This is not a true story but a work of fiction. It reflects the writer's fascination with mature women and how I would like to have been introduced to the joys of sex at a young age by a much older woman. It is my first attempt at writing erotica and I would appreciate readers' criticisms and comments and opinions as to whether I should continue the story.
Monday
Helen Daniels was a 40 year-old widow who lived alone with her son John as she had done for the past ten years, ever since her husband died. She was a highly educated woman who was now a purchasing executive with a large cosmetics firm. She was also very attractive, voluptuous without being fat, with long shapely legs, a neat waist and large soft breasts, of which she was very proud. She had looked after her very curvaceous figure, so it was surprising that she had not had a regular boyfriend since she had become a widow. She'd had the occasional one-night date, but she had never indulged in sex beyond kissing, cuddling and an occasional mutual grope. Her life had been mainly devoted to her son.
Since her husband died, she had doted on John who was now 18 years old but she realised, too late, that she had made the mistake of becoming over protective towards him. She had sent him to a boys' only school and consequently, having never had much contact with girls, he was very naΓ―ve and sexually, very immature.
Like all boys of his age he was curious about the opposite sex and took every opportunity to gaze at pictures of naked girls. He was constantly hearing the older boys talking and laughing about their sexual experiences with girls and he desperately wished that he could have an experience of his own.
He would have loved to have a girlfriend who would be willing to let him see her naked and feel her breasts, but as he was, by nature, a very shy boy, there was not much chance of this happening. Being very curious, he was constantly trying to get glimpses of his mother in the nude, but she was rather prudish where he was concerned and was always very careful to keep herself at least partly covered whenever he was around. He was fascinated by her generous bosom and at every opportunity, he would try to look down her blouse hoping that one day, he would catch her unawares and get a to see her breasts, if only for a quick glance.
He would occasionally, in all innocence, ask her questions about words or phrases he had heard at school and didn't understand. Most were of a sexual nature and Helen was too awkward and embarrassed to give him a truthful answer. He was in his last year at school before going on to university and as a former university student herself, she knew what temptations lay before him. She didn't want him to be totally innocent of what sex was all about, yet she felt it would be far too embarrassing for her to have to explain the facts of life to him. She was in a dilemma. She was finding it more and more difficult to evade his questions and decided it might be a good idea to ask her best friend Val for advice and, if possible, some help.
Helen and Val had been best friends since their school days and confided in each other with their most intimate secrets. Val was a very attractive widow, fifty years old but looking much younger. She had had three boys of her own, now grown up, but in spite of that, she had really taken care of her figure. She was in excellent physical condition with long shapely legs, firm fleshy thighs and a trim waist, which emphasised a very large bust. She always tended to dress much younger than her years and was not afraid to reveal her generous cleavage and shapely legs by wearing low-necked tops and short skirts.
The opportunity arose one day when Helen was asked to attend a five-day sales conference, so she decided to ask Val if John could stay with her while she was away. She had the idea that perhaps she would be able to off-load some of her motherly responsibility to Val. Helen rang her as soon as she knew she had to go away and asked her to call round for coffee as she had a favour to ask.
"Well, what's this favour you want to ask me?" Val enquired when they had exchanged pleasantries and were drinking their coffee.
"It's about John " Helen replied "I have to go away for a week and I wondered if you would be good enough to have him while I'm away."
"Oh, is that all, you could have asked me that on the phone. Yes of course I'll have him. You know I like John and it will be nice for me to have some young company for a change."
"Well β¦ actually that's not all Val. I have an even greater favour to ask you, which I couldn't ask you on the phone and I'm not sure how you will feel about it."
"That sounds very mysterious Helen, but whatever it is, I'm sure I shall be pleased to help if I can."
"Well it's about John again β¦ I'm afraid I have a problem. I think I have been over-protective towards him. He's quite naΓ―ve and very immature and he has been coming home from school and asking me questions about sex which I just can't bring myself to answer. I find it too embarrassing to talk to him about it and I just dry up and try to evade the issue whenever he raises the subject. He is naturally very curious and I've noticed that he is constantly looking down my blouse trying to see my breasts. I know I shouldn't have been so self-conscious about my body when he was younger and I should have let him see me naked but I'm afraid I've left things far too late and I couldn't bring myself to let him see me now."
"Are you going to ask me what I think you are going to ask me Helen? Are you going to ask me to let him see me naked?" Val said throwing Helen a knowing smile.
"Oh Val, if only that was all I wanted to ask you."
"You mean there's more?"
"Well yes, I'm afraid there is. I don't know how to put this, but you're a woman of the world and having brought up three sons and you must have had to answer awkward questions. I know it's cowardly of me to ask you, but I wondered if you could possibly give John some sex lessons while I'm away. I want him to have a healthy introduction to the subject and I don't want him to feel the odd one out at school or be embarrassed about it in later life. He will be going to university soon and you know what that means."
"Well Helen, I I must say I never expected that, but I understand how you feel and of course I'll do what I can to help. There is just one thing though."
"Yes?"
"I just want you to be sure you are fully aware of what will be involved. You do realise, don't you, that it will not be just a lecture? If I let him see me naked, I shall want to see him naked too. And if I am to teach him properly, we shall have to go further than that. Are you sure you won't have a problem with that?"
"No Val, I'm quite aware of what your lessons may involve and I am in full agreement with you doing whatever you think necessary. It would just be such a relief to me to think that he will be in good hands."
Val smiled at the unintended pun. "Well as long as you fully understand what will be involved, I agree. I'll take things gradually so you have no need to worry and hopefully, you will have no more awkward or embarrassing questions in the future."
"Oh Val, thank you so much. You don't know what a load it would be off my mind and I can't imagine trusting him with anyone else."