This story has been adapted from entries from diaries entrusted to me after my mother's death. I have 'changed names' to protect the innocent or guilty depending on your point of view and I have added a little bit of poetic licence to add substance. This is by no means meant to denigrate her memory but to share a little of the real sensuous, broad-minded woman I discovered her to be.
My mother suddenly died ten years ago shortly after her sixty-sixth birthday; years before she had promised to leave me some mementos of her life. Over the years Mum had collected items for each of her children in boxes with our names on them but when my sisters had been through her things they had not found anything specifically left for me although they had each had a box addressed to them. Then a few weeks ago my youngest sister rang saying she had found a locked box in the loft with my name on it and a note with a key in an envelope. The note said the box was for me and it should be given to me only after my Mum's death.
The boxes my other siblings had received contained pictures, school reports, birthday cards nothing controversial just silly mementos collect by a doting mother over the years. So although curious my sister did not open the box or tell my other two sisters who would have looked inside just to spoil any surprise. I thought I knew what was inside and I knew I could never share it with anyone else as they would never understand.
My mother and father were almost worshipped by my brothers and sisters and they spoke about them as though they were a conventional and very much in love couple with no dark secrets. I knew a different story; admittedly they were very much in love but they had a secret unconventional sex life.
I had become part of their sex life when my dad had been ill and unable to satisfy my mother's needs. It was during that period of time I had become my mother's lover and she took me from an inexperienced boy to a sexually confident young man. My experiences with my mother became my benchmark for exceptional sex.
She had confided in me that she kept a diary of all her experiences from her very first sexual contact. She had only ever shown the diary to my Dad but she described some of her more notable encounters to me as a prelude to us making love; a little like verbal foreplay. Mum refused to tell me how she lost her virginity or to who but did say it wasn't my dad she also promised that one day she would give me her diary to read when she felt the time was right.
As I drove over to my sister's house to collect the box I thought about that time as my Mum's lover and my cock responded as it always did becoming stiff and remaining that way until I pulled up outside. I had to pretend to be on the phone as I waited for my 'bone' to subside enough to be able to greet my sister.
I hadn't told my wife that 'my box' had been found as I needed to sanitise the contents before she saw it. Luckily I had work commitments which meant I had to be in Nottingham for the rest of the week and had time to view the contents in private.
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Five hours later I was in my hotel room with the box in front of me on the bed reading a letter from my mother. In the letter she confirmed that her promise to me would be kept as the box contained her memoirs and mementos she had kept from her life with my father. The box contained the same bits and pieces my siblings had been given but also a number of diaries and dozens of packets of photographs. Each packet of photos had a reference number on it which I later found corresponded to a section of her diaries. The letter contained a final passage which was a last instruction which read 'this box contains my most cherished memories including my first time and I wanted to share these with you and no one else. We had a special love only a mother and son could have and only you rivalled your father in my heart. I loved your brothers and sisters but you have always been my special baby boy and the intimate times we had were among the most special of my life. The memories are for you to read and enjoy but then they must be destroyed.'
The diaries dated from 1954 just after her eighteenth birthday and contained entries listing dates with boys her own age and details of early fumbling and heavy petting sessions. My Mum and her best friend Alice appeared to have a great time most Friday and Saturday evenings teasing different boys. One entry described how she and Alice had met with three boys one Saturday afternoon in the summer and went swimming in a local river near Reading. Later the boys had plied them with cider and taken them to a barn and persuaded them both to strip naked. One thing led to another and while Mum had been petting and rubbing the cock of one of the boys Alice had actually sucked the other two boys. The early writing seemed quite naive and the language used fairly innocent but as the entry dates headed past Mum's nineteenth birthday more explicit language appeared and the descriptions more graphic. She had noted down that on Alice's nineteenth birthday a couple of weeks after her own that they had spent the night in a hotel room with two boys where Alice lost her cherry to Harry.
Mum described how she and the other boy Fred had got into bed together naked and she had sucked her first cock but she didn't let him spurt in her mouth. She didn't go all the way with him although she had let him finger her but was disappointed that she hadn't come. She had also made the first note about the size of the cock she had handled saying it was no more than a hand-width long.
Mum was a quite petite woman 5' 1" tall at best, but she was nicely proportioned with slim legs and a 34C bra size. I tried to remember how big Mum's hands had been and I was sure they were quite small. There was a grainy photo of Mum and Alice on a beach dressed in swimsuits posing like girls in the old beauty contests. Alice was taller and looked to have a similar bust size but fuller hips.
The next few entries suggested that Alice and Harry seemed to have become a permanent couple and Mum had often found herself alone when they had disappeared off to copulate somewhere. It hadn't stopped her finding someone to walk her home and enjoy and little petting.
Just before her twentieth birthday she wrote about an encounter in quite graphic detail. Mum worked in a factory alongside my grandmother and her sister; my Aunt Joan. Mum worked on the shop floor normally, my grandmother worked in the canteen and my aunt worked in the finance office. Her friend Alice also worked in the office and had persuaded her to help with a stock-take and file audit one weekend just before the factory closed for their summer break. The office manager Eric Dromby had a reputation as a bit of a groper and Alice wanted to have someone with her if he decided to take advantage. Mum agreed as she thought it might lead to a cushy office job even if she would have to work with her goody-two shoes sister; she also quite liked to find out if Mr Dromby's reputation was true.
Nothing had happened on the Saturday apart from Mum and Alice noticing that Dromby was watching them both whenever they were bending over or stretching to reach boxes. Before they left Dromby asked Mum if she was going to church on Sunday and before she thought why he asked she had found herself saying no and agreeing to come in to finish of the last few boxes as Dromby had mentioned that there may soon be a vacancy in the office. Unknown to Mum Alice had already refused using the excuse of going to church (although she actually had a date with Harry). Dromby offered them a lift home in his car as he lived in a small village close to the two girls. Alice leapt out of the car by her front door leaving Mum alone with Dromby he insisted on taking her to her house. Mum lived in a small cottage down a short narrow lane so Dromby had to pull up a little way from her door. They were out of sight of the house and Dromby reached across Mums lap to open the door for her and she felt his elbow brush against her breasts. Dromby placed a hand on her knee before she got out of the car.
"I'll pick you up tomorrow from the bottom of the lane at nine o'clock, Miss Brimley," he said.
"Wear a nice dress and I will buy you lunch in town as a thank you for helping out," he added as she twisted her legs to get out.
"Thank you, Mr Dromby, I will see you in the morning," replied Mum waving as he closed the door.
She noted in her diary that her nipples had stiffened when he brushed against her and later that night she rubbed her button and fingered herself to an orgasm imagining what Dromby might try to do to her the next day.
She rose early washed and put on her best silky camisole slip and French knickers under her prettiest dress; wearing the slip meant she didn't need a bra underneath as it held her tits in place and the dress was also tight across her bust. Mum put on stockings and her only pair of heeled sandals; she felt excited as she waited for Dromby to arrive in his car. Although she knew Dromby's reputation she felt safe he wouldn't try to go to far as the other women (including her own Mum) gossiped about him being unable to do anything else since he was blown up in the war when the factory was bombed. Rumour was that his wife had run off with a soldier after she found out he couldn't have sex; some of the women even suggested his cock had been cut off in the blast.
Dromby had limped since the bombing and sometimes used a walking cane when his leg played up; he had the cane with him in the car when he pulled up.
"Good morning Miss Brimley, you look very nice this morning," he said through the open car window.
He reached across to open her door. Mum had to manoeuvre into the seat as he kept his hand on the door making her have to brush against his outstretched arm. Her nipples tingled as they hardened she was sure Dromby noticed them beginning to show through the fabric of her slip and dress.
"Thank you Mr Dromby, you did say to wear a nice dress," she replied trying to sound shy.
They made idle chit chat during the drive to the office and apart from leaning across to open the door when they arrived Dromby did not try to touch her. Mum began taking the last of the boxes from the storage shelves as Dromby checked their contents. She could feel his gaze on her every time she bent to take a box of files from the lower shelves. There were three boxes on the topmost shelf well out of my Mum's reach. She found a step ladder and placed it next to the rack of shelves. Dromby limped over to hold the ladder steady while Mum climbed up (his gammy leg prevented him climbing). She still could not reach without stretching and she felt Dromby place a hand on the back of her thigh to prevent her falling back. He still had his cane in the hand he held against her and she felt the top press against her buttock.
