My Japanese Mother and Me #2

Thank you all for your supporting comments on my first posting My Japanese Mother and Me. It was also good that no one criticised my English. I rushed home as soon as my term examinations were done, wanting to reach home before the weekend, when my father would be there. When I left for university Mum had made a promise that I knew she could not do if he was at home. My early arrival on Thursday was unexpected and, despite her obvious joy in having me home, put my Mother into turmoil. I was very keen to immediately do something special but Mum was more interested to make some special sushi and in finding out how I went in my examinations. The probing questions kept coming until, getting desperate, I pressed her against the kitchen bench, my erect penis between her bottom cheeks, and reached under her apron to cup her breasts. She twisted away to get salmon from the refrigerator but it was too late for me. After my celibate term, the softness and warmth of her bottom and her breasts was just too much and I came in my slacks. Suddenly, she was back in mothering mode. She led me to the bedroom, muttering the Japanese equivalent of "oh dear, oh my poor boy, you have waited so long", lay me back on the futon and removed my wet slacks and undies. My softening penis quickly returned to full erection as she gently wiped me with a warm damp cloth. It was in fact an old nappy, soft from multiple washings and carefully stored in the linen cupboard. Writing this I am reminded of the authors comment in the research paper The Universality of Incest that Japanese mothers accept that their toilet training duty extends to teaching their sons about masturbation. She fetched a pair of her clean undies and as she drew them up, tenderly kissed my penis and whispered first we eat before she returned to the kitchen. The best thing about sushi is the zero cooking time. Soon we were kneeling at the table, enjoying the fresh salmon and avocado sushi and chatting about everything. Well, almost everything. I never ask her directly about her relationship with my father and I never mention her sexual relationship with me. Nevertheless, I was keen to learn how my father was getting on at work and was delighted to hear that he had been promoted and was currently in Shanghai as part of his new duties. Mum had once indicated that they always used a condom, suggesting that this was for health protection as well as contraception, so when she mentioned Shanghai (where I have heard the prostitutes are cheap and may have AIDS) I detected a tone of apprehension. I was still wearing her undies which did nothing to hide my erection and as I stood to clear away the plates, suddenly it was just there, right in front of her face. "It has got bigger" she observed "has it been inside?" "Definitely not" I assured "you promised......". She smiled a knowing smile and confirmed "and I never break a promise, but we must wait until next week for that". My obvious disappointment prompted her to explain "my next period is due in two weeks, so right now I'm fertile, but next Wednesday Ill be safe". As realisation of her intention swept over me, my penis stiffened further. Mum was going to let me do it properly! It was bath time and we took our time, taking it in turns to soap each other in the warm room. She lay back and her slim body attracted my massaging hands: down from her neck, over shoulders, over around and under those breasts I worshipped, to hips and then, turning my palms outward, I pressed between her thighs and continued down to finish at her feet. Returning, I would raise her knees a little and pause to admire her slightly pouting inner lips, while massaging her outer lips with my thumbs a technique I knew she adored. It took a long time and a little help from her, but eventually she climaxed. I was delighted and told her so, which led to us talking about our sexual relationship for the first time. We acknowledged that what had begun as a simple demonstration had now become much more significant for both of us. We both recognised the importance of the pleasure we were giving and receiving. She was grateful for the sexual pleasure I could help her achieve, something my father could not (or would not) provide. Then it was my turn, but Mum kept talking, about relationships, about family love and responsibilities. She reminded me that when I was older, our sexual activities must cease because I would need to find a good wife and settle down. Such thoughts were a million miles away as I lay back thinking about next Wednesday and enjoying her tender touch. Her massage was almost enough in itself and when she wrapped her two little hands around my penis I ejaculated over us both. She just giggled and reaching for the ladle to rinse us both, suggested "gracious you are still too full, maybe there is even one more in there for tonight". And there was one more, which was pumped out over those beautiful breasts, to be spread over each one in turn by my Mother as she explained how semen is an excellent emollient. I slept very soundly that night. With Dad away we had the weekend to ourselves. I was determined to give Mum a climax without her assistance so after our bath on Friday I insisted on giving her a full massage, using the next best emollient we knew Dove moisturiser. I started on her back but my hands soon found their way to her bottom and thighs, which spread conveniently, allowing access to the recesses. However, I purposely avoided touching her vulva as I had something special in mind. I gently rolled her over and spread the moisturiser over her breasts. Being my favourite, they took up a lot of time but it did not matter and I knew it was making her feel very relaxed, even sleepy. Her thighs were parting, so I moved down there and gently massaged her almost hairless labia. She was almost asleep so while continuing to massage externally, I carefully and slowly pressed a finger inside. First just a little but when there was no reaction, I pressed in further, passed a tight ring into where it felt open, wet and warm, almost hot. I tried a second finger without success so concentrated on deeper penetration with the middle one. I could feel soft pleats and pressed against them. Mum gave a little moan, definitely of pleasure so I continued rhythmically pressing against the wall of her vagina with my middle finger, while fingers of the other hand continued to massage her labia. She suddenly spoke my name "Yoshi", startling me and I stopped "no, do not stop, that feels wonderful, do not stop" she insisted. I resumed and soon I was even slightly lifting her off the futon with my finger. I was tiring but I was determined to continue until she climaxed. And she did, with a huge shudder and I felt for the first time in my life the vaginal contractions of a woman having an orgasm. There was an almost clear jelly-like fluid coming out onto my hand and the futon not piss, it was something else. I withdrew my finger, licked it and tasted my Mother. Even more was coming out, so I reached for the tissues. "Oh goodness, did I overflow? I have not done that for years." My pride was overflowing too. I had finally given her a climax, unaided. "Wow! That was a surprise. Who taught you to do that?" she asked reproachfully. "I found a sex-ed site on the library computer" I defended "it shows what to do, so I learnt how." "You are a very good student and I love you" confirmed my Mother as she reached up and pulled me down to nestle my face between those beautiful breasts. That night she announced a surprise for me. Some time ago she had booked for two at an onsen in the mountains near our home. As Dad was away, I would go in his place. I had been there many years ago and remembered it well - a traditional mountain inn, with a hot pool and a cool waterfall. I also remembered that it had mixed bathing. That had not interested me much as a twelve year old, but it certainly interested me now. To be continued.