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358 PLEASE(ING) MUM (1)
Sheila arrived home tired and footsore, her 5ft 7inch blonde, 10 stone
frame Sheila, had traipsed the streets of the seaside town, looking for a shop with the perfect gift for her only son Ian, whom she doted on …16 on Saturday. Tall thin and gangly, a keen swimmer, mid-stream academically, shy and backward when it came to girls, though he was her pride and joy, her only c***d, to her perfection!
She put the kettle on and kicking off her shoes collapsed in her chair, till the kettle sang, she rose wearily, brewed the tea and cutting a piece of homemade cake sat to enjoy a moment of peace.
She had bought him a watch in the end, had it engraved too it was in with the rest of the shopping, which she knew needed putting away…it could wait, she began to bite into the cake, sipping the tea, relaxing, she became aware of sounds way up at the top of the house, Ian` s room, two floors above, up in the converted attic. No doubt his friend Mark would be visiting, they usually were after school, Marks mum being at work till ten, he spent a lot of time with Ian.
Mark had lost his dad a year since, Sheila`s old school friend Milly his mother, finding life , had to return to work, always the long afternoon shifts no one else wanted, all for a low wage at that dammed hessian factory, often for Milly, the month ran out long after the money, so Sheila just to be neighbourly had fed both boys of an evening for some time now, after which Ian would wander off home, doing what chores he could for his tired mother.
She wondered, as she drank the tea, how she would cope if it had been Sid, her Sid, becoming old before his time her beloved husband, Sidney Albert Todd, sack packer in charge of No2 belt at the factory, 14 stone of pump water, 6`0 feet tall and with a pronounced stoop, a heart of gold and a desire to see his family right, sticking to the job despite the hemp dust slowly filling his lungs, he worked on regardless, knowing it was worse than miners lung, sure that one day…
She shuddered, shook herself from the morbid thought, then stood and went into the kitchen, putting away the groceries and hiding the watch till she could wrap it. Sid was 2 to 10 shift this week, she was proud of her man, kept a good home for him, oh she knew he wasn’t the sharpest knife in the box, but he was dependable, reliable and loving…. The kettle boiled again, she brewed, fetched a tray, placed the two mugs and a couple of slices of her cake, then set off up to the attic room.
Up in the gods Sid had converted the loft. it was a big room, one end the lads bed, a desk opposite the stair entrance, at one side in the centre, , the other end held his model railway, her Sid and young Ian had worked on it since he was a k**, bit by bit, the thing had grown, a father and son mutual project. A focus, Mark too becoming involved a year or two before the accident that claimed his own father, it had become his focus too, and she was glad, treating him like the second son she never had. Tiredly she mounted the last of the six flights of stairs leading up to this dormer room, coming to the door. She didn’t knock expecting the boys to be running trains. Backing herself through the door to protect the tray, she placed the tray on his desk. Not seeing them at the layout she turning towards the bed. It was evident they had not heard her coming, its difficult to know which was most startled, the doting mother, or the two naked boys on the bed in the 69 position, caught like rabbits in headlights!
They scuttled from the embrace, her glimpsing stiff and rampant pricks, as they spun round and grabbed wildly at clothing to cover themselves, the pricks, though it had been a fair old time since she had seen her sons…both were larger than she expected… pink butts, and red-faces, all round, She her wheeling away in embarrassment and crashing the door retreated down the stairs in some confusion, all without a word uttered.
She sat in her kitchen some-what flushed, her heart pounding, her head whirling, thoughts chasing thoughts across her head. She found some washing up to do, eager to busy herself in something mundane, return to normality. But the image of the two boys persisted…and what would she say when they came down to tea…, was it better to scold, pretend it had not happened, be shocked, aggressive, understanding, what? was it all part of growing up, was it experimental, was it him telling her he was gay? She cooked tea, Sid would have eaten in the canteen, fresh fish new spuds, beans, with jam roly-poly for afters washed down with lashings of thick custard, she finished the food, called the boys and dishing up, placed it all on the table.
The boys sheepishly came into the room slipping into their seats, eyes not meeting mothers, Ian began to say something, but she hushed him with a raised hand, telling them to “eat up while it was hot, and not another word!”, relieved they bent to the task, glad to be spared this embarrassment.
The meal consumed as usual the boys washed up, Mother retreating to the telly as if the news was the most important thing in her universe. Mark soon departing for his own home, calling out his thanks and goodnight and leaving his mate to face his mother.
He took his place on the sofa, both watching the telly to save exchanging glances or eye contact.
He began, hesitatingly to apologise for embarrassing her, she in turn saying that “she should have knocked!”
They both went to speak at once, then she said, “look son, I have been meaning to talk to you about your lack of girlfriends, don’t you like girls? “ he looked at her for a moment then said, “Girls… good god mum, this is embarrassing,, but no I don’t have a girl ,nor does Mark, but its not for want of trying the silly bitches round here don’t want a skinny beanpole like me, I don’t dance, I`m no Lothario, no casenover, I am a shy lad who swims, has a model railway and about as much chance with the few girls I ever meet that it`s not worth bothering and Mark is the same!”
“And that? ”She hissed, through pursed lips…it was a question he expected, but dreaded, “Look mum, please don’t tell dad, but we have been trying to experiment, just to see what it felt like, as we don’t seem able to meet any girls, we were trying one another. I mean it stands to reason a male mouth is the same as a female one is it not and were never going to get a blow job if we can`t meet girls are we!”
She felt sorry for him, knew what it was to be an outsider, she had been one herself, her mum having died, when she was 14 she had been forced to look to her smaller siblings, and that had left her on the shelf till dad remarried and till her Sidney, had rescued her, whisked her away and married her, a bride at 17, still in virgin white, though she had made up for it, Sid being sex mad! Railways and sex his only true hobbies!
She bit her lip, she always did that when she was thinking, “ has that idle bugger ever given you a birds and bees lecture?” he shook his head, said he “had tried to once but finding out it was on the school curriculum he had left it to the school!” she shook her head, knowing Sid as she did she was not surprised, “And did you learn anything there, knowing that lot at that bloody school I doubt they covered much,!”
He explained that the teacher a red-faced nervy man called `Stone’ who normally taught English and had lost the toss in the staff room. He had stuttered his way through the basics of creation, though using an a****l breeding example and leaving a lot to the film on cross breeding cows and finishing with “and humans do that too as I expect you know!”
She grinned remembering her own teachers nuns, who just warned of the consequences, and evil men!
“I shall speak to your dad when he comes home, if he had done the job properly, you would have understood it all, sex is fun, but it needs careful handling and you need to know all about it and it seems Mark too, leave it to me and I will see what`s to be done!” she smiled, then said “I won`t tell him what you’ve been up to don’t worry, now off to your room and we will talk again after school tomorrow!” it was the best he could hope for and he knew when to withdraw from the battle so kissing her as usual off he went to contemplate the day and run a train or two before bedtime.
It was 10.30 when Sid arrived home, as usual dusty and in need of a shower, she poured him a beer, cold from the fridge, which he savoured as he downed it, though he knew from her fetching it and his glass so promptly that something was afoot. Our Sid might be a bit dim but not where his wife was concerned, “I`m off for my shower, if you lock up we can talk afterwards…!” he rose and was gone before she could bring a gun to bear. She did the usual tasks, checked the lights were out and in her bedroom in her nighty she lay on her bed having dabbed his favourite perfume behind ears and in her pubic hair.
He appeared from the bathroom refreshed and naked, seeing her d****d like Salome, he knew his instincts were right, his wife wanted something, and she was all out to get it! He decided to play it cool slipping into the bed and snuggling down as if he hadn`t noticed her.
Fully conversant with her husbands games she slid in beside him, knowing with that perfume he couldn`t resist her charms. And as usual she was right, the usual cuddles followed by trying to mount her said that she had his attention, and it was this poignant moment that she began her assault.
“You remember last year when I said you should explain the facts of life to Ian…” he said in a rather tremor’s voice that he did, “Well why didn’t you, you long pillock, you sidestepped the job did you not, left it to that dozy dimwit of a schoolmaster who bogged up the job!” to show there was no hard feeling, or perhaps that she wanted hard feelings, she slid his still hovering tool into her wet and waiting gash, “Well, now I spose I have to do the bloody job!” he looked at her in a shocked sort of way, then said, quietly, “what did you have in mind my sweet!”
Over the next few thrusts she outlined her plan which seemed to excite him beyond measure, filling her with his seed in a spurt of energy that he hadn’t managed in many a long day. One of his fantasies flashing up on his mental screen in technicolour, though he just let her fill out her plan as he lay and let it soak in!
Basically she was going to talk to Marks mum first, then simply teach her boy, or boys if Milly, Marks mum, agreed, she could teach them all about women, and practical stuff too if Sid agreed, since having the operation she couldn’t conceive anyway...and she knew all about his fantasy of her having a lover, but she had not felt right about it, so hadn’t pursued it… till now… it was a win, win situation, the boys would get the boast to their ego`s they deserved, and he would get his fantasy fulfilled, not to mention she would get some, and from a virile young man, she gushed on like that for a while trying to convince him, however had she realised how stiff he had become at the thought, she would have realised the battle was won , especially as he confirmed it by beginning to strike home a second time…and vigorously, a situation that had not occurred for many a long year!
It was the alarm that woke them, she shouted up to Ian then went to make his breakfast ready for school. They heard a clatter on the stairs, a tired Ian came down combing his hair, and adjusting his tie. She smiled at him, he looked relieved, he had been worried all night about his dads reaction, wondering how little or much his mother had said. She whispered “Dad doesn`t know about yesterday, lets keep it that way, and don’t worry, I will sort it” he looked relived, especially when she said to “tell Mark not to worry either and not to get uptight, though I want to chat with you both after school tonight.”
He went off to school a happier lad, she returning to her husband with a tray of tea and toast, as was their custom when he was on late turn.

It was mid-morning when she appeared at Milly`s door, her friend was doing the laundry, clothes everywhere, in piles, so after the usual greetings, they made tea and went into the sitting room.
Leaving out the tryst of yesterday, Sheila explained about Ian, having asked some pertinent questions, and she finding out that his sex education had been a bit sparse, to say the least! Luckily they were old friends and they could talk without embarrassment, so Milly, said she had had similar conversations with her boy, his lack of bravado with girls worried her a little, he spending time trying to spy on her occasionally, and she had noticed the laundry basket tended to get raided, some of her underclothing taking a day or twos holiday at times, between getting in the basket and returning again a day or two later, all of which had disturbed her a bit, though she put it down to growing up, she had no idea that they knew so little.
Sheila said her own lad was the same, occasionally trying to glimpse up her skirt, or down her blouse, which she had ignored as hormonal lads. But she had found out they knew so little, their lack of knowledge effecting their outlook and their chances of growing up with the knowledge she and I`m sure you Milly, had.

Milly, said that she had wondered what to do about it, but having no man anymore she had no one to talk to on the subject and it had become worse this last year, Mark now being the ‘man’ of the house!
Tentatively Sheila explained she was going to explain things, let her boy understand about women, boost his ego and allow him to understand, would she mind if she did the same for young mark, it may be less embarrassing for him if they were together, but she felt she had needed to talk to you as his mum, before I even broached the subject properly. Milly was all for the idea, the mill had her tired out most of the week, and sex was not something that she felt happy to explain to Mark anyway, so as long as she was kept up to date on progress, she was happy.
The Chores all done, the evening meal ready in the saucepans, just needing to be heated, she attended to her own needs. She toileted herself then had a long bath, splashed perfume and powder where it was appropriate, dressed in her best lingerie, and was sitting in her long summer dress on the sofa, sipping a glass of squash, with just a hint of vodka for a boost of her spirits, apparently watching the telly, when the boys arrived home….

The laughing lads appeared chuckling at some inane joke one of the other k**s had cracked as he passed by on his way home. “there`s squash in the fridge fetch it then come talk to me” the lads exchanged glances then fetching glasses and the jug of squash and rather sheepishly they joined her in the sitting room.
“right you two, sit,” they sat, ice clinking in the jug as they poured three glasses. She took a drink, then said, I have spoken to your mum Mark, the lad stopped the drink near his lips colour draining from his face, “and your dad Ian” it was his friends turn to look shocked.
“Mum, you promised…” she smiled and went on, “through no fault of yours, your dad passing on and yours Ian passing the buck, they didn’t do a lot for your sexual development, and that dozy prat of a schoolmaster, did nothing either,” she took a drink, then again went on, “so If your agreeable, and promise not to go blabbing and to be honest, and truthful, I will help you with your problem. But it`s up to you.”
Amazed looks were exchanged, Ian asking “and yesterday?” she smiled and said that yesterday wasn’t mentioned, as she didn’t think it necessary, and anyway she had promised hadn`t she!”
Two very relieved lads exchanged more looks, the chorused “yes please” Mark adding that” no one would hear a word from either of them, they both solemnly promised!” it was confirmed by rapid nods from Ian.
“There is two parts to the way we can do this, I can give you chapter and verse from a book, or we can progress and do a little hands on, but to get to that stage I need to know everything, with nothing held back and you both need to do exactly as your told!”
Amazed the two lads promised once again as she went on “First though I need to know every detail of each of your sexual experiences, and you must be truly honest.” Both lads coloured up, and looked a bit red, so she quickly added “to save us all embarrassment, I suggest you can sit at the kitchen table as I cook tea, and as your back will be to me it may make things less of a trial for you both!” two relieved lad went and sat at the table in a scamper , smiling to herself she lit the stove, and over her shoulder told mark he should start and miss nothing…
Haltingly he began, that “he had always known my mum was built different to me, she had…” he blushed so she prompted him, “tits… look lads women have tits, and a fanny, and you men have pricks and balls, so let`s not get bogged down this early in the job, ok”
They both nodded, exchanged glances and he went on again “tits then, but the girls in my class at school, well they had none, so I tried to see my mums, whenever I could.” I wasn’t very successful, just the odd glimpse of her underclothing, but I knew from our laundry basket things were different, bra`s and things, silky knicker that sort of thing!” He took a drink, I met Ian about then it was when his dad returned from the army, I think you already knew my mum, Mrs Todd.!”
She, said, “yes she had grown up in the town as had Ian`s dad, and she had been to school with his mum,” then to his surprise she told them both to call her `Sheila` during these, it was more friendly.
Haltingly he said “well Ian and I of course compared notes, he too had tried to get a glimpse of his mum, you Mr`s…Sheila, and he had been lucky and looked through the bathroom keyhole, and saw your…fanny, he told me you were disabled, having no cock…well we didn’t know did we… we were all of 10… !”
She stirred something to keep from smiling, as he went on that “they, were both so sorry for you.”
“Anyway later one of the girls, Mandy Bragg, she heard us talking, down by the canal one afternoon when we thought we were on our own, and took the piss, sorry took the micky, saying to our embarrassment that women didn’t have willies, she wasn’t willing to show us though , but she flashed her knickers, at us saying see, I don’t have one, then she ran off, and told all the girls in the school.”
Ian till now had kept fairly quiet, he however took up the story, saying “those girls, they gave us hell, making sure we saw their knickers a time or two, but never close enough to see details, and they made sure we never got to take one out, saying that we were silly little boys that knew nothing, they were right, but as we were the outsiders, neither of us being into football or that sort of thing, just trains, so didn’t get far as detectives.”
They sniggered, so she asked them to “go on.” mark said, “well nothing really, at that school there was only school masters, no mistresses, miss Fag the secretary was enough to put casenover of sex, and other than you and mum was just hopeless…” he shrugged, my dad died, and Ian`s dad well he didn’t explain much so we were keen to find out what we could, but other than a film on a bull poking a cow on the film, well we knew nothing, we came out of the lesson thinking that to have sex a lady would need to bend over and take a prick up her arse, oh we knew babies grew in ladies bellies, and that it needed a man to seed her , but that was it. We saved our pocket money for a magazine, but neither of us were man enough to go in the newsagents, and the one mag we found was health and efficiency and all the interesting bits were frosted out. So, we decided to experiment, and you caught us first time!”
She was lumping the meal onto plates as she asked if they had ever used there own hands, both went red, and it was Ian who said “yes, since forever we have done that, but we want to know more mum, we feel silly, most lads have regular girls the best we have had was Selina Morris, letting us both see her bee-sting tits when we were 12, and that cost us a £1!”
They sat and ate in silence waiting her verdict, between mouthfuls, she said “It was what she had expected, so they were not to worry, she would sort all that, and by the time she had finished they would be super studs!” that meal passed and so did the desert, before the subject was raised again, Sheila saying “She was sorry for not having realised long ago, that they needed some help, and she was sad that they had not felt they could talk to her about their problems!”
The meal over the boys did the washing up, it was just 6 pm, Sheila making them coffee and leading them into the sitting room once more.
They sat, both boys on the sofa, her in her armchair. “Look I`m going to show you a film, don’t worry its not a bull and a cow this time, and it will answer a few questions , but be warned it will raise a lot more, both questions and looking at you both…well look tissues are there and don’t get it on my carpet, I`ve seen it and I will leave you both to watch it, I won`t come back in tonight so take the film out and put it up on the top of the display cabinets when you’ve watched it so goodnight Mark, and you Ian.
Tomorrow evening, after we have eaten, I will answer any questions you have dreamed up, but not till then…ok?” they nodded, “oh and dad will be home at ten so don’t be here when he gets home, remember this is our secret. She pressed the start button and arose, leaving them to it.
After doing a couple of small chores in the kitchen, Smiling, she went up to her room. The silence of intense watching in the sitting room said it all for her she had seen the porno many times before, it was one of Sid`s more staid ones, a music backed one that she had left turned down, set outdoors, sex on a beach, the man in it watching a pretty girl, stripping then she squats and pisses , followed, then by a close up of her sex, he strokes her clit to a climax, followed by penetrated sex and a big climax before the thing fades to nothing… she knew it was an hour long, but she also knew they would watch it at least twice…
It was the next afternoon when again she dressed for the boys just as she had done the day before. This time the meal was ready as they arrived home, a quick wash, and they all sat to eat. The boys eager, but knowing they needed to wait, after the meal she had said, and they were not going to queer that pitch were they, so they talked of school and lessons, anything but the questions they were so desperate to ask.
The meal over the chores done they joined her in the sitting room. She asked if they had enjoyed the film last evening? they said they had, and she thanked them for leaving the room tidy and the film where it should have been, then she said “ok, I can see you have questions for me, who`s first…”
Ian asked if all women “looked the same down there?” she smiled and said “yes, we are all basically the same, You, have been in the showers with other boys your age at school, you’ve seen dicks, they vary but basically yes they are all variations on a theme are they not and it’s the same for women!”
To their surprise she suggested “on that subject they let her see what she was working with and undressed. Reluctantly they both disrobed, to their boxers, so she sat waiting that final item. Which they both seemed a little reluctant to shed.
“Look boys, later in these lessons you will want me to undress for you, show you my body, and let you explore, well it ain`t gonna happen if I don’t get total obedience and your cooperation… got it?” Mark got it and down went the boxers, his circumsized thin 5inch penis, appeared stiffly to attention, Ian however was less forthcoming, and said “it felt strange to be doing this in front of his mum!”
She shook her head and said “strange…” how did he think she felt, did he think it was easy for her then, she was having to do what father was supposed to have explained a while back and that she was willing, to do so for them, give up her dignity, for her son and his friend, so he was to stop being so soft and get on with the job!
The red -faced lads boxers descended, to mutters of “sorry mum,” and the 7inches of uncut flesh came into sight. Stiff angry and obviously excited.
She examined both carefully, said that they were so different but basically the same, and that it was the same with women, explained that till puberty they had had hardly anything to speak of in the tit`s, not needing to be equipt that well as they didn’t need to mate, or feed youngsters went on to explain about circumcision and then had them sit naked and ask any more questions that they cared to ask. Ian said that” he had been amazed at the `little button, and wondered what it was for” to which she said “that she would show them hers soon and explain then…”
Mark said he had been surprised about the way the girl in the film had peed with no dick, and she smiled and said “she would show them sometime, but let`s concentrate on the real sex bit first shall we, that comes under fetish, and so far, you haven’t mastered step one and lets do one step at a time…” then she stood and asked them if they would like to remove her dress, amazed, they were at her side in seconds, Mark slipping the zip at her back downwards, and her own son lifting the item up over her head and off of her raised arms in a slick move to reveal her body as he had only ever seen it in a swimsuit, though this swimsuit was black lacy and came in three pieces..
They had a long look, Sheila obligingly doing a turn so they could take in all the angles. Both lads standing respectfully eyes like organ stops, slack jawed, as she sank to her knees in front of them. They now were looking down at her not inconsiderable breasts, resting on the shelf of a black lacy long line bra. She let them ogle at her for a moment, then snapping them from their trance she said” Ian, get the cards. He hastened to the sideboard, collecting the pack of playing cards and holding them out to her waited for her to shuffle them, she offered them to the boys. “right my lucky lads, you can cut them highest gets to remove your first bra.” Amazed eyes met, then they rapidly cut the pack. Mark drew a jack, and Ian looking a little unimpressed drew a nine.
Disgruntled he sat down as his mate went behind her and fumbling a little undid the black lacey item. It became loose, losing its hold the thin black straps its only support which he slipped from her shoulders. The cups falling free as the straps fell away down her arms and onto the floor, freeing the soft orbs and allowing Ian a full view of the faint red lines where seams had encased the softer tissue, though they instantly began to fade, nipples, aroused at the lads interest, stood up from her pale skin, dark and erect. Mark nearly falling in his hast to get to a better viewing spot, and to sit at the front of her body with his open-mouthed friend, eyes focused to take in the soft and gentle sway of her 36d, breasts. The woman stayed still, hands at her sides kneeling, knowing they would never forget this moment in their whole lifetimes.
The moment lasted for seconds then very quietly she said, that “they could touch her if they wished…”
Hesitantly each lad leant forward, and softly caressed the individual breast facing each boy, gently oh so gently hands lifted the soft, but weighty tissue, slid over the skin, smooth and delicate, fingers traced the areola, caressed the nipples, like two butterflies on some sacred Lilly.
Her eyes close as the caresses continued, long moments past, then she asked them to kiss the nipples, which they both did, lip caresses in stereo, she felt the beginnings of a distant orgasm. And not wishing to get her lesson out of sequence she had them stop and sit back.
“Now,” she noticed that her sentences with these two mostly began with Now, `”Now lads, lets debunk a myth or two about tits, tits are natures feeders, they are sensitive around the nipples, (she pointed to the areola) but in the main they are soft meaty flaps with milk making ducts inside, a baby will chew on a nipple and take milk from it, that’s why baby`s don’t have teeth… so sucking on a woman`s tits, stimulates that woman, and she may orgasm, but, there are times when gentle caresses are appropriate, and others when more robust games are the thing, its going to be one of life`s challenges for you to decide when and which is the turn on…but don’t go away thinking you must treat them like fragile tender Jellies, they are as robust as the rest of the body, in some ways more so, so today you are going to enjoy my tits, together… tomorrow we shall move on to the other bits…ok?” they nodded, both eager to play, and learn.
Over the next hour she sat, lay, knelt and went on all fours for the boys, at her instruction, and in turn they sucked, caressed, pinched, fondled, milked and generally played with her without a hint of resistance!
Twice Mark held himself to stop his emissions, and the second time she scolded him saying that he, then she amended it to both of them, “should pick a favourite breast, and adopt it, by using their hands and working themselves off onto her tit`s to finish the lesson!
Again, the boys exchanged glances not believing their luck, then Ian took to the left side and Mark the right, kneeling over the prone body, and taking themselves in hand. Their hands became a blur, but her final act, a hand cupping each boys balls, was just too much, each lad spewing a personal best over her in a most memorable way.
Like gentlemen they reached for the tissues, and as they cleaned up she too began to come, too their alarm believing she was having some sort of seizure.
They were relieved when she reassured them explaining it was the female orgasm and she would “show them the next step tomorrow, now get dressed and that’s it for tonight!” not wishing to break the spell they dressed and retreated from the room just as they were told. Ian seeing his mate out and exchanging a few whispered words at the back door before toddling off to his room.
His mother lay on the living room floor, her left hand strayed under her knickers, where she knew their fingers would stray, the very next afternoon, her right to her right nipple, softly caressing herself, and remembering… was she really allowing this…. Participating…leading on these two young stags…she knew the answer, it was a resounding yes.
Sid came in an hour later, she was sat on the sofa, watching the news when he arrived, still half dressed, her still naked, he dusty as always, tired and thirsty , but he took one look at her, knew the boys had had a lesson, and kissed her hard, she returned his kiss enthusiastically with passion, and said that Ian had adopted her left breast and Mark her right, and they had spent an hour playing with them. He pulled her to the floor dragged off her knickers and without removing a stitch himself, unzipped and had her hard. Finishing with a massive groan in just a few moments, her own orgasm matching his perfectly.
After a rest, she rose and poured him a cold beer, which he downed in seconds then together they went up to bed, he taking a refreshing shower before in bed they relived the evenings lesson step by step and maid slow passionate love, as she recounted it all for him.
It was Friday next day, shop for the weekend day, it was Sid`s turn to work this weekend, they cleaned and maintained the machines at weekends, each of the shifts working as overtime in rotation 8 till 4 to do so, every third weekend being Sid`s gang. She shopped accordingly, returning home mid-afternoon and bathing, dressing and cooking were timed to perfection so that the food hit the table just as soon as the two boys had washed themselves.
They sat as before the boys bolting their food in anticipation,
her telling them to slow down, saying they didn’t want indigestion.
Again, the meal and washing up were accompanied by talk of school, shopping and his coming birthday…
So it was nearly 6 before the two frustrated lads were sat on the sofa once more, full of anticipation and bravado their confidence having increased by a huge percentage she noticed. To their surprise she was dressed today in a blouse and skirt, the blouse white and translucent the bra under it white, and her legs bare, under the black skirt. To their credit the boys were patient, and when she told them to strip, this time there was no hesitation, and in no time flat the and two stiff and naked lads were sat either side of her on the big old sofa.
“Now boys, tomorrow is Ian`s birthday, as you know, so tomorrow I intend to make a man of him… well you both really, so today I want to explain certain things first. My Sid is day off on Sunday so we won`t be meeting, but he`s at work all day, as is your mum Mark, tomorrow, Saturday, so if you come around at about ten Mark, we will have all day to play, OK?”
They nodded, she went on, “next week we will have a change, and will talk about fetishes and that sort of stuff, and we can explore more in depth. Some of that stuff if you fancy learning more OK?”
Wild nodding signalled their approval of the plan eager eyes following her every move
She explained that today, she was not wearing underclothes on her lower half, for ease of access, she was going to hold their cocks for them, and they in turn could explore under her skirt, but until each of them had cum as they had the day before they would get no further, and would not be able to go see, was that fair? A chorus of “oh yes please” and broad grins told her they approved. She placed her hand on Ian`s stiff tool and her other round Mark`s, their looks were ecstatic, their hands on her knees rapidly sliding upwards, under
the skirt each finger curling and teasing through her pubic hair, and gently oh so very gently tracing the hot sex lips, wet now from excitement. She in turn began to stroke the two pricks as she leaned back to enjoy the moment. Ian`s dick began to spew forth his emission as he found the slippery clitorise, hidden under its hood, she grinned raised her cum soaked hand and wrist to her lips and simply lapped up his semen, the sight had Mark who`s finger was deep inside her cavity by then, groaning as a prelude to his own eruption, with much the same result, his seed being licked from her hand into this willing woman`s mouth very prominently. A look of amazement crossing the boy`s face`s.
As she lay back and said “now you’re not going to make an undue mess every-where you can lift my skirt and have a good look at your first real cunt…” it was no sooner said than done. It was to both lads Magic!
She said they “had been very good, so if they kissed it they could touch it and ask what questions they wished,” as she reached for the telly, remote from the arm of the sofa.
She clicked the remote, immediately a fanny appeared in technicolour on the tv. They recognised it as the one from the film. She had pre-set the thing, saying that they could now compare her real live one, to the fanny image on the screen! This they did, asking her what the lips were called, about the hood, the ureather, at her instruction holding her open to look inside, Ian even shining the tiny torch on his keyring into the darkness , she laying patiently for them, till there curiosity was quenched then she demonstrated how to strum, each then having a short go at it, she then explained about oral sex allowing Mark to suck and lick her first then her own son, the spare mouth being allowed to practise using his own designated nipple, once they had removed her upper clothing. This went on until she achieved a massive orgasm, much to the boys amazement, her eyes rolling, and her breathing in heavy gasps, which afterwards, she explained was normal, and thanked them for it, but at the time for these two novices it was again alarming!
Her lubricant and her squirt of cum was remarked on, and she then demonstrated oral sex, by blowing first Ian and then his friend, swallowing the semen with some showmanship on both occasions.
It was all mind blowing for the boys, and after a suitable rest they were allowed to try it on one another, just to see if their theory of one mouth being as good as another held water…. Each receiving his opposite numbers seed in his mouth and then being told by Sheila, to swallow, which they did, Ian apparently enjoying it better than Mark, though he did say “it was not distasteful, but not for him fantastic either!”
Tired now but still eager for tomorrows climax, Mark dressed kissed Sheila and went home, Ian just kissing his mother goodnight and wandering to his bed, clothes in hand.
Our heroine staying put, knowing Sid would soon be home, and wanting chapter and verse, as well as his
share!
Idly she clicked on the porno, and removing the skirt still round her waist, then sitting idly strumming herself and waiting, the arrival.
Sid, dust covered as always, soon arrived, eager for a report on progress …she told him in graphic detail and ripping his clothes off there and then in front of the still playing porno, he took her, hard and as robustly as a randy man could, who had spent the last few hours, working on autopilot and daydreaming of what his wife was getting up to with those two lads.
Sheila, found it an awesome end to a thrilling evening!