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Late Lesson
Masturbation is a word that was anathema to my mother when I was a teenager. Nice girls didn’t know words like that and the act itself was sure to confine your immortal soul to the deepest pit of Hell!

Mother was a good Catholic girl.

I was thirty-two before I realised a woman could orgasm. As far as I was concerned, sex was a pleasure for men and a duty for women to endure to produce babies. I, obviously, wasn’t a good Catholic girl because I only produced one baby. A daughter, Imogen – Immy for short.

It wasn’t for any particular reason. It just never happened. Probably because husband Tom – the git – lost interest in sex when my belly was bulging.

When I say he lost interest in sex, what I mean is, he lost interest in sex with me. It took me about five years to realise he was banging a girl from work. A slim little blonde.

I did fuck him once more. In court where he was conceited enough to think he could defend his adultery by himself against the barrister my solicitor stood up. He was fucked to the tune of two million pounds.

My other consolation is that soon after he moved in with the little slut, he had a heart attack. I like to think he was banging her at the time. It’s the sadist in me!

I shouldn’t be nasty to her. She was quite a nice woman. We met for the first time at his funeral which she invited me to. That was four years ago. When Immy was nine.

Since that time I have been out on a couple of dates but nothing developed and I passed into my thirties resigned to celibacy and as I’ve already said, unfulfilled sexually.

It was a warm spring day. May is a funny month but when it’s fair, it’s beautiful and this day was ones of the best. I had been to visit my friend, Valerie, and as I returned home I fancied I would change into something loose and flowing to take full advantage of the weather and remain cool. I headed to my bedroom and stopped as I passed my daughters’ door. It stood ajar and I could hear her moan slightly. I figured she was feeling ill and entered the room.

To say my jaw dropped at what I saw, would be a vast understatement. Immy was naked and laying on her bed. A towel hung on the edge of the bed and I guessed she’d had a shower. Her long legs were spread wide and her left hand cupped one of her small breasts while her right hand was between her legs and a finger was being hugged by the lips of her bald pussy. She was rubbing herself gently and moaning and, as I watched, the finger began to work faster and faster. As she did so, her slim hips writhed on the bed and her moaning became louder.

If my jaw dropped when I saw her, it nearly hit the floor as she got more and more excited. She was talking and I had never thought she would know such words.

“Oh, Fuck!” she was saying over and over. “Ohhh fuck! Oh my God!”

Louder and louder and then she was bucking on the bed like she was having a fit. She was crying out and I wanted to go to her but hadn’t the faintest idea of what the hell I would say to her. I just watched as she came back down and lay there, her finger gently continuing to stroke herself and her mumble softly.

“Oh! Oh! Mmmmmm, Ohhhhh!”

“Immy?” I said. Her eyes opened in shock.

“Mum!” she cried out as she grabbed at the towel which she only succeeded in pushing to the floor. She squirmed around and struggled for it. “I didn’t think you’d be home.”

“So I gather. What the hell are you doing?”

“Oh, come on, Mum,” she said pulling the towel up and around her. “You must know that!”

“Well I know you’re rubbing your pussy but why? Does it hurt?”

There was silence for a moment as she looked at me.

“Hurt?” she said at last.

“Yes! You were rubbing it and moaning and I must say swearing as you did it……”

“You are joking! Right?”

She stared at me with that look of disbelief.

“What do you mean?” I asked in all innocence.

“Mu-um!” she said. “I was having a wank!”

“A what?”

“Oh, come on, Mum. Don’t tell me you don’t frig yourself off.”


“You’re not joking, are you?”

“Immy,” I said. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Immy got off the bed and came over to me and took both my hands in hers.

“Mum, how do you cum?”

“Cum?” I said. “I don’t. Women don’t.”

“Where on Earth did you get that idea?”

I wondered just where I did get that idea? I was brought up with it. My mother! She had drummed it into me that little girls weren’t supposed to like that…..Yes! I remembered. She’d caught me sitting on the sofa with my knickers off and playing with myself. She called me a dirty little girl and told me that the Angels would punish me. I must have been about six and I lived in mortal fear of divine retribution from then on. Any sexual thoughts were firmly repressed and she emphasised it on a regular basis.

“Mum?” Immy said and I realised I had been dreaming as I remembered.

“Sorry, Immy. What did you say?”

“I said, didn’t you cum with Dad?”

I was feeling uncomfortable with this intimacy with my daughter.

“Well, er – I suppose so.”

“What do you mean by that. Either you did or you didn’t!”

“I don’t know,” I said. I sounded pathetic, I could hear myself. “I don’t know what an – orgasm feels like.”

“Oh, Mum!” Immy said and cuddled my head on her shoulder. I was so strange. We had changed roles. I was the little girl being comforted by my daughter. My NAKED daughter! I could feel her flesh against my cheek, soft and smooth and I felt a stirring in my loins. I knew I shouldn’t but it was there and it was pleasant and I just let it build. Immy’s hand was stroking my cheek and we were silent. My arms were around her slim young body and I was holding her, my hand on her bare back. I stroked it and felt her shiver.

“Are you cold?” I asked and felt her shake her head. Once more there was silence and I felt her hand move from my face and onto my knee. I gave a little gasp.

“Sssshhh!” Immy whispered and I felt her hand move up the inside of my thigh.

“No!” I said softly and my legs parted slightly.

“Sssshhh, Mum!” she whispered again. “You need this.”

“Do I?”

“Yes,” she replied and her hand was at my crotch. God the feeling was wonderful! Her fingers just stroking over the taut material of my panties. It had been so long since I had been touched down there. The dates I’d been on were ages ago and they only groped my tits like they were weighing them rather than caressing them.

I gave a little whimper.

“Does that feel nice?”

I nodded my head. I couldn’t speak. My legs spread a little wider.

“You are very wet,” she said. “I think you really need this.”

I actually groaned as her finger slid into the leg of my panties and found my hole and slid deep inside me. I turned my face up to look at her.

“Immy, we mustn’t…..” I began to say but her lips closed over mine and her tongue was in my mouth. Her middle finger was up me and her index finger was working on my clitoris and I had feelings running through me that I have never felt.

And then it hit me. I have never felt anything like it in my entire life. My first orgasm!

“Mmm, Nnnaaaaahh!I I was saying but couldn’t as her tongue was deep in my mouth and the feelings in my body were fantastic. It spread and I was twisting and turning but she kept on. It wasn’t a fast rub but her finger kept going and I felt the tingleing numbing sensation spread.

“Oh, my God!” I cried as I twisted my head from her. “Oh, my Goooooooddddd!”

“Cum, Mum!” she was saying in my ear but it sounded so far away. “Come on, Let it go and enjoy!”

“Jeeeeezzzzusssssss!” I screamed as another one hit me and filled me up with beautiful numbing sensations. “Oh! Oh! Ooooooooaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhffuuuuuuuuuck!”

“I never used the word in front of my daughter but it came out and I heard her giggle and felt her move but I was unable to. My whole body was so tense that I was shaking.

Then I felt it. Soft and warm. She had forced my legs apart and her tongue was licking at my wet gash and I exploded. Gushes of liquid shot from me. I screamed at her that I was pissing myself but she didn’t stop.

When the gush stopped, her hands were at my sides and I felt my panties being pulled down. I had no power to stop her and felt the around my ankles holding my feet together while my knees were forced apart and a new assault with her tongue began.

God knows how long it carried on. I was in an orgasmic haze and had lost all control. I was like a rag doll in my daughters’ hands and she played me and guided me through wave after wave of orgasmic thrills. Thrills I had never in my life known let alone experienced.

Finally she came up and lay beside me, Giggling and smiling, her finger just gently stroking my oh so sensitive slit. Through hazy eyes I looked at her face. Her hair was matted and a slick liquid glistened on her.

“Wow!” she said. “Mummy has not only cum, she’s arrived!”

I laughed but said nothing. I couldn’t. Not for a while. Gently she pushed her face forward and we kissed. Not the harsh kiss that had started it, full of passion and lust. This time she kissed me gently. Our lips barely touching for the first two pecks and then tighter. Lovers’ kisses.

“How are you?” she asked softly. I nodded.

“Wow!” I managed to say at last. “I have never….”

She placed a finger against my lips.

“I know,” she said. “But now you are going to do it over and over.”

“I don’t know about that!”

“Oh you will, mother dear.!” she laughed. “Once it’s open, that door never closes.”

That night she came to my bed and we cuddled and did it all over again only this time I did it with her and for the first time I tasted a girl’s cum. How sweet it was and how much she came. We slept in a wet bed. Like me, she was a squirter. She only went back to her own room if her friend stayed over or my mother came to stay.

It was about a month later. My friend, Jacquelin was here and in the kitchen with me. She was watching as I baked. How domestic!

“Mum! I’m off to see Karen,” Imogen called. We’ll be late probably.”

“Be good,” I said.

“Good? I’ll be bloody great!” she grinned and disappeared.

“She’s very friendly with that Karen,” Jaq said.

“Best mates,” I replied absent mindedly as I tried to follow a recipe.

“Is that what they call it?”

It took me a moment to register what she’d just said. I looked at her.


“Oh, come on, Jill. You’re not THAT naïve.”

I could feel a blush begin.

“Oh, no!” I said quickly and turned away. “No I don’t think….”

“Ji-ill!” she said and grinned. I turned to face her, leaning against the worktop.”

“They are together a lot” I said. “And it’s only natural that girls want to – er – experiment?”


“With their sexuality. It’s the modern thing.”

“Wouldn’t have happened in our day,” Jaq said, shaking her head.

“My mother would have had a fit!” I said. “Believe me, Jaq, I didn’t even know that women could orgasm til Immy showed me.”

“Showed you?” Jaq said and a grin spread across her face.

“I mean told me!” I hastily said. “Told me!”

“You said ‘showed me’!”

“I don’t care what I said. I MEANT told me.”

I turned to the sink and began to wash some cups. I felt Jaq move and come up behind me. She put her hands on my shoulder and her mouth close to my ear.

“I think I was right, though” she whispered in my ear and gently turned me to face her. I was looking downwards and for the first time I noticed just ho low cut her top was and just how well formed her breasts were. I must have been staring just that moment too long. Jaq used a finger to lift my chin. We were eyes to eye. Without me really noticing we were lips to lips and her tongue was like an electric shock against mine. My arms automatically went round her and we were pulling each other together.

It was a long and lingering kiss before we broke. Jaq was inches away from me when she spoke, a smile still on her face.

Jaq and Jill once share a kiss
Beside a sink of water.
Jill then took her friend to bed
To show what her daughter taught ‘er!

“Is she?” I asked and noted how coquettish I sounded. She nodded and I was amazed how much I wanted this. “I didn’t think you…….”

“You never suspected?” I shook my head. She smiled and planted a peck on my lips. “The I’d better show you.”

She took the lead and I followed. I could feel the wetness in my panties as I moved.

In the bedroom, she turned to me and began unfastening my blouse. I watched as her nimble fingers eased each button through it’s hole and then eased the silky garment off my shoulders and threw it on the chair. I eased my hands under the hem of the top she was wearing and slid them up her slim waist. Obligingly she raised her arms and I eased the garment over her head. Her breasts were full and bulged from the cups of a very sexy bra.

Jaq’s turn and she slipped the straps of my bra off my shoulders and leant forward. Her kiss on my neck was electric and I just let my head fall backwards. Her fingers gently unfastened the bra clips and she eased it off,kissing her way downmy shoulder and onto my chest. She dropped the bra on the floor and cupped my breasts in her hands and, as I watched, she kissed and sucked each nipple. It was heavenly and the juices were flooding out of me. I felt her fingerrs at the waistband of my skirt.

“Wait!” I said and pulled her up. “Fair’s fair!”

I smiled and performed the same bra removing on her that she had done on me. Her breasts are full 38DD and as I kissed them I felt the nipples hard and demanding of my mouth. I felt her toss her head back and sigh as I sucked the large lumps. First one the n the other and each hand massaging while I sucked the other.

She pushed me off them and slowly knelt down, her fingers releasing my skirt as she did so. They
hooked into the waistband and it fell from over my hips to bunch on the floor around my ankles as Jaq began kissing my belly and letting her tongue explore my navel. I could do nothing but gyrate my hips, the pleasure was so intense. I felt her fingers at my panties.

“Uh-Uh!” I said, pushing her away. And let me tell you, push her away is not what I wanted. “My turn.”

I pulled her to her feet and knelt before her. She wore tight jeans and I released the snap fastener at the waist and lowered the zip. They were a little awkward over her full hips but slowly sllid down her shapely legs and I gasped. She had on a thong. Black and lacy.

“You obviously like,” she said as I bent my face forward to kiss her belly and begin to work my way downwards.

“Oh no you don’t” she said. “My turn!”

Pulling me to my feet, she knelt and her fingers were at the waistband of my panties. She was like a k** unwrapping a present slowly so that she could get the maximum pleasure from the moment.

“Mmm. A nice little cushion,” she said as she came to the neatly trimmed triangle of pubic hair. Immy had been trying to make me shave it off completely like hers, but I resisted and only allowed her to tidy it up for me. I must admit I got a thrill when I stood before the mirror after a shower because she had trimmed it to just a neat triangle and the lips of my pussy were bare and protruded.

The briefs were slid down my legs and I felt Jaq’s lips on my mound. Gentle, seductive kisses, her hand massaging slowly up between my legs, exciting the muscles in my thighs and I could feel the wetness down there. I felt her kisses getting lower and had to stop her. I hauled her up and smiled wickedly at her as I knelt. The thong slid from her easily and I gasped. She was bald. Like Immy but more womanly.

I gently kissed the soft mound and examined my friend and soon to be my lover.

Her mound was soft and smooth and yielded to my touch with my lips. I looked at the curve of it as iit turned under her and saw the beginning of the cleft of her pussy. Like my daughter, Immy, but fuller. The mound more pronounced and the lips fuller. I pushed her back to the bed and she sat down, her legs parting to let me in between them and I could see her pussy open slightly, The deep pink of the inner glistening in the light where she was wet.

I don’t know why I did it. Perhaps it was something the Imogen had done had done when we fucked. But I began kissing Jaq’s thighs. First one then the other. Slowly alternating the kissing and with my tongue teasing and licking as I worked upwards. I could hear her sighing. She had laid back on the bed and her hands were on my head, gently stroking as I worked closer and closer to her pussy. Now I was the k** opening a toy and wanting to make it last a long, long while.

Finally I reached the object of my desire and gently kissed first the right-hand lip then the left. I raised my head and eased my tongue into the point where the lips part and gently eased them open. As I did so, my fingers parted her lips and I was soon licking the wet channel. Her clitoris was hard and so sensitive that she groaned with pleasure as I worked on it. Then lower and lower and I had the tip in her hole. She was soaked and the taste of her juices was heavy and sweet and beautifully scented. I drank and licked and the more I licked, the more I could drink. My middle finger slid into her and I could feel all the sensitive little nerve endings.

Jaq was writhing on the bed. Her legs now over my shoulders and her hands gripping my head through my long, dark hair, holding me to my task. I could feel her speaking as much as hear her. Her legs were close around my head.

“Ooooh, fuck me, Jill,” she was saying. “Tongue fuck me you sweet, beautiful……….Oh, sweet Jesus. Fuck me! That is so fucking good.”

And it was. She was delicious and I could almost feel what she was feeling. I know I was throbbing down there but I had a job to do and I wanted to do it well!

“Oh Yes! Oh Yeeeessss! Oh, Jill fucking hell YEEEEESSSSSSSSS! You’re making my fucking cunt sing you filthy fucking whore. Use it, darling. Tongue fuck me you bitch! Bring me off. Let me cum all over your fucking whore face you…..AAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!”

Her hips were bucking and her hands pressed my face into her so hard I thought she was trying to force my head inside her.

Then it came.. I had my mouth fully open and had just gulped in a mouthful of air and she came and flooded me. It was like a – well – it was like nothing I’d ever known. Even Immy when she came didn’t produce that much and she was easy to swallow but Jaq pumped shot after shot of hot cum into me. Try as I might there was now way I could drink all that and it spilled over my face and down my body. Her muscles were soo taut they were shaking. It was almost as if she was having a fit

“Jill! Oh Fuck, Jill,” she said as she came slowly down again. “That was so fucking great! You are a natural.”

She pulled me onto her and I looked down and smiled.

“You’re covered!” she laughed. “Sorry, I should have told you I squirt.”

“Don’t worry. I can repay in kind.”

“She laughed and we re-arranged ourselves on the bed and kissed while she regained her composure. I felt her fingers between my legs gently opening me and probing inside me. I was very, very wet and she finger fucked me bringing little waves of pleasure and tingles through my body.

“You have a very sexy cunt,” she said. “I always thought you would have.”

Again I was surprised that the word came so easily to my lips.

“I’m glad you like it because you have a sensational cunt.”

She laughed and said. “Well then, I think it’s about time I went and got very, very well acquainted with the lady.

She twisted and I lay back and opened my legs wide for her. As she kissed her way once again over my belly, I said.

“Just don’t treat her too much like a lady. I like the whore bit.”

Jaq looked up and grinned and then plunged head first into my open cunt and I almost screamed with the sudden pleasure of her tongue working on me. She was certainly an expert and I was soon writhing and then bucking as she probed into me and worked on my clit. I was cumming within moments and she took the full force of my cum in her mouth. I hardly knew she had moved but felt her leg slide under me from the other direction and our cunts were pressed together. She was rubbing mine with hers and the feeling, all slippery with our mingled juices. I swear I could feel her clit against mine and I came. Hard. Once, twice. And so did she. On an up stroke and I got the full force and it was inside me. It was so strong it forced its way deep inside my body. And I came right back at her though I doubt I penetrated.

I don’t know how many times I came but I do know she matched me one for one until we could do it no more. Our cunts were sore.

Jaq tisted around and I put my arms around her as she lay her head on my shoulder. Her right hand holding and stroking my left tit. Her thumb working and kneading the nipple.

“I never thought this would ever happen,” she said softly

“Up until a few weeks ago, I didn’t know this happened between women,” I replied. “My mother has a lot to answer for.”

“Mmmm.” There was silence before she spoke again. “Can we do this again?”

I twisted my face to look at her and smiled then planted a kiss on her nose.

“I think this is going to happen a lot, don’t you?” I said.

“What about Immy?”

I thought for a moment.

“Immy and I have been very close recently. She sleeps in here with me unless she’s staying over at Karen’s but she’ll just have to get used to you in my life as I do with Karen in hers.”

“It’s just that I was wondering what would happen if I stayed over.”

“Well she’ll either have Karen, or be in her own room or……”


“Or we need to get a bed big enough to take us all.”

“Mmmmm,” Jaq said. “I think all will be well than.”

We slept.

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