Chapitre 2462: MOTHER'S MIGRAINE
Jane, my mother suffers from severe migraines, during the day she would soldier on after taking medication, hoping it would suppress the pain. In the evening she would go to bed early, close the curtains, change into a nightdress, taking at least one sleeping pill, depending on the severity of the migraine, spend all night lying on top of the bed. She always left her bedroom door open I assumed a habit from listening out for me when I was a baby. Before getting into bed I would stand at her bedroom door watching her while she slept, hoping that her nightdress would have ridden up or slipped down to expose some part of her body.
Becoming more adventurous sometimes I would stand at her bedside leaning over pretending I was kissing her. The first time I actually made contact with her lips, was accidental, while leaning over pretending to kiss her, slightly lost my balance and our lips lightly touched. Backing off immediately I froze expecting some reaction. Subconsciously she must have felt my touch because her lips moved in a sort of puckering fashion, but fortunately she didn't wake up. When the opportunity arose, I would kneel at her bedside and apply light kisses on her lips, terrified in case she woke up and discovered me, however, excitement overcame my fears.
Certain she wouldn't wake up I became more confident, leading to a greater sexual awareness, which increased my determination to experiment on my mother. The kissing persisted for quite a while as I enjoyed watching the movement of her mouth, afterwards thinking perhaps she was searching for my lips. One night I dribbled a spot of saliva onto her lips and watched her tongue slowly sweep across her lips drawing it into her mouth. Another night as I kissed her, I ran my tongue across her lips and became amazed as she partly opened her mouth sufficiently for me to insert my tongue.
Some nights while I knelt beside her, kissing and watching her mouth, I would slide a finger across the top of a nipple as it became swollen beneath her nightdress. I loved to watch her nipples become enlarged knowing it was a reaction to the attention I was paying them, wondering if I dare give them a little squeeze. Becoming bolder, occasionally, when she was wearing an appropriate nightdress, one with shoulder straps, and lying in a convenient position, I would slip the strap off her shoulder, pull it down her arm, dragging the material to uncover her breast, to expose it. I would lightly touch her breast, feel her nipple and sometimes gently suck it. It was about this time that I began to masturbate at the bedside while touching her. Of course I had been masturbating for several years but I needed to work out how it could be done while I touched her and without it shooting all over the place and soiling the bed covers.
It would often be necessary for me to run errands to, and for Mrs. Brown, also a widow and a friend of my mothers, who lived just around the corner in the next road. Sometimes to give her a message, sometime to take things around to her, occasionally to collect from her. This particular day it was early morning when my mother sent round to collect something. Mrs. Brown answered the door still wearing her cotton nightdress that couldn't be seen through, and believe you me it was far from sexy. The problem was Mrs. Brown had these huge breasts, much bigger than my mothers whose are fairly big, but they had always fascinated me. Usually they were slung in a bra but that morning they were roaming free, swinging, bouncing, jumping as she walked, she was one big bitch. She sat at the table preparing something for me to take back to my mother, her tits were resting on the table or more like the table was holding them up, I just couldn't take my eyes off of them. Looking down the open neck of her nightdress I could see some cleavage, and also her large nipples noticeably standing out beneath her nightdress, I was mesmerized, unable to take my eyes off her.
She caught me staring at her and challenged me. "Are you looking at my breasts young man?" It felt like I was blushing, and then began to perspire, stuttering as I tried to answer. She laughed, "It's alright Mark I like men looking at me and I especially enjoy you looking at my breasts, I know you do it all the time. Would you like to see them?" I nodded. She slipped her arms out of the nightdress and lowered it to her waist. Looking at them in the flesh they were big and not as pretty as I expected, but I told her they were beautiful. She asked me if I would like to feel them and suggested that I should sit in the armchair and she would sit on my lap. They were surprisingly heavy, not at all what I was expecting, although they felt soft and spongy and I enjoyed fondling them. She lifted one up to my lips, "Would you like to suck it?" The nipple felt fantastic in my mouth, and with my nose buried in her flesh I was really enjoying myself.
Mrs. Brown, Irene is her name, placed her hand in my lap, obviously checking to see if I was aroused, and she wasn't mistaken I had a hard on which she found immediately. I felt her undo my pants and fumble around trying to get it out as I sucked one tit, and squeezed the other. Pulling her nipple from my mouth, dismounting from my lap, she knelt between my legs, unbuckled my belt and pulled my trousers and jockey shorts down. I may have surprised her because she gasped when she saw that I certainly wasn't small in that area. She placed her nightdress over me and began to jerk me off while I continued to fondle both breasts. "Kiss me Mark, please kiss me" I kissed and played with her tits until I shot my load in her nightdress, she wiped me clean, stood up, allowed me to pull my pants up, hugged and we kissed before suggesting that I had better get home. "Mark you mustn't tell your mother what we did, and if you like you can come back anytime and we can do it again, would you like that?" I said I would. Irene said that she knew I went out a lot of evenings with my friends, but if I would prefer I could go around her house instead and we would spend the evening together. We arranged to meet Friday evening.
Friday evening I thought Irene looked sensational, beautifully made up, hair immaculate and her clothes were really sexy. Semi-transparent blouse which allowed a limited visibility to her bra, a short billowing skirt and nylons. "Mark how nice of you to call." I never answered as she slipped her arm through mine and we headed towards the sitting room. She stopped turned towards me and said, "How do you think I look?" I told her that I thought she look beautiful. "Then you must say that you think I'm beautiful not just say nothing. We'll go back and start again." We walked back to the front door, she stood in front of me. "Mark how nice of you to call." She slipped her arm back through mine just as I was saying "Irene you look beautiful tonight" and replied as we headed for the sitting room "Thank you darling." And so began my training, my gentleman training as Irene called it.
We sat and talked for a while then she asked if I would like a coffee and suggested we have it at the table. Then we went through the routine of assisting a lady to sit down by holding her chair then easing it in closer to the table. Continuing to talk we drank our coffee, then after I had to assist her to stand by easing the chair out from behind her. We sat on the sofa together continuing to talk only this time Irene was explaining how to recognize all those little signs which shows a woman is interest in the man. She then showed me how a man can get a woman to become receptive to his advances, stopping at the point when I put an arm around her waist. We played the whole thing starting at the front door over and over again. It didn't look as though I was going to get any further that night, it looked as though the breast thing, the reason for my visit, wasn't going to happen. However just before I had to leave and we were sitting on the sofa when she allowed me to progress with my arms around her waist, to pull her close and kiss her. Of course then we had to practice kissing which included the French kiss. Finally the last couple of minutes she allowed me to unbutton her blouse and caress her breast through her bra. When we kissed goodnight she said there was some improvement.
It was well over a week before I saw Irene again, not being sure whether our assignation was a regular thing or just a one off. My visit was only because mother had asked me to take a message, and when I arrived Irene was more concerned as to why I hadn't contacted her, than the message. When I explained that we had not agreed a second visit and I wasn't sure whether she wanted to see me again, with that in mind, she said "I want you to visit me at least once a week so that we could progress our sexual activities." I appreciate that we had been kissing, and allowed to fondle and suck her tits but that was the first time sex had been mentioned, and now I was becoming intrigued. She asked me to stay, but I couldn't mother was expecting me to return home almost immediately. We had a quick kiss and cuddle while I unbuttoned her blouse, and a quicker squeeze of her tits, before going home, leaving her lying on the sofa, blouse open wide and her bra up around her neck.
Some progress was being made, but not always in the direction I was expecting or hoping for. My next visit saw the start of my ballroom dancing lessons, Irene considered that it was a good way to meet girls, with an excuse to hold them close, and always be comfortable in their company. Over a couple of years she taught me most of the ballroom dances but they only became a prelude to foreplay and sex. Usually after a lesson we would lie together on the sofa kissing and cuddling ending with me sucking her nipples. It was after the third lesson when we retired to the sofa, and had reached the stage when I was sucking her tits, she asked me to put my hand up her skirt. She told me to slowly slide my hand up her leg, then tell me to stop and slide my hand back down, then slide it up again but a little higher. Each time I slid my hand up higher, she spread her legs a little further, until my hand came in contact with her panties.
I thought she had wet herself, her panties were saturated, I called her a dirty bitch for pissing herself, she rammed her lips against mine; apparently she enjoyed being verbally abused, but caused me some embarrassment when she explained the real purpose of the excretion. Irene suggested that we finish our session upstairs on her bed as it would be more comfortable. Once on the bed it didn't take me long to get my hand up her skirt, while she lay there, blouse wide open, bra around her neck, holding her breasts together to prevent them from flopping down her sides. She asked me to slip a finger inside her so that I could feel for myself the effect her natural lubricant had on her body. Fumbling with the crotch of her panties to push it over to one side, then having a little difficulty to find where to insert my finger, it took a little while. Irene was getting frustrated, but you have to bear in mind, that was the first time I had ever attempted to finger a woman. Even with everything going on with Irene I was still enjoying my mother when she had a migraine and taken a sleep pill, but had progressed no further than when I last spoke about her.
My training was proceeding quite nicely, after my gentleman training which I include the ballroom dancing, we would end up on Irene's bed. We had passed the fingering stage, the undressing each other stage, and masturbating each other and masturbating in front of the other stage, for the first time we were to have intercourse. I wasn't very good at it, Irene said I needed a lot of practice, which she guaranteed, it was then she introduced me to Literotica. Reading the stories helped my sexual performances, giving me more confidence when I realized a lot of people were performing similar things as me, and knowing that that Irene and I weren't two weirdoes. According to Irene I became quite proficient at making love, getting her to orgasm several times in a session, only because she showed me how to treat her. However, with other women I would need to find their vulnerability, the thing that got them going, with each women having different needs. We had reached the point where she was talking about oral sex. I was really looking forward to receiving it, but not too sure about giving it. Irene asked if I could find a way to stay overnight, I told my mother that I was having a sleep over at one of my friends to help him with his college work.
At her suggestion we went to bed early I could tell she was excited. First we showered together preparing each other with a few kisses and a little fondling for a night of passion. She asked me to remain in the shower while she dried herself off and prepared for bed. When I entered the bedroom Irene was standing in front of her dressing table obviously waiting for me to comment on her sexy attire. She was wearing the shortest purple satin chemise trimmed with white lace, which just about covered the sensitive parts of her body. She walked over to me pulled me close and we kissed, and breaking the kiss said, "Take me to bed darling." In bed we continued to kiss and fondle each other, me sucking a nipple and working my fingers inside her, she stroking my cock. Pulling her nipple from my mouth she lowered herself down the bed kissed me and said. "I'm going to suck you, and I want you to cum in my mouth." She continued to work her way down my body until she was able to take me in her mouth. It was my first experience of oral sex, Irene was very competent and gave me pleasure beyond all description and immense satisfaction.
I needed time to recover before returning the complement, but return it I did, with her guiding me as I alternated between her clit and pussy. It was one long night of passion, with me getting her so wound up she began to confide in me by telling me her most intimate secrets and a lot of them concerned my mother. Apparently my mother and Irene had their own sexual sessions, not that they were confirmed lesbians, it was just a safe sexual release, each giving the other sexual pleasures, without the threat of a man taking over their lives. While we laid on the bed with me applying all the seduction techniques she taught me, I persuaded her to give me a rundown on a typical session. Irene told me that they bought sex toys between them, they had several strap on dildos, single dildo's, sexy lingerie with my mother keeping all her sexual paraphernalia at Irene's house in case I started nosing around in her bedroom and discovered her secret. Consequently all their sexual sessions were carried out at Irene's house.
It was a shock at first, then I took it as a complement, only to become aroused when Irene told me that whoever was wearing the dildo would be referred to in their love making as Mark.
"So are you telling me when you're wearing the dildo my mother calls you Mark?"
"She does, and I call her Jane, she won't have me call her any other name, and goes catatonic when I call her mommy. Your mother is in love with you and wished she could sleep with you, and desperately wants you to make love to her, but because you are her son she punishes herself by staying away from you. Oh and when she wears the dildo, she calls me Jane and she becomes Mark and talks dirty to me, and makes me talk dirty to her, she loves it."
Having learnt of my mother's infatuation for me, wondered if I could progress our relationship further. I was twenty two when my first opportunity arose to begin seducing her, having been invited to a wedding of the daughter of a family friend who had moved away, by some distance, the year before. It was about a seven hour drive and I thought about the time mother and I would spend together in the car. We also needed to travel up the day before, spend two nights in some motel, including overnight the day of the wedding, before driving home the following day. Having explained about our overnight stays, mother was still keen to go, now whether her thinking was as mine, about the time we would be spending together, I couldn't be sure, but hoped so.
We traveled up on the Friday, stayed overnight in a motel, had dinner together in the evening, but there wasn't any sign of mother relaxing her role as a parent even though I provided a touchy feely evening taking her arm holding her hand, that sort of thing. We attended the wedding and the reception after, by the time the evening wore on, mother had a drink, I had a couple and the disco music was phased out for a slower, more sedate rendering. A waltz was played I asked mother if she would like to dance, she looked puzzled, "To this, you want to dance to this?" I said, "Of course." So we danced. Irene was right about taking a woman in your arms, as we danced I could feel her breast pressing up against me. Next came a quickstep we remained on the dance floor and made a pretty good job of it, then came a slow tune one to smooch to.
Mother was prepared to walk off the dance floor, but I held her tight to prevent her. She didn't object when I pulled her close as we slow danced, and when we finally left the floor the grooms mother said we looked good together as a couple. Mother glared at me when I said. "Did you hear that Jane? We looked good together as a couple." Our overnight stay and drive back the following day was as uneventful as our drive up and first overnight stay, but after our dancing together she did ask where I learnt to dance so well, I just said that I picked it up here and there. I think mother was having problems keeping herself honest as a parent. I got the impression it wouldn't take much to tip her over the edge.
Our lives changed one Saturday night when her migraine was unbearable and said that she would take two sleeping pills, which I knew would knock her out for about eight hours. On my way to bed I stopped by her door to make sure she was okay, she was lying on top of the bed wearing a short purple chemise identical to Irene's. Standing in my bedroom naked, having thrown my clothes on the bed, made my way back into mother's room. Standing beside the bed I leant over and kissed her then eased the straps of her nightdress off her shoulders pulling them down her arms, again dragging the nightdress with them to expose her breasts. From that point I was in unknown territory. Carefully, I climbed on the bed worked my way up her body to kneel straddling her stomach sufficiently close to slip my erection between her breasts. I slapped her breast and rubbed her nipples with my cock but what I really wanted to see, was just behind me,
Slipping back down and off the bed, found her legs close together with her nightdress covering everything. Pulling her nightdress up, began to massage her body as close to my target as possible. Slowly her legs parted allowing me to slip my fingers closer to her pussy. Bit by bit her legs spread wider, inch by inch my fingers slipped between them, until her legs were reasonably spread allowing me to crawl between them. From the end of the bed I slithered up between her legs until I was able to slip my tongue inside her and tease her clitoris. I was nervous, what if she should wake, my heart was racing but I couldn't stop, it was like an addiction. Mother began moaning which frightened the life out of me because I thought that she was waking up, but no she must have been dreaming. Having licked her for so long my tongue and mouth were beginning to suffer, so I began to look for alternative means of satisfaction. Would I dare to slip my cock inside her just to see what it would be like, she was certainly lubricated sufficiently, and I may never get another opportunity. Kneeling between her legs I guided my over eager shaft to the entrance of her pussy, then as I leaned forward, watching what I was doing, carefully guided the head inside her."What the hell do you think you're doing?" Oh fuck mother had woken up, she slapped my face while screaming for me to get off her. In my hurry to get back to my room I almost fell off the bed, tripped over the bedside rug, finally running from her bedroom. I slammed my bedroom door shut and sat on the side of my bed waiting for her to arrive any second to admonish me. Forgetting that I was still naked, I sat on the bed waiting. A minute passed nothing, five minutes passed still no signs of her, ten minutes past when there was a tap on the door. "Mark, Mark can I come in?" This was it, thinking the worst that she would probably throw me out of the house, I called out. "You can come in." Mother opened the door and walked in, surprising me to see she was still only wearing her purple nightdress, but with the straps again positioned over her shoulders. I suddenly realized I was still naked and covered myself with my hands.
She sat on the bed beside me and just looked at me for several seconds before saying, "Whatever got into you to do such a thing, you know it's wrong and classed as rape, why would you do it?"
By this time I was crying knowing how much I had upset her. She put her arms around my shoulder to pacify me, I could feel the softness of her breast and the silkiness of the satin material as it rubbed against my arm. Even with all that was going on I still had a full blown erection, I thought that there was no point making excuses so I told her that I loved her. She told me that she loved me, but I said, "No Jane you don't understand, I'm in love with you, I want you to be my wife, I want us to live together to sleep together and make love. Look what you do to me." I removed my hands from my lap, my erection was at its maximum. She stared at it, then at me, then back to it again. She took my face in her hands. "Darling you know we can't be husband and wife it's against the law, and classed as incest."
I found her statement a rather feeble excuse, she said nothing about her feelings for me, or that she wouldn't want to live as my wife. I took her hand brought it to my lap, and without any resistance wrapped her fingers around my manhood. Leaning forward, I pulled her towards me and kissed her, she didn't respond, but neither did she pull away. I placed an arm around her shoulder, pulling her close kissed her again, only this time I slipped a hand up to cup her breast. "Darling we mustn't, it's illegal." I turned her and laid her down on the bed then moved beside her. All the time she had her hand in my lap, holding my erection. I leaned over and kissed her again, this time she responded and kissed me back, "That's it Jane my beautiful Jane, you know you belong to me." "I know darling I've always been yours." As we continued to kiss my hands explored her body, her loud moans vibrating in my mouth as our arousals began to reach their peak. I spoke softly to her "Baby are you going to be a good girl for daddy?"
I didn't quite know what happened but the whole situation changed, Jane became the aggressor, she practically ripped her nightdress off, lying almost on top of me grabbed her tit and forced the nipple into my mouth telling me to "suck it you bastard, fucking suck it." Even for me, including the warning Irene gave me that Jane likes to talk dirty, it was still a shock to hear. She dragged the nipple from my mouth and impaled herself on my cock and fucked the life out of me, while all the time this filth just poured from her mouth, I loved it I loved her. She made me cum inside her, then remained straddled across me, kissing me until she could feel me becoming aroused again and saying when I was ready she would "Fucked me, fuck me and fuck me again," and she did while releasing sexual expletives all the time.
Time was a thing that I couldn't keep track of, but I knew it was early morning because the first glimmers of light was peering through the windows. I was shattered, Jane covered me up then slipped in beside me, pulling me close with her breasts against my mouth inducing me to suckle. Eventually Jane and I both fell asleep. It was somewhere near midday when I awoke, Jane was already awake and watching me with a worried look on her face. "Good morning." I never answered her, instead buried my face between her breasts. She made no sound but I could feel her body making slight jerking motions, and when I checked, tears were running down her cheeks. I pulled her close and asked why she was crying. "Oh Mark, darling, I'm so ashamed and so sorry for happened last night." I asked her if she was apologizing for allowing me have sex with her. "Oh darling the sex was wonderful, I'm so ashamed of my language, and the names I called you." The time was right to set boundaries for our love making, with every intention to make the infinitely wide.
"Sweetheart I loved the way you spoke to me and want to hear more like that, I'm only sorry that I didn't have the courage to talk back to you in that manner."
"Darling please don't say that, I want you to talk dirty to me, call me names, I am a whore and a slut, and I want you to tell me that. I will do anything you ask, make me your whore, if you want me to sleep with other men so you can watch, I will, or perform in front of your friends I will, anything you want."
I forbade to sleep with, or perform for any other men, but made sure that rule didn't apply to seeing other women because of Irene. I wanted to see them perform together, but how could I persuade her to perform with Irene, when she didn't know that I knew of her lesbian practices.
Taking her nipple in my mouth began to suck vigorously, while squeezing her tit as if I was encouraging milk to flow. "Oh Mark you've made me so happy, tell me what you want me to do."
It would seem as if she had given me an opportunity to find out about her dirty secrets. "Jane, tell me about all your dirty little sexual secrets." She stared into my eyes for a few seconds, I assumed trying to read my mind or weighing up what, if anything she should tell me. She snuggled up close to me, our heads on the pillow our faces an inch or so apart.
"Darling I don't quite know how you will receive what I'm about to tell you, however you asked me to tell you my secrets, so I will, but please let me finish before you judge me. After your father left I lost all faith in men and, apart from you, refusing to allow any to get close. However women, like men, have needs, sexual needs, so how do I satisfy those needs without the company of men. I have satisfied those needs by having a sexual relationship with Irene, Mrs. Brown, it's a lesbian relationship but neither of us are confirmed lesbians, it's a relationship of convenience. During the day when you're at college Irene and I sometimes get together at her house and have sex, pretty much as we have done, but without the love we have for each other. Don't get me wrong it becomes emotional due to the sexual feelings, but it's not love, I only have that with you."
"How did it all start, it's not as if you could walk up to her and say I want sex with you?"
"Well as you know Irene and I are friends and some days we would take it in turns to visit each other for morning coffee. Irene used to teach ballroom dancing until she had a problem with her knees and ankles, and had to give it up. One morning we were talking about dancing and as you have recently found out I can do most dances but I have never learnt the tango. I mentioned the fact to Irene so she said she would show me some simple steps. The tango is a dance of passion and it is said that to do it properly you need to have been intimate with your partner, we would be perfect for it. Anyway, first she showed me a few steps, then we did them together at arm's length, then we took up our position with Irene holding me really close and she started guiding me around the room. Our bodies were extremely close causing our breasts to slap and press against each other, our groins were rubbing together when our legs slipped between each other's.
"I was becoming aroused and when at the end of the demonstration she bent me backward, to simulate a kiss, she actually kissed me. I was so aroused having been sexually ignored for so long I kissed her back. She forced me to lie on the sofa then lay beside me trapping me beneath her. When I failed to object she continued to kiss me, in fact I held her close and kissed her back. Irene broke the kiss, hoisted herself up onto her elbow and look me in the eye. Staring at my face she began to unbutton her blouse, then lifted one of her large breast from her bra cup, shoved it in my face and said, 'Suck it bitch.' I was only too happy to take her plumb size nipple into my mouth and suckle, however, as I did, she leaned forward cover my face with the soft flesh of her breast, so much so I couldn't breathe. Every now and again she would ease herself back to allow me to take in air.
"My disappointment was obvious when Irene pulled away from my clutches to hoist herself back on an elbow. I wrapped both my hands around her breast, squeezing them while I continued to suckle. She lowered herself to give me a quick kiss then said, 'That's it baby, you suck mommy's tit while she slips her hand up your skirt.' Her hand slid up my leg, her fingers stroked my sex on the outside of my panties, in my frustration I raised my butt off the sofa, forcing my crotch against her hand, begging her to slip a finger inside me. Irene pulled her hand out from under my skirt, stood up saying. 'I've got something for you, don't go away and don't go off the boil.' While she was gone I pulled my skirt up and pleasured myself, which had been the only way in the past, that I achieved some resemblance of sexual satisfaction.
"When Irene returned the front of her skirt was sticking out considerably, and the hem at the front raised much higher than the hem at the back. She took off her blouse, underneath she was wearing a strapless corset where the bra cups were unable to contain her large breasts so they hung over the top. She lowered her skirt exposing a dildo inserted into the corset with straps suspended from the corset holding up sheer glossy stockings. Back on the sofa she knelt between my legs then leaned over me, her hands placed either side of my body, causing her large breasts to dangle down. Irene began to make demands. 'Get your tits out bitch.' I opened my blouse and pulled my bra up to my chin exposing my breasts. 'You look like a little girl,' making me scream as she pinched a nipple hard. A little girl, I knew of no little girl that had 38D's but I suppose compared to Irene's they were small. 'Now hold my cock and guide it into your pussy because you need to be fucked.' I wrapped my hand around the dildo and guided down into the entrance of my sex allowing Irene to penetrate me.
"God it felt so good, it had been years since I had anything of that size inside me. Pulling her closer our breasts crushed against each other, while she forced her lips against mine. As she pummeled my body she spoke of you, did you creep into my bed and force yourself on me? Did I like you fucking me? Did I suck your cock and did I want to have your baby? She was driving me crazy, I never realized Irene was such a slut, but I was one too because I loved everything she was saying and doing to me. She discovered my secret about how I yearned for you to make love to me. Every time she wore the dildo I called her Mark, and she called me mommy. When I wore it, I was you, she was me, our sexual relationship always being between Mark and Jane. Overtime we bought more toys and sexy outfits."
"Show me the sex toys and your sexy outfits."
"I can't, I keep everything at Irene's, just in case you searched my bedroom, which may have been quite innocent; you could have been looking for something."
Jane was getting agitated as we lay there with me saying nothing until she stroked my face and kissed me. "I want you and Irene to perform for me, show me how you do it, and after I want to fuck both of you."
"Mark I don't know if she will agree to what you're asking."
"Then you had better persuade her. I want you both here next Saturday night, and tell her to bring all the sex toys and outfits with her."
Jane's story had an effect on me, my arousal was screaming for satisfaction, demanding I take action to relieve my frustration. Pulling her close, forcing my lips against hers, before clambering on top to crush her tits with my chest and shoving my fingers up her pussy, first one, then two, three, finally four stretching her to the limit as I failed to get my whole hand inside her. She began screaming at me to take her, complying with her wishes I rammed myself inside and for what almost could be considered as rape, forcefully fucked her. Jane enjoyed every second of my attention towards her with us both climaxing together. We lay there shattered, not moving, me on top, our cheeks side by side, my chin clamped over her shoulder. I could feel myself involuntary softening, but there was little chance of me slipping all the way out after she refused to allow me to lift myself off her.
"Darling please don't move, I need to tell you something, something that I have never told anybody, not even Irene. As I have often told you my mother died when I was sixteen, which meant that I had to cook and clean house for my father while he worked. I was eighteen, when one Saturday morning while cleaning the house my father got called back into work. I carried on with my routine and began to clean my father's bedroom. The one thing that I had never done was to look in his closet or drawers, but I suppose being a woman I was curious to see what he kept in them, apart from his clothes. In a couple of drawers I found lingerie, expensive lingerie and when I checked the sizes they could have only been my mothers. Even at eighteen my breast were a size larger than hers.
"With nobody around I decided to try some on, picking out a coffee colored satin and lace lingerie set I undressed and put it on. Wearing a half cup bra, garter belt, bikini panties and stockings, I began to parade around the room, watching in the closet mirrors as my breasts, pushed up by the small bra, wobbled, shook and jiggled around. I wondered if he kept any other things of my mother's, and found when I looked in a closet, matching leather stilettoes. The whole ensemble felt luxurious and while posing in the mirror heard my father shout, 'What the hell do you think you're doing?' I froze, not knowing what to say, I just looked at him. He sat on the side of the bed, leaned forward and put his head in his hands and began to cry. I couldn't just stand there watching him cry so I went over to him and cradled his head against me. His face was pressed against my breasts. My attempt to comfort him by stroking his head and face was unsuccessful, as was resting the side of my face on the top of his head. I kissed him on the forehead, the bridge of the nose, his cheek and finally on the lips. As we kissed I felt his fingers slip into the crotch of the panties and he began to rub me before easing his fingers inside me.
"For me the situation was worrying but at the same time I was excited, apprehensive about what was to happen next, but whatever it was I was desperate for it to happen. Even without thinking I pushed him down forcing him to lie on the bed with me on top of him, his hand sandwiched between us, while his fingers played inside me providing enormous pleasure. Sliding my hand between us with the intention of slipping my hand in his pants while he fingered me, I felt his erection, his cock feeling like a stiff rod lying along his stomach. Never having been with a man before I wasn't sure what to expect, but knew things had to progress far more than the current situation. I moved up his body and sat straddled across his chest, he pulled me down by my bra's straps, then forced them down my arm dragging the bra cups with them to expose my breasts. He pulled me down to suck my breast while unclipping and pulling my mother's bra from me. As we kissed he rolled me over onto my back with him now on top.
"He called me a, 'Fucking whore,' as he forced more fingers inside me. The problem was I didn't know whether everybody acted that way, so I just accepted it as the norm. For me at that time his language was course, never having heard him talk that before, for all I knew he may have spoken to my mother like it. He said, 'Get those fucking panties off, I eased them down and kicked them off. Grabbing my ankles he forced my legs wide apart then moved up between them and began to poke and prod me before asking, 'How many boys have fucked that cunt? I bet you've fucked every boy in the school you whore.' I was so upset, for him to even think I was that type of girl. It seemed to make no difference when I told him that I had never been with a boy or a man. 'Well,' he said, 'there's always a first time and today is your lucky day, daddy's going to be the first to fuck you.' He released a monster when he took his pants off.
"I was petrified; thinking there was no way he was going to get that thing inside me. He pushed it against me with instructions to guide him in, I was too frightened not to do what he asked, but pleaded with him to be gentle. I held this monster against my sex and he began to push. Initially it seemed okay but the deeper he penetrated me the more painful it became, until I could stand it no longer and screamed out in pain. Daddy backed out a little, then penetrated a little deeper, then back again, then deeper still. All the time he was hurting me until he was fully inserted then gradually worked himself, and me, up into a frenzy. I had never experienced such sensations. He got me so worked up as he brought me close to my first orgasm, that I wrapped my arms and legs around him, biting and scratching and calling him all the abusive names I could lay my tongue to. Finally, I orgasmed, as did he, the only difference being, he was shattered and I was ready to go again.
"He kept me in his bedroom performing for him until well into the afternoon. From that day I slept with him every night until the eve of my wedding. Most nights he would undress me and pick from a suitcase one of many items of a sexual nature worn by my mother. There was all types of lingerie, skimpy dresses, (some see through), rubber type suits and a few sex toys. I was beginning to see my mother in a different light. My life with my father making me perform all those sexual acts using me for his own pleasure was degrading, it wasn't love it was lust, and I married your father just to get away from him. Don't get me wrong I loved your father he was gentle and kind but unadventurous in bed. Our love making was unexciting, repetitious monotonous even, and I was beginning to realize it was your grandfather's type of sexual prowess that I needed, but with someone I loved and who loved me. Darling you are very much like your grandfather, nothing like your father, I love you and I believe you love me."
Laying there listening to her story caused me to become aroused, reaching a full erection just as she was finishing. She knew we were not finished and I wanted to emulate my grandfather by undressing her and dressing her in sexy outfits. I instructed her to buy similar outfits to her mothers and in her mother's size.
"Darling but I still have the suit case with all of mommy's clothes." I asked if she would wear something for me, and when she asked me what I would like to see her wear, suggested the same satin and lace lingerie set she mentioned in her story. "Daddy would like to see baby wearing mommy's clothes, is my baby going to be a good girl for daddy and do as she is told?" The strangest thing happened, because I was talking to her as if she was a little girl, her voice change and began to talk babyish. Playing along I began to ease myself back and forth inside her, "There's daddies little girl, come on baby tell me you're a good girl and want to be daddies whore, so he can fuck you and stuff your cunt with his cock." In one movement Jane turned me over onto my back and began pounding away on me like a steam hammer, causing her tits to flop about with some abandonment.
Recovering from our short but intense sexual interlude Jane kissed me as she left to change into her mother's lingerie. On her return I instructed her to stand at the foot of the bed and began to question her. "Did you wear your mother's clothes for my father?" She told me that she hadn't, I wanted to know why. Apparently my father knew very little of her life before they married and nothing of her relationship with her father, consequently she never told him about the suit case containing her mother's clothes. I asked about Irene and why she hadn't told her about the suit case of sexy outfits instead of going out to buy more? Jane told me that she didn't want Irene to know anything about her previous life, but she just wanted to enjoy her present companionship. I told Jane to go back into her own bedroom and to pose in the mirror, I would be along shortly after.
I walked into her bedroom Jane was posing in the mirror, I shouted out 'What the hell do you think you're doing?' She just looked at me probably a little puzzled about what was happening. Sitting on the side of bed with my hands covering my face I pretended to cry. Jane approached and pulled my head to her breast and caressed me while I slipped both hands inside her underwear, one fondling her at the font and one fondling her butt. My fingers were busy inside her, two stretching her pussy one working her sphincter. While leaning over kissing me, she unclipped, removed her bra before pulling my head back against her naked breasts offering her nipple for me to suck. Jane pushed me down to lie on the bed then with some difficulty moved herself around into the sixty nine position, without me having to slip my fingers from her body. She certainly needed no excuse to give me a blow job, working enthusiastically, her teeth lightly scraping across the top of my cock creating unbelievable sensations, her mouth warm and moist, and especially welcoming, when I cum.
It was late afternoon by the time we had exhausted ourselves, we hadn't eaten all day and were both starving. I asked Jane if she would like to go out to a restaurant for a meal, but she preferred to send out for Chinese or pizza. From our all our sexual activities that day we were both messy so the first thing was to clean up. We showered together, which took time, due to our kissing and cuddling under the warm running water, then dressed in our respective bedrooms, mainly because that's where our clothes were, but that was about to change. I decided to dress smart, casual but smart, not lying around in sweats as I normally did. Jane must have had a similar idea because she looked fantastic wearing an extremely tight low cut sweater, showing off a considerable amount of cleavage and mini skirt. I had often seen her wearing sweaters but never as low cut as the one she was wearing, and I had never seen her wear a mini skirt, I didn't even know she owned one. She later confessed the clothes were from her mother's suit case.
After our meal we snuggled up on the sofa kissing and fondling each other and discussing our new and future relationships. It turned out that Jane was concerned about inviting Irene over to spend the night with us, unsure how to explain the change in our relationship. We eventually agreed that because Irene knew Jane was sexually attracted to me our story was that I crept into her bed in the early hours of the morning and while she was asleep began to kiss and caress her. By the time she awoke she was so aroused that she never prevented me from making love to her, in fact she encouraged me. Later I forced her to tell me her dirty secrets and that's how I came to find out about Irene, finally suggesting a threesome. Jane was happy with the explanation and said she would put the suggestion to Irene in the week.
I phoned Irene first thing Monday morning from work, asking her to meet me in the car park of a wooded area, only a few minutes' walk from where I worked. It was about a half an hour's drive for her and knew the place reasonably well, because we had met there before, several times. She was wearing her trench coat which meant she was probably wearing only a bra and underwear beneath. I gave Irene a brief description of how I seduced my mother, based on the story Jane and I concocted, and how I pressured her to tell me her dirty secrets, and that's how I supposedly found out her and Jane. I told Irene that, on my suggestion, Jane would invite her over Saturday evening with the intention of having a three-way sex romp which should last most of the night, continuing through Sunday. I suggested that when Jane asks, she should seem to be a little reluctant at first, and only after some persuasion should she agree to join us, that's of course if she wanted to. I mentioned the fact that she would be asked to bring the sexy outfits and toys with her. Irene said she was looking forward to a night of passion. After our little discussion Irene opened her trench coat giving me the opportunity to fondle and suck her breasts while working my fingers inside her, while she ducked her head in my lap to exercise her lips.
Saturday evening, in a romantic setting, the three of us sat down to a Chinese takeaway before ending up in the bedroom together. But that's another story.
The End
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