Mother’s Girl 2

MOTHER’S GIRL 2

story dedicated to ‘ – ‘, ‘shay’ and ‘Mikeyc4023’

Several readers have asked for more details of my wonderful new relationship with my mother but have aked me to spend more time on telling how we seduce each other and less time on the actual physical act to which the seduction inevitably leads. Well, you are a bunch of softies but to be truthful I’m very pleased to be able to take this view.

Anybody can write clothes ripping, steamy sex action but as my more discerning readership knows, real seduction is not like that. Foreplay is the best part of sex for many people and that certainly includes mother and I. We sometimes play with each other for hours; all afternoon for example; just holding back when passion seems to be getting out of control, and then almost starting again from the beginning so that when we reach that point from which there is no going back, our orgasms are literally mind and senses shattering and afterwards we lie together and time stands still.

My mind cannot begin to comprehend why or how straight sexuality works. I cannot imagine a situation where I should wish to make love to a man and I know mother thinks the same way now, although I’m grateful (for my existence in this beautiful world) that she saw things differently at least once, a quarter of a century ago.

I make no apology for the long and partially irrelevant introduction to this story. The pace is now set for this narrative.

Yesterday afternoon, I came home after a day in a hot and stuffy office and found mother dead- heading flowers in the garden. It had been a hot and almost windless day and although she was wearing a very thin top, a summer dress and a sun hat she had caught the sun and was more than ready to stop for a cooling drink. In my office I have to dress quite formally and my business suit together with the usual accessories had done very little to reduce my own feelings of discomfort. Mother went into the kitchen and returned with two glasses and a jug of iced lime juice. We sat down on the patio under the shade of the large, colourful parasol which is the centre piece of our garden furniture.

After half an hour or so I said that I’d feel better for a shower and a change of clothing but Mum, who had moved her chair very close to mine whispered that what she would really like would be to share a bath with me. I could immediately see the attractions of this because we have just changed our bath to a large corner one with built in jacuzzi. We finished our drinks and made our way upstairs.

While mother ran the water into the bath and made sure the temperature was just right, I undressed and put my suit on a hanger in my wardrobe and put my undies and tights into the laundry basket. When I walked into the bathroom Mum was just stepping out of her knickers, her only remaining piece of clothing, and I waited for them to be lying on the floor before putting my arms round her back and pulling her to me and having parted her lips with my tongue giving her a long, slow and generous kiss.