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 The life of Elaine, a 50 year old woman.

   Part 6 Julian and Mum 1

   Today I finally discovered that my mother was having an affair with
another man.  The trouble was, I found out in the most bizarre of
circumstances as I will explain in due course.

   My mother, known to my father as 'Chrissy', had always been very strict
during my upbringing.  She is what some people might call 'straight laced'.
Whenever I had approached her with questions of a sexual nature she would
get flustered and then get angry.  I never did understand why she did this
because my school friends all tell me that they are able to confide in
their mum's and get all their questions answered as if they were friends.

   It is this image of mum that makes it all the more incredulous that she
should be in possession of an artificial penis in her bedside drawer.  It
was clear from what dad had told me that she wasn't having sex from him and
I suppose that was a substitute.  But I had also noticed that mum had a lot
of evening meetings and I had been suspecting that she was having an affair
with someone.

   It was a Thursday morning at school and I had already endured almost a
full hour of English and the prospect of a further two hours of Maths was
just too much, even though I normally enjoyed it.  Added to this was the
fact that my period was imminent and so I was preoccupied, as was usual at
that time, with matters sexual and uncomfortable.  During the last class I
had been looking at the shape embossed in the English teacher's trousers by
what appeared to be a not insignificant manhood.  I wondered if he ever
wanked himself, he wasn't married and he seemed too old to have a
girlfriend.  Perhaps he was gay and fancied boys instead!  That got me
thinking about the act of seeing a man come, particularly the time when
John withdrew in the nick of time and all that semen ejaculated forcefully
onto my tummy, leg and underwear.  I'll never forget the warmth and
consistency of it as it shot over my panties and leg.  That episode has
been replayed on my mind on many occasions since then.  In fact I recall
the early hours of one particular morning having wakened up from a very
vivid dream; that penis had been invading my female anatomy so vigorously -
in and out, in and out.  I had been almost coming, when I felt his hardness
withdrawing from the vagina that was trying to suckle on his male milk.  Oh
God, what an erotic dream.  In the dim light I could see the erection that
had been giving me such pleasure.  But alas, this hardon was in the final
stages of its own pleasure; I could see it pulse and emit a jet of very
warm liquid that reached up across my belly, and then another jet over my
lower abdomen and knickers.  His gasps and groans revealed the release of
his orgasm and I so desperately wanted to have mine.  I had reached up to
guide the sperm-coated masculine instrument back into its expectant
feminine sheath.  I didn't seem to care that this virile man's sperm might
impregnate me from where it had just come.  He was desperately whispering
in my ear that I might get pregnant and so I woke up.  It took me some time
to realise that I was having another wet dream.  I was on my back with my
knees up and legs open; my hand was flat open across my fanny and my
knickers were wet.  My small breasts were heaving and I was so close to
orgasm that I continued to caress my hot wet crotch until I could feel that
I was almost there.  Then I parted my panties to give my standing clitoris
some desperately awaited attention; as my fingers played with this little
female hardon I was amazed at how slippery and wet I had become, and then
it happened; the contractions ensued and I gasped loudly.  I came and I
came and I came.  As the last traces of my orgasm subsided my legs collapse
and then I remembered nothing until I awoke for school in the morning.

   As I emerged from my thoughts I realised the Mr Jones was talking to my
classmate Ann and I hoped that I wouldn't be next in line for a question.
God, what would they say if they knew my thoughts?  I decided I was going
to have to go home and sort myself out.

   I arrived home at just before mid-day and let myself into our empty
house with my key; running straight to my room where I deposited my
schoolbag in its usual place beside the wardrobe and hung my blazer behind
the door.  I was about to go to Mum's room to borrow her artificial
companion when I remembered I had put the 'Jack and Jill' magazine back on
John's stash.

   I went to my parent's room for the magazine, my heart thumping; how I
loved the sight of the front page showing the horny couple in a
fully-clothed lewd embrace.  The publication was well read for sure, by at
least one male that I know, many of the pages were well thumbed and some
stuck together (giving me a good hint of the favourite pages, but more of
that later).  I picked it out deftly and took it back to my room and sat
reading it on the bed.  Almost unconsciously I began to undo my school tie
and as I thumbed through the pages I also undid and removed my shoes,
pushed down and removed my white knee-length socks and taken off my watch.
By this time Jack had worked Jill's knickers down her legs, her skirted
legs wide with anticipation.  Jill had Jack's very erect penis in her hand
and she was obviously enjoying the feel of erection that she was stroking.
Up Jill's skirt was exposed a mildly hairy female genitalia which was
swollen and ready for lancing (as was mine).

   By this time I had removed my brassiere and skirt and was clad only in
my school knickers (white cotton with simple elastic legholes) when I
decided I needed something more than my hand.  I needed to feel a hard cock
inside me (as Jill would say) so I went to Mum's room, dressed only in
panties, in search of her artificial friend.

   I opened the drawer, but to my dismay it wasn't there.  I was about to
search further but, Oh God; I could hear the front door being unlocked and
the familiar sound of Mum's voice.  There was talking going on but I didn't
know the other voice although it was male.  Mum was laughing and she
sounded really happy, something I hadn't heard for a long time.

   I froze.  What was I going to do?  How could I explain my presence in
her room, let alone being naked excepted for a thin pair of white knickers.
I was about to run for the door but I imagined the voices getting nearer.
So I panicked and jumped for her wardrobe that I occasionally hid in as a
child.  Almost frantic I pulled one door closed but when I tried to pull
the other door it got stuck so I couldn't close it completely.  To make
matters worse I heard the voices move into the lounge.  Then there was
silence for some minutes and just as I was about to make a dash I heard the
voices move upstairs.  Jesus, my heart was thumping at the thought of being
caught.  The bedroom door opened and I heard them enter, my fingers went to
my ears and I screwed my eyes tight shut, awaiting discovery.  After what
seemed like an eternity I opened my eyes and removed the fingers from my
ears.  As my senses readjusted I could hear soft voices in the room and I
ventured to look where the strip of light was coming from to see if I could
see anything.  There was nothing to be seen at that angle so I looked for
the other strip near the centre.  Now I could see them both, standing by
the side of the bed in a passionate embrace.  They were both of the same
height and both with same pale (almost white) complexion.  Her hair was
medium length red which curled under at her shoulders.  His hair was short
and brown and combed back.  What struck me was that he appeared to be much
younger and also that he was quite ugly; perhaps someone from her office.
Mum came toward the wardrobe and my heart skipped a beat, now I was for it,
my mind racing for an excuse.  She reached for the doors and, instead of
trying to open them, tried to close the door.  The door did close and left
me in complete darkness, but it repeated what it did for me, and then
opened again.  When the door opened this time it made the whole of the
nearside of the bed visible and I could see her as she walked to that side
of bed and sat down, closely followed by her friend who proceeded to sit
next to her.  She was wearing the skirt of her black business suit with a
cream top and a clearly visible 36c white bra.  Her legs were bare so she
had removed her tights and shoes that I'd seen her in this morning.  I
could hear Mum say, 'What's the matter Julian.' Julian replied quietly,
"I'm not too sure about this Chrissy, what if your old man comes home and
catches us." "Oh shush darling," she said, "he won't be home until much
later." Mum kissed him on the lips, but Julian said, "You have a daughter
at school don't you Chrissy." Mum was losing patience, I could tell, "For
goodness sake Julian, yes I do have a daughter, her name is Elaine and yes
she is a schoolgirl and she will be home much later also.  Now are you
going to give me a kiss or are we better of cramped like sardines as we are
in my car?" Julian, in blue trousers and white open-necked shirt, moved to
kiss her on the lips.  Their mouths met and joined, I could almost see
their tongues tangle.  Julian, reaching to cup one breast with his hand,
fondling and kneading it back and forth.  Every so often he would undo
another button from her top.  Mum, meanwhile, was caressing Julian's cheek
as she sucked on his mouth and tongue.  As their kissing progressed, Julian
moved his mouth to kiss under her throat and finally push the cream top off
her shoulders.  Mum's head was back; her eyes closed and mouth open, her
lipstick smeared on her lips.  Her hands were undoing his shirt buttons as
Julian continued to kiss down her throat and chest, all this as he was
unclipping her brassiere.  As she removed his shirt, he removed the female
garment cupping her ample breasts.  Those breasts were creamy white with
pink areola and nipples; they were awaiting the attention of Julian, whose
shirt had just been removed.  I was surprised to observe that Julian's
upper body was as pale as my mother's and it was slim but not muscular and
was almost devoid of hair, I began to wonder what the attraction was for
her.  His nipples, too, were pink.

   Julian's hand moved to feel her right breast, making a warm bra-cup with
his hand as he moved it around in eager massage, and she responded with
light sighs of appreciation, my own nipples responding by stiffening with a
tingling sensation in a way that I had so recently learned to understand.
Mum placed her own hand over the one that Julian was using to feel her
heaving right breast, obviously enjoying the experience, and guided his
hand to where she could maximize her pleasure.  One hand from each moved in
synchronism with her breast until Julian extracted his from hers and moved
it to her knee while Mum continued to feel her own breast with a motion
that revealed her own pleasure.

   Julian's hand caressed her knee and prised her legs to part slightly to
allow probing of her inner thigh.  I watched as his hand moved tentatively
up and down her inner thigh, each move parting her legs further until I
could see up her black skirt, the pale of her thighs and whiteness of her
underskirt contrasting with the blackness of the material of her suit
skirt. As his hand worked, her sighs deepened and her legs parted further.
They were kissing deeply and Mum moved her hand to stroke his chest and
fondle his left nipple.  Mum's legs parted further until I could clearly
see the triangle of white panty between her thighs, God, what a way to see
Mum.  Julian continued moving upwards, stroking and caressing until he was
feeling that ultimate of female erogenous zones, that very private patch
between a girls legs that most mother's tell their daughters is so
precious. Mum's breasts were heaving as she took the pleasure of his feel
against that panty clad area that was so sensitive to a girl and the place
that she had always told me old me was so dirty.  As her legs parted
further then so did his hand massage and spread her thighs.  I could now
see line of her panties, revealing some stray red pubic hair.  Julian's
middle finger parted the material away from her privates and probed the
lips of female sex organ, the finger penetrating its target to the heavy
panting of Mum.  I could plainly see him fingering most private part.  This
was not to last long as Julian's hand was moving much farther up her skirt,
intent on removing her knickers.  Mum was meanwhile oblivious to Julian's
actions and I could clearly see his movements over the waistband of her
knickers, watching as he worked her knickers this way and that until the
waistband was almost at her knees, the crotch of her panties still trapped
between her thighs.  In that position I could just make out the little
inverted triangle of her red pubic hair.  Mum parted her legs further until
the crotch of her knickers found release and joined the rest of the garment
near the waistband.  Julian wriggled the panties down over her knees with
the help of mum lifting her bum.  Mum then lifted her left leg out of the
undergarment, leaving her panties clinging to her right lower leg.  Julian
proceeded to feel and stimulate her, moving his hand back up between her
defenceless thighs, parting her legs in urgent expectation, her sighs and
moans betraying the womanly pleasure she was feeling and I could clearly
see the swollen slit that was the target of his middle finger.

   While kissing and being felt by Julian, Mum's hand moved down over his
belly and came to rest at the front of his trousers.  It was then that I
noticed for the first time that there was a long hard ridge showing and I
couldn't believe that what I was seeing was a hardon, I mean, it reached up
as far as the waistband of his trousers.  Her fingers briefly danced over
the hard ridge, to the heaving of Julian.  Her fingers moved back to his
tummy and then back to that ridge where it undid his belt and the clip
holding the trousers around the waist.  With the waistband open, Mum
proceeded to unzip him.  All this time she was being fingered and fondled
and I could see that she was moving her bum to the movement of his finger
as if she was having intercourse with his finger.  As his trousers opened I
got a real shock, Julian's penis was not only hard and very thick, but it
was protruding beyond the waistband of his boxer shorts.  Oh what an erotic
shape (but too large to be put inside a girl I thought), it was very stiff
and the end almost covered by a creamy foreskin.  Julian had now removed
his finger and was feeling up under her bottom, her legs wide to that I
could clearly see her swollen wet vagina with Mum feeling along the
underside of Julian's thick hard cock and down to cup and fondle a large
heavy pair testicles that seemed to have a life of their own, swelling and
contracting as they prepared his sperm for imminent ejaculation.  God, it
was such a turn-on, watching her ministration to his penis and balls and
the resulting gasps of pleasure he made.  Julian was really excited, he
humped up trying to get relief from Mum's hand and she obliged by gripping
the girth of his cock with a firm grasp, pulling back against his humping
(she only just managed it), as Julian pushed against her he emitted a large
moan and I could see that the foreskin sheath of his cock was peeling back
to expose a bulbous purple shiny dome.  I thought Julian was going to come,
and so did Mum for she took her hand away and began pushing his pants. 
Julian took over this task as Mum got up and unbuttoned her skirt at the
back and then stepped out of her skirt, throwing it on her bedside chair.
There she stood, with her back to me, completely naked, except for a white
see-through underskirt that did little to conceal her knickerless features.
Mum wasn't slim, but neither was she overly fat; Rubenesque in proportion
would be more accurate; in fact the description could be applied to me as
well.  I could see the profile of her right breast as she pushed the slip
down over her waist, a slight sag but reasonably firm for a mother, a
protruding pink nipple showing.  The slip landed on top of the skirt on the
chair.  Meanwhile Julian' had divested himself of his remaining apparel and
he, too, was now completely naked.  Unlike Mum, Julian was nearly facing
me, slim, hairless except for a dark patch of pubic hair.  He was slightly
taller than Mum at about 5'8" and his penis was very erect, jutting at an
angle of around 45 degrees with a brownish heavy testicle sac at hanging
from the base, the foreskin was still peeled back making the end a bell
shape, looking very like the artificial penis.  Mum bent over to throw back
the bedclothes, briefly giving me a rear view glimpse of her feminine labia
lips, framed between two creamy white bum cheeks.  Then, out of the blue
she produced a white bath towel which she spread on the bed.  Both climbed
onto the bed and lay next to each other on the towel, immediately beginning
to fondle and caress, Julian's cock moving against Mum's left leg as he
felt over her tummy and down, over her mound and parting her legs.  I could
clearly see the pink-red slit of her sex, desperate for his attention as
his fingers approached their target, bring a sigh of wanton appreciation,
her hand moving to stoke his stiffness, bringing the same erotic sigh

   "God, Julian, if you keep playing with me down there you'll make me
come." Julian replied, "I know, your clitoris is like little swollen wet
hardon, I think she needs to meet my hardon." Mum then said, shockingly,
"Julian, she is so wet and needs your hard cock up inside her.  Let me put
a Durex on your soldier." "Oh shit," Julian exclaimed, "I left them in my
other jacket." "Oh no Julian, this is so cruel, I need it now,
desperately", Mum pleaded.  "Oh I'll be really careful Chrissy, I'll pace
myself so that you can come but I'll take it out before I ejaculate,"
Julian assured her.  "I don't know, Julian," she returned, "It's risky, I
really don't want to get pregnant and it doesn't take much come to do
that," she said, unconvinced.  Mum was really desperate to have Julian's
rigid penis invading her feminine private and she didn't know what to do.
"Oh come on Chrissy, it'll be OK, I promise," again reassuring her.  I
could see her weakening as her feminine needs prevailed.  "OK Julian, but
please, please be careful," she resignedly repeated.

   Julian was obviously desperate to get his cock into mum's vagina, and
she was just as desperate to get it into her because she parted her legs to
accommodate him and then unbelievably she guided that pulsating erection to
the lips of her femininity.  She must have been so wet because he slipped
straight in and I heard both gasp in ecstasy.  Mum pulled Julian's head
down toward her breast and with her other hand she was feeding an erect
nipple into his mouth which he immediately began to suckle.

   I watched with incredulity as the entire length of that hard cock went
to the full way into my mum's vagina.  In and out it went as they
frantically made love, they were grasping and humping and groaning.  Every
now and again I would catch a glimpse of Julian's long rod of hard flesh as
he withdrew almost completely and then parted those wet female lips with
his stiff male lance as he re-entered her milking passage for another
upward thrust, all the way to its base, the heavy ball sac slapping against
her lower vulva.  Julian's thrusts were becoming slower as he tried to
delay the onset of his orgasm, his pleasure was almost palpable.  The look
on Mum's face was also one of sheer pleasure, her eyes half-closed in
ecstasy, it was obvious that the length of Julian's penis was why she was
with him.  "Oh sweet Jesus I'm going to come", Mum gasped and pulled him
hard into her.  God, it was so erotic and unbelievable.  Although I was
frightened of discovery, I was nonetheless sexually aroused by what I was
witnessing and I had become very wet, wetter than I had ever known.

   I could tell Mum was reaching orgasm, she was pushing hard against
Julian and I could see her begin to shudder, quickly reaching a crescendo
as the stiff organ plunged deep inside her.  Then it was Julian's turn, his
strokes quickened again until, all of a sudden he pushed really hard and
kept his cock buried deep inside her, with his creamy white bum cheeks
clenched really tight.  He was obviously going to come and Mum could sense
it also.  "Julian", she shouted," Julian don't come in me," but Julian was
beyond the point of no return.  Mum was pushing his hips away strenuously
and moving her bottom away from his thrusts, his hard cock was withdrawing
from its milking sheath.  Eventually the end of his penis emerged, it was
so long, but he had already started to ejaculate, he groaned as a powerful
squirt of semen hit the crevice of her vagina.  As Julian's cock became
free, Mum clasped with her hands to substitute for being inside and Julian
continued to thrust hard against her hands which formed an artificial
vagina.  His foreskin was pulled back hard as he pushed against her,
groaning, the knob of his dick was swollen and angry red and the pulsating
erection ejaculated another very powerful stream of come, the thick liquid
across her tummy and right breast.  Gasps of relief followed shorter
ejaculations as his orgasm subsided and he collapsed on his back beside
her.

   Julian's penis was still stiff, with the foreskin was fully peeled back
to reveal a large swollen purple shiny wet head, still leaking his
masculine secretion.  It was almost touching his bellybutton.  Mum's legs
were still parted and I could see the swollen wet slit that had just been
penetrated so deeply, framed in a light bush of red pubic hair, some of
Julian's sperm clearly visible on her girl crevice and inner thighs.
   Elaine