I guess we all have them, I certainly did, but you don't realize that others do too until something happens, that many times brings them out into the open.
My mother had been sick for quite some time, dad having passed away a few years before so she had pretty much lived alone, though she had many friends that she spent a considerable amount of time with, which I was very grateful for as at the time, I lived a considerable distance away out of state.
So I guess depending on how you look at it, I was fortunate enough, or unfortunate to have been going through a divorce, and because of it, had moved back closer to home, and thus got to spend the last couple of months spending more time and visiting with my mother before she died.
But like I said, I was grateful that mom had so many friends and neighbors that spent time with her during the time I wasn't, and who were still there for her, as well as for me, afterwards.
After dad's death, mom had moved into a much smaller place a duplex that she shared with a woman who soon became her dearest of friends and neighbors. "Mabel" though everyone called her "May" had come over to help me sort through some of her things a few days after the funeral. Having already done this before when my father had died, I wasn't looking forward to doing it again, especially alone and with no real idea what to do with much of her stuff. The only direction I'd been given shortly before her death, was her desire and request that May be given first choice to take or have anything of hers that she wanted, that I didn't want or couldn't use. Needless to say, I was extremely grateful when she came over to help me sort through all of mom's things.
But it was while doing that, that I learned that my own mother had a few secrets too. Things I would never have suspected, guessed at, or certainly ever imagined. The one thing it did do besides surprise me, was teach me that my own mother was a normal human being, just like everyone else, still sometimes hard when you think in those terms regarding your own parents.
It was weird enough going through my mother's "unmentionables" as she called them as I had begun packing up several boxes of her clothing, things that would either be donated or thrown away, which is when I came across a vibrator, something I initially just stared at, trying to justify, somehow accept that she actually owned one, let alone used one. For some oddball reason, not quite able to wrap my head around the fact she'd even know what they were used for, though obviously she did ... and had.
But as awkward as that was, it was made even more so as May was sitting next to me packing a few other boxes at the same time that I was, and saw the shocked look on my face when I pulled out not only that particular item, but several others as well, including what turned out to be a double-dildo, which for the life of me, stunned me even more than the somewhat normal looking vibrator. I know I was blushing furiously as I looked up and saw May looking at me with a smile on her face.
"Let's go have a cup of coffee," she told me standing up. "I think maybe now's the time you and I had a little chat."
May was in her sixties, though I never learned her exact age, nor was it important that I ever did. But she also didn't look like she was either, even though she'd allowed her hair to turn naturally gray, almost white in fact somewhat prematurely, though it looked really good on her. She kept it cut really short, "easier to maintain," she had once told me, which I'm sure it was, but it also somehow made her blue eyes even bluer, which in turn made her face a bit younger looking giving lie to her true age.
May also had a reasonably nice shape, and like everyone in the middle years, an extra little padding here and there, but nothing that I felt detracted at all from her natural attractiveness, as May truly was a good-looking woman, which was another reason why I didn't fully understand her reason for never remarrying after her husband had died many, many years ago.
I had followed May next door to her place where we sat down at her kitchen table after pouring us both a cup of coffee. She sat looking at me over the rim of her cup as she sipped it, and then sitting it down in front of herself, reached her hand over placing it over mine as she spoke.
"Brad? You need to know ... your mother and I were more than just friends or neighbors, for the last year ... we were also lovers."
You could have knocked me over with a feather. At first, I didn't know what to say or how to respond to what May had just told me, it was too hard to believe for one thing. I was still struggling with the fact that mom 'masturbated' and actually used toys to do that with, and now this, which was even more shocking to me under the circumstances.
"Mom was a lesbian?" I blurted out in disbelief.
"Lesbian? No, I don't think so," May told me. "She was just a woman with normal every day needs, no different than you or I is all. And that I happened to be a woman, and the one person she could feel comfortable with, and confide in without fear, is what brought us together as lovers. So lesbian? No ... she wasn't. Did we do things that lesbians do together? Yes, of course we did. But I've never considered myself a lesbian either, and your mother was in fact the first and only woman I've ever been with. So ... just so you understand, neither one of us ever looked at it that way. We just saw it as two women who had grown close to one another, who felt comfortable enough with one another, to share a little needed pleasure from time to time."
I was still struggling with the image that had suddenly popped inside my head however, sitting there looking at May, having already mentally undressed her, seeing her with "mom" all tangled together on the bed, and then adding in my mind the scenario of the two of them hooked up together with the double-dildo I had found. I actually shook my head trying to dislodge the image. May laughed.
"Having a hard time with it I see," she said simply. "Cookie?"
May pushed a plate of homemade chocolate chip cookies my way. They were my favorite, though I seriously doubt she knew that.
"Have a cookie, you'll feel better."
At the moment I wasn't sure I could, the only thing I felt was a little numb.
"How what?" May answered back as I took a bite of my cookie. "How did the two of us become lovers?" she asked me back already surmising I was curious as I merely nodded my head. "Do you want the simple short version, or the long one with all the nitty-gritty details?"
To be perfectly honest, I wasn't sure I wanted to hear all the intimate little details, but then as I sat there looking at her, I decided that I did.
"Tell me everything," I responded. "I really am curious to know how mom could end up..."
"Being with, making love to ... having sex with another woman?" May finished for me.
I took another bite of my cookie without answering, just waiting for her response, though she smiled at me as I did understanding my feint.
"Well, ok Brad I will. But only as long as you understand a few things first, number one, your mother was a very sensual, and very open-minded woman, probably more than you know or would ever give her credit for being. So you need to understand and accept that first, or you'll never be able to understand or accept anything I tell you. And just because she was your mother, didn't mean she didn't have desires and needs and wants ... just like everyone else does, including yourself!"
"Ok," I responded trying to assure her I could do that, though she shook her own head negatively, still smiling however.
"Ok, secondly, you also need to know that your mother loved your father. So much so, that she had made a vow to herself, right or wrong, that she would never remarry. Oh Brad, you have no idea the number of evenings we spent discussing that one. Not that I was trying to change her mind about doing that, I mean after all, look at me. I never remarried either, but I also didn't live a life of celibacy. I had often discussed the point of her going out and at least dating, not with the intention of ever getting married or serious again with someone, but just for a little fun, and some sexual relief."
I was still having a hard time getting my head around the fact that mom needed sexual relief, though I was slowly warming to the fact she obviously masturbated, and how could I look down on her for that when it was something I did nearly every day myself?
May continued as she stood pouring us both another cup of coffee, taking the pot back to the kitchen counter giving me a chance to look at her with an observant eye, she really wasn't a bad looking woman for her age, and I again briefly saw mom and May together in my mind's eye as she turned and came back to the kitchen table sitting down.
"Your mother refused to get involved with anyone else however, stating that it would simply complicate things, inevitably, she felt like there would either be pressure on her to remarry again, or she would find herself falling in love with someone else, and then wanting to."
"And what's wrong with that?" I asked knowing that I would never be given an answer to that, not really anyway.
"Nothing," May agreed. "And even though I never remarried myself, it wasn't because I was afraid to do so, or had any misgivings about doing it, it's just that I liked living alone and not having to be accountable to anyone other than myself. Your mother however didn't look at it that way, she enjoyed the companionship, missed it. But she had also made that vow to herself that she just couldn't accept going against."
"So how ... why?" I asked once again, alluding to their relationship.
"Oh yeah, the nitty-gritty part," May said smiling at me though I saw an unexpected warmth in her eyes as she obviously recalled that period of time when things obviously happened between them. "Very well ... but don't say I didn't warn you," May said pushing the plate of cookies towards me once again. Automatically I took one, it seemed easier to hear what she was saying while munching on a cookie for some reason.
"It didn't happen overnight either," she began. "We'd been speaking rather personally, and eventually quite intimately over a very long period of time. Eventually your mother felt comfortable telling me her deepest darkest secrets and fears, and I did the same with her, sharing confidences, making her more comfortable as we both did, so that soon there wasn't any subject, any topic, or even any fantasy we'd ever had not being able to be shared or openly discussed with one another, which is when she asked me if I still masturbated, which I told her of course that I did, all the time in fact."
Just hearing May admit to that caused my cock to twitch, though I mentally chastised myself about it, reminding me as I sat there looking at her, that this wasn't some tawdry dirty story I was supposed to be getting off at in hearing, though for that brief second, knowing that she did, still did as she'd just admitted to, had pushed one of my arousal buttons, though I'd immediately shut it off again.
"Your mother was struggling with the most natural normal personal activity in the whole world, and she was feeling guilty because of it. You see Brad, your mother and I grew up during a time when that wasn't discussed, certainly wasn't taught. And though everyone knew ... even expected that boys did it, girls weren't supposed to, and even if we did do it, we certainly never admitted to it, or ever talked about it, not even amongst one another. So you see, your mom was still dealing with a holdover to those times, and was feeling horribly guilty because of it. So we talked about it, several times, and I assured her it was a perfectly normal thing to do, and then even told her that I had gone out and purchased a vibrator to use whenever I did, and that she should probably think about getting one for herself. Well quite naturally, she was at first genuinely appalled at the notion, so I dropped it. But then after about a week, she brought the subject up again, and asked me if I would show it to her, which I did."
"Wow," I breathed trying to let all this sink in. "So you taught her how to use one?"
"That first one? No, not really. I know what you must be thinking and what's probably bouncing around inside your head. But that's not how it happened. I showed her the one I had, but even that one she was way too squeamish about even holding, let alone trying. Eventually I brought over a magazine I had ordered for her, which had several different kinds and types to chose from of course, so I merely gave her that to look at in privacy, and told her that if indeed she wanted to pick, or order something, that she could do so, and that we'd have it delivered to my address even, in the event she was too worried or nervous about it arriving at her place, which is ... what we actually did. We sort of made a game of it then, pouring through the magazine together right here at this very same table, over coffee while eating cookies."
I had just taken another bite, and now sat with the image of the two of them looking at adult toys together over coffee and cookies almost funny.
"I'm glad to see you smiling," May told me. "I can still see that clear as day myself," she said knowingly as for a moment I had kept a faraway look on my face. "Your mother still ordered a very simple, very basic vibrator, which didn't surprise me of course, as even mentally in the beginning, I think she wanted to fool herself into thinking it wasn't meant to be used for the very purpose we were ordering it for."
"Now that sounds like mom," I said affectionately, still trying to imagine it, which was slowly becoming easier and easier for me to do now.
May once again nodded in agreement. "About a week later, our package arrived, so I invited her over ... for coffee," she grinned, "and so we could open the box together, since I knew she was already having misgivings about having ordered one already." May paused briefly. "You sure you really want to hear the rest of it?" she asked "It gets pretty explicit after this," she warned me.
Even if I didn't, my cock did, as it had hardened, though I'd been sitting there trying to consciously will it not to, without success.
"In for a penny..." I answered back using one of mom's favorite sayings, obviously one which May had heard her use quite often, as she burst out laughing when I said it.
"That's pretty much what she said one evening when we actually were in bed together, but that's well ahead of my story," May said fondly. "Anyway..." May began again, picking up her thoughts. "Like I said, I knew she was having second thoughts, even as we opened the box and took our purchases out. Mine was considerably more decadent looking that hers, more life-like if you know what I mean, and I saw your mom's face flush as she saw it, even though she was already blushing as she sat there holding the one she'd purchased. I quickly inserted the batteries that each one needed, under the pretense of making sure they even switched on of course, but wanting her to get comfortable with just holding it, looking at it, before she lost her nerve and stuck it away in a box or a drawer somewhere without ever actually using it."
"Yeah, I can see her doing that," I admitted.
"So then I told her how I was looking forward to trying mine out, and as a tease, which was one of the few ways I knew of breaking down your mom's barriers, by joking about something as it turned out, I then slid it down between my legs while sitting here at the table, and though I really wasn't doing anything, I held it there as though I could actually feel it, and told her that it felt really good, and no doubt would feel even better when I'd actually put it inside myself."
"Damn," I actually sighed seeing that inside my head once again as May continued.
"What I didn't expect, is what your mother did then, which even surprised me, she put the one she had purchased down between her legs, turned it on, and held hers there too!"
"Holy fuck! Oh God ... sorry May, I didn't..."
Once again, May burst out laughing. "That's what I said when I saw her, and not because she'd done that, but because of the look on her face while she did. She really was enjoying it, obviously she was feeling something she hadn't felt in a very ... very long time!"
"So then what?" I asked still trying to collect myself, feeling my own face flushed at the inadvertent slip for one thing, and sitting there trying to imagine the two of them sitting at this very table with humming vibrators positioned between their respective legs.
I still knew she was struggling with it however, you could always tell by her sudden change of expression whenever she was, or whenever she was about to retreat back into her past, back into her upbringing, which I hated to see as she always struggled with her guilt for several days after that, no matter what I said or did. Seeing that, I decided to do something bold, risky perhaps, but I saw no other way around it.
"That's when I asked if she'd like me to show her how to use it, and took it even further, telling her I'd even show her how I did it on myself using mine. Which is when I stood, actually pulling down the pair of shorts I was wearing at the time, before she could even comment. Oh Brad, you should have seen her face when I did that, she was shocked as well as surprised that I had of course, but she soon after smiled too, seeing me as I actually revealed myself to her."
"Fuck!" I said once again, not even realizing that I had, this new image too ingrained, too crystal clear for me to even know that I had as I reached for, grabbing another cookie from the plate.
"You shave your pussy?" she asked.
"What?" I said not sure I had just heard her right, it was a weird thing for me to have heard her just say.
"That's what she asked me when I slipped off my shorts and my panties. You shave your pussy? Which I did, and which was. That surprised her obviously, again, another hold over from another time, though she had no reason to want to do so anyway, but she was rather curious as to why I had, so then we got into a why I shave mine sort of discussion, which I then re-sat back down in my chair, though not before pulling it over to sit down in front of her, spreading my legs, showing her my quim as I did, and still holding my new toy in hand, began teasing myself with it, showing her how I did, and how I enjoyed pleasuring myself, trying to give her some idea of what to expect, and what sort of things she might want to go and try on herself later. But ... once again, your mother surprised me. That's when she stood up, and took off the simple dress she'd been wearing, rather than just hunch it all up, she slipped out of it instead, along with her own panties of course, so that now she sat with nothing more than her bra on as she sat there watching me, and soon began emulating some of the things I was doing to myself. Before long, we were both sitting there watching one another while we masturbated."
"Holy shit!" I said amending my language some, though I was again reminded by the hardness pressing against my own pants of the erotic images that had formed there, whether I wanted them to or not. Just seeing May and my mother sitting across from one another while they began to explore and experiment with their vibrators was still erotic, even though I kept trying to remind myself, it was my own mother I was visualizing here.
"Anyway, that's basically how things began. One thing led to another, but like I said, it didn't happen overnight either, it was very gradual, and over a long period of time. But your mother really began to lighten up, and we began to joke more and more, discuss sex, actually laugh about it and reminisce, not that she still didn't miss your father, the touch of his hands on her, she did, and I think because of that, because of our sitting there sharing all this one evening, both of us crying our eyes out, that we sort of started touching one another, and the next thing we both knew, we ended up in bed together. Obviously Brad, I could go on and on about it, but I'm not sure that's what you really want to know about now is it? You just wanted to know how it happened, and why. So that's how it did. So now you know."
Actually, I did want to hear more, all of it in fact. But I had to wonder if that was me, or my cock that was thinking that way. I was hard as a rock, and now most uncomfortable as I sat there once again trying to will my erection away.
"So, tell me. How's it been with you anyway? Your mother told me ever since your own divorce that things had been difficult for you, and she had often told me how worried and concerned she was about you."
"She was?" I mean I knew mom had been concerned and worried, but that she'd actually been concerned about my sexual welfare as May had put it came as a surprise to me, though again I was just getting used to the fact that my mother was in fact a sexual human being with obvious needs and desires just like everyone else had, and thanks to May ... which is how I saw it now, she'd at least had some form of intimacy to enjoy in her life once again, for a while at least, unlike myself now which I freely admitted.
"So you're not even seeing anyone?" May pressed.
"Not at the moment no. Been too busy to even think about it for one thing, but for another, I have to be honest with you May, it's just not my thing to go to bars or clubs looking for women. And on the construction site, the few women that are there, are either all married, or really are ... ah,"
"Lesbians," May finished for me smiling. "Another cookie?"
I laughed, this time refusing the offer. "Right now, the last thing I want is another cookie," I told her though telling herself something else entirely, feeling much like my mother had become with her, that I too could feel comfortable being totally candid with her.
"Been a while has it?" she asked knowingly.
"Too long," I near whispered once again shaking my head, feeling the ever-growing awkwardness and uncomfortable position of my erection pressing against the front of my jeans.
"How long has it been?" May pressed, surprising me.
"Not since Carol," I told her, and six months before that even while we were having our problems with me being gone and on site for so long at a time. Which is when Carol started having her affair, and eventually left me for. So ... probably nearly two years now," I stated thinking about it.
"So no one else in all that time?"
"Nope, nadda ... nothing," I confirmed sheepishly. "Just me and my hand," I freely admitted, though blushing even as I said that, though somewhat relieved to see the accepted expression on her face. After all, she had as much admitted the same to me earlier herself anyway.
May sighed, looking at me. "We need to do something about that," she informed me.
"Like what? Take out an ad in the yellow pages? I could just see it, divorced thirty something with no money, plenty of debt, horny as hell and in need of an attractive woman, oh yeah, they'd be beating my door down wanting to jump into that."
"Well, maybe not jump into ... but jump onto something," May told me, though she'd frozen my thought which I was about to speak as I watched her hand suddenly come up and begin undoing the button's on the blouse she was wearing.
I know my mouth was open as I sat there watching May remove her blouse, and soon after her bra.
"Your mother once told me that Carol was rather large breasted, and that you always had had a thing for women with bigger tits," she began as she suddenly revealed herself to me. "And though mine aren't as perky or as full as they once were of course, even at my age, I still don't think they're too bad ... what do you think?" she said suddenly as she slipped out of her bra. "Go ahead Brad, touch them if you'd like, I think we'd both enjoy that."
I finally closed my mouth, still stunned, still surprised, but I couldn't help but admire May's lovely breasts. They were indeed truly beautiful, full and well rounded, with dark pink nipples that were as thick as small thimbles as they stood off her breast.
"But only if you want to," she told me as she sat there. "And I am not suggesting anything else to you either, nor is it my intention to try to force you into doing anything you're not comfortable with, especially since I am twice your age Brad, but I think I can at least give you, just like I was able to give to your mother, a little self confidence, not to mention a little needed relief. So ... if you'll let me," she said as she suddenly reached over undoing the buckle on my belt.
I was to say the least, literally speechless. May had absolutely gorgeous breasts, something that up until now, I really wouldn't have given a second thought to. Now however, I would certainly be taking a much closer notice of women her age. They were indeed full, certainly nowhere's near 'saggy' as one might think, falling heavy against her ribcage yes, but so sensually shaped, her nipples even more alluring than most I had seen. I was so fascinated by looking at them, that until the moment I felt her hand actually sneaking itself inside my pants, I was almost unaware that she had. And it felt good, feeling it released, the sensation of her small delicate hand wrapping itself about my shaft, stroking it as my own hands hungrily reached forward capturing each of her twin teats, lovingly caressing them, fingering and toying with those hard extended nipples of hers, hearing her sigh pleasurably as I did so.
"Oh God that feels nice," she told me wistfully, sighing again as I continued to fondle her full breasts, taking pleasure in them as she in turn gave pleasure to me, enhancing it all.
I didn't really realize how aroused I had become with all this talk, but obviously so had May as she'd sat recalling those times together, which only then did I come to understand in how much they had come to mean to her. I now had a better understanding of the intimacy they had shared, something that transcended any sort of stereotype or label anyone could have given it, including myself. It was, and had become for them something more, something much, much more that had obviously reawakened May's own arousal and desire along with my own.
When she snuggled closer, now imprisoning my hard shaft between those sweet succulent breasts of hers, I thought I was going to die right then and there myself. I think that the intimacy of so simple a thing such as that, is more of a mental stimulation than even a physical one. But it can be far more powerful a pleasure than one might think, simply because of that. Seeing May as she cupped her large breasts around my shaft, slowly stroking it with her tits as she held them, jerking me off in between them, I was soon hovering on the edge of pure orgasmic delight, which she almost immediately sensed.
"Don't hold back," she said simply. "Just enjoy the pleasure of it and allow yourself to succumb to it, whenever you feel it."
I was already feeling it, and basically told her so in the next heartbeat.
"Fuck! May!" Was all I said, and in the next instant felt the first surge of sweet ecstasy burst forth from the tip of my cock. Delighted, May continued masturbating me with her tits working them up and down as my prick discharged what seemed like a gallon of creamy white nectar, most of which splashed against her chin, falling back, dripping and splashing a second time against those same beautiful bare tits of hers.
"Yes baby," she cooed still milking me. "Give it to May, give May all that sweet delicious joy juice," she said urging me on unnecessarily, but her words, spoken with the lusty bravado she was using, merely enhanced, increasing if that were even possible the amount of semen that I had almost magically produced.
When there was simply no more to give, May finally released me, sitting back in her chair once again, her upper body from the neck down, a milky white mess, which she immediately began smearing into herself, caressing her breasts, neck, as well as her belly massaging all my spunk into her skin as though it were body lotion.
"Damn good for the complexion," she said smiling, "especially for a woman my age."
"I'll have to remember that," I told her. "Anytime you need or want a fresh supply."
She smiled, but it was a subdued smile. "I want you to take some time and think about what I told you, along with what we just did here," she told me then making no effort or move whatsoever to cover herself, so neither had I. And though her eyes did indeed glance at me several times as we spoke, she made it very clear that she needed me to think about all that had happened, how I truly felt about everything, and that we would then talk again about it later.
"I'll help you finish up in your mom's bedroom," May told me then. "After that, I'll fix us a nice light Italian dinner, and we'll talk ... about whatever you'd like to talk about, or not ... if you'd rather just sit and relax," she added.
The rush was indeed ebbing now, reality once again taking control. It had been a sudden unexpected turn of events, and not one I would have expected, or certainly turned down either once it had happened. But I wasn't quite sure yet how I felt about it, or felt about pursuing something possibly even more intimate with May, which I realized had also been her very thoughts in shutting things down as quickly as she had after that.
"Sounds good," I said finally zipping myself up and then standing, as she did, though she had again allowed her breasts to remain exposed as she stood there.
"I'll clean up a little and meet you over there," she told me, only then giving me a quick brief hug before turning, and heading off down the hall towards her bedroom.
May joined me a while later, once again dressed, though I still took occasional glances at her chest having so recently seen and actually touching her boobs. We'd begun sorting out the clothes closets, placing things into piles, a few items that mom had specifically expressed she wanted to give to May if she wanted them, with most everything else being given to the women's shelter.
"So after that..."
May laughed interrupting me. "You really do want to hear all the juicy details don't you?" she stated. I winced at the word "juicy", but yes, admittedly I did. "Very well ... but like I told you Brad, some of it can get pretty explicit, so let me know if anything I tell you makes you feel uncomfortable ok?"
"Ok," I said easily, yet already excited to hear more.
"Well let's see, I guess it was several days, not as long as a week after the vibrator incident in my kitchen. As I'd half expected, your mother needed the time to digest what we'd done and experienced together, come to terms with it, which is what she always did, though each time in between got shorter and shorter, so that before long, she had just come to accept things for what they were, for what we were ... which was good friends who enjoyed making one another feel good, that ... and nothing more than that. We didn't consider ourselves as a couple, or obligated to one another in anyway, except as friends. And that's how we always looked at it after that. But ... I digress here," May said giving me another soft friendly smile.
I had just pulled off a hanger a pair of my mother's favorite comfy sweat pants that she loved lounging around the house in.
"Funny you should bring those out just now," May told me.
"Because that's what she was wearing the next time we did anything together. I had just finished baking some pies, so had called her, inviting her over for pie and coffee naturally."
"Naturally," I added as it seemed like everything seemed to happen over coffee and treats as it was starting to sound.
"Yes well, after she arrived, and while we were waiting for the pies to cool down a little, she brought up the subject as to why I still shaved myself, especially if I wasn't dating or seeing anyone. She just couldn't understand why I would do it, or continue to do it after that."
As May continued, I thought back myself, I had only seen mom naked perhaps once or twice when I was young, and as much as I did have an attraction towards the female breast, I honestly couldn't even remember what mom's had looked like, though I clearly remember seeing them. What I did remember however, and quite vividly, was the dark thick patch of pubic hair between her legs. For some reason, as I sat trying to picture my own mother naked, that was the image as I recalled which stood out inside my head.
"Apparently, ever since she'd grown pubic hair and had it, she'd never shaved it, though she confessed to trimming it all pretty close once for your father, though that's as far as she'd been willing to go with it, and only because he had asked her to at least do that much, so she had. But she'd never willingly shaved herself, had never seen herself any other way, but was once again curious as to why I had, and still kept it that way."
"Do you still?" I asked interrupting her, curious, to which she merely smiled nodding her head.
"Once again I told her how it personally made me feel more sensual, sexy ... even if no one else ever saw it, or knew. But I did ... and doing it for myself was enough that I decided to keep it that way. She didn't understand that at first, but we kept discussing it, even to the point that I also offered to let her watch as I 'groomed up' as I told her I needed to, which she said she'd actually like to see me do. Next thing, we're in the bathroom, I'm naked, soaping myself up, and then proceeded to shave myself, all the while positioned over a hand-held mirror, which I usually placed down on the toilet seat. Now she's telling me that she's never even looked at herself like that before, and wonders what she actually looks like! Can you imagine that Brad? Your mother had actually never really had a good look at her own pussy!"
There was a lot I couldn't imagine yes, and a lot I was still having trouble trying to imagine even being told about it, but that was an unexpected one, that mom had actually never had a really good look at her own cunt.
"Next thing I know, she's taking off her sweat pants, pretty soon she's straddling the toilet seat looking down at herself for the first time really, and then shocks me by saying, "No wonder! It's ugly!"
"What? No wonder what?" I asked having heard that.
"That's pretty much what I asked her too. I asked her, 'why on earth would you say something like that?' and she's going on how she thinks her pussy looks all nasty or some such, unlike mine she says as she looks at it again, closely this time, actually asking me if she can while she kneels down in front of me while I spread my own lips apart with my fingers for her so that she can. She tells me that mine is indeed beautiful, so pretty. To which I tell her, that so is hers, especially if she'd let me either trim her up, or actually shave it for her."
"Damn," I said simply, once again a vivid image being painted for me, though I did at least have a vague memory of it myself.
After assuring her for the hundredth time that she didn't have an ugly looking pussy at all, I finally got her to explain to me as to what she'd meant when she said 'no wonder'."
"And ... that's when she told me that your father had never once gone down on her in all the years they'd been married, and she'd always thought it was because of the way her pussy looked, and that he'd, being your father I mean, hadn't found it very attractive looking, certainly not attractive enough to do that for her, though she had certainly sucked him off a number of times."
"TMI," I thought to myself without saying it, but wanted her to continue on, so said nothing even if the thought of my own father's cock getting sucked off by my mother was also now part of several bizarre images I'd soon try and find a way of locking up once again.
"Anyway, I then told her to let me shave her, like me ... I mean after all, it can always grow back if she didn't like it, so she finally consented and told me to go ahead and do it. It took quite a while, and not that you're interested in all that either Brad, but truth was, I think just having the attention given her helped to arouse her during the process. And it can be something erotic, sensual, if you do it right, and the last thing I wanted for your mother was for it to be a bad experience. So I took my time, soothed her, pampered her, teased her a little yes, and of course joked with her, which never failed to ease her mind, or put her into a much more uninhibited state of mind. Eventually of course, we were finished, and she was as bare as the day she was born. She nervously looked at herself in the mirror of course, and then insisted that we compare ourselves side by side together so that she could see us both, which we did. And all of which was getting me aroused, as well as her, though neither one of us was actually trying to do that, it was just happening."
And I could admittedly see that, I could visualize the two of them, legs propped open, the mirror on the toilet seat with them looking down at themselves.
"And ... that's when she actually saw herself as not ugly at all, but indeed as something quite sexy, quite beautiful. You're mother had the pinkest fullest lips I had ever seen, and I held them for her to look at, which she did, and while doing so of course, I teased her a little, playing with them, and then actually exposed her clit, which had started to get rather aroused at this point, and something else she had never really gotten a good look at before, her own fucking clit for hells sakes!" May said sounding almost angry as she said it.
"Damn idiotic generation of ours," she said shaking her head from side to side, "sorry, didn't mean to come off sounding angry over it, still frustrates me when I realize looking back at it all now, the sensual woman your mother really was, always had been perhaps, only to have most of that all locked up inside her for years without having any idea what she'd been denying herself all that time."
"Go on ... continue," I told her then after she calmed down some.