How My Mother Discovered Sex

Richard was 78 years old the year he married my mother. She was 70. How sweet, we all thought. Companionship for one another. He was 90 years old when he died. He made those some of the best years of my mother's life.

During the time, he was sick. I spent many hours, keeping my mother company. One day trying to find something to talk about, I asked her what event, had most changed her life.

Here is her story!

First, she asked me if her talking about sex would bother me? I nodded no.

Believe me, she had my attention. My mother and sex were not things you thought about together.

She began, by stating that no matter what she might say now, she had loved my dad with all her heart. She continued, "In the fifty years we were married however, we never saw each other naked, and sex with him never took more than 15 minutes. That's the way he was, and that's the way it was."

"That's why my first time with Richard, changed my life so very much. Sometimes at 78, it isn't easy to make all the plumbing work.. Maybe that's how he learned, all he knew. I never asked. We just didn't talk about sex like you young people do today."

She closed her eyes and a small tear fell down her check, she wiped it off, before continuing her story.

"The first night we spent together, he sent me off for a bath with a present. While I was soaking, he gathered all the candles in the house and lit them, decorated my room with flowers, and sprayed the sheets and pillows with cologne. He also brought us a fine wine and two beautiful glasses. The good glasses I never found an occasion to use."

I interrupted to ask her about the present. She answered "It was a nightgown, so soft and silky, you could crush it into one hand. A deep emerald green with a low neckline and a slit up one side. Clingy in all the right places. It made me look like about 50 in the candlelight, and when he looked at me I felt about 20 again."

He came to me, and told me "I was beautiful, " and kissed me with such passion I believed him. He ran his hands up and down my sides and cupped my breasts and he took my breath away, with the feelings that swamped me. I was shaking almost as bad, as I am in the telling of it now.

Finally I managed to ask "Why the gown Richard?"

He answered me and I have never forgotten what he said that night, "two reasons my darling. One is you deserve the very best. " I asked him with a smile, "the other one my dear?"

"Why for the pleasure of removing it later, my sweet."

He then asked if I trusted him?

I nodded yes. He led me to the bed, and helped me get settled there. Then lying beside me kissed and caressed me until I was relaxed.

He removed the gown; I blushed and tried to cover up. He would not let me, but propped on his elbows looked me over. "Daughter, the look in his eyes every woman deserves to see at least once, I felt like a goddess, not a 70 year old woman."

He then took warm oil into his hands, and started to massage me all over. Kissing and licking me as he moved. It felt so good. I was swamped in sensations; I had never had before that night. I was breathless and my chest was tight, and my female organs tingled and were wet. I shivered as he caressed me.

He asked me if I trusted him again, and upon getting me to nod yes. He moved to the foot of the bed.

Now he started to lick and suck my feet. " Ever have your toes sucked daughter? I recommend it. It's a lovely feeling. " He licked and sucked and nibbled, his way up my legs making me almost crazy with longing for something to happen. Then he reached my female organs.

He asked" Do you know what this is my love?" I told him, "certainly it was my clitoris and vagina. " He said "no from now on it's your pussy, and a beautiful pussy it is and he licked it. " I blushed and tried to push him away. "Oh no, my love, I like the way you taste, and he did it again. The next time he grabbed my clit with his teeth, and worried it like a dog with a bone. I fell apart. I have never felt like that in my life Electric shocks and waves of joy coursed through me and when it would slow down he would do something else and I would be off again. It was like nothing in the world I could describe. I can only hope you have been there, "

I grinned, and she seemed happy. When I couldn't stand any more, he asked me to do the same to him. I told him I never had; he smiled and said he would show me. I never knew a man's penis, or cock as he called it, could have such soft skin, and yet be so hard, or have so many nerves to stimulate. Soon he was ready for the as he called the main attraction and so was I.

Another surprise awaited me. He pulled me to the end of the bed and bent me over on my tummy before I could ask him what he was doing, he was inside me, and I knew what he was up to. He told me to rub myself and I did and then he asked me, "how I liked his cock fucking me?" I had never in 70 years heard anyone talk that way. It made me shiver.

He laughed, "asking me, darling does my cock feeling good inside you. " I nodded my head. He said "no I want to hear you say it". I gulped and said "I like your fucking me. " You know what? I did. " He talked to me, and made me answer him, and rub myself all the time we were doing it. When I started to come again He did too, and time must have stood still for awhile, because we saw stars and could see us below on the bed as thought we had died. Then it was O. K. we were together again on the bed.

We made love; lots after that all the times were wonderful, but not any near as good, as that first time.

When I die daughter I know one thing, and her tinkling laugh rang out.

Now I can say "I know what the term your fucked really means."

I laughed, until I cried and then laughed some more.

That's the end of my mom's story

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Copyright 4/30/02. No reproduction without author's permission