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269 A boy`s dream comes true
Its 1962, I was 15, hormones raging, tall willowy, (that’s beanpole skinny but put nicely). I`m at a boys school so girl contact limited, and I can`t get a girl cos I am shy, but sexually eager to learn, doing the usual boyish things, looking at girly magazines, (when of course I can get hold of them) wanking at the drop of a hat, tending to watch, (read that as spy on) female family members, crush on female cousins, though they are all older than me, fantasise about Aunts, Neighbours, and as all boys do my Mother, the one woman in the world a boy feels safe with, knows she understands him though of course that’s not going to happen but in a lads fantasy…
The policeman arrived at our door at 5 one Tuesday evening, dad on his way home had had an accident on his old Enfield motorcycle and was in the local hospital, the bike was in care of a house on the sea front, and they would like it collected please ASP and dad was seriously injured though it wasn’t life threatening in the local hospital
Mum sent me with my mate toby`s help to collect the damaged bike with instructions to wheel it home, then to come to the hospital on my trusty bicycle. The bike when I collected it had a leaking fuel tank with a hole puncturing top and bottom of the tank and a spike protruding through the tank top the seat front, blood on the seat said it was an injury to the crutch. Toby and I pushed that little bike home, where we put it into the garden shed, its usual location. Toby went home, and I leapt on my bike and pedalling furiously was soon at the hospital. I found my very distressed mother on Florence Nightingale ward, father in surgery, though she had seen him before hand on a gurney, pale and out of it on pain killers.
After a long while, well just after midnight actually, a doctor pulled mother to one side and told her that the spike had removed father`s genitals, and had pierced his bowel, though the surgeon had sorted that, and he would recover though he would need some time to recover, but he would never be the same man again. They suggested we go home as nothing could be done that night, which we did.
Weeks past, dad finally came home and convalescing for a few weeks before restarting work as a driver of a van delivering building and plumbing parts, mostly small items luckily.
In all outward respects he was the same old dad, still capable of a day`s work and looking fit if a little older.
Each day he rode that newly re tanked bike the 7 miles to work each day, we, living in the sticks with an old detached cottage on the edge of a hamlet of six houses, outside town
However, in reality he now pissed through a pipe, had a scar where his tool and balls were no more, and I think crapping was a trial though it was never mentioned.
Now I`m not saying my dad was a sexual god or anything, but like all men, even to a leg-over once a week merchant sex is an important event, and sadly that was not going to happen ever again, and I think with hindsight he felt it badly.
Mother was a pretty lady, nice body, blonde, 5ft 8” tall not overweight and just 39 at the time, so I could see that he would be less than happy at the situation, their sex life being over, especially as they both believed in the importance of trust, and the vows of marriage,
Dad though must have thought about it and after tea one evening, when they thought I was out of earshot, dad told mum that he would understand if she wanted to take a lover or wanted to leave him!
She refused saying “he had fingers didn’t he and a tongue, and if that wasn’t enough she would have to do something else, and though she did miss sex, quite badly as it happened they were a married couple and their vows said `till death do us part’, not just `till he became a eunuch!”
Now, that may have satisfied the worries of a man that feared her leaving, but it must have left a lot to be desired on the sexual front.
The old boy must have had a lot of time thinking about the problem, or what he perceived as his problem and the answer he came up with, made me happy I must say, and may have alleviated mothers problems, but the world may have thought it perhaps unconventional, or i*****l, not that that upset him, “legality” he used to say was” for the guidance of fools!”
It was actually something I did that gave him the idea and it went like this.
Our old cottage was a two-story affair, and had been built before the inventions of bathrooms, an earth closet at the end of the garden being the only facility. Dad had had a new extension built for the new flush toilet, and bathroom, as soon as mains water got to us, the roof was of slopeing corrugated iron, and one section near the top had a section of the new see through plastic roofing, to let in the light to the otherwise dark room. Lacking fore-thought the builder had placed the plastic section nearly under the spare bedroom window, just off to one side, and it meant that by leaning leering lad, leaning out of the said window, could get a glimpse of the occupant of the roll top bath, though they, the bather, their head being under the tin piece of the roof, could not see whoever was leaning out. The drawback being it was the room that visitors used but as they were usually the unsuspecting bather it wasn’t a huge problem!!!
I being a keen young man was quick to capitalise on that and so far, had caught good glimpses of my visiting Aunt and one of my cousins who was the best so far at 22!
Mother decided to bathe one evening, so being me, I leant out to spy on her, and sadly leant too far out, slipped crashing onto the sloping tin roof, rolling till landing feet-first on the soft grass lawn, luckily no bones broken the final fall only being a few feet, but landing at father`s feet as he stood having a quiet pipe, stood at the back door. I expected ructions!
He helped me up looked up and immediately realised what I had been at! Surprisingly he didn’t lose his temper, or send me to bed, or whatever, grinning then sitting me in the kitchen and asking quietly “if I had seen whatever I was looking at, and if I had a thing about my mother?”
Dad and I had always had been able to talk about anything, we tended to be on very good terms, but well sex was something that had not come up before puberty and now, since his accident had been a subject I had avoided with him, not wishing to upset his applecart, as we say here in Kent.
Anyway, the upshot was that I when he asked, admitted that I was a virgin, that I knew little about the ways of the world or women, that I was curious, and had never seen a real naked woman, other than the glimpse I had had when passing the glazed portion of the bathroom roof just now! (I didn’t mention my Aunt or cousin! I thought it may have muddied the water…) he asked about my sex education, at school, which in the 1960`s was the biggest non-happening since the Chamberlin peace in our time paper!
He apologised sincerely about not having told me chapter and verse on the subject having in his words “not had his mind on my sex-life of late!”
Look he said he would “chat to mother about the subject, now off you go to bed and don’t be a pillock and lean out so far another time!”
Nothing was said for a few days, then on the Friday evening, after tea, we were sat in the garden at the table, mother indoors doing the washing up, when he suddenly said ”he had thought a lot about what we talked about the other day and he had, come to the conclusion that we could turn a disaster into a triumph and that I could do him a real favour, and as long as I didn’t go blabbing about it as it was i*****l, I could help him and mother out big time!”
He had my interest, but my blushes as well, as my mind did cartwheels! Though I promised never to say a word outside the three of us, (which until now long after both their deaths I have done!)
Dad now said, “look I have not got the kit to look after a woman properly nowadays, though my mind still has its own needs, I can`t get the job done anymore, my wife is a youngish woman and she must miss a man looking to her needs, and she don’t want to stray its not in her nature. So now I am happy to allow you to share her, learn on her, and stand in for me where I can`t,”
He drew breath giving me chance to soak up the information, then adding, “it`s your birthday next week, and you will be barely legal, but I shall give you the best present you have ever had, or perhaps ever will.” I nodded, and he went on. “So, till then not a word to her, and read this book I`ve got out of the library for you.!”
I thanked him, took the book and stowed it in my room, it was an illustrated medical type book, and the parts of the female body were itemised, labelled, and were very open and explanatory. Naturally it heightened the sexual tension and lengthened the time till I was going to receive my promised present. Oh and I didn’t say a word to mum, but, I suspect she could feel my eyes burning into her as I surveyed her intensely, whenever we were together.
My birthday was on the Thursday, and on the Tuesday evening before, as he and I sat by the fire, mother being at a friend`s house, my old dad asked me if I had “absorbed the information he had got me!” I said I had and he said that “there was more and that “there was various fetishes folks enjoyed, some liked women`s feet, others for some reason piddling on their partners, wearing leather, sniffing used panties, fat girls, thin girls, young girls, old women, domination, humiliation giving and receiving pain, being tied up, it was all to do with the game of sex and that one man`s meat was another`s poison!
He explained that he and mum had been into bondage, tying up my Mum, and taking away her ability to do or control anything, it was a power thing, a control thing, in her case the turn on was being taken, used, controlled!
I of course had no idea this had been going on, my room being at the other end of the cottage, and at that time things like bondage would never have been mentioned or even hinted at in polite company so my jaw dropped open with surprise.
Just then we heard mother returning so with a signal from dad of a finger to the lip the subject was dropped.
I looked at mom in a very different light now and with some difficulty I avoided the subject, (though I later was told that mum knew from the Sunday before what was planned as a birthday present for me and thought that my careful cover up was a hoot!)
I took myself off to my bed early, and on the Wednesday, I spent a day at college, distracted to say the least,
Toby appeared after tea leaving me a parcel, small and hefty, and staying quite a while which helped pass away the evening well.
Mother kept a straight face and a low profile all evening. Toby leaving taking with him a note telling the school I was `being taken out for the day on Thursday and wouldn’t be in!’ which alone was a present it being double maths, double English, and games none of which I enjoyed and was more than happy to miss!
After he left Dad said he would call me for my birthday and off I toddled to bed, expecting him to call me before leaving for work. After yet another read of the book, I lay unable to sleep till a few minutes to midnight when dad appeared.
With a grin he said “Happy birthday lad, your presents are assembled in the lounge, naturally I galloped down the stairs, to the lounge, and there was a stack of parcels, odd things from family and friends, from my Aunty Melony, binoculars,(was that Freudian way of saying she knew I spied on her?) from a cousin a compass, from another Aunt and Uncle a season ticket to the swim-pool, Toby had got me a swiss army knife, a neighbour a big box of sweets, and from mum an instant camera, and some of those self- developing films, that were once so popular, it was the sort of stuff of the age, much appreciated, but not what I had in the front of my mind. Dad had sat watching then he said my big parcel is on the kitchen table, enjoy it and be gentle with it oh and try out your new camera. Then he toddled off to his bed, having to go to work next day as usual, and I suspect so as not to spoil our moment.
Like a shot I went into the kitchen, laying on the table was a giant paper parcel, tied with a big pink bow. I stood, set a film into the new camera and took a shot, before I tore off the bow, ripped off the paper at the top of her upper body, me laughing, as it revealed my dear mother her body naked as the day she was born laying on her back, her hands tied together in front of her, a hood covering her head and blushes.
WOW, she lay quietly chuckling to herself in a strangely muffled way, knowing me so well, knowing, though she couldn’t see me, that I would be stood open mouthed, overwhelmed, she had left me a note pinned to the hood, it was brief and to the point, it said;
A VERY HAPPY BITHDAY SON.
I AM YOURS, FOR 12 HOURS, AS FATHER HAS DECIDED TO SHARE ME WITH YOU, I AM GAGGED AND HOODED, INITIALLY JUST FOR THIS FIRST TIME AND WE SHALL SEE IF THIS WILL EVER HAPPEN AGAIN.
TODAY YOU MAY DO JUST AS YOU HAVE ALWAYS FANTASISED TO ME WITH ME (yes I did know) AND
PLEASE BE GENTLE, AND REMEMBER EVEN PETS NEEED FOOD, DRINKS, AND TOILETING.
There was a line of kisses and it was signed MUM
What a present! I stood in the heat of that old kitchen with this lovely body lay like a sacrifice on our kitchen altar.
My hands as if under auto-power, gently touched the forbidden land, her breast, those jelly like fun-bags that were topped by those stiff nipples, the forbidden land of the past, now mine… the feelings sublime, beyond my wildest dreams, but scary!
I leant forward my lips finding that wonderful rubbery teat, teeth rapidly testing the soft nub, my lips grazing the brown areola, raising her breathing to the next level, the black hood swelling and narrowing in time with the breaths.
I licked, I sucked, I chewed, like a k** in a sweet shop, never once daring to move from that glorious nipple as if, if I did, it would vanish like a mirage. That nipple began to redden, I`m sure it became sore, uncomfortable, but she didn’t even flinch or retreat, she just excepted it as being what I wanted to do.
Suddenly I realised that she wouldn`t vanish in a puff of smoke and, she was real… mine…so I changed nipple, . she raised her arms above her head, still secured at the wrists, moving them from hindering my progress, an open invitation so my arm slid down her belly, pushing and ripping the paper from her lower body till it found her pubic tangle, and as if it was electrified it retreated once more the old taboos overcoming common sense,
It took a lot of will power to leave the teat and begin to kiss my way down her pale but lovely body. Again, I encountered the pubic hair, left as was the style of the day to grow wild.
That perfume I can still bring to mind, a feminine, aroma of a woman`s wet sex that is as individual as a fingerprint, a mix of damp sexual secretions, perspiration and perhaps a tiny hint of urine, that most heady of cocktail`s that I knew was my mother`s own, having sniffed the crutch of her used panties many times.
My hand explored her legs, smooth soft solid muscled working legs, no showgirl my mum, but a solid reliable working woman, well-shaped but capable of a good day`s, standing and working at the little grocers shop she did two days a week in.
My hand slid upward, and her breath as I got nearer the damp crux of her woman-hood. My eyes closed as my fingers found the deep crinkly labia, damp now as my fingertip slid the length of first one and then the other lip.
Her breathing the only demonstration of her enjoyment, heavy now her nose whistling slightly as the only air passage, her mouth she had said was gagged.
My finger found the wet and smooth hood, protecting her clitorise, soft though rigid, the nerve centre, the book had said so.
My finger moved on, finding that wet and slippery tunnel, slipping into her body like a spoon through jelly on a c***d`s party table. My small finger felt loose inside her, so I added a second, then a third, her voice, such as it was with hood and gag, moaning, she was loving the attention, my little finger folded inwards and again my hand slid into her right up to my thumb I wiggled my now soaking fingers and she gasped, her hips rising involuntarily against both my hand and my tongue, as we began a rhythm, slight at first rising in tempo till the hand was ramming itself into her body in a hard but slippery dance, that had my tool spewing cum into my PJ` and her breath at a new level telling me she was having some sort of episode, perhaps the smallest of those `orgasm things’ that the book had described.
I had expected to know when that would happen, by her breathing and her rolling eyes, her stiff erect nipples and perhaps a flushed face, however the nipples had been erect since I had first seen them, her breathing yes that was harder, but with that hood and gag …. Dare I remove the hood, would she be very embarrassed, something I didn’t want to do and ruin the moment, but I knew in that silky hood it must be hot and stuffy, and I was desperate to kiss this special lady in my life, let her know I was oh so thankful.
I resolved to remove the hood and then the gag. The hood a silky black bag was tied at the neck, my fingers eager to release the simple knot.
The now loose hood slithered upwards, her blushing face revealed her eyes tight shut as she avoided my own. The gag tight, knotted firmly behind her head, which she eased forward to allow me to release the cloth strip, holding a light pair of her rolled up knickers tight in her mouth, I removed them for her.
She worked her jaws, removing the stiffness, her eyes open now, dark pools of brown caring, love. Expectant soft, gentle and questioning.
It was a 16year and one-hour old lad, that kissed his mother not as a son but as a would-be lover. It was Magic!
She went to speak but I put my finger to her lips, and whispered, “don’t spoil it, I can`t thank you enough for this, but I want to watch you have orgasm after orgasm, and then, and only when you are ready, I want you to beg me to have you, it`s always been my fantasy forever!”
She nodded, then whispered, “OK” and then added “I am still on the pill, I am safe”
It had not even crossed my mind, I had been so self-indulgent, I had not given her fertility a thought, I felt a little shaken, embarrassed even, it was not like me!
I took another picture then I began again, thumb tucked in this time, fisting, though I had no idea what it was called, she grunted as the slippery hand intruded in her body, then to a rhythm I began thrusting in and out, something in my tiny mind saying, well if a baby can get out of there, my fist is not going to hurt is it, she asked me to “ram it in harder” then please harder,
Suddenly all the book had said happened at once, her breathing increased, eyes rolling, face flushed, eyes rolling, legs twitching in spasm! It was as jaw dropping, her legs clamped tight round my wrist I stopped, she lay getting things back to normal.
I began again after a moment or two,
and within seconds she was back at the top, eyes rolling, gasping and legs clamping my wrist fiercely.
This feeling of power had me in its grip too, the second she relaxed, my hand was exploring again, and a third time she went through the motions of a massive orgasm. This time I was ahead of the game and withdrew my hand as she began to squeeze. She lay exhausted, collapsed, muttering “Wow”
Then in a whisper she said, “god your good at that!” then said in a low voice, “please son, have me now if you are going to, because I won`t be able to last all night at that rate lad,”
That was music to my ears, I had waited years to hear those words and I quickly grasped her ankles and slid her to the edge, of the table end. Raising her leg`s I found she was just at the perfect height for me. my dick, stiff as it was slid into her and she, my beloved mother was wet and ready as I began to work myself in and out, in an instinctive way. I cant describe the next few moments, sublime… magic… out of this world…none come near describing this wonderful, soft warm wet caress of my rigid tool. Then I began to fill her, and that was even more fantastic feeling.
Mum was gasping and clenching, oh it was just too good. we collapsed together, lips welded to one another, and we were closer now than we had ever been.
My tool shrank, we separated, I released her hands and switching out the kitchen light we staggered on jelly legs up the rickety stairs.
Father was snoring in the spare room, he had made the double bed available for us, we lay together, arms entwined, she pulled up the warm blanket and we slept, oh how we slept.
Dawn and we heard the old bike kick up, dad left for work, I checked the clock, then fetched tea, by my return she was out of bed and beginning to dress. I reminded her I still had five more hours, and she replied did I not have enough last night… my wide grin said it all, so she said she needed to pee, I stood took her hand and led her, clad only in a thin pair of knickers down through the house, and into the bathroom. Here I made her remove the knickers, and, while sitting on the toilet, kiss me as I, trailing my fingers in her stream, warm and wet, played with her clitorise.
Once she had finished, she took my own outlet in hand and telling me to “let go!” she directed my stream on to her own chest, then to my total amazement, into her own mouth, swallowing it like nectar. I rapidly stiffened, my stream dried, and she took me deep into her mouth, I lasted just a dozen thrusts.
Seed filled her waiting mouth and with a smile she swallowed the whole mouthful, with a broad smile. Then and there I knew I would not have to worry about this fantasy ending at 12!
Its 1962, I was 15, hormones raging, tall willowy, (that’s beanpole skinny but put nicely). I`m at a boys school so girl contact limited, and I can`t get a girl cos I am shy, but sexually eager to learn, doing the usual boyish things, looking at girly magazines, (when of course I can get hold of them) wanking at the drop of a hat, tending to watch, (read that as spy on) female family members, crush on female cousins, though they are all older than me, fantasise about Aunts, Neighbours, and as all boys do my Mother, the one woman in the world a boy feels safe with, knows she understands him though of course that’s not going to happen but in a lads fantasy…
The policeman arrived at our door at 5 one Tuesday evening, dad on his way home had had an accident on his old Enfield motorcycle and was in the local hospital, the bike was in care of a house on the sea front, and they would like it collected please ASP and dad was seriously injured though it wasn’t life threatening in the local hospital
Mum sent me with my mate toby`s help to collect the damaged bike with instructions to wheel it home, then to come to the hospital on my trusty bicycle. The bike when I collected it had a leaking fuel tank with a hole puncturing top and bottom of the tank and a spike protruding through the tank top the seat front, blood on the seat said it was an injury to the crutch. Toby and I pushed that little bike home, where we put it into the garden shed, its usual location. Toby went home, and I leapt on my bike and pedalling furiously was soon at the hospital. I found my very distressed mother on Florence Nightingale ward, father in surgery, though she had seen him before hand on a gurney, pale and out of it on pain killers.
After a long while, well just after midnight actually, a doctor pulled mother to one side and told her that the spike had removed father`s genitals, and had pierced his bowel, though the surgeon had sorted that, and he would recover though he would need some time to recover, but he would never be the same man again. They suggested we go home as nothing could be done that night, which we did.
Weeks past, dad finally came home and convalescing for a few weeks before restarting work as a driver of a van delivering building and plumbing parts, mostly small items luckily.
In all outward respects he was the same old dad, still capable of a day`s work and looking fit if a little older.
Each day he rode that newly re tanked bike the 7 miles to work each day, we, living in the sticks with an old detached cottage on the edge of a hamlet of six houses, outside town
However, in reality he now pissed through a pipe, had a scar where his tool and balls were no more, and I think crapping was a trial though it was never mentioned.
Now I`m not saying my dad was a sexual god or anything, but like all men, even to a leg-over once a week merchant sex is an important event, and sadly that was not going to happen ever again, and I think with hindsight he felt it badly.
Mother was a pretty lady, nice body, blonde, 5ft 8” tall not overweight and just 39 at the time, so I could see that he would be less than happy at the situation, their sex life being over, especially as they both believed in the importance of trust, and the vows of marriage,
Dad though must have thought about it and after tea one evening, when they thought I was out of earshot, dad told mum that he would understand if she wanted to take a lover or wanted to leave him!
She refused saying “he had fingers didn’t he and a tongue, and if that wasn’t enough she would have to do something else, and though she did miss sex, quite badly as it happened they were a married couple and their vows said `till death do us part’, not just `till he became a eunuch!”
Now, that may have satisfied the worries of a man that feared her leaving, but it must have left a lot to be desired on the sexual front.
The old boy must have had a lot of time thinking about the problem, or what he perceived as his problem and the answer he came up with, made me happy I must say, and may have alleviated mothers problems, but the world may have thought it perhaps unconventional, or i*****l, not that that upset him, “legality” he used to say was” for the guidance of fools!”
It was actually something I did that gave him the idea and it went like this.
Our old cottage was a two-story affair, and had been built before the inventions of bathrooms, an earth closet at the end of the garden being the only facility. Dad had had a new extension built for the new flush toilet, and bathroom, as soon as mains water got to us, the roof was of slopeing corrugated iron, and one section near the top had a section of the new see through plastic roofing, to let in the light to the otherwise dark room. Lacking fore-thought the builder had placed the plastic section nearly under the spare bedroom window, just off to one side, and it meant that by leaning leering lad, leaning out of the said window, could get a glimpse of the occupant of the roll top bath, though they, the bather, their head being under the tin piece of the roof, could not see whoever was leaning out. The drawback being it was the room that visitors used but as they were usually the unsuspecting bather it wasn’t a huge problem!!!
I being a keen young man was quick to capitalise on that and so far, had caught good glimpses of my visiting Aunt and one of my cousins who was the best so far at 22!
Mother decided to bathe one evening, so being me, I leant out to spy on her, and sadly leant too far out, slipped crashing onto the sloping tin roof, rolling till landing feet-first on the soft grass lawn, luckily no bones broken the final fall only being a few feet, but landing at father`s feet as he stood having a quiet pipe, stood at the back door. I expected ructions!
He helped me up looked up and immediately realised what I had been at! Surprisingly he didn’t lose his temper, or send me to bed, or whatever, grinning then sitting me in the kitchen and asking quietly “if I had seen whatever I was looking at, and if I had a thing about my mother?”
Dad and I had always had been able to talk about anything, we tended to be on very good terms, but well sex was something that had not come up before puberty and now, since his accident had been a subject I had avoided with him, not wishing to upset his applecart, as we say here in Kent.
Anyway, the upshot was that I when he asked, admitted that I was a virgin, that I knew little about the ways of the world or women, that I was curious, and had never seen a real naked woman, other than the glimpse I had had when passing the glazed portion of the bathroom roof just now! (I didn’t mention my Aunt or cousin! I thought it may have muddied the water…) he asked about my sex education, at school, which in the 1960`s was the biggest non-happening since the Chamberlin peace in our time paper!
He apologised sincerely about not having told me chapter and verse on the subject having in his words “not had his mind on my sex-life of late!”
Look he said he would “chat to mother about the subject, now off you go to bed and don’t be a pillock and lean out so far another time!”
Nothing was said for a few days, then on the Friday evening, after tea, we were sat in the garden at the table, mother indoors doing the washing up, when he suddenly said ”he had thought a lot about what we talked about the other day and he had, come to the conclusion that we could turn a disaster into a triumph and that I could do him a real favour, and as long as I didn’t go blabbing about it as it was i*****l, I could help him and mother out big time!”
He had my interest, but my blushes as well, as my mind did cartwheels! Though I promised never to say a word outside the three of us, (which until now long after both their deaths I have done!)
Dad now said, “look I have not got the kit to look after a woman properly nowadays, though my mind still has its own needs, I can`t get the job done anymore, my wife is a youngish woman and she must miss a man looking to her needs, and she don’t want to stray its not in her nature. So now I am happy to allow you to share her, learn on her, and stand in for me where I can`t,”
He drew breath giving me chance to soak up the information, then adding, “it`s your birthday next week, and you will be barely legal, but I shall give you the best present you have ever had, or perhaps ever will.” I nodded, and he went on. “So, till then not a word to her, and read this book I`ve got out of the library for you.!”
I thanked him, took the book and stowed it in my room, it was an illustrated medical type book, and the parts of the female body were itemised, labelled, and were very open and explanatory. Naturally it heightened the sexual tension and lengthened the time till I was going to receive my promised present. Oh and I didn’t say a word to mum, but, I suspect she could feel my eyes burning into her as I surveyed her intensely, whenever we were together.
My birthday was on the Thursday, and on the Tuesday evening before, as he and I sat by the fire, mother being at a friend`s house, my old dad asked me if I had “absorbed the information he had got me!” I said I had and he said that “there was more and that “there was various fetishes folks enjoyed, some liked women`s feet, others for some reason piddling on their partners, wearing leather, sniffing used panties, fat girls, thin girls, young girls, old women, domination, humiliation giving and receiving pain, being tied up, it was all to do with the game of sex and that one man`s meat was another`s poison!
He explained that he and mum had been into bondage, tying up my Mum, and taking away her ability to do or control anything, it was a power thing, a control thing, in her case the turn on was being taken, used, controlled!
I of course had no idea this had been going on, my room being at the other end of the cottage, and at that time things like bondage would never have been mentioned or even hinted at in polite company so my jaw dropped open with surprise.
Just then we heard mother returning so with a signal from dad of a finger to the lip the subject was dropped.
I looked at mom in a very different light now and with some difficulty I avoided the subject, (though I later was told that mum knew from the Sunday before what was planned as a birthday present for me and thought that my careful cover up was a hoot!)
I took myself off to my bed early, and on the Wednesday, I spent a day at college, distracted to say the least,
Toby appeared after tea leaving me a parcel, small and hefty, and staying quite a while which helped pass away the evening well.
Mother kept a straight face and a low profile all evening. Toby leaving taking with him a note telling the school I was `being taken out for the day on Thursday and wouldn’t be in!’ which alone was a present it being double maths, double English, and games none of which I enjoyed and was more than happy to miss!
After he left Dad said he would call me for my birthday and off I toddled to bed, expecting him to call me before leaving for work. After yet another read of the book, I lay unable to sleep till a few minutes to midnight when dad appeared.
With a grin he said “Happy birthday lad, your presents are assembled in the lounge, naturally I galloped down the stairs, to the lounge, and there was a stack of parcels, odd things from family and friends, from my Aunty Melony, binoculars,(was that Freudian way of saying she knew I spied on her?) from a cousin a compass, from another Aunt and Uncle a season ticket to the swim-pool, Toby had got me a swiss army knife, a neighbour a big box of sweets, and from mum an instant camera, and some of those self- developing films, that were once so popular, it was the sort of stuff of the age, much appreciated, but not what I had in the front of my mind. Dad had sat watching then he said my big parcel is on the kitchen table, enjoy it and be gentle with it oh and try out your new camera. Then he toddled off to his bed, having to go to work next day as usual, and I suspect so as not to spoil our moment.
Like a shot I went into the kitchen, laying on the table was a giant paper parcel, tied with a big pink bow. I stood, set a film into the new camera and took a shot, before I tore off the bow, ripped off the paper at the top of her upper body, me laughing, as it revealed my dear mother her body naked as the day she was born laying on her back, her hands tied together in front of her, a hood covering her head and blushes.
WOW, she lay quietly chuckling to herself in a strangely muffled way, knowing me so well, knowing, though she couldn’t see me, that I would be stood open mouthed, overwhelmed, she had left me a note pinned to the hood, it was brief and to the point, it said;
A VERY HAPPY BITHDAY SON.
I AM YOURS, FOR 12 HOURS, AS FATHER HAS DECIDED TO SHARE ME WITH YOU, I AM GAGGED AND HOODED, INITIALLY JUST FOR THIS FIRST TIME AND WE SHALL SEE IF THIS WILL EVER HAPPEN AGAIN.
TODAY YOU MAY DO JUST AS YOU HAVE ALWAYS FANTASISED TO ME WITH ME (yes I did know) AND
PLEASE BE GENTLE, AND REMEMBER EVEN PETS NEEED FOOD, DRINKS, AND TOILETING.
There was a line of kisses and it was signed MUM
What a present! I stood in the heat of that old kitchen with this lovely body lay like a sacrifice on our kitchen altar.
My hands as if under auto-power, gently touched the forbidden land, her breast, those jelly like fun-bags that were topped by those stiff nipples, the forbidden land of the past, now mine… the feelings sublime, beyond my wildest dreams, but scary!
I leant forward my lips finding that wonderful rubbery teat, teeth rapidly testing the soft nub, my lips grazing the brown areola, raising her breathing to the next level, the black hood swelling and narrowing in time with the breaths.
I licked, I sucked, I chewed, like a k** in a sweet shop, never once daring to move from that glorious nipple as if, if I did, it would vanish like a mirage. That nipple began to redden, I`m sure it became sore, uncomfortable, but she didn’t even flinch or retreat, she just excepted it as being what I wanted to do.
Suddenly I realised that she wouldn`t vanish in a puff of smoke and, she was real… mine…so I changed nipple, . she raised her arms above her head, still secured at the wrists, moving them from hindering my progress, an open invitation so my arm slid down her belly, pushing and ripping the paper from her lower body till it found her pubic tangle, and as if it was electrified it retreated once more the old taboos overcoming common sense,
It took a lot of will power to leave the teat and begin to kiss my way down her pale but lovely body. Again, I encountered the pubic hair, left as was the style of the day to grow wild.
That perfume I can still bring to mind, a feminine, aroma of a woman`s wet sex that is as individual as a fingerprint, a mix of damp sexual secretions, perspiration and perhaps a tiny hint of urine, that most heady of cocktail`s that I knew was my mother`s own, having sniffed the crutch of her used panties many times.
My hand explored her legs, smooth soft solid muscled working legs, no showgirl my mum, but a solid reliable working woman, well-shaped but capable of a good day`s, standing and working at the little grocers shop she did two days a week in.
My hand slid upward, and her breath as I got nearer the damp crux of her woman-hood. My eyes closed as my fingers found the deep crinkly labia, damp now as my fingertip slid the length of first one and then the other lip.
Her breathing the only demonstration of her enjoyment, heavy now her nose whistling slightly as the only air passage, her mouth she had said was gagged.
My finger found the wet and smooth hood, protecting her clitorise, soft though rigid, the nerve centre, the book had said so.
My finger moved on, finding that wet and slippery tunnel, slipping into her body like a spoon through jelly on a c***d`s party table. My small finger felt loose inside her, so I added a second, then a third, her voice, such as it was with hood and gag, moaning, she was loving the attention, my little finger folded inwards and again my hand slid into her right up to my thumb I wiggled my now soaking fingers and she gasped, her hips rising involuntarily against both my hand and my tongue, as we began a rhythm, slight at first rising in tempo till the hand was ramming itself into her body in a hard but slippery dance, that had my tool spewing cum into my PJ` and her breath at a new level telling me she was having some sort of episode, perhaps the smallest of those `orgasm things’ that the book had described.
I had expected to know when that would happen, by her breathing and her rolling eyes, her stiff erect nipples and perhaps a flushed face, however the nipples had been erect since I had first seen them, her breathing yes that was harder, but with that hood and gag …. Dare I remove the hood, would she be very embarrassed, something I didn’t want to do and ruin the moment, but I knew in that silky hood it must be hot and stuffy, and I was desperate to kiss this special lady in my life, let her know I was oh so thankful.
I resolved to remove the hood and then the gag. The hood a silky black bag was tied at the neck, my fingers eager to release the simple knot.
The now loose hood slithered upwards, her blushing face revealed her eyes tight shut as she avoided my own. The gag tight, knotted firmly behind her head, which she eased forward to allow me to release the cloth strip, holding a light pair of her rolled up knickers tight in her mouth, I removed them for her.
She worked her jaws, removing the stiffness, her eyes open now, dark pools of brown caring, love. Expectant soft, gentle and questioning.
It was a 16year and one-hour old lad, that kissed his mother not as a son but as a would-be lover. It was Magic!
She went to speak but I put my finger to her lips, and whispered, “don’t spoil it, I can`t thank you enough for this, but I want to watch you have orgasm after orgasm, and then, and only when you are ready, I want you to beg me to have you, it`s always been my fantasy forever!”
She nodded, then whispered, “OK” and then added “I am still on the pill, I am safe”
It had not even crossed my mind, I had been so self-indulgent, I had not given her fertility a thought, I felt a little shaken, embarrassed even, it was not like me!
I took another picture then I began again, thumb tucked in this time, fisting, though I had no idea what it was called, she grunted as the slippery hand intruded in her body, then to a rhythm I began thrusting in and out, something in my tiny mind saying, well if a baby can get out of there, my fist is not going to hurt is it, she asked me to “ram it in harder” then please harder,
Suddenly all the book had said happened at once, her breathing increased, eyes rolling, face flushed, eyes rolling, legs twitching in spasm! It was as jaw dropping, her legs clamped tight round my wrist I stopped, she lay getting things back to normal.
I began again after a moment or two,
and within seconds she was back at the top, eyes rolling, gasping and legs clamping my wrist fiercely.
This feeling of power had me in its grip too, the second she relaxed, my hand was exploring again, and a third time she went through the motions of a massive orgasm. This time I was ahead of the game and withdrew my hand as she began to squeeze. She lay exhausted, collapsed, muttering “Wow”
Then in a whisper she said, “god your good at that!” then said in a low voice, “please son, have me now if you are going to, because I won`t be able to last all night at that rate lad,”
That was music to my ears, I had waited years to hear those words and I quickly grasped her ankles and slid her to the edge, of the table end. Raising her leg`s I found she was just at the perfect height for me. my dick, stiff as it was slid into her and she, my beloved mother was wet and ready as I began to work myself in and out, in an instinctive way. I cant describe the next few moments, sublime… magic… out of this world…none come near describing this wonderful, soft warm wet caress of my rigid tool. Then I began to fill her, and that was even more fantastic feeling.
Mum was gasping and clenching, oh it was just too good. we collapsed together, lips welded to one another, and we were closer now than we had ever been.
My tool shrank, we separated, I released her hands and switching out the kitchen light we staggered on jelly legs up the rickety stairs.
Father was snoring in the spare room, he had made the double bed available for us, we lay together, arms entwined, she pulled up the warm blanket and we slept, oh how we slept.
Dawn and we heard the old bike kick up, dad left for work, I checked the clock, then fetched tea, by my return she was out of bed and beginning to dress. I reminded her I still had five more hours, and she replied did I not have enough last night… my wide grin said it all, so she said she needed to pee, I stood took her hand and led her, clad only in a thin pair of knickers down through the house, and into the bathroom. Here I made her remove the knickers, and, while sitting on the toilet, kiss me as I, trailing my fingers in her stream, warm and wet, played with her clitorise.
Once she had finished, she took my own outlet in hand and telling me to “let go!” she directed my stream on to her own chest, then to my total amazement, into her own mouth, swallowing it like nectar. I rapidly stiffened, my stream dried, and she took me deep into her mouth, I lasted just a dozen thrusts.
Seed filled her waiting mouth and with a smile she swallowed the whole mouthful, with a broad smile. Then and there I knew I would not have to worry about this fantasy ending at 12!
Angelica
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