Mother backed off from me a little, looking into my eyes, then said, “She has to be sure he’s responding her, so she looks into his eyes and sees love there and deep hunger…so…”
“He rips her nightdress off — she is wearing a nightdress isn’t she…and he flings her to the floor and…”
“Right…right…I’m not going on with this; you’re spoiling it.”
“I’m sorry mother,” I said obsequiously, “please go on, it’s getting exciting.”
“All right, but no more caveman stuff, this is a moment of great sensitivity, their whole future together may depend on what happens next.”
“What does happen?”
“Seeing the love and desire in his eyes she kisses him again. This time their mouths open and…”
“And they go mad fighting to get their tongues…”
“Terence,” mother said ominously. I shut up.
“She gently inserts her tongue into his mouth and slowly explores. He responds with his tongue in her mouth as his hand touches one of her breasts.”
Mother suited action to word and kissed me. Her tongue seemed to reach to the back of my throat and she took my hand and laid it on her breast.
I didn’t get as far as pushing my tongue into her mouth because she broke from the kiss and said, “She made no resistance as his hand went up to the thin bands of cloth that ran over her shoulders to hold up her diaphanous nightdress. Well don’t just sit there, do it.”
Mother’s nightdress wasn’t diaphanous but it did have the narrow bands of cloth over her shoulders. I hesitated so she took my hand and placed it on one of the cloth strips.
“He moves the cloth from her lovely shoulders and the nightdress falls to her waist, exposing her beautiful breasts. Look you can see it in the picture…actually her breasts aren’t all that good are they…what are you waiting for?”
Taking her prompt I slipped the cloth from mother’s shoulders and right on cue her nightdress slipped down her body, coming to rest just below her waist.
“Do you think my breasts are as nice as hers?” mother asked.
“I…I…yes….nicer…beautiful…but I can’t…”
Mother ignored me and went on, “He places his hand on her breast and feels its yielding warmth. She tells him to stand, and when he does she pulls down his shorts, and there, right in front of her eyes, she sees his beautiful manhood. Do stand up Terry.
I stood obediently and mother pulled down my shorts.
“For a moment she feels very shy, and looks away, but his hand is on her breast. It’s a wonderful moment of mutual passion, so she looks again at his penis. It’s hard and long, and she can see clear sticky fluid oozing out from the little slit in its head. She holds his penis with her hand and takes its head into her mouth, gently sucking it and…”
We were acting out every step as mother outlined it. I couldn’t take much more and I complained, “Mum…mother…I can’t…I shall come…please…”
Totally ignoring my plight she went on, “He wants to taste her…to smell her sweet womanhood. She parts her legs, raising them so that her genitals are exposed to him. She reaches down with her hands and her fingers open her plump, engorged lips. He sees her soft, pink inner lips and her clitoris.”