Unexpected Experience with Mother-in-Law ? Part 2

So, in part 1, I told the story of how my mother-in-law walked in on me while I was masturbating and I ended up getting one of the best hand jobs of my life from her.  After a groin curdling orgasm that sent shockwaves of pleasure through my body, andthoroughly delighted Norma at the sight of my cum jetting upward due to her ministrations, she admitted that not only had she never actually seen a man ejaculate, she had never masturbated herself either.

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“Norma, have you ever touched yourself before”?

“Oh god, I knew you were going to ask me that”.  She sighed and turned away.  “No”.

“Would you like me to teach you”?

She looked back at me. “Ok…”

She still seemed nervous, so I decided to take things slowly so this didn’t blow up in my face.  “Why don’t you just lie here beside me”?  I shifted over, and patted the spot on the bed beside where I had been lying moments earlier.  She slid across the edge of the mattress where she had been perched, and swung her short legs up onto the bed.  Norma is a very short woman, with wide hips and a nice, round bottom; despite her height, her legs were still very shapely.  As she settled into position, her right hip pressed against mine, sending a renewed shudder of desire through me.  Turning towards me, she admitted she was nervous and wasn’t sure we should do any more.

“Norma, we’ll only go as far as you want.  If you want to stop, we will and we’ll never talk about this again”.  That seemed torelax her a bit, and she untied the knotted belt of her robe, opening it to expose her knee-length cotton nightgown.  She looked over at me again.  “Now what?”

I took a deep breath to calm my nerves, but I was just as nervous as she was.  With her this close to me, I could also smell the fragrant soap she used earlier when I heard her running a bath.  “Why don’t you start by taking your panties off.  Is that ok?”

Norma thought about it for a moment, then took a deep breath of her own, lifted her hips up, and reached under her nightie to pull her panties off.  As they emerged from the hem of her nightie, I gasped slightly as I took in the sight of her classic “granny panties” and she dropped them off the edge.  I was hoping to catch a glimpse of the gusset to see our earlier play had left a wet spot, but they were out of sight too quickly.  She pulled the hem of her nighty back down to her knees.

“Are you feeling embarrassed?  There’s no need to.  After all, you’ve seen me in all my glory!”  She laughed at this, and glanceddown at my flaccid cock and the wet stains of cum on my t-shirt.  I glanced back down too and decided to strip off the last piece of clothing I was wearing.  Now fully naked, I made eye-contact with her.  “Better”?

She looked away, and subconsciously clasped her hands over her genitals.  She was still embarrassed, so if this was going to go any further, I needed to reassure her somehow.  Reaching over to the nightstand, I switched off the lamp which plunged the room into semi darkness.  The only (dim) light now was from the clock radio beside me.    “How about now”?

She agreed it was, and I sensed (and heard) her hands moving off her nightie.  “Now what”?

Finally!

“Well, start by touching yourself.  Just touch the outside, lightly, and see what each part feels like.  As I coached Norma, I thought back to the time my wife and I masturbated in front of each other, and how she told me she liked to touch herself.  I could never have guessed that our mutual masturbation session would come in so handy almost 15 year later!

Norma’s right hand had disappeared under the barely visible hem of her nighty.  There was some movement, but not a lot.  She carried on like this for several minutes, making almost no noise at all.  As the seconds ticked by and Norma continued to caress herself, my eyes grew accustomed to the dim light and I was able to see that the nightie had ridden up almost to her crotch, revealing her surprisingly smooth inner left thigh. But still, her touch was slow, tentative.  I couldn’t tell if she was getting aroused or not, and had to remind myself that not only was this probably the first time in her life that she’d masturbated, she was also in her mid-seventies and that her motor probably took a lot to get started.

But watching Norma’s hand moving under her nightie, feeling her hip against mine, as well as the top of her right foot brushing against my left calf was starting to get things working for me.  My cock twitched as it began to engorge again, and I absent-mindedly took myself in hand and started stroking again.

After about 10 minutes of Norma silent massaging herself, her breathing became faster.  For my part, I was now fully erect, but still a while away from another orgasm.  I could tell that Norma was watching me again while she masturbated.

“Does that feel good, Norma”?

“Oh yeah…it’s nice”.

“Do you like what you see”?  She reached out from her nighty to give my cock another firm tug over top of my own fingers.  “Oh yeah, it’s sexy”.  Her touch almost made me cum right there.

“Well, I’m feeling a bit self conscious here, seeing as I’m the only naked person in the bed.  Why don’t you let me see you?”  I was hoping she’d disrobe completely, but instead she just pulled the hem of her nightie up to her waist, exposing her wide but sparse pubic hair.  Damn…I wished the light was still on!  But with her pussy now fully exposed, I could see how she was touching herself.  She was rubbing all four fingers flat against her labia, in a slow circular motion.

“Have you tried touching your clitoris yet”?

She stopped her movement and glanced at me.  “My what”?

“It’s the hard little button at the top of your genitals.  It’s like a miniature penis”.  She laughed and said she didn’t have one of those.  

“Norma, every woman has one.  Would it be okay if I showed you were it was on you”?

“Oh god”, she sighed, and then said “Ok”.

Sitting up, I reached forward and gently stroked the inner thigh of her right leg as I moved towards her labia.  Her thigh was so soft, and in a moment my fingertips brushed the full lips of her genitals.  I traced my fingers up the length, starting at her perineum:  “these are your outer lips, the labia”.  Halfway up, I slipped a finger just inside the opening to expose her delicate inner lips:  “these are your inner lips”.  Keeping my index finger just inside the opening of her vagina, I lifted it straight upwards…slowly…to her small but hard clit.  “And this is your clitoris”.  I rested my index finger just under the base of the clit, and gently pinched with my thumb, causing her to audibly gasp “oh god!”

Withdrawing my hand, I was immediately struck by the change in temperature from her hot and slightly moist pussy.  “Now you try it”.

I watched as Norma inserted the tip of her own index finger and then brushed her thumb against her clit. After a few moments, she began moving the finger in and out…but in a frustratingly slow manner. 

“Are you getting close?”

I think Norma was getting frustrated too.  “It feels good, but is something else supposed to happen”?  I got the distinct impressionthat not only had Norma never masturbated before, she likely had never experienced an orgasm.  Time to take another risk…  “Can I help you like you helped me?”

She surprised me with the forcefulness of her reply. “In for a penny, in for a pound.”

I snuggled in close beside her, throwing my left arm around her shoulders and moving my right to her genitals where she was stillineffectively masturbating.  Taking a cue from her, I began tracing her labia with two fingers and using my thumb to gently massage beside her clit…just like my wife liked.  Before long, Norma sighed, and gently pushed herself back and forth against my fingers.  With her starting to react, I then dipped those same two fingers into her vagina…tentatively at first, then deeper. 

“Ohhhhh…”

Taking my cue from her reaction, I moved my fingers in and out while still maintaining gentle rhythmic pressure on her clit.  Norma was really starting to enjoy this treatment, and I suspected her climax would not be long.  My left arm was still wrapped around her, so reaching over with my free hand I gently caressed her left breast through the flimsy cotton fabric of her nightie.  Norma has very small breasts (unlike either of her daughters), but I was surprised to find her nipple was rock hard; my wife has “ingrown nipples” than never become erect, a trait she claims she shares with her sister.  My wife also claims her nipples aren’t sensitive,yet when I tweaked Norma’s, she groaned loudly.  “Is that ok?” I asked.

Norma said nothing, but continued to buck rhythmically against my hand.  I continued to minister to her pussy, enjoying the heat, the pressure, and the moistness.  She wasn’t “wet” by a long shot, but her arousal was obvious.  This continued for a few more minutes then without warning she grabbed my hand and mashed it against her clit…hard.  As she rubbed my hand against her clit and labia, my index and middle finger still inside her, she started to shudder and let out a long grunt and her body tensed up.  I continued to finger her until her body relaxed, and I slowly withdrew my digits, an act that caused her to shudder.

“Was that good?” I asked.

“Oh my god, oh my god…was that a climax?”  

“Yeah, I’m pretty sure you just came.  Have you ever felt that way before?”

“No, not like that.  I’ve had feelings similar when my husband and I would make love, but nothing like that…”

My fingers were still damp with her fluids, and I couldn’t resist a surreptitious sniff in the dim light of the bedroom.  She smelled lovely, and not at all what I expected from a 76-year-old woman.  Between her orgasm and the odour on my glistening fingers, I was rock hard again and ready to go.

“Now you know how to pleasure yourself…you can do it whenever or wherever you want.  In bed, in the shower, in the bath.  I masturbate all the time.  In fact, I’m pretty turned on right now…would you mind if I played with myself a bit more”.

“Oh yeah, I want to watch you again…”

I didn’t need any more encouragement.  Picking up my twitching member, I began to stroke myself.  I was already producing a lot of pre-cum, and I made sure to mingle it with Norma’s own juices that were drying on my fingers.  As I stroked, enjoying thesensations, I noticed that Norma had begun masturbating again, her fingers mimicking the motions I used a few minutes earlier to bring her to climax.

It didn’t take me long to orgasm a second time.  This time, the ejaculate was more of a dribble but the orgasmic sensations were just as powerful as before. As the hot cum pooled on my belly and ran towards the base of my cock, Norma’s own pace picked up to a frenzy.  Her large hips bucked, rubbing against my own and within minutes she was breathing hard.  Moments later, another deep and long grunt of satisfaction. There was something about that sound that was so earthy and primal.

We lay together in silence as I wiped the cum from my belly.  This was now the awkward phase, and as sexy and fulfilling as this experience had been, I was worried about what would happen next, let alone at the next family get-together.  Norma broke the ice for me.

“We have to keep this a secret.  Nobody can find out”.  I agreed with her, but what she said next really startled me.

“I haven’t felt sexy in so long.  Do you think we can do this again sometime?”

Of course…but that’s a story for another time.