Love, Lust & Affairs

Secrets

by Many Feathers

59 min read

May 03, 2026

I never imagined my mother's life held such profound secrets, things that only surfaced after her passing, unraveling the woman I thought I knew so well. Sorting through her belongings with her closest friend May, I stumbled upon intimate discoveries that challenged every assumption, igniting a journey of revelation and unexpected connection. What started as grief evolved into an awakening, forcing me to confront desires and truths long buried, leaving me wondering what other layers of her—and my own—existence remained hidden.

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?"

"What?"

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?"

"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 choose 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 than 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.

"Which was?"

"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, nada...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 buttons 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 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.

"Why?"

"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?"

"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?"

"And...that's when she actually saw herself as not ugly at all, but indeed as something quite sexy, quite beautiful. Your 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 hell's sakes!" May said sounding almost angry as she said it.

"May?"

"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.

"Sorry, didn't mean for that to come out the way it sounded, I just remember looking back at the surprise on her face at really seeing herself for the first time as I sat there on the toilet seat holding her pussy lips apart with my fingers so she could hold the mirror and actually look at herself, especially her clit, which I had now fully exposed so she could see that, and felt her jump when I touched it, though she giggled when I did. So I touched it again, and she giggled again, happily, which is when...I kissed her there, and then kissed her again, and then placed my lips fully around her clit and sucked it for the very first time."

"Holy...shit!" I said seeing that easily even with my eyes wide open. "And that literally was then, the first time for her."

"According to what she told me, yes. No one ever had, before I did. Just hearing her moan, that soft little gentle cry of hers as she did, as she then placed her hands on my head, holding me in place, so I began to lick her, seriously now, trying...wanting to pleasure her as no one ever had, and sorry Brad, not to belittle your own father here because your mom really did love the man, but the fact that she'd openly admitted to getting him off that way, and even enjoying it when she did, told me a lot about her, but it told me a lot about him too, especially as he never once did that for her."

"No reason to apologize," I told her. "I never knew that of course, though admittedly I haven't exactly sat around thinking about it either, until now at least. And now that I do know...I'm actually very happy that you did that for her."

"Well then, you should find this interesting too, after I had actually given her, her first ever clitoral climax orally, she wanted to reciprocate, and even though I told her it wasn't expected or necessary, and that hadn't been the reason I had done it, she said she knew that, and she wasn't doing it for that reason herself either, only that she wanted to, wanted to see what it felt like doing it, and especially...as she wanted me to do it to her again too!"

"Fuck!"

"I know...tell me about it," May grinned and then I noticed she actually had one of her hands down between her legs, rubbing herself through the shorts she was wearing. "Still gets me hot thinking about it."

"I can see that," I said easily, not at all embarrassed about pointing it out to her now either, which is when she also looked at me, pointedly direct and saw the obvious bulge in my own pants as well.

"You thought at all about what we did a while ago?" she asked me. "Having any thoughts or concerns about the fact that we did?"

"No," I said simply. "Didn't then, certainly don't now either."

"Just don't want you thinking like you owe me anything, or that I'm some sort of special charity."

"May, stop it! I would never, ever think that for one thing. But for another, you're the one who's opened my eyes to a few things, most of which was that my own mother was indeed a sensual human being, thanks to you. And that if it hadn't been for you being a sensual sexy woman yourself, my mother might never have known, or experienced the pleasures that she obviously did experience with you."

May was blushing, though she stood, once again removing the fresh blouse and bra she had on. But this time, she didn't stop there, continuing on as she quickly removed the shorts she'd been wearing along with a small thong, which surprised me a little that she would actually be wearing one. She must have seen the look on my face.

"Just because I've turned sixty, doesn't mean I don't feel like being sexy," she told me.

"You do!" I told her honestly meaning it, once again catching a return smile as she now stood before me entirely naked, and just as she'd also told me, completely hairless!

"You're grinning," she said looking at me as I stood there looking at her.

"I am," I admitted. "Was just thinking, even Carol never completely shaved herself. She always insisted on having a small thin patch of pubic hair, never did understand that really, always referred to it as her Velcro strip. Don't think she appreciated me much, calling it that, but that's what it reminded me of. Even asked her several times to shave it off completely for me, but she never would. Never thought I'd actually see a bare pussy either."

"Well, you certainly have now haven't you?" May said. "And feel free to look more closely at it if you'd like to," she added. "But...only if you get naked too, so I can have a better look at you as well."

I don't think I've ever gotten undressed as fast as I did then. In seconds it seemed like I was just as naked, my hard firm erection bobbing up and down with anticipation, which she seemed very impressed by, almost immediately pushing me down onto the bed, where we both quickly got into a head-to-toe positioning, though neither one of us immediately doing what seemed most natural to do under the circumstances. I seriously wanted to look, and explore her with my eyes and fingers first, and did so, just as she likewise began doing to me as we lay on the bed together, getting very intimately acquainted with one another in the process.

May had, as I realized, a fairly large clit. Bigger than most I had ever seen, which I was suddenly a great deal fascinated with while looking at it, touching it lightly with my finger, especially hearing her moan as I did so. She was also well lubricated, allowing me to easily access her almost pearly-like juice, taking a dab of that with my fingers by merely running it down the glistening split of her sex, and then applying it to the surface of her hard shiny little, or rather not so little clit, caressing it with her own juice, teasing it as I played with it, again fascinated in doing so, and pleasured in hearing it in her soft mewls and moans as I did so.

Likewise, May was doing the same to me too. Squeezing my shaft, milking out a droplet of my own pre-lubrication, then taking it, using it to smear about the head of my engorged cock, the slipperiness of which added to the incredible sensations she was giving to me as she playfully explored my cock, my shaft as well as my balls, looking at me with her hands as well as her eyes just as I was doing to her, doing...until I couldn't stand it anymore and then wanted more than anything, to taste her and have her in my mouth, which I then did.

"Oh, fuck yes Brad!" May cried out the moment my tongue began lapping at that hard clit of hers, which I actually held between two fingers for a moment, licking at her tiny little erection, sucking it gingerly between my lips, alternating back and forth between doing that, and flicking it softly, yet rapidly with my tongue. I then felt May's mouth engulf me, her sweet lips suddenly sucking the supersensitive head of my prick, causing me to gasp loudly, releasing her for the moment.

"Been a while for both of us I think," she said giggling, and then went back to pleasuring my cock with her mouth, just as I began doing to her sweet lips with mine.

Neither one of us was in any kind of a hurry, nor was there any reason to be either. I marveled at the pinkness of her lips, the hardness of her clitoris, the volume of female nectar that ran down her slit, soaking the sheets. I explored her in ways I had never been permitted, nor had explored anyone, taking my time, being silly about it perhaps at times, almost like a kid again on Christmas, that same sense of awe and wonder as I probed her, licked her, sucked her, finger-fucked her, and played in her heavenly passage.

Just as she did with me.

I lost track of time and sense, the pleasure exquisitely sweet, and even when she pushed me over onto my back, climbing up on top of me so that she could lower herself over me, there was no rush about that either, the gentleness of her mounting me, the slickness of her passage as she slowly lowered herself down, easing herself on me, and then sitting there unmoving atop me, with me buried as deeply inside her as I could be. Just marveling at the sensations, taking note of them, and then kissing, kissing passionately for the very first time.

"I don't think...I'm gonna last all that long," I told her in clipped speech, trying to be honest about it, yet feeling somewhat foolish and self-conscious about it as I said that.

"Neither am I," she said sweetly, and then began fucking me into oblivion.

We had of course done it again, taking our time, slowly and sensually as May rode my cock, the feel of her slick pussy stroking my cock even better than it had been the first time. Lying there, playing with her full breasts was heavenly, especially as she neared orgasm. I was pulling on those incredible nipples, just as she'd asked me to do when I felt a surge of additional warm moisture suddenly begin bathing my cock as her climax began.

"Pinch them Brad! Pinch them!" she screamed out in delight.

I was indeed literally pinching them as hard as I could, both nipples sandwiched between my fingers, pinching, pulling as she wildly fucked herself against me. I had managed to maintain a much better control now myself, though my own orgasm was nearing as well. Knowing that I hadn't yet however, May extricated herself from me and immediately slid down, her mouth soon capturing my cock where she began lavishing it with kisses, tongue tickles and head sucks.

"Fuck that's nice!" I moaned pleasurably. It had been far too long since I had felt that as it was, but May seemed to know a few tricks I had never felt before, and proceeded to show me all of them as she worshipped my cock in ways I didn't even know existed.

"Give it to me," she moaned her mouth full my cock. Just hearing her words caused the inevitable explosion to come, my spunk suddenly rushing up the length of my shaft, feeling it as it burst from the head of my prick where May greedily welcomed the sudden splurge, gulping, capturing, and swallowing as quickly as she could before I choked her with the force and volume of my climax.

We collapsed then, sleeping for a time together just as we lay, until hours later I felt the tender touch of her hands and mouth once again waking me up. It was morning. I was surprised we had slept the night together as we had. The sex between us had been both tender and furious, alternating at times between the two. As I lay there still smelling the funky sex smells that covered us, I grinned inwardly at the sensuality of this incredible woman, already feeling my cock stir in appreciation of that.

"Good morning," she said sitting up. "Hungry?"

"For you," I said reaching out towards her, but she darted out of the way laughing as she did.

"Later," she told me easily. "At the moment, I need to pee, and then coffee and something to eat," she added. Suddenly I had to pee as well and followed her down the hall to the bathroom intending to wait outside. To my surprise, May had sat down, leaving the door open as I stood there watching her.

"You need to go too huh?"

I nodded my head, content to wait, but enjoying her uninhibited display as I heard the beginning trickle as she began to pee.

"Come here," she told me.

I walked over, thinking it was her intent to fondle me as she sat there, but the urge to go myself had intensified as I heard her relieving herself. To my surprise, she spread her legs even more widely, looking down, I could see the stream of her urine splashing into the water of the toilet bowl. May did indeed grasp my cock, but not to play with it, she held it, aiming it down between her legs instead.

"Go ahead," she told me grinning. "Been a while since I've done this," she continued smiling. "I want to watch."

I stood watching my own urine intermingling with hers, finding it weirdly erotic that we could stand and sit there doing this together. But in doing so, May showed me a playful almost childlike curiosity that I found intriguing as well as extremely sexy. We soon showered, though it was a quick one, May dashing out heading down stairs to start the coffee long before I was done washing myself, though she had purposely left me standing there with a full erection once again having soaped it to fullness, then again playfully leaving me to stand there as she got out.

"See you downstairs," she said grinning at me. "Food then fuck," she said simply, and disappeared.

She had already poured the coffee by the time I had joined her, wearing only a bathrobe which she had provided for me, she stood in one as well, though it remained open, periodically teasing me with a glimpse of her breasts as she busily scrambled up some eggs and bacon, the smells now alerting me to just how hungry I truly was.

"Damn that smells good," I told her.

"Yeah, it does," she agreed. "Really worked up an appetite last night didn't we?"

"Yeah, two kinds of appetites I told her,, and though my cock wasn't fully erect now, it still wasn't fully flaccid either as I sat there watching her dishing out the eggs onto our plates, one of her lovely breasts again playing peek-a-boob with me as she scraped out the last equal portions, refreshed our coffee and then sat down across from me winking at me as she did.

"Eat up, you're going to need your strength today," she said seriously.

We sat conversing after that, getting to know one another even better than we already did. May told me a little more about her own life, and then sharing with me some of the goofy fun times she and my mother had shared and enjoyed together. As she did however, I couldn't help but see the two of them together, making love, fooling around, which brought to mind the double dildo I had also discovered as we'd cleaned out her dresser drawers.

"Tell me about the double dildo," I asked, May. "I just can't imagine mom using one of those," I said, honestly. "Though I'm obviously beginning to realize there was a whole other side of her that I never knew existed."

"To some extent, I don't think she knew it did either Brad," May began as she cleared away the breakfast dishes, once again taking a seat across from me as we started on our third cup of coffee together. "But what I began to truly appreciate about your mother was her ability to explore, allow herself to discover who she was, even at this stage in her own life. She wasn't so dead-set in her ways that she wasn't willing to try or do anything, which brought about our going to the porn shop where we purchased that double dildo together."

"Mom went into a porn store?" I said in surprise. "No way!"

May laughed remembering. "Yeah, that surprised me a little too, considering how she'd been embarrassed just looking through the naughty toy catalog we had ordered our vibrators from, and here she was now, actually excited and enthusiastic about actually going inside the store for a look around. It told me how far she had come in gaining confidence about herself, her open-mindedness, and willingness to explore her own sexuality."

I sat back digesting what May was sharing with me, once again feeling my erection growing as she continued on with the story, though the occasional glimpses of her breasts peeking through the opening of her bathrobe may have had something to do with that as she spoke.

"Now remember Brad, though we obviously were enjoying one another as women, and certainly were, your mother still missed, still desired, and still wanted to feel and experience the sensation of being 'fucked' as she put it,."

"Mom said fuck?" I asked. Once again making May burst out laughing.

"Oh yes, and she said it a lot too, especially when we were" May told me.

I couldn't remember a single time being around her that I had ever heard her speak the word, even my dad had only said it once or twice when he was really angry, but even then, never in front of mom.

"Anyway, as much as she liked...hell, loved everything we did and experienced together, she still enjoyed the sensation of being fucked, especially doggy-style."

Once again, May had painted this image that was a little weird for me to picture in my mind, mom on all fours, her breasts swinging to and fro as May fucked her from behind, which is the mental movie that was playing inside my head now as she continued.

"We had gone into the store with the specific intention of finding something we could get to emulate that. I had already suggested the possible purchase of a strap-on for our mutual use, which we also got, and which I obviously still have, but it was your mother who found the double-dildo you found, which we also purchased as she was very curious, and honestly excited to see what it would feel and be like, for the two of us to be fucking one another simultaneously. As it turned out, we tended to use that more than the other one, especially as we could very easily use it in several positions, allowing us both the freedom to move far more easily, and naturally with it rather than the other. And as uninhibited as your mom gradually became, she still had a few minor insecurities, and for whatever reason, my wearing the strap-on, which she never did. It, for whatever reason, made her feel more like she was trying to be a lesbian, or pretending to be one, and like I already told you, she didn't see herself that way, even though we basically were living together and loving together as two women who were... would do."

"So it was actually mom's idea to get it then?"

"Yeah, much to my surprise...and delight," May grinned thinking back. "Like I said, we used that one a lot, and yes...I remember her telling me to 'fuck' her with it, especially when she was as aroused as she would often get whenever we took it out to play with."

"Damn...mom said fuck," I said still not fully comprehending the fact that she had, or trying to envision her kneeling down while she and May coupled together with the erotic naughty looking toy connecting the two of them together.

"Yeah...she did," May sighed affectionately. "God your mother was an erotic sensual woman, I really miss her," May said as her eyes filled remembering.

"I'm beginning to realize that," I stated feeling my own begin watering as well.

"And that reminds me," May said. "Something else I should probably give you, though I'm not sure if you'll be too comfortable with it, but you can then do with whatever you'd like to with them."

"Them? Them what?"

"Maybe I should show you, and then you can decide for yourself," May said standing, and then hurried out of the kitchen back towards her bedroom, returning a few moments later. When she did, she handed me a manila envelope. "Here, there's some photos inside that we took, under the circumstances, I don't feel comfortable having them, and was wondering what I should do with them. I considered burning them, and not even telling you about them, but then I realized, as naughty as they obviously are, they are of your mother, and that you should be the one to decide whether you wanted to keep them or not," she said, handing me the envelope.

"Oh my God! You and mom took dirty pictures together too?"

"A few...yes," May told me. "And that wasn't my idea either!" May added grinning at me.

Once again, I wasn't exactly sure how I felt about this, or if I should even be looking at them, but curiosity got the better of me, so I undid the clasp and peeked inside the envelope briefly, the top photo, surprisingly in black and white catching my eye.

"Yeah...she didn't like color photos," May told me. "She thought the black and white ones were far more erotic and sensual. See for yourself Brad, don't be too freaked out by them, they really are quite remarkable."

I poured the contents of the envelope out onto the kitchen table. May was right, the photos were provocative as well as highly erotic and sensual in nature. And even though they were for the most part all mom, even those showing the two of them together were more erotic and sensual as opposed to being considered pornographic in nature.

"Wow, these really are incredible!" I stated glancing through them. And oddly enough, I didn't see mom as mom in any of them really, but as an attractive woman who wasn't afraid to display her sensuality or playfulness that clearly showed through in the photos.

For the most part, they looked like photos you would see of pin-up models in the fifties, a hand or arm demurely positioned here or there, just enough to give hint at her obvious nudity, yet tastefully done. I could even see myself blowing up one or two of them, framing them and hanging them on the wall they were so artfully done. And yes, there were others as well, certainly a bit more naughty in nature, most of those showing May and mom together, though even these couldn't be considered vulgar by any means, though I might not necessarily be of a mind to blow them up and frame them, though May might.

"They're beautiful!" I exclaimed after having sorted through them.

"She was," May stated as she had stood looking over my shoulder at them now with me. I felt the soft brush of her bare breast against my neck as she leaned over, pulling one in particular out to show and share with me again. "And I remember this one specifically," May said. It showed mom, just the tip of her tongue barely even touching May's hard extended nipple. May's head was tilted back, her own mouth slightly open in what looked like a pleasured moan caught on camera. Her hand resting against the back of mom's head, fingers entwined in her thick head of hair, another hand gently cupping one of May's sculptured breasts.

"God, that's gorgeous," I said looking at it. "How in the world did you manage to time it to take one like that anyway?"

"We didn't," May said smiling knowingly at me. "Neither one of us was very good at capturing images on film, so had someone else do it for us," she stated once again surprising me.

"You mean...someone else took these for you and mom?"

"Yep, a good friend of mine," May told me. "Someone that was a good friend to us both after a time," May now added waiting for my response. "He was the only man your mother ever had sex with, and only a couple of times, and never alone, always the three of us together whenever we did."

"Holy shit!" I said once again, using a term that was becoming one of my most frequently used, but lately, there were a whole lot of reasons to be saying it. May was slowly showing me that I didn't know my mother half as well as I thought I had.

And I now had a thousand additional questions to ask, but May headed me off once again holding the photo.

"But getting back to this one, it is as you can plainly see, one of the more erotic, most sensual photos I've ever seen taken before, even if I'm saying that about myself and your mother."

"Yes...it is!" I had to admit looking at it again, "and like I said before, how did you manage it anyway?"

"That was something that Tom did, the guy I knew and who took all of these," May stated,. "He had us do something that your mother was at first reluctant to even do, but as aroused as we both were, she finally consented to it, and was damn glad she had afterwards, especially the way that these photos turned out."

"What did he have you do?" I asked.

"Tom wanted to capture the pure orgasmic bliss on our faces, but in order to do that, he needed to see us vulnerable, needed for the both of us to be vulnerable, and in that way, the look you see in the photos would show through, which obviously it did."

"Obviously...but again, How?"

May walked around to stand in front of me again on her side of the table. "By doing this," she said opening her robe, spreading her legs a little revealing herself as she leaned back against the counter for support. "Tom had me stand here, your mother there, against the table facing me, likewise standing just as I am now, displaying ourselves for one another, and for him too of course as he stood there watching us, eventually joining us as he stood jerking himself off while we all did."

"Fuck!" I moaned seeing it. "The three of you actually stood masturbating yourselves in front of one another?"

"Yes. By doing that, we got extremely aroused, amazing how so simple a thing as that could do it, but it did, as you can clearly see a few minutes later when he allowed us to come together for that particular photo. It wasn't posed, planned or anything like that, it just happened, and when it did, Tom caught it on film. I think...and so did your mother, that it was the most sensual photo any of us had ever seen."

I couldn't disagree with that at all either. The look on both of their faces was sheer magic, the beauty of their expressions clearly showing through in the photo, their vulnerability, their surrender to one another captured so perfectly on film.

May continued to stand there, one hand spreading herself, the other slowly teasing her erect clit which she purposely exposed allowing me to relive a bit of that moment as I watched her, and watched it happening inside my head just as though I was also there so many, many months ago now. I stood, my rock hard cock already sticking way out in front of me.

"Yes...yes," May moaned looking down and over towards me. "Stroke yourself, let me watch you, while you watch me," May moaned once again, her fingers busily pleasuring herself, one hand now cupping, fingering and fondling her breast as she stood there across from me, watching me as I likewise stood, touching my prick in ways that I only did while alone, never having shared them with anyone, not even my ex-wife Carol as I stood doing so, allowing my own vulnerability to surface. "I love seeing a man who isn't afraid to do that for a woman," May told me. "It really is incredibly erotic isn't it?"

"Yes...yes, it is," I said simply as we stood merely watching one another, feeling the arousal we mutually shared intensify. And as it did, I understood even better the moment that their friend Tom had forever captured on film, a moment I would forever treasure that he had.

I watched May climax, but even more amazing than that, was seeing her do it, her eyes still locked onto mine as she came, the vulnerability in them much like the look I saw in the photo. I had never seen someone climax quite that way before, eyes wide open, the expression on her face sheer pleasure, pure beauty as she did.

"Come for me too," she asked, her orgasm though slowing, still continuing as she encircled her almost too sensitive clit with her hand, watching me, urging me on as I stood a few feet away from her.

"What about..."

"Don't worry about it," she giggled. "I'm sure we'll be making more than one mess we'll have to clean up today," she informed me seriously. "Just come...let it squirt, let me watch you while you do," she urged me once again as I stood fisting myself, feeling the beginnings of what I knew to be a very powerful, very intense orgasm well on its way now.

"Fuck...May..." I said, my voice quivering with emotion and excitement. "I'm almost there," I told her, now slow stroking my cock as though in slow motion, something that very often produced an even greater intensity when I came, not to mention an even greater force behind the ejaculation itself when I did.

May placed both of her hands on her pussy now, prying apart her tender pink lips, the glistening wetness of her own spending still clinging to her nether lips which she openly displayed for me, the pink knot of her enlarged clit poking out towards me now, inviting the onslaught of my climax to find its mark.

"Come on baby, shoot it! Squirt on me! See if you can hit my cunt!"

I could not believe the force of my release when it came, the sudden intensity that momentarily paralyzed me as I stood there, and as though seeing it in slow motion, the surge of spunk leaping from the head of my prick, arching across the room towards her, though I had aimed a bit too high, the first ribbon of my semen splashing against the lower portion of her breast instead. Adjusting slightly, now watching the second spurt likewise skyrocketing towards her, this one perfectly hitting the target as it landed near perfectly upon her clit, hearing her giggle at the contact, looking down to see it then even as another landed against her upper thigh. The remainder of my ejaculates now began to fall far short, though even these felt powerfully hard, and amazingly good even as they splattered against her tiled floor instead of her flesh.

Even as my cock dripped the last remnants of my spending, my hand only then milking out the last vestiges of pleasure, May gathered up the sticky ribbons of my cum, once again swirling it against her clit, triggering yet another orgasm which she cried out in delight while having, her legs nearly giving way, one hand going back up to her breast, squeezing her nipple just as she had begged me to do for her when she had come while riding me the night before. Seeing it, I wished more than ever to have had a camera in hand with me now. But barring that, I at least had an indelible image forever burned within my mind of a very erotic, very sensual woman sharing her pleasures with me as I stood there, cock still in hand, watching her.

We soon after did in fact clean up the mess we had made, along with washing and drying the breakfast dishes. We then dressed, hauling out the many boxes we had packed, setting aside some personal items I wished to keep, amongst those the photos that I would forever now cherish. Grateful to Tom a man I had never met, nor knew about until now, though I hoped to meet him one day soon, and thank him personally for doing what he had done for my mother, as strange as that may seem.

After running around, we returned to May's place where she fixed us a light lunch.

"Have a proposition for you," she told me.

"What?"

"I'd like you to consider moving into your mom's place," she began. "I really don't want to rent it out to anyone else at the moment, if ever to be honest with you. And I'll match whatever you were paying to make it worth your while."

I didn't even need to think about it. "Really? You're sure?" I asked.

"No...I'm just messing with you. Of course I'm sure!" she told me. "You'd have to function as my handy-man a bit, though I'm sure with your experience, you could handle anything that comes up," she said grinning at me. "As I'd certainly be willing to do myself," she added demurely.. "And speaking of which," she said glancing down towards my crotch, her mere look in that direction causing my cock to twitch expectantly.

"You're insatiable," I told her even as I unzipped my jeans.

"That a problem for you?" she asked walking over towards me.

"Not at all," I told her even as her hand fumbled briefly for a moment, finding me, and then releasing me as she leaned over once again surrounding me with her mouth sucking on it for a few moments until releasing me, looking up into my eyes then, a question already forming.

"I'm in a rather decadent mood, as if you can't already tell that," she stated. "Do you have any major 'no-no's' that you wouldn't even consider doing?" she asked me.

I couldn't really think of any, at the moment anyway.. But also at the moment, with the pleasure her mouth was again giving my cock, I'd have lifted bricks with it if she'd asked me. "No...why? What would you like to do?" I asked curiously excited, wondering already what other kinds of surprises might be in store for me. Little did I know at the time either.

"You have any problems with ass-fucking?" she said pointedly.

I had never actually done that, tried it once with Carol but we'd soon given up on that notion when it simply became too unbearable for her to continue trying it, and as such, we'd never attempted to do so again.

"No," I said softly, surprised to hear that this was something May enjoyed doing, obviously wanted to do.

"Good," she grinned broadly, leading me back upstairs to her bedroom. "But first, before we do that, I'll tell you another story while you're eating my pussy."

I laughed, following along, already looking forward to doing just that. "What kind of story?" I asked her excitedly, and then nearly tripped over myself on the stairs.

"How much your mother came to enjoy ass-fucking," she said simply, continuing on even as I stood on the step looking at her my mouth once again wide open though I could find no words to express myself.

After I had found my legs again, as well as my speech, I scrambled up the few remaining stairs. By that time, May had already positioned herself in the middle of the bed, legs spread bent at the knee waiting for me.

"Did you just say what I thought you said?"

"Eat me," she responded obscenely, wickedly displaying herself, "and I'll tell you about it, but you stop...I stop," she warned me.

Certainly curious, but aroused now as well once again, which I figured to always be the case whenever I was around her now, I slid into the bed between her legs, my tongue automatically snaking out to feast on the delicacy before me.

"Well, like I said earlier, your mother never did have intercourse with another man, that part was the truth, but she'd never experienced anal sex either, and when she saw Tom do that with me, she wanted to experience it for herself, something she managed to wrestle with and eventually come to terms with by never having done it, or even consider doing before. So that part...in her mind at least, wasn't something she had vowed or committed to herself to never do. And since by this time, she was obviously comfortable being around Tom, she decided she wanted to see what it was like."

Though tempted to ask a question or two, I refrained from doing so, hoping as I lay there flicking my tongue against May's enormously wonderful clit, that she'd eventually get around to answering my unasked questions, which in time, she did.

"As Tom was with me, which your mother had seen, he took his time, was very, very gentle and considerate, so she had firsthand knowledge of to some extent anyway, of what it would be like that first time. And he was careful and considerate with her too, both of us taking a great deal of time relaxing her, exciting her, and preparing her for when it finally did happen. But something else she wanted to feel, which I think made it even more interesting all things considered, was the fact that I was wearing my strap-on at the time too."

Now I did quit licking her for a moment, rising up onto my elbows looking at her. "You mean to tell me..."

"Yeah, exactly. Tom and I fucked her together that first time. Does that shock you?" May asked.

It did, but it didn't. I was learning more and more about my mother, beginning to more fully understand this incredible change in her, how she had come to embrace her sexuality for one thing, but her too long locked away desires and needs for another.

"No, not really, I guess," as I went back to pleasurably enjoy the sweetness of May's wet glistening cunt once again. "Go on!" I urged her as I went back to lapping at her clit with my tongue.

"Well, I certainly enjoyed doing that myself every once in a while, which is why I wondered and asked you if you would, but for someone who'd never done it before, let alone even consider it, your mother seemed to enjoy it even more than I do. Though she also only enjoyed doing it when I was inside her as well, or as long as something was anyway. Sometimes we would pleasure one another with two vibrators, which we did quite often, but she always enjoyed it more whenever Tom was able to come over, where he would then be the one to fuck her ass, while she sat on top of me while I wore the strap-on. Inevitably, she'd have several orgasms while doing this, she became multi-orgasmic, and eventually learned how to squirt whenever she did it this way."

I had to rise up hearing that one. "She learned how to squirt too?"

"Oh yeah, she did, and boy could she! After that, she did so nearly all the time, but mainly whenever the three of us were together and did it that way. Fascinated the hell out of me to see her do that. As hard as I tried to learn how myself, never really did. Came close a few times I think, bigger wet puddles than usual for me, but never did it the way I saw your mother eventually do it. Hottest damn thing I've ever seen," she said her eyes showing a sudden blankness as she lay there remembering. "Anyway, was thinking and remembering that a bit earlier, which is why I wondered if you'd enjoy doing that."

"I never have," I finally admitted to her.

Now it was her turn to be surprised. "Never?"

"Nope...never."

"You don't have to you know, not everyone cares to try it, or even think about doing it."

"Hell, I've thought about it plenty of times," I continued to admit. "Just never knew, or ever been with anyone, including my ex-wife, who was really willing to want to."

May smiled, rolled over slightly opening her nightstand drawer. Seconds later she handed me a bottle of KY. "Put plenty of this on yourself, as well as me," she instructed. "Then just do what I tell you to do after that."

In addition to the KY, I noticed she had also pulled out a life-like looking penis vibrator, though it was considerably longer and thicker around than I was. May saw the expression on my face as I looked at it and laughed.

"You're perfectly suited for ass-fucking," she told me. "Not too big...not too small. Trust me Brad, if you looked anything like this," she said holding up the toy, "you'd never get anywhere near my ass."

I got over myself, and comfortably positioned myself behind her on my side after that, which is how she preferred it after telling me. Well lubricated as we both were, it didn't take but a moment after that, though I am sure because May was experienced and knew what she was doing, though I was also pretty good at following instructions too.

I had slowly eased myself into that tight hot passage, eventually hilting myself fully, after which laying there unmoving while May accustomed herself to the sensation, relaxing, before she then added the fake prick inside her cunt, turning it on.

"Feel that?"

"Fuck yes!" I responded as the titillating vibrations found their way over to me, stimulating my cock as it continued to rest unmoving inside her.

May began to slowly work the fake prick in and out of her cunt after that, the sensation of movement actually rubbing against me, likewise stimulating, as was the continued tickle of the vibrations that caressed us both.

"Fuck me," she purred. "Nice and slow."

I began rocking with her, slowly at first, just easing myself in, and then out, much as she was doing with the enormously sized cock that now pleasured her pussy. I soon after found a very pleasured rhythm, which we stayed with, my hands reaching around to capture her full breasts, kneading them contentedly, once again finding and playing with those rock hard nipples, thumbing and rolling them about as she sighed pleasurably, moaning her joy urging me on to handle them even more roughly after a time than I had been.

"Harder now baby, don't worry...it doesn't hurt, it just feels good, so feel free to really pull on them, and then pinch them when I cum, you'll know when...I assure you!"

Indeed, I did. May's ass seemed to tighten even more so around me just moments before I felt her tense up, the beginnings of her orgasm claiming her. As she did so, I then pinched her sweet hard nipples, pulling on them roughly, stretching them up and away from her breasts, heavy in my hands as I did so. But her pleasured cry told me that was exactly how she wanted it, needed it, and then succumbed fully to it as she came, just as I did, feeling the surge of my own prick's release, bathing the inside of that tight wet passage, slowly fucking in and out of her, holding onto her tits, hearing her scream, as mine then joined her becoming a duet of pleasured ecstasy as we sung the same song together.

Days later I was all moved in, living next door to her now, though we spent most, if not every night together. The following weekend she had invited Tom over for dinner, so I finally met him, and thanked him for the beautiful photos he had taken, along with the gratitude for giving my mother the kind of sensual joy she had come to know shortly before her passing. And as I'd initially considered and thought to do, May and I had in fact blown up a couple of those photos, had them framed, and now hung on the wall of her bedroom, one in particular, which was a constant reminder of who my mother was, had become, just as I was only then beginning to learn about myself.

And there were many secrets yet to discover about things I didn't know. May dishing them out to me slowly over time, like succulent sweets to be savored one piece at a time. Though at times, I found it maddening for her to do.

Inevitably, she would tease me with one of their adventures while we made love, her stories both arousing, as well as enthralling as I lay there listening to them, oft times fingering her pussy while she did, or licking it, or even laying behind her, my cock either in her ass or her pussy while she shared with me their secrets.

I was still trying to catch my breath after a particularly arousing tale, we had shared a mind-blowing orgasm together, the image of Tom lying behind my mother, May having positioned herself in front, licking her as she came with Tom deeply embedded inside her ass.

"Fuck that was intense!" I told her still trying to collect my wits about me.

"Yes it was," she purred contentedly. "Almost as intense as the incidence with the clowns," she added a moment later.

"Clowns? What clowns?" I asked her.

But May had already drifted off to sleep, leaving that little secret to be shared another day.