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Love Making Instructions From My Mother

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My mother was very young when I was born.  Now in my early 20's she is still young and beautiful.  

In my youth my dad travelled extensively often gone several weeks at a time.  As I aged my mom spent more and more time sunning herself at the country club.  She had a poster girl figure with everything in all the correct places proportioned to perfection.  Always choosing very revealing swim suits her tan was exquisite.  Part of the perfect tan came from sunbathing naked on our back deck. Once in college,  I was gone more which gave her more freedom.  Seemingly my dad also was travelling more.  I had begun dating Holly and life was generally good since we all sort of went our separate ways tolerating each other when we had to be together. Now,  as a bit of background,  we had a large multi story house.  Going up the stairs to the top floor there were four doors.  Two on the right and two on the left.  Moms room was the first door on the left.  My room was the second door on the right.  The diagonal configuration allowed me to kind of watch her in her bed.  Watching was especially easy since mom had mirrors everywhere in the room. The mirrors allowed me to be in bed and masturbate as my mother moaned and made other sounds until the magic point of orgasm for her.  I learned she had a box under the bed.  After she touched and caressed her entire body the box would emerge.  She would then insert what looked like a large black penis in herself.  In a matter of moments she would be moaning  and writhing in ecstasy.  Naturally I tried to cum at that same moment dreaming I had given her pleasure. One night Holly and I went out.  Holly was into kissing and very mild petting with all our clothes on.  A border line Puritan she had a beautiful body and I majored in persistence.  My hand went just a bit too far and the date had a very early end.  I stopped and had a beer before heading home. In my spot in the driveway  was a Benz convertible which I thought I recognized.  I parked on the street and virtually silently let myself into the house.  As quietly as possible I crept to my room and got ready for bed. Seemingly there was more moaning from the bedroom than just my mom.  The mirrors did there job and from my bed I saw Sherry.  Sherry was sort of my mom's pool buddy at the club.  The two of them drank together,  sunned together,  and generally fielded bitch sessions about their husband's and men in general.  Here they were together,  beautiful,  naked,  and all over each other. I watched them kiss,  touch each other,  probe each other,  grind their pussy together but with a gentleness and romantic touch that was astounding.  They would each bring the other to the brink then slow down lay back and just cuddle.  It happened so many times and trust me I could tell the difference in my mom's sounds that it was just beautiful.   Then they would lay in each others arms and cuddle some more.   In the end the orgasm my mom had was the loudest I had ever heard come from the room,  then almost as a crescendo Sherry cried out. At this point I was laying in a sticky mess in the bed.  Thank god we had a maid who had covered for me since I was young. Early the next morning I moved to the driveway thankful I had not been ticketed for parking on the street.  I washed and waxed the car.   Heading for the back door I found mom on the deck in only the bottom part of her suit.  She knew I loved to look and she knew how to show herself off.  Blowing her a kiss I headed for the shower.   Emerging from the shower with only a towel around me mom beckoned me from her room.  She was sitting in the chair by her bed and instructed me to sit on the bed.  Well the list began outlining my transgressions from the previous night.  Seems I parked where mom and Sherry could see the car when Sherry left;  in advertently I had snapped off the porch light; and,  by the way,  mirrors work two ways and they loved watching me stroke as I watched them.  Vaguely I remember her saying I was in big trouble. My admonishment seemingly over I rose to leave the room.  Mom rose as well stepping into my path of retreat.  She put her arms around me and told me she wanted a hug.  While holding me she asked if Holly and I had 'done it' yet. The look on my face answered all her questions.  She then asked if I was a good kisser volunteering to give me pointers.  She kissed me like my mom a couple times before our lips met and locked together.  The kiss sent electricity through my body and affected me within the towel.  Pulling away I looked at her now fully appreciating the beauty I saw. As we kissed again mom released my towel.  Now my mother was really young when she had me.  She looked down exclaiming I had much better equipment than my dad did.  She took off the bottoms to her suit and pressed her breasts against my chest.  I could feel her nipples harden as she kissed me,  as we kissed each other. Taking my hand we lay on her bed.  She whispered she wanted me to know how to make love to a woman.  Slowly she moved her hands on me and took my hand placing it where she wanted it to be on her.  Three times that day I was in her,  three times that day I came within her.   We finally got up,  showered and met Sherry at the club for a late dinner where Sherry demanded every detail. To this day I have never seen two women make love again.  All I know is there is a beautiful,  tender,  romantic element with two women that a man can never duplicate.  Someday,  somewhere I want that experience again.

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