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The date was August 1930, rain was hitting the window like hail, his eyes peeping over the blankets blinked open took in the dismal day and soon closed again. For Montigue Percival Pargeter, this holiday was turning out to be a misery of wet days and boredom. He had been sent down from the college for being caught in the girls dorm, that had been bad enough, but coming home to mother was harder! Fathers reaction had been one of; “well of boys will be boys,” a reaction, which had his mother Muriel stamping about like a maniac and heaping scorn and curses on both of them. Her point of view being rather pointedly feminine and very bias!
That was two weeks ago now and after the initial heat had gone from mothers temper, things had calmed a bit and she was coming to the conclusion that her beloved son was some sort of a pervert and there was little to be done…
Now that may be a little extreme, the lad was a 17year old hormone riddled lad, six feet tall fit and energetic, but mother had based her thoughts on his two older twin brothers, Basil and William both of which had shown no perverted or even sexual interest in women or girls before they went off to live together in London as juniors in the family law firm.
Father I should explain had married Muriel some years before as his parents had insisted he took a wife…sex had been a duty, a chore, a ritual, to Muriel`s disgust, and as soon as an excuse offered itself father discontinued it!
I suppose I had best describe Muriel five foot six tall, dark chestnut hair, shapely neat and always well dressed, the daughter of a parson, though not pious in anyway, just 49 now, and past the change but still secretly active sexually, the archetypal lady of the manor.
Monty however had been the product of a boozy evening, Muriel having nagged at father before he went out, about his lack of sexual attention, he had hit the brandy at both the conference he was attending and again in the limo on his way home and it was he who had taken Muriel on the stairwell, to the surprise of Muriel herself and the butler, Hodges, but he had forgotten to use a condom!
Thus, Monty had been born nearly eight years after the twins and had been, “a late c***d”, what in polite circles was known as… a mistake! However, “the mistake” had cured father of his heterosexual drive once and for all, and mother never again has had to endure his advances, to her frustration, as he directed his attentions to a regular ladyboy in town for fear of another mistaken c***d appearing! It was an open secret, known in these enlightened times to all but spoken about by none!
Hodges, taking advantage of her ladyships frustration`s managing to secretly “assist” her, at first occasionally but later on a much more regular basis to overcome her frustrations!
So, it had been no surprise whew Monty had been shipped out to boarding school, an all-boys establishment, both pricey and exclusive, the `inmates’ by design having little contact with the female population. That of course was the route the twins had taken all that time before, but it had suited them, both being a couple of limp wristed gay`s and very popular with the headmaster! Not so our Monty, who had studiously avoided the heads advances.
The estate the family owned was mallow manor, huge sprawling and remote, set in the Wiltshire countryside, which other than a cook and couple of housemaids over the years, and of course his own mother, had been the limit of his experience of close femininity, and none of them had been in the least sexual, the old cook at twenty two stone, and the housemaid`s both being in their sixties! So, He had graduated to the mixed college a still rather unenlightened virgin and had been confronted by the female of the species, and rapidly overwhelmed!
He had been enticed to their dorm by a couple of sweet young things that had been bet by their peers that they couldn’t entice the nerdiest young virgin in the intake to their beds! Before they could get the thing even out of its PJ hide-away, the mistress had clicked on and he had found himself on a train home at dawn next day, not even having got abreast of the situation!
He was now a bit of an embarrassment to his parents, who were not sure what to do with him, and it being a wet summer, he couldn’t even get out of the house much. Hence, he spent a lot of time in bed, alternately sleeping and doing the one sexual thing he had learnt in college, the one that he was an expert at… wanking!
It all came to a head on a Wednesday when Mother and father held a family conference in fathers study, it became quite heated, father being of the opinion that mother should teach the boy the rudiments. Mother wasn’t of a mind to share herself with her son, as unbeknown to father she was getting some from Hodges, ever since father had abandoned her as a sexual object, so she though father thought it, “may be a good idea for both her and the lad she wasn`t at first keen!” Mother putting the ball back in his court saying it was up to the father to teach a boy the rudiments of birds and bees not her! father of course had explained sex to the two older boys, back at their 14th birthdays and though he thought it had gone well and though they had nodded politely and diligently at all the right places, they had kept their own thoughts on sex and had skipped away from his study hand in hand after he had finished no doubt to go and practise their own version!
In the end rather than row, using parental common sense they did what all sane and sensible folk do when they come to a stalemate……...they tossed a coin! It came down heads and Muriel copped for the job, father quickly scooping up the two headed penny before she could examine it!
Thus, it was, on this rainy August day it was a very determined mother who appeared in his room in the east wing, and without knocking appeared at the bedside of the young man who, lay on top of the bed, tool in hand, and was just approaching the vinegar stroke!
Somewhat embarrassed to be found at the point of no return, and blustering, as his seed shot towards the ceiling as only young men can, he attempted to cover his embarrassment with his sheet. Impassively his mother stood, impressed by his vigorous ejection, but unwilling to acknowledge the impressive performance, one she knew that the elderly Hodges could not hope to equal.
“Right young man, your father has decreed that I should talk to you about your future and your sexual knowledge, which appears to be limited to the performance I have just witnessed!” his jaw dropped, and with the sheet partly covering his groin now, he eyed her suspiciously, unable to utter a coherent word.
She continued, “firstly I need to ascertain how much you know already, and don’t come the embarrassed c***d with me, I`m not going to leave the subject till I`m satisfied that you have the basics ironed out in your head…though it may not be today as time today is short …understand?”
He knew that look and he knew arguing was not practical with mother in this sort of mood. He replied “yes mother” in a rather c***dlike tone.
She sat herself down in a chair near the bed-head, where the lad couldn’t see her easily without turning to face her, as she reckoned it might save their blushes, then she said, “Well, go on , tell me about women, and we shall go on from there!” it was not a please, or a could you, tone it was a definite order.
So without facing her he outlined the little he knew about women, saying that, “they are mostly, good looking , though the housemaid and the cook were not in that category… or aunt Alice come to think of it,” at which she smiled fleetingly at the reference to her sister, he continued “and they have tit`s… sorry breasts, which men don’t, for feeding k**s, though I`ve not got to see any yet, I have no idea about any of the bits under the skirts and dresses, and they can get bitchy every few weeks, and really that’s about it!” ( a pretty good precis I think most men would applaud for accuracy) He paused then added, “I have tried to look up your dress occasionally but you were too quick for me, and I didn’t want you to know anyway, so I had to be careful. Oh and I brushed my hand against cooks tit, sorry breast, once, but she moved away rapidly though she did grin, and say, ’that though it was a great compliment I can’t let you do that, master Monty!’ “she added, much as she would have liked too, but she didn’t dare especially as she had to be careful of her job. Though she didn’t say anything to you luckily, she`s a good sport. Oh yes and at school I found out about stroking my willy as you saw, but other than that, and that’s great fun, well, nothing else really”
She sat just out of his line of sight with a smile on her face that said she was amused by how little he knew. She also knew she needed to chat to her cook! Calmly she asked, “what did he think he would see looking up her skirt?” blushing he said, “he just had hoped to find out what lay up there, it was just that she was a woman, not particularly that she was his mother,” and that, “he had wanted to know was it the same as he had and did she play with hers as he did!”
Her answer shook him to the core, “Right young man, I want you to swear that you will not share with anyone what I intend to do with you and for you… understand, in this country and this day and age it`s called i****t, and even in these enlightened times, the so called swinging 30`s it can lead to the parent involved being locked away, so do you understand?”
He said he did and solemnly swore that he wouldn’t tell a soul where he got his knowledge, which satisfied her ladyship, who glided to his door and to his surprise turned the key in the lock, not wishing a servant to have caught them involved in this particular pastime. He lay silently watching her return to his bedside, not knowing what to do or say.
She was wearing a tweed suit, white blouse and a fetching broach, her make up perfect, her hair catching the little light from outside, a neat and magnificent lady. She leant to him and kissed him, then said, “today knowing why I was coming here I have left off certain items if apparel Montigue.” He noted she was using his Sunday name so things must be serious. “I want you to place your hand under my skirt and tell me what you find!” shocked but not wishing to miss this opportunity, the lad sat up and swung his feet over the bedside, dropping to his knees on the mat beside his bed, then as requested his left hand holding her stockinged left leg to steady himself he allowed his right to do the exploring. His eyes never leaving her face, a look of deep thanks writ-large on the boy`s face and her hands running through his hair.
His trembling hand soon found what his mind had so long questioned, what he wanted so much to know. “tell me what you find” she said, “what you can feel, explain it to me as exactly as you can!” he told her of the stockings, the silky feel and the suspenders, then the damp hair and the soft crevice. She to his amazement stood passively allowing him this privilege without emotion. He looked amazed, astounded even, it was obviously not what he had expected. He muttered that “she has no balls, no prick, however, do you pee?” It was all too much he looked questioningly deep into her smiling eye`s, she was enjoying his amazed looks and the touch of his enquiring hands.
“ Enough Monty, stand up and kiss me before I go, I shall return tomorrow in the morning, and I will explain a little more when I promise that we shall explore further, when I am more amenably dressed, and have much more time, as this afternoon I am to visit the vicar about the blessed bazzar.” Crestfallen he stood, and kissed her, so near and yet so far, he now had more questions than so far, he had answers, it was heart breaking.
She swept out, and he returned his now very stiff body to his bed, to think and to relieve himself once more.
Next morning, breakfast taken in her bed she returned, father had gone off to London as usual for the next day or two, so she felt the coast was clear. The hall clock struck ten, the staff, as always were taking tea in the kitchen, as she whisked her way along the landing dressed only in her best nightdress and dressing gown.
Since early light the lad had waited for her arrival, after a restless night, eager to find more of the facts he so desperately needed. At his door she hesitated a second, checked her hair in a hall mirror, and then as she had before swept in locking his door behind her.
The bed was made and the room tidier than it had not been for months,
He was sitting on the window seat dressed in PJ`s and a dressing gown both in light blue, sat reading at the mullioned window the sunlight streaming through the window pane.
“Good morning Montigue, I trust you slept well?” it was a rhetorical question, but he answered it anyway, saying that “With your body on my mind it has been a long tiring night.” She smiled, flattered that she had had that effect on the lad, and imagining him tossing away. They seemed to be tiptoeing round one another, so she took the bull by the horns, saying, “well I am here lad, and I`ve got an hour or two today, so perhaps…”
He didn’t let her finish the sentence, standing and kissing her hard on the lips in a very strong fashion. She laughed, pushed him away and saying quietly, “perhaps you would like to help me undress?”
Like a shot his hands leapt to the tie on the silk dressing gown, eager hands slid the silky garment from her shoulders, his eyes raking over the night-dressed body, the covered breasts jutting proudly towards him, twin peaks and erect nipples poking gamely against the white silk.
Still grasping the now loose dressing gown, he stood mesmerised by his mother`s body, stunned seconds passed then she whispered, “did he not wish to remove the nightdress?” did he…
He spun round, tossed the gown, on his bed and in seconds his hands were lifting the silk up and from his mother`s body. She raised her arms to help him, the legs, then the hips were highlighted by the sun, then the breasts and off came the whisp to float to the ground, his eyes fixed to her body, unable to do or say anything, overcome with her beauty and the fact that after all these years she was allowing him to see her.
She let him stare for long seconds, then turned and sat on the bed.
His hands she took from his shocked stance and gently placed them on her own breasts, letting him softly and gently mould the twin sacks, feel the weight, examining the areolas, even nip the twin nubs between thumbs and forefingers in a way that sent a smile to her face and a tingle to her very core.
She lay back, allowing his gaze to fall on her genitalia, that soft cleft, and the powder-puff of chestnut hair pushing its way proudly upwards. Her hands slid to her sex-lips, easing the soft pink lips apart, opening herself to his gaze, explain each part. Exposing her clitorise, explaining how to kiss, and fondle it, its effect on the lady it`s hood, the tiny pee pipe, and what she termed the cave of life, the birth canal, explaining how a c***d would grow and of its appearance down this stretchy tunnel. He was mesmerised, every tiny detail etching itself on his brain as he stood, his mouth wide open, his eyes roving over her tender flesh.
He was brought to his senses by her telling him to remove his own clothing. Like a man possessed he quickly stripped, naked and very erect he stood before her, she sat up, her hands gentle and warm fondled his tool, immediately the thing spat its venom at her, the touch just too much for his over excited mind.
She smiled as he blushed, then she explained about the change and the problems of pregnancy, periods and that she was now too old to become with c***d. Finally, she explained that his tool was the implanter, about the seed he had sprayed her with, its potency and where it needed to go, as well as what effect it would have on a woman.
That last act, the ultimate act, meant her laying back on his bed, her head on his pillow her legs wide open and at her instruction, he kneeling between her knees.
Slowly oh so slowly he eased it into her, a look of sublime joy on his face, and he began his dance, the joy the speed, the feelings, her back arching, her breathing quickening, she had told him of this, this finish, this climax, her hands on his shoulders gripping, pinching, his hips like a piston, his balls tightening then the ultimate feeling as he filled her, it was magic, it was the best feeling he had ever felt, he was finally a man.
They lay together for a long time, mother and lover, he hoping and her knowing that this was just the start.
The date was August 1930, rain was hitting the window like hail, his eyes peeping over the blankets blinked open took in the dismal day and soon closed again. For Montigue Percival Pargeter, this holiday was turning out to be a misery of wet days and boredom. He had been sent down from the college for being caught in the girls dorm, that had been bad enough, but coming home to mother was harder! Fathers reaction had been one of; “well of boys will be boys,” a reaction, which had his mother Muriel stamping about like a maniac and heaping scorn and curses on both of them. Her point of view being rather pointedly feminine and very bias!
That was two weeks ago now and after the initial heat had gone from mothers temper, things had calmed a bit and she was coming to the conclusion that her beloved son was some sort of a pervert and there was little to be done…
Now that may be a little extreme, the lad was a 17year old hormone riddled lad, six feet tall fit and energetic, but mother had based her thoughts on his two older twin brothers, Basil and William both of which had shown no perverted or even sexual interest in women or girls before they went off to live together in London as juniors in the family law firm.
Father I should explain had married Muriel some years before as his parents had insisted he took a wife…sex had been a duty, a chore, a ritual, to Muriel`s disgust, and as soon as an excuse offered itself father discontinued it!
I suppose I had best describe Muriel five foot six tall, dark chestnut hair, shapely neat and always well dressed, the daughter of a parson, though not pious in anyway, just 49 now, and past the change but still secretly active sexually, the archetypal lady of the manor.
Monty however had been the product of a boozy evening, Muriel having nagged at father before he went out, about his lack of sexual attention, he had hit the brandy at both the conference he was attending and again in the limo on his way home and it was he who had taken Muriel on the stairwell, to the surprise of Muriel herself and the butler, Hodges, but he had forgotten to use a condom!
Thus, Monty had been born nearly eight years after the twins and had been, “a late c***d”, what in polite circles was known as… a mistake! However, “the mistake” had cured father of his heterosexual drive once and for all, and mother never again has had to endure his advances, to her frustration, as he directed his attentions to a regular ladyboy in town for fear of another mistaken c***d appearing! It was an open secret, known in these enlightened times to all but spoken about by none!
Hodges, taking advantage of her ladyships frustration`s managing to secretly “assist” her, at first occasionally but later on a much more regular basis to overcome her frustrations!
So, it had been no surprise whew Monty had been shipped out to boarding school, an all-boys establishment, both pricey and exclusive, the `inmates’ by design having little contact with the female population. That of course was the route the twins had taken all that time before, but it had suited them, both being a couple of limp wristed gay`s and very popular with the headmaster! Not so our Monty, who had studiously avoided the heads advances.
The estate the family owned was mallow manor, huge sprawling and remote, set in the Wiltshire countryside, which other than a cook and couple of housemaids over the years, and of course his own mother, had been the limit of his experience of close femininity, and none of them had been in the least sexual, the old cook at twenty two stone, and the housemaid`s both being in their sixties! So, He had graduated to the mixed college a still rather unenlightened virgin and had been confronted by the female of the species, and rapidly overwhelmed!
He had been enticed to their dorm by a couple of sweet young things that had been bet by their peers that they couldn’t entice the nerdiest young virgin in the intake to their beds! Before they could get the thing even out of its PJ hide-away, the mistress had clicked on and he had found himself on a train home at dawn next day, not even having got abreast of the situation!
He was now a bit of an embarrassment to his parents, who were not sure what to do with him, and it being a wet summer, he couldn’t even get out of the house much. Hence, he spent a lot of time in bed, alternately sleeping and doing the one sexual thing he had learnt in college, the one that he was an expert at… wanking!
It all came to a head on a Wednesday when Mother and father held a family conference in fathers study, it became quite heated, father being of the opinion that mother should teach the boy the rudiments. Mother wasn’t of a mind to share herself with her son, as unbeknown to father she was getting some from Hodges, ever since father had abandoned her as a sexual object, so she though father thought it, “may be a good idea for both her and the lad she wasn`t at first keen!” Mother putting the ball back in his court saying it was up to the father to teach a boy the rudiments of birds and bees not her! father of course had explained sex to the two older boys, back at their 14th birthdays and though he thought it had gone well and though they had nodded politely and diligently at all the right places, they had kept their own thoughts on sex and had skipped away from his study hand in hand after he had finished no doubt to go and practise their own version!
In the end rather than row, using parental common sense they did what all sane and sensible folk do when they come to a stalemate……...they tossed a coin! It came down heads and Muriel copped for the job, father quickly scooping up the two headed penny before she could examine it!
Thus, it was, on this rainy August day it was a very determined mother who appeared in his room in the east wing, and without knocking appeared at the bedside of the young man who, lay on top of the bed, tool in hand, and was just approaching the vinegar stroke!
Somewhat embarrassed to be found at the point of no return, and blustering, as his seed shot towards the ceiling as only young men can, he attempted to cover his embarrassment with his sheet. Impassively his mother stood, impressed by his vigorous ejection, but unwilling to acknowledge the impressive performance, one she knew that the elderly Hodges could not hope to equal.
“Right young man, your father has decreed that I should talk to you about your future and your sexual knowledge, which appears to be limited to the performance I have just witnessed!” his jaw dropped, and with the sheet partly covering his groin now, he eyed her suspiciously, unable to utter a coherent word.
She continued, “firstly I need to ascertain how much you know already, and don’t come the embarrassed c***d with me, I`m not going to leave the subject till I`m satisfied that you have the basics ironed out in your head…though it may not be today as time today is short …understand?”
He knew that look and he knew arguing was not practical with mother in this sort of mood. He replied “yes mother” in a rather c***dlike tone.
She sat herself down in a chair near the bed-head, where the lad couldn’t see her easily without turning to face her, as she reckoned it might save their blushes, then she said, “Well, go on , tell me about women, and we shall go on from there!” it was not a please, or a could you, tone it was a definite order.
So without facing her he outlined the little he knew about women, saying that, “they are mostly, good looking , though the housemaid and the cook were not in that category… or aunt Alice come to think of it,” at which she smiled fleetingly at the reference to her sister, he continued “and they have tit`s… sorry breasts, which men don’t, for feeding k**s, though I`ve not got to see any yet, I have no idea about any of the bits under the skirts and dresses, and they can get bitchy every few weeks, and really that’s about it!” ( a pretty good precis I think most men would applaud for accuracy) He paused then added, “I have tried to look up your dress occasionally but you were too quick for me, and I didn’t want you to know anyway, so I had to be careful. Oh and I brushed my hand against cooks tit, sorry breast, once, but she moved away rapidly though she did grin, and say, ’that though it was a great compliment I can’t let you do that, master Monty!’ “she added, much as she would have liked too, but she didn’t dare especially as she had to be careful of her job. Though she didn’t say anything to you luckily, she`s a good sport. Oh yes and at school I found out about stroking my willy as you saw, but other than that, and that’s great fun, well, nothing else really”
She sat just out of his line of sight with a smile on her face that said she was amused by how little he knew. She also knew she needed to chat to her cook! Calmly she asked, “what did he think he would see looking up her skirt?” blushing he said, “he just had hoped to find out what lay up there, it was just that she was a woman, not particularly that she was his mother,” and that, “he had wanted to know was it the same as he had and did she play with hers as he did!”
Her answer shook him to the core, “Right young man, I want you to swear that you will not share with anyone what I intend to do with you and for you… understand, in this country and this day and age it`s called i****t, and even in these enlightened times, the so called swinging 30`s it can lead to the parent involved being locked away, so do you understand?”
He said he did and solemnly swore that he wouldn’t tell a soul where he got his knowledge, which satisfied her ladyship, who glided to his door and to his surprise turned the key in the lock, not wishing a servant to have caught them involved in this particular pastime. He lay silently watching her return to his bedside, not knowing what to do or say.
She was wearing a tweed suit, white blouse and a fetching broach, her make up perfect, her hair catching the little light from outside, a neat and magnificent lady. She leant to him and kissed him, then said, “today knowing why I was coming here I have left off certain items if apparel Montigue.” He noted she was using his Sunday name so things must be serious. “I want you to place your hand under my skirt and tell me what you find!” shocked but not wishing to miss this opportunity, the lad sat up and swung his feet over the bedside, dropping to his knees on the mat beside his bed, then as requested his left hand holding her stockinged left leg to steady himself he allowed his right to do the exploring. His eyes never leaving her face, a look of deep thanks writ-large on the boy`s face and her hands running through his hair.
His trembling hand soon found what his mind had so long questioned, what he wanted so much to know. “tell me what you find” she said, “what you can feel, explain it to me as exactly as you can!” he told her of the stockings, the silky feel and the suspenders, then the damp hair and the soft crevice. She to his amazement stood passively allowing him this privilege without emotion. He looked amazed, astounded even, it was obviously not what he had expected. He muttered that “she has no balls, no prick, however, do you pee?” It was all too much he looked questioningly deep into her smiling eye`s, she was enjoying his amazed looks and the touch of his enquiring hands.
“ Enough Monty, stand up and kiss me before I go, I shall return tomorrow in the morning, and I will explain a little more when I promise that we shall explore further, when I am more amenably dressed, and have much more time, as this afternoon I am to visit the vicar about the blessed bazzar.” Crestfallen he stood, and kissed her, so near and yet so far, he now had more questions than so far, he had answers, it was heart breaking.
She swept out, and he returned his now very stiff body to his bed, to think and to relieve himself once more.
Next morning, breakfast taken in her bed she returned, father had gone off to London as usual for the next day or two, so she felt the coast was clear. The hall clock struck ten, the staff, as always were taking tea in the kitchen, as she whisked her way along the landing dressed only in her best nightdress and dressing gown.
Since early light the lad had waited for her arrival, after a restless night, eager to find more of the facts he so desperately needed. At his door she hesitated a second, checked her hair in a hall mirror, and then as she had before swept in locking his door behind her.
The bed was made and the room tidier than it had not been for months,
He was sitting on the window seat dressed in PJ`s and a dressing gown both in light blue, sat reading at the mullioned window the sunlight streaming through the window pane.
“Good morning Montigue, I trust you slept well?” it was a rhetorical question, but he answered it anyway, saying that “With your body on my mind it has been a long tiring night.” She smiled, flattered that she had had that effect on the lad, and imagining him tossing away. They seemed to be tiptoeing round one another, so she took the bull by the horns, saying, “well I am here lad, and I`ve got an hour or two today, so perhaps…”
He didn’t let her finish the sentence, standing and kissing her hard on the lips in a very strong fashion. She laughed, pushed him away and saying quietly, “perhaps you would like to help me undress?”
Like a shot his hands leapt to the tie on the silk dressing gown, eager hands slid the silky garment from her shoulders, his eyes raking over the night-dressed body, the covered breasts jutting proudly towards him, twin peaks and erect nipples poking gamely against the white silk.
Still grasping the now loose dressing gown, he stood mesmerised by his mother`s body, stunned seconds passed then she whispered, “did he not wish to remove the nightdress?” did he…
He spun round, tossed the gown, on his bed and in seconds his hands were lifting the silk up and from his mother`s body. She raised her arms to help him, the legs, then the hips were highlighted by the sun, then the breasts and off came the whisp to float to the ground, his eyes fixed to her body, unable to do or say anything, overcome with her beauty and the fact that after all these years she was allowing him to see her.
She let him stare for long seconds, then turned and sat on the bed.
His hands she took from his shocked stance and gently placed them on her own breasts, letting him softly and gently mould the twin sacks, feel the weight, examining the areolas, even nip the twin nubs between thumbs and forefingers in a way that sent a smile to her face and a tingle to her very core.
She lay back, allowing his gaze to fall on her genitalia, that soft cleft, and the powder-puff of chestnut hair pushing its way proudly upwards. Her hands slid to her sex-lips, easing the soft pink lips apart, opening herself to his gaze, explain each part. Exposing her clitorise, explaining how to kiss, and fondle it, its effect on the lady it`s hood, the tiny pee pipe, and what she termed the cave of life, the birth canal, explaining how a c***d would grow and of its appearance down this stretchy tunnel. He was mesmerised, every tiny detail etching itself on his brain as he stood, his mouth wide open, his eyes roving over her tender flesh.
He was brought to his senses by her telling him to remove his own clothing. Like a man possessed he quickly stripped, naked and very erect he stood before her, she sat up, her hands gentle and warm fondled his tool, immediately the thing spat its venom at her, the touch just too much for his over excited mind.
She smiled as he blushed, then she explained about the change and the problems of pregnancy, periods and that she was now too old to become with c***d. Finally, she explained that his tool was the implanter, about the seed he had sprayed her with, its potency and where it needed to go, as well as what effect it would have on a woman.
That last act, the ultimate act, meant her laying back on his bed, her head on his pillow her legs wide open and at her instruction, he kneeling between her knees.
Slowly oh so slowly he eased it into her, a look of sublime joy on his face, and he began his dance, the joy the speed, the feelings, her back arching, her breathing quickening, she had told him of this, this finish, this climax, her hands on his shoulders gripping, pinching, his hips like a piston, his balls tightening then the ultimate feeling as he filled her, it was magic, it was the best feeling he had ever felt, he was finally a man.
They lay together for a long time, mother and lover, he hoping and her knowing that this was just the start.
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