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The Mothers in My Life
by Len (no address provided)

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The story of about my introduction to sex by my 
mother. (F/m-teen, ped, inc, mast)

***

Author Note: The following, although sounding like a 
fabrication, is true, every word. The only things that 
have been changed are the names of those involved, so 
that they can't be identified.

***

My name is Len, and I am now 45 years old. I was 
married to Anne for 14 years and have three lovely 
children. I live in the southeast of the UK. 

My first sexual experience occurred when I was 11 
years old. My parents split up at this time and this 
affected me quite badly, resulting in me going through 
a period of having nightmares for a short while after 
the break up. At the time I lived with my mother and 
didn't see my father at all after he left.

On the evening in question, I had had a nightmare and 
gone into my mother's room. She was lying in bed 
watching the small portable TV, and when I walked in 
she had reassured me and thrown back the covers 
indicating that I should get in beside her. I did so 
and cuddled up beside her, still a little upset from 
the nightmare that I'd had. She started to caress my 
head and the back of my neck telling me that it was a 
nightmare and that I didn't need to worry anymore.

This went on for about ten minutes with me finding 
what she was doing very pleasant and moving and 
pulling my pyjama jacket up so that she was able to 
'tickle' the whole of my back. My mother then 
announced that it was her turn, and turned her back on 
me so that I was able to do the same thing to her, but 
through the material of the nightshirt that she was 
wearing.

This was not the first time that this sort of thing 
had happened, but what happened next was definitely a 
new experience for me. My mother rolled over on to her 
back, slowly turned her head towards me and told me 
that she wanted me to do something else for her, but 
that I must promise that I would never ever tell 
anyone about it. I promised her that I wouldn't and 
asked her what it was. She unbuttoned her nightshirt 
and slipped it off her shoulders to expose her 
breasts, her bottom half was still covered by the 
duvet, and asked me if I'd 'tickle her like this.' She 
started to move her fingertips up and down between her 
breasts.

We were a fairly open family and I had often seen my 
mother naked in the bath so wasn't as shocked as you 
would expect, and didn't see anything wrong with her 
asking me to do what she had. I did as requested and 
slowly moved my fingertips up and down in the valley 
between her breasts whilst watching the programme on 
TV.

The next thing that happened was that my mother gently 
took my hand and said 'Can you please tickle me here.' 
As she said this she moved my hand, taking my index 
finger and slowly circling it around her nipple. When 
she let go of my hand I carried on doing this, but was 
obviously doing it too fast and being a bit rough as 
she asked to do it more slowly and a little more 
gently.

I carried on doing this and after about five minutes 
noticed that my mother's breathing was getting faster. 
She was also shaking slightly and whispering 'Oh, 
that's nice, that's really nice, just like that, 
baby.'

After about another five minutes she started to make 
little grunting noises and I noticed that she was 
doing the same thing to her left breast that I was 
doing to her right. By this stage she was starting to 
shake a lot and then starting to squeal slightly. I 
thought that I was hurting her again and stopped what 
I was doing and moved my hand away saying, 'I'm sorry, 
Mum, I didn't mean to hurt you.'

She shushed me and reassured me that I wasn't hurting 
her and explained that she had been making the noises 
because what I was doing was so nice. She asked me to 
carry on what I had been doing, which I did. After 
another couple of minutes, she reached up and took my 
hand, moving it slowly down her body until I could 
feel hair underneath my fingers. My mother looked at 
me and asked me if I would do something else for her 
that would be even nicer than what I'd been doing 
already. I really wanted to be able to do something 
nice for her, but had no idea what it was she wanted 
me to do. 

She guided my fingers down to something that felt very 
wet and very warm and asked me to move them up and 
down there, which I did. Again she started to shake 
and moan, but was also whispering 'That's it baby, 
that's so nice, please don't stop, Mummy feels so 
good.' When I looked over she was squeezing both of 
her breasts and pinching her nipples before starting 
to breathe really heavily and grunt. 

 She then did something that really surprised me. She 
moved one of her hands down and moved my hand further 
down the wet area, until I could feel two of my 
fingers sinking into a warm, wet cavern. My mother 
started whispering 'Oh that's it baby, put them in me, 
move them in and out, nice and slowly, but don't 
stop.' 

I did as I was asked and noticed that my mother was 
shaking again. Her hand was on top of mine controlling 
the speed with which I moved, the other still 
squeezing and pinching her breast. Then suddenly she 
started moaning, repeating over and over 'Oh yes!' and 
shaking quite violently. Then she went completely 
rigid, gritted her teeth and shocked me by gasping 'Oh 
shit that's it.'

She stayed rigid for almost a minute before relaxing 
and gasping for breath. My fingers were still in the 
warm wet place but no longer moving as her hand was 
holding mine still. She was still shaking slightly and 
panting as she moved my hand up her body and kissed my 
fingers before saying 'Thank you baby, that was so 
nice, you've made your Mum very happy.' She then gave 
me a very gentle kiss on the lips.

Whilst all this was happening, I had been surprised 
that my little willie had become very hard and 
although it was a nice feeling, I felt the need to 
pee. I told my mother this and got out of the bed. As 
I did so, she asked me to turn around, looking down at 
my groin and my willie poking out and just said 'Oh 
dear, you'd better go to the toilet.'

When I did go, I found it very difficult to pee and 
couldn't do so until my willie had gone soft. When I 
got back to my mother's bedroom, she asked me why I 
had been so long, so I told her the problem that I'd 
had. She just laughed and 'I'm sorry darling that was 
my fault. Did it hurt or was it nice?' I told her that 
when it was hard it had felt nice, but had hurt when I 
tried to wee. She just threw back the duvet, patted 
the bed beside her and said 'I know how to make it 
feel better again, and as you've done something nice 
for me its only fair that I do something nice for 
you.'

As I was getting into the bed, she said to me that I 
should take my pyjamas off, but I said to her that I'd 
get cold. She promised me that she wouldn't let me get 
cold, and said that we should both be the same. She 
sat up and pulled her nightshirt over her head so that 
she too was completely naked. She lay down again and 
pulled the duvet over us both.

We lay there for a few minutes, before she asked me if 
I'd like her to tickle me again. I said that I would 
and she gently ran her fingertips over my chest and 
tummy. 'Why don't you tickle me again' she whispered. 
I did as I was asked, making circles around her 
nipples as I had earlier, noticing that my willie was 
getting hard again. Then my mother did something that 
totally surprised me. She moved her hand and grasped 
my hardening member with two fingers and her thumb and 
started to rub it up and down. This was a totally new 
experience for me, but I was enjoying it. My mother 
seemed to be as well, as she was starting to breathe 
heavily again.

I kept tickling her breasts and she kept rubbing my 
willie, then after five minutes or so I felt a very 
strange feeling in my groin, almost as if I was going 
to pee. I told my mother this, but she just said 
'Don't worry baby, just lie back and enjoy it.'

I stopped tickling her breasts as the feeling became 
stronger, helped by the fact that my mother's rubbing 
had got faster, and then it happened. I had a feeling 
like I was peeing, but it was different because it 
felt so nice.

As soon as the feeling subsided I started apologising 
to my mother for wetting the bed. She just hugged me 
and smiled, reassuring me that I hadn't done, and that 
what I'd felt had been because of what she'd been 
doing. She asked me if it had felt nice, which I had 
to admit it had. She told me that I would be able to 
do that to myself sometimes, and that when I was older 
I'd have more understanding. In the meantime, she 
again made me promise that I would never tell anyone 
what had happened.

END

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is 
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in 
real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real 
life" can look forward to many unproductive years 
getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their 
local prison system.
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