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Grooming!

By: pttyjones



I started going to the gym with her before we went swimming, Sheila was a very feminine woman for a lesbian, what is called a 'lipstick lesbian' I suppose, and encouraged me to dress for her in more feminine ways too. She didn't like me to wear jeans or slacks other than when we went walking, or to the gym and swimming pool. That was about the only time she wore her track suit and 'trainers' too.

I particularly looked forward to our Friday evenings together, as I took a great deal of pleasure in pleasing her body, the body she said was mine to take care of. She also took pleasure in showing her appreciation for my attentions, giving me the most beautiful feelings too.

On the Saturday or Sunday mornings after taking our bath together I would groom her, I would give her a massage, brush her hair and do her nails. One Saturday when kneeling at her feet painting her toe nails, I looked up at her beautiful pussy. She was very hairy, not just the amount of hair but the length of it too. She often spoke of it being necessary to hold her sweetness, and when she was aroused it would glisten with her juices.

This particularly Saturday I commented on it telling her I'd never see one so beautiful, she opened her legs to give me a full view, she was never shy about that and suggested I should care for that too.

Once I finished painting her nails I leaned back on my heels and she told me to wait and went and returned with a tiny pair of scissors, a baby's hairbrush and fine toothed comb and a little buzzing razor thing that trims it really close.

She spread her legs nice and wide as she pushed her ass closer to the edge of the chair to give me full access to her pussy.

There was no doubt she was finding this scene very sexy and erotic, as I began to clip and trim away her dark brown pubic hair. As I gently pressed and tugged at her labia clipping away to neaten up her mound, my excitement began to boil over. She looked at me in the eye and asked me if I was excited.

I nodded and she dipped her fingers into the tiny trail of juices starting to ooze from her moist labia's and raised them to my mouth. I closed my eyes and tasted it and moaned in ecstasy before returning my attention to her pussy, opening her up for my pleasure.

I knew what she wanted and brought my face closer so I could taste her sweetness, her lips were rubbery and wet, her clit sticking out of its hood as I covered it with my mouth. My tongue slipped into the crevice with ease as I lapped at her pussy, I felt her close her legs to grip my head for a moment as she gushed in the throes of her orgasm.

Now gripping me by my hair she pulled me to my feet and leaning forward kissed my juice soaked lips, she licked my face tasting her own cum off me for a minute before pulling me onto her lap and holding me tight. I was dripping wet and she brought me to climax easily and quickly with her fingers.

Suddenly she stood up and led me to her bed where she lay down pulling me with her, and I instinctively leaned over and took one of her nipples into my mouth and felt her other breast with my hand. I loved making her quietly moan as I kissed her breasts, and sucked on her nipples. In a few minutes we had positioned ourselves into a 69, each enjoying the giving and receiving of oral pleasure. It was an astonishingly erotic experience.

That afternoon we were to go shopping together in her car that I liked as she had a late model that was much nicer than the old clunker I drove. We browsed the shops window shopping for the most part then later did some grocery shopping, then stopped in a Liquor store and picked up a couple of bottles of wine and some rum.

Closer to my home we stopped again and I rented a movie to watch after supper, and Sheila picked out a lesbian movie from the 'Adult' section. Of course the lady in the movie store knew me as I often stopped there to rent movies, and when she saw the titles looked at me and glanced at Sheila and I'm sure I saw a small grin as she turned her head to ring in the amount. I wished I could have crawled under a rock at the time, although there was something naughty about it.

The first thing I did once we were in my house was put the groceries away and mix us a rum and coke. Sheila had been there with me before so knew where things were, and was not a bit shy about it. She told me I had a nice place although it could use a coat of paint.

I checked my voice mail to find I had a message from my daughter telling me to call her. I called her right away and she asked me where I'd been, I told her I'd been shopping. "All day?" she said sounding disbelieving, "who are you seeing?" "No one" I told her "I just went shopping with a lady friend."

Sheila didn't help as she leaned over to blow in my ear, smiling as she did so knowing I was trying to be serious while I was talking to my daughter. Patricia was not to be fooled; she sensed there was something going on although I denied it as I tried to suppress a giggle. Before she hung up she told me she was coming for a visit the following weekend.

I made dinner and we had a nice meal washed down with the wine, Sheila was very complementary about my cooking skills and after we settled down in my living room to watch our movies. We were not to be going out anywhere so I was quite generous with the rum and cokes.

After the first movie, a love story she had me put on the porno and suggested we strip to enjoy it. By this time I was feeling pretty happy to oblige her. Stark naked I went and mixed fresh drinks then returned to enjoy the film. It was about a group of 5 housewives who would meet in the mornings for coffee at one of their houses, and one morning the subject of sex came up.

It was supposed to be a turn-on as they mimicked and joked about their husband's performance in bed, and the women started kissing one another. It developed into real heavy sex as they got on the floor and undressed each other. One of the women wouldn't participate and just sat there and watched the others making out. When they rested from their actions the woman called them names saying what they did was 'disgusting.'

There was a supposed argument about it than the others grabbed the woman, stripped her then carried her struggling to the bedroom where they tied her to the bed and raped her. There were some awesome scenes as they all took turns sucking and biting her tits, and licking her pussy before one of the women produced a strap-on dildo and they took turns fucking her with it.

There was lots of dirty talk as well as the screams from the women as they got carried away raping their victim, who's cries of anguish turned to cries of pleasure by the time they were finished. They were all contented women, even the supposed victim. They agreed from that time on they would meet every morning for fun and games after coffee, and they would take turns being the victim.

After the movie we went to bed happy and horny, and the first thing she did was get me to lie on my back with my hands above my head. Holding me by my wrists she laid on top of me tits to tits, pussy to pussy and licked my face. Licked it all over and talked dirty to me, she told me I was her favourite cunt and how she loved to shag me, (her word for fuck) and started grinding her pussy against mine.

With her weight on me the only thing I could move was my legs as I opened them wide to accommodate her grinding me. Another thing, the beauty about doing it in my house was we could make all the noise we wanted, as I had no neighbours to worry about hearing us, not like when we did it in her apartment.

She held me tight talking dirty to me calling me names like I said and with my legs flailing in the air she soon had me squealing from the pleasure rippling through my body. Looking into her face her eyes were wide open, smiling at me as she kept thrusting her pussy against mine 'till we had a couple of powerful cums together.

Rolling off me she laid beside me breathing heavy, once she quieted she leaned over and gripped one of my tits and squeezed it really hard, kissed it and bit it, giving me love bites. I was surprised at how good it felt, then turning over she held me tight to her body in the two spoons position and we feel asleep.

The next morning in the bathtub we talked about how good it felt and I admitted to liking it, I had love bites on my one tit as a reminder of our night of love.

After we left to go join others for brunch in a restaurant and on the way and I dropped the movies off, I couldn't help but wonder what the staff thought when they saw the titles particularly of the one lesbian flick. Like I said, it was my local store where I went quite often to rent movies.

Brunch was most enjoyable and by now I was beginning to get to know the other ladies there, they were always so friendly to me as well as Sheila. They were quite open about what they enjoyed in private with one another, most of them were married and it seemed their sex lives with their husbands was pretty flat, reduced to 'wham bam thank you ma'am' once a week, and in some cases not even that.

After brunch Sheila and I were to spend the Sunday afternoon together, something that was becoming a habit as she also liked to get out and visit different places. This particular day she got talking to Martha and Joan, two of the ladies I'd met and invited them to join us in a leisurely drive along the river. They seemed pleased with the invite and agreed to join us. 

Sheila drove as we were in her car and took her sweet time driving and after passing through a couple of villages stopped in the next town and parked near a park along the river bank. We got out and arm in arm strolled into the park where we sat on a bench and just enjoyed the view.

It was clear from their conversation that Sheila and Martha had known each other for years, Joan was like me, the quiet one who was just happy to get out of the house and away from her husband for a while. Her marriage was dead she said, she had met Martha on-line who, as it happened had been looking for a partner; they met and hit it off.

We compared notes on our marriages and I felt quite comfortable talking about it as it was now over for me, Joan was different as she felt trapped in a loveless marriage where her husband's only interest seemed to be in sports and beer. She admitted she was thinking about getting out of it, but stayed for family reasons. She looked me directly in my eyes and said, "They don't know about my relationship with Martha," giving Martha a knowing smile.

It was late spring and although the weather was nice it was a bit cool after a time so we got back in the car and continued on. We spent about another hour driving and at the next town went into a Tea room where we had leisurely Tea and cookies. I was particularly pleased being able to talk to others about my situation, and how Sheila and I found each other.

We got back home around supper time and dropped the ladies off at their car that had been left at the restaurant. Before they parted thy commented on how they enjoyed themselves, saying we should all get together sometime again, to which Sheila and I agreed.

I admit to being a little excited at meeting other queers like us, Martha and Sheila had much in common as they were quire open about their feelings, whereas Joan and I were more reserved? We went to bed early after trying to watch television, but there wasn't much on that interested us. Our lovemaking was slow and unhurried, I felt quite amorous and delighted to please my lover.

I slowly kissed my way down from her eyes, stopping at places of interest like her mouth for some deep tongue kisses then again at her throat then on to her tits. They were always so soft and beautiful, her nipples hard as I suckled them, first one then the other. Down over her tummy my hand exploring the contour of her hips and thighs, stopping for a little tonguing at her belly button.

Sighs were escaping quietly from her lips; I could smell her as she slowly opened her legs to accommodate my questing tongue. I was happy to pleasure her this way, I felt contented as I moved over her now trimmed pubic hair to taste the juices now evident on her pussy lips.

I changed positions now, moving round to place myself between her legs, lifting them as I did she bent her knees as I slid my arms around her thighs and placed my hands on her tummy and brought my face to her pussy. She was open and glistening from her juices as I tasted her, running my tongue around her labia's before penetrating her with it.

Her moans of pleasure were louder now, her legs restless as she moved them trying to raise her hips to meet my penetrating tongue. I reached deep into her, sucking her clit making sucking noises. I felt her stiffen as she had an orgasm, and then continued on licking and sucking to bring her again and again.

Finally she closed her thighs on my head and reached down to pull me up to lie with her. Holding me tight she licked her cunt juices off my face as her hands began to roam over my body, continuing the rising pleasure surging through me to bring me to an amazing climax, the most beautiful end to a perfect day.

Grooming



Reaching and maneuvering from one angle to the next switching back and forth from my Wahl Peanut to my latest model of the Norelco beard trimmer getting around my cock and balls on my own has become a real chore. With the move back to my childhood home, and no longer a partner to assist, I am forced to fend for myself. Started off years ago with scissors and sometimes a small comb to upgrading to clippers the final outcome is worth the effort, just for certain areas of the body it's damn near impossible to get to. 

Why am I telling you this? Well for quite frankly grooming my private region is how fate brought my mom and I together as much more than mother and son. The fact is in the last few months I haven't needed to groom myself, for she has been assisting me with this bi-weekly 

Let's put this out there right now, you are not going to hear me having a 9-inch cock, and my mother having 36DD with a small waist, big hips and all that jazz, but we aren't ugly either. My mom fits the mold of an attractive older woman that has earned the culture term of MILF. With daily visits to the yoga studio which is conveniently in the same shopping center that her salon is in, she is always there ritually 5 days a week. Me? Well I am no Derek Jeter but I do okay. Lately I been taking bootcamp classes to spice up my day to day routine which usually consisted of calisthenics, and I love the group atmosphere. But let's be honest, my reasons for typing this isn't to talk about our fitness habits. No it's more about my or in this case our sex life and how it came to be. 

For the world is filled with people fucking and sucking and licking one person or another and at times groups at a time. But my mother and I are in the small percentage where we as a couple are not only intimate with each other but related to. Yes I am a motherfucker and I have no issues about it. But in my case, I am fucking my own mother. Now you ask yourself, how does one end up in these situations? I can't speak about others but for me it's a combination of fate, hormones, and alcohol. 

Going back several months, about weeks after leaving my relationship and previous life behind and returning back to where I grew up I started to make myself at home again. But with me all grown up at 25, I have some new rituals since I lived here and that is grooming. The reason I started this is due to a unique situation I am in or for a better word my penis is in. I have what is called hypospadias which basically means the plumbing in my penis doesn't work like the average penis does. After birth I had to have a simple procedure done using my foreskin, they made me a new hole. So yes, for those reading this I literally have a 2 hole penis. If you don't believe me, look up the medical term and you will see for yourself. 

The result of this is I can pee out of two holes at times, and the other is it left me partially circumcised. What that means is the head for the most part is exposed by still has a turtle-neck. However, having natural pubic hairs with that, at times I will get hairs in the foreskin which for some weird reason I enjoy pulling out. But also causes a problem for others especially during blowjobs especially since the ones doing the sucking hate having hair in their mouth. This lead to me manscaping as you will. First with scissors and then later I got the idea of using a beard trimmer and I have to admit that it works quite well. 

Believe me before you even suggest or think it I tried it all: different level settings, going bald, and so on. Nope ladies and gentlemen, my niche is the #4 on a beard trimmer and don't mean a hair trimmer for the #4 on a hair trimmer is completely different from a beard trimmer this much I guarantee you without being a certified hairstylist. 

So with the complaints coming from my female partner at the time I started to groom, and as a result I liked how it looked and felt. While I did try going smooth shave I liked it for the first 2 days but after that it really sucks. Waxing? I am a pussy when it comes to that and I will admit it without hesitation. Nope, I am trimmer for life or groomer if you prefer that term. 

So this resolved the hair in the mouth, and lead to many mind blowing BJ's from my live in girlfriend. But with life comes issues, and we didn't really fight but found we didn't love one another like two people should, and agreed to part ways as friends and keep in touch. Some time later here I am back at home. 

So as I was saying, I learned to love being groomed, and when the hair starts to get to long I get an itch to trim. However, when I was doing this with my girlfriend at the time we used to do many things to make this easier. Usually she would blow me during or before to get me hard to make it easier to get to the hairs on my cock and balls for I am one of those guys that need constant stimulation to keep my hard-on. 

So to say this once big enjoyment has started to become a chore, and I have gotten myself into positions that makes me wish I was a contortionist so this would be that much easier. It's during one of these times that I was in some weird position or angle and all of a sudden I got a Charlie Horse in my right calf. Not sure exactly what I did to cause it but it had me on the bathroom floor screaming with the clippers vibrating on the floor right next to me. 

Forgetting my mother is there and laying on the floor holding my leg my mom comes flying into the room asking what is wrong. Not having a care nor acknowledging I am butt naked she squats down and tries to help. I somehow get the words out about my Charlie Horse and point where it hurts the most. 

Not missing a beat she grabs my calf and starts to massage it and relief was almost instant but still far from resolved. So here I am, naked, on the floor, and my mother is massaging my leg. To make matters worse she is wearing one of her short-shorts with one of those off the shoulder shirts, the kind that they have at least one if not both shoulders exposed. I am not sure what it is about that look but it always turns me on when I see a woman wearing one of those shirts, and for the shorts oh come on even a gay guy could appreciate short shorts on a fit woman. 

At some point during all of this I slowly started to open my eyes as the pain was finally being replaced by pleasure; not sexual pleasure mind you just pleasure of a great massage. Forgetting for a moment who is rubbing me,and I look upon the face of my mother but what I see isn't what I I was expecting. Looking at her, not even looking back at me, but rather she is staring right at my cock and licking her lips almost like I am some piece of meat. 

Neither of us saying a word, me laying there getting massage while at the same time getting hard, and my mom practically drooling over her boys cock. It's at this moment I finally feel the knot dissipate and start to flex and point my right foot stretching the calf. 

Feeling the relief that I so needed my mom stops massaging but doesn't release her hold on my leg, and still licking her lip and continually staring at my cock. 

Neither one of us showing any sign of wanting to move, reality sets in and she begins to lower my leg, and her eyes meet mine. Staring at one another and not saying a word we just lose ourselves in each others eyes. 

Nope sorry to disappoint you, but no we did not lean forward and start to kiss, but instead she just continues to look at me with that beautiful smile of hers, lowers my leg, and stands. Giving me her hand she helps me up with me reaching for the clippers as I rise from the floor. 

After getting up I work my right calf bending my foot this way and that and finding all is well in my leg finally. Brushing off the dust from my butt mom begins to laugh and I can't blame her for the situation is kind of funny if you are looking at it from the outside in. 

"Feel better honey?" She asks 

"Yes mom, I really needed that. Not sure where you learned that but it really worked." 

"Just motherly instincts honey. Now honey, turn off those clippers, get dressed, and come outside with me by the pool and tell me how it all happened." 

****** 

After getting outside I begin to tell her everything for there are no secrets between us. Explaining about my grooming ritual, why, things I have to do on my own, basically the entire story leaving nothing out. I also without even thinking about it confessed about how my ex used to get me hard to so she could trim the hairs on my cock which got a chuckle out of my mother. 

"Well honey, if you want I can help you with that. Not the BJ part" smiling when she said that "but the trimming I can. It's nothing new to me for as you know my salon does it all. We not only give haircuts but we also offer waxing as well as trimming to the private region and we do have our share of male clients as well that pay top dollar just to have a woman do it for them." 

Agreeing to moms offer I ask if we can do it now so she can finish where I left off. 

"Sure hun, just let me finish my wine first. Don't worry, I only had 2 glasses so I doubt I will accidentally cut your member of" giggling after she said that. 

I just smile lay back down in silence and fantasizing my mother handling my member while sliding the clippers down my rod trimming the hairs. 

************ 

Once we got to the bathroom I proceeded to setup the bath mat, and she was folding a towel for her to kneel on. Grabbing hold of the clippers with one hand and handling my privates with the other she begins to work on the hairs that I missed and those I couldn't get to. 

It was only natural to react to her touch and it goes without saying I started to get hard. Without even saying a word once I was at full mast she grabbed hold of my rod and began to slide the clippers from head down to the base till she covered the entire circumference. 

She never reacted to the situation, no sign of arousal, or moaning except from me which you have to forgive me but come on, I have my hot mom man-handling my cock wouldn't you get off on that? 

After she finally got every area, she began to rinse me off and re-check to make sure she got it all. Not sure if it was her attention to detail or some other reason but I wasn't going to say no. Grabbing hold of the shower rod she started to rinse off my back first, then directly into the crack of my ass, and eventually turning around with cock pointing straight at her. 

It was when she was rinsing my balls that she slipped and fell forward because some of the water made it outside of the tub and moving one of her legs off the towel and placed it on the floor for support plus the water caused her to slip. What happened after that you can't even make up. Falling forward her face turned to the side and from her cheek to the entire side of her face was pressed firmly against my cock. 

Going on pure instinct, no thinking involved, I just grabbed hold of her head and pressed against her face and groaned. Moments which probably were just seconds but felt longer I realized what just happened and that I was still holding her head and my rock hard cock is pushed against her face. It's at this moment I look down and see her looking right up at me. 

Not saying a word eyes locked, she reaches to turn off the water, lets down the shower head, I release my hold on her head, and instead of pulling away,she turns to face my cock and plants a kiss right square on the base of my cock to which I groan "Oh god..." 

Feeling the sensation of lips and kisses working from the base to the tip I again reach for her head and grabbing a fistful of hair to hang onto. Feeling the tip of her tongue toying with my second hole and around my foreskin I begin to feel what can only be explained as hot breath right on my head of my cock which only lasts for a split second before I feel my mother engulfs my entire rod without gagging. 

Not thinking or caring this is my mother that has my entire cock in her mouth and some in her throat I begin to fuck her mouth with all the pent up sexual frustration I have had since leaving my girlfriend earlier. Using her hair as leverage I don't let up hearing the gurgling sounds coming from her throat she reaches around and grabs hold of my ass and squeezes as a sign to not let up which I don't. 

I wish this lasted several minutes but to be honest I think I would be lucky if it was 60-seconds before I feel the rush of cum running through my rod out of my 2nd hole right down her throat. Hearing her choke a little but not letting go of my ass I too just continue on fucking her mouth and throat till I finally stop coming and could barely stand. 

******* 

Releasing my hold on her hair she lets go of my ass, bobs her head a few more times, slurps up whatever cum leaked out of her mouth, licks what remnants that were left behind, looks up at me and says "Ready to return the favor honey? I would love if ate me out right now." 

"But mom..." 

"Honey I don't want to discuss what just happened, I just want to go with it, lets not think and ruin the moment. I need my pussy licked and I need it now: yes or no?" 

"YES...fuck yes!" 

"Good meet me on my bed and make it quick for I really need to cum after that." 

******** 

After I got to her bedroom I found her naked in the center of the bed legs up and wide open and her pussy leaking juices. Mastering the art of cunnilingus thanks to my previous relationship I worked my mother up to an intense orgasm. I didn't do it right away mind you, I teased the shit out of her. Working her clit, G-spot and fingering her ass I had her on the brink of her orgasm three-times and stopping each time before she grabbed hold of my head and shoved my face on her crotch and telling me to make her cum. 

After she came I did get hard eating her out but we ended up cuddling first not saying a word just losing ourselves in each others eyes. What I felt as I was staring into her eyes is what I should have felt for the woman I was living with but didn't, but instead felt it for my mother. The love that we all seek was with the one person I knew my entire life. 

Not saying a word to each other but knowing our thoughts she rolled onto her back as I rolled on top of her and entered her body. But this time instead of just pumping away like I did with her mouth, I took my time with slow steady pumps and just staring into her eyes losing myself in those gorgeous eyes and for the first time in my life feeling what true love feels like. 

******* 

When we finally both came and started talking she admitted it was the combination of the wine, seeing my cock, the trimming that got her all worked up. The falling head first was an accident or fate as you were and with the help of the wine she just went with it. She later admits she is not sure what she would have done if she was sober but she also admits she has no regrets that it happened. 

I eventually moved into her room for since that day we spent every night together and I have no interest in looking for anyone else. I also doubt that will ever change and I have grooming to thank for that.