2 comments/ 41648 views/ 7 favorites A Mother's Memoir Ch. 01 By: Risktaker48 This story has been adapted from entries from diaries entrusted to me after my mother's death. I have 'changed names' to protect the innocent or guilty depending on your point of view and I have added a little bit of poetic licence to add substance. This is by no means meant to denigrate her memory but to share a little of the real sensuous, broad-minded woman I discovered her to be. My mother suddenly died ten years ago shortly after her sixty-sixth birthday; years before she had promised to leave me some mementos of her life. Over the years Mum had collected items for each of her children in boxes with our names on them but when my sisters had been through her things they had not found anything specifically left for me although they had each had a box addressed to them. Then a few weeks ago my youngest sister rang saying she had found a locked box in the loft with my name on it and a note with a key in an envelope. The note said the box was for me and it should be given to me only after my Mum's death. The boxes my other siblings had received contained pictures, school reports, birthday cards nothing controversial just silly mementos collect by a doting mother over the years. So although curious my sister did not open the box or tell my other two sisters who would have looked inside just to spoil any surprise. I thought I knew what was inside and I knew I could never share it with anyone else as they would never understand. My mother and father were almost worshipped by my brothers and sisters and they spoke about them as though they were a conventional and very much in love couple with no dark secrets. I knew a different story; admittedly they were very much in love but they had a secret unconventional sex life. I had become part of their sex life when my dad had been ill and unable to satisfy my mother's needs. It was during that period of time I had become my mother's lover and she took me from an inexperienced boy to a sexually confident young man. My experiences with my mother became my benchmark for exceptional sex. She had confided in me that she kept a diary of all her experiences from her very first sexual contact. She had only ever shown the diary to my Dad but she described some of her more notable encounters to me as a prelude to us making love; a little like verbal foreplay. Mum refused to tell me how she lost her virginity or to who but did say it wasn't my dad she also promised that one day she would give me her diary to read when she felt the time was right. As I drove over to my sister's house to collect the box I thought about that time as my Mum's lover and my cock responded as it always did becoming stiff and remaining that way until I pulled up outside. I had to pretend to be on the phone as I waited for my 'bone' to subside enough to be able to greet my sister. I hadn't told my wife that 'my box' had been found as I needed to sanitise the contents before she saw it. Luckily I had work commitments which meant I had to be in Nottingham for the rest of the week and had time to view the contents in private. ********** Five hours later I was in my hotel room with the box in front of me on the bed reading a letter from my mother. In the letter she confirmed that her promise to me would be kept as the box contained her memoirs and mementos she had kept from her life with my father. The box contained the same bits and pieces my siblings had been given but also a number of diaries and dozens of packets of photographs. Each packet of photos had a reference number on it which I later found corresponded to a section of her diaries. The letter contained a final passage which was a last instruction which read 'this box contains my most cherished memories including my first time and I wanted to share these with you and no one else. We had a special love only a mother and son could have and only you rivalled your father in my heart. I loved your brothers and sisters but you have always been my special baby boy and the intimate times we had were among the most special of my life. The memories are for you to read and enjoy but then they must be destroyed.' The diaries dated from 1954 just after her eighteenth birthday and contained entries listing dates with boys her own age and details of early fumbling and heavy petting sessions. My Mum and her best friend Alice appeared to have a great time most Friday and Saturday evenings teasing different boys. One entry described how she and Alice had met with three boys one Saturday afternoon in the summer and went swimming in a local river near Reading. Later the boys had plied them with cider and taken them to a barn and persuaded them both to strip naked. One thing led to another and while Mum had been petting and rubbing the cock of one of the boys Alice had actually sucked the other two boys. The early writing seemed quite naive and the language used fairly innocent but as the entry dates headed past Mum's nineteenth birthday more explicit language appeared and the descriptions more graphic. She had noted down that on Alice's nineteenth birthday a couple of weeks after her own that they had spent the night in a hotel room with two boys where Alice lost her cherry to Harry. Mum described how she and the other boy Fred had got into bed together naked and she had sucked her first cock but she didn't let him spurt in her mouth. She didn't go all the way with him although she had let him finger her but was disappointed that she hadn't come. She had also made the first note about the size of the cock she had handled saying it was no more than a hand-width long. Mum was a quite petite woman 5' 1" tall at best, but she was nicely proportioned with slim legs and a 34C bra size. I tried to remember how big Mum's hands had been and I was sure they were quite small. There was a grainy photo of Mum and Alice on a beach dressed in swimsuits posing like girls in the old beauty contests. Alice was taller and looked to have a similar bust size but fuller hips. The next few entries suggested that Alice and Harry seemed to have become a permanent couple and Mum had often found herself alone when they had disappeared off to copulate somewhere. It hadn't stopped her finding someone to walk her home and enjoy and little petting. Just before her twentieth birthday she wrote about an encounter in quite graphic detail. Mum worked in a factory alongside my grandmother and her sister; my Aunt Joan. Mum worked on the shop floor normally, my grandmother worked in the canteen and my aunt worked in the finance office. Her friend Alice also worked in the office and had persuaded her to help with a stock-take and file audit one weekend just before the factory closed for their summer break. The office manager Eric Dromby had a reputation as a bit of a groper and Alice wanted to have someone with her if he decided to take advantage. Mum agreed as she thought it might lead to a cushy office job even if she would have to work with her goody-two shoes sister; she also quite liked to find out if Mr Dromby's reputation was true. Nothing had happened on the Saturday apart from Mum and Alice noticing that Dromby was watching them both whenever they were bending over or stretching to reach boxes. Before they left Dromby asked Mum if she was going to church on Sunday and before she thought why he asked she had found herself saying no and agreeing to come in to finish of the last few boxes as Dromby had mentioned that there may soon be a vacancy in the office. Unknown to Mum Alice had already refused using the excuse of going to church (although she actually had a date with Harry). Dromby offered them a lift home in his car as he lived in a small village close to the two girls. Alice leapt out of the car by her front door leaving Mum alone with Dromby he insisted on taking her to her house. Mum lived in a small cottage down a short narrow lane so Dromby had to pull up a little way from her door. They were out of sight of the house and Dromby reached across Mums lap to open the door for her and she felt his elbow brush against her breasts. Dromby placed a hand on her knee before she got out of the car. "I'll pick you up tomorrow from the bottom of the lane at nine o'clock, Miss Brimley," he said. "Wear a nice dress and I will buy you lunch in town as a thank you for helping out," he added as she twisted her legs to get out. "Thank you, Mr Dromby, I will see you in the morning," replied Mum waving as he closed the door. She noted in her diary that her nipples had stiffened when he brushed against her and later that night she rubbed her button and fingered herself to an orgasm imagining what Dromby might try to do to her the next day. She rose early washed and put on her best silky camisole slip and French knickers under her prettiest dress; wearing the slip meant she didn't need a bra underneath as it held her tits in place and the dress was also tight across her bust. Mum put on stockings and her only pair of heeled sandals; she felt excited as she waited for Dromby to arrive in his car. Although she knew Dromby's reputation she felt safe he wouldn't try to go to far as the other women (including her own Mum) gossiped about him being unable to do anything else since he was blown up in the war when the factory was bombed. Rumour was that his wife had run off with a soldier after she found out he couldn't have sex; some of the women even suggested his cock had been cut off in the blast. Dromby had limped since the bombing and sometimes used a walking cane when his leg played up; he had the cane with him in the car when he pulled up. "Good morning Miss Brimley, you look very nice this morning," he said through the open car window. He reached across to open her door. Mum had to manoeuvre into the seat as he kept his hand on the door making her have to brush against his outstretched arm. Her nipples tingled as they hardened she was sure Dromby noticed them beginning to show through the fabric of her slip and dress. "Thank you Mr Dromby, you did say to wear a nice dress," she replied trying to sound shy. They made idle chit chat during the drive to the office and apart from leaning across to open the door when they arrived Dromby did not try to touch her. Mum began taking the last of the boxes from the storage shelves as Dromby checked their contents. She could feel his gaze on her every time she bent to take a box of files from the lower shelves. There were three boxes on the topmost shelf well out of my Mum's reach. She found a step ladder and placed it next to the rack of shelves. Dromby limped over to hold the ladder steady while Mum climbed up (his gammy leg prevented him climbing). She still could not reach without stretching and she felt Dromby place a hand on the back of her thigh to prevent her falling back. He still had his cane in the hand he held against her and she felt the top press against her buttock. Mum took the first box and took a step back down and felt Dromby's hand slid up her leg and the top of his cane catch her dress and lift it giving him a good view of her stocking tops. "Sorry Miss Brimley I should have moved my hand," he muttered. He let go as she took another step down then placed a steadying hand on her waist as she stepped to the floor. Mum smiled without saying anything and took the box over to the desk; his touches and the cane pressing into the flesh of her buttock had sent a tingle through her and her nipples stiffened. Mum went back and retrieved the next box but Dromby only held the step-ladder this time. When Mum climbed up to get the last box she wobbled the ladder a little. She gasped, "Oh Mr Dromby can you hold on to me I nearly fell off?" She felt Dromby's hand touch her thigh a little higher than before his cane pressing harder on her buttock. Mum stepped down allowing Dromby to repeat his earlier trick and she lingered allowing him a longer view of her stockings and a glimpse of her bum covered in the silky fabric of her French knickers. She felt the tingle again and a slightly damp sensation between her legs; so after putting the box down she excused herself and hurried off to the ladies toilet. She sat in the cubicle and dabbed the juices from her swollen pussy lips resisting the urge to touch her button. When she returned to the office Dromby had made a pot of tea and suggested they take a quick tea break before cataloguing the boxes. As they sat sipping their tea Dromby struck up conversation by asking if Mum was 'seeing a young man yet'. "No one steady," Mum replied trying to sound as shy as possible. Dromby smiled. "I'm surprised you don't have a young man as you are a very pretty girl and I noticed you have nicely toned legs; do you cycle a lot?" he asked. "I cycle to work every day when I work on the factory floor as I have to wear overalls all day, but if I dress up I get the bus into town," she replied innocently. "Well if you come to work in the office I would expect you to dress correctly so you will need to take the bus. Of course we would need to make sure your pay rise takes into account the extra fares." He said. "Do you have lots of nice dresses suitable for the office?" Dromby asked. "I would need to buy some more nice clothes and shoes too," replied Mum. "Indeed, we can't have you wearing overalls so I think we could let you have a small loan to buy proper office clothes and stop it from your future wages," Dromby remarked. "Do you wear stockings with your overalls?" Dromby asked. Mum smiled, "No silly they would ladder on the rough material!" "Quite, so you will need to get yourself a few nice pairs of stockings too. I hear they are still quite an expensive item?" he said. He was not looking directly at her but down towards her lap where the hem of her dress was above her knee. "Yes they are expensive but not as dear as nice silk underwear. I prefer to wear nice underwear in the summer as it keeps you cool. But it gets ruined under the overalls so it would be nice if I got the job in the office to be able to wear nice underwear and stockings every day," Mum replied. She stood up and carefully smoothed her dress over her body and legs. "Should we start on these boxes now?" she asked. "Yes, you are right. Interesting as it is; we can't spend all day chatting about ladies underwear," Dromby joked. "I'll show how to categorise the files and then we should get through them in half the time," he said. He patted the chair next to him indicating Mum needed to sit close. Dromby laid a file on the desk in front of them and showed her how to follow the cross reference by taking her hand and tracing the grid inside the front cover. Mum had to lean closer to reach so Dromby put his arm around her waist and rested his hand on her hip. Mum didn't push it away so he gripped her a bit firmer. "I hope no one comes in, they will wonder what we're up to," smiled Mum. "You don't mind do you; only it's easier to show you this way," said Dromby. "I won't tell if you don't," she replied. "The women on the shop floor are terrible gossips and I would hate to get a reputation as a tart," Mum said. "I know they are and I know what they say about me; so this will be our little secret," agreed Dromby. Mum felt his hand move to her thigh and give it a squeeze. He deliberately showed her a number of times how to get the files ordered each time grabbing a little bit more flesh. Eventually he let her sort through the boxes on her own and they soon had them all categorised and Mum began labelling the ones for archive and placing them to one side before re-stacking the others on the shelves. The boxes went on the shelves in order of age oldest on the top. So when the final boxes were left there were four that needed to go on the top shelf. Mum asked Dromby to hold the step-ladder like before and to steady her legs as she reached up. Dromby seemed less reserved now he thought Mum was more compliant and she felt a firm hand squeeze her thigh just below her buttock. Mum deliberately stretched up to let his hand rub her thigh as she eased down Dromby's hand rose up and grazed her buttock which he cupped and squeezed. Mum gave a little gasp but immediately stepped down forcing his hand higher; this lifted the hem of her dress exposing her stocking clad legs for a second time. Dromby's hand held the fabric as she took another step down raising her dress higher over her bum exposing her French knickers. As she reached down for the next box Dromby let her dress fall then touched her arm. "The next boxes are awfully grimy; you don't want to get that nice dress dirty, why don't you slip it off?" he suggested. "I don't know if I should, what will the women say about me if they found out I had stood in your office just in my underwear?" Mum said trying to appear as timid as possible. "As much as I would like to see you in your underwear, Miss Brimley, I meant you could change into an overall," Dromby said. "My overalls are at home, I don't have one here," said Mum. "If I did take my dress off, you promise not to tell anyone?" asked Mum. "As I said before, it will be our little secret and I will wait outside if you are shy?" replied Dromby. "But you need to hold the ladder steady in case it wobbles. You promise not to tell anyone?" asked Mum again. "A gentleman never tells tales on a lady," Dromby said with a smile, "and it's not as if I haven't seen a girl in her scanties before!" "Okay I don't want to get my nice dress messy," declared Mum. She unbuttoned the top and wriggled the dress off her shoulders. She heard Dromby take a breath as she pushed the dress to the floor and stepped out of it. She folded it neatly and placed it on a chair before stooping to pick up the next box. She knew Dromby was getting agitated and so she bent forward to give him a good view of her silk clad bum. The thrill of making Dromby excited had a similar effect on her and she felt her pussy lips moistening again. As she stepped on the ladder Dromby's hand was immediately touching her waist and the familiar tingle spread through her body. She suddenly started wishing he would hurry up and grope her properly as all this play acting was just delaying the inevitable. But they went through the same routine of her stretching and him touching as before only each touch was a little firmer. When the last box was on the top shelf Dromby had both hands on her waist as she stepped down and he pulled her back into his body and she felt him slip his hand under her camisole and touch her bare flesh making her flinch. "Don't be frightened Miss Brimley I won't hurt you," Dromby whispered. "I'm not frightened Mr Dromby, but haven't done this sort of thing before," lied Mum, "I don't want to be spoiled before I get married." Laughing Dromby said, "I won't do anything you don't want me to, but a man likes his wife to have some experience on her wedding night. I think you quite enjoyed being touched earlier; did it feel nice?" "Yes, it makes me tingle," she replied. "But isn't it wrong to go too far before you get engaged?" she asked. "As long as we keep it to ourselves no one will get hurt," said Dromby. He slipped his hand further up under her camisole a cupped her breast. Mum gasped then moaned softly and allowed him to pull her closer. He kissed her neck and she sighed but didn't stop him, then he guided her to the desk, sat down and pulled her onto his lap. "You have lovely titties Miss Brimley. Take off your camisole so I can see them better," ordered Dromby. Mum lifted the camisole over her head and exposed her breasts; Dromby pinched her nipple and she groaned with pleasure and felt juice leak from her pussy. "There you are; I told you that you will enjoy it," he whispered. A Mother's Memoir Ch. 01 Still playing with her nipple with one hand the other slid along her thigh easing them apart until he touched the damp gusset of her knickers. Mum couldn't stifle her moans as he touched her so intimately. She breathed in this ear, "Oh that is nice. Should I take off my knickers for you?" "That would be perfect Miss Brimley, slip them off but leave your stockings on and kneel down in front of me!" he replied. As she took off her knickers Dromby marvelled at her thick curly pubic hair which glistened with moisture. Mum knelt down as he unbuttoned the fly of his trousers and pulled out a tiny cock. "Now put this in your mouth!" he said slightly raising his voice. He pulled her head forward as Mum opened her mouth and tried to hold his cock steady but it was so small she had to push her face into his groin and trap his cock against the roof of her mouth with her tongue. Dromby held her head and rocked it back and forth he began moaning, "Good Miss Brimley, suck it like an ice lolly!" After about a minute of sucking a groan came from Dromby and he held her head down as he spurted in her mouth. "Suck it in Miss Brimley and swallow it is good for your complexion," he ordered. He finally released her head and she let his cock slip out of her mouth and looked up into his eyes. She asked, "Was that alright Mr Dromby? I'll do it again if it wasn't!" Dromby couldn't believe how compliant this shy girl had become; none of the other girls had let him progress past feeling their titties. "I need to recover young lady but sit up on my desk so I can see your opening. I will return the favour and make you feel nice. Have you ever touched yourself there?" Dromby asked. "Sometimes before I go to sleep when I am feeling naughty I rub and put the tip of my finger inside," said Mum. "Have you ever had an orgasm?" he asked in a slightly out of breath manner. "I don't know," Mum lied again. He laughed, "Well let's see if I can show you. I think from the way you liked having your titties touched I shouldn't have too much trouble," he bragged. Mum thought he was going to put a finger inside her but he stood up, pushed her legs apart and moved between her thighs. Mum put her hand between her legs. "You said you wouldn't try to put your thing in me!" she said loudly. As horny as she felt she wasn't going to let him enter her. "I was just making sure your legs were wide apart," he said in a calm voice. He took his cane and ran the rounded shaped ivory handle down her stomach. The head was smooth and bulbous tapering into the shaft. He eased her hand from her opening and rubbed the head over her pubic mound and pressed it against her sensitive clitoris. A jolt of pleasure ran through her body and she groaned, "Ooh yes!" Encouraged he increased the pressure and rubbed it up and down a few more times until she began actively trying to grind on to the tip. He slid the head lower and eased it into her opening and pushed easily breaching her pussy lips. Another gasp came from her mouth and she pushed her hips forward taking the head inside as her pussy lips moulded around the shaft. He smiled as her head fell back and she groaned deeply and panted. "Yes push it in, it feels nice," Mum moaned. She pushed forward again then she felt the pain as her hymen tore but by now his thumb was rubbing her clitoris and she was close to an orgasm. The pain was masked as she came very hard and gripped Dromby's hand holding the cane inside her. The pleasurable waves of ecstasy emanated from her vagina through her body making her breasts tingle and her nipples harden and tears leaked from her eyes. She had never felt an orgasm as hard as this one and it seemed to last for several minutes. Dromby stared in amazement at the transformed girl in front of him as he struggled to withdraw his cane as her pussy gripped the shaft. The end was streaked with her juices and blood where he had taken her virginity; he panicked and began to apologise. "I'm sorry Miss Brimley I didn't mean it to go so far in. Are you okay?" he asked. "Yes sir, I best go and clean up," she replied. Grabbing her underwear and dress trying to avoid eye contact Mum ran to the toilet and wiped her pussy. She was surprised how damp she was; it took a while before the slime from her pussy wasn't streaked with blood. She felt sore but her pussy was still throbbing sending tingles up to her nipples. She dressed in the cubicle and washed up quickly running her hand through her hair. Her make-up was still in her handbag so she dabbed her eyes carefully not to smudge her mascara too much. When she got back to the office Dromby had tidied his desk and adjusted his trousers. "I think we are finished for the day Miss Brimley we can go for lunch and I will give you a lift home," Dromby said. Mum nodded. "Yes I would like that or we could pick up a sandwich and drive to the picnic area in the woods as it is a nice afternoon," she suggested. Half an hour later they were parked in a secluded spot looking out over some park land just having eaten their sandwiches in silence. Dromby eventually turned to Mum. "I am sorry I might have taken it a little too far earlier Miss Brimley; are you feeling okay?" he said. "I'm not really spoilt, am I Mr Dromby because it wasn't you inside me just your cane?" said Mum coyly, "And I won't get pregnant by swallowing your seed?" "No you are still a virgin until a man puts his member inside you and you can't get pregnant by swallowing a man's seed," he answered her. Trying to make it sound an innocent question she looked Dromby in the eyes. "Mr Dromby, when I get a job in the office will do you want me to do that every day?" asked Mum. Dromby looked at her closely. "It may not be every day that I ask you to look after me but I think you will perform your duties very well," he answered. "I liked the taste of your seed so I don't mind if you want me to suck you every day!" declared Mum. "I will arrange for you to transfer to the office after the summer break, two days a week at first then full time after two months so we can replace you on the shop-floor," said Dromby. Dromby reached in his jacket and took out his wallet. He took twenty pounds out and handed it to Mum. "This is for your new underwear and office clothes," he said. "Oh and Elizabeth, this is our secret!" he added. Mums diaries did not mention any further adventures with Eric Dromby and as far as I recalled Mum never mentioned working in the office. So I don't know if Dromby kept his word and any further episodes were not worthy of mention. My aunt is still alive but I am not sure if it would be a good idea to ask about the factory and Mr Dromby. The next entry in Mum's diary describes the 'true taking of her cherry' as she put it which warrants another extract to be written. A Mother's Memoir Ch. 02 This story has been adapted from entries from diaries entrusted to me after my mother's death. I have 'changed names' to protect the innocent or guilty depending on your point of view and I have added a fair bit of poetic licence to add substance. This excerpt continues the story telling how my mother became a 'woman' as she put it. This next entry from my mother's diaries was approximately three weeks after her adventure with Mr Dromby in the summer of 1955. The factory where she worked was starting their two week summer break which coincided with harvest time for the local farms. My mum had helped out on her Uncle Jim's small holding every year since her early teens. Normally she and my Aunt Joan would stay over for two weeks as a form of holiday. Uncle Jim was her father's younger brother and had married a much richer woman; his wife Kathryn was an artist and illustrated books and their marriage had caused a bit of scandal at the time as Jim had been a general labourer and farm hand. Jim had served in the Coldstream Guards during the war. He stood at 6'4" very tall for the time and was still an imposing figure. He worked part time as a special constable and was normally picked for duty on Friday nights as a one man crowd control. They had a daughter, Kathy, who was six years older than my mother; she had inherited her mother's talent for art. Aunt Kathryn had inherited the house with the small holding when her parents died and although her income from illustrations covered most expenses Jim also worked as a mechanic for a local garage. Two years earlier Aunt Kathryn had died suddenly leaving Uncle Jim and Cousin Kathy to run the small holding. This year only Mum was staying as her sister was holidaying with her fiancés family in London and Jim had arranged for most of the work to be handled by a local farmer who had brought in heavy machinery for his farm and there would not be the need for so many farm hands. As soon as the factory closed on the Friday afternoon Mum still dressed in her factory overalls cycled the eight miles to Uncle Jim's and arrived just before five o'clock; the heat of the day hadn't subsided and she could feel sweat trickling down her back. She dismounted a short way from the house and pushed her bike through the gate and stood it against a fence. She heard voices from the side of the house where the kitchen door was so wandered around to find her uncle and cousin. Mum pushed the door open and called, "Hello!" Kathy rushed over and gave her a hug, "Hello Beth, Dad is just getting ready to go on duty, and so we have the evening to ourselves." Mum heard a rustling in the hallway then Uncle Jim walked in, "Hello Beth, I'm off to sort out the Eton hoorays tonight. Don't let this one lead you astray!" "Don't be cheeky," answered Kathy. He leant down and kissed her cheek, "Don't wait up for me you two. You have a busy day tomorrow!" he said as he headed out the door. Kathy showed Mum to her room and told her to come down for some tea once she had unpacked. This year Mum had the whole second bedroom to herself and Kathy had put a big double bed in there dressed in crisp white sheets. After the long day at work and the cycle over in the heat of the day Mum felt she needed a good wash but she unpacked and headed downstairs as instructed. As they sat and chatted over tea and cake Kathy asked if Mum had been seeing any special young men. Trying to seem as innocent as possible Mum avoided the question just saying she was still waiting for her knight in shining armour. "Don't wait too long or you will miss out on all the fun!" laughed Kathy. "What do you mean?" asked Mum as innocently as she could. Kathy looked at her closely and smiled, "Elizabeth Brimley, you know exactly what I mean, if the village gossip is to be believed." Mum blushed, "What have they said?" Kathy laughed again, "By the way you blushed I think you might have some idea. You and your friend Alice stayed in the local hotel and a couple of young men happened to have another room?" Mum protested, "Nothing happened!" "Well as you didn't drop in to see me and you're Uncle Jim, I can only presume you had something better to do or to hide," smiled Kathy. Mum gave in and said, "Alice and Harry wanted to be alone so I just went along to make up the numbers with Fred Storey. We just kissed and cuddled." Kathy laughed out loud, "So you're still a virgin then?" she asked. "Yes, of course," protested Mum. "I'm only teasing you," said Kathy putting her arm around Mum's shoulders, "I wouldn't tell tales to your mother!" "Come on we have some chores to do before I get you to tell me anymore tales about your love life," said Kathy changing the subject. They went out to the yard and fed the chickens and locked them in the hen house then went to tackle the pigs. Mum slipped and fell in the mud and slurry left by the pigs; she was covered in slimy mud and muddy water seeped under her overalls and began soaking into her underwear. Once she had stopped laughing Kathy said, "We had better draw you a bath, but take those overalls off before you go back inside, I don't want you smelling the house out!" Mum stripped her overalls off by the kitchen door and stood just in her cotton camisole and knickers waiting for Kathy to fetch some newspaper to stand on. She felt the evening sun on her back and stretched to enjoy the warmth. "You have a lovely figure, Beth," said Kathy as she came out of the kitchen, "You must sit for me while you are staying over." "I'm not sure Mum and Dad would want me to pose like this," replied Mum with a smile, "I would need to put some clothes on!" "No you should be captured in all your beauty," declared Kathy, "They won't know as the picture would be part of my private collection and only shown to close friends and art lovers." "What about Uncle Jim, would you show him?" asked Mum. "Yes, of course," replied Kathy, "He appreciates art and beauty and he has learnt to be very discrete." "Can I see some of your other drawings?" asked Mum, "Before I decide." "Yes, when you've cleaned up I will show you all of my sketches and some of my mum's which are better than mine," replied Kathy, "Now come inside and take off your muddy underwear before you go upstairs to the bathroom; I have left a dressing gown on the chair in the kitchen." Mum slipped her camisole over her head and felt her nipples begin to harden as a cooling breeze passed through the kitchen. She wrapped the cotton dressing gown around her and pushed her knickers to the floor briefly revealing a light brown patch of neatly trimmed pubic hair before she pulled the dressing gown closed. There was a clattering noise from outside of the kitchen window and Mum looked up to see a face peering in at her. "Tommy Johnson, what are you doing spying on us?" shouted Kathy. There was a shuffling sound and Tommy's head disappeared from the window and seconds later reappeared at the kitchen door. Tommy was blushing, "I wasn't spying Miss Brimley, and I was just trying to see if you were in," he mumbled, "Mr Mead sent me to tell you that we will be late tomorrow as the machine has broken down again, but we will be over about lunchtime." "I hope you are telling the truth Tommy or my Dad will be having words with you," Kathy said sternly, "Now get off back to work, or were you expecting me to strip off for your entertainment too!" she added. Tommy turned and began to trot away, "No thank you, Miss Brimley, I'll just be dreaming of Beth tonight," he shouted cheekily before breaking into a run. Kathy was laughing, "he's a cheeky one that Tommy, but he has a nice body," she said, "he sat for me last harvest time". "Kathy, did he pose complete naked for you?" asked Mum. "Tommy was shy at first but he was willing after a little womanly persuasion!" replied Kathy with a smile. "What did he look like?" enquired Mum. "As I said he has a nice body but you can judge the rest for yourself from my sketches," Kathy promised, "Now go and have your bath before we get anymore gawping visitors spying on you!" As Mum headed for the bathroom Kathy said, "I'll come and wash your hair for you when you are ready." Ten minutes later the door of the bathroom opened as Mum lay back in the large luxurious bath relaxing; Kathy came in wearing a silk dressing gown and carrying a sketch pad. She sat opposite Mum and began drawing. "Sit up a little so I can see your breasts above the water," said Kathy, "Just so your nipples are showing." Mum obeyed without protesting and Kathy quickly sketched the scene. She turned the pad around and showed Mum the result, "See don't you think this looks very erotic?" Mum smiled surprised how well Kathy's sketch had captured the curve and weight of her breasts, "You've made my titties look really good!" "That's because they are good titties and why I want to draw the rest of your lovely body," replied Kathy, "So will you pose for me?" "Yes, okay, as long as it is private," said Mum, "Can you wash my hair now?" Kathy stood up and as she put her sketch pad down her dressing gown gaped and Mum caught sight of her cousin's naked full breasts and smooth navel. There was a faint red scar just above her cousin's pubic area and a large darker birth mark spreading down her left side and across her hip. When she saw Mum looking Kathy said, "That's the scar from falling off a horse when I was fifteen, don't you remember, I ended up in hospital for weeks and when I came out they told me I probably would never have children." "Still it means I don't need to worry about getting pregnant when I go to bed with men!" she laughed. "How many men have you had in your bed?" asked Mum. Kathy paused, "Since losing my cherry to my art teacher when I studied in London, I have been bedded by eight men and young Tommy." "Did you love any of them?" asked Mum. "Only my art teacher," replied Kathy. "But he was already married and just liked taking advantage of naive students." "He seduced me into posing nude for him then took me before I knew what was happening, but he later taught me the art of love making during our brief affair," Kathy mused. "Was it good the first time," Mum asked, "Or did it hurt?" "He wasn't very big so it didn't really hurt and by the time he had shown me all the different positions I could handle any cock I have seen since!" replied Kathy with a loud laugh. Mum's face went red with embarrassment, "Are you shocked?" asked Kathy still laughing. "No," said Mum trying to sound confident, "I didn't imagine you would have been with so many men, does Uncle Jim know?" "I told my Mum when I slept with my art teacher as he was an old friend of hers," replied Kathy, "She told Dad later, they weren't shocked but warned me it wouldn't last." "Do you think you will find someone to marry soon?" asked Mum. "Not many men around here want a scarred women who can't give them children; they just want you to scratch an itch!" replied Kathy, a hint of venom in her voice. She slipped her robe off and gestured for Mum to move down the bath so she could get in. "I can wash your hair easier if I get in with you," she explained as she settled down behind Mum's back, "Now lean back and I will rinse your hair." Mum lay back and felt Kathy's legs wrap around her hips. Her back rested against Kathy's breasts and Mum thought she could feel her nipples harden and press into her back. Gently Kathy began to rinse Mum's hair her breasts rubbing against her back as she moved her arms. Mum began to feel a tingle between her own legs and her nipples began to stiffen as she became aroused. As Kathy continued to wash her hair Mum could feel the water cascading down her neck and over her breasts making her nipples harden even more and become more sensitive. When she had rinsed the last of the soap from Mum's hair Kathy leant forward and whispered, "Are you enjoying this Beth?" "Hmm," murmured Mum, "It's nice having someone else wash your hair." "So now you know about my first time tell me more about your night of cuddles with Fred Storey?" Kathy asked. Mum blushed again, "Well he did want to put his thing in me but I wouldn't let him. I just let him touch me and I rubbed his 'cock'," said Mum hesitating over the word, "to make him spurt again." "Oh you are funny," laughed Kathy again, "Was that all you did? Didn't Fred ask you to put his cock in your mouth?" Mum hesitated, "Yes he did, so I sucked him until he was hard and then rubbed him until he spurted again." "Did he make sure you enjoyed it too!" asked Kathy. "He put his finger inside me, but he didn't make me feel as nice as when I do it, I don't think he knew how to," smiled Mum, "I suppose I should have tried to show him." "Yes you should," replied Kathy, "Those young men need to learn how to make a woman happy then they can get a lot more than just a kiss and cuddle. My mum told me that dad could teach most men a thing or two about giving a woman pleasure!" "So he kept her happy then?" said Mum cheekily. "More than you can imagine my little virgin cousin!" replied Kathy touching Mums cheek with her hand affectionately, "I used to watch them sometimes when they thought I was asleep and mum would always have strong orgasms!" "Have you experienced an orgasm yet?" Kathy asked Mum. "I do make myself cum before I go to sleep most nights," answered Mum, "and a man has given me an orgasm once." "Do tell me the details it's just between you and me," said Kathy coaxing Mum to reveal more. "You mustn't tell anyone, including Uncle Jim," insisted Mum. "Okay," replied Kathy intrigued. "Well I was helping Mr Dromby at the factory on Sunday before last and we were alone," began Mum, "he has a reputation as bit of a lecher and I half expected him to try it on so I wasn't surprised when he kept trying to touch me." "Did you try to stop him?" asked Kathy. "Not really, I felt quite frisky and led him on a bit," laughed Mum, "It was fun seeing him get worked up and I enjoyed the thrill of doing something risqué, especially in the Finance office." "Is he married?" asked Kathy. "No, his wife ran off with a soldier," said Mum, "The other women thought it was because his cock was cut off in an explosion during the war." "I take it you know better?" said Kathy wryly. "Well when he eventually persuaded me to take my clothes off, I sucked him off," giggled Mum, "It was tiny and he came very quickly so I had to swallow his seed." "How did he give you an orgasm?" enquired Kathy. "He sat me on the desk, opened my legs and rubbed the head of his walking cane on my button then pushed the tip inside me like a cock," smiled Mum, "He pushed it in and out and rubbed my button at the same time until I couldn't hold myself back and then the best orgasm I have ever had made me push forward and his cane went deep and made me bleed." "Did he hurt you?" asked Kathy with concern in her voice. "No I liked feeling the cane inside me but it was sore for a little while after," said Mum, "I suppose I'm not really a proper virgin anymore?" "I suppose not by a medical definition," soothed Kathy, "but really you still are until you have your first man between your legs." Mum felt Kathy kiss the back of her neck as she wrapped her arms around her to give her a cuddle, "Come on let's get out of this bath and I will show you some sketches while we have some supper," she offered. Thirty minutes later they sat in their robes eating supper and Kathy laid a large artists portfolio out on the table. She opened the folder revealing numerous sketches of men and women and turned the first few over until she found a sketch of Tommy Johnson. He was reclining on a sofa bare-chested in a pair of boxer shorts and Mum could make out the outline of his cock. Looking carefully she asked, "Kathy, was he excited when you drew this?" "Not at first," smiled Kathy, "But with a little help he was soon standing up!" "What did you do?" gasped Mum. "I kissed him and stroked his cock and promised him more if he could keep it hard until I finished the sketch," Kathy said matter of factly. "What if Uncle Jim found out?" blurted Mum. "Dad knows I draw naked men and women and doesn't mind as he was used to seeing mum's work," replied Kathy, "He used to pose for her in the early days that's how they became lovers." "But what about when they got married?" asked Mum, "Did she still have men pose naked for her?" "Of course, sometimes she had Dad pose with female models for her erotic sketches," said Kathy quite matter-of-factly, "I'll go and get them while you look through some more of mine, and there are a couple more of Tommy." Mum turned over the next sketch and it showed Tommy reclining but this time without his boxer shorts. Kathy had captured Tommy's erection in detail and Mum marvelled at the thick cock in front of her on the paper. She turned the page and found a life-size close up detail of Tommy's cock which appeared to be oozing cum from the tip. Mum absent minded ran her fingers over the page tracing the outline. "Are you wishing it was really here in your hand?" said Kathy from behind Mum making her start. "Or deep inside my quim," laughed Mum. "Naughty girl using dirty slang words," chided Kathy, "But I suppose it could be arranged if you want to lose your cherry on that thing. I'm sure Tommy won't need much persuasion." "I suppose it's time I found out how good it is to get fucked!" replied Mum swearing again. "Well I won't say Tommy is the best fuck I've had but his cock is definitely thick," explained Kathy, "But not as big as my Dad's cock, look at these sketches my mum drew." Kathy put another sketch in front of her and Mum gasped as she saw an erect cock thicker and longer than Tommy's on the paper. Again she traced her fingers over the image on the page. Kathy watched the expression on her face and leant in close, "Would you prefer my dad's cock taking your cherry now you've seen it?" she whispered suggestively. "It would be wrong to sleep with my Uncle, wouldn't it?" said Mum unsure if she should answer truthfully. "Well he needs to have a woman soon; he hasn't been with anyone since before Mum died," said Kathy, "My mum asked me to ensure he found someone new to love when she knew she was dying, but he doesn't seem to want to find anyone. I think if he makes love to a woman again it will help him get over the loss of my mum." "I'm not sure Uncle Jim would do it even if I tried to seduce him," replied Mum with a hint of regret in her voice. Kathy suddenly smiled, "I'm only joking; I'm not asking you to bed my father, although I think he would be tempted if he found you naked in his bed." "Show me some more sketches," demanded Mum trying to avoid discussing making love to her uncle. "Better than that I have something else to show you that my mum left for me," replied Kathy, "It's in my room, come on up." Kathy tidied the sketches away and led Mum up to her room. On her bed was a large wooden box, Kathy sat beside it and patted the mattress besides her indicating Mum should sit down too. As she did so her dressing gown gaped but she just let it fall open quite content to allow her breasts to be on display. Kathy opened the box and along some more sketches she took out another smaller wooden box and handed it to Mum, "Look inside," she suggested. Mum took the wooden box; she lifted the lid to find a large carved piece of polished wood shaped like a phallus with a pair of large testes with a small handle. Kathy laughed as she noticed Mum's face redden as she lifted the substitute cock from its box. "A wounded airman carved it for mum from one of her sketches of Dad's cock," said Kathy with a smile, "She used to invite the convalescing men over to help them adjust to a normal life, but this man had a talent for intricate carving; so she asked him to make it." A Mother's Memoir Ch. 02 "Is it life size?" asked Mum as she caressed the smooth wood with her hands. "Well it matches the sketches Mum drew," said Kathy, "And mum said it was as close to the real thing as anyone could get without seeing it in the flesh," she continued with a giggle. "Why did she want it made?" asked Mum naively. "Well she missed the real thing so much she wanted something to remind her when she had the urge," laughed Kathy. Mum asked nervously, "So she used it to make herself cum?" "Yes, silly," said Kathy with a big grin on her face, "She didn't just leave it on the bedside cabinet to look at it!" "Have you used it?" asked Mum. Kathy hesitated, "No, it was my mum's toy." "But aren't you curious about how it would feel inside you?" asked Mum still caressing the hard smooth wooden cock. "Maybe, but it seems wicked using something shaped like your own dad's cock," Kathy replied sheepishly. Mum rolled the wooden cock over in her hands and compared it to the sketches from the box, saying, "It does look very like the sketches but I'm sure these sketches are of a different man's cock from the ones you showed me earlier, the length is the same but the head looks wider?" Kathy looked at the sketches before replying, "No I'm sure they are the same; I'll get the other sketches to check." Rising from the bed Kathy's robe gaped and Mum again glimpsed her full breasts noticing that her nipples were tight and hard; she realised that Kathy was sexually excited by the sketches and the wooden phallus. Mum could feel her own nipples were hard and erect; she slipped her fingers between her legs and found her pubic hair was damp from her own juices. As Kathy turned back to the bed with the folio of sketches Mum quickly pulled her hand away from her damp pubic mound and surreptitiously wiped her fingers on the bed cover. Placing the folio between them Kathy pulled out the sketches her mother had drawn. She laid them side by side with the sketches from the box and studied them closely. "You are right," Kathy admitted, "These sketches are some other man's cock, so the phallus must be his too." "Who is he?" asked Mum. "I don't know," replied Kathy, "I suppose it could be the airman who carved it, but how could we find out?" "Perhaps Aunt Kathryn drew other sketches of him?" Mum said, "They may be in this box?" Mum pulled out a sheaf of papers from the bottom of the box but they were just a few hand-written notes. She tipped the box over and felt something move inside; the box had a false bottom. Turning in over Mum examined it until she found two small catches either side and when she pressed them the false bottom popped out. Lifting the piece of wood out Mum revealed a photograph album; she handed the album to Kathy saying, "Let's look through these it may give us a clue?" The first four photographs were of a slender attractive woman in various poses gradually shedding her clothes until she was completely naked reclining on a bed. Kathy gasped, "That's Aunt Celia!" "Who," replied Mum with a quizzical look on her face? "She is one of mum's oldest friends, I just call her my Aunt," said Kathy, turning the page. She revealed the same woman joined by another naked woman; Mum instantly recognised a younger Aunt Kathryn. Aunt Kathryn had a shapelier figure with much fuller breasts similar to her daughter. The two women appeared to be posing for someone behind the camera, touching each other seductively. Kathy was silent just staring at the pages; Mum took the album and turned the next page. Now a man had appeared lying between the two women, Celia was kissing his mouth and Aunt Kathryn's was holding his large cock in her hand and appeared to be just ready to put it in her mouth. "I think we have found out that the 'cock' belongs to the mystery man," declared Mum to a still silent Kathy. The other photos on the page showed Aunt Kathryn sucking the large cock as Celia and the unknown man kissed and caressed. Out of curiosity Mum lifted one of the photos off its mount and turned it over; an inscription read 'The princesses entertain the wounded Hero!' Mum, lifted the other photos and found similar inscriptions on the back of each one then she noticed a date in the corner '30th August 1944'. Showing it to Kathy she finally got a reaction from her cousin. "It can't be my dad behind the camera," she blurted out with tears in her eyes, "He was away in France with the army!" "Is it this Celia's husband?" asked Mum. "No it can't be him either, he was in the navy in the Far East!" snapped Kathy, "How could they be so unfaithful when their husbands were in danger?" "Are you going to show Uncle Jim?" said Mum. "Not until I've had it out with Aunt Celia," declared Kathy,"And she had better tell the truth!" Kathy jumped off the bed and stormed out of the room leaving Mum with the photographs. Mum heard a furious Kathy pick up the telephone in the hallway and ask for a London number. After a few moments she could hear Kathy shouting down the phone presumably at her Aunt Celia. Only being able to hear Kathy's side of the conversation Mum couldn't work out what this Aunt Celia's reaction might be. Then quite abruptly she heard Kathy slam the receiver down and stomp back up the stairs like a brooding child. Kathy pushed open her bedroom door and curled up on her bed ignoring Mum and the pile of sketches and photos for a few moments. "Are you okay," asked Mum, "Do you want to tell me what your Aunt Celia said?" "She didn't deny it, but said she needed to talk to me properly, face-to-face," replied a sobbing Kathy, "She is driving down from London tomorrow." "Oh, shall we go downstairs and listen to the wireless for a while?" suggested Mum trying to think of a way to change Kathy's mood. "Sorry Beth, but I just want to go to bed now," declared Kathy eventually, "You can take that stuff to your room if you want, I don't want to look at it!" Mum quickly gathered the photos and album putting them in the smaller wooden box. She picked up the wooden phallus and looked at Kathy who nodded as if to say, "That too!" She sat for a while next to her cousin until the sobbing stopped. Then she got off Kathy's bed, kissed her gently on the cheek, "Goodnight Kathy," she said as she realised Kathy had fallen asleep and she left her curled up on the bed. Back in the guest room Mum sorted through the sketches and returned the photos she had taken out of the album. Restless she began looking through the rest of the photos checking the inscriptions on the back of each one. The most striking images were on the second to last pages of the album, Celia lay stretched out on the bed holding on to the brass bedstead appearing to be having an orgasm as Aunt Kathryn's head was between her legs, but most striking of all was that the mystery hero was kneeling behind Aunt Kathryn and fucking her. Mum had never imagined that you could have sex in any other positions than with the man on top; further still she had never even thought about two women pleasuring each other. Looking at the pictures made her whole body tingle and she wanted to make herself cum. She lay back on her bed and opened her dressing gown exposing her naked body. Sliding one hand down to her pubic mound she used a finger to circle her clitoris; she tugged at her right nipple with the fingers of her other hand as she felt the surge of an orgasm rising quickly from between her legs. Mum came quickly and her body twitched and stiffened with the pleasure. Sweat glistened on her stomach as she looked down her body still feeling an ache for more pleasure. Mum reached down to vagina and parted her lips; they were slick with her juices; she pushed two fingers easily inside herself and worked them in and out slowly opening herself up until she tried a third finger which she easily accommodated inside. It felt good but her fingers were too short to reach deep inside her where she imagined this sexual ache to be. Her eyes fell on Aunt Kathryn's wooden phallus; instinctively Mum reached out and picked up the thick wooden cock. She slipped her fingers from her swollen vagina and carefully lubricated the bulbous tip of the wooden cock with her own juices. Momentarily she marvelled at the thick glistening head then she opened her legs wide; parting her vaginal lips with one hand Mum pushed the head of the wooden cock against her opening. At first she felt resistance but then slowly her lips took the head in making her gasp, she eased it out slightly then pushed gently again feeling her lips fold around the solid wooden cock. Moving slowly at first she repeated the actions until the cock was two thirds engulfed; she could feel her juices flowing around the replica cock and oozing out down to her arsehole. Her vaginal muscles began to tighten and release pulling and pushing the cock against her hand. She could feel the ache inside her growing; she pushed the cock hard as her vagina muscles relaxed and it sank to the hilt as she groaned loudly, "Oh Christ, yes!" Any physical traces of her virginity were now gone and she pushed and pulled the artificial cock in and out her hips bucking to the rhythm of her thrusts. She tried to resist the growing orgasm for as long as possible, clenching her mouth shut to avoid screaming in ecstasy but when it finally broke she couldn't seem to catch her breath; her head swam and she fainted. Mum came to with her body still jerking from the aftershocks as her vagina pulsed around the wooden cock which was now halfway out of her vagina. She doubled up as a stronger aftershock surged through her body as she pulled the wooden instrument clear. Her breathing was heavy but she gradually calmed down and realised she had the wooden cock clamped to her chest. Smelling her pungent juices Mum couldn't resist licking the head to discover what they tasted of. The aroma belied a slightly sweet but tangy taste and she licked some more opening her mouth to engulf the end. The wooden cock was too hard and wide to feel comfortable so she just lapped the remaining juices from it. Mum lay still on her side listening to the sounds of the summer night; she heard a floorboard creak and she turned towards the sound. Standing by the door her Uncle Jim stared at his almost naked niece her body glistening with sweat from her exertions with the wooden cock. He was bare-chested and his hand had involuntarily slipped inside his trouser fly gripping his hard cock. As their eyes met he mumbled, "Oh Beth, I'm sorry I shouldn't be here," he struggled to pull this hand out of the front of his trousers. Mum didn't make a move to cover herself but just looked at the bulge in his groin and said, "It's okay I shouldn't have left the door open, I didn't mean for anyone to see me." "I heard noises when I came in and I thought you were having bad dreams," Uncle Jim tried to explain, "When I saw you in your Aunt Kathryn's dressing gown, I couldn't help watching you. I'll leave you in peace now, I'm sorry." "No, don't go yet," blurted out Mum, "Come in and shut the door, I need to talk to you about Kathy." "What's the matter with Kathy?" he asked. "Come in and shut the door first," demanded Mum, "I don't want her to hear what we say." Uncle Jim stepped into the room and closed the door carefully behind him; he walked over to a chair by the window and sat down awkwardly as his erection still sat proudly up in front of his trousers. "Beth, can you cover yourself up, please," he asked, "I don't think as your Uncle I can talk with you when you're naked." "Sorry, I thought you would be used to seeing naked women," replied Mum smiling as she drew the gown around her, "Kathy has been showing me some of Aunt Kathryn's sketches." "Well there is enjoying looking at naked models," said Uncle Jim, "And then there is enjoying looking at your own naked niece." "Did you enjoy seeing me naked then!" said Mum teasingly glancing at Uncle Jim's bulge. "I think you know the answer to that question, Beth," said Uncle Jim, "Can we talk about Kathy? It may take my mind of my embarrassment." Mum pulled the photograph album towards her and noticed Uncle Jim seemed to recognise it. He nodded towards the album, "So it's about the pictures of Celia and Kathryn then?" "Yes, we found them and the wooden... thing when Kathy was showing me some of her mother's sketches," said Mum, she couldn't say 'cock' to her Uncle. Uncle Jim's face broke into a broad smile, "You wanted to say cock, didn't you," he laughed. "Yes," said Mum sheepishly, "We thought it was modelled on your thing, cock, at first," Mum stumbled over the word again. "Who noticed the difference?" enquired Uncle Jim. "I did," stammered Mum, "The sketches looked different and so we compared them and realised it was modelled on someone else's cock! I then discovered the false bottom to the box and the album." "So what upset Kathy?" asked Uncle Jim. "Well the inscriptions showed you were away fighting in France at the time whilst Aunt Kathryn was cheating on you!" said Mum, "Kathy got upset and telephoned Celia, I heard her shouting at her then she stormed back to the room and cried herself to sleep." "Do you know what Celia said to Kathy?" Uncle Jim asked. "No, only that she will come down from London tomorrow to talk to her properly," replied, Mum, "I was worried what Kathy may do." "Thanks for letting me know," said Uncle Jim, "I think I need to have a proper chat with Kathy myself too. Hopefully once she knows I knew all about what went on and why she will come round." He reached over and took the album from Mum, his hand brushing her thigh as he moved. Mum felt a little shock run through her body as the silk of the dressing gown slid across her still sensitive skin. As Uncle Jim flicked through the pictures his face brightened and Mum noticed that the bulge in his trousers twitched. "Why was the album hidden if you knew about it?" asked Mum. Uncle Jim didn't look up but replied, "Because sketches of the sexual act can be classed as art, but photographs would be considered pornographic, so I told Kathryn to keep them locked away." "What do you want to do with the album now?" asked Mum. Uncle Jim snapped the album shut, "Let's put it away for now, unless you want to look at it again?" Mum blushed, "I only wondered who the mystery man was and who was taking the pictures?" "Well I think Celia and I will reveal all tomorrow when she gets here! And young Beth you can listen to the story too as long as you promise not to go telling all and sundry!" said Uncle Jim with a smile. He went to stand and let out a groan as his trousers tightened over his bulge, he sat back down to ease the discomfort. "Do you need to wait a while for your erection to go down?" asked Mum, "or do you want to do something about it, I might look the other way," she continued with a hint of suggestion. Uncle Jim looked at his niece, "Have you seen a man masturbate, Beth?" he asked. "Yes, I liked watching," replied Mum, "I don't mind watching you do it, we would be even as you saw me earlier. I wouldn't tell anyone!" Uncle Jim reached down and unbuttoned his trousers and slipped them to the floor; Mum could see his large cock straining at his under shorts as he eased them over his hips slowly revealing the head them the shaft. He could now stand up after releasing the straining appendage and Mum gasped at the sight of stiff cock before her. Uncle Jim slowly rubbed his hand up and down the shaft squeezing a little juice out each time he reached the tip. Mum shifted on the bed letting her dressing gown gape open and she noticed Uncle Jim's gaze drop to her breasts and his hand moved faster. Mum stood and shrugged off the dressing gown and let Uncle Jim see her whole naked body. His head move back as his cock began to jerk but he slowed down and squeezed the base of his shaft preventing a full ejaculation. Mum stepped close to him and let the tip of his cock touch the bare skin on her stomach, she put her arms around him trapping his big cock between their bodies. "Oh Beth, you're beautiful but we shouldn't," gasped Uncle Jim. Mum slid down rubbing his cock with her body until it was between her breasts. Instinctively she squeezed his cock between her full young tits and rubbed up and down. Uncle Jim couldn't hold back any longer and he ejaculated strongly spraying his seed over Mum's breasts, face and hair. A deep groan shuddered from his body each time Mum squeezed yet more semen from the end of his cock. Panting Uncle Jim said, "Oh, thank you Beth, that was so good but I shouldn't have let you do it!" "I wanted to," replied Mum also panting, "I know how lonely you have been and after talking with Kathy I knew I wanted to help and maybe you could make a proper woman of me." "Beth, I love you as a niece but we shouldn't go further than this," said Uncle Jim without conviction, "You are a beautiful girl and you will find someone soon." "I want my first man to teach me how to make love and you are perfect man to do it," pleaded Mum, "Kathy said so, as Aunt Kathryn always said you were the perfect lover." Mum hugged Uncle Jim and he responded by holding her naked body close. She felt his cock stirring against her stomach and his hands caress her back. Mum responded by sliding her hand over his naked bum and gently pulling him to her trapping his renewed erection and making him groan. Silently he lifted her easily in his arms and laid her down on the bed; he stood beside the bed ran his large hands over her soft skin as she moaned, "Oh please take me!" Mum reached for his erection but he held her hand away, "Wait young Beth, if I am going to make love to you I will do it properly." She obeyed and lowered her hand to the bed as he gripped her hips and pulled her to the edge of the bed. He knelt before her easing her legs apart running a hand down the inside of her thigh. His lips kissed her soft skin from her knee to her pubic mound; Mum squirmed as his tongue flicked her clitoris for the first time but a big hand easily held her still as he probed harder with his tongue. Large fingers stroked her labia spreading them to expose her pink opening before pushing inside as his tongue worked her clitoris. Mum was soon having an orgasm gripping the bedclothes in pure pleasure and bucking her hips. Uncle Jim looked up along the prone body of his young niece then slowly traced a line of kisses up her body to her breasts then over her left nipple before sucking it into his mouth making her shudder again. "Are you ready Beth?" he murmured as his stiff cock rubbed against her swollen labia. "Please do it," Mum nodded. Uncle Jim placed his mouth on hers and she accepted his tongue in her mouth tasting the familiar juices from her vagina. Her body jerked as Jim pushed the head of his cock against her opening and easily slipped the head inside. He slowly entered her well lubricated pussy until his pubic bone ground against hers; she was so aroused there was hardly any resistance. Jim withdrew slowly then pushed back in feeling Mum's vaginal muscles begin to work against his cock; each stroke of his cock eliciting a moan of pleasure from her mouth into his. Soon she began to move her hips in unison with his and the pace of the thrusts increased as her next orgasm rose within her body until she broke the kiss and screamed, "Oh God, I'm cumming Uncle Jim!" Jim gently put a hand over her mouth to muffle the cries as her body stiffened under him at the peak of her pleasure. He allowed her to recover while still stiff inside her, "Are you okay Beth?" She nodded, "Thank you, it felt so good, but you didn't come." "It's okay," said Uncle Jim, "I will finish myself off if you are too tired to carry on." A Mother's Memoir Ch. 02 "I'm not tired, I want you come too," replied Mum, "Can you do it again, like the pictures?" Jim smiled at his niece, "Your Aunt Kathryn's favourite position, she felt it was quite animal to be taken from behind," he said withdrawing from her, "Turn over and kneel on the bed." Mum did as he ordered and Jim stood beside the bed and eased his big cock against her opening. He pushed against her and immediately sank into her vagina. Mum moaned deeply at the different sensation, "Oh that feels so lovely, do it harder." Jim smiled as he began easily fucking his eager niece, "Oh Beth you feel so good on the end of my cock, I want to fuck you really hard. Stop me if it hurts!" "Yes do it to me as hard as you want!" replied Mum carried away by the sensation. Jim thrust rapidly into her ripe young body his own desperation to come urging him on. They were soon both grunting with exertion and Mum could feel Jim's body tightening as he slowed just before gripping her hips and exploding inside her. She felt his cock emptying with each thrust and then yet another orgasm rise and flood her body. Slowly they disengaged and sank onto the bed; Uncle Jim enveloped her in his arms and they lay silently for some time recovering. Finally Jim spoke, "Thank you Beth, you were right I needed a woman and you are now a beautiful young woman." Mum just snuggled in his arms without saying a word. Jim pulled the bedcover over them and reached to turn out the bedside lamp. They slept until the first light of dawn came through the window Mum stirred first and slid a hand between her legs as if to check it hadn't been a dream and she was actually now a woman. Jim woke beside her and pulled her close kissing the top of her head affectionately. "We shouldn't be together when Kathy wakes," he said, "It will probably be a difficult enough day without explaining our new incestuous relationship." "Just stay a little longer," replied Mum, "I just want to be able to remember my first time; do you remember yours?" "Yes, quite vividly," said Jim. "Who was it?" asked Mum. "It was someone I shouldn't have gone with," said Jim, "But I don't regret it." "I won't tell, if it is a secret," whispered Mum. Jim smiled, "Well it doesn't matter so much now," he said, "It just seems to be a family trait." "What do you mean?" asked Mum. "My first time was with your Aunt Sophia, my elder sister," Jim declared, "We had always been close until she went away into service. I went to help out at the estate during harvest time just after my eighteenth birthday and Sophia managed to get the job of bringing lunch out to the farm workers. One afternoon she told me to meet her in the barn; when I arrived she was lying on a blanket naked. We just did it without thinking, it felt natural but it hurt later when we knew we couldn't be together." They lay silent again until Mum said, "Will you make love to me again before you go?" Jim slid an arm under her body and easily lifted her on top of him, "Let me show you my favourite position," he said as clasped her bum cheeks and eased them apart. His cock was erect and he moved Mum gently over his member and eased it inside her. Still moist from the previous night the entry was smooth and he gradually coaxed Mum into a rhythm eventually allowing her to control the pace of their love making. Jim laid back and fondled her breasts as Mum worked hard on top; as she began to show signs of climaxing Jim slipped his thumb over her clitoris increasing the stimulation until she stopped and ground down into his groin. "Oh fuck, oh fuck," she gasped and her vaginal muscles clamped around his thick cock surprising him and making him come deep inside her, his body jerking upwards. Mum collapsed on his chest and he caressed her as his cock slowly subsided inside her. Jim's hands ran over her buttocks stroking slowly rubbing their leaking juices along the skin from her vagina to her anus; his fingers circled her anus making her murmur contentedly. "Relax, I'm going to do something you may like," Jim whispered as he circled her anus. She felt pressure then a finger slipped inside. "Oh," gasped Mum, "It's nice, do it deeper." Jim pushed deeper and circled his finger widening her anus; more moans escaped her mouth as both holes were filled. Mum moved back to accept Jim's finger deeper and began to fuck his finger with her arsehole; the pressure stimulated her clitoris again and she felt a small orgasm shudder through her body. As she finished and lay still Jim removed his finger and let his cock slip from her vagina. Kissing her face softly, "I had better go and let you clean-up before Kathy wakes; I will see you downstairs for breakfast." "I love you Uncle Jim!" murmured Mum as he slipped from the bed.