Mum's Loving Handjobs

"Of course mum," I answered.

And so this phase of my life continued, with my mother giving me massages and handjobs, and I discovered that I had not yet experienced the full range of her skills when one day her oily finger slid into the entrance to my anus. I thought I had experienced every sexual sensation possible: but this was completely off the scale. "My goodness you like that don't you?" my mother had said – before working her finger around inside my anus, sliding it in to the hilt then tossing me off with it still inside, bringing me to a screaming, back-arching orgasm. From that time on every massage included my mother fingering my anus, giving me sensations I simply cannot convey to anyone who has not had an oily, loving finger inside their anus.

My mother never seemed to mind giving me pleasure, often telling me that she enjoyed it, that it gave her pleasure to give me pleasure; and mum's loving handjobs became a natural and regular part of my existence.

Then, about nine months after it had all begun, a change came in my life. At the start of the second year, just after the long summer break, I met Alice again, and she told me she had split up with her boyfriend.

"So if you'd still like to go out with me," she told me, "I'm available."

So we began to go out, and soon became lovers. I took her home to meet my mother, who liked her and made her feel welcome and without either my mother or I having to say anything, the handjobs came to a natural end.

That was three years ago. Alice and I are still lovers, and have set up home together. Our sex life is good and we are both happy. My mother, too, has finally found a new man, and she, too, seems to be happy.

But for all that Alice and I have great sex together, there are times when I think back to those days when I was alone, and long to experience once again one of mum's unique and loving handjobs.