"Uncle Ron told me that all a man has to do to get in your knickers is to massage your face and ears like this and it's the magic key that unlocks your legs!"

I gasped at my son's sudden sexual confidence as I tried to shake my head, "Ron is always so full of shit darling, take whatever he tells you with a pinch of salt!"

"Uncle Ron told me that he was your boyfriend before dad and that he fucked you about a million times before he dropped you for a girl with bigger tits but he also said that he wishes that he hadn't because you grew much bigger breasts than her in just a few months!"

I started to edge to my left, trying to get out from under Peter's grasp, "Your father knew that I went out with Ron before him!"

Peter matched my movement, "Does dad know that you let his brother fuck you at your hen party?"

That caused me to gasp, Ron had let a very big cat out of a very little bag, I also gasped because Peter had started to work on massaging my ears, neck and cheek again. Ron was spot on about my little 'Turn-on', I always got sexually reckless whenever a man...or woman...touched me like that.

"Does dad know that after his brother fucked you on your hen night...you let the whole football team follow him up your garden path?"

I shook my head as Peter stabbed his hips forward, his cockhead pressed against my pussy mound hard before it jumped down, rubbing over my excited clitoris at about fifty miles an hour under the pressure.

Peter leaned his upper body back a little to look at the two bull's eyes showing through the thin top of my nighty and then lower down, where his cockhead was pressing my nighty tight against my pubic hair, allowing the dark triangle to show through the material even more than before.

"Ron told me that you still have a fantastic body, the best body of a woman of your age in the whole county..." Peter chuckled again, "...he told me that I wouldn't find a better fuck to be my first than you, even if you are my mother. He also told me that I should be firm with you, not take no for an answer, he told me to make sure that I had dad on speed dial, just in case you didn't get turned on enough by my massaging you...oh, and Ron will be here at ten o'clock, so if I don't want to share you with him, I've got to be finished with you by then!"

Peter eased the pressure off of his cock between my legs, "I'd like you to take your nighty off for me now mother please!"

Peter had released my face now and normally I calmed down instantly that the massaging stopped but I was turned on more than I'd ever been before in my life and that included the weekend of my hen party when Ron was fucking me in front of all the players from the village's football team and they were queuing up behind him to take their turn at me.

Peter pulled his shorts down as I pulled my nighty off over my head, his cock wasn't very big really but I'd had smaller, much smaller in my past but never a cock as young as his, even when I started having sex at the age of eleven years old, the cocks were all hanging down from the abdomens of much older men...my husband was actually one of the youngest cocks I'd had before I was married and he was ten years older than me.

Whet Peter lacked in length and girth, he more than made up for in enthusiasm and resolve, he was determined to do me against the sink. He managed to get the head of his cock engaged and then he went off like the energiser bunny, his cock's head slipping out after just three cycles and he actually climaxed against my bum-crack instead of in my pussy, he was devastated, this was his big 'Cherry-busting' event and he'd missed his target by a few inches.

He started to apologise and was babbling a little, all hint of his earlier bravery and self confidence had evaporated as he shot his load of spunk into my bum-crack. I may have been blackmailed into letting Peter fuck me but he had managed to turn me on first, even though he didn't really need to, the blackmail on its own guaranteed his access but he had tried to excite me as well.

I took his hand, "Come on Peter...screwing standing up is very advanced even for adults to try and most don't get it right!"

Peter looked a little confused, he had tried to fuck me, he had engaged his cock but it had slipped out and the friction caused by the slip had driven him over the edge and now that he was flaccid and confused, I wasn't getting dressed straight away, I wasn't angry with him, I wasn't insisting that he put his shorts back on. I was pulling him towards the stairs and I was saying soothing words to him like, "Never mind darling, you'll soon get your erection back..." and "...Let's go up to my bedroom, see if we can't get rid of that pesky virginity of yours!"

Peter looked bewildered as I pulled him behind me on the stairs, his look changed to startled as I lay on my back and opened my legs for him inviting him to get on top of me. He hopped up the length of my bed like a frog and engaged his erection again, only this time, it wasn't just his cockhead in my pussy, all of his four inch length was seated in me.

He bounced on top of me like the energiser bunny again, I looked at my bedside clock, twenty-six seconds from slipping in to spurting off again.

"Did you get it all out of your system that time darling?"

He looked a little ashamed of himself as he nodded his head.

"Well, let that be the last time you take your own pleasure out of a girl without giving something back to her!"

He looked confused again..."Peter darling, never climax until after you have given your partner her fun...now, what did your uncle tell you turned me on?"

He started to massage the side of my face, neck, jaw and ear, "Like this!"

I purred, "That's a good start..." I started to roll my hips, his cock was still just in me, my cunt hadn't spat him out yet so now I was fucking up into him, "...now, kiss me at the same time!"

It did feel a little strange kissing my son passionately as we fucked for the first few minutes but as he regained his erection and I started to guide him to fuck me the way that I liked to be fucked, I rationalised that he was just a younger version of my husband but where John was stuck in his ways and was unwilling to learn new tricks, Peter was a sponge and willing to take everything I was teaching him on board and improve the way he delivered sex.

I taught him the anatomy of a woman, the way that a subtle movement on his part could dramatically improve the pleasure that he could deliver with his cock and also that women could be subtly different and feel pleasure in different ways and that it was up to him to discover the right pathway to please each woman.

I remembered back to my first time. I was just nine years old and the man was in his forties...it was a snatched moment on the park, my mum was supposedly watching me as I played with my friends but she was smoking a fag and chatting with one of our neighbours...well, more like she was chatting with him while he was flirting with her and keeping her distracted, keeping her back to me while his friend hit on me. I was talked into a fort built under a climbing frame on the play park, he bent me forward and pulled the back of my knickers down and forced his cock into my pussy even though it hurt me so much that I was crying as he pumped into my tight cunt for twenty seconds before flooding my body out with his spunk.

I was given sweets as payment for my letting the man fuck me and ten seconds later, he was out in the park again, he carefully scanned all around the park as he stood in front of the climbing frame, checking to make sure that no one was watching him leaving the fort. He told me to stop in the fort and not to pull my knickers up because his friend would come over to me to look after me. He took a circuitous route to my mother so that he approached her from the direction of the main gate rather than from the direction of the play area and he took over flirting with my mother while his friend came looking for me.

The man who had started out distracting my mother came into the fort with me, he had a hold-all full of useful stuff, he gave me a can of pop to drink as he spoke soothing words to me, he also had wet wipes to clean my face of my tears as well as clean the blood from around my pussy. He had creams, ointments and unction's in his bag. He tried to put his index finger up into my pussy but it was too painful so he coated the finger in a painkilling ointment and pushed that deep into my body, then he pulled a tampon out of his bag, unwrapped it, then he coated that with painkilling ointment as well and he inserted that deep into my body as well.

I had to suck his cock for him because he couldn't fuck me the way that he wanted to and I had to agree to let him do me properly a week later when I was all heeled up inside. His spunk tasted disgusting but I got more sweeties and I still had a little of the can of pop that I'd been given to take the foul taste away.

Before he left me, he checked that there was no trace of blood on my legs or my knickers, he found a few spots of blood on the gusset of my pink knickers but fortunately he had several different pairs of knickers in his bag, I'd left the house with pink cotton knickers on my bottom and would be going home in white nylon knickers but at least my arse would be covered...better than my mother catching me without any knickers, that might have made her look more closely at what was going on.

I started my tenth orgasm...Peter was experimenting, he was pushing up as well as into me so that the head of his cock rubbed against the roof of my vagina, tickling the little 'G-spot' up there, he smiled through the kiss as he realised that he had found another route to give me an orgasm and I compared my first sexual experience with my son's.

I was in a cold play area on a park, I was terrified, my mother was just twenty feet away from me but had no idea that I had just started out on my sexual path, I had thirty seconds of fucking followed by three minutes of sucking and all the time I could see my mother talking to the other man and I also knew that the other man could actually see what was being done to me. At least Peter was warm, he wasn't terrified, he was comfortable and he was learning something about life and pleasure. And his mother wasn't twenty feet away as he lost his virginity, she was right there, under his body, taking several loads of his seed in her cunt.

I let him have one last climax into me and then I reminded him that he was supposed to be playing football on the park with his friends. Peter was perfectly happy to run off to play football with the smell of our sex still on his body. I...well, I'm a woman and not a boy and even though I was expecting to get smelly again in a few minutes, I still needed to take a shower and wash my vagina out, washing four loads of my son's semen out of my body before I started all over again with my brother-in-law.

My first sex happened when I was only nine years old but I didn't get my first orgasm from a man until I was eleven and that man was Ron Clarke, my husband's brother. He taught me how to climax...taught me how to have fun with sex, he also got me onto birth control so that I could stop worrying about fucking whenever I wanted to. I was his girlfriend for a few years...well, on and off girlfriend, he had lots of other girls at the same time. In the end, he talked his younger brother into going out with me and then into marrying me so that I'd be available to him whenever he needed a little extra loving that his own wife wouldn't deliver.

I did little more than a pirouette under the shower spray, I didn't even get my hair wet, fifteen seconds in and out of the shower and I ran across my bedroom rubbing myself all over with a towel. I passed my bedroom window as Peter and his Uncle Ron crossed on the driveway in front of the house. Ron tousled Peter's hair in passing. I didn't hear the conversation, I saw Peter nod his head and Ron's face split into a grin before he pushed Peter away with a congratulatory slap on my son's shoulder and then Ron ran up to my bedroom.

"Did you have to tell Peter that the first time you fucked me I was standing up at the kitchen sink?"

Ron laughed, "Peter just has a thing about people's first time...did it give you a problem?"

"He tried to fuck me at the sink but his cock wasn't big enough...I think he felt a failure and it took me an age to convince him to come up to the bedroom and try again...why the hell didn't you tell him that you did me from behind and that you were twenty years old at the time, he thought that we were doing it face to face. I could have made it happen if I'd been facing the sink and could have bent over to help his angle of entry."

"How was he?"

The 'How was he' was punctuated by Ron stabbing his cock into me, just the way he knew I liked it best, from a low angle and thrusting up against the roof of my vagina to hit the magic 'G=-spot'. Ron liked to start my orgasm off that way with a few short thrusts before transitioning into flat and level fucking at a high speed for five minutes. After Ron's first orgasm, if we had the time for more, he liked me to spend an hour worshiping his cock with my mouth until he was hard again and then he would pick a fresh position for the next thirty minutes of fucking. He could reach a second orgasm in around forty-five minutes but if he changed positions every thirty minutes, he could keep up the sex all day or until he had to go back to his other life.

It was almost like a well choreographed dance routine or a tag-team wrestling match, Peter had left to play football just as Ron turned up and five hours later when Ron was finished with me, he and Peter crossed on the drive again.

Peter was muddy and smelled of sweat from running around the football pitch for five hours...I was sweaty and stank of sex from five hours of running around my bedroom with Ron so I invited Peter to have a bath with me. I rubbed soap all over his cock and then straddled his hips to use his cock as a loofah to clean his uncle's spunk out of my cunt.

After our bath together I let Peter take me to bed again and this time, I let Peter have his head, I just let him do whatever he wanted to do to me but he had remembered everything I'd taught him from earlier, he wanted to get his own pleasure but he also got pleasure just from the act of giving me my orgasm before he took his own.

As we lay side by side panting down from a rather energetic fuck together, I told Peter that now he was good enough at sex, he would be expected to visit his Aunty Mary, Ron's wife, to look after her while Ron was fucking me the next time his father was working away.

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