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The only things that have been changed are the names of those involved, so that they can't be identified. *** My name is Len, and I am now 45 years old. I was married to Anne for 14 years and have three lovely children. I live in the southeast of the UK. My first sexual experience occurred when I was 11 years old. My parents split up at this time and this affected me quite badly, resulting in me going through a period of having nightmares for a short while after the break up. At the time I lived with my mother and didn't see my father at all after he left. On the evening in question, I had had a nightmare and gone into my mother's room. She was lying in bed watching the small portable TV, and when I walked in she had reassured me and thrown back the covers indicating that I should get in beside her. I did so and cuddled up beside her, still a little upset from the nightmare that I'd had. She started to caress my head and the back of my neck telling me that it was a nightmare and that I didn't need to worry anymore. This went on for about ten minutes with me finding what she was doing very pleasant and moving and pulling my pyjama jacket up so that she was able to 'tickle' the whole of my back. My mother then announced that it was her turn, and turned her back on me so that I was able to do the same thing to her, but through the material of the nightshirt that she was wearing. This was not the first time that this sort of thing had happened, but what happened next was definitely a new experience for me. My mother rolled over on to her back, slowly turned her head towards me and told me that she wanted me to do something else for her, but that I must promise that I would never ever tell anyone about it. I promised her that I wouldn't and asked her what it was. She unbuttoned her nightshirt and slipped it off her shoulders to expose her breasts, her bottom half was still covered by the duvet, and asked me if I'd 'tickle her like this.' She started to move her fingertips up and down between her breasts. We were a fairly open family and I had often seen my mother naked in the bath so wasn't as shocked as you would expect, and didn't see anything wrong with her asking me to do what she had. I did as requested and slowly moved my fingertips up and down in the valley between her breasts whilst watching the programme on TV. The next thing that happened was that my mother gently took my hand and said 'Can you please tickle me here.' As she said this she moved my hand, taking my index finger and slowly circling it around her nipple. When she let go of my hand I carried on doing this, but was obviously doing it too fast and being a bit rough as she asked to do it more slowly and a little more gently. I carried on doing this and after about five minutes noticed that my mother's breathing was getting faster. She was also shaking slightly and whispering 'Oh, that's nice, that's really nice, just like that, baby.' After about another five minutes she started to make little grunting noises and I noticed that she was doing the same thing to her left breast that I was doing to her right. By this stage she was starting to shake a lot and then starting to squeal slightly. I thought that I was hurting her again and stopped what I was doing and moved my hand away saying, 'I'm sorry, Mum, I didn't mean to hurt you.' She shushed me and reassured me that I wasn't hurting her and explained that she had been making the noises because what I was doing was so nice. She asked me to carry on what I had been doing, which I did. After another couple of minutes, she reached up and took my hand, moving it slowly down her body until I could feel hair underneath my fingers. My mother looked at me and asked me if I would do something else for her that would be even nicer than what I'd been doing already. I really wanted to be able to do something nice for her, but had no idea what it was she wanted me to do. She guided my fingers down to something that felt very wet and very warm and asked me to move them up and down there, which I did. Again she started to shake and moan, but was also whispering 'That's it baby, that's so nice, please don't stop, Mummy feels so good.' When I looked over she was squeezing both of her breasts and pinching her nipples before starting to breathe really heavily and grunt. She then did something that really surprised me. She moved one of her hands down and moved my hand further down the wet area, until I could feel two of my fingers sinking into a warm, wet cavern. My mother started whispering 'Oh that's it baby, put them in me, move them in and out, nice and slowly, but don't stop.' I did as I was asked and noticed that my mother was shaking again. Her hand was on top of mine controlling the speed with which I moved, the other still squeezing and pinching her breast. Then suddenly she started moaning, repeating over and over 'Oh yes!' and shaking quite violently. Then she went completely rigid, gritted her teeth and shocked me by gasping 'Oh shit that's it.' She stayed rigid for almost a minute before relaxing and gasping for breath. My fingers were still in the warm wet place but no longer moving as her hand was holding mine still. She was still shaking slightly and panting as she moved my hand up her body and kissed my fingers before saying 'Thank you baby, that was so nice, you've made your Mum very happy.' She then gave me a very gentle kiss on the lips. Whilst all this was happening, I had been surprised that my little willie had become very hard and although it was a nice feeling, I felt the need to pee. I told my mother this and got out of the bed. As I did so, she asked me to turn around, looking down at my groin and my willie poking out and just said 'Oh dear, you'd better go to the toilet.' When I did go, I found it very difficult to pee and couldn't do so until my willie had gone soft. When I got back to my mother's bedroom, she asked me why I had been so long, so I told her the problem that I'd had. She just laughed and 'I'm sorry darling that was my fault. Did it hurt or was it nice?' I told her that when it was hard it had felt nice, but had hurt when I tried to wee. She just threw back the duvet, patted the bed beside her and said 'I know how to make it feel better again, and as you've done something nice for me its only fair that I do something nice for you.' As I was getting into the bed, she said to me that I should take my pyjamas off, but I said to her that I'd get cold. She promised me that she wouldn't let me get cold, and said that we should both be the same. She sat up and pulled her nightshirt over her head so that she too was completely naked. She lay down again and pulled the duvet over us both. We lay there for a few minutes, before she asked me if I'd like her to tickle me again. I said that I would and she gently ran her fingertips over my chest and tummy. 'Why don't you tickle me again' she whispered. I did as I was asked, making circles around her nipples as I had earlier, noticing that my willie was getting hard again. Then my mother did something that totally surprised me. She moved her hand and grasped my hardening member with two fingers and her thumb and started to rub it up and down. This was a totally new experience for me, but I was enjoying it. My mother seemed to be as well, as she was starting to breathe heavily again. I kept tickling her breasts and she kept rubbing my willie, then after five minutes or so I felt a very strange feeling in my groin, almost as if I was going to pee. I told my mother this, but she just said 'Don't worry baby, just lie back and enjoy it.' I stopped tickling her breasts as the feeling became stronger, helped by the fact that my mother's rubbing had got faster, and then it happened. I had a feeling like I was peeing, but it was different because it felt so nice. As soon as the feeling subsided I started apologising to my mother for wetting the bed. She just hugged me and smiled, reassuring me that I hadn't done, and that what I'd felt had been because of what she'd been doing. She asked me if it had felt nice, which I had to admit it had. She told me that I would be able to do that to myself sometimes, and that when I was older I'd have more understanding. In the meantime, she again made me promise that I would never tell anyone what had happened. END *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* The author does not condone child abuse, this story is meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their local prison system. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Kristen's collection - Directory 75