Learning curve
I had just turned eighteen, living at home with my mother -- just the two of us. She was just forty-five and still looked good. She worked in a respectable club in the nearby city, usually from mid-afternoon until about 10pm.
It was late morning and I was getting ready to go out to meet my mates, washing and shaving in the bathroom.
My mother came into the room, wearing just bra, small pants, stockings and suspender belt. Trying to behave like a gentleman, I kept my eyes on the mirror where I was shaving but could not help noticing how hot she looked, as she excused herself while she finished her make-up before going off to work. The inevitable happened and my cock stiffened in my underpants, which were all I was wearing. As my mum packed up her stuff ready to leave the room, she looked directly at me, first my face then the bulge in my pants, smiled and told me to enjoy my day.
I was in turmoil; the idea of my mother as an object of sexual attraction, desire, was crazy yet I could not deny the raging hard-on I was sporting, nor the wish to see more of her dressed like that or wearing even less. I looked in the laundry basket and fished out knickers that she had left in there. I found three pairs, all see-through and sexy, all showing signs of some sort of discharge between her legs. I stroked my cock through them and came three times before I even left my room.
By the time she was due home that evening, I was again in my bedroom, naked under the covers and hardly knowing what to expect next. She tapped on my door then came in.
She leant over me and kissed me.
"I want to apologise for what happened earlier," she said. "I didn't mean to cause you any embarrassment; I should have known better."
"I'd have thought it was me who should apologise."
"If we are going to be sharing the bathroom at times, perhaps we just have to accept that you're going to see more of me than you perhaps should and I have to understand that it can cause a reaction like today. Anyway...did you like what you saw?"
"You looked really good," I replied; then chancing my arm "It was nice to see you like that."
"I actually took it as a compliment, that a fine young man would react like that to seeing an older woman like me in her underwear."
She stepped back from me and looked at me hard. "Would you like to see me like that now?" she asked.
"Yes," I gasped.
"Give me a hand then; unzip me," she said, turning her back to me. "What's the matter?" she asked, when I remained under the bedclothes.
"I haven't got anything on," I told her.
"I don't mind one little bit; we are talking about you seeing me in my undies, so I should get a good look at your body too."
I hesitated, then stammered "Well, you see, I'm...er...down there... you know what I mean."
"I'm not sure I do, but really I don't care; come and do my zip."
I stood up, cock fully erect, and unzipped her dress. She took it off as well as her underskirt, so that she was as I'd seen her earlier in the day.
Immediately I saw two differences; her nipples were now swollen and hard and pushing against her bra, while lower down, between her legs, her pants were darker and wet.
My cock got even bigger and my mother, my very own dear mother, smiled at what she was seeing, then asked me "Would you like me to take care of that for you? If I do, you must never say a word about it to anyone, anywhere, any time -- do you promise?"
I could hardly speak but managed to get out "Yes, I promise."
She sat on the side of my bed and told me to stand between her opened legs. At first, she barely touched my cock, just light strokes that tormented me. I was hoping against hope that I didn't shoot my load before I'd had the chance to enjoy what she was doing.
She took her hands off me and reached behind her to take off her bra then, still without a word, moved my cock across her breasts, before trapping it between them and rubbing her tits up and down my hard-on.
"Do you like that?" she asked.
I could only nod; I didn't dare speak.
"Well I like it," she told me "and I want you to come all over them when you're ready."
That was enough and I did just as she had asked of me, surprising myself with how much cum I poured onto her tits, given the loads I'd already shot that day.
She reached over and handed me a tissue to catch the spunk that still dripped from my cock. She made no attempt to clean her breasts; instead she stood up with cum all over her tits and her nipples bigger, harder, than ever.
"Are you going training first thing tomorrow?" she asked.
"That's the plan," I replied.
"Then when you get back, I'd love you to bring me a cup of tea in bed -- would you do that for me?"
I nodded.
"Oh -- I'd love it if you weren't wearing a stitch when you deliver my cuppa -- is that OK?" and with that she smiled then went to her own bedroom, my cum still in streaks across her breasts.
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To my total surprise, I slept well, having feared that I would be in too much turmoil to relax. Up early and out for a training run, then back home to see what would happen next.
While I was boiling the kettle for her tea, I heard my mother visit the toilet, so I knew she was awake. I remembered that I had been told to deliver the tea naked, but common sense told me to keep my vital parts covered while I carried the cup and saucer upstairs. I took off the vest and shorts and tapped on her door wearing just my tiny briefs.
She told me to come in and I found her sitting on the edge of the bed, wearing just her nightdress, which did nothing to mask the size and stiffness of her nipples poking through.
"I thought you would be wearing nothing," she said.
"Yes -- but I thought I better protect myself while I was carrying your tea upstairs."
"Well....you're here now, so get them off."
I put down the cup and saucer and removed my pants.
With that, she stood up and lifted her nightdress over her head. She looked stunning naked, beautiful soft breasts capped by her majestic nipples and hair down below that filled the vee between her thighs and had clearly been attended to recently.
My hard-on felt as if it was twice the size that she had handled and dealt with the night before and that was before she pulled it and me against her body.
Reaching down as she held me, she rubbed my cock over her pubic hair, then said to me "We can have all sorts of fun together -- but you must never say a single word about it -- to anyone. Do you promise?"
I would have promised anything at that moment, so badly did I want to find out what she had in mind for us, so I managed to get "Yes -- I promise," out before she placed her mouth on mine then pushed me onto her bed.
She stood over me at the side of the bed, her superb tits driving me mad even before I had touched them. She changed her stance to allow her legs to part then took my hand and put it onto her cunt, which was very wet.
She then turned away, saying "I better drink this tea before it gets cold, after you've been so good to make it and bring it up." After she put the empty cup back on the saucer, she bent over me, her breasts moving across my stomach, as she kissed my cock then put it in her mouth.
"I'm not going to do much of that now," she said "I want the first load from it inside me."
With that she straddled me and I was in -- in my own mother! It was the first time I had been inside a woman and I loved it. I came almost immediately but stayed hard as she continued riding me, commenting on the noise coming from her now overflowing cunt with each new stroke.
Within just a few more minutes, I started to come again and she groaned as my cock shot its load into her once more.
Her movements on top of me became more focussed, making sure that she got exactly the stimulation she wanted and needed to get off herself, which she did then rolled off me and lay beside me.
I was still in unknown territory; I had just had the first fuck of my life and now the woman -- my own mother, for God's sake -- who that fuck had been with was lying quietly beside me. What was I supposed to do next?
"Did you enjoy that?" she asked.
I mumbled a yes.
"Well, I certainly did. Are you up for some more fun?"
With that she reached for my cock which was ready to go again.
"If you want, I'll teach you how to drive a woman wild -- but yet again, you must never mention a word of this to anyone else. Are you up for it?" as she worked my cock between her palms.
She didn't wait for an answer. She told me to stand up and I watched as she swung her body around to lie across her bed, then opened her legs to show me her leaking, glistening cunt.
"If you aren't enjoying this, tell me -- but I think you will like it. Kneel between my legs -- now lick me there. Keep licking -- put your tongue inside and clean up all that cum."
I had never tasted spunk before -- neither my own or anyone else's -- and of course it was my first taste of cunt. I loved it and licked her inside and out.
"Slip your fingers inside me," she gasped and I happily did as she told me.
"Now move them in and out."
Again, I obeyed.
"Now go faster and faster," she instructed me.
I became aware, very aware, that she was leaking big time, but it was only when she reached down and pulled my hand out of her hole that I saw her squirt majestically across the room.
"I think you're going to be very good at this. Did you enjoy that? I hope so because any man who is ready and able to treat a woman like that is going to be in great demand."
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It was mid-morning by the time my mother pushed my mouth away from her hungry pussy and told me that she needed a break. I was still in wonderland after all that had happened last night and now this morning. As I stood up from mother's bed, she rolled towards me and pulled my semi-hard cock to her lips.
"Don't think I've stopped enjoying what we were doing - but I've got to get myself sorted out so that I can get to work."
Just the feel of her lips against my cock was enough for me to spring back to life.
Mother sat up and swung her naked legs off the mattress. Her tits looked even sexier than they had last night when the whole thing kicked off with her tossing me off all over them. She looked at my swollen cock, then slowly licked the hood of it, before putting half my length into her mouth for what seemed like a whole minute.
She released me, saying, "I've got to go to the loo, before I burst."
I went to my room next door and put on some clothes. I heard the toilet flush and her going back into her bedroom. Immediately she came into my room, wearing a dressing gown.
"Will you be here when I get back from work this evening?" she asked.
"Probably not - I'm due on a pub crawl with Mike and Jimmy."
"I expect I'll be so tired, I'll be in bed and fast asleep before you come in.....but I'd love a cup of tea in the morning - and who knows what might happen then. But remember, you can't mention a single word about what's gone on here to anyone - you won't, will you?"
A couple of hours later, mother said "I'm going to get my make-up on, then get dressed for work. You don't fancy sharing the bathroom with me, do you? Really, that's where the fun started yesterday, when you got hard watching me in my underwear."
As if I was going to turn down that invitation.
When she joined me in the bathroom, at first I thought she had put on exactly the same undies as the day before; the matching green bra and suspender belt were there as before, but I realised that now she was wearing black knickers, with a see-through panel down the front, showing off her pubic hair.
Of course, my cock would not behave. When mother had finished her make-up, she asked for a goodbye kiss.
"But not on my lips, or you'll spoil my lipstick. Just use your imagination."
I kissed each breast through her bra.
"Is that all?" she asked.
I stood there like a dummy, with my hard-on sticking out towards her.
"I picked out these pants especially so that you'd get a good view, so I think the least you could do is to give me a kiss down there."
She grabbed my cock, puled me towards her and rubbed me all over the see-through patch of her pants.
"Now do it." She ordered me.
I bent and kissed her as low down as I could, getting a strong sex smell off her as I kissed her there.
As I stood up, my mother again grabbed my cock and twisted it.
"Don't wear this out today - I want it in top shape tomorrow morning. I've already got plans for it."
Our sex games continued in similar vein for at least the next couple of months; at least they did on those days when she was up for it. At times, I wondered if, in fact, it was all a game to mother. I knew very well that for me, it was an extremely exciting way of doing what I would have been doing alone, to myself, every day anyway. And the cunt sucking was delicious, as was her enjoyment of it.
And then, I found a girlfriend I wanted to spend my time with. We met at a party and hit it off immediately. Even that first night, when I walked her home to her house from the party, there was more warmth and excitement than I had felt with all my previous teenage dates added together.
Over the next fortnight or so, we spent many evenings together, waiting for her parents to go to bed so that we could explore what we wanted from each other. We were both destined for third-level education with career plans after that and even as she exposed her magnificent breasts to be stroked and kissed, even as she found out just how much stimulation my cock could stand before shooting its load, even as she changed the way she sat next to me, to allow some sort of access to the treasure she had between her legs, we agreed that no matter how excited we became, we would not go "all the way" until our extended studies were over. Back then, the fear, the stigma, of a pregnancy before marriage was very real.
What we agreed on was that we would explore all the possible ways to have sex fun short of putting my cock inside her. At this early stage of our romance, this meant that she kept her pants on, no matter what we were doing, no matter how turned on she was.
So here I was, in a situation that most lads of my age would think was heaven; a sexy mother who looked for regular doses of getting her cunt sucked after being fucked; and a girlfriend, stunningly built, with an extremely active sex imagination.
I was called to account after I had been with my girlfriend for three weeks. One evening when I got home, my mother was waiting for me.
"Are you seeing someone, another woman - or a girl?"
"Yes; I've got a new girlfriend."
"And are you fucking her?"
"No.....but.....we do mess around."
"Mess around? Do you know how I found out? Sorting out the washing, that's how.....and there were cum stains in your underpants that could not have got there from what we've been doing together. Are you sure you're not fucking her?"
"We've decided that we aren't going to go that far, to make sure there aren't any accidents."
"And what have you told this girl about us?"
"Nothing - that's what we agreed, isn't it?"
"So who is she, what's her name - and why haven't I met her yet?"
"Only because I don't know how you will feel about her, after what we get up to in bed - I mean you and me. And she's called Jo."
"Do you want to stop the games we play, now that you're clearly getting attended to by her?"
I had known for weeks that this was a question that had to be addressed, sooner rather than later.
Yet I was still confused over what I really wanted, until my mother said "This was always going to happen one day, and there's nothing I could have done about it - or wanted to do about it. If you would prefer we end our sessions, I understand - but I'll miss them."
"So would I," I told her, "if you're still interested now that you know there's someone else, I'd love us to keep having fun."
"Then come here," she said, pulling me against her. "Do you think you could manage to suck me right now - or has she worn you out?"
At that moment, I wanted my mother's body, her breasts, her glorious cunt, more than ever before. At a stroke, it seemed as if she had washed away all the problems I had imagined lying in wait for me.
"I should go to the bathroom and clean myself up a bit first," I said, but mother pressed her lips against mine, forcing her tongue into my mouth.
"I want you now, just as you are, and if I can smell or taste her on you, so much the better. And if that doesn't shock you, I'll find something that will."
She lifted my fingers to her nose.
"Have you had these between her legs tonight?"
"Yes."
"Let me have just one more taste of them and then you can make me come."
And that is how the corner was turned.
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When I took her cup of tea to her in bed the following morning, it felt as if a whole new world was opening up in front of me. My relationship with Jo was now out in the open and, amazingly, my mother still wanted the sex sessions that we both enjoyed so much.
As I placed the saucer on her bedside table, mother pushed back the bedclothes and lifted her nightdress to expose her stomach and pubic hair. I watched as she parted her legs and told me,, "First, taste that, to get my day off to a good start."
After a minute or two of my lips and tongue on her cunt, she pushed my head away, sat up and took off her nightie. The sight of her tits made me immediately think of Jo's breasts, bigger, perkier and with longer nipples. I pushed such comparisons out of my mind, to concentrate on what was before me - a hot, mature woman, with a definite dirty side to her lust - as in sucking my fingers last night after finding out that they had been between Jo's legs earlier in the evening - and asked my mother what she wanted from me, there and then.
"I want you out of those underpants. I want you as big and as hard as you've ever been - and I want you inside me - all the way in."
She sat on my cock, rocking and sliding to get the pleasure she wanted from me.
"Do I shock you?" she murmured.
"No - of course not. Why do you even ask?"
"Because, unless you don't like the idea, I'm going to do something we haven't tried before. I want to put your nice, wet cock in my mouth - and make you come in there. How do you fancy that?"
"Why don't we find out?"
As she climbed off my cock - now bigger and harder than ever at this suggestion - she reminded me that she wanted me to suck her off after I'd come in her mouth. "After all, now there's another woman in your life, we can't give up on your sucking lessons, can we? Sooner or later, you will have the chance to show off your cunnilingus skills to her."
That was the first, and only, time I heard my mother use that term for what she loved me doing to her.
As she repositioned herself on her bed, she very obviously smelt my hard-on before putting it in her mouth. She caught me watching her and said, "I want it to smell - and taste - of me down there - makes it even sexier."
As she bent over me and took my cock between her lips before licking the entire head slowly, I looked along her naked back, down to the crease of her bottom, at the same time enjoying how her breasts hung down, away from her body, swaying slightly as she sucked me off.
I didn't last long that first time in her mouth. Some part of me expected she would spit out the cum into a tissue, but no - she swallowed then licked any extra spunk off my prick before telling me very clearly what she now wanted in relation to her own satisfaction.
My mother was wetter than I had ever found her before and there seemed to be an extra edge to the smile on her face as my tongue gave her what she wanted. When she finally came, there was much more wetness down there, squirting at first in little bursts, followed by one long and exciting outpouring.
As we lay side by side, recovering from a very kinky session, my mother asked when she was going to meet Jo.
And that led to some stuff I could not have dreamt of in my wildest dreams.
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My mother and Jo hit it off from the start. They had similar interests, with skills in common - and sex was not even mentioned as one of those interests.
The day after they first met, my mother told me that she wanted Jo and I to be totally relaxed about carrying on our romance in our house, including being undressed together in my bedroom. Mother then found a way to rase the same subject the next time Jo came to our house, so there we were, two eighteen-year-olds with my mother's blessing to do anything we wanted.
We didn't need telling twice.
Soon, the inevitable happened. Jo and I had been on my bed late morning, when Jo needed to pee. She was only wearing small, black panties and started to dress herself fully.
"No need for that," I told her; you're only going across the landing and I think my mother must be downstairs."
Still looking uncertain, Jo dropped her clothes and left my room in just the panties.
Of course, just at that moment, my mother came out of her own bedroom, also in her knickers, but she had her bra on. I heard both of them start to apologise as if a serious breach of good manners had just occurred.
Then I heard my mother say, "We have to be sensible about this - if your thing with my son is serious, there are going to be many occasions when we are bound to bump into each other in the house when one or both of us is undressed."
When Jo came back to me after her toilet visit, she relayed the entire encounter to me, stunned by mother's acceptance of a teenaged girl wandering virtually naked through her home.
Next morning, when I had serviced my mother's cunt as instructed, mother told me what a fantastic pair of breasts she saw on Jo and asked me what Jo liked me to do to turn her on.
What could have been an embarrassing conversation turned out just fine. I told my mother what Jo and I did to each other.
"Is she still keeping her pants on?" she asked, "because she's missing finding out what I've taught you to do with your mouth, your lips and your tongue. Perhaps I need to have a word with her about that."
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My mother's campaign to give Jo the best possible sex experience, short of actual fucking, came soon after that conversation. Thursday was her day off from work and she invited Jo to go with her to the city, for a day's shopping.
After they had been, I got one version of the day from Jo, when we were alone that evening. Importantly, she had had a good time, with regular coffee breaks and a decent lunch. But the interesting bit came when Jo was listing the shops and departments they had spent time in.
"It was clearly going to be about clothes," Jo told me, "and before lunch, that's what we looked at. After lunch, your Mum took me to look at underwear. She was picking out some fairly racy stuff for herself and told me to find a set of bra and pants for myself. I tried to refuse, telling her that I didn't expect anything like that, but she insisted."
"And what happened?" I asked.
"Just calm down and wait while I tell you. I was looking at a low-cut bra, lower than I've ever bought for myself, and your mother asked me if I had the right clothes to wear on top of it. I asked her what she meant and she told me to go and try it on, in the fitting room, with this top I'm wearing now. She came into the fitting room with me and had a good look as I was undressing, then trying on the new bra."
"How do you mean - had a good look?"
"Just that whether my top half was covered there or not, she didn't look away. But when I put my top back on, I understood why she had asked what clothes I had that I could wear with a bra that low-cut. "
"Why, what was wrong with it?"
"Your mother said, and she's absolutely correct, that a bra cut that low needs low cut blouses or tops to go with it - and I don't have those. Under this sweater, my breasts looked like a pair of balloons - not at all nice."
"So what did you get?"
"These," Jo said, unwrapping a black bra and pants set, both completely sheer where it counted, and, in the case of the pants, not very big. "Do you like them?"
"Yes I do, but the full verdict has to wait until I see you wearing them."
"I just knew you would say that. But wasn't your mother kind to buy them for me. In fact, she helped me choose them and even told me that she was sure you would appreciate them."
Mother's version of the day out was only a little different when we lay in her bed the following morning. She was adamant that I was to perform to her satisfaction before there would be any gossip about my girlfriend.
She talked more than Jo had about the younger woman's breasts and how attractive she thought they were. She thought that the low-cut bra looked great on Jo, but it needed the right top over it. And when she wanted to know if I liked the panties she had bought for Jo. I told her I did but had not yet seen them on her.
Things turned dramatically two weeks later, when mother invited Jo to go with her to a spa in a fancy hotel, for a day's pampering. My mother had already explained her thinking to me; she planned to talk Jo into having her pubic hair trimmed and tidied up, which, she hoped, would offer her the chance to talk to Jo about the pleasures she was denying herself by not revealing everything to me. What a mother!
She explained to Jo that it would include pedicure, manicure, hair styling, hair removal and make-up guidance, plus a very nice lunch and time to relax in the heated pool. Jo was up for all that and only pretended to be disappointed when her offer to pay her own way was turned down.
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Things were different right from the start on the day the pair of them were due to go for their beauty treatments.
When, as usual, I took my mother her early morning cup of tea, she made it clear I should not expect any sex games with her, because in her own words, "Everything is going to be on show when I get done down there, so I'm afraid you will just have to make your own arrangements. But come here and let me give your cock a little kiss, to give you something to think about while we are out, enjoying ourselves."
Jo arrived not long after breakfast and the two women in my life took themselves off for a day of fun - and discovery.
As mother had insisted, I had said nothing to Jo about pubic hair styling and certainly not about mother's plans to bring up the subject of cunnilingus. I had no idea how my girlfriend would react to either suggestion, although it seemed to make sense that getting Jo to remove her panties had to come before any discussion around Jo finding out how it felt to be sucked off could even begin.
All I could do was wait. They expected to be back at our house by late afternoon, so I had hours to hang about, wondering what was coming next. Despite my closeness to Jo, plus the obvious pleasure she got from the touching and stroking we did so much of, up to and including her tossing me off on every convenient occasion, I really could not forecast how she would respond to mother's imposing herself into our relationship.
An even greater concern, that only struck me as I sat and waited for the, was the fear that my mother, in talking sex to Jo, would reveal what she and I had been doing on so many mornings. I could not imagine that such revelations would do anything but terminal harm to my relationship with Jo.
I tried to push these fears to the margins of my mind by imagining the two of them stripping completely, seeing each other totally naked and weighing each other up. I tried to invent the conversation they would have about the various options for pubic styling and what Jo might decide to go for.
Nothing worked. Even though I had been denied any early morning relief by my mother, I could not get hard enough even to play with myself.
I went to the club and did a few workouts, followed by a long stretching run. When I got back, the house was still empty. I was just drying off after a shower when I heard mother and Jo arrive back, full of noise and laughter.
Before I could even ask about their day, the phone rang. Mother answered it.
"Bloody hell," she exploded as she put the phone down," that was work - they are really short-staffed, and they need me to go in - now!"
"What about something to eat before you go?" asked Jo.
"No - one of the evening team is on holiday this week - we already knew that - and now another one has had to go home unwell. I'll get something to eat there, that's not a problem. But I was looking forward to a nice meal with you two, while Jo and I told you all about our day. I'll have to leave that to you, now," she told Jo.
"There's plenty of food in the kitchen; I'm sure Jo can rustle something up for the pair of you, can't you love?"
My mother went upstairs, to reappear in a change of clothing minutes later, ready for work. In that instant, I was transported back to the very beginning of our family sex games, when mother and I weighed each other up as we shared the bathroom, both in our underwear as she got herself ready for work.
As she kissed both of us goodbye, I wondered, just for a moment, if the same flashback had happened to her as well. What she said next did nothing to remove that thought from my mind.
"I'll leave Jo to tell you all about our day - I'm sure you're going to fully enjoy hearing about it - especially if you get the show to go with the story."
And with that, she was away.
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"What do you want to do first?" asked Jo. "I really think that if we're going to eat anything, I should get it started. There will be plenty of time afterwards for you to hear the story of my day."
"What did my mother mean when she was leaving, about the show to go with the story?"
"Look, if we start on that, there won't be anything cooked; just imagine the sort of things women get up to in places like today's."
Jo cooked, we both ate and all the time she had mischief in her eyes and in the way she smiled to herself. We washed and dried the dinner things and I pressed her again to tell me what had happened during her day with my mother.
"Do you like the way I look after my beauty treatment?" she asked.
"You look fantastic" I assured her.
"You need to take a good look - I've had my fingernails done, my toenails done, I've had advice on make-up, including trying different stuff, then it was time for the hairdo. Do you approve of it - I know it's shorter than before?"
I was getting impatient. This was all leading somewhere that promised to be much more interesting than a new shade of nail polish or lipstick, or a new hairstyle.
However, I knew Jo well enough by now to go along at her chosen pace. I told her that she looked great - and very fanciable.
"Come upstairs and I'll show you what your mother meant - I can't do it down here where we are overlooked by the neighbours."
In my bedroom, Jo stripped off down to her panties. Remember, at this stage, I had never seen her without pants on.
"Are you sure you're ready for this?" she asked, before pushing her black panties, the same ones that my mother had bought for her, down to her feet, then stepping out of them.
"Do you like it?" she asked, displaying only the smallest triangle of hair down there. "This was the part of the day, the part of the treat, that your mother hadn't told me about. She only mentioned it at lunchtime, and I really wasn't sure whether to go for it or not. But when your mother said that she was getting it done - a trim down there, she called it - I decided to give it a try. You still haven't said if you like it."
"You look stunning" I told her. Did you have to decide what to ask for, how much to get taken off?"
"The two of us went together to the rooms where they do this stuff and there were pictures of the options. I didn't know where to start, but your mother said that she was going to get hers trimmed to leave just a line down the centre of her tummy. I said that I didn't dare go that far, what with college medicals coming up and the like, so she suggested this. Do you really like it?"
"And has my mother seen how it ended up?"
"Oh yes. There was a screen between us while we were being worked on, but once we were both back in the changing room, she insisted on inspecting me there - and showing me hers."
"So, she expected you to show me this evening? How would that have been possible if she hadn't been called into work?"
"I imagine she would have told me to bring you upstairs and to strip off for you. While she was checking me out after I'd been done, she told me it was time to let you see me down there and enjoy whatever happened next. She did add that she totally agreed with us not going all the way, but that there was a load of fun to be had without going that far. If you really like it, take your clothes off and come here."
When I was naked, with Jo lying back on my bed, she looked straight at me, then opened her legs to give me my first sight of her cunt.
I was lost for words, then realised that there was a new scent in the room, one I had never picked up on her before.
Before I could even mention it, Jo said "What you can smell is this" pointing to her pussy.
"The smell is something you are going to have to get used to, if you want me stripping off when we have fun. I think I've been wet there since we were still at the salon. Come closer and have a good look; after all, part of the service this afternoon involved my attendant cleaning up any hairs that were between my legs, or even further back, near my bum. Do you like the look of it?"
"It looks good enough to kiss" I told her.
"Show me" she instructed me.
She was soaking wet as I tasted her and as I built up the sensations for her, just as my dear mother had taught me, she started to squirt, tiny amounts at first, then whole mouthfuls and finally, as she started to moan and push her hips off the bed, a torrent that drenched me, yet she seemed utterly oblivious to what had happened.
Jo lay there, panting, for some moments, then turned to me and told me it was now my turn. Throughout my sucking her, my cock had been rigid. She looked down at it, then positioned herself to get full access to it with her mouth.
"That was so good, I want to pay you back in the same way. I hope you can't get pregnant if you have a man's cum in your mouth," she said, "because that's exactly what I want right now."
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By our own crazy standards, it turned into an early night. I took Jo back to her house, then walked back to my house, thinking through all that had happened with Jo and my mother, then with the pair of us. It was exciting stuff.
I must have got back home just minutes after mother arrived there. She was clearly waiting to hear my news, curled up in her chair with a cup of tea.
"Come and tell me all about it" she told me.
"All about what?" I replied.
"Did she describe all the things we had done to us today?"
"I guess so."
"And did she seem to have enjoyed herself?"
"Very much so, as far as I can tell."
"And did she show you everything - I mean, did she take everything off to show you?"
"Yes, she did."
"And did you like what you saw?"
"I loved it - and then she showed me more and I got the chance to put all your training to the test."
"And do you think you passed that test?"
"Well.....judging by the way she came, and what she then did to me, I'd have to say that we both made sure that what had clearly been a super day for her finished on a high."
"Did she tell you about the trim down there that I had done?"
"Yes."
"Would you like to see it - or are you too worn out for any more fun?"
"I'd love to see it - but let's go upstairs."
Mother excused herself to go to the toilet, telling me to get undressed and wait for her on my bed. Being eighteen years old has its benefits, for as I undressed, my cock was already standing to attention in anticipation of what was going to come next with my hot mother. She appeared in my room, wearing only her panties. These she removed, to display the landing strip that she had described it as to Jo earlier in the day.
It was the sexiest looking pubic hair I had ever even imagined and still to this day, that is the styling, the appearance, that turns me on the most.
"Now that you've seen it, do you feel up to having some fun?" mother asked, "it certainly looks as if that nice big cock could do with some attention."
I started to say "I haven't washed myself there since Jo and I were.....well, you know."
"And I haven't washed myself either - and I've been thinking about what a great day it was with Jo all evening while I was at work - and I haven't washed it now after peeing. So why don't we just get on with it?"
My mother lay back against my pillows, her legs apart and her cunt shining with moisture, whether her juices or remnants of her piss, I didn't know - and didn't care.
"I think that if you've been sucking Jo off and she's done the same to you, a proper fuck is called for. What do you think?"
Before I could start to answer, mother told me that she wanted me to smell her first, before putting my cock into her, and tell her whether her smell was as much a turn-on as Jo's had been. Although I was as ready to fuck as I could have been, I could still realise that my dear mother, this outwardly respectable lady, was more in the mood than at any other time since we started messing with each other.
After I had smelled her delicious cunt and told her what she wanted to hear, she rolled over onto her front, then knelt up so that I could enter her from behind. I came quickly and moved to pull out so that I could finish her off with my mouth.
"No, leave it in; I bet it will get hard again soon enough and then you can fuck me nice and slowly, until we both come."
"I think your girlfriend has got the sexiest body," mother said, as we rested, coupled together. "I don't really have much time for women who like sex with other women, but I could see myself making an exception for Jo. Did you really enjoy sucking her and the taste of it?"
I mumbled a yes, still trying to believe what my mother had just said. Was she honestly telling me that she, my mother, would like to have sex with my girlfriend? Mother shifted position and my cock sprang to attention, ready to unload its cum for the third time in just a few hours.
And so my adventures moved on to a different, kinkier plane, where all three of us found out things about ourselves that took us by surprise - but were extremely enjoyable.
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