Mature Secrets

"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 off. 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 too," 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 naturally normal 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 shinny 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 cunting 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 sensual 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 gripping 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 scrapped 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 telling 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 photo's 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 colored 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 photo's 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 neither 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 it's 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 back 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 in to 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 speaking. "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 where 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's 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.​