Many thanks to tangentjoker, who edited this story.
All characters are 18 or older.
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I'm an old man now. I'm still healthy and my memory is fine. I want to tell this story before I die. Actually, I think I'm writing it mostly for myself. Everyone involved has passed away. My wife died two years ago. I have a son and a daughter, both happily married and doing well. I also have several grandchildren that I seldom see because of distance. As soon as I see the story published, I'll wipe it off my computer. If any of my children or grandchildren ever read it, I doubt that they will ever connect it to me.
My name is James. I am usually called Jim. I was 18 years old, the year this story starts and about to graduate from high school. I am six feet tall. Back then, I weighed about 180. I wasn't much of an athlete, but I was pretty well built. I guess part of the reason was that it was just the way I was but I had also worked pretty hard since I was fourteen years old. I had usually worked at an after school job that kept me in shape.
I did well in school, especially math and science courses. I was planning to attend a college not far away for an engineering degree. That way I could get home more often than if I was further away. I had a few friends in school, but I would never be elected "most popular". I was, and still am, a bit of a loner.
We lived on the outskirts of a small Midwestern city. Our neighborhood was upscale, well-to-do, but not wealthy. Many of our neighbors were professional people.
Three sisters lived in a house two doors down from us. The youngest was about my mother's age. The oldest was about ten years more. They were friendly with my mother. She often visited with them, or they visited her.
The youngest sister was Elaine. She was a busty woman. She was slightly overweight, but not what I would call fat. Not too bad a looking body, despite a few bulges, but Elaine had a face that would stop an eight day clock. (That's an expression we used in those days.) Her hair was brown and curly. She had never married. She was a secretary at a bank.
Emily was the middle sister. She was quite slim, not as busty as her sister Elaine. She had a pleasant face with nice auburn hair cut shoulder length. She sometimes wore it in a ponytail, but more likely pinned up. She was a good looking woman. She had married, but her husband was killed in the Korean War. They had not had any children. She had a widow's pension from the government because of her husband's death. She also ran a small dress shop.
Velma was the oldest sister, she was a tall, thin woman about 5' 10". One might almost say she was gaunt. Her bosom was small but on her it looked ok. She wore glasses. She had dark brown hair. She may have dyed it. She was a cheerful, friendly, woman. She had married, but had been divorced for quite a few years. She had no children. She ran the local library system.
The three sisters had been left an inheritance that gave them enough income to be comfortable. With their other incomes, they rated as "well-to-do".
My mother's name was Naomi. She was an attractive woman. She was very intelligent, with a college degree. She had a pleasant face. Her brown hair was usually done in a permanent. Mom was 5' 5". She had a nice figure; except she had very small breasts.
My father was a lawyer. He made a pretty good living for his family, which consisted of my mother and myself. He had a serious car accident several years before, but seemed to have recovered ok.
Let me tell you a little more about that time. The pill wouldn't be developed for several more years. Television was young. One never heard any foul language on the air. Air conditioning in homes was rare. Eisenhower was president. A lot of young men went in the army through the draft. Some enlisted because they were going to have to go anyway.
Most married women stayed at home, at least until the children were able to take care of themselves. It was not considered disgraceful for a married woman to work, but many didn't. Most women wore dresses, but slacks were acceptable.
Sexual mores were a lot stricter then. Birth control was chancy. There weren't too many options. All of them, except abstinence, had a degree of risk. Of course, there were always condoms, but even they had risk. Many men didn't like them, refusing to use them. There was also the "rhythm method". Supposedly, women didn't engage in intercourse during their fertile periods. There was a foam that could be used. A woman squirted it into her vagina before sex. I don't know much about it, but I don't think it was any better than the other ways that were used in those days. Another method required the man to pull out before cumming, but that was probably the riskiest of all.
Since there was no reliable birth control, a lot of girls were reluctant to engage in sex. Many remained virgins until marriage, or at least until they were engaged. If a girl did get pregnant, she often married the father. These marriages were often failures, but a surprising number worked. (Divorce was far less common in those days.) Alternately, the girl sometimes went away; supposedly to visit relatives. When baby came, it was given up for adoption. When she came back, it was never mentioned.
Sex was rarely, think never, discussed in mixed company. Boys or men talked among themselves; that is where most of us learned what it was all about. I suppose girls talked among themselves too, but I never overheard any such conversations.
There is probably a lot more I could say, but it may not pertain to my story.
It all began when I caught my mother masturbating. Her door was ajar. I guess she thought I wasn't at home. She was lying on her bed, her dress bunched around her waist. Her panties were lying on the floor next to the bed. She was thrusting a wooden dildo into her pussy. Her other hand was rubbing at the top of her snatch. Her head was thrown back and her eyes were closed.
As I stared at her, I could feel my cock hardening in my pants. I was just about to head for my bedroom to jerk off when she started to orgasm. Her hips raised off the bed. She thrust faster with the dildo, moaning softly. Her body was quivering as she came. When the orgasm was complete, she relaxed back on the bed. She lay there with her hand on the dildo holding it in her pussy.
She opened her eyes, then looked right at me. "Oh, Jim," she exclaimed.
I stammered, "Mom, I want to do that for you."
Mom pulled her dress down, telling me to wait for her in the kitchen.
"I'll be there in just a minute," she said.
I sat at the kitchen table, concealing my hard cock by pulling my chair up close. Mom arrived not far behind me.
"I'm sorry you saw that, Jim," she told me, sitting down across from me. "I think that I owe you an explanation."
I stammered something about how she didn't have to explain, but Mom continued anyway.
"I need sex every so often, but your father can no longer take care of it for me. He never recovered the ability after his accident." She paused, "I love your father, I don't want to hurt him. That's why I will not let another man take care of my needs." She hesitated, started to speak again, but stopped.
"Mom," I said, still stammering. "I've never had sex, I want to do that to you." Besides stammering, I was repeating myself. "I think you are beautiful."
Mom was silent for a moment, then said, "Jim, there are a couple of things you have to realize. First, you cannot tell your father what you saw. He would understand, but he'd be hurt because he can't do it for me. Second, you are my son. We cannot have sex together."
We sat there at the table for a few minutes. It seemed like an hour.
Mom sighed, then said, "I am going to visit Elaine. I'll be back later."
As soon as she was out the door, I was heading for my room with my boner to jerk off. Mom returned in about an hour. She started preparing dinner as if nothing had happened. Dad got home about five. Mom seemed relaxed at dinner, chatting with my father. I didn't say much. I went to bed early. I jerked off again. I had visions of my mother lying on the bed with her legs splayed, a look of lust on her face. I couldn't get that picture out of my mind.
The next day, I had school. In the morning, when I was getting ready to go, Mom seemed at ease as if nothing had happened the day before. I got home about four o'clock.
Mom said. "Jim, Velma needs to move some furniture. Please go over there to help her."
