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The Mothers In My Life - 2
by Len (no address provided)

***

Continuing on from part one, recounting a further 
experience with my mother. (F/m-teen, ped, inc)

***

PART 2

After this first incident, nothing occurred again for 
several years, and it was never mentioned between us. 
I went off to boarding school and learnt about the 
'facts of life,' ably assisted by various top shelf 
magazines, and like any other teenager attempted to 
wank myself into oblivion. I was also assisted by 
various girlfriends and lost my virginity two months 
before my thirteenth birthday (seduced by an 'older 
woman,' six months older than me). This 'education' 
also made me realise what had happened on that night 
and fuelled many 'wank fantasies' in my early 
pubescent period.
 
When I was fifteen, I had my second experience with my 
mother. I was at home alone, as my mother had gone to 
a leaving party for one of her colleagues, and was 
lying in bed. I hadn't been able to sleep and decided 
that what I needed was a bit of self-abuse to get me 
off (no pun intended). I raided my secret stash of 
pornos and started flicking through whilst gently 
wanking myself. 

Suddenly, to my horror, my door opened and my mother 
announced that she was home. I'd been concentrating so 
hard on the pictures in front of me that I hadn't 
heard the front door. I was mortified and tried to 
hide the magazine and cover myself with my duvet in 
one movement. My mother looked shocked, and then 
apologised at the same time as I was apologising to 
her. But rather than leaving, she stood in the 
doorway. She told me that I had no need to apologise 
and that what I had been doing was perfectly natural 
as well as normal. I noticed that her speech was 
slightly slurred and that there was a faint whiff of 
alcohol from her.

It didn't stop me from feeling mortified, or from 
apologising, but again she reassured me, and then 
floored me by telling me that she had found my stash 
of magazines months ago. She went on to explain that 
she understood that as a teenage boy I would look at 
these magazines and that I would have 'rampant 
hormones.' She asked me which one I'd been looking at, 
then stepped forward and sat on my bed. I lay frozen, 
the duvet still pulled up to my chin. 'Come on then, 
hand it over. Don't worry. I'll let you have it back.' 
She put her hand out, and I reluctantly passed her the 
magazine.

She sat on the bed flicking through it, then turned 
and said 'So what are you, a tit man, a bum man or a 
leg man?' I lay in silence. 'Don't be shy, you can 
tell your Mum, I won't be upset or embarrassed. After 
what we did a few years ago, how could I be?' She 
giggled slightly, and then looked serious. 'You've 
never told anyone, have you?' I assured her that I 
hadn't. 'Good. And there's no need to be embarrassed. 
Everybody does it, masturbating, wanking, whatever you 
want to call it.' Hearing her say 'wanking' was 
bizarre, because she was generally very prim and 
proper, only saying the occasional 'bloody.' 'And you 
still haven't answered my question, tits, bums or 
legs?'

I stammered a very wishy-washy reply of 'It depends.' 

'On what?' she asked. 

'On lots of things,' I replied, 'Whether she's pretty, 
what she's wearing, all sorts.'

Mum was still flicking through the magazine, and then 
stopped. 'So this girl obviously gets you going.' She 
turned the pages so that I could see. It was a pretty 
blonde girl, reasonably large tits, and naked except 
for a pair of black stockings and suspenders. She was 
lying on her back with her legs slightly apart. 'But 
I'm only guessing from the state of the pages.' The 
pages were torn in a couple of places where they had 
been stuck together when I'd cum on them previously. 

I flushed completely scarlet, but my mother reassured 
me. 'I told you, it's nothing to be embarrassed about. 
Everybody masturbates. You obviously do, your friends 
do and even I do.' The latter was a bit of shocker, as 
I'd never thought about my mother doing anything like 
that, even after that evening all those years ago. 
'Does that surprise you? I don't know why, I may be an 
old lady, but I still get randy. So what is it about 
this girl?' She thrust the magazine towards me. 

'Mum, this is really embarrassing!' I protested, but 
she was having none of it and still wanted an answer. 
'Well, she is quite pretty, I suppose,' she continued, 
'And she does have fairly good boobs. She's a nice 
shape. And,' she paused dramatically, 'She is wearing 
stockings. Is that it?' She looked knowingly at me. I 
was absolutely scarlet by now. Face, chest, arms, 
everywhere. I nodded, sheepishly. 

Mum laughed. 'What is it about men and stockings? I 
tell you something, if men had to wear them, they 
wouldn't find them sexy. Hold-ups don't and suspenders 
are awkward, particularly when they come undone at 
inopportune moments.' She started giggling like a 
young girl and then said 'So, what is it?'

I was still totally scarlet and mumbled that I wasn't 
sure, but they were just sexy. 'So is this sexy?' She 
stood up and lifted the hem of her dress to reveal 
that she was wearing stockings. Even after all this 
time, the image is burned in my memory. The stockings 
were tan and held in place by a light blue suspender 
belt, which matched the knickers that she was wearing, 
the gusset of which I could just get a glimpse of 
below the uplifted dress.

I protested that this was embarrassing me even more, 
but she just retorted 'It's not as if you haven't seen 
me wearing less than this!' She sat herself down this 
time in the armchair at the bottom of my bed, 
revealing a bit more of her knickers, picked up the 
magazine and asked me 'So who looks better, me or 
her?'

I protested again, but again, she was having none of 
it, insisting on an answer. I felt in a very difficult 
position. To tell her the woman in the magazine might 
upset my mother, but to tell her that it was her 
seemed wrong. Added to this was the fact that my 
hormones were starting to work and with the vision of 
a woman displaying her stockings and knickers, even 
though that woman was my mother, my cock was starting 
to grow again. I decided to go for the coward's option 
and mumbled that they were both pretty much the same.

'What if I was in the same pose as her? Who'd 'win' 
then?' I was totally shocked and protested with a loud 
'Mum!' She just put her head on one side and looked at 
me. 'Don't give me that, young man. I can see you 
looking up my dress. Like what you see?' 

I wasn't prepared for what she did next. Very quickly, 
she leaned forward, grabbed my duvet and pulled it off 
the bed, leaving me totally exposed, including my 
rapidly hardening prick. 'Obviously you do,' she said 
with a wicked grin. 'So does the sight of your Mum 
showing you her knickers and stockings make you feel 
like wanking? I bet it does. And I bet that you think 
that after I've gone to bed you're going to lie there, 
the image of this in your mind whilst jerking 
yourself, don't you?' 

I'd been sussed and all I could do was nod my 
agreement. 'Well, you're wrong, because there is no 
way that I'm going to bed and leaving you in here 
wanking when I could stay and watch and provide you 
with real life material rather than memories.' 
Unfortunately, this did not have the desired effect 
and the thought of jerking off in front of my mother, 
even if she was provided the 'floor show' caused me to 
go limp at the speed of light. She slowly tutted and 
shook her head, saying 'Obviously I need to work a 
little harder on this.' 

As she said that, she stood up, unzipped her dress and 
let it fall to the floor, revealing that her bra 
matched her knickers and that her nipples were erect 
enough to make two obvious 'peaks' through the lacy 
bra material. Her breasts had started to 'head south' 
a little since my first experience, but were still 
reasonably large and her bra encased them in such a 
way that it gave her quite a cleavage, which had been 
hidden by the fairly high neck dress that she had been 
wearing. Although there was some stirring in the groin 
area, I still stayed determinedly limp.

Mum tutted again, then said 'I remember what does the 
trick.' She slowly moved her hands up to her breasts 
and began moving her hands over the material encased 
mounds, occasionally rubbing her nipples through the 
lace. My cock began to grow, ever so slightly. 

She looked at me with a wicked smile on her face and 
said, 'Would you like a better view?' with which she 
gently peeled the material away from her breasts so 
that they were fully exposed and the material was 
sitting underneath them and pushing them upwards. Her 
hands moved up and continued to massage the fully 
exposed flesh, occasionally rubbing and tweaking her 
inflamed nipples asking me if I remembered when I had 
done this for her when I was younger and how much she 
had enjoyed it.

She had been right and it did indeed do the trick, my 
cock rapidly filling and growing before her eyes as I 
lay transfixed at the sight of my mother playing with 
her tits just four feet away from me. The only sounds 
were my mother quietly groaning and my rapid breathing 
until, after about a minute, she broke the silence, 
huskily saying 'Well I'm doing my bit, shouldn't you 
be doing yours?'

Instinctively my hand reached down and gripped my 
inflamed prick, slowly starting to wank myself, my 
eyes glued to my mother's hands playing with her 
nipples. 'That's it baby, not too fast, I want us both 
to enjoy this,' she breathed, but my instinct was to 
jerk at lightning speed, unable to believe what I was 
seeing. Her eyes were fixed on my hand sliding up and 
down my member.

After a couple of minutes I had to increase my strokes 
as her hand slowly moved down her chest, her abdomen 
and reached the waist band of her knickers, a finger 
gently tracing down to the warm hole out of which I 
had emerged fifteen years previously, and that had 
accommodated my fingers all that time ago. Mum picked 
up on this and laughed. 'You like the thought of that 
do you, seeing your mother wanking at the same time as 
you?' 

I nodded. 'Yeah, Mum, I'd love to watch you play with 
yourself whilst I play with myself,' a stammered. 

'Like this?' she said as she moved another finger down 
and spread her legs, gently rubbing the gusset of her 
panties. I could see that there was a dark patch 
appearing as she made circular movements. 

I moaned an 'Oh yeah,' as I increased my speed, but 
she told me to calm down a bit, I was going too fast 
again.

I did as I was told and the two of us faced each 
other, watching intently as we each pleasured 
ourselves. Suddenly, mum stood up. She reached behind 
her, unhooking her bra and then bending and slowly 
sliding her knickers off, leaving her naked apart from 
her stockings and suspenders. She looked up at me 
saying 'This will be more comfortable' before sitting 
down again. But what she did next almost caused me to 
blow my load there and then, because she lifted her 
legs over each of the arms of the chair, giving me a 
clear view of her moist, red cunt.

The speed of my jerking increased and Mum smiled, 
saying 'Enjoying the view?' As she said this, her hand 
moved over the light hair of her pussy and she again 
began circling her clit with her fingers. The more she 
did this, the faster I began to wank. The faster I 
began to wank, the faster her fingers moved. The sight 
before me was just so unbelievable and so erotic that 
before long I could feel my balls tightening and cum 
beginning to boil up inside me.

Mum obviously realised what was happening and her left 
hand moved from her tit, where she had been squeezing 
and tweaking her nipples and joined her other hand at 
her gaping hole, instead of rubbing her clit with this 
hand, she hooked first one, then two fingers into her 
pussy and began thrusting them rapidly in and out. 
This was too much for me and I began wanking as if I 
was trying to pull the whole cock off.

As I got faster, so did Mum, gasping 'Go on baby, cum 
for me, go on, I'm going to cum too, go on, do it for 
me.' She then started making the little squeals that I 
remembered from the last time and began shaking. 
Suddenly, she went rigid and growled 'Oh fuck, yes! 
Now! Cum now! I want to see it!'

That was all that it needed to push me over the edge, 
and I felt like I was creaming gallons. As my spunk 
shot what felt like twenty feet in the air I saw my 
mother frigging herself like a woman possessed before 
screaming 'Fucking Hell!' and going rigid again. Then 
she seemed to just collapse into the chair.

After a couple of minutes with the two of us gasping 
for breath and smiling like idiots at each other, I 
broke the silence by saying 'Mum that was incredible!' 
She smiled and gasped an 'Oh yes,' then took me 
totally by surprise by leaning forward, wiping up a 
small drop of cum from where it had landed on my belly 
with her forefinger and popping the finger into her 
mouth with an 'Mmmm.'

Mum then stood up, gathered all her clothes, walked 
towards me and said 'That was very good.' She leaned 
down and kissed me gently on the lips, her tongue 
flickering for a very brief second against mine. Then, 
she stood up, said 'Goodnight my darling, I'll see you 
in the morning' and walked out of my room, quietly 
closing the door behind her.

I lay there for about five minutes, thinking through 
what had just happened, still not quite believing it, 
and then I cleaned myself up and fell into a very deep 
sleep.

The following day, my mother was almost distant from 
me, never mentioning the action of the previous night, 
and racked with guilt and embarrassment myself, 
feeling that I'd taken advantage of my mother whilst 
she was drunk, I never mentioned it either. However, 
that didn't remove the memory of what had happened, 
which occupied many a fantasy in the weeks afterwards, 
when I was alone, cock in hand and wanking for 
Britain!

End part 2...

Archivist's Note: This author did not provide an email 
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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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