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First Published: 06 February 2016

My Mother put me off boys but was it forever?
by Isabella

Story Code: M/F, M/FF, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism, Sexual Awakening

I can't remember there ever being a time when my mother didn't tell me to be careful around boys. I even remember going to a friend's birthday party when I was ten years old, my mother followed me out into the hallway so that we were out of earshot of my father and she said, "I'm sure that there will be boys at this party, be careful of them, they're only interested in one thing, don't let any boys get you on your own and don't go into a darkened room if there are any boys in there!"

When I was sixteen years old a boy finally did try it on, he thought he was a cowboy, cutting a heifer out of the herd so he could place his brand on her. Sadly for him and I'm sure, for me too, twenty-two thousand lectures from my mother on the danger of boys was a difficult mountain to get over, needless to say, I ran a mile with my mother's words ringing in my ears.

I think I was on track to be one of those sad old spinsters who lived alone or with a million cats or who looked after elderly relatives. Well, that was until my eighteenth birthday, I was working as a clerical trainee at the local council offices, I'd asked for the day off because it was my birthday but we were in the middle of a flu epidemic so no one was allowed to have holidays, I can't remember if it was the Spanish flu, the Mexican flu or the quarterfinal of the Italian flu, all I can remember is that Germany knocked England out on penalties four to three. Anyway I was standing at the bus stop with Mary another trainee like me and she suddenly turned to a man standing behind us and said, "It's my friend Vicky's eighteenth birthday today."

I turned to see who she was talking to and the man gathered me into his arms and planted his lips on top of mine. My first ever kiss with a boy...well man, who wasn't a member of my close family. I fought for a minute to try and get away but he was a great bear of a man and he just held me until I stopped fighting. He was still kissing me when our bus arrived and Mary had to tap the guy on his shoulder to get his attention onto the fact that our bus was loading.

Mary and I went to the top floor of the bus and took a pair of seats together, I was just about to vent my fury on Mary for what she'd done when the man came over and sat across the aisle from me. He made small talk with me all the way to my village, as I stood up he told me his name was Johnny, "I hope we can chat again sometime Victoria!"

I just smiled at Johnny and scowled at Mary as I said my good-byes and left the bus. I walked through my front door and my mother came into the hallway to welcome me and wish me a happy birthday. I found myself blushing instantly under my mother's scrutiny. We had a birthday family tea, dinner or supper depending on where you come from in the world, and by world I do mean that space between Hadrian's Wall and the Isle of Wight.

Every member of my family ended up kissing me during the evening but not one of those kisses had a kick to it that kissing the guy at the bus stop had. When I went to bed I relived that kiss over and over again, I found it really difficult to get to sleep. I didn't really understand why but I had a really bad itch between my thighs that was begging to be scratched all night long.

In the morning I waited at the bus stop, I spotted Mary on the top deck as usual, I looked around the bottom deck, no sign of Johnny, didn't know if I was happy or not, I climbed the stairs slowly and looked around before I finally crested the stairs and plopped into the seat at Mary's side, Johnny wasn't on the top deck either...okay, I'll admit it, I was a little disappointed that Johnny wasn't on the bus.

I started talking to Mary, I wasn't mad at her for getting me kissed anymore, actually I was too tired to be angry but at least that annoying itch had disappeared. The bus travelled three stops, we had arrived in the centre of the next village to mine and I spotted Johnny standing at the bus stop. He ran up the stairs and took the seat next to mine across the aisle again and that damned itch returned.

Johnny made small talk with me again; we actually got to know each other quite well on the long, slow, trip into town. I asked why he got off at one stop and got on at another a mile closer to town. I'd actually answered myself I'd invented a reason that his wife had dropped him off at the other village because he'd missed the bus in his own village but the real answer was that he'd stopped on the bus way passed his own stop just so he could talk to me for a little longer. About a quarter of a mile from the terminus Johnny suddenly blurted an invitation for me to go for a drink with him after work as it was Friday. Mary pushed me out of my seat and down the aisle, she looked over her shoulder back at Johnny, "We'll be at the Briers on Brambleside at six-thirty tonight." And then I was pushed down the stairs and into the flow of passengers leaving the lower floor of the bus.

We almost had to run the rest of the way to work because the bus had taken so long to get into town and as we ran I was trying to protest, "You know that I can't just go to the pub after work, my mum would have a fit!"

"Victoria Porter, you're an adult now, you're eighteen years old and are a working girl. You don't need your parent's permission to go to a pub for a drink after work, if it will bother her, just give her a ring and tell her you'll be late home because you're going for a drink with me after work."

Well, long story short, I did ring my mother, I did tell her that I was going for a drink, I listened to a ten minute lecture on the...you guessed it, dangers of boys, especially boys that hung around in pubs after work. Mary was watching me as I sat and took my lecture; she was making 'Under the thumb' gestures at me and that made me more mad than hearing the two thousand two hundred and first lecture on the dangers of boys.

"Mum, I'm actually going to meet a man in the pub, my friend Mary will be there to prevent him raping me this time!"

The telephone went quiet and I instantly regretted my outburst, "Mum, I'm sorry, I won't be late home, just a quick drink with a friend!"

My mother hung up the phone without replying. Mary was clapping my outburst but I definitely didn't feel good about what I'd done. It took five years to get from one o'clock to five forty-five and knocking off time, Mary and I walked together to the Briers, it wasn't the closest pub to work but it was the least rowdy, it was a bit of a gastro pub later in the evening but at six o'clock the main bar was just a quiet drinking lounge.

Johnny was already there, he had a full pint in front of him at the bar, he brought Mary and me a drink and the three of us took a table in the corner where Johnny started the small-talk again. He noticed that I wasn't in a very good place and started working on me to get what was troubling me out in the open. Mary spotted a guy that took her fancy and went to talk to him while explained all about my mother and the way she had dedicated her life to keeping me way past arm's length of any boys.

Mary was soon back at our table with Gary and another drink. Mary and Gary were just short of fucking there at the table and Johnny saw that their actions were bothering me. "Shall we finish our drinks and I'll get you home?"

I smiled at him and nodded my head. He drained his glass and I struggled to get half way down my rum and coke so Johnny told me to leave it if I wanted to get off. He held my hand as we walked from the pub; we just walked slowly towards the stand where the bus to our village left from. We turned the corner and the seven thirty bus was on the stand, we ran like mad but came up fifty yards short and the bus was gone without ever looking back.

"The next bus is eight thirty; you want me to get us a taxi?"

"God no, that's far too expensive, it's only an hour to wait!"

Johnny unfastened his overcoat, I thought he was going to offer it to me as a gallant gesture, I was about to refuse but he opened his coat and wrapped me up in it, "I've heard that shared body warmth is very important to surviving these arctic expeditions."

I was surprised that he hadn't tried to kiss me while I was snuggled inside his coat, I did feel something grow between us though and I went to pull away from his body. "I'm sorry about that, it's just a natural reaction to being in close proximity to a beautiful girl, I promise I won't try anything to embarrass you!"

The eight thirty bus turned up fifteen minutes early so we could get in the warmth. Johnny took me right to the back if the upper deck where the bench seat was, he sat in the corner and I sat next to him. "Were all alone on the bus, even the driver can't see us back here, you could sit on my knee if you like, I promise I won't try anything inappropriate."

I considered Johnny's invitation, he had kept his word for the previous forty-five minutes, we had just cuddled inside of his coat and talked, he hadn't even tried to kiss me, his manhood had fallen asleep after the first five minutes, mind you, it had woken twice in the time I was swaddled in his coat but each time it pressed into me Johnny apologised, it seemed to just be something men had to put up with. I shrugged my shoulders and smiled up into his face as I lifted out of my seat, turned sideways on to him, the lump in his trousers was present before my bottom touched his lap and so I ended up sitting on it, squashing it against his thigh.

"Oh, I'm sorry, isn't that painful?"

Johnny grinned at me, "The most beautiful kind of pain I assure you!"

Johnny leaned into me and I closed my eyes and his lips covered mine tenderly. We kissed for fifteen minutes until the driver started the engine of the bus, I knew that Johnny was enjoying our kiss because every so often his cock would stiffen under my bottom and relax again. When the bus turned into Johnny's village I went to get off of his knee but he stopped me, "Your stop is coming up!"

"That's okay, I'm sticking with you, I want this feeling to last for as long as possible!"

We kissed again until we reached my stop, this time Johnny didn't ride on one extra stop like he had the day before, he followed me down the stairs. Once again, as soon as we were off the bus he took a hold of my hand, I had a micro-panic, this was my village, everyone in this village knew my mother, if we were seen walking along hand in hand word would get back to my mother before I did. I stopped short of my corner, "I live down this street!"

"How far down?"

"Last but one house on the left."

"Lovely!"

Johnny kissed me, just a gentle peck on my lips and then he gripped my hand even tighter and he pulled me around the corner reluctantly, I was digging my heels in to try and stop him pulling my down the path but it was useless, Johnny was far too strong for me to stop him dragging me home so I reluctantly let him pull me down to my garden gate. Johnny released my hand at the gate but he followed me down the path. I was fumbling with my keys when my mother yanked the door open, she had a face like thunder and was just about to let fly when Johnny stuck his right hand out, "You must be Victoria's mother, I'm pleased to meet you Mrs. Porter. Victoria has told me so much about you!"

The dragon inside my mother was defeated by simple social convention. She had to shake his hand, it would have been unthinkable for her to snub his offer, Johnny lifted my right hand to his lips and kissed the back of it, "Thank you for coming for a drink with me Victoria, have a good, rest of the evening. Good night Mrs. Porter, a pleasure to meet you!"

Johnny didn't turn right at the gate; he turned to the left, turned towards the field path that led to our neighbouring village. My mother looked a little confused but she no longer looked angry I saw the question mark on her face, "He lived in that village!"

"But the bus went through his village before it came here, why didn't he get off there?"

I thought quickly, "Well, my friend Mary didn't want to come home this early so I would have had to come home on the bus on my own, Johnny said he had to see me right to the door, even if it meant walking the mile or so back home across the unlit field paths."

I saw my mother melt at Johnny's apparent 'Old World' charm and she stepped aside so I could go into the house but she remained on the doorstep watching as Johnny disappeared into the darkness. I'd steeled myself to have an argument with my mother because of what I'd said on the phone earlier. I went through to the kitchen, my dinner was on a plate in the oven and there was gravy in the saucepan waiting to be reheated. I busied myself in getting my dinner ready to eat and my mother came into the kitchen.

"Where did you meet that young man?"

I've seen him on the bus every day since I started working..." I lied. "...Mary used to chat with him and yesterday she told him that it was my birthday, he gave me a birthday kiss and this morning he asked us both if we would like to go for a drink with him."

"And tonight, did he kiss you tonight?"

I nodded my head, "When?"

"When we were on the bus on our way home."

"Did he touch you?"

"Hard to kiss someone without at least touching lips!"

"Don't get smart with me missy, you know what I mean, did he touch you in any way that I would consider inappropriate?"

I took a deep breath, "No mummy, he didn't touch me in any way, he just kissed me."

I had my fingers crossed that no one had actually seen me sitting on Johnny's knee on the bus snogging, anyone who had seen us wouldn't have thought what we were doing was innocent even though in real life it was quite innocent on my part, less innocent on Johnny's part though, the number of times his cock had grown and relaxed during our almost two hours together after we left the pub.

My mother and I spent the rest of the evening sitting together watching TV until I went to bed. That bloody itch was there between my legs again, the thoughts of Johnny were filling my head and there was a phantom feeling against my bottom reminding me where his cock pressed into me as I sat on his knee. My hand slipped down into my knickers, I scratched at the itch and it blew my mind. I'd never been tempted to touch that particular part of my body outside the bathroom before and in the bathroom I'd always felt guilty, dirty and perverted for washing that part of my body. It dawned on me that I must have touched myself there when I was younger, had this feeling of pleasure, hell I did remember, I was nine years old and my mother caught me in the bathtub washing my pleasure spot vigorously and she made such a big deal about it that it frightened me out of touching myself for half of my life.

The miracle of it was that Johnny had re-awoken that part of my life without even realising what he was doing. I took myself just into that breathless state that women understand as a petite orgasm, men couldn't do that, men either climaxed or they didn't, they didn't really have different levels, different flavours or different colours of orgasms, just all or nothing.

I slept like a baby as soon as I got my breath back. In the morning, at eight o'clock I heard voices in the hallway by the front door. I didn't bother getting dressed, I didn't even bother with a dressing gown, I just went down stairs as I had been dressed for bed, clean knickers, virgin white nighty and no bra.

The voices were now coming from the kitchen; I eased the kitchen door open, the kettle had been put on the stove to boil, my mother was putting two cups out and spooning coffee into the cups. She spotted me in the doorway, "Good morning darling, just look what your friend has brought us!"

I was totally shocked at my mother's reaction to me being there in the doorway in just my nighty and knickers, only a few days earlier she had chased me back to my own bedroom after I'd walked into the kitchen dressed the same way and there was just the two of us in the house that time.

I walked into the kitchen slowly; I had no idea how to react to wearing so little clothing with a man in the house. Because there was just the two of us living in the house there were only two chairs at the kitchen table and my mother was sitting in her seat and Johnny was sitting in mine. There was a box on the table, two lettuce heads, fresh beetroots, carrots, horse radishes, spring onions and a cucumber in the box, my mother smiled at me, "Johnny grew all of these vegetables and brought these over for us, the busses haven't even started running so he walked all the way here."

I was a little shocked at the change in my mother in just a few hours. The kettle started to boil, "Do you want tea or coffee darling?"

"Tea please mother."

I was still moving slowly towards the table, my mother jumped up and got a third cup, dropped a teabag in it and then poured the boiling water in the three cups. Johnny reached out and grasped me by my hips, he pulled me down onto his knee and then linked his fingers together on my belly. My mother saw what Johnny had done, her face stiffened momentarily but then she relaxed again because I was sitting perfectly still on Johnny's knee and his hands were just resting on my belly, no stroking, no fiddling, no movement at all. The only movement was as he kissed the back of my neck.

We sat drinking tea for a while and my mother took a phone call, one of our neighbours needed to talk to her, she was just ringing to make sure that my mother was in; I heard panic in my mother's voice, "No, no...I'll come around to see you, I'll be there in a few minutes!"

My mother kissed me on my cheek and whispered, "Behave yourself!" in my ear.

I was almost speechless, I had at least expected my mother to make me sit on her seat opposite Johnny before she left but she didn't. "Your mother's so funny, I got a lift over here with my veg but I told her that I'd walked over, I was just going to go, my mate was waiting at the end of the street for me but your mother insisted on inviting me in for a coffee, hopefully he's gone by now because I've been here ages."

Johnny turned my face towards him, we kissed for a few minutes before he asked me to turn around and face him. I stood, turned and realised that I'd need to open my legs very wide to sit on Johnny's knee whilst facing him. I had to pull my nighty up my thighs quite high to get my legs wide enough. When I sat back down I realised that I needed three arms really, the third one to scoop my nighty under my bottom so now I was sitting with my bare thighs pressing against his trousers.

Johnny pulled me closer into him and kissed me again, he had pulled me close that my pussy area was pressing against his cock, this time when his little fella woke up it was pressing into my crotch instead of my buttocks. "Your tits look fantastic like this!"

Johnny leaned in and kissed my tits through my nighty. "Would you think I was a pervert if I told you that seeing you like this makes me want to wank myself off?"

I was a little shocked that Johnny had used the word 'Wank' but when I thought back to the evening before and what I'd done to myself, what I'd done and the way I'd totally relaxed after doing it.

"Have I got to go to the bathroom to do it?"

God, he took my moment of retrospection as some kind of disgust on my part, I had to jump into action because Johnny was moving me off of his lap, "No, oh God no, do it here, do you...do you need a little, well, a hand?"

Johnny smiled at me, "No, you can't help me; you need to be able to tell your mother that you didn't touch me and that I didn't touch you!"

Johnny slipped his hand under my nighty but he didn't come close to touching me, he opened his trousers and started rubbing his cock while we kissed, he pulled his mouth away from mine, "You might want to lift your nighty out of the way!"

I lifted the front of my nighty right up under my breasts and I watched as Johnny let fly all over my panties. "Nice knickers baby, well they were until I spoiled them!"

That bloody itch was back inside my pussy again. I eased back off of Johnny's knee carefully so that my nighty didn't touch the splattering of spunk over my knickers and lower abdomen. I pulled my knickers down and used the back to clean up my belly. Johnny sat there watching me and I suddenly felt very exposed. Johnny still had his trousers wide open and even though his cock was sleeping, the fact that I was now standing there with my knickers off and my nighty bunched up under my breasts with Johnny looking at my hairy pussy mound. In my mind I thought that Johnny was going to jump me and insist on fucking me.

"Do you like to masturbate?"

My red-face switch was flicked on, I couldn't believe that I'd just watched Johnny wank, he had seen my secret garden exposed and it was him asking me if I like to masturbate that made me blush.

"Oh come on, it's just a natural act, everyone does it."

I mumbled, "Well I don't, well, didn't before last night!"

"You masturbated last night?"

I nodded my head.

"Were you thinking about me when you did it?"

My face reddened more, and after a long pause I nodded my head again.

"Do you want to do it again now so that I can watch you?"

I shrugged my shoulders; I had no idea if it was the right thing to do in front of a man that was so much older than me and that I'd only really known for three days.

"Come on, I enjoyed you watching me, you never know, you might get a kick out of me watching you do it to yourself, I promise you that I won't touch you."

I let Johnny pull me onto his knee again, I was sitting a little further back this time, "Go on, show me how you do it!"

It took me ages to pluck up the courage to put my hand between my legs and rub my clitoris.

"Lift up your nighty further, let me see your breasts!"

I pulled my nighty up under my chin so now almost all of my body was exposed to Johnny and then I began to rub again. Johnny was watching me with a smile on his face and his cock started to inflate again and he started rubbing his cock again. I took myself to the point where my breathing changed and I stopped. ~"What are you doing?"

"I've finished."

"No you haven't, it's a pity that I've promised that I won't touch you, I'd show you what an orgasm is, keep going, come on, start again but do it for longer this time."

I reluctantly started rubbing my clitoris again, Johnny encouraged me to rub faster, rub harder and when I started to breath heavily he encouraged me to go still further, my body started to jerk uncontrollably and as I fell against Johnny's chest gasping for breath he fired off again, this time his semen rocketed all over my breasts.

"You'd better go and get cleaned up, might be an idea to run the washing machine before your mum spots your spunk covered knickers and nighty."

I ran up to my bedroom and as I cleaned myself up with a towel I heard a lawnmower in our back garden, Johnny was mowing our seriously unkempt and neglected rear lawn, it was mid-winter and people would never usually cut the grass in the winter but we'd had a few dry days and nothing could ever have made our lawn any worse than it already was. Johnny was edging the lawn when my mother got home; I'd filled the washing machine and had started it running. I'd dressed in my casual clothes and was in the kitchen getting lunch started, I was preparing enough food for the three of us. My mother was over the moon with the way Johnny had resurrected out flagging lawn.

I sat on Johnny's knee again when we ate lunch together and at three o'clock Johnny kissed me passionately in front of my mother before heading off home. On Saturday evening my mother and I watched TV again, my mother was singing Johnny's praises, I'd never seen my mother like this before. Until that day I would have classed my mother as clinically depressed, she had been depressed since I was born so I'd never seen her in any other state but miserable. As far as I could gather from eavesdropping in on family conversations when I was younger, my mother had met my father at a church picnic, she was sixteen and he was nineteen, he had fed her a large bottle of cider during the day and then, while my grandmother was helping to pack away the picnic, my father took my mother into a barn and took her virginity.

That would have been that, my father never intended ever talking to my mother again, he was the kind of boy that just wanted to break a girl in and then move on but his plan failed because I started to grow inside my mother's belly. My father refused to take the blame, as far as he was concerned my mother was as much to blame as he was. Well, my mother's father had other ideas and...well, let's not dwell on the ins and outs of the situation but as soon as my grandfather got involved my father changed his mind and the two were married very quickly before I was showing too much.

Nothing was ever said but I don't think they ever had sex again, even after they married and that probably accounted for my mother's depression, that and the fact that my dad ran away when I was about eight or nine years old.

I actually stopped watching TV and spent two hours just looking at my mother because I couldn't believe that she could hold her smile for that long, I was just waiting for her smile to turn back into her usual frown. We had wine with our dinner and we played a board game or even a bored game before bed. We always slept late on Sundays, I woke at eleven o'clock and that was really early for me, I looked out of my bedroom window and saw an unusual change had happened in the night. The long flowerbed at the side of the lawn or rather what had been the weed bed had been turned over and there wasn't a weed in sight. I ran down the stairs expecting to find Johnny resting, sitting on the backdoor step. I yanked the backdoor open and a note drifted to the floor. The note must have been jammed in the gap between the door and the doorframe.

It was nice to find a note from Johnny but I was disappointed that he wasn't there waiting on the doorstep to kiss me good morning. My mother appeared behind me, "You're up early!"

"Not early enough, I've missed Johnny!"

My mother took the note, 'I hope you don't mind, I had a few hours to kill this morning and as you all seemed to be in bed I made a start on your boarder. I had to pop off home for lunch but if you don't have anything on this afternoon, my village is playing your village at football on the pitch at the back of your church. Kick-off is at two thirty if you're free. If not, I'll see you on the bus tomorrow morning Victoria. XXX'

"Oww, why didn't he knock the door, I'd have been happy to get up early to make him a cup of tea."

I was taken aback by my mother's comment, I'd known my mother most of my life and I'd never heard her even hint at being willing to get up early on a Sunday morning before. My mother pushed me out of the back door, I was reluctant to go out as all I had on was my nighty and knickers and it was bloody cold outside. We walked down the garden, my mother had her arm over my shoulder, I looked at her for the first time, she was only wearing her nighty as well and when I say only, I mean only, I could see the dark triangle of hair through the thin cotton of her nighty, she hadn't slept in her knickers like me, or perhaps she had and had taken them off when she went for her early morning pee.

We walked all the way to the end of the garden, Johnny had made a good job of turning over the soil in our boarder and there was a mountain of weeds sitting on top of the pile of yesterday's grass clippings on what we laughingly called our compost heap.

"He's a good hard worker; this will look lovely in the spring with a few flowers growing in there."

"Mum, we might not be alive to see the spring if we both die of hypothermia before then!"

My mother laughed, no I wasn't surprised that my mother laughed, I was surprised to find out that she even knew how to laugh, I'd never heard it before. We cooked dinner, my mother seemed to be in a hurry and then I remembered that kick off was at two thirty and we usually didn't eat until three o'clock on a Sunday. My mother didn't change out of her nighty until after we'd eaten, that was so unusual for her, she was usually fastidious about being dressed, not just her, both of us yet here we were, standing at the kitchen sink washing our lunch pots and still both dressed in our nighties.

"We'd better get dressed, wear something warm. It will be very windy on the sports field."

"Are you coming to watch Johnny playing football too?"

"Of course I am, well, if you don't mind that is!"

"No, I'm just surprised that's all."

We both dressed warmly and walked along arm in arm. We walked down to the church, through the churchyard and out into the sports field. The match had already started but it hadn't been going for very long, everyone was reasonably clean; there had been a short shower over lunch so the football pitch was quite muddy. I spotted Johnny, he was calling for the ball, he was just in their half of the pitch, his team mate lofted the ball over the heads of two of our village players, the ball was heading into touch so no one seemed to bother chasing it. Johnny jumped, stopped the ball with his chest, dropped it to his feet and was off down the wing.

It was at about that point when Johnny spotted me and my mother walking towards the pitch, his attention was divided between looking over at us and grinning as he showed off his football skills and the goal, he really should have ignored me and my mother and concentrated on...perhaps Chris Dillon for a start who was crossing the pitch like a guided missile locked onto Johnny, he gave me a wink and a grin as Chris Dillon slid in with both feet aiming at the ball. I had to give Johnny a four point five for artistic interpretation and he performed a triple forward roll with a half-pike finish into the corner flag. Chris had punched the ball into touch but because Johnny wasn't paying full attention he failed to step over Chris's legs.

The ref ran over, he pulled a yellow card from his breast pocket, shook the card at Chris and blew his whistle, then he swapped the yellow card for a red one and blew his whistle again. I expected Johnny to spring back onto his feet and run after the ball to put it back into play but he just lay there in a crumpled ball wrapped around the corner flag. The ref jogged over to Johnny and spoke to him, the ref was joined by Johnny's team captain and just as my mother and I reached the group Johnny's captain was shouting to his substitute to get out of his tracksuit and take Johnny's place.

"What can we do with Johnny, there isn't a changing rooms or pavilion here and our minibus had gone off to do another delivery for an hour, it's too cold to leave him out here."

My mother stepped in, "Johnny could come to our house, we'll look after him."

Johnny was dazed and confused but he regained his marbles long enough to say, Hi Vicky darling, I'm glad you could make it."

In my mind I could see the little bluebirds flying around Johnny's head, he had that cartoon, piano dropped on his head, kind of look. Johnny had mud up to his armpits from his roll-around but my mother didn't care, she stepped right in and hunkered her shoulder under Johnny's armpit. I stepped in a little more reluctantly, I hated mud and within a second I was plastered in it from Johnny's football kit.

It didn't take long to get Johnny to our house, one of the few advantages of living in a very small village. We took Johnny around the back and sat him on the backdoor step while my mother started digging for the laces on Johnny's football boots, Johnny came to his senses a little, "I'm too muddy to go in the house, just get me something to wrap around me and I'll sit out here until the bus comes."

We dragged Johnny up the stairs to the bathroom; my mother flicked the heating on as we passed through the kitchen. My mother pulled his socks off, His feet are freezing, better not make the bath too hot or he'll get chilblains, we'll start the bath out cool and them add more hot water to it as he gets warm. I put the plug in the hole and turned on the hot and cold taps. Johnny was sitting on the edge of the bath and it looked like he was about to fall over so I steadied him, "Mum, shouldn't we call an ambulance; he could have concussion or something."

"We just need to keep an eye on him; he isn't too bad really at the moment, if he gets worse, then we'll call an ambulance."

My mother pulled Johnny's shirt and vest off together, then I helped him to stand while my mother pulled his shorts and underpants off, there was one additional item of clothing, an athletic supporter, that was off in a flash and suddenly Johnny was standing in our bathroom totally naked, fortunately Johnny's little fella was content to behave himself and just lolled there looking at the floor while my mum and I helped Johnny into the bath. My mother was behind him slightly and I was in front. When Johnny was sure that my mother couldn't see him he winked at me and gave me a mischievous grin. He obviously wasn't as badly hurt as he was pretending to be.

My mother and I stood there looking at Johnny as he sat in the lukewarm water, my mother decided that it was time to increase the temperature of the water in the tub and as she went to the taps Johnny nodded to the soap dish and mouthed, "Want to wash me?"

I picked up the soap and started to wash his back, my mother looked at me and said, "Looks like you could do with a wash too, you have mud all in your hair and down your neck!"

Johnny let his head rock from side to side as if he was still dazed, "You could join me in the bath, your mother is here to keep you safe and I promised you ages ago that I wouldn't try to take your virginity because you told me that you wanted to keep it as a present for your husband."

I looked shocked, I froze momentarily and then slowly looked into my mother's eyes, she nodded, "I think that's a very sensible thing to want to save until your wedding day." I was now rubbing soap over Johnny's very muscular chest. I was still looking into my mother's eyes as my hands rubbed soap down over Johnny's stomach. I saw my mother lick her lips and then she swallowed hard before she gestured her head towards the tub, she raised her eyebrows and then she said, "Perhaps you should, I think your top is probably ruined but the sooner it gets into soak the more chance I have of saving it...My mother picked up Johnny's football kits from the floor and then she held out her hand for me to take my top off and hand it over. "...I'll be five minutes; I'll rinse the mud out of Johnny's kit and pop it in the machine and I'll make us all a cup of tea."

I stripped totally naked and joined Johnny in the bath; I knelt between his legs while my mum went down the stairs I began washing his legs. Johnny waited until he heard my mother in the kitchen, "She'll be gone for at least fifteen minutes, she thinks I'm going to fuck you!"

"You're crazy."

"How long do you think it's been since your mother last had sex?"

I shrugged my shoulders, Johnny turned me around and pulled me against him so that my bottom was pressing against his balls and his cock was standing up against my back.

"How long has your dad been gone?"

"More than ten years."

"Has she had a boyfriend since he left?"

I shook my head.

"So, you think she needs a good fuck?"

I chuckled; Johnny could feel my body quake under my chuckle through his fingers that were rubbing over my belly.

"I think I would have said no if you had asked me last week but this week, she has cheered up so much since meeting you, she's a lot happier today than I've ever seen her in my life before."

"Would it make you feel uncomfortable or jealous if I fucked your mother?"

I looked over my shoulder at him and he leaned in and kissed me, "The thing is, masturbation is nice and all that but...well, eventually a man needs to have a fuck, if it would upset or offend you I won't try but I really think your mother is desperate for sex and can't remember how to go about getting it."

He kissed me again, "It honestly won't mean anything to me, I'd rather fuck you but your friend Mary made it quite clear to me that it will take me a very long time to fuck you and I'm happy not to push you in any way."

He kissed me again but I pulled my mouth away from his, "When did you talk to Mary about me?"

"Ah! Well it's like this! I saw you and Mary on the bus on your first day at work last June and since then I've sat as close to you as I could so I could...okay, this sounds like I've been stalking you for nine months but bear with me...if I was just interested in getting you into bed it would have been easy, I'd have played you like a fiddle and been in your pussy by July last year but I didn't just want sex. From the first day I saw you I knew that you were the one, the one that made my heart sing every morning and again every night."

Johnny kissed me again; there was the sound of a kettle being put on the stove to boil.

"We're already past five minutes; I told you she was leaving us long enough to have sex. Anyway, last Wednesday I stayed on the bus to see where you and Mary got off the bus. When you got off and Mary stayed on, so did I! I explained to her that I was desperate to get to know you and that's when she told me about how you'd grown up terrified to even talk to boys. We hatched the plan for her to tell me about it being your birthday and that I should just kiss you. She even told me that I'd have to hold on tight because you'd fight me off like crazy and she was bloody right, that bruise on my shin wasn't from football, that was you fighting to get away on Thursday!"

We kissed again and then I told him about how my mother fell pregnant at the age of sixteen. It was Johnny's turn to look shocked, "You mean that your mother is only six years older than me, I thought that she was closer to fifty!"

"She does look older, mind you, if you had seen her this morning when she saw that you'd dug our flowerbed over and cleared the weeds you would have thought she was twenty not thirty four!"

Johnny grinned at me as the kettle began to whistle. "She'll be up in a minute; I'll wash you before she gets here. What do you think then, shall I try to fuck your mother or just wank myself again when I get home?"

"Well, I think you're crazy, she won't do it and she might change her mind about you being a suitable boyfriend for me but give it a try if you need too."

My mother took that moment to start coming up the stairs, and she was making a big deal out of it too so we were in no doubt that she was on her way, probably to give Johnny enough time to get his cock out of me.

Johnny whispered, "As soon as she comes in, you get out of the bath and go to your bedroom to get dried, give me a while to work on your mother."

I did just as Johnny said but instead of going to my bedroom to dry off I just stood outside the bathroom door. "How are you feeling now Johnny?"

"Well my head is a little better thanks...can I call you Betty or do you prefer Elizabeth?"

My mother's voice sounded a little strained, "Either is fine with me!"

"Well Betty, my head is much better but now I have this massive problem!"

I peeked around the bathroom door as Johnny stood up in the bath, "The problem is Betty, I'm just a man, I have a man's needs and desires and I know that you gave me and Vicky enough time for me to get rid of this but I really did promise her that I wouldn't try anything with her until her wedding day, hopefully with me but who knows, she might choose to marry another man..." Johnny had reached out to take my mother's hand and he used her to steady himself as he stepped out of the tub and then he pulled her hand down and placed it on his cock. "I've spoken to Victoria about this many times, she understands a man's needs, she's told me often to go to a professional for help, she even said that her friend Mary wouldn't mind helping me out but I think that making love to you would be the closest thing to having sex with Vicky and I was wondering if you'd be willing to help me out!"

I heard my mother gasp, Johnny kissed her tenderly on her lips and then he stepped back slightly, he had let go of my mother's hand and she was still holding his erect cock. "I'm not suggesting doing this behind Vicky's back, she told me to ask you and if you agree I want Vicky to be right there with us, seeing someone having sex might help her over her fear of it, she might not be so worried about her wedding day."

I could see my mother's reflection in the mirror, I could tell that her head was in a spin and when Johnny stepped back into her, her head lifted, her eyes closed and her lips pursed in readiness for the kiss. The kiss was much longer this time and my mother was massaging his cock rapidly until he grasped her wrist to stop her. He whispered, "I could cum that way by myself, what do you say, can I fuck you please Betty?"

I saw my mother nod her head and I ran for my bedroom. Johnny was still naked when he walked into my bedroom; he hadn't even bothered to wrap his body in a towel, "Your mother said yes."

Johnny took my right hand in his left and he turned to lead me out of my bedroom, my mother was leaning against the bathroom doorframe waiting for us, all thought of tea gone for now! Johnny caught hold of my mother's left hand with his right and he pulled both of us into my mother's bedroom.

I was released short of the bed and Johnny started kissing my mother as he undressed her, he turned to me and said, "Remember, if you feel uncomfortable or jealous at any time, just say stop and I will, remember Betty and I are only doing this for us, to help me to control myself when we're alone together!"

I sat on the foot of my mother's bed, Johnny didn't just undress my mother, he spent a lot of time making love to her, making sure that she was happy, making sure that she was ready for him when he finally laid her on her bed and introduced his cock into her vagina. At first my mother lay there, she almost looked like she was shocked or stunned and then suddenly she went crazy. I thought that she was trying to buck Johnny off of her but eventually she calmed down, it looked like she had passed out. Johnny stopped fucking her, he pulled me over to him and cuddled with me until my mother opened her eyes and said, "Wow, that was...well, I've never felt anything like that before in my life!"

Johnny rolled back over my mother and kissed her, "I'm glad you liked that, are you happy now?"

My mother nodded her head, "Did you cum?"

"No, I didn't get the chance to ask when your last period was so I thought I'd better hold back a little to be safe."

"It would've be safe, I'm due to come on my period on Monday or Tuesday, I would never have agreed to have sex with you if there was any danger, any danger at all, been there, done that!"

I was surprised, my mother had never talked to me about periods, my grandmother had that little talk with me many years before, actually, I probably had my first showing about the time that my mother started her warnings about boys so hearing my mother talking about her own period with Johnny who she had only known for three days was something of a shock.

"I thought the whole point of me letting you fuck me was to drive that particular daemon from your balls!"

"It is, it still is. I just wanted to make sure, you know, the heat of passion, I could have screwed up royally and anyway, once I've cum I'll be useless for the rest of the evening and I would really like to show Vicky more about the fun side of sex if you're willing to let me use you as a visual aid."

My mother looked over at me and for the first time since we'd been in her room she blushed and nodded her head. Johnny eased himself down her body a little and started to kiss her breasts, he bit the left one first and then the right and I saw my mother shiver, "You liked that?"

My mother nodded her head, "Did you breastfeed Victoria?"

My mother nodded her head again.

"Did you enjoy breastfeeding?"

My mother looked over at me again, she took a deep breath and then said, "I loved the closeness that breastfeeding brought me to Victoria but because of the strain between her father and me I never did really get as much out of breastfeeding as I should have."

Johnny slipped a little further down her body and he clamped his mouth over her cunt, I was reaching up to try and see what Johnny was doing but his head was blocking my view. My mother gasped and I slumped back down, there was absolutely no way I'd be able to see what Johnny was doing to my mother but it sounded like she really enjoyed whatever he was doing.

My mother gestured for me to go around Johnny and sit by her shoulder, "There, you can see what he's doing now..." Mum gasped and arched her back and then fell back. "...and he's bloody good at what he does!"

My mother wrapped her arm over my hips and pulled me into her side before losing control again momentarily. Now I had the perfect viewpoint down my mother's body and my view was improved momentarily when Johnny's mouth left her pussy and he put his right thumb on the skin between her clitoris and the start of her pubic hair, he pressed in and then pushed up and I saw her tiny clitoris pop out from beneath its hood. Johnny lined his mouth up carefully with her clitoris and he sucked it hard into his mouth. It was hard for Johnny to keep contact between his mouth and her clit as she began chaining orgasms together and tried to bounce off of her bed.

In the end my mother begged Johnny to stop and when he pulled his mouth away from my mother's pussy her clitoris looked like it had grown twice as long as it had started out. He blew down on it and my mother had another orgasm just from the feeling of his breath blowing over it. He let go of the skin above her clit and her hood tried to cover her bud again but because it was so swollen the hood couldn't go back into place but it was trying hard and Johnny and I kissed as we watched my mother going through orgasm after orgasm as the pressure on her clitoris increased until the hood was finally back in place.

Johnny left my side and he kissed my mother, "Betty, have you ever sucked a man's cock?"

My mother shook her head. "Are you willing to give it a try, just for Vicky's education?"

My mother looked down between her own legs, she looked like she was reliving the feeling Johnny gave her with his mouth and her body shivered once again, "I'll try but I don't want...you know...I don't want to finish you off in my mouth!"

"And I don't want that either Betty, I want to shoot my seed into your belly but at the end of playtime, not in the middle of it!"

My mother slipped down to Johnny's cock, there was no play, no skill, my mother just covered Johnny's cockhead with her mouth and sat there motionless. Johnny furrowed her forehead as he looked down at my mother, then he nosed his head at me and winked before a quick peck on the lips and he put his hand on the back of my head and pushed me towards my mother. I licked his cock shaft and my mother opened her eyes when she sensed my face so close to hers. I closed my mouth around his cock shaft and let it slide up towards hers. Our cheeks touched and then my mother lifted her head slightly but held his cockhead, I moved back down his cock shaft and my mother slipped lower again, then I started fondling Johnny's balls as I watched my mother putting a little more animation into giving Johnny oral sex.

My mother and Johnny played together for almost three hours when Johnny finally said, "I have to go soon, got to get up early to catch the bus to work in the morning, are you ready to take my seed Betty?"

My mother almost jumped onto her back and held her legs wide open. Johnny slipped between her thighs and fucked her like a steam hammer for thirty minutes before he grunted and his body started jerking the way I'd seen him doing the day before when he masturbated for me.

Johnny only had his tracksuit to go home in as his football kit was still soaking wet in our washing machine, I saw him out of the house, stood on the backdoor step totally naked and shivering as I kissed him good night and he put his hand between my legs and flicked my magic button a few times until I had a mini climax on his fingers and then he left me.

I went back to my mother's bedroom, she was fast asleep with a hand towel trapped between her legs to catch Johnny's spunk as it leaked out of her cunt, I pulled her covers over her naked body and thought to myself, 'If we have many Sundays like this it will be a great diet, one single meal at lunch time and the equivalent cardio-vascular exercise to take us around a marathon race.'

I returned to my own bedroom, I saw my clean nighty folded on the foot of my bed but I didn't bother with it, I just crawled under my duvet and fell asleep almost instantaneously with the images of my mother and Johnny fucking each other running through my head and into my dreams. In what just seemed like just a second of passing time I was woken by my mother saying or rather shouting "Fuck it!" in her bedroom before walking, still naked over to the bathroom to take a piss.

As she stepped out of the bathroom I said, "What's up, are we late?"

My mother stopped, she was heading back to her bedroom but turned and came into my room, "No, we still have thirty minutes, I needed the toilet and found a towel glued to a sensitive place..." I heard my mother shiver, "...your bedroom is a lot colder than mine, shove over a bit."

I moved away from my mother and she slipped into bed at my side, "My room is always colder because I like to have my bedroom window open all night!"

My mother slipped her arm under my shoulders and pulled me into her, she kissed my collarbone and said, "I think it's time to get to a double bed now that you've met Johnny!"

"I don't need a bigger bed, not until I get married."

"Vicky darling, I have to apologise to you for frightening you off of boys for so long, your father really did put me off men for many years, your boyfriend is totally different and I'm sure that he'll look after you properly for the rest of your life now just cuddle up to me and try and get another half hours sleep!"

I caught the bus to work, found Mary in her usual place but not her usual countenance, her eyes were red and puffy and she was quiet and sullen and for the first time in a million years she didn't want to talk. I still hadn't managed to get anything out of Mary when Johnny got on the bus. There wasn't a seat for Johnny close to Mary and me and you aren't allowed to stand on the upper deck of the bus so Johnny asked me to stand up and he slipped into my seat under me. Johnny wanted to smoother me in kisses but then he noticed the look of concern on my face, he questioned me with his eyes and I just nodded towards Mary.

Johnny started working on Mary, it only took him a few minutes to get her talking, he had been asking her about how her drink had gone after we'd left her on Friday.

"I wish I had caught the bus home with you on Friday instead of drinking with that bloke. Perhaps I'd still be with Paul; he dumped me on Friday night."

I was about to say something but Johnny stopped me, "Why Mary, what happened on Friday after we left?"

"Paul caught me having sex with someone in a car in the car park."

"Paul caught you fucking Bill in the car park you mean?"

"Not Bill, I don't know his name but Paul dragged me off of him and out of the back of the car and that's when I saw the condom he was wearing had torn and was hanging around his balls like a scarf. So now I don't have a boyfriend and I have two weeks of worry until my next period!"

Mary turned towards us; Johnny put his arm over her shoulder and pulled her into us so that she could sob into my breast. "So, we left you drinking with Bill but Paul caught you with a different man, how come?"

"I started out with Bill, I was in his car, he took a photograph of me on his phone and must have sent it to all of his friends, it was seeing the crowd of men around the car in the car park that made Paul come over and catch me with a different guy."

Johnny looked at me and gave me a half smile, "So, was it the second man you were caught with?"

Mary shook her head, then she looked at her closed fist, then she raised her thumb, then her index finger, middle finger and third finger and looked up and to the right, "The fourth I think."

And then we were in town at the terminus, Johnny kissed me goodbye and headed off to his office, Mary and I were early for once so we could take a slow walk into work, "Mary, you can't sit around being miserable for two weeks, you've got to do something about it, you can pop out to the chemists at lunch time, see about getting the morning after pill."

"It's too late for that; it's been three days now!"

"The Morning after pill is just a term, it can be used successfully for quite a few days after sex, I think sometimes they will even give the pill if you've missed your period but only by a few days, "I'll come with you if you want me to!"

At lunch time we walked to the big chemists in the town, I could tell that Mary was getting less and less enthusiastic about asking for the morning after pill the closer we got to the chemists shop. I almost had to drag her into the little consulting room to speak to the pharmacist. I actually had to take over telling the chemist what had happened, well, part of what had happened. I mentioned the fact that Mary was having sex with a man wearing a condom but that after they had finished she noticed that the condom had torn.

The pharmacist didn't even bat an eyelid, he just fetched the pill and handed it over to Mary with a cup of water and a word of advice, "Buy some sanitary towels before you leave, buy your usual brand but buy heavy flow because you're going to need them in about an hour."

Mary also got a hand full of pamphlets on the pros and cons of the different forms of contraception available and she left the chemists a much happier girl. We stopped off for a coffee on the way back to work, Mary had cheered up to such an extent that she suddenly remembered the trip in to work and me sitting on Johnny's knee and the kissing, "Hey, so after a weekend with Johnny do I take it that you're no longer a virgin?"

"Still a virgin!"

"Don't you lie to me Victoria Porter, Johnny had the look of a well fucked man this morning and I know that he could charm the knickers off of a nun!"

I just smiled into my cup of coffee. We'd chosen to stop for our coffee and slice of cake in a department store restaurant and our table overlooked the lingerie department. Mary looked over the balustrade and said, "Hey look, that woman in the 'hookers and tramps' section looks just like your mother!"

I looked down and smiled, "She looks nothing like my mother, look, she's smiling, you've never seen my mother smile before!"

"You're right, she is smiling and she has the look of a well fucked woman too, can't be your mother."

I stood up and leaned over the balustrade, "Mum, you want a coffee?"

My mother looked up and waved, then she checked her watch, "I've just got to pay for these few things and I'll be up, a chocolate muffin would be nice too darling."

I leaned away from the balustrade and looked at Mary, her mouth was flapping open, I put my finger under her chin and closed her mouth before walking away with Mary trying to ask me a raft of questions.

My mother had joined Mary at our table by the time I got back with her cup of coffee and cake. Mary was complimenting my mother on how young and pretty she looked and I could see that Mary was desperate to ask my mother why she was buying sexy lingerie but she daren't bring the subject up. I think my mother spotted that Mary was fizzing fit to burst because of what she'd seen my mother buying because she dipped into her shopping bag and pulled out a lingerie set, it was a pretty red satin outfit with black lace trim, half cup bra, thong and suspender belt, "What do you think this would look like on darling?"

I turned the packet slightly to get rid of the glare from the overhead lights, "I think it would make a great special occasion outfit. Just need someone special to wear it for."

"I'm glad you like it, I got a set for you at the same time, Johnny will love to see you in something like this."

Mary quickly looked from my mother to me and back again, her jaw dropped and her eyebrows lifted, I was already on my feet, I leaned in and kissed my mother, "Time for us to head back to work, some of us only get fifty-five minutes for lunch!"

My mother stopped me to wipe a smudge of her lipstick from my lips, "I must throw all of my old makeup away and get some of that new smudge proof lipstick."

I had to drag Mary away from the table, as we descended the escalator to the ground floor she kept trying to speak but all that would come out was her interpretation of a motorboat engine, "But...but...but...but!"

When we reached the street Mary stopped me and dragged me around to face her, "If Johnny didn't fuck you over the weekend and he looked to me like he had been well satisfied and now your mother looks like she does and is openly talking to you about your boyfriend...O.M.G. You let Johnny fuck..."

I placed my hand over Mary's mouth because she was being a little loud and drawing attention to us; I gave her a smile but refused to admit anything one way or another. Afternoon at work usually took three times longer than the morning ever did but today it flew past. Mary and I joined Johnny at the bus stop, he hugged me and kissed me and then he extended the hug to swallow Mary into our huddle, he kissed Mary on her forehead and asked her how she was.

"A lot happier now but my stomach is killing me!"

"Why?"

"Well, I feel happier because Vicky persuaded me to go and get the morning after pill at lunch time; my stomach ache is because of the same thing. I'm still a bit pissed off that Paul dumped me though, you know, he's always reading swingers stories, watching dogging videos, you know, all that free sex but he just catches me out one time with another man..."

I butted in, "Or four, or more!"

"...not fair, he only actually caught me with one man and he dumps me after being together for a year."

When I got home on Monday evening I showed my mother all of the pamphlets on birth control that I'd collected from Mary after she'd finished reading them. My mother had one more option than I did, she could chose an IUD because she had given birth, that option was the only one not open to me. My mother had also been thinking about birth control as well, she had started her period bang on time earlier in the day and now that she knew that there was no way she could be pregnant she wanted to keep it that way. My mother telephoned our doctor's surgery and made an appointment for both of us to see the doctor on Wednesday evening after work.

The rest of the week was uneventful between Johnny and me, Johnny had organised a few things in the evenings after work that he couldn't get out of so we didn't spend any 'off-the-bus' time together, we'd have to wait until the weekend to have any private time together. On the bus ride to and from work we had lots of time to talk and while Johnny told me about his four brothers and his father, no mother though, she had passed away a few years earlier, I didn't tell Johnny my news about my birth control appointment.

On Thursday morning on the way into work Johnny asked me if I fancied a drink on Friday night, his village pub was holding a quiz night and Johnny asked me if I'd like to join his team, as an afterthought he said, "It'd be lovely to see your mother as well, will you ask her if she'll come too, I'll get my brother to pick you both up about seven o'clock from your house."

My mother was very excited at the prospect of an evening out with me and Johnny and she even went as far as to go on a shopping trip on her way home from work on the Friday, she bought two dresses, exactly the same style, one in her size and the other in mine. Dresses designed to show our new red satin lingerie to perfection.

The pub in Johnny's village was almost identical to the pub in our village but on Friday night in our village pub it was darts night, not a quiz night. Mum and I were introduced to Johnny's father first; Bill Clark was just an older version of Johnny, just as handsome, just as clever, just as persuasive and sexy. My mother really fell under Bill's spell quickly. Johnny lined his brothers up, they could have been quintuplets, there wasn't a single difference in height, weight, facial expression or musculature. I'm just glad that I hadn't bumped into any one of them out in the street or I could have made a fool of myself thinking I was with Johnny.

Friday night's quiz would last an hour, the marking after would take fifteen minutes and the fighting over the results after would take another fifteen. My mother, Johnny, his father and I formed one team and his four brothers formed another. I'd never seen such competition between family members in my life before, even though neither of our teams won, in fact both teams got eighty-nine percent and were equal fourth place there was still a massive argument between our two teams.

Johnny's brothers got into a serious drinking competition and the pub turned suddenly very raucous Bill asked my mother and me if we'd like to go to their place for a bite of supper or a coffee, Bill winked at my mother and said, "I'll even show you my etchings if you play your cards right!"

I couldn't possibly imagine what a house occupied by six grown men would look like, men didn't have the best reputation for keeping things clean and tidy but I was wrong, the living room was clean as a new pin and everything was in its right place, Bill took my mother into the kitchen to put the kettle on and I heard him say to her, "We could waste a little more of our lives drinking coffee and eating nibbles or we could go up to my bedroom and get down to some serious fucking, what do you say?"

I looked at Johnny, I was shocked at what his father had said to my mother, I was waiting for her to rush into the living room and drag me off home by the scruff of my neck but instead she said, "I don't feel like coffee, lead the way!"

Bill and my mother walked past the living room door hand in hand and turned up the stairs to Bill's bedroom. Johnny shrugged his shoulders, "Looks like I'm going to be masturbating again tonight!"

I took Johnny's right hand and placed his fingertips on my left forearm so he could feel the little tunnel left behind by the birth control implant I'd had two days earlier, "Are you telling me that I can fuc..."

Both of our heads turned up towards the ceiling because at that point in time Bill's bedsprings started to play a string concerto and my mother started verbalising her pre-orgasmic tension.

"...fuck you?"

"If you want to, I'm protected from pregnancy now!"

Johnny gathered me into his arms and kissed me, "Well, let's go up to my bedroom and use our new found freedom shall we?"

We headed for the stairs and as we started to climb Johnny stopped me, "I might still not fuck you straight away, there's much more to sex than simply fucking and I want you to be totally ready, totally open to the experience so if you don't mind I want to be sure first!"

"Well, you're the expert; I'll put myself in your hands!"

When Johnny opened his bedroom door I was shocked, it wasn't untidy or anything like that, it was the fact that Johnny's bed wasn't alone in the room, there were two double beds crammed into one small room, there was so little room that the beds were almost touching, side by side at one end of the room and the door into the room and a huge double wardrobe at the other end.

"Who sleeps in here with you?"

"Well, hopefully you tonight and my brother Tim when he gets home from the pub!"

"Shit, the pub, we've got to go back, Mary said she might pop by tonight."

"Why?"

"Your fault really, you mentioned that you had four single brothers and she's been sans-boyfriend for a week!"

Johnny got his mobile phone out , switched it to speakerphone and presses one of the speed dial buttons, his brother Tim answered. "Hey, where did you and dad get too?"

"We're at home but never mind that, Victoria just remembered that one of her friends might pop down the pub to meet us later so keep your eyes open for a stranger who looks lost!"

"Does she have shoulder length blond hair and big tits that she doesn't mind showing off?"

"Sounds like her, her name's Mary, can you apologise to her for me and buy her a drink, I'll pay you back later."

"Hey darling, your name Mary? She's here bro, we'll look after her!"

Johnny grinned at me, "Well, at least we know that she likes to take on four guys at a time on a Friday night! At least we don't have to worry about Mary now!"

Johnny had my dress off in an instant and then stopped in his tracks when he saw my lingerie he gave me a wolf-whistle and turned me around in front of him so he could see me from every angle, "Wow, where did you get this great knicker set from?"

"My mother got it for me on Monday, she got us matching sets and when I told her you'd invited us both to come to the pub tonight she bought us both matching dresses as well."

Johnny whistled again, "You think Betty is still wearing her..." We both looked over at the dividing wall between Johnny's and Tim's bedroom, my mother was screaming through her one hundredth orgasm, we looked back to each other and Johnny shook his head, "...no way she's still wearing it all, probably just the suspender belt and stockings, my dad's probably even worn all of her makeup off of her face by now as well."

We settled down on Johnny's bed and this time Johnny was teaching me all the things I needed to know about men's pleasure, using my hands first, how he liked to be masturbated and have his balls fondled. Then I moved on to oral one-oh-one, that took far longer, there was a hell of a lot to remember about giving oral sex. Johnny made me stop short of delivering the coup de grace but all the time I still had all of my lingerie on.

Johnny finally got round to taking my knickers and bra off and he got between my legs to do to me what I'd seen him do to my mother on Sunday evening and I settled in for Johnny to rock my world, it was eleven o'clock so the pub was chucking out, I only knew that because Tim and Mary fell through the bedroom doorway and crashed onto Tim's bed.

Tim and Mary were naked in ten seconds flat and by fifteen seconds Mary was gasping through her first orgasm on Tim's cock, Johnny had stopped delivering oral pleasure to me and we were both watching Tim and Mary fucking in the nude. Tim took fifteen minutes to let fly in Mary's cunt and the two of them rolled apart to bask in the afterglow of their orgasms.

The bedroom door opened and Sam walked in, he looked from me and Johnny to Tim and Mary, "You finished with Tim Mary? Ready to try out one of the younger brothers?"

Mary smiled dreamily from the bed to Sam, "Okay, I'm ready...well, if you've finished with me Tim?"

Johnny finally got back to performing oral sex on me, now I had the combined sounds of my mother and Bill fucking and Mary and one of Johnny's younger brothers fucking and as I tried to relax into my orgasm I could see Tim laying there watching us.

On Saturday morning Bill had to go to work early, it was six o'clock and although I'd come close, I may even have had my hymen torn by Johnny's fingers but technically, I was still a virgin! I heard my mother whining about Bill getting dressed and leaving her on her own, Bill said, "There are five studs in the house and only two other girls, just go and find an unused boy and climb on board!"

Johnny's bedroom door opened and my mother walked in the room totally naked. She smiled at me and then tapped Tim's foot, "You need a little company...erm..." I looked over and told her it was Tim in the other bed. "...Tim?"

Tim pushed himself up on his elbows and grinned at my mother as he nodded his head. Johnny slept through Tim fucking my mother but I lay there watching in the half light. I fell asleep again around eight o'clock in the morning, wrapped in Johnny's arms. By the time I woke up again at twelve o'clock my mother had been in bed with all of Johnny's brothers.

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