Chapter 5: Mother opens up to me in more ways than one

“How did you know I was queer, I asked her.”

“I wasn’t sure but I suspected it,” she went on, “I saw how close you and your sister were.”

“As we were about you and Aunt Susan,” I replied with a smile.

We were sitting at my kitchen table, naked, sipping our tea. Mom leaned over and smiling stroked my hand and wrist. Normally this would have been the only physical contact that would be between family members. Now for me as we had ‘gone all the way so to speak,’ it took on a whole new meaning. We sipped our tea in silence for a few minutes, still looking and smiling at one another.

After some time I asked her, “Do you like being a lesbian mum?”

“Oh yes,” she replied rather eagerly, it was like she wanted to explore this further and I’d opened the door so to speak. “After your dad was reported missing, I cried a lot and prayed he would come home. Of course it was a false hope, but you never want to accept the truth at times.”

“There were a lot of others like me in those days,” she went on, “We still had those feelings you know,” she said with a wistful smile. “Some women turned to other men to satisfy their feelings, but I couldn’t do that to daddy.”

“As I told you it was with Mrs. Crawford I had my first experience with, it just felt so natural to me. She was about twenty five years older than me, yet it didn’t seem to be that much. After all we had similar tastes and got along so well, and we were both missing the person we loved the most at that time.”

“Tell me more,” I said.

I saw the tears in her eyes and kept silent, waiting till she composed herself. “The next morning I made us some tea, and brought it into the bedroom to drink. You girls were not awake yet, thank goodness. I wanted to talk to her about what we had done.”

She sat up in bed and I sat on the edge of it, and for a few minutes sipped our tea in silence. Nothing was said for the longest time, and then quietly I asked Cindy what had come over us.

She stared into her cup for a moment, and then finally said in a whisper. It was as if there were others who could hear us. “I’d often wondered what it would be like to make love to another woman, and I’d fallen in love with you.” You were so compassionate, and when we were together I just couldn’t help myself.” 

I couldn’t think of an appropriate reply, so said, “Well now you know.”

Now with tears running down her face, she finally looked me in the eye. “Yes and I loved every minute of it, and if I never do it again, I’ll always cherish last night.”

Her confession kind of startled me in a way, she had been so open and honest in expressing her feelings. She put her cup down, and excused herself to go to the bathroom. When she returned she picked up her knickers, and went to put them on.

“Do you have to go yet,” I blurted out without thinking.

“Well no,” she replied, “It’s just I thought…”

She didn’t finish saying what she thought, just sat on the side of the bed. “You know,” I admitted to her, “I got a lot of satisfaction from ‘it’ to.”

“You mean that,” she asked?

“Yes I’d like for us to do it again, as long as we don’t hurt anyone, what harm can there be?”

“Well none I suppose, it’s not like we’re seeing other men.”

“Before I could say anymore, you were at the bedroom door. I was surprised I hadn’t heard you get up, you usually call out to me when you awake up

I felt relieved she was telling me about her first experience, I could tell by the look on her face she enjoyed telling me about it. I told her about me and Rachael, how it had started on the sofa and from there we went all the way. How excited we both were in discovering our sexuality, and how it led to a true love relationship.

Next I told her about Jennifer, and how frustrating it had been not being able to lie down together. How it began, thanks to a rainstorm, and how we found more than shelter in a doorway. She laughed when I told her how we would leave our bras and knickers off, that was the best we could do to accommodate one another.

“Ah yes to leave one’s underwear off, better to facilitate loving one another in doorways. I loved the good old knee tremblers with daddy, there was something naughty about doing it that way.”

“Were you not scared mum, you know, about getting pregnant?”

“Well yes it was a worry, but it just felt so good I couldn’t say ‘no’.”

I smiled at her telling me this, it was just how I’d felt being intimate with my sister.

Now smiling at me she said, “You know you were conceived out of wedlock.”

Now it made sense how she had used daddy’s being in the military as the excuse for the hurried marriage between them.

“What are we going to do today?” she asked.

“Whatever you like,” I replied, “As long as we can do it together.” I saw the look on her face change, smiling she leaned over and placed her hand behind my head. Our lips met softly at first, then with a little more force. I offered her my tongue, and she clamped her lips on it and felt her suck it.

“Let’s make love to one another,” she said as took hold of my hand. She helped me out of my chair, and then with an arm around my waist led me back to bed. “Lie on your tummy,” she said.

I did as she asked, then felt her take hold of my ankles and spread my legs apart. She knelt between my legs, and ran her finger nails up the backs of them. So light just enough to let me feel her caress, lingering for a moment up and down on my thighs. She caressed my buttocks with one in each hand, over and around I felt her thumbs come together at the crevice. Now down to the inside of my thighs, my pussy was tingling in anticipation.

I felt her hair on my back, and then moments later she placed a kiss between my shoulder blades.

“You have the most beautiful body,” she whispered.

I felt her lips slowly kiss their way down to my waist, a hand moved between my legs and up to my tummy. I lifted my torso to accommodate her searching fingers, feeling the heel of her hand against my pussy. Spreading her fingers, she made scratching motions over my pubis, then move down around my labia’s. Gently she pressed upwards, and I pulled my knees under me to raise my rear end up.

She kissed me all over my bum, her fingers found my opening and slid into me. I let out a moan, she was in no hurry as she played with my pussy. I let out a cry when I climaxed, making an effort to stay still and not collapse.

“You liked that?”

“Oh yes,” I replied, “Who wouldn’t.”

I raised myself up on my elbows, and looked underneath my body. I saw her turn onto her back, and place her head underneath my pussy. Now her arms came up around my arse, and she pulled it to her lips. She lapped at the juices flowing out of me, sucking and nibbling on my clit. Soon the stars burst over me, as I had a second powerful orgasm.

I collapsed unable to move, her face was trapped under me. After a moment I raised myself back up, and she began to wiggle herself up under my belly. She paused to suckle my tits on the way, and then continued till we were face to face, only now I was on top. I wrapped my legs round her waist, locking my ankles together to hold her tight. Her face was smelly and shining from my pussy juice, and how I loved it.

We kissed and rested holding on to one another. Nothing was said, we just lay there catching our breath. I remember thinking, she may be my mother, but she’s also one very randy lady. It would be a challenge to match her enthusiasm, but I was eager to try.

We lay there for quite a while, lightly petting and toying with one another. When I felt ready I gently pushed her onto her back and she smiled up at me in anticipation of what was to come. I placed a knee on either side of her body, and then taking hold of her wrists, lifted her arms up over her head.

The pleasure on her face was evident, I leaned down and kissed her face. Her forehead then her eyes and cheeks, and finally settling on her mouth. We French kissed, burying our tongues deep into each other’s mouths.

Her squirming underneath me got stronger, but I had a firm grip on her wrists. I held her tight, making her wait till I felt ready. Her voice was hoarse and I saw the pleading in her eyes. It said please do me, fuck me, make me cum. I loved the feeling of the power I had over her, to touch her meant letting go of at least one wrist. I didn’t want to give up the feeling just yet, so leaned on my elbows and pressed my knees between her legs. She willingly opened them wide, so now I could lay my body on top of hers.

She started moaning and whimpering, “Fuck, I give it to me! I want you, I need it.”

Now I pressed my clit to hers and began to hump her, she raised her knees and placed her feet on the bed to match my thrusts. I kept a tight grip on her wrists, she began to shake her head from side to side. Almost drooling from her mouth as her passion mounted, she lifted her legs straight up and she stiffened. With a scream she suddenly collapsed, l felt her twitch and waite,d letting her enjoy her moment.

We rested for a couple of hours, until the need for nourishment brought us back to reality. We decided to go out for lunch, and after just spent the rest of the day together chatting. Later we had an early night, and made love again before falling asleep.

The next day we did the tourist thing, we visited the tower and the museum. I marvelled at mother, how the day before she had been so randy. Now she was dressed as before, very conservative and prim and proper.

Occasionally she would reminisce about happenings at home, and now she was more open with me. I marvelled at how she had pulled the wool over our eyes, when she would arrange for her excursions to visit her friends. Rachael and I never suspected a thing, as to her more personal reasons.

She told me she wanted to purchase some new apparel, and on the Saturday we went shopping in the more ‘risqué’ lingerie shops. She was excited to be able to browse the more exotic styles, and I was surprised at what she was interested in procuring.

She purchased some open crotch bloomers, they were silk of course and I thought terribly expensive. Not only that, but some of her tastes I thought were rather ‘tacky.’ By that I mean the colours and designs, and bright red merry widow outfits trimmed with black lace.

We went to the ‘adult’ shop Linda had taken me to, where they had every conceivable ‘accessories’ for sale. Monica, one of the staff I’d gotten to know smiled and said, “Hello.” I could have died, here I was with my mum and she looked at her as if waiting to be introduced.

Mother saved me the embarrassment, stepping forward and offering her hand. “Pleased to meet you, my name’s Shelly, what’s yours?”

“Monica,” she replied, if there’s anything in particular you’re interested in just ask.”

Now the embarrassing moment was passed, we spent some time browsing the accoutrements that were available. Mother was quite fascinated by what was now available, and took her sweet time looking at all the exhibits. Of course she offered to buy me something, “To add a bit of spice to one’s wardrobe.” She said with a smile.

At that I was forced to admit that I already had a few novelty items for entertainment purposes.

Looking at me a little shocked, “Really” she said.

I realised she was just teasing, causing me some slight embarrassment.

She showed a particular interest in the latest strap-ons that looked like a replica of an erect cock. In those days there weren’t the soft silicone ones that you can get now. Still although it was made of rubber it looked real. Molded with the ‘bobby’s helmet,’ (head) and the artificial veins, and slighted curved just like the real thing.

Of course they were more expensive that the normal ones and she bought two of them. One was for her and the other was a present for me. She also purchased some other items as well, and I asked her about why she bought so many devices.

“Picking up some items for friends back home as well, living where we live we don’t get to shop for novelty items like these.”

Now you should know that mother and I had the same first names, ‘Sheila’, but her friends always called her Shelly. So when I asked her about the incident in the shop, she smiled and said, “I want you to call me Shelly too when we’re here. It could save some embarrassment, especially with other women.”

We went home with our purchases, then took a bath and got dressed for the evening. I had told her about the woman’s club I belonged to, and she expressed an interest in going there for the evening too. I knew it would take an effort on my part to introduce her as ‘Shelly’ to my friends. After all ‘Mum’ and ‘mother’ was so ingrained it would come out automatically.

Mother wanted to wear some of her new purchases. She picked out a bright red and black ‘Merry widow’ outfit, and a pair of red French bloomers, the ones with the open crotch. Then with a pair of black stockings, that was most unusual for her. Of course this was all covered up by the rather conservative dress she put on.

I commented on her choice of attire for the evening, and smiling at me and said, “Ah yes my dear, this is London town, and you are my date for the evening.”

We had a wonderful time, and no I didn’t screw up and refer to her as ‘mum or mother.’ In fact except when I introduced her to friends as ‘Shelly,’ I don’t recall ever having a reason to call her anything. She danced with quite a few other ladies that night, in fact we both did. With her being a guest, a lot of women were interested in getting to know her.

In fact with her making herself so popular, there was perhaps a bit of jealousy on my part. However the evening went off without a hitch, and we went back to my flat holding hands and happy to be together. She did seem more mischievous and daring than normal, but I just assumed she was enjoying a night out in a strange city.

Once indoors at her request, she had me light a couple of candles to a bit of atmosphere to the room. We were in no hurry to go to bed, so she poured us both a glass of wine.

She removed her dress, then mine. “So as not to risk spilling any wine on them she said.”

We sat on the sofa and linking arms, as we both sipped our drinks looking into each other’s eyes.

“You’re gorgeous” she said looking into mine.

“And you’re beautiful” I replied, at that we kissed one another. Just a gentle kiss at first, then we smiled at one another. Our knees were touching, and automatically I placed a hand on her knee. I loved the feel of her nylon stocking, the smoothness of it. My hand travelled up to the top, and under the leg of her bloomers. I felt the softness of her bare skin under the material.

We were in no hurry, we just exchanged kisses in between sips of wine. Just the closeness in itself was erotic. I smelled her perfume, the wine on her breath. She nibbled on an ear then kissed my neck, her tongue traced its way back up to me ear. It tickled making me raise my shoulder, she took a moment to place her glass on the table, then took mine from me and did the same.

Getting up she went and retrieved her purchases, and removed the strap-ones she’d purchased for us. She handed me the one she’d bought me, smiling and whispering at me. I held it while she pulled my knickers down, and had me step out of them.

Of course I knew what she had in mind, she helped me strap the harness on, snuggling the end of the dong against my pussy. I must admit I liked the feel of it, there was a bulb on the end that fitted nicely against my vagina.

Taking me into the kitchen she turned one of the chairs around, and had me sit on it. There was a butter dish on the table and she took some in her hand and smeared it over the dong. While this was going on I could sense her excitement, she had been thinking about this all evening she said.

Now straddling me, she placed the head of the dong into the opening in her bloomers. She held it for a few minutes, rubbing it against her pussy. Then once she had the head inside her, she placed her hands on either side of my head. Slowly she settled down onto it, a little at a time till with a sigh she had it all the way home.

Reaching down she started French kissing me, slipping her tongue into my mouth. I felt her move slowly up and down, I placed my hands on either side of her legs. I loved the feel of the silk, rubbing them up and over her bum. She started fucking herself faster and faster, bobbing up and down on my ‘cock.’

She stopped kissing me to concentrate on what she was enjoying. Her face was one of pure ecstasy, her hair flying as she shook her head from side to side. Her moans got louder and louder, finally she stopped moving and settled down.

She popped her tits out, after all her merry widow outfit did little to conceal them. By now I was as randy as she was, and started to kiss and suck them. Soon clutching my neck again, the rhythmic bobbing up and down began again. My hand on her hip moved round to feel the dong, to move it around inside her as she fucked it. She began her moaning again, low sounds from her throat as her breath quickened. Then with a cry she collapsed against me, her orgasm taking control of her body.

I slipped my hands inside the waist of her bloomers, I loved the feel of her skin as I waited for her to recover from the intensity of it.

“Thank you,” she whispered in my ear as she placed a kiss on it. “Now I’m yours, you can make me do what you want to you.”

At that we got up, and headed for the bedroom. Here was my mother, the woman who I thought was the most intelligent, sophisticated women in the word. She was always the lady in public, a modest dresser and so conservative and polite. Now in private with me, she behaved like a trollop.

Her bobbing up and down on my dong had brought some pressure on my pussy. It heightened my need for satisfaction, and as if reading my mind dropped to her knees. She gave me a moment to unbuckle the device from around my waist, and then removed it from my buttocks altogether.

Now I spread my legs wide, presenting my pussy for her attention. She raked her nails gently over my tummy and upper thighs, smiling up at me before bring her lips to my nether lips. Licking my labia’s with her tongue, I held her head against me. I pulled her face into me, her tongue pressed between my labia’s. It took only a few moments to complete my arousal, before I convulsed letting out a cry as I climaxed. Automatically I clamped her head between my thighs, and locking my ankles behind her head. For me it was the most exquisite feeling, as she licked the juices from my cunt.

We slept late the next morning, finally making ourselves get up and have breakfast.

She had planned for us to drive down to the coast, and spend a few days together. Afterwards we dressed and packed a few things, then loaded up her car and left. We both felt relaxed and happy, enjoying the drive through the countryside.

We checked into a Bed and Breakfast, for the three days we would stay there. It was a nice quiet time; we spent each afternoon on the beach. The weather was perfect for the time we were there, and we put on bathing suits and spent each afternoon sunbathing and talking.

Mother brought up the subject of sex again, asking me to tell her about my time with Linda. I told her how we had met, and how compatible I thought we both were.

She seemed very interest quizzing me for the details. Suddenly she asked me about other women, like had we even played with others or had sex in front of others.

I felt by this time there was no point in keeping any secrets from her, and told her about our time with Sylvia and Janet. She seemed amused by this, and took a few moments as if to gather her thoughts.

Suddenly she said, “You know, back home there are a few of us who like to get together for fun.”

I sat up at this and gave her a puzzled look, and that made her continue to tell me more about her life at home.

She explained, “This is why Sue and I often spent weekends in Norwich, and other places too. After you and Rachael left for university, we did our share of hosting the parties at our house”

For the lack of anything to say I asked, “What did you do there?”

“Oh we’d often play games, cater to one another depending on one’s interests.”

“Interests like what?” I asked.

“Oh well for one thing I enjoy a little bondage once in a while, one lady likes to be spanked. We would play cards or some other games, to decide on partners for the evening. Or the hostess would let us know in advance what the occasion would be. Like someone’s birthday, or an anniversary. It was always fun as we all consented to take turns.”

She certainly perked my interest, giving me details and explaining some of their games to me.

“Next time you’re home, if you like I’ll introduce you to some of them.”

I nodded me agreement to her at this, “Do I already know any of them,” I asked?

The fact I showed so much interest obviously pleased her, “Anyone else from around home,” I quizzed.

Smiling, she mentioned a lady who’d been one of my teachers in Grammar School. I was shocked to learn this. Like my mother, this lady was very quiet and conservative. Now I understood why mother often had her over for dinner on a Sunday, although these visits were always very platonic. There was never a hint of any wrong doing.

We drove back home on the Thursday afternoon, she had been in contact with a lady who had moved to London quite a few years ago. Mother had promised her she would get in touch with her before she returned home. So when we got back to my Flat, mother phoned this lady. They made arrangements have supper the following night. Mother didn’t volunteer the information, but I assumed she had been one of her ‘close’ friends years ago. I was invited to join them too, and agreed for no other reason but to satisfy my curiosity.

We all met at this restaurant, and mother introduced us. She was about the same height as me, around five feet six or seven inches. She was well endowed and had a small waist, giving her an hour glass figure, (To use an old cliché). She had a lovely complexion, wore rimless glasses that seemed to enhance her looks. Her hair was rather short, giving her a bit of a soft butch look.

She was quite a bit younger than mother, being in her early thirties at the time. That surprised me for some reason. Over dinner she and mother dominated the conversation. they were talking about people and events from back home. Before Rosemary, (Her name) moved here to London.

After dinner we settled in a lounge to have another drink and I stayed and had one to be sociable. I made my excuse to leave, as their conservation was boring for me. I said the usual, “Glad to have met you,” shook her hand and left to go to my club.

As it was a Friday evening, the club was packed as usual. I had a nice time as I usually did, but left around midnight to go home. I had expected Rosemary to be there with her, or that mother had gone home with her.

You can imagine my surprise to go in the door and find mother there, watching a late show on television. She was sitting on my sofa in a negligee, her feet curled under her and enjoying a glass of wine. I expressed my surprise at finding her there alone, and asked what happened with Rosemary.

She made a comment about me expecting the worst, and said that she and Rose were just friends from days gone by. In a way I was surprised at this, because of their age differences I had assumed a more intimate relationship had occurred.

We talked into the wee hours of the morning, and mother explained how Rosemary had been troubled by her feelings. As a result she had rushed into an early marriage, and the man was much older and abusive to her. Of course the marriage didn’t work, and her husband finally left her for another woman. It was after that that she had left home, and mothers and others had always worried about her.

We slept late and spent the Saturday afternoon shopping, then that night we were clubbing again.

Being our last night together, we made love for some time. It was like we didn’t want it to end, but mother had her home and job to go to. The next afternoon she packed her things, and brought the car round to load her things. It was a solemn time, neither of us wanting it to end. Finally after many hugs and kisses, she got behind the wheel and drove away.

I stood on there and watched, till her car was out of sight. I had a strange feeling of sadness, as I watched her car disappear thoughts about our behaviour came to mind. How this intelligent very modest lady, (to the outside world) had such a perverted libido. I had mixed feelings at that time, from our conversations I had learned so much about her. Obviously our closeness in private had a lot to do with her opening up to me.

Some of the friends she had mentioned to me had seemed to be such prim and perfect ladies. I knew some of them were involved in different activities in their communities, and now to learn that in private they enjoyed a much different life. Now after what mother had told me about her liaisons, I knew there was much more I wanted. It was like she had awakened hidden feelings deep inside me, I stood there for some time thinking about it, feeling I was the loneliest woman in the world.

I think that’s when I knew I was definitely a lesbian, men just couldn’t interest me the way women could.