Melissa and Mark had now been together for well over twelve months.
I guess their initial sexual excitement had waned a little, even as Mark had become increasingly acquainted with Mel's incredibly responsive breasts.
'Squeeze' for him meant much more than having a steady girlfriend, or having unfettered access to a comely waist that he could embrace whenever he so desired.
He had licence to gently - so ever gently - regularly squeeze Mel's boobs, lick her nipples, jiggle, nibble, caress her mammaries...as he had an almost-nightly invitation to explore that love-area between her legs – around the point where her still-youthful, frequently-damp slit seemed to disappear into her now lovingly-sculpted, beguiling, beckoning Brazilian.
Mel clearly remembered the offer I had made to her some years previously – to suggest ways that she and her partner might be able to lift their love making. But when she rung to finally accept my offer, I had to suggest we leave the chat for a week or so until I had again collected by thoughts.
I considered inviting both Mel and Mark to join the discussion, but decided that mother and daughter, just talking together, would be far more intimate. And, as it turned out, that was to be the case.
It was a warm afternoon when she visited, so I popped a bottle of champagne.
'Here's to a long, enjoyable sex life for both of us,' we toasted.
'And how IS your sex life?' I then enquired.
'Active...and enjoyable.'
'You know,' Mel continued. 'You can take much of the credit for that. You can't begin to know how encouraged I was by your willingness to have that chat about my losing my virginity...and how helpful your suggestions were to me.'
'As you know, I also had a chat to Kirsty,' I said.
'Do you have any idea how she is getting on?' I enquired. I did not reveal that we had had a second talk.
'Two chats, you mean!' Mel retorted. 'She told me...and I guess you ended up giving her a lot more advice than you gave to me.'
'Possibly,' I replied teasingly.
'Either something you said, or something happened after that. Because Kirsty suddenly became quite open about her prospect of having sex, and ever since I seem to have been her principal confidant. She tells me almost everything,' Mel said.
'Like what?' I probed.
Melissa hesitated. 'Well you know she and Luke hung out together for a while...and it wouldn't surprise me if Luke is still able to occasionally pull down her pants and fill her with a load of his cum.'
'But, let's not talk about the past – especially my past! I'm hanging to hear what you think I should be doing from now on.'
Melissa was probably worried I was about to ask who had taken her virginity, or how many men she had now allowed to screw her – which was fair enough, I guess, because I had already asked her not to quiz me about whether I had personally done any of the things I was about to suggest.
'Well the best advice I can give is to lie back and make sure you enjoy it. But that advice won't really help you. And neither will being told that the longer you and Mark are together, the more both of you will benefit from trying that little bit harder to spice up your lovemaking,' I said.
'And, as I'm sure I told Kirsty many years ago, there are times when it really pays for the girl to initiate things and take the lead in your love making.'
'And there is nothing wrong with adding some mystery to your play...which, of course, should always aim to include an element of fun and frivolity!'
'But probably the most important advice I can give you, as a mother, is never to go to bed angry and to never, never deny your man sex because you remain angry,' I said. 'If he is willing to thrust his bulging cock inside of you, then he's over it, and is looking ahead – if only to the possibility of filling you again the next night. And by the time you feel his cock slide inside and you start to help pump out his cum, you'll have realised that there are more important things in life than that little spat you have just had.'
'Aw, Mum,' said Melissa. 'I never thought you'd be quite so explicit!'
'Well you're old enough and, I'm sure by now, experienced enough to handle it,' I replied.
'So what can I suggest?' I continued.
'How about initiating a regular 'Boy's Night In.' Perhaps once a month. And that's Boy's Night In...B, O, Y, apostrophe S...not B, O, Y, S apostrophe!'