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Mother Knows Best - 3
by Mr Blue Skies (mr_blue_skies@hotmail.co.uk)
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A bi-sexual mature man encourages his younger male lover
to be more adventurous with his newfound girlfriend. He
tricks the boy's mother into educating her son. (MM,
oral, voy)
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Author Note: The author would be pleased to receive
constructive feedback and also if you liked the story. I
apologise in advance for any undiscovered typos despite
the proof-reading but please do say if there are
repetitive grammatical errors which you have found
particularly annoying and which I appreciate can drive
one to distraction.
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PART 3 of 3
I showered and dressed and went downstairs for coffee.
After a moment or two of silence I broached the subject
and asked if she still wanted to see me again. Without
any hesitation she said she would and that in the night
she had come to terms with what had taken place. She
said that she remained annoyed with me but it would
pass; she then said that she justified the event in
thinking that in some way she had helped Ben. I didn't
comment further and shortly afterwards we kissed good-
bye and I headed for home, via Ben's house.
He must have been looking out for me; as I arrived he
opened the door before I had got out of the car. He was
standing in the doorway as I walked toward it but took a
step back to let me in and then with surprising speed
and force he pushed me back against the closing door and
kissed me fiercely. I was taken unawares but before I
had time to react he pulled away from me breathing
heavily and said 'Thank you, thank you, thank you' and
then kissed me hungrily again.
He pulled away and stepped backwards and smiled.
'I needed that.' He said. 'I've been waiting ages for
you to turn up.' And then, to my surprise, he asked if
I'd like coffee, which I accepted.
As he fiddled around with all the paraphernalia that one
seems to need nowadays to make a cup of coffee he
chatted about last night's experience. Several times he
thanked me for engineering it and hoped that his mother
hadn't been too angry with me. Without waiting for a
response he carried on and talked about how he felt
about his first and very memorable time with a woman and
how it made no difference to him that it was his mother.
He said he had the confidence to 'phone his girlfriend
and ask if she'd like to spend the coming weekend at his
house. He went on to say that after our talk some time
ago that he been a little more adventurous with her and
that she had been responsive and that they had indulged
in some intimate touching and kissing. I asked him what
he called intimate. He said that she had been keen to
let him remove her shirt and bra and fondle and kiss her
breasts and she had taken him by surprise by running a
hand over the bulge in his jeans. I asked if he enjoyed
it and he said he had but he was nervous and he wondered
if she was more experienced than him. From what little
he told me I assumed this to be the case.
He set the coffee down on the table and I sipped mine
while he continued talking. It was more a monologue on
his part than a conversation. He returned to the subject
about whether Julie was more experienced than him and I
said that it may be quite likely and in some cases that
would make things a little easier than both being an
inexperienced couple fumbling their way to something
they were totally unfamiliar with.
He accepted this point wordlessly nodding a couple of
times and almost, I suppose, philosophically agreeing. I
finished my coffee much the same time as he exhausted
the subject. As I put my empty cup aside he asked me if
I could stay for a while; I said I would. He pushed
aside his barely touched coffee and stood up. I did so
too and without anything being said between us we headed
up the stairs.
It was much like the first time we been intimate
together; he nervously started to undo my shirt. I did
the same to him whilst easing myself out of my shoes.
When he got down to my shirt buttons of the level of my
belt I pulled my shirt over my head and hurriedly undid
my belt and let my trousers fall to the floor and
stepped out of them. He looked down at the evident bulge
in my briefs and I placed both hands on his shoulders
and pushed him down on his knees.
He took hold of my briefs and in one movement pulled
them down; my hardening penis sprang from the
elasticated belt and he took it without hesitation into
his mouth. I closed my eyes as the delicious warm
sensation flowed through me and gently held the back of
his head. We stayed like that for a half a minute or so
before he started to slow back into the movement with
his mouth and hand. So sudden and intense had it been
that I could feel myself ready to cum. I pulled away
from him.
'Let me finish undressing you Ben.'
He stood up and I quickly divested him of his shirt and
dropped his trousers and his shorts. His cock sprang out
pleasingly rigid and at an angle well above the
horizontal. I stood back and looked at him; he was a
wonderful sight; good-looking, muscular and, above all,
wanting me. Momentarily, I envied his youth and by the
same token, lamented my years that had passed.
We fell onto the bed and with unbridled passion we
kissed, touched, probed and in turns rolled over on the
top of each other, pinching and kissing nipples and
holding each other closely. After a while we slowed down
and mutually ended up on our sides in a comfortable
sixty-nine position slowly stroking and sucking each
other's cocks. It is lovely feeling having one's cock
sucked it whilst sucking another. We stayed like this
for a while gently milking pre-cum from each other. I
enjoyed spreading the crystal clear droplets of pre-come
over the head of his cock and then taking it into my
mouth and savouring the slight saltiness of it.
We stayed comfortably like this for some time and then
by some coincidence we both started being a little
firmer and little quicker with our stroking and sucking.
As this continued so did the intensity of what you were
doing and, as if by some transmission of thought, were
both passionately sucking and stroking each other whilst
understanding that neither of us were going to stop.
Such was the intensity of it that I can't recall if one
of us came first or whether simultaneously but either
way, as his cum pumped into my mouth.
I had reciprocal spasms and I felt the jets of cum
spurting from the eye of my penis into his warm and
welcoming mouth. It was an intense half a minute or so
until again, much at the same time, we both quietened
and slowed whilst gently milking the last drops from
each other and then, again by some silent signal, we
pulled apart and turned facing each other. After the
slightest of pauses, we kissed.
It was a deliciously slippery and prolonged kiss.
Firstly, we were side-by-side, then me on top of Ben and
then he in turn on top of me and all the time passing
and leaking cum from our respective mouths over each
other's lips and with the excess running down our
separate faces. At one point Ben pulled away from me and
wiped my face with his hand and then sucked his fingers
before continuing our kiss.
Between us we clearly had made a copious amount of cum
that seemed to go everywhere even though we still had a
fair amount to pass between us. When we eventually
finished, if Ben's face was anything to go by, we were
both quite a sight.
'I think we need to shower, Ben.'
I got off the bed and turned and offered my hand to help
Ben up. The bathroom in fact didn't have a bath, just a
basin, w/c and a generously large shower in lieu of the
bath. It was a given that we were going to shower
together as we had in the past. We got in and closed the
glass door. Just as I was about to reach up and turned
on the huge shower head above us, he said that he needed
to take a leak. As he turned to reach for the door I put
my hand on the shoulder.
'Wait, Ben,' I said, 'let me show you something.'
He looked at me quizzically.
'Come here Ben; let me hold you for a moment.'
He looked puzzled but did as I asked and I hugged him to
me that he responded in kind.
'Just relax against me and let it go.' I said.
'Really?'
'Yes,' I said quietly.
I held him and there was a pause before I felt a brief
and warm jet start between our joined bodies and then
stop. There was another pause and then a warm trickle
which after a couple of seconds turned into a full-blown
jet. It spread over my lower stomach and penis and balls
and then to my legs and, I should imagine, his also as
he noticeably relaxed as the stream grew stronger and
warmer and then I let go also. We stood there hugging
each other with mutual warmth flowing from us across our
bodies, down our legs and over our feet. It was a
strange and comforting feeling and when we at last
stopped I reached up and opened the shower valve above
our heads.
The initial full blast jet was cold and we both gasped
but it quickly warmed up and we spent a pleasant 10
minutes soaping each other and washing each other's face
and chest before giving each other a soapy and intimate
wash. I finished it by kneeling in front of him, taking
his firm penis in my mouth and sliding a soapy finger
into his opening. He didn't get particularly hard but it
clearly took pleasure from it as did I; it was done as
an intimate gesture rather than expecting anything more
and I stopped after half a minute or so.
We dried each other off and then went back into his
bedroom to get dressed. As we were pulling on our
clothes his mobile bleeped; he finished putting on his
shirt and stepped into his trousers and picked up the
'phone from the side-table.
'It's text from Julie,' he said.
I went to continue dressing but was stopped by a gasp
from him.
He'd sat down on the bed and was staring at the screen
of his 'phone; he pressed a couple of buttons and then I
noticed he blushed.
'My God,' he said, hardly above a whisper.
'What's the matter?' I asked.
He didn't say anything; he just passed me the phone. I
took it and looked at the screen; there was a text
saying 'Yes' to coming for the weekend; she was hoping
he would ask one day, and would this be appropriate to
wear for the evening? And then, it said, 'Scroll down'.
Which I did and saw the reason for his gasp.
As I scrolled down, her face that I'd seen some time ago
appeared and the long hair to her shoulders and then, to
my surprise, and I have to say delight, down to her
naked breasts. I paused there and then continued
scrolling down to her shaved pubis and then to a full-
length photograph. It had clearly been taken in the
mirror as she was holding the camera in her right hand.
She really was a glorious sight and I envied the kids of
today.
The first naked woman I ever saw was in some trashy
magazine when I was in my teens. Now, before me was a
real-life picture of his girlfriend and she was lovely.
I momentarily felt like a dirty old man as I looked at
her shaven pubis, something that always appealed to me
but which I had never encountered. She was smiling a
lovely smile and her huge brown eyes were alive with
mischief and promise. I glanced at Ben and he was still
flushed and his hands shaking slightly, almost in a
state of shock. I took advantage of his distraction and
zoomed in on her breasts and then down to where the
prettiest pair of pink labia protruded.
At that point I would have given anything to go down on
her. Then the slight guilt crept in that I was looking
and lusting at something I shouldn't really be doing.
Silently and quickly I fiddled with the keys and then
handed the 'phone back to Ben.
'It looks as if it's going to be a good weekend Ben.' I
said with a smile.
He looked up at me. 'Do you think I will be man enough
David?' He asked querulously.
'If yesterday was anything to go by Ben, I'm sure you'll
be fine. Remember, just like mummy said, don't rush it.
Take your time. Remember, just like mummy said.'
He nodded. 'I'll remember.' He said softly.
We finished dressing and he accompanied me to the door;
we gave each other a fleeting kiss and we agreed to meet
again in the future when I was next away on business.
I took the long route home just to spin out enough time
for me to calm down and also, truth be told, to
formulate the first couple of hours after I got home in
order to appear normal and not arouse suspicion.
I decided to take a few days off work and did stuff
around the house that my wife had been pressing me to do
for some time. We had a couple of days out and I took
her shopping for new clothes which I generously paid
for, largely to salve my conscience. On one of the days
she got up early and said she wanted to go out with her
friend to have a look at the same shops she had looked
at the day before with me. No, I don't understand why
either but I expect the ladies do.
When she had left I got up and showered, donned my
bathrobe and got out the camera from my travelling pack
to download the photographs onto my home computer. As I
did so I noticed that the small door at the back of the
camera which held the memory card was slightly open. I
looked inside and the card wasn't there; where it should
have been was a small folded piece of paper. I took it
out and unfolded it.
It read: 'I couldn't let this leave the house so I've
destroyed it. Apologies, A.' It was all that was written
on it.
I shrugged but was only slightly annoyed that I'd lost
all that was on the card. But I still had my memories of
what I'd seen and what I had talked about.
I returned to the bag and in the small compartment
inside one of the larger ones, took out the other memory
card. I could live without the company pictures that I'd
taken during my travels and I can remember verbatim the
machinery we had talked about.
I plugged the memory card in the PC and flicked through
the stills I'd taken of Ben with his mother. When I got
to the end of those I plugged in the headset and set the
display to fill the screen. In anticipation of what was
to follow I sat back and undid my bathrobe and felt my
penis stir in anticipation as I reached for the 'Play'
button. I was not disappointed; it was as erotic as I
remembered and I timed my stroking so that I came at the
same moment that Ben did into his mother.
A little later, after I'd tidied myself up, I downloaded
the picture of Julie I had forwarded to my own 'phone
from Ben's before I'd returned it to him. It was a good
photo and enlarged well enough to zoom in without too
much distortion. I sat looking at her in intimate detail
for some time before I heard my wife's car returning. I
added passwords to the pictures and the video file and
shut-down the PC.
END
The author would be pleased to receive constructive
feedback and also if you liked the story.
(mr_blue_skies@hotmail.co.uk)
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