Chapter 3: Donny's Lessons from mom

Ever since he had returned from the farm, Donny had watched his mother for signs of sexuality. Until that point, Donny hadn't even thought about her having a sex life. She was simply his mother, a person who was always there. As far as he had been concerned, she might as well have been asexual. Of course, he knew that she and his father must have engaged in sex to conceive him, but beyond that he hadn't thought about it. That his mother might have a sex life, that she might, in fact, be having a sexual relationship with some man even that point, was now very much of interest to him.

Heretofore, Donny hadn't paid much attention to how his mother looked. Now, though, he did. He realized that she was very pretty and that she had a voluptuous figure. He started paying attention to how she dressed, whether her clothes showed her figure, whether her skirt was short enough for him to catch a glimpse of her thigh, whether her blouse was low-cut enough for him to see down and get a view of those well-shaped breasts that filled her tops so well. Donny thought that her body was made for loving, and he longed to be the one who provided it. If she would make love to her brother, maybe she would extend the same favors to her son.

Now that Donny had developed more interest in his mother, he found that she was more caring for him. She seemed to be more solicitous of his needs and to ask his opinions more often than she had. It seemed that she was seeing him in a different light that she had before. Maybe she realized that he was getting older, that he wasn't a kid any longer, that he was becoming a mature young man rather than just a boy. Maybe it was the realization that now that he was no longer a virgin, he and she had much more in common. Whatever it was, Donny liked it.

With school out, Donny had the house all to himself during the day. His mom fixed lunch for him before she went to work and got home in time to fix them dinner. In between, Donny watched TV, went to movies, and read a lot. Another thing he did was to explore the house for evidence that his mother might be engaging in sexual activities. Now that he saw his mother as a sexually attractive woman, he wanted to see if she had anything in the house that might show she was currently sexually active.

The first thing he did, of course, was go through her lingerie drawers. There he found all sort of wispy underthings--high cut panties, teddies, and even a small, frilly G-string. He didn't recognize the G-string for what it was at first, but then he remembered seeing one on a mannikin in the window of Fredericks of Hollywood. In his mind's eye, he could picture his mother dressed in that G-string, standing before him, revealing her feminine charms. Seeing that small patch of fabric and knowing that it had been next to her secret sexual places, aroused him immensely. As he handled the G-string, his cock grew and filled his pants, swelling out their entire front. The G-string was so sexually provocative he couldn't resist dropping his pants and wrapping his cock in its soft fabric. It felt so good that he stroked it up and down his rigid staff, pulling the foreskin back and forth. Waves of pleasure flowed over him, and he increased the tempo of the stroking. As he did, the picture of his mom, nude except for that G-string, etched into his mind. The fabric was so thin that her dark pubic hair showed through and her feminine cleft was clearly visible. The twin peaks of her breasts stood proudly, each one tipped with a crinkly ring of brownish flesh centered with a firm, erect nipple. That mental image coupled with the pleasurable feelings of silken fabric stroking up and down his swollen penis soon had him spurting huge jets of white, thick sperm. They flowed into the silken fabric and completely soaked it. After the pleasure had faded, Donny wadded the G-string and put it back into the drawer, hiding it under the other panties.

Encouraged by the discovery of sexy undergarments, Donny continued his search for evidence that his mother might have a secret sexual life. It didn't take much more searching to strike gold. Hidden away in a box at the very back of one of her dresser drawers, Donny found a vibrator. Not a vibrator like one might use to massage sore back muscles, but a special kind--one shaped just like a penis. Donny pushed the button on its base and it hummed and vibrated in his hand. He wrapped his hand around it and imagined that the vibrator was buried in his mom's vagina. He could see her sprawled in her bed, legs up in the air and wide-spread, thrusting that vibrator in and out of the wetness between her thighs. Despite his having just come into the G-string, Donny grew aroused at the image and his cock once again grew rigid. He rubbed the vibrator up and down the length of his shaft, maintaining long contact with the sensitive area just under its head. His cock jerked in response to the pleasurable vibrations and soon his masculine fountain was erupting its ecstatic flow, shooting out on the floor and spattering the carpet. Donny put the vibrator away and cleaned up his mess. He didn't know how his mom might react to finding splotches of what was obviously come on the carpet of her bedroom. Besides, it was almost time for her to get home and he wanted to be sure all evidence of his explorations were removed.

That evening, after he and his mom had dinner, she complained of her feet hurting. She relaxed in a chair and lifted a hose-covered foot and massaged it. With the leg lifted like that, Donny could see half way up her thigh. Even though the leg was covered in panty hose, Donny could tell that it was a very shapely thigh, smooth and firm. Wanting to get closer so that he could see more, maybe even see all the way up to the spot he had already pictured in his mind, Donny asked if she would like for him to massage her feet. She smiled and responded, "Oh, Baby, would you? It would feel so much nicer for someone else to do it. Wait just a second, though. Let me get rid of these panty hose so that they won't be in the way."

Donny's mother left the room for a few minutes and then came back in and sat in the recliner. Donny could see her feet were bare and that she had removed her hose. She leaned back in the recliner and laid it all the way back so that she was almost flat on her back. As she did so, she moved her feet in little circles, inviting Donny to start his massage. As she lay her head back and closed her eyes, she said, "Oh thank you, sweetheart. It's so nice of you to do this for me."

Donny sat down at the foot of the recliner and took one of her feet into his hands. As he kneaded and massaged it, his mom sighed and relaxed even more. Donny realized from the way his mother had relaxed, with her legs apart and slightly elevated by the recliner, that if he lowered his head a little he could see up her dress. It was already pulled up to above her knees, and if Donny lifted her feet while rubbing them, he might be able to get the skirt even higher. Then all he would have to do is take a peek.

Donny's mother must have been really relaxed, because she lifted the leg he wasn't working on and bent it at the knee. As she did, her skirt fell away and revealed even more of her legs. With her in that position, Donny was presented with an unobstructed view of almost all her legs, including the creamy white skin of her inner thighs. Seeing her legs in almost their entirety, Donny was pleased that they were just as he had imagined they would be--shapely, firm, and above all else, sexy. His cock slowly swelled and stiffened in reaction to the sight. Touching her warm skin like he was made it even better for him. As he rubbed her feet, he imagined that it was her soft, inner-thigh skin that his hands and fingers were massaging.

Although he was seeing some of the parts of his mother than he had been dreaming of seeing, he realized that there might be more available for viewing. If he ducked his head just an inch, he could see up the few remaining inches of skirt that still covered her upper thighs. If he were lucky, he might be able to see some of those panties he had explored in her lingerie drawer. "Oh, God," Donny thought, "she might even have on a G-string!"

Seeing that his mother still had her eyes closed, Donny lowered his head so that he could see her panties, see where they covered her pussy. When he did so, all he saw was darkness. When he looked closer, though, he realized that what he saw wasn't darkness, it was hair. There weren't any panties to see--only pussy. Donny almost gasped, and then thought, "She didn't put anything on when she took off her pantie hose. There's nothing covering her pussy, and I'm getting to look at it."

And look he did, being careful to keep up the pace of rubbing so his mother wouldn't open her eyes to find out what was different. Donny could see that her sex had a covering of fine, dark hair. Where Sue's pubic hair had been stiff and kinky, his mother's lay flat against her skin, molding to the contours of her pubis, giving it a greyish-flesh color. The contours that he saw included the furrow that divided her legs with its cleft of Venus. The crease was slightly pouted open and showed a hint of moist flesh just a little deeper. Donny pulled her leg a little to the side and the channel gaped open even more, the labial lips clearly showing as they spread apart. Her womanly furrow was now even more evident, and Donny could see down into its depths, down deep between her legs to where the entrance of her most secret part was.

At this time, Donny's mother lowered the leg she had lifted and moved her foot toward him. She said, "You did that so nice. Now do this one, please." As she said this, she lifted the leg Donny had just worked on even higher than the one before. This caused even the little bit of skirt that had been on her thigh to fall away, all the way down to her waist. She way she was now reclining, Donny was exposed to a complete view of all the area between her legs. He gazed in rapture at her pussy and ass. As far as he was concerned, they were the most perfect he had ever seen, better even than Sue's.

Donny would have stayed there and rubbed her feet until his arms fell off for the opportunity to keep looking at what his mother was displaying to him. Finally, though, she stirred and opened her eyes. "Oh, Darling, thank you. You have no idea how much better that made me feel." She rocked forward on the recliner causing it to come forward. As she did, her skirt fell down a little ways and covered the top quarter of her thighs. She looked down at herself and said, "Oops, excuse me. I didn't realize so much of me showed. I'm sorry, Baby, I probably embarrassed you."

Donny wasn't embarrassed. He was just maddeningly horny. The front of his trousers were bulged out and even had a small damp spot where pre-come had leaked out of his rigid, throbbing cock. He tried to stoop over as he stood up so that his mother wouldn't see his condition, but he knew it was to no avail. He could see her glance at the evidence of arousal, but she didn't stare, and most important of all, she didn't comment about it. Donny immediately went to the bathroom and jerked himself off, his mind full of the wet, gaping pussy he had just seen. While he was doing this he heard a soft humming sound. He couldn't tell for sure, but he thought it sounded a lot like the vibrator he had found in his mother's drawer.

The next day, elated by what he had already discovered, Donny continued the exploration of his mother's belongings. Having already searched her dresser, he now concentrated his attention on her closet. It held some suitcases and several cardboard boxes were stacked on its shelves--maybe they contained some more items his mother might use in a secret sex life.

He checked the suitcases first and found them all to be empty. Pulling up a chair, he took down the boxes from the shelf and spread them on the bed. The first box held only old costume jewelry. "Mom always has been a pack rat," Donny thought. The next box, though, was a little more interesting. It was full of old, loose photographs. There were pictures of Grandpa and Grandma before she died, some of Mom and Dad before they got divorced, and some of her brothers and sisters--Ned, Will, and Sue. Donny hadn't seen Uncle Ned or Uncle Will in years. They had moved out to the West Coast and never came back to the home place. Sue was the only one, other than Mom, who had remained in the area.

The next picture was very interesting to Donny. It was a picture of the whole family--Mom, Uncle Ned, Uncle Will, Aunt Sue, and Grandpa and Grandma. It had been taken down at the swimming hole on Grandpa's farm, and it must have been taken during the time the kids skinnydipped because all the kids were naked as jaybirds. It must have been taken a long time ago, because Uncle Ned, the oldest of the kids, didn't look to be over twelve years of age. Mom was just a year younger, but she was showing more signs of physical maturity than any of the others. Her breasts were beginning to bud out and there was evidence of a slight dusting of pubic hair across her Mount of Venus. Donny thought, "God, but she was pretty. Even back then when she was just a kid, Mom was sexy looking. No wonder Uncle Ned got the hots for her. What I wouldn't give to have been in his shoes." Seeing that picture and thinking those thoughts brought Donny's cock to full erection.

Even though the box of pictures had been especially interesting to Donny, the last box proved to be a treasure trove. Inside, Donny found a collection of small magazines. If his cock had not already been hard, the titles of the magazines would have immediately brought it to full attention. Printed on the covers of the magazines were such provocative titles as "Taboo Relations," "Letters from Loving Family Members," "Family Lovers," and "Siblings in Love." There must have been two dozen of the magazines, all dog-eared from having been read over and over again.

Donny thumbed through the magazines and found story after story about family loving and letters describing sexual relations between close relatives--page after page detailing incestuous love affairs. One of the magazines opened up to a story of a young brother and sister who discovered the thrill of sexual relations with each other, who received from each other the gift of virginity lovingly surrendered. The pages of this story were well-worn and Donny could tell it had been read many times. He pictured his mother reading the story and reliving the time that she and her brother had been teenage lovers.

Another story was about an aunt and her nephew. The story was so similar to the experiences he and Sue had had that it sent cold shivers up his spine. The story that really got Donny's attention, though, was titled, "Teaching Sonny About Love." The first page of the story was turned down and the magazine had been handled so much that it was almost falling apart. Donny knew from its appearance that his mother must have read the story often. As he read the story, his face became flushed and he started breathing faster. In the story, a lonely divorced mother turned to her teenage son in desperation for love. She taught him how to perform all the various acts of love and turned him into an accomplished lover. How they performed them together was described in thrilling paragraph after paragraph.