She stood me by her big double bed and slowly stripped me naked. She seemed take pleasure in my nakedness, touching me here and there and running her fingers over my body. Then she stepped back and slipped off her dressing gown. We looked admiringly at each other bodies for a moment. Her breasts hung slightly but not enough to be unattractive. Likewise her tummy was rounded but not fat. To me, seeing her this way, was my fantasy come true. She was attractive, exciting, damn sexy, and in my opinion she was also beautiful.
“Undress me,” she whispered, “but you can leave my nylons on if you want.” She was smiling at me with a cute come-hither smile that I’d never seen before. She stood there calmly waiting, so I bent down and slowly and carefully removed her panties. As I pulled them down and she stepped out, my face was level with her sex. It was covered in lightly coloured hairs, and gave off a strange but not unattractive odour. I leant forward to kiss it, and as I did so her hands dropped down behind my head and gently pushed my mouth closer. I snuggled my face in for a moment to the mystical area between her legs. It was warm and damp and curiously alluring, but at that time I had no clear idea what to do. Back then I knew virtually nothing about female anatomy. Then she released me and I stood up.
I confess I was hopelessly out of my depth. I had no idea exactly what was going to happen next or what I should do. I think my uncertainty and sheer naivety must have showed in my face because mother lent forward and gently kissed my lips. “Relax,” she said softly, “mummy will teach you all you need to know.” Then she lay me down on the top of her bed.
“First,” she whispered, “we need to get this little beast back to attention.” She knelt down beside the bed and without another word took my limp cock back in mouth. Being the age I was it didn’t take long for my ‘Percy’ to respond in the desired manner. Even though I was quickly hard again she continued suck me rhythmically for some time. Eventually she lifted her head and leant forward to kiss me. It started as a gentle kiss, but then her tongue forced it’s way into my mouth and suddenly she was kissing passionately. I could taste and smell the scent of my cock and my semen on her mouth, and I found myself responding to her with equal passion.
I confess my memory of things start to blur at that point. I think I was starting to loose myself in a way I didn’t understand. I have brief images rather than detailed memories. I remember how mother’s eyes looked as we broke the kiss. They were hazy and far away, as if she was drifting to another place. She looked drunk (but that’s not really the right word) and lost in some kind of mystical joy. I remember her climbing on top of me and inserting my penis up inside herself, and how that made me feel. She moved up and down slowly at first, but then faster and faster like a cowboy riding a bronco, and I felt myself responding instinctively to her rhythm.
As we made love she would occasionally lean forward and whisper words of love, telling me how wonderful I was and how much she really cared for me. At other moments she would lean back upright and squeeze her legs together and ride me for all she was worth. And then quite suddenly her body seemed to go rigid and she cried out as if in terrible pain or ultimate joy. She squeezed me so hard at one point I felt as if she were trying to crush me. Then she fell forward on to my chest and showered me with endless kisses.