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(F/m-teen, ped, inc) *** PART 2 After this first incident, nothing occurred again for several years, and it was never mentioned between us. I went off to boarding school and learnt about the 'facts of life,' ably assisted by various top shelf magazines, and like any other teenager attempted to wank myself into oblivion. I was also assisted by various girlfriends and lost my virginity two months before my thirteenth birthday (seduced by an 'older woman,' six months older than me). This 'education' also made me realise what had happened on that night and fuelled many 'wank fantasies' in my early pubescent period. When I was fifteen, I had my second experience with my mother. I was at home alone, as my mother had gone to a leaving party for one of her colleagues, and was lying in bed. I hadn't been able to sleep and decided that what I needed was a bit of self-abuse to get me off (no pun intended). I raided my secret stash of pornos and started flicking through whilst gently wanking myself. Suddenly, to my horror, my door opened and my mother announced that she was home. I'd been concentrating so hard on the pictures in front of me that I hadn't heard the front door. I was mortified and tried to hide the magazine and cover myself with my duvet in one movement. My mother looked shocked, and then apologised at the same time as I was apologising to her. But rather than leaving, she stood in the doorway. She told me that I had no need to apologise and that what I had been doing was perfectly natural as well as normal. I noticed that her speech was slightly slurred and that there was a faint whiff of alcohol from her. It didn't stop me from feeling mortified, or from apologising, but again she reassured me, and then floored me by telling me that she had found my stash of magazines months ago. She went on to explain that she understood that as a teenage boy I would look at these magazines and that I would have 'rampant hormones.' She asked me which one I'd been looking at, then stepped forward and sat on my bed. I lay frozen, the duvet still pulled up to my chin. 'Come on then, hand it over. Don't worry. I'll let you have it back.' She put her hand out, and I reluctantly passed her the magazine. She sat on the bed flicking through it, then turned and said 'So what are you, a tit man, a bum man or a leg man?' I lay in silence. 'Don't be shy, you can tell your Mum, I won't be upset or embarrassed. After what we did a few years ago, how could I be?' She giggled slightly, and then looked serious. 'You've never told anyone, have you?' I assured her that I hadn't. 'Good. And there's no need to be embarrassed. Everybody does it, masturbating, wanking, whatever you want to call it.' Hearing her say 'wanking' was bizarre, because she was generally very prim and proper, only saying the occasional 'bloody.' 'And you still haven't answered my question, tits, bums or legs?' I stammered a very wishy-washy reply of 'It depends.' 'On what?' she asked. 'On lots of things,' I replied, 'Whether she's pretty, what she's wearing, all sorts.' Mum was still flicking through the magazine, and then stopped. 'So this girl obviously gets you going.' She turned the pages so that I could see. It was a pretty blonde girl, reasonably large tits, and naked except for a pair of black stockings and suspenders. She was lying on her back with her legs slightly apart. 'But I'm only guessing from the state of the pages.' The pages were torn in a couple of places where they had been stuck together when I'd cum on them previously. I flushed completely scarlet, but my mother reassured me. 'I told you, it's nothing to be embarrassed about. Everybody masturbates. You obviously do, your friends do and even I do.' The latter was a bit of shocker, as I'd never thought about my mother doing anything like that, even after that evening all those years ago. 'Does that surprise you? I don't know why, I may be an old lady, but I still get randy. So what is it about this girl?' She thrust the magazine towards me. 'Mum, this is really embarrassing!' I protested, but she was having none of it and still wanted an answer. 'Well, she is quite pretty, I suppose,' she continued, 'And she does have fairly good boobs. She's a nice shape. And,' she paused dramatically, 'She is wearing stockings. Is that it?' She looked knowingly at me. I was absolutely scarlet by now. Face, chest, arms, everywhere. I nodded, sheepishly. Mum laughed. 'What is it about men and stockings? I tell you something, if men had to wear them, they wouldn't find them sexy. Hold-ups don't and suspenders are awkward, particularly when they come undone at inopportune moments.' She started giggling like a young girl and then said 'So, what is it?' I was still totally scarlet and mumbled that I wasn't sure, but they were just sexy. 'So is this sexy?' She stood up and lifted the hem of her dress to reveal that she was wearing stockings. Even after all this time, the image is burned in my memory. The stockings were tan and held in place by a light blue suspender belt, which matched the knickers that she was wearing, the gusset of which I could just get a glimpse of below the uplifted dress. I protested that this was embarrassing me even more, but she just retorted 'It's not as if you haven't seen me wearing less than this!' She sat herself down this time in the armchair at the bottom of my bed, revealing a bit more of her knickers, picked up the magazine and asked me 'So who looks better, me or her?' I protested again, but again, she was having none of it, insisting on an answer. I felt in a very difficult position. To tell her the woman in the magazine might upset my mother, but to tell her that it was her seemed wrong. Added to this was the fact that my hormones were starting to work and with the vision of a woman displaying her stockings and knickers, even though that woman was my mother, my cock was starting to grow again. I decided to go for the coward's option and mumbled that they were both pretty much the same. 'What if I was in the same pose as her? Who'd 'win' then?' I was totally shocked and protested with a loud 'Mum!' She just put her head on one side and looked at me. 'Don't give me that, young man. I can see you looking up my dress. Like what you see?' I wasn't prepared for what she did next. Very quickly, she leaned forward, grabbed my duvet and pulled it off the bed, leaving me totally exposed, including my rapidly hardening prick. 'Obviously you do,' she said with a wicked grin. 'So does the sight of your Mum showing you her knickers and stockings make you feel like wanking? I bet it does. And I bet that you think that after I've gone to bed you're going to lie there, the image of this in your mind whilst jerking yourself, don't you?' I'd been sussed and all I could do was nod my agreement. 'Well, you're wrong, because there is no way that I'm going to bed and leaving you in here wanking when I could stay and watch and provide you with real life material rather than memories.' Unfortunately, this did not have the desired effect and the thought of jerking off in front of my mother, even if she was provided the 'floor show' caused me to go limp at the speed of light. She slowly tutted and shook her head, saying 'Obviously I need to work a little harder on this.' As she said that, she stood up, unzipped her dress and let it fall to the floor, revealing that her bra matched her knickers and that her nipples were erect enough to make two obvious 'peaks' through the lacy bra material. Her breasts had started to 'head south' a little since my first experience, but were still reasonably large and her bra encased them in such a way that it gave her quite a cleavage, which had been hidden by the fairly high neck dress that she had been wearing. Although there was some stirring in the groin area, I still stayed determinedly limp. Mum tutted again, then said 'I remember what does the trick.' She slowly moved her hands up to her breasts and began moving her hands over the material encased mounds, occasionally rubbing her nipples through the lace. My cock began to grow, ever so slightly. She looked at me with a wicked smile on her face and said, 'Would you like a better view?' with which she gently peeled the material away from her breasts so that they were fully exposed and the material was sitting underneath them and pushing them upwards. Her hands moved up and continued to massage the fully exposed flesh, occasionally rubbing and tweaking her inflamed nipples asking me if I remembered when I had done this for her when I was younger and how much she had enjoyed it. She had been right and it did indeed do the trick, my cock rapidly filling and growing before her eyes as I lay transfixed at the sight of my mother playing with her tits just four feet away from me. The only sounds were my mother quietly groaning and my rapid breathing until, after about a minute, she broke the silence, huskily saying 'Well I'm doing my bit, shouldn't you be doing yours?' Instinctively my hand reached down and gripped my inflamed prick, slowly starting to wank myself, my eyes glued to my mother's hands playing with her nipples. 'That's it baby, not too fast, I want us both to enjoy this,' she breathed, but my instinct was to jerk at lightning speed, unable to believe what I was seeing. Her eyes were fixed on my hand sliding up and down my member. After a couple of minutes I had to increase my strokes as her hand slowly moved down her chest, her abdomen and reached the waist band of her knickers, a finger gently tracing down to the warm hole out of which I had emerged fifteen years previously, and that had accommodated my fingers all that time ago. Mum picked up on this and laughed. 'You like the thought of that do you, seeing your mother wanking at the same time as you?' I nodded. 'Yeah, Mum, I'd love to watch you play with yourself whilst I play with myself,' a stammered. 'Like this?' she said as she moved another finger down and spread her legs, gently rubbing the gusset of her panties. I could see that there was a dark patch appearing as she made circular movements. I moaned an 'Oh yeah,' as I increased my speed, but she told me to calm down a bit, I was going too fast again. I did as I was told and the two of us faced each other, watching intently as we each pleasured ourselves. Suddenly, mum stood up. She reached behind her, unhooking her bra and then bending and slowly sliding her knickers off, leaving her naked apart from her stockings and suspenders. She looked up at me saying 'This will be more comfortable' before sitting down again. But what she did next almost caused me to blow my load there and then, because she lifted her legs over each of the arms of the chair, giving me a clear view of her moist, red cunt. The speed of my jerking increased and Mum smiled, saying 'Enjoying the view?' As she said this, her hand moved over the light hair of her pussy and she again began circling her clit with her fingers. The more she did this, the faster I began to wank. The faster I began to wank, the faster her fingers moved. The sight before me was just so unbelievable and so erotic that before long I could feel my balls tightening and cum beginning to boil up inside me. Mum obviously realised what was happening and her left hand moved from her tit, where she had been squeezing and tweaking her nipples and joined her other hand at her gaping hole, instead of rubbing her clit with this hand, she hooked first one, then two fingers into her pussy and began thrusting them rapidly in and out. This was too much for me and I began wanking as if I was trying to pull the whole cock off. As I got faster, so did Mum, gasping 'Go on baby, cum for me, go on, I'm going to cum too, go on, do it for me.' She then started making the little squeals that I remembered from the last time and began shaking. Suddenly, she went rigid and growled 'Oh fuck, yes! Now! Cum now! I want to see it!' That was all that it needed to push me over the edge, and I felt like I was creaming gallons. As my spunk shot what felt like twenty feet in the air I saw my mother frigging herself like a woman possessed before screaming 'Fucking Hell!' and going rigid again. Then she seemed to just collapse into the chair. After a couple of minutes with the two of us gasping for breath and smiling like idiots at each other, I broke the silence by saying 'Mum that was incredible!' She smiled and gasped an 'Oh yes,' then took me totally by surprise by leaning forward, wiping up a small drop of cum from where it had landed on my belly with her forefinger and popping the finger into her mouth with an 'Mmmm.' Mum then stood up, gathered all her clothes, walked towards me and said 'That was very good.' She leaned down and kissed me gently on the lips, her tongue flickering for a very brief second against mine. Then, she stood up, said 'Goodnight my darling, I'll see you in the morning' and walked out of my room, quietly closing the door behind her. I lay there for about five minutes, thinking through what had just happened, still not quite believing it, and then I cleaned myself up and fell into a very deep sleep. The following day, my mother was almost distant from me, never mentioning the action of the previous night, and racked with guilt and embarrassment myself, feeling that I'd taken advantage of my mother whilst she was drunk, I never mentioned it either. However, that didn't remove the memory of what had happened, which occupied many a fantasy in the weeks afterwards, when I was alone, cock in hand and wanking for Britain! End part 2... Archivist's Note: This author did not provide an email address so it will do the reader no good contacting the archive staff for further parts. Check back at a later time to see if there have been any updates to this story by the author. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* 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