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4 A mum teaches
My mum, was the typically English matronly lady, at the time she was fortyish, medium height, perhaps a pound or two overweight, shapely but smackable bum, tits large but not huge and beginning to head south, surprisingly shapely legs, brown hair, blue eyes and a smile that lit up a dull day.
She was every lad of 15`s wet dream, and she was now mine, not my dream, but my conquest, my sexual partner and it came about some days after my 15th birthday.
Better than that, my old dad knew so we didn’t have to be secretive and he approves as long as he still gets his weekly ration in the same old way and we didn’t rub his nose in it!
Let me explain; I am Peter, I was as I said just 15 and what was termed a bean-pole, six feet and an inch tall, thin as a whippet at 7 stone wringing wet, a ‘B` stream boy academically, a keen swimmer who hated ball games and sports generally but who started getting ‘interested in girls’ at 13 however was so terribly shy that I had had no sexual experience of the female gender except from the usual sources of magazines and the like.
In this modern age of advancement and technology, now rationing had finished (and believe me that was a pain in the arse for a k** with a love of sweets like me) we have advanced things like the TV, my dad saved up for ours and it`s got all sorts of gadgets inside that got us 3 yes, three channels! So I could watch such lovely women as that Honour Blackman and Cilla Black, without having to embarrass myself saying the wrong thing in conversation or becoming tongue tied as I was prone to doing in real life.
We actually watched the coronation the year before and were the talk of the street having ‘the box’ and inviting in the neighbour`s to watch!
Anyway back to the story, we lived in a row of terraced two up and two down houses, in the back streets of a seaside town, we had an inside toilet, unusual in the area, a bathroom with hot water, tacked on to a tiny kitchen, and a tiny back yard with a shed for dad to potter in, (his hobby for some years was building bird boxes, wooden toys and the like, to supplement his meagre income as a bakers roundsman.)
That bathroom, as there is just the one loo in the house was to be the key to my suddenly finding my sexual feet and opening up our miserable lives!
Unbeknown to me my father, when it came to the taboo subject of sex, was a strictly once a week on a Saturday night quick missionary job, then roll off regardless of mums needs, duty done for another week type man, despite mums best efforts to educate him and open up his tight little sexual world.
Not that it was his fault it was the times they lived in, the war had taken the best years of his life away and his parents had been strict, straight laced people that felt sex was for the creation of life and nothing more, there being little joy in my grand-fathers house believe me.
Anyway my mum came from another world, she had parents that were enlightened and enjoyed life, they talked to their c***dren, sex was a matter of enjoying one another and they believed in sharing, I later found out that in fact it was her dad that shared her and her sister`s virginity`s at a tender age explaining everything as he did the deed and with her mum there to allay her fears!
Things for mum must have been miserable on that front, there was a framework of deep love, he kept her and his only son (me) in the best style he could, he worked hard and in all other respects was a model husband, he just could not bring himself to let go sexually to my mother’s frustration.
Mum could not have any more c***dren having had problems in my c***dbirth, so if she had strayed from the marital bed there was no risk of ‘mistakes’, if she did or not we shall never now know, but knowing her she would have felt that that would have been a violation of their marriage vows.
She did however feel that c***dren should be properly educated in school and sex, so she must have felt justified in educating her only son.
Having rambled over our family background, perhaps the bit you are interested in starts here.
My 15th birthday was a landmark; I was presented with a camera, but roll film and developer sensors excluded any sexual use. However it allowed me to take a flattering shot or two of mum in the yard, slipping in a flattering comment about her figure and legs during the take. It did not go unnoticed. She looked at me as her sexual saviour though I did not know it then
Dad as usual was off to work on the Monday and I was on summer holiday break and it was raining heavily putting pay to the Monday laundry ritual or my mate Tommy and I going for a swim.
Her housework done Mum was at a loose end after dinner and decided she would have a bath. Normally in our house it was deemed good manners to enquire if anyone needs the toilet before you took a bath, to prevent someone desperate to use that facility having to disturb the bather.
Unbeknown to me it was all part of her plan.
Today at dinner I had been given a pint glass of my favourite ginger beer with my sandwiches, (we ate our cooked meal in the evening when we could all sit down together) mum quietly went off for her bath while I was reading in my room and she said nothing so I didn`t notice.
The inevitable happened and I had the urge to pee, the bathroom door was unlocked so in I toddled, to find mother sitting up in the hot water her tits on full show.
Naturally I was embarrassed, though I was quick to take a good look like most lads would, apologising I went to turn and leave but she gently said that as I was there and had had a good gawp I had better do what I had come for as it was her fault for not locking the door.
Desperate to empty my bladder, I rather red faced turned to the toilet and aimed at the bowl, however things had stiffened and I stood like a statue, tool in hand and could pass not a drop.
Moments passed and the voice said “oh dear I take it my top being in sight is just too much for you is it?”
I mumbled that it was the first time I had ever seen a real ladies chest uncovered and she smiled and said that she understood, and that she had never seen such a fine stiffy on a boy, (no doubt a lie to boost my morale as mine was very average for my age,) I still stood facing the WC desperately wondering how to relive the stiffness and the needs of my bladder.
She said she knew what was wrong and that I was to take all my clothes off and sit on the loo, I was naked and seated in a flash, she then told me to recite a poem but to look at the ceiling while I did, I struggled with that blessed poem and it took my mind away just enough that after a moment or two that I began to piss and relive the pressure on my bladder
Total relief; however the poem and the piss over, here I was naked with my mother also still naked and in view only 3 feet away so stiffness returned with a vengeance.
Her gentle voice asked if that was better, which I agreed it was. At this point I was near to grabbing my clothes and scampering away,
But she gently said for me to stay and talk as we seldom talked and I had seen her now so it was not going to change things me scampering away, (the fact I was itching to take myself in hand crossed my mind but I wanted to see where this would lead) I settled back on the loo seat hands in lap as she asked “as I had said ‘I had never seen a real ladies chest’, did that mean I had seen ladies in books then?”
Busted! ...Still with my eyes averted I hesitated before telling her that one of the other lads at school had had a copy of health and fitness, and that we had looked at that.
She said that was perfectly natural and asked me if I really wanted to see ladies with no clothes?
To which I said with some enthusiasm that of course I did, adding that there had been no chances of doing so though I had tried with my pal Tommy at the swim baths and the beach with only limited results.
She said that was very wrong and that it would lead to all sorts of trouble and that though she understood it, it was not the way!
Perhaps if she showed me her body would I be satisfied till I was a bit older, but I must on pain of death tell no one as it would cause a lot of trouble.
Would I like that? You bet your boots I would! hadn’t I been trying to cop glimpses if her body for the last couple of year`s then?
I was willing to have sworn on a stack of bibles, and all my Biggles annuals, that my lips were sealed forever and I quickly told her “I would keep anything we did between just us.”
She told me that mum`s too enjoyed looking at men and boys naked but that it did not happen often if they were not married to the man!
So in return I was to stand and face her so she could get a better look at my wonderful young cock, and to do exactly as I was told or all deals were off.
I felt that exchange is no robbery and as I was doing her this favour it was OK, like a rabbit in a headlight I stood for her, my face probably the colour of a tomato and my eyes fixed on the wall above her bath.
She brushed away my hand from my stiffy, and then cupped my balls in her wet hand. A strange feeling came over me just as it did when we boys had a wanking session in our den behind the wood-yard; with horror I knew what was to come, almost instantly my cock jerked and a jet of what she later described as cum splashing on her face and chest.
If my face was red before it was now the colour of beetroot, but her gentle voice telling me it was ok soon put me at my ease as I spluttered my apologies.
She wiped my jism from her lovely face and bade me kiss her, which I bent down and did, she pulled at my shoulders and I overbalanced into the bath on top of her warm soft body. I was left kneeling with my left knee between her knees and my arms on the sides of the old roll top bath.
Again I apologised, but she said as I was here now she would let me wash her body. The deep soapy water hid her lower body and mine but her chest was well out of the water, her nipples stiff.
With trembling hands I took the flannel, and soap and slowly began to wash her arms. Fearful of touching those beautiful breasts, taboo for so long to my youthful touch. Her hand took my free hand and gently placed it on the softest smoothest skin in my universe, not a word was said the tension like a blanket surrounding us both as we each in our own way savoured the moment...
I dumped all pretence of washing, dropping the wash cloth and with a hand on each of her lovely breasts gently felt the weight and the texture of each, and having a good look at either brown nipple rapidly stiffening yet more under my gaze. The water was cooling now but neither of us noticed in this moment of exploration.
Mum bade me kiss her nipples, then suck on each in turn,
Her eyes closed, her head fell back and her breathing deepened, my prick had stiffened again and was pressing into her soft belly as I leant forward to keep my lips in contact with her as she leant against the cold enamel of the bath end.
“The water is cooling” she said “let`s get out and dry off then we can be more comfortable and do the job properly”
I hopped from the cold bath and went to help her out but she waved me away , told me to dry myself then take my clothes and go into the living room and wait for her.
Sadly I did as I was bid thinking that this adventure was perhaps over as the cold reality of what was happening hit her and wondering should I dress to save embarrassment. Instead I sat ever hopeful.
I did not have long to wait as I heard the toilet flush and the gurgle of bath water vanishing down the plug hole before my mother; dry, with a dusting of sweet smelling talcum powder, her hair trailing over her shoulders and a pink towelling housecoat, appeared, took my hand and led me in a whirl to the stairs, then up to their room.
She motioned me to her bed then sat next to me, again impressing on me the need for secrecy though she said she had already told father that this is what she would do when the time was right!
I was amazed at that, expecting dad to have been an angry man, but she said that theirs was an open marriage and she could do whatever she wished as long as it brought no shame to the family and dad still got his once a week and it was never mentioned!
I really didn’t understand ‘what an Open marriage’ was but as long as dad didn’t mind and I was not going to get in trouble...WOW was I all in favour!
She began by asking all I knew about ladies bodies, well by now the embarrassment factor had eased, so I sat and explained that health and efficiency though showing ladies top bits was less forthcoming with the rest, and despite our best efforts in the library, we that`s Tommy my mate and I, had found out not a lot.
Mum smiled at that, saying she would show me all of her body, and explaining all about sex, in all its forms, she would show me how to please a woman as well as myself, BUT and it was a big BUT, I was not to go using my knowledge until I was a lot older, that she would guide me till I was old enough so I would have no need to ‘try it on’ with other girls.
I asked what I could do about Tommy, my closest mate who as his mother and father were dead, lived with his granny and it would be difficult to hide the fact that I would be way ahead of him in the subject. Our family had known the turtle family for years, and Tommy had been the best friend a lad could have had I had trusted him with my life in some of our adventures, and we had a bond that was to prove unshakable in later life.
She said that “it was a very grown up thing to do thinking about my friend like that and she would give it a lot of thought, now though; did I want to see what a woman looked like or would I rather wait till I was older?”
I chose now! Thoughts of Tommy and problems in the future swept away by the moment and a rush of male testosterone.
“Well Peter” she said, “where would you like to start?”
Not waiting for my answer she kissed me gently on my lips, a kiss like none that I had ever experienced, her tongue striking into my mouth and touching mine in a way I could never imagine, my naked body stiffening in a display of sexual tension, as her hands led mine to her housecoat buttons.
One button at a time the pink towelling parted, revealing as it did her magnificent chest, her nipples brown and stiffly protruding.
The kiss over she leaned back so I could have a little time with the soft breasts and nipples, to lick, suck and m***** as I would. Her breath began to quicken as my amateur fumbling began to stimulate her sensitive body.
She fell back now across the bed, completely abandoning her body to my exploring hands running hither and wither they would. I remembered the buttons, and began opening the last few; each revealed another treasure to my amazed gaze. First came her naval, my kisses flitted across her belly, my tongue exploring the tiny thing atop the pink expanse of exposed skin, another button, and the contours changed, her belly giving way to a forest of curly hair. Another and last button, the towelling falling away from her hips like a pair of curtains unveiling a wondrous statue, her legs slightly parted the last wonder of her womanhood now revealed to my eager eyes.
I sat back on my heals, my gaze directly fixed at the half hidden as yet unknown area of womanhood, slowly she raised her knees gripping her ankles in her hands and opening her legs to allow me to fully see the centre of my attention, the pinkness of her lips, the hooded nub, the wet slippery cavity, my eyes must have been boring into her like lasers as she lay open to my intense gaze.
The inner flesh of her thighs a brownish colour, the brown puckered rosebud of her bum, nothing was missed as I took in the vision before me. No dolly bird, perfect size hourglass this, but a real meet in the street down to earth mother,
I must have sat on my heels mesmerised for what seemed like hours, time stood still for me as long seconds passed till the spell was broken by her saying “could she please move as this was an uncomfortable position.”
I stood and helped her up, removing the pink house-coat; she soon lay back in the centre of the bed, flat on her back legs wide, motioning me to climb on the bed between her legs to get a close up of her lower body if that was what I still wanted. She said she wished me to really have a close look, taste it, lick it, feel her, and enjoy her, ask whatever I wanted.
Anything to keep her happy and to make the afternoon last, I got close up touching each strange part gently with an enquiring finger, that traced each of the unfamiliar items. She explained as each was touched, what it was and what it did, I found her pee slot and she said she would let me see it work one-day, then her clitoris hidden in its hood, “She referred to it as her joy button!” She showed me how to use my finger to stimulate that, explaining how it was the most important part to all ladies.
Taking the hint I started to slither my finger on that button and her reaction was instant. There was a run of slippery juice, and her back arched, her breathing quickened, and she gasped for me to lick her there.
I was down and my tongue was in use oh so quickly. It was not a taste that I had any difficulties with, I don’t know what I had expected but I found myself enjoying it, so did she and her climax was something else, gasping and groaning she collapsed back to the bed as if in a faint.
Worried I stopped and sat back on my haunches staring at her wondering if I had overdone it. Her eyes opened to my great relief, and she gasped that that had been fantastic and that that was what a ladies climax was like and that it was equal to the way boys felt when they spat out the stuff as I had on her face earlier.
She took my rigid tool in her hand, and worked it for just a few strokes, I was so hyped up my dick sprayed her leg and belly with my seed. She rose wiping herself with the towelling housecoat, and saying that that would be enough today, dad would be home soon and she needed to start on tea.
We tidied the bed and together hand in hand we returned to the living room to collect my clothes, she kissed me whispered “tomorrow” and then vanished into the bathroom.

Well dad appeared from his work on his old Royal Enfield motor bike, on time as usual and we soon sat through tea together, mum dressed in her mumsy blue check, work dress, which in my sexually bemused state, I tended to gaze at the bust of in what must have been a noticeable way.
My whirling brain remembering what was hidden under the cloth and where my hands had been but an hour before, which was a mistake as dad noticed my daydreaming stare and said in a brisk fashion that “I was letting my dinner go cold which mum had taken all day cooking, and to get on and ruddy well eat it while it was hot.”, Blunt and to the point my dad!
A jerk back to reality, I said I was mind elsewhere, apologised to mum for letting her lovely dinner cool and did as I was asked; liver, bacon, peas and mash, vanished, then homemade apple pie and custard soon followed and the moment passed.
Now my old dad was a creature of habit, the meal over he would sit and enjoy a pipe of foul smelling tobacco, read the local paper, then go out to his shed for a couple of hours, before washing, supper then bed usually about 11.
Tonight was no different as he had an order for owl boxes, from a woodsman friend of his, delaying work on the rocking horse he had been working on for days, mum busying her-self with darning and the like.
I as usual making myself scarce sitting on my bed with a book and my little radio putting out the navy lark, and Paul Temple ,daydreaming about mums tits and the marvels of her body and wanking away like all boys do.
By the time I awoke next day dad was away to his work and mum was finishing a pie for tea! It was raining yet again and I was secretly glad, as mum would not be side tracked into doing the family washing delayed from the day before and my devious mind hoped she would have more time for my ‘education’.
Sorry folks, after I had had my breakfast she sent me on some errands in the rain, saying that she had the dusting and polishing to do today, probably a ploy to teach me that there was more to life than sex, (I am still not sure I believe that) anyway it was dinnertime before we sat and talked.
She said that I had not helped with my stare at her bust at tea as, though she had told dad months before that when the time came she would explain in her own way about ‘the birds and bees’ and that she had said she would ‘keep me occupied’ till I was old enough to be a responsible young man not a hormone driven teenager.
If I wanted to “enjoy her” I would have to be more discrete than and not as obvious as staring at her like I did last tea time.
She said that she would tell him when the time was right, what we were doing not to just dump the news in his face as he was a proud man and though he “knew the score” it was her place to tell him and he just did not need reminding. I could have easily blown my chances at the first hurdle so I said “Sorry mum I really not thinking properly yesterday, your body is so fantastic!”
She turned a little pink at the compliment her cup mid lift she stopped and a smile passed over her face as she replied that that was a very nice thing for a lad to say to his old mum.
I followed up with the old line; “you’re not really old mum, gran`s really old” the tea splashed about in the cup and she spluttered that I should learn to quit while I was ahead!
However it must have done the trick as she stood and took my hand leading me up the stairs again.
We stood in her room, and she kissed me, another tongue swirling kiss, her arms round my thin frame clutching me to her in a warm embrace.
Today she said I am going to allow you to undress me, as most men have no idea about how to undress a woman and there is nothing so off putting for a girl as a clumsy man that she has to undress herself for.
She said that she was dressed for working not for a date so she apologised for her unsexy underclothes.
She said that sexy ones were the same but lighter and more wispy and the principle was the same so I would have to put up with it!
If she had have been in sack cloth or a diving suit it would not have bothered me, and to this day I just love undressing the ladies.
I knew that the spuds were done and the pie ready for the oven, Tommy my mate was off to the dentist so we shouldn’t be disturbed, so we had all afternoon to be together and if she wanted me to strip her clothes off and they were working one`s who was I to argue.
Kissing her again I slid my hands round her lovely body and began to undo the blue checked dress she habitually wore for housework, she lowered her arms one at a time and the dress dropped to the floor in a blue grey heap round her ankles, I was faced for the first time, with her fine womanly figure complete with an ironclad bra, encasing her breasts in a vice like grip, stockings held up with suspenders attached to a girdle and plain knickers, all encasing her like a cloth suit of armour.
I stepped back to have a better view of the vision before me, It is etched on my mind forever from those few seconds, this woman that had been my birth mother, my c***dhood guide, now stood before me silhouetted by the dull grey light of a wet Tuesday afternoon, waiting patiently for her very lucky son to remove her remaining clothing.
I kissed her shoulder then slid my hand to her smooth legs encased in the sheer nylon stockings of my wet dreams. I knelt to better see how to deal with the clips, they were soon undone.
She never having said a word or made the merest move throughout now surprised me by whispering to me to “leave them on”.
Happy to oblige I began trying to remove the girdle, now let me tell you all a 1950 girdle was not a thing for the faint hearted, it was a bitch of a thing clinging like a rubber ring round a woman`s midrift like it was some sort of second skin keeping supposedly unsightly flesh in its secure grip, a line of tiny hooks and eyes down the right hip that took a fair bit of undignified tugging causing us both to chuckle at my inept attempts to pull the thing together enough to release them.
We kissed again when the thing fell away, leaving red lines from its clinging grip, across her pink newly unveiled tummy.
That just left her fearsome bra and those smooth white knickers,
I decided to tackle the top first, sliding my hands over the conical cupped ‘lifted and separated’ breasts, savouring the moment before release, like a man with a bottle of fine wine before the cork is pulled, I traced the location of the hard nipples that I knew were hidden somewhere in these thick cloth cones.
My hands slid round to her back, arms just long enough to reach the clasp, another bunch of those wretched hooks, two of the three came away easily, one obstinate little ‘B’ hung up, struggling now my fingers working desperately to ease the wretched thing enough to release those wonderful orbs, and cursing quietly as only a teen lad kept from his goal can. We stumbled a bit with my efforts, and she chuckled that I was to “calm down don’t be so rough, it will come”.
I tried again more gently, apologising as I did, and the wretched thing popped open, there before me those fantastic tits, swinging free glad to be released, pink, soft, nipples and areola brown against the pink skin, mammary heaven, fantastic, every boys dream, mine to have and hold kiss and lick at will
. The knickers forgotten for the second I went for it, tongue lips fingers, all I could bring to bear on those sweet, soft, pillows of flesh.
My Dick, stiff, tenting my trousers to the point of painfulness.
Except for her arms now wrapped round my neck she still stood motionless, unable to stave off the climax that she knew was building her breathing loud, gasping, face flushed, nipples stiff as she came with a cry of yesss, she fell backwards onto the big soft bed, pulling me onto her as she went.
She lay in that euphoric state of ‘WOW’ fondling my head and kissing my forehead.
She whispering that “that had been incredible, and that I had not even got her knickers off yet.”...knickers...till then it had not occurred to me to finish stripping her lovely body.
Removing them now was my next task; I rolled to her side and slid my hands to the waistband of the now sopping white panties. She raised her hips as I peeled the things down revealing her pouting sex, wet from her spend, a strong smell of used womanhood assailed my nostrils for the first time in my young life.
So intent was I on her pleasure that I was barely conscious of her hands undoing my belt, or my fly for that matter, but when her hand encased my stiffy, it was like an electric shock running through my body, her fingers wrapping tightly round my tool.
I suddenly knew I was about to spray, and told her so as with just two or three strokes she brought me off, aiming my jet onto her belly, that feeling was above even yesterdays climaxes and we lay gasping like landed fish for some time, our senses reeling, my left arm trailing over her mons and my finger, still now but on her clitoris.
For fully five long minutes we lay motionless, both realising this first moment together was probably unrepeatable.
My finger began again to circle her clit, gently slowly exploring her body, working its way into her, playing with her sex-lips, fingering her hood, returning to the little button that I knew would trigger her again, her breathing quickened and she gave herself to the next wave of sensation that washed over her, triggered by her only son and knowing Pandora`s box was now open and could never be reclosed.
The afternoon was over just too soon, dad would be home in an hour, the pie beckoned, another evening in my room, another long night, tomorrow. Focus on tomorrow, pray it rain
Another day, yesterday was wet and awesome, mum had let me strip her and use my hand to give her a couple of climaxes, today the sun was out, ever realistic she was keen to do her delayed washing so by the time I was up she had the second load in the old twin tub steaming and gurgling, life must go on, but I still hate wash days. I gobbled breakfast, collected my swim suit and towel a bottle of squash and a couple of jam sandwiches, then shot off to find Tommy, with mothers shouted command to “ask Tommy for tea” and “To be back by the time dad gets home!”Ringing in my ears, off I went.
Together we would spend the day on the beach eyeing the talent, hoping to get lucky, and generally being boys.
We watched a middle age couple of women each doing a strip behind a very small towel held by the other on the beach in the afternoon, Tommy was keen to spy from the dune top, so we lay in the warm sand, hoping to get a real eyeful, but like Salomé with the veil’s they were just too good for us.
Tommy brought up the vexing question of the female lower front anatomy, which he had not yet seen. I had, but he did not know that of course and that gave me a few problems, I had promised mum not to talk of what had happened and it would have been so easy to slip up knowing the way my mouth worked when I was with Tommy who I had never kept a secret from in the whole time I had known him. I also did not wish to hurt his feelings as he had no mother to show him.
So I took the easy way out and I changed the subject, pointing out a bunch of our schoolmates in the distance. Potential disaster averted.
We arrived home in time by the skin of our teeth Tommy dropped his suit, towel and squash bottle with his gran as he passed her door, while I slipped in to the kitchen and had a hasty word with mum explaining how I felt about Tommy and keeping secrets from him. Mum said “she would sort it”. Just as Tommy arrived we could hear that noisy old motor bike of dads coming up the street so we had no time, and at her insistence we were hands washed and up to the table by the time dad had parked the bike and come inside the house.
Steak and k**ney pud, mash and carrots, mums creamy rice pudding to follow, kept the talk to a minimum and filled two hungry boys well.
Dad was soon puffing on that old pipe, muttering about the cricket scores so Tommy and I were out in the kitchen doing the washing up, with mum putting away and fussing about as mums do.
Tommy had had a thing about my mum, ever since he was old enough to come round to the house, perhaps it was to do with having lost his own parents when he was a small boy, unfortunately there was still odd mines about after the war and his dad having struck one while playing football on the beach with the family, his mother and granddad being the next nearest they too had been killed instantly. His gran looked after him now but my mum had been his confidante, his surrogate mum and the one he turned to for advice as time went along.
I also knew he now fancied her near as much as I did.
Dad his pipe going like a tugboat stack steamed through the little kitchen en route for his shed, we knew that he would be out there for the evening working on a rocking horse for a friend`s little lad. Mum asked what we had been doing today, and we exchanged glances, then together we said in unison we had swum all day, it was obviously not the whole truth.
To my surprise she said that she thought from something I had said we would have been playing ‘I spy’, Tommy shot me a look that silently asked ‘what the hell have you said Peter’ as I turned a shade of red, mother by now had turned away to smother a laugh.
A pot of tea was made, and I ran one out to dad in his shed, happily fitting legs on the fine horse.
By the time I returned mum and Tommy were sitting in the living room sipping tea, so I joined them.
Again mum tentatively, by a very circular route, broached the subject of our spying on ladies at the pool, saying when she was a girl she had been the victim of spying youths at a pool and though she understood the needs of young boys she did not want either of us doing anything of the sort it being very unsettling for the ladies involved, not to say against the law. she winked at me behind Tommy`s back,
Then she asked us both what exactly we had hoped to see at the pool?
To say we were squirming with embarrassment would have been the understatement of the year. Tommy mumbled something about we were inquisitive about girls and ladies
So she said that was a very natural thing in boys and that girl did the same sometimes. Tommy seemed a bit more at ease though he said he was worried as he didn’t want his gran to find out what we had been up to; Mum smiled, and said our secret was safe as long as we both promised not to do it again. Naturally we quickly promised.
“Now what to do?” she said “I don’t want you two lads to be deprived and what you need to know is not easy for you to find out, I suppose you have tried books in the library?
She kept a straight face as she asked and an even straighter one as we answered that we had, but it had no answers for us both,
I added that “health and efficiency only showed the top halves, and we have no idea about the rest”
She said that she “would think about the problem, and we would talk tomorrow, but that we were not to talk to anyone about it, especially your gran, young Tommy.”
We of course swore secrecy, Tommy now believing that we now had a champion. We went up to my room to listen to the radio program ‘Journey into space!’ Tommy asked what I thought mum would do, so I said “she may have a book or something,” then we got carried away listening to Doc and Lemmy, attempting to land on Mars.
Tommy left about half nine and I was soon in bed, wondering what mum would do for both of us, knowing what she had done for me so far, I had high hopes and I fell asleep dick in hand dreaming of what might happen.
Next morning at breakfast she said that she was glad I had been so caring about Tommy, not having “rubbed his nose in the fact that you had had more experience than him, or breaking our secret, she went on to say that “dad knows what I am going to do for you boys, as I don’t have secrets from him, that way is the road to ruin.”
Personally I didn’t care where the road led as long as mum was going to share her body and its secrets!
I dutifully asked if he minded and she explained that dad`s parents never told him anything about sex and he had been very embarrassed when they wed, so he wanted me to have a better education than he had ever had or he would never let it happen..
Next morning I called for Tommy, telling his gran we were off swimming again, dutifully collecting sandwiches and juice, towel and swim suit we set off telling gran he would be eating with us again after swimming.
However once round the corner we eagerly turned down the back alleys towards our house on winged feet.
When we arrived, mother sat with a cup of tea at the table dressed in her towelling robe buttoned to the neck, her hair wet from the bathtub, her body dusted with talcum powder, she bade us sit opposite her on the other side of the table....We sat.
She started to ask if Tommy was sure he could keep a secret, he said he could, so she said that if he ever spoke of what she had in mind, she would never speak to him again and there would be much trouble.
He promised that he “would never breathe a single word.” So she turned to me and said “you too” so I too swore to say not a word I of course, could say nothing of the last few days to Tommy either.
She stood up and told us to follow her upstairs to her room.
Like dogs from the traps we did as bid She motioned us to sit on her bed, then asked us “what we had seen and knew” and to be very truthful or we would be “back downstairs in an instant.”
Tommy said we had seen a girl at the pool who had been changing and she was young and that when we had seen her chest, it was very much like our own, and not swollen like mums then of course there was health and efficiency.
Had we never seen the ‘other parts’ at all then, she asked, a definite “No” to that, that was our problem
She said “OK”, and then “if I was to show you and teach you all you wanted to know as our secret, would that be acceptable?
” Tommy`s eager nodding spoke for both of us.
She bade us take all our clothes off as she wanted to look at us.
We exchanged glances then were naked in a trice, she laid on the big bed Tommy knelt to her left and I to the right side, she produced from her pocket a pack of playing cards then told us to cut for who undid the first button.
Tommy drew a three and me a two.
With trembling hands he undid her top button at her neck she looked at me, and said, now you. I undid the next button which parted easily,
Tommy now had the button twix her breasts, holding his breath he gingerly handled the towelling as if it was live, he slid the button from its hole and quickly moved back as if there was a snake hidden in the folds of the garment. Throughout all this mum had lay back on the pillows watching our every move, her hands at her sides a smile flickering across her face now and then, especially at Tommy`s reaction to that last button.
My turn, another button, that left just two, the housecoat still lay covering her completely, Tommy again, this one on her belly, he handled that button like an unexploded bomb. The coat still did not slide open and the last button was mine, I slid that button through its hole and we both sat back expecting the thing to spring open or perhaps mum to open it, there was a pause a long silent pause, till mum told us that we could open the thing as it would not open itself.
With trembling hands Tommy and I slid our respective sides down revealing to each of our eyes; breasts, a real warm full size, woman`s pair of breast. For Tommy it was the first time in his conscious life
So his jaw dropped open as he sat on his heels like a statue, saying nothing, hypnotised by what to him was an amazing view
Mum quietly asked if we wanted to touch them, his gaze never altered, that fixed rabbit in a headlight stare, his hand tentatively extended to silently and gently touch that nearest nipple,
That brown nub that for so long had been a picture on a page of a magazine, it was here whole, solid, soft, brown and to his amazement rapidly stiffening.
I, old campaigner now I thought, (though I could not show it,) first handled ‘my’ nipple then began to gently suck on it like an infant, the effect was instant as mum`s whole body stiffened, then she began to breath more quickly, Tommy followed my example, and we felt her hands behind our heads forcing us down onto her soft chest, she began to moan softly, and I knew that she was on her way to a climax.
Her body arched and she gasped yesss, yesss, don’t stop, yesss. She collapsed back onto the bed, her eyes closed her breathing in gasp`s.
Tommy sat back in amazed shock, his jaw slack, saying that he thought that we had done something that had given her a fit!
I wanting to allay his fears said no it was a ‘cum’, something girl`s did, like when we spurted. He gave me an odd look and asked how I knew, so I told him I had read it somewhere a while back.
Mum by now was coming back to us, and covered for me saying that I was right, and that she was enjoying us learning as well as she hoped we were enjoying the experience of being taught.
We were quick to say it was fantastic.
She asked if we wanted to see the rest of her body.
REST of her body! In our amazement we had forgotten the rest; those breasts had a way of taking all our youthful concentration.
We turned our eyes towards her lower limbs and the join of her lovely legs; she had on a pair of knickers in a fetching shade of powder blue. We both turned back to face her and she said ever tactful that as Tommy was the guest he could take off her last piece of clothing, she lifted her hips and he slid and peeled the thin damp nylon down and off.
Here at last was our youthful goal, the epicentre of our universe, the holy grail of our wildest fantasies a real woman`s hidden treasure. Tommy`s eyes out now like organ-stop`s as she slowly opened her legs for us to see.
“Before you ask, yes you may touch, but be gentle,” she said then lent back again, and leaving us to explore at our own speed, trying I suspect to think of something else and to delay yet another climax.
Tommy using his middle finger, gently opened her lips, to reveal her hidden secrets, and like two tiny tot`s round a pond, we peered into the depths of her body, Tommy, asked if this was the channel c***dren appeared from?
She said it was, explain that the thing stretched for c***dbirth and that the average baby was the size of a big rugby ball or thereabouts.
Our jaws dropped at that, W us not really believing that this tiny channel could pass a rugby ball, she assured us that that was the case and it was not a comfortable experience. She said that it was a painful process, thus it was a that we should be careful how we used sex, as it was easy for a pair of potent boys like us to create a c***d causing untold misery if it were not carefully planned.
Her hand appeared at ‘the pond’, and a finger pointed out the clitoris, (she called it her joy button,) hidden in its hood like a tiny boys dick, the finger moved on, these are my sex lips, that`s my hood. Tommy asked about peeing as he said he and I had dicks, (note I was letting him lead as if I was shy) and as she didn’t have one how did she pee? She pointed out her urethra saying she “would show us both another day.”
Brilliant news; we exchanged looks; there was to be another day, which detail was not lost on either of us! She went on to say there was a lot for us to take in and she would show us all there was if we wanted, but we would do it in stages.
She asked Tommy if he used his hand to bring himself off and he hesitated to answer that yes he did occasionally, she then embarrassed me by saying she did not need to ask me as she did my washing.
I had never thought of that and the others both chuckled at my red face.
To save my blushes she said girls worked themselves off as well but it was slightly different for then not having a dick to hold so they played with the joy button or their nipples or both to gain release dependent on the girl.
She said she would show us but first we had to show her how we brought ourselves off, it was a race she said, but to be sure and land it on her body as it would keep the sheets dry and she had enough washing.
We knelt there one each side of her, dick`s in hand while she counted us in, three-two-one-go. We pumped furiously, the morning`s excitement having had an effect on us we soon came Tommy winning by a head, in great skeins of grey white goo splashing across her belly. Even she was surprised at the amount generated by our young balls, she dipped her fingers in the puddle of goo, then dabbed it onto each of our tongues, “taste” she said, and “your old mum loves the taste of that stuff”. To be frank it was not as bad as I expected, mum wiped it up with her hand and licked it like it was nectar, and she then put her finger to her “joy button” and began to strum like we would with an air guitar, the other hand caressing her nipples.
We watched in awe as her breathing again got faster and louder, her nipples stiffened, her face flushed, her body arched and with a cry of yesss she came again.
She lay back then gently told us “that was enough for today and with a smile said “class dismissed”; we knew not to push our luck, dressed then went for the swim we had told gran we were going for, seemingly hours ago.
With our new knowledge we looked at women with new eyes, they were now not a smooth outlined sleek creature in nice clothes we thought we were men of the world who had seen what lay beneath the camouflage of clothes. The mystery was solved, no more super sleuth tactics ....we knew. We were still perfect young gentlemen as trained, we didn`t treat ladies differently, but knowledge is power and no more could the girls use on us the coy attitude that girls of our era had imprinted on their brains by their mum`s. No longer had they a hidden treasure we boys knew nothing of.
Though our attitude`s subtly changed, towards females in general, it still did not get us over the initial stage of finding girlfriends.
Days passed, and to be fair we had not pestered mum on the subject at all, though it didn`t stop us wishing, her having made it clear that she would move at her pace, however we both were getting that we wanted to know more.
So, me being me, over tea and biscuits one afternoon, when Tommy was shopping with his gran, I mentioned to mum that she had hinted there was more to learn, and that she had said she would show us.
She flushed a little, and then replied that “she had not forgotten, and that she had been ‘waiting for something that had now arrived’ and that for the next couple of days it would not be possible, but next week perhaps. I didn`t ask what or why the delay, just happily accepted we were on for next week.
Four Days crawled past, summer was well advanced, the heat was oppressive, keeping cool was a priority, so a tanned Tommy and I lived on the sands all day and every day. We no longer needed to spy on the female gender but found we had been trying too hard.
Flashes of the odd unclothed bum or tits were there during changing as we strolled about the beach the trick was to act like you hadn`t noticed. However we were both feeling more randy each day and were using ourselves nightly on the thought of more ‘lessons’.
Monday was wash day, so it was on the Tuesday at breakfast that mum announced that Tommy should come to tea, and perhaps we should not go to the beach today as the forecast was for a storm.
I took the hint and was away to Tommy`s place like a whippet, telling his gran he was to have his meals with us today, and that we were off to my house. She was an old school Nan, all dark clothes and grey hair in a bun, happy to have her grandson as company, and happier when she knew he was with me as she knew he wouldn’t get into trouble.
Well it`s what she believed, I was not to say!
After Tommy had finished his quota of morning jobs, we returned to my home and found mum ironing, now that was a downer as ironing was one of those chores that mums took ages with usually.
She snapped off the power then said with a grin that we looked as though we needed another lesson or two. We totally agreed. She said she needed to pee first, and Tommy to my surprise asked if we could watch as she had said (and he remembered word for word) that she “would show us both another day.”
She chuckled at that, mumbled oh all right I did promise then sighed before she led us to the bathroom.” Normally we women sit on the loo to pee,” she said, “but today I will do it in the bath so you can see if you are that interested.
Without more ado he slid down her skirt and slip, rolled off her knickers and stepped into the empty bath.
Turning to face us, legs apart she squatted down a little then holding her lips open so we could see she began to pee, to me nothing other than a curiosity, to Tommy a revelation, (he`s been into urolagnia since that moment) after an age her stream dried and she stood, leaning back against the wall behind her and bade Tommy dry her with some paper which he willingly did. She stepped out, ran the tap to flush the bath, and then skirt in hand led us to her bedroom once again.
Without being told we both quickly stripped naked, our thin boyish dick`s about equal sized, his circumcised, mine intact, both like ramrods. Mum turned surprised at our nakedness, she was still in her blouse as she silently knelt down, solemnly took Tommy s cock into her mouth and began sucking. Our eyes enlarged with amazement, never in our wildest dreams had we thought of someone suckling on a cock...
She left him and did the same for me rolling her tongue round under the foreskin like an expert, I felt myself overcome with the sensation, and began to spurt immediately, no time to warn her I managed a groan.
To my amazement she swallowed all I produced without even a slight hesitation, licking her lips as she moved back to Tommy`s stiffy, and doing the same for him, savouring every drop.
We helped her from her blouse, and then Tommy took on the fearsome bra clips managing to release them in one go. Her wonderful breasts were now available and we took no time in taking them in hand to her obvious joy. We were soon hard again recovery being quick in the young, (I wish it was still so now!)
“Today” she said “I am going to let you become men, you must wear a condom though, as I could still become pregnant”.
Become men? We exchanged glances, WOW.
Really did she mean what we thought?

Now as amateur lads we had never heard of a condom, a ‘French letter’ yes, but the name had never come up before, Two tiny silver foil packets appeared from the bedside cabinet, she gave us each one then told us we should never have sex outside marriage without one of these and she gave us a short lecture on disease and making girls pregnant, most of which we didn’t really take in, so exited were we at the prospect of what we hoped would be coming soon.
She showed us how to open the pack and fit the rubber rolling it down our shafts and stirring young blood again with her touch.
The card pack was reintroduced and we cut for first go while she climbed onto the bed lying down the centre on her back her legs wide open.
We cut...we both got jacks... We cut again, Tommy so nervous he dropped the pack, we tried again, I drew a queen, surly he couldn`t beat that...he drew a blessed king.
He climbed onto the bed twix her legs and with her instruction slid upwards over her body till his face was between her breasts, she used her hand to guide him to his goal, and with a sigh of contentment he slid home lying collapsed along her body.
Mum told him he needed to work it in and out, which he began to do, kissing ‘his’ nipple as he did. The motion was just too much and I saw him stiffen gasping for breath as his climax filled the rubber, just a dozen strokes it had taken, and she smiled benignly at him as he withdrew, saying it took practise and this was just the first time and not to worry.
I was soon in his place; her sex wet from her precum lubricant, her sex-lips pouting, as I slid between them into her warm channel; that feeling, that momentous moment was something I have never forgotten.
Being taller I was face to face, eye to eye with my own mother, my prick gripped gently by her warm soft tunnel, I began to move my hips the feeling was out of this world.
I instinctively kissed her on the lips, those warm lips, soft inviting, that had kissed me as a mother so many times, now kissed me as a lover, as only a lover can, passionately, hotly with a fire of passion such as I had never experienced.
Together we climaxed; me in strong squirts of hot jism filling the condom and making my thin prick feel huge, her in a great rush of wet heat around the rubber, gripping my tool with waves of soft strength, her fingers digging painfully into my back, her back arched our lips mashed together.
We collapsed and lay still joined, my skinny frame along her soft body, my now wilting prick slowly slipping from her soft wet grasp. Our breathing returned, and with it our senses, I rolled off and we lay together.
Tommy forgotten in our euphoric state, climbed up and snuggled against her on the other side, and we all slept for a whole hour, basking in the aftermath of our first real man-sized sexual encounter the first I am glad to say of many.
Over the years that have since passed, there were many encounters twix my mum and me, and my mum and Tommy, who`s gran passed on in the early 60`s leaving everything to him, my dad died a while later that year never having either mentioned or acknowledged that we lads were sharing his wife.
Mum passed on in 1971; active with us till the last months of her life, even after both I married Mary in 1964 and Tommy, Simone, in 65. She told both girls just before they wed us that she expected to share us, making no bones about the facts that we were both her sexual lovers and trainees which I am glad to say they accepted.
She was a ‘one of’ and is now greatly missed.