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Mother's Stories 2 - Anna's 1st free porn video
(You'll need to read "Part 1 - Jane's testimony", first. Honest!)
2. Anna's Testimony
I'm so glad you were able to talk about this Jane, as I have a similar story to tell. I, too am ashamed but feel a kind of addiction to what I have done. Like you, I am a single mother, my husband died a couple of years ago. We had had a good sex life, quite adventurous and fun, he liked me to dress up in nice lingerie and so on. He had bought a number of sex encyclopedias and some pornographic stuff from shops in Soho, and we enjoyed looking at the pictures together, though they never really showed much, just airbrushed nudes, though they often had stories with descriptions of sex positions, threesomes and so on, fantasies with strippers and prostitutes, group and oral sex and such like. I was always intrigued, but we never did anything with anyone else, even though we fantasised a little about such things. But I was well informed and interested in matters sexual. And being on my own often made me pine for sexual contact.
My son, I'll call him Roy if you don't mind, was what you would call an introvert, a bit like your Joe, Jane. As he reached puberty I knew he was finding it hard to deal with his feelings. And I gradually realised that he was developing an interest in me! At first I just thought he was being more loving to his mother generally, maybe missing his Dad and so on, but I noticed him adjusting himself in his jeans sometimes, then realised he had probably been looking up my skirt! I was turning him on! I tried not to think about it, but increasingly noticed times he was watching me, looking down the front of my dress, or even looking at my underwear – I realised my drawers had been rummaged in, and not well tidied! Of course his hormones would be raging, and he had no outlet for these new feelings – he too was at a boys school and he wasn't the type to have a girlfriend despite me encouraging him – so I was sympathetic, but his attention reminded me of what I too was missing!
One evening we were watching TV together, with him sat next to me on our sofa. I was in my nightie with a dressing gown over that, he in his pyjamas. It was a documentary we were watching I think, and both of were tired but felt we should watch until it finished. At one point I discovered I had fallen asleep and Roy was cuddled up alongside me. So far so acceptable, but then I felt his hand slowly and tentatively sliding up from resting against my hip, towards my bust! He was pretending to be asleep and making it look accidental. What to do? I was frozen. I didn't want to have a row, and I was also intrigued. What would he do? Would he lose his nerve – could I just let him carry on? Well, yes I could. I amazed myself but let him continue his exploration, part of me was amused at his cheek!
So, slowly and gently (probably so as to not wake me! Ha Ha!) his hand went between the opening of my dressing gown. Full marks for his patience as he let it lay there quite a while. Then, the bold move, with a yawn and a crafty stretch he put his palm right over my breast! I looked down at him through my almost closed lids and saw an unmistakeable erection! Not surprising! His hand rested there a while – he'd presumably achieved his aim, now was enjoying it. I felt myself moistening in my knickers. And I felt my nipple hardening. Could he feel it too? I had no bra on, so he must have felt it through the cotton of my nightie. Still feigning sleep he stretched again and his body was almost on top of mine, with his hand still enjoying my bust. I too decided action was needed. I responded in a (hopefully) natural way for a sleeping woman, and turned myself slightly too, which resulted in me lying more comfortably, but with the added benefit of my legs parting and my nightdress and dressing gown riding up.... Benefit for who though? Both of us I suspected with shock. I was feeling aroused and getting wetter between my legs. Roy was obviously aware of the new opportunity now available. Minutes later his hand left my breast and descended over my tummy. He moved his head a little, clearly so he could see what he was doing. Would he let his hand go onto my panty area, or would he lift off and try to pull up my nightie (which didn't have far to go before my knickers would be visible)? I suspect he thought that the former provided more risk of waking me and spoiling the excitement.
He removed his hand from my tummy and I waited in anticipation. Then I felt it, the boy was lifting up my nightie and as he did so the dressing gown opened! He was extremely careful and gentle as he did this, I felt the nightie weight lift of my thighs and slowly be pulled upwards towards my waist! Then, when he had exposed my knickers completely, he just as gently let it drop back on to me. So now my legs were slightly apart, my dressing gown was open and my nightdress was pulled up to my waist and my cotton full-cut but very thin knickers were completely visible. Now his boldness really surprised me. He was obviously convinced I was deeply asleep and he slowly rose from the sofa and knelt alongside it, alongside my waist, alongside my knicker-clad crotch! Now what was he up to? I soon found out. First he got his face really close to my knickers and inhaled, that seemed pretty perverted to me, then with both hands he tentatively got hold of the waist-band of my knickers and began to pull them down! I was staggered. He was trying to see my pubic triangle! Surely he didn't think he could get away with that would he? Anyway he'd never get them all the way down, so my private parts would be safe, but that wasn't the point was it? Should I still pretend to be asleep, or put an end to this now? To my continued shame I only shifted my position a little, making it look normal again. Then I spread my thighs a bit more, ensuring he couldn't remove the knickers.
He was hesitating, probably my last move freaked him out - was I going to wake? But he wasn't deterred. No, seconds later I felt my knickers being pulled down. He pulled them as far as he could, exposing my pubic hair fully, only stopped by the inability to go further. He was taking in the view, his breathing getting quicker. I could feel his body getting hot – unsurprising! Then, and this almost made me jump, his palm was gently placed flat on my lower belly, just above the pubic mound. He was amazingly brave to try this, what was he thinking if I woke up? Then, you guessed it, his palm moved lower, over my pubes, caressing them and delighting in the adventure! And he didn't stop there – his blood must have been up, as he then slipped his hand down into my crotch, under the knicker gusset and over my vagina! First his hand was flat. My vaginal folds were soaking wet so he must have felt the dampness. Then his middle finger dropped further and my outer lips parted under the slight pressure. Now he was fingering my clitoris and I was dripping madly. I groaned with pleasure – I couldn't help it! I started to orgasm - his fingering me, and my need for sex had combined and I'd gone over the edge. I bucked and writhed. I opened my eyes in real shock (not at finding him there after apparently being deeply asleep, but at my own depravity!) and he was startled as I stared at him. His jaw dropped and his mouth opened. "What the hell do you think you're up to?" I said. He couldn't speak. I covered myself up and got off the sofa. He was bright red looking completely ashamed. He said he didn't know what came over him, he wasn't able to resist the temptation and he was really sorry.
Its totally inappropriate to do that with your mother I told him. What did he have to say for himself? Then it all poured out – he'd been having naughty dreams, he was frustrated. He couldn't control his thoughts. He'd been so excited by my body next to him and my warmth and female shape and everything, he had just started to feel me then got carried away. He couldn't believe it was happening either! He was amazed I didn't wake up. He was just so extremely excited he couldn't stop himself, and now he felt really strange, he'd been so very very turned on, he'd never felt anything like it before, it was as if all his dreams had come true and now he felt empty and ashamed and dirty and... I cut him short. I told him he mustn't feel bad about having a sex drive, just that his mother wasn't the right way to get satisfaction. I told him I was pleased he found me, and my body, attractive though. I began to feel sorry for him. I'd had pleasure at his fingers and now he was left unfulfilled. I called him over. I sat down on the sofa in front of him and touched the front of his pyjamas. "Did that get very hard?" I asked as he looked at me with surprise. "Well, I suppose I could do something about that, at least so you don't go to bed frustrated..." Then, to both of our amazement, I pulled down the pyjamas and held his penis, which was a decent size and rapidly becoming hard. "This is a secret between us, I am not having sex with you, that would be very wrong, but I can give you relief. We must NOT do anything like this again, understand?" He nodded.
His erection grew under my hand as I gently rubbed the shaft. He put a hand down into my nightie and began fondling my bust, a faraway look in his eyes. My nipples hardened. Once again I was in a different zone. The head of his penis was inches away and I leant forward and began to lick it, my lips eventually closing around his foreskin and then I took in his full length. This was wonderful for me, I hadn't done this for so long... He was breathing heavily and began thrusting into my throat. Not for long. He gasped and I felt a throbbing as he ejaculated into my mouth. He let out a long sigh and his face radiated pleasure. "Oh thank you Mum, thank you so much". I told him he was welcome, but reminded him we must not do this or speak about it to anyone. But since then, I have thought constantly of the encounter. I feel better now I have told you about it...
(In Part 3 Jane and Anna and their sons meet, and... Find out if there are enough views and comments)
2. Anna's Testimony
I'm so glad you were able to talk about this Jane, as I have a similar story to tell. I, too am ashamed but feel a kind of addiction to what I have done. Like you, I am a single mother, my husband died a couple of years ago. We had had a good sex life, quite adventurous and fun, he liked me to dress up in nice lingerie and so on. He had bought a number of sex encyclopedias and some pornographic stuff from shops in Soho, and we enjoyed looking at the pictures together, though they never really showed much, just airbrushed nudes, though they often had stories with descriptions of sex positions, threesomes and so on, fantasies with strippers and prostitutes, group and oral sex and such like. I was always intrigued, but we never did anything with anyone else, even though we fantasised a little about such things. But I was well informed and interested in matters sexual. And being on my own often made me pine for sexual contact.
My son, I'll call him Roy if you don't mind, was what you would call an introvert, a bit like your Joe, Jane. As he reached puberty I knew he was finding it hard to deal with his feelings. And I gradually realised that he was developing an interest in me! At first I just thought he was being more loving to his mother generally, maybe missing his Dad and so on, but I noticed him adjusting himself in his jeans sometimes, then realised he had probably been looking up my skirt! I was turning him on! I tried not to think about it, but increasingly noticed times he was watching me, looking down the front of my dress, or even looking at my underwear – I realised my drawers had been rummaged in, and not well tidied! Of course his hormones would be raging, and he had no outlet for these new feelings – he too was at a boys school and he wasn't the type to have a girlfriend despite me encouraging him – so I was sympathetic, but his attention reminded me of what I too was missing!
One evening we were watching TV together, with him sat next to me on our sofa. I was in my nightie with a dressing gown over that, he in his pyjamas. It was a documentary we were watching I think, and both of were tired but felt we should watch until it finished. At one point I discovered I had fallen asleep and Roy was cuddled up alongside me. So far so acceptable, but then I felt his hand slowly and tentatively sliding up from resting against my hip, towards my bust! He was pretending to be asleep and making it look accidental. What to do? I was frozen. I didn't want to have a row, and I was also intrigued. What would he do? Would he lose his nerve – could I just let him carry on? Well, yes I could. I amazed myself but let him continue his exploration, part of me was amused at his cheek!
So, slowly and gently (probably so as to not wake me! Ha Ha!) his hand went between the opening of my dressing gown. Full marks for his patience as he let it lay there quite a while. Then, the bold move, with a yawn and a crafty stretch he put his palm right over my breast! I looked down at him through my almost closed lids and saw an unmistakeable erection! Not surprising! His hand rested there a while – he'd presumably achieved his aim, now was enjoying it. I felt myself moistening in my knickers. And I felt my nipple hardening. Could he feel it too? I had no bra on, so he must have felt it through the cotton of my nightie. Still feigning sleep he stretched again and his body was almost on top of mine, with his hand still enjoying my bust. I too decided action was needed. I responded in a (hopefully) natural way for a sleeping woman, and turned myself slightly too, which resulted in me lying more comfortably, but with the added benefit of my legs parting and my nightdress and dressing gown riding up.... Benefit for who though? Both of us I suspected with shock. I was feeling aroused and getting wetter between my legs. Roy was obviously aware of the new opportunity now available. Minutes later his hand left my breast and descended over my tummy. He moved his head a little, clearly so he could see what he was doing. Would he let his hand go onto my panty area, or would he lift off and try to pull up my nightie (which didn't have far to go before my knickers would be visible)? I suspect he thought that the former provided more risk of waking me and spoiling the excitement.
He removed his hand from my tummy and I waited in anticipation. Then I felt it, the boy was lifting up my nightie and as he did so the dressing gown opened! He was extremely careful and gentle as he did this, I felt the nightie weight lift of my thighs and slowly be pulled upwards towards my waist! Then, when he had exposed my knickers completely, he just as gently let it drop back on to me. So now my legs were slightly apart, my dressing gown was open and my nightdress was pulled up to my waist and my cotton full-cut but very thin knickers were completely visible. Now his boldness really surprised me. He was obviously convinced I was deeply asleep and he slowly rose from the sofa and knelt alongside it, alongside my waist, alongside my knicker-clad crotch! Now what was he up to? I soon found out. First he got his face really close to my knickers and inhaled, that seemed pretty perverted to me, then with both hands he tentatively got hold of the waist-band of my knickers and began to pull them down! I was staggered. He was trying to see my pubic triangle! Surely he didn't think he could get away with that would he? Anyway he'd never get them all the way down, so my private parts would be safe, but that wasn't the point was it? Should I still pretend to be asleep, or put an end to this now? To my continued shame I only shifted my position a little, making it look normal again. Then I spread my thighs a bit more, ensuring he couldn't remove the knickers.
He was hesitating, probably my last move freaked him out - was I going to wake? But he wasn't deterred. No, seconds later I felt my knickers being pulled down. He pulled them as far as he could, exposing my pubic hair fully, only stopped by the inability to go further. He was taking in the view, his breathing getting quicker. I could feel his body getting hot – unsurprising! Then, and this almost made me jump, his palm was gently placed flat on my lower belly, just above the pubic mound. He was amazingly brave to try this, what was he thinking if I woke up? Then, you guessed it, his palm moved lower, over my pubes, caressing them and delighting in the adventure! And he didn't stop there – his blood must have been up, as he then slipped his hand down into my crotch, under the knicker gusset and over my vagina! First his hand was flat. My vaginal folds were soaking wet so he must have felt the dampness. Then his middle finger dropped further and my outer lips parted under the slight pressure. Now he was fingering my clitoris and I was dripping madly. I groaned with pleasure – I couldn't help it! I started to orgasm - his fingering me, and my need for sex had combined and I'd gone over the edge. I bucked and writhed. I opened my eyes in real shock (not at finding him there after apparently being deeply asleep, but at my own depravity!) and he was startled as I stared at him. His jaw dropped and his mouth opened. "What the hell do you think you're up to?" I said. He couldn't speak. I covered myself up and got off the sofa. He was bright red looking completely ashamed. He said he didn't know what came over him, he wasn't able to resist the temptation and he was really sorry.
Its totally inappropriate to do that with your mother I told him. What did he have to say for himself? Then it all poured out – he'd been having naughty dreams, he was frustrated. He couldn't control his thoughts. He'd been so excited by my body next to him and my warmth and female shape and everything, he had just started to feel me then got carried away. He couldn't believe it was happening either! He was amazed I didn't wake up. He was just so extremely excited he couldn't stop himself, and now he felt really strange, he'd been so very very turned on, he'd never felt anything like it before, it was as if all his dreams had come true and now he felt empty and ashamed and dirty and... I cut him short. I told him he mustn't feel bad about having a sex drive, just that his mother wasn't the right way to get satisfaction. I told him I was pleased he found me, and my body, attractive though. I began to feel sorry for him. I'd had pleasure at his fingers and now he was left unfulfilled. I called him over. I sat down on the sofa in front of him and touched the front of his pyjamas. "Did that get very hard?" I asked as he looked at me with surprise. "Well, I suppose I could do something about that, at least so you don't go to bed frustrated..." Then, to both of our amazement, I pulled down the pyjamas and held his penis, which was a decent size and rapidly becoming hard. "This is a secret between us, I am not having sex with you, that would be very wrong, but I can give you relief. We must NOT do anything like this again, understand?" He nodded.
His erection grew under my hand as I gently rubbed the shaft. He put a hand down into my nightie and began fondling my bust, a faraway look in his eyes. My nipples hardened. Once again I was in a different zone. The head of his penis was inches away and I leant forward and began to lick it, my lips eventually closing around his foreskin and then I took in his full length. This was wonderful for me, I hadn't done this for so long... He was breathing heavily and began thrusting into my throat. Not for long. He gasped and I felt a throbbing as he ejaculated into my mouth. He let out a long sigh and his face radiated pleasure. "Oh thank you Mum, thank you so much". I told him he was welcome, but reminded him we must not do this or speak about it to anyone. But since then, I have thought constantly of the encounter. I feel better now I have told you about it...
(In Part 3 Jane and Anna and their sons meet, and... Find out if there are enough views and comments)
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