relaxation from the week, and we always have Sunday roast on Saturday evenings, so on Sunday it`s the family day and we all do something together, pop out in the car to her sisters, or the cliffs at Dover, or a pick-nick in the woods, or whatever it gets Kate out of the house.
Realising that was the perfect way, Kate left me a note and the notes of all that had gone on so far, which I appreciated, and had her by hand that night on the strength of it, though the entry in the book was not mentioned to save blushes. The note by the way, said not to come home before 4pm on Saturday`s!
Saturday then became their day for his education…though I suspect they were not above using that hour in the afternoon if the moment took them, I hoped for a Q & A session, or perhaps a smelly-finger-full, but that first Saturday, after I had been beautifully fed and a flask and sandwiches supplied, you could almost feel the tension as they awaited my departure.
It appears that Kate had said sometime in the week, that she would let him ‘go a step further’ on Saturday and he was eager to see just what that meant.
Now, being Kate, she had him clean his room first, while she did the necessary prep for tea, all it would need now was a match to the gas at the appropriate time and bingo! tea for 5.30pm, giving me time for a wash and brush up when I had got indoors…after 4 of course!
Now a lot of what went on I am surmising, mainly as it said in the dairy, the date and just the words ‘John… No longer a boy, I hope its done us both good for your sake Sam.
There was a few details after that but barely enough to do it justice and I had to wait to hear the full story, written down when she had more time midweek!
Anyway it went something like this; the meal ready, and the room tidied, she made coffee, John was obviously excited and had changed back into his PJ`s, so they sat on his bed and drank coffee and talked about contraception, periods and the fact Kate was no longer a pregnancy risk! She added a bit about care and wild oat sowing and all that stuff. Then she told him she was nervous and that she was scared of full sex with a grown man, and that it was going to be a traumatic day for her, though she didn`t enlighten him as to why it had come about! but she did say she wanted to try, because if she could get over her phobia, and do him some good in doing so, perhaps she could become a real wife to his father (me!) and we could all gain from it.
Now that fitted in well, and she sat still clothed with him rampant and stiff poking from the slot in his PJ`s. however she was obviously trembling with nerves.
She looked at the boy for a long moment then said, “I really am frightened son, so gently, and please, please, please, if I say stop you must instantly… promise!” he said he would then gently took her mug and put it on the dresser, with his before unbuttoning the dress a front opening job in blue.
He kissed her found she was dressed in just the dress and a full-length slip, no bra, no knickers, no stockings. She stood to let him remove the two items, then promptly sat back on the bed, as he removed his own sparse clothing. It was coming to that now or never moment, she lay back but as soon as her head touched the pillow sat back up shaking her head. He kissed her again but could see se was near to tear`s.
“Look, mum, its ok, I do want to try this, but I won`t cause you any harm just for my fun!”
She kissed him blessed him for his thoughtfulness, then told him to fetch my tie rack. Now that struck him as odd, but he did as he was told, she selecting two of my old work ties and putting another two on the bottom bedrail. Nimbly she tied one to either wrist, then fixed him with a hard stare and said, “this is for all three of us, so don’t let me down, I am going to be very vulnerable but I need to do this, for me as much as you and dad, do you think you can do what we talked about just as I said?” He nodded silently. Then tie my wrists to the bedhead and if I kick tie my ankles too, tied I can`t resist and you are not to release me till you have had your fill, OK!” he went to protest, but she said, “promise me now, and be gentle!”
He nodded, kissed her again then he took hold of one of the tie`s and secured her just as she wished.
She lay head on pillow, his prick red and angry, as he got between her legs leant down and kissed his target. Gently he slid down till his body lay on hers, then introduced the head to her sex-lips, he could tell she was near hysteria, so he kissed her, rather than ask if she was ready.
Gently oh so gently he fed himself into my beloved wife, slowly, while still kissing her partly to calm her, partly to muffle her cry`s which he knew would come. tears were causing down her cheeks, but he knew for us all, this was right, if not legal.
Her muffled cries as he began to move were pitiful, but he was in and he was going to do just as his mother had instructed, slowly her cries became less traumatic as he pistoned slowly in and out, adding speed and energy and breaking off the long kiss as his senses took over, her hands secured as they were, clawed at the air, her nipples had hardened and slowly oh so slowly she had begun to meet his thrusts. She knew this moment was his, she herself though aroused had not reached a climax, though she was to her amazement, near oh so very near, for the first time in years near to a climax by penetration, not since… but she shut out that horror as she felt his seed spewing into her, his grunts music to her ears as his first real fuck came to a climax. He kissed her, and she kissed him back, her face wet once more with tears, perhaps of relief.
He slid from her channel and knelt surveying her for a moment. Then he said, “was that what you meant mum?” She managed a weak smile the as he went to undo her, she said quietly, “not yet son, or have you finished with me forever?” he looked a little shocked, and so she explained, “look I doubt if I could yet except sex without restraint, and so far you haven’t made me climax, if you want it again, anyway you like ,with me unable to stop you, without me running away from shadows of my past, then leave the ties alone!”
He kissed her and said, “how was it for you then, was I too hard on you, once I got started, I couldn’t have stopped if I had been asked, I am sorry…”
She smiled, said he was fine, but she wanted to be harder on her now this was his one chance, she needed to know she was able to take whatever any man threw at her ever again. Silently he stood and then to her consternation, strode from the room, she heard him clattering about in her kitchen, (he later told her he had to wind himself up to take her as she wanted,) then he returned, leapt onto his bed and without any foreplay and before she could protest, sank himself in Kate in one quick thrust, this time he was at her like an a****l, thrusting into her hard and fast, hands on her hardening nipples, pinching and plying no kisses, no kind words, just thrust, thrust, thrust, she was going to have it, his fill, his seed, his joy his hard attention.
They came together to a climax the like of which she could never have expected, it was massive, together they reached the peak and descended like the dipper at dreamland.
Together they lay him on her belly trying desperately to regain his wits rolling off and laying still on the edge of the bed, before with a “WOW of exultation he released the ties from the bedhead stood and leaving her to untie her wrists, strode off to make more coffee which explained the clatter in the kitchen before.
The sat silently against the bedhead sipping the restorative coffee, time slid past, then the lad said, “do you feel now you could have sex with me without the bindings, I loved the whole thing but I so wanted you to hold me, to love me for me not just be taken like that!”
She kissed him, then said slowly, “When I was in service as a girl something happened to me, I was secured and I was ****d, and not by just one either, all of them men who should have known better, I wouldn’t even let your dad have me, so I needed the security of those ties, you have changed all that, I hope I haven’t made you want to dominate and pillage women, and yes I would like to try now without bindings, if I can, but I want you to be my partner sexually till you get a real girl, OK?” he kissed her and said “wow yes please mum!” and the cups went onto the dresser once again.
This time she had him lay on the bed, and straddled him, kneeling to slowly impale herself on him a smile across her face as she felt his hands on her pendulous saggy breasts thumbs stroking her nipple`s gently as her hands found his head and bending to him she kissed him softly and tenderly. Twice more that day they fucked, unfettered, loving and gentle, the energy of youth restoring him for her.
At three they rose, tiredly and on went the oven, they dressed and at just after four I was welcomed home, both shining of eye and in a tired but good mood, the lad helping me from the car with the greens, and Kate packing them into the larder. Not a word out of place was said, it was a wonderful weekend, sun and sea and a great picknick watching the boats from Dover.
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