Mother Knows Best 2

MOTHER KNOWS BEST 2

After my last story about my mother and me there has been a lot of interest in how things progressed from there. I have also been told by a few people that I should make the next account longer. Well if that’s the way you want it……………………………….

As you would imagine, after my mother had introduced me to the delights of her body and sexual intercourse generally or ‘shagging’ as we called it at school,; curiously although we all used the ‘F’ word on a regular basis, we rarely connected it with the actual physical act of sex! Another thing, I should think that few of my class mates had my sort of experience, unless we were all shagging our Mothers and one or two of my friends’ mums had caused me to dampen my sheets at night! Anyway, as I was saying; as you would imagine, thoughts of what we had done that afternoon filled my thoughts frequently when I lay in bed at night just before I went to sleep and being a normal teenaged boy I wanked myself off in pints with mind blowing thoughts about it.

You’ll remember the layout of my parents’ house, won’t you, and if you don’t have another look at MKB. My single bed was against the wall diving my room from my parent’s room. It was sited lenthways down the wall and my parent’s double bed was headboard onto the wall in their room. This was probably a little shortsighted of them because it meant that I could lean the side of my face against the wall and hear certain noises coming from the end of their bed. I did notice when I started to take an interest in such matters that they had moved the headboard, an ornate brass structure, away from the wall slightly, so that the (presumably) incessant thump, thump,thump of it connecting with the plasterwork on certain nights didn’t keep me awake! We were all very naive in those days, well I had been up these events and it hadn’t actually occurred to me that sound travels both ways and because I could sometimes, by straining my ears, catch snatches of conversation through the wall, that they could sometimes catch sounds of creaking bedsprings from my side! Oh well… if I’d have known that it could have strangled my libido for ever!

My Dad was a senior executive with a local firm and quite frequently had to go up to London or other large cities or even abroad to attend conferences and business meetings in connection with his work. It just so happened that a couple of weeks after my first adventure with Mum he had to go away for a couple of nights. I went to bed around 10pm and Mum said that there was nothing on TV so she ‘d do the same. Remember, in those days there were only two channels on British television and of course the pictures were of poorer quality (and in black and white of course). She told me that she had a good book to read…….. well she would….. wouldn’t she!

I put my light out quite quickly because I’d been looking at my mother’s legs (black nylons the tops of which I could just catch a glimpse of as she’d moved on the settee in the sitting room) and I wanted to wank before I went to sleep. I lay in the dark and untied my pyjama bottoms and began to stroke my cock which was quickly fully erect. My thoughts drifted down to my mother lying on the settee with her skirt riding up her thighs which were parted slightly so that from my position ( I was lying on the carpet in front of the fire) I could see between them and glimpse not only the tops of her stockings, but in my imagination, the front of her knickers. As I began to wank with slow luxurious strokes, in my imagination, I saw her look down at me and open her legs and invite me to fondle her cunt though her knckers. I stopped and slowly squeezed the head of my cock and relived the moment again when I’d first touched that hairy mound of flesh and then I suddenly I became aware of noises coming through the wall next to my right ear.