My Japanese Mother and Me #3

This is a continuation of my previous account of my relationship with my Mother. My Japanese Mother and Me and My Japanese Mother and Me #2. These can be found using Japanese as the search word. On my first weekend at home in the term holidays, my Mother took me, instead of my father (who was in Shanghai), to an onsen in the mountains for two nights. It was just a two hour bus ride from our home. I had been there with my parents 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 as a twelve year old, but it certainly interested me now. There was no reaction from the check-in staff when my Mother introduced me as her son. Perhaps they thought I was her young lover, or maybe they just accepted it as normal for a mother to share the double bed with her teenage son. From the casual comments, of my friends at School about their co-sleeping, I suspected the latter. We undressed quickly, put on the towelling robes provided and went out to the spa. I tried the waterfall but found it chilly. The pool however, was blissful and for some time we had it all to ourselves. Then a middle aged couple joined us with the usual wordless bowing appropriate to the situation. Their presence made me feel even more special, I loved being in public like this with my Mother. Then a family group joined us: mother, father and two daughters. One called to me, giving me permission to raise my averted gaze. I immediately recognised them as students from my old School and somewhat self-consciously, as they had dropped their robes and now just held the customary tiny washer, returned their greeting. Shielding their pubic areas with the washers, they eased into the pool near me and the eldest asked me in English about university, allowing me to appraise her cute breasts and her sisters pubescent chest as I provided a lengthy reply in English. They could have moved into deeper water but they were relaxed staying at the waist deep end of the pool. The youngest soon became bored with the talk about tertiary education and climbed out to try the waterfall. Her excited shrieking soon persuaded her sister to join her and I watched appreciatively as they jumped around under the waterfall and in and out of the pool, their washers long forgotten and their complete nakedness on display. My appreciation was noted by my Mother, who encouraged me to join them at the waterfall until I showed her my erection. She smiled knowingly and helpfully got out first so she could pass me my robe. As she did, I was suddenly acutely aware of my adoration of her mature adult body, its ripeness, its mellowness, its readiness. We saw the girls and their parents at dinner, which was a more appropriate venue for normal Japanese formalities, and the girls and I introduced our parents. Later, in bed I told Mum that seeing teenage girls naked for the first time had been great, especially as I knew them from School, and my erection was in response to that. Then I tried to explain to her how I felt at that moment in the pool when she passed my robe. Not just my gratitude for her thoughtfulness but my adoration of her gorgeous mature body. She cried a little then but she was smiling through her tears, maybe because she knew that the erection I had now was for her. She burrowed down under the futon and took it in her mouth, which instantly put me in heaven. She had not done that for years, not since I started ejaculating at age fifteen. I tried to warn her. I even said I'm going to come in both English and in Japanese and tried to pull away but she grabbed me around the bum and it was still there when I ejaculated. Still, she came up smiling and explaining simply "I forgot tissues. We cannot let it get on their linen you know". I kissed her gently and tasted myself before drifting off to sleep. The next morning we said our goodbyes to the School family at breakfast and I felt a tinge of regret that those nubile bodies were leaving. However, we had the spa to ourselves and I enjoyed displaying my arousal as we glided around touching each other in the tepid water. After lunch we walked in the forest before making another visit to the spa. This time we had the company of two family groups and an older couple. Despite their discrete behaviour, my knowledge of female anatomy was further enhanced and again my Mum had to come to my rescue, with my robe and her knowing smile as she whispered you are learning a lot this weekend. Back at home we chatted about these most recent learning experiences at the onsen and I confessed my wish to do to her what she had done to me on Saturday night. "I know what you mean but I do not think you will like doing that" she explained "it is not nice". "Please let me try. I tasted you before you know". "All right, but we must have a very thorough bath first". I took my time, first giving her a full body massage. After some time she gave me a clear invitation by lifting her knees and spreading her thighs, revealing her slightly pouting inner lips. I moved between her legs and bending, kissed them. My tongue searched in the crevices until it located the firm bud that I knew was her clitoris. Concentrating my initial efforts there, I felt it growing and pulling away to look I could see it was now protruding from within its hood. Soon I found I could catch it between my lips and the reaction from Mum when I gave it a tug, encouraged me to do it again and again and again. She pushed my head down between her legs and my tongue found her urethra, a firm little hole that only the very tip of my tongue could enter. There was a sudden sharp taste of piss and then my head was pressed down further where it probed the tight opening to her vagina. The resistance my fingers had overcome a few days earlier proved too much for my tiring tongue so I just sat and admired the sprinkling of downy hair on her outer lips, which had spread to reveal the pouting inner lips glistening pink petals edged in indigo. "This is beautiful. It smells fragrant and tastes delicious. I just wish I could get my tongue in there". She reached down, did something and directed "try now". I did and suddenly my tongue was inside. I pressed my face into her vulva, so close I was almost unable to breathe, and willed my tongue to touch her cervix. I was in paradise but soon my tongue was killing me. Reluctantly, I withdrew and went back to licking her clitoris and sucking her lips. "Enough. Now come here my lovely boy" she instructed, so I moved and as I did, my hypersensitive penis glided over her glistening labia and channelled my ejaculate onto her tummy. As I drifted off to sleep, I heard her say "nobody has ever done that for me before". When Wednesday finally came, I was very ready. I tried to hurry breakfast but I sensed that she needed to be in charge so I subdued my eagerness. We bathed earlier than usual, but without haste. Then Mum led me to the bedroom. She handed me the moisturiser and lay down, asking me to massage her breasts. That was a most pleasurable experience for us both. After a while, Mum drew attention to the lubricant oozing from my penis. She explained that the massage was having the same effect on her and soon she would be ready. She was correct. I gently parted her labia and felt a slippery wetness. She sat up and made room on the futon, directing me to lie down. She knelt over my torso and her vulva softly brushed my navel, before she sat back on my thighs. She just looked at me then, for what seemed like an eternity, taking it all in I guess. Perhaps the significance of her intention to take my virginity had raised a feeling of self-reproach. I was suddenly afraid: afraid for her if we did it, and afraid we would not. "I love you Mum I assured her and I so want you to be the first". She smiled and lent forward to kiss me, her moistness against my erection. Then she sat back, raised herself and raised my penis to meet her vulva. I felt that special softness and wetness and warmth, then the same resistance my exploring fingers had encountered, then suddenly I was in, and years of accumulated gratitude and love flowed into my Mother.