Chapter 19

It was truly a learning experience for Abby. Throughout Colette’s career experience, her sexual acumen was vast. In the fast-living environment of the airline industry, she had shared bedrooms with numerous pilots and flight attendants. When she and the other girls were young and new in the business their low pay forced them to share hotel rooms when they were working their way up the pay scale. More than a few of these same-sex sleeping experiences led to experimentation.

Though Abby had been a sophomore in college when she spent that weekend with Gabbi Holman, her sorority sister, she chose not to pursue it further. Gabby was a lesbian and Abby didn’t want to be drawn into that direction. It was a learning experience though. She quickly got over the repugnance of putting her mouth on another female’s vagina but was initially repulsed by the idea of someone licking her anus. But as the hundreds of nerve endings in her “rosebud” were set on fire by Gabbi’s tongue she realized the benefit of the exercise. So, when Colette coaxed Abby to sit on the edge of the mattress and eased her legs open so she could plant her mouth on her vulva, Abby exulted in the knowledge of sex she had toyed with while at college.

Earlier in the day having been transported from fantasizing mother to an actor on the stage of incestual libidinosity her body had been so amplified by her son’s adept sexual performance that when Colette walked into the kitchen, she had to restrain herself from pouncing on her magnetic hostess from whom her son had learned to be such an accomplished lover, which satisfied her pent-up needs from the time she went into his bedroom with him.

When Colette told her she had seen the bag of panties that Abby had left on the table and heard her orgiastic shrieks coming from the bedroom, Abby went into a confused, self-righteous funk. Having surrendered so completely to her son’s scandalous seduction, she pictured him being instructed by the naked flight attendant in the extreme ways he had visited upon her. She imagined she was Colette slobbering over Arthur’s immense endowment and then being wedged open by him and reamed by him in wild penetrations. In a way it was as if she had been a spirit hovering over the stewardess and her son, watching their decadence. No longer in denial about it, she thought, I can’t believe this is happening to me.

As Colette’s mouth covered her guest’s sex and her tongue parted the convergence of her labia Abby felt her hostess’ marvelous lingua skating in her slippery groove. As she thought Arthur did this very thing just hours ago and it was so exciting, she realized how much more delicately knowledgeable she does it. And when Colette’s pinkie finger titillated her anus and then entered it, she experienced a surprise orgasm as she realized, She does it all so smoothly.

She recalled how sex had progressed with her husband Gary early in their marriage, both steeped in the excitement of experiencing sex together. She had read books and articles about the tendency of men to be unaware of how to excite the varied erogenous zones in women’s bodies and would have loved to have had a woman friend with whom she could talk confidentially about those things. Realizing that Arthur’s cunnilingual technique was lightyears ahead of Gary’s at this stage of their life. Gary accommodates me, she thought, while Arthur does such a complete and skillful job of it. “Oh SHIT,” she exclaimed at the feeling of Colette pushing back the sheath on her clitoris ... Amazing. Maybe if I had spent time with Arthur at a younger age teaching him about a woman’s body and female needs, he would be even better than what he showed me this morning. But I would have never done it. And here I am.

Colette’s middle finger slid inside Abby’s vagina, finger-fucking her pleasurably a few times before pressing hard about an inch on the other side of her pubis which made her shudder and feel a surge of ejaculate flooding her tunnel at the same time. Then she pulled her finger out, pressing where her pinkie had been tickling her anus, expanding the orifice, and rimming her ass. “OH,” she said in surprised pleasure realizing, she taught Arthur to do that too.

In the throes of her pleasure, any jealousy or resentment she might have felt about Colette eased into respect. Yes, I should have done this for Arthur. Then she felt Colette’s finger moving inside her ass on her pressing on her G-spot. Gary must learn how important these feelings are to me. I’ll teach these things to him.

Taking her mouth off Abby’s pussy Colette rose from her knees and sat beside her on the mattress and asked, “Have you ever thought you would be kissing the lips of a woman whose mouth was just on your pussy, Abby?”

Smelling the scent of her pussy exuding from Colette’s lips brought forth the memory of how wicked she felt the first time she did this with her sorority sister. As she said, “It’s heavenly, Colette.” She resolved to tell Colette about that experience and hoped that Colette would share some of her own experiences as well. But not now. She was establishing a deep sexual bond with her son and was also doing the same with his tutor. She hoped to broaden her experience with both without upsetting the balance of her marriage. Another idea flashed in her mind about the possibility of sharing such adventures with her husband Gary. I am kidding myself though. I don’t know if I will ever be able to share what I am experiencing here with him.

“What would you think about going down on me, sweetie,” Colette suddenly said.

As her stomach dropped Abby’s heart surged. “I ... I want to,” she said, lifting her bottom off the bed and then kneeling between Colette’s parted feet. Placing her hands upon Colette’s knees and opening them her eyes followed the smooth skin of her host’s perfect thighs to the cleft in her groin and marveled, there’s no hair!

Having noticed Abby’s look of surprise at her bare mound Colette smiled and said, “When one plays with young men, Abby, one must show them she is current. It’s a pain to keep it waxed and smooth but I’ve grown to like it. “ Abby couldn’t take her eyes away. She remembered looking that way until she was approaching puberty. Colette’s labia were as shapely and beautiful as she would have suspected.

“Just press on my lips sweetie and do what I did with yours.”

Abby remembered what Gabbi Holman had done and how she responded. She wondered what Colette would think of it if she knew about her college exploits. As she opened her mouth and adeptly covered Colette’s pussy she wondered if Colette might recognize an experienced mouth.

She didn’t know what time it was when she awoke but felt like she was floating on a cloud. She remembered thinking whenever she had heard of lesbians cohabitating or females involved in bisexual behavior, how perverted that is. But she now understood that with the right partner beautiful it could be delightfully beautiful. The feeling of Colette’s breasts on her back was a softness she never expected could be so comforting. Spooning, she thought, I’ve always loved doing it with Gary. What a difference there is between Colette’s soft female skin and his rough, hairy body.

When she awoke Colette was spooned into her back and knees, her soft right arm between her arm and body, her hand resting on her breast. She thought she was still asleep. But when Colette’s hand on her breast gave it a quick, gentle squeeze Abby jerked at the welcomed surprise and then heard Colette’s kittenish sigh as she said, “You’re a dream to be with his way, Abby. I hope I didn’t disturb your sleep.”

“I just woke up, Colette, and was thinking the same thing.” With a low chuckle, she went on, “Had anybody ever suggested that I would be doing this when I left to come here, I would have probably come unglued. I can see why Arthur is so enthralled with you.”

“As I am with him, Abby,” Colette said as she sensually caressed Abby’s breast. “We haven’t much time before Arthur gets back from Uni. I know he will want to spend time in bed with you before we go out this evening. Do you think you will need to shower before he gets here?”

“All of this happening to me is unfamiliar territory, Colette. It’s completely at odds with the way I have conducted myself all my life. But being with you this way is so heavenly that I want it to continue for at least while I am here. The Thanksgiving Dinner you promised to make for me and Arthur’s friends?”

“Yes,” Colette said, “I need to talk with you about that. I know nothing of how to do it and need your input about how I should go about it.”

Abby laughed. “That’s just it. I’m here to escape the intensity of Thanksgiving Dinner. Frankly, I’m wild not having to do it. If you were to do it, I would need to give you more help than I would care to. To be honest, Colette, since you called me, I have been fantasizing about knowing my son sexually. Franky, I was fearful that my jealousy and resentment of you spending so much time with him might get in the way of my being comfortable here. To my surprise and delight, last night was something I could only have dreamed about. You made it possible, Colette, and allowed it to happen. Thank you for that and this gift as well. Heh, heh, heh, I can’t imagine what they would think of me at church.” Reaching behind her, Abby’s hand found the parting of Colette’s legs, her fingers skating in the slippery groove. “And this, I can’t believe how delicious it is ... not just your pussy but the whole adventure of our naked bodies together like this. Can we just forget about Thanksgiving and fuck our brains out?”

“Oh Abby,” Colette said, “This just proves how right I was to sit beside Arthur when I got on the plane that evening. We’ll just have to figure out how we are going to spend our time together over the next week. I must do a turnaround tonight, which will give you and Arthur some serious time alone together. I’m off on Wednesday. Thursday, your Thanksgiving, is the slowest flying day of the year so I’ll have no problem getting a sub for me. So, on Wednesday will drive out to my cottage in the Cotswolds and we’ll spend a couple of days in the village. You’ll love it there.”

“That makes me feel so much better Colette. Now that my hang-ups about you have been resolved I think you should get some of the sleep we robbed you of last night. I’ll just go into the other room and wait in bed for Arthur the way I am.”

“No shower?”

“Nope. I won’t say anything about what you and I have done. But I want him to smell you on me.” She looked at Colette with a twisted smile. “You must think that is creepy.”’

“Not by my standards, Abby,” Colette said with a wry chuckle. While getting out of bed she added, “Believe me though, your wunderkind will figure it out. Tata love and enjoy yourself.”

When Arthur came into the flat, he was surprised that no one was there to greet him. Quietly opening the guest bedroom door, he saw his mother lying on her side sleeping peacefully.

Good, she needs the sleep, she’ll be wired tonight with the time change. Stealing to Colette’s bedroom door he opened it and peeked in. And she’ll be flying early in the morning. But they’ll both enjoy being with the lads at Spike’s tonight. “Whew,” he suddenly realized the scent of sex. Jesus, he thought could that be from Colette, and ... NO WAY.

In the kitchen, he smoothed peanut butter on a slice of bread and poured himself a glass of milk. As he ate his snack he thought of last night with his mother and shook his head while thinking, I’m either the smartest son in the world or the luckiest. Remembering how persistent he had been when he perpetually left his bedroom door ajar in hopes that his mother might see him masturbating when he first started getting erections. He knew his endowment was greater than his peers and thought it would surprise his mother if she could see him with an erection ... and he knew each time she did, peeking through the crack in the door. He always knew when she was there and hoped she would come into his room and ... maybe do something. Then there was the panties gig where he ejaculated in a pair of her panties, and she found them on top of the dirty clothes. After that, he kept looking for his mother’s panties mixed with his clean underwear until a pair showed up that she had purposely rubbed in her vagina. Like a game of cat and mouse, there was no mistaking either one’s interest in at least catering to their peculiar sexual curiosities.

He wasn’t surprised that his thoughts gave him a hard-on so quickly. Maybe if I get in bed beside her she will wake up and we can take up where we left off this morning. God, I wonder if any of my friends have made it with their mothers. Completely naked, he stealthily slid into bed beside the warm body of his sleeping mother. With his head on the pillow facing hers he scanned her face with loving eyes and saw how relaxed she was in her shallow breathing. Through her upside nostril, he could see the sunlight glowing red, making the nostril less shadowed and exposing the hairs in her nose. Her lips at rest hinted at her perpetual smile while awake.