Mums the word (part 1)
This is the story of how I ended up fucking the mother of my girlfriend.
I had a long term girlfriend, Amanda, and we lived about 30 minutes from her mother. Her mother was a widow and lived alone so we would visit a lot to help around the house and often I would cut the grass and do the garden. Her mum was very outgoing and very prim and proper, but she had never met anyone after her husband died.
When Amanda and I broke up I agreed to continue to help out with the garden in return she offered to give me free tennis lessons (oh, and she was a tennis coach, and her name is Monica).
We would meet for a tennis lesson and then go back to the house where I would mow the grass etc etc. Monica has a very athletic build with good legs and has much bigger tits than her daughter. She is very tidy for her age.
Often we would end up chatting, usually she would have a gin and me a beer.
One day, while chatting, she admitted that she was dating again and had met a guy that she liked.
He had asked her if she wanted to go away with him for the weekend in a few weeks time but she was unsure what to do.
It turns out she hadn't had sex since her husband died, and even then their sex life had been pretty boring (her word). She admitted that she loved sex but her husband was very much old school... and vanilla. (again, her description) and she was worried because men today expected so much more.
I was enjoying the chat and we had more to drink. Here I was talking sex with my ex's mum and I was getting turned on.
She admitted to watching some porn she was given by a girlfriend and that had scared her. I asked what the porn was, but she wouldn't tell me.
I was feeling horny and a bit bold, so I asked her how often she masturbated, expecting her to either throw me out or just get mad. Instead, she opened up and shared that she didnt really masturbate although she used to do it a lot.
I told her that she should speak to Amanda. I shared that Amanda must masturbate at least once a day and there was nothing wrong with it. To that she blushed but she admitted she couldnt talk to her daughter about sex... it wouldnt be right.....
So I said, why not talk to me. In fact, why don't I coach you to be confident again.
(OK, so now this is starting to sound like an old letter in penthouse magazine... but this is how it all went)
At this point it was me that was blushing, however Monica sat back, paused, and said... Im in, what do you have in mind?
Thinking fast, and trying not to spook her, I went on to explain that the key to good sex was being comfortable with yourself, first and foremost. If you feel comfortable, then your inhibitions will disappear and you can really enjoy yourself. If you are enjoying yourself, then the sex is going to be awesome.
(I remember giving this little speech and it has become my view on sex since... it is all about enjoying and having fun).
I asked about her fears, what she was worried about and what she would like to happen with a new guy. It was all getting rater explicit and I was hiding my growing bulge (I was wearing tennis shorts so difficult to hide) but basically she had not been naked in front of a man for a very long time, had not had sex, not been intimate and not touched a cock... basically everything scared her, and she wanted to be confident and be a good lover.
She did admit to really enjoying sex when she was younger and had multiple partners before her husband.
We made a plan to meet the following week however before our meet she had to do some homework (we also both agreed that this was 100% between us and neither would ever tell Amanda or anyone else)
Homework:
1. She had to go buy some lingerie that she would feel sexy in, as next week she was to wear it for me.
2. She had to buy some sex toys, including a realistic dildo, some lube, and something else naughty. (I showed her an adult web store she could buy those from... and even pointed out a dildo that her daughter owned...)
3. She had to write down 3 sexual fantasies of things she would like to try, or how she would like a meeting to go, or things that she would like to learn. These can be anything however had to be something realistic that she would consider acting out.
4. She had to masturbate... to orgasm.
I gave her my mobile number, and we arranged to meet in a week time. I stood up to leave and gave her a hug (as I would always do) however Monica reached down and grabbed my hard-on and said... "next week"... and I left.
To complicate matters, Amanda and I were no longer going out however we would still meet up occasionally to fuck. That night Amanda popped over and we were chatting and having a drink when I got a text message from her mum... saying "I just had an orgasm thinking of how I grabbed your cock". I obviously kept this a secret but then went and fucked Amanda but was thinking of her mum and next week.
Our First Training Session:
Before meeting, Monica had increasingly been messaging me of her thoughts, fears and desires. These had got more and more explicit and I was really nervous about meeting. We had already decided to not do the tennis lesson and I was to turn up a bit later and to let myself in as the door would be unlocked.
I knocked on the door and let myself in. I called out for Monica and went to the kitchen to get a beer. She yelled from her bedroom to say to make myself comfortable and she would be right out.
I nervously sat in her lounge, opened my beer and waited.
Monica came out of the bedroom in a black silk-satin slip covering a black bra, black silk panties and stockings with suspenders (she even had really slutty red lipstick). She had obviously had a few gin and tonics and was obviously nervous... however she smiled and said, what do you think?
Writing this now, and reliving the memory, I am so fucking horny as it was a pretty amazing sight. Here was the mum of my ex. standing in front of me in fabulous lingerie that didnt hide much of her body asking for my opinion.
I was speechless and didnt know what to do. I was supposed to be helping her as a teacher and all I could think of was fucking her, there and then.
I have a real lingerie fetish so was incredibly turned on by her outfit however she did have a lovely body considering her age and having had offspring and I told her so. I couldnt get over how confident she was. She knew she was looking amazing and she grabbed my now rock hard cock through my jeans and said... good!
She then went into great detail on her choice of lingerie. She explained the slip made her more confident because it covered all the "bumps and flabby bit of being a mum", and chose silk because she loves the feel. She did twirls so I could see it all and even let me touch the lingerie.
Then we sat down on the sofa and she smiled at me and said... now what?
I had a long term girlfriend, Amanda, and we lived about 30 minutes from her mother. Her mother was a widow and lived alone so we would visit a lot to help around the house and often I would cut the grass and do the garden. Her mum was very outgoing and very prim and proper, but she had never met anyone after her husband died.
When Amanda and I broke up I agreed to continue to help out with the garden in return she offered to give me free tennis lessons (oh, and she was a tennis coach, and her name is Monica).
We would meet for a tennis lesson and then go back to the house where I would mow the grass etc etc. Monica has a very athletic build with good legs and has much bigger tits than her daughter. She is very tidy for her age.
Often we would end up chatting, usually she would have a gin and me a beer.
One day, while chatting, she admitted that she was dating again and had met a guy that she liked.
He had asked her if she wanted to go away with him for the weekend in a few weeks time but she was unsure what to do.
It turns out she hadn't had sex since her husband died, and even then their sex life had been pretty boring (her word). She admitted that she loved sex but her husband was very much old school... and vanilla. (again, her description) and she was worried because men today expected so much more.
I was enjoying the chat and we had more to drink. Here I was talking sex with my ex's mum and I was getting turned on.
She admitted to watching some porn she was given by a girlfriend and that had scared her. I asked what the porn was, but she wouldn't tell me.
I was feeling horny and a bit bold, so I asked her how often she masturbated, expecting her to either throw me out or just get mad. Instead, she opened up and shared that she didnt really masturbate although she used to do it a lot.
I told her that she should speak to Amanda. I shared that Amanda must masturbate at least once a day and there was nothing wrong with it. To that she blushed but she admitted she couldnt talk to her daughter about sex... it wouldnt be right.....
So I said, why not talk to me. In fact, why don't I coach you to be confident again.
(OK, so now this is starting to sound like an old letter in penthouse magazine... but this is how it all went)
At this point it was me that was blushing, however Monica sat back, paused, and said... Im in, what do you have in mind?
Thinking fast, and trying not to spook her, I went on to explain that the key to good sex was being comfortable with yourself, first and foremost. If you feel comfortable, then your inhibitions will disappear and you can really enjoy yourself. If you are enjoying yourself, then the sex is going to be awesome.
(I remember giving this little speech and it has become my view on sex since... it is all about enjoying and having fun).
I asked about her fears, what she was worried about and what she would like to happen with a new guy. It was all getting rater explicit and I was hiding my growing bulge (I was wearing tennis shorts so difficult to hide) but basically she had not been naked in front of a man for a very long time, had not had sex, not been intimate and not touched a cock... basically everything scared her, and she wanted to be confident and be a good lover.
She did admit to really enjoying sex when she was younger and had multiple partners before her husband.
We made a plan to meet the following week however before our meet she had to do some homework (we also both agreed that this was 100% between us and neither would ever tell Amanda or anyone else)
Homework:
1. She had to go buy some lingerie that she would feel sexy in, as next week she was to wear it for me.
2. She had to buy some sex toys, including a realistic dildo, some lube, and something else naughty. (I showed her an adult web store she could buy those from... and even pointed out a dildo that her daughter owned...)
3. She had to write down 3 sexual fantasies of things she would like to try, or how she would like a meeting to go, or things that she would like to learn. These can be anything however had to be something realistic that she would consider acting out.
4. She had to masturbate... to orgasm.
I gave her my mobile number, and we arranged to meet in a week time. I stood up to leave and gave her a hug (as I would always do) however Monica reached down and grabbed my hard-on and said... "next week"... and I left.
To complicate matters, Amanda and I were no longer going out however we would still meet up occasionally to fuck. That night Amanda popped over and we were chatting and having a drink when I got a text message from her mum... saying "I just had an orgasm thinking of how I grabbed your cock". I obviously kept this a secret but then went and fucked Amanda but was thinking of her mum and next week.
Our First Training Session:
Before meeting, Monica had increasingly been messaging me of her thoughts, fears and desires. These had got more and more explicit and I was really nervous about meeting. We had already decided to not do the tennis lesson and I was to turn up a bit later and to let myself in as the door would be unlocked.
I knocked on the door and let myself in. I called out for Monica and went to the kitchen to get a beer. She yelled from her bedroom to say to make myself comfortable and she would be right out.
I nervously sat in her lounge, opened my beer and waited.
Monica came out of the bedroom in a black silk-satin slip covering a black bra, black silk panties and stockings with suspenders (she even had really slutty red lipstick). She had obviously had a few gin and tonics and was obviously nervous... however she smiled and said, what do you think?
Writing this now, and reliving the memory, I am so fucking horny as it was a pretty amazing sight. Here was the mum of my ex. standing in front of me in fabulous lingerie that didnt hide much of her body asking for my opinion.
I was speechless and didnt know what to do. I was supposed to be helping her as a teacher and all I could think of was fucking her, there and then.
I have a real lingerie fetish so was incredibly turned on by her outfit however she did have a lovely body considering her age and having had offspring and I told her so. I couldnt get over how confident she was. She knew she was looking amazing and she grabbed my now rock hard cock through my jeans and said... good!
She then went into great detail on her choice of lingerie. She explained the slip made her more confident because it covered all the "bumps and flabby bit of being a mum", and chose silk because she loves the feel. She did twirls so I could see it all and even let me touch the lingerie.
Then we sat down on the sofa and she smiled at me and said... now what?
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