I find it interesting, as I look back on how my seduction of my mother progressed, that the steps occurred almost exactly a month apart. It began with a conversation Mother and I had about sex during which I told her that sex was actually something people did because it gave them pleasure, not just to have babies. I knew that concept was alien to her, but she listened with some interest. I also intensified the extent to which I touched and kissed her. She and I had always been "touchy" but I tried to make my touches a bit provocative without making them overtly sexual.
Mother's interest about sexual matters was piqued by that first conversation we had at the woodpile and by the slightly more passionate hugs and kisses I was giving her, but it took a month before things moved to another level. I began studying her reactions to my kisses and caresses and learned where I could touch her that seemed to turn her on a little. I also noticed as the second month went by that she had begun to return my kisses a little bit and that she was pressing her body against mine when she could. I stepped things up a little more by giving her some information about women and love making that I'd printed from an internet site called "The Clitoris.com".
Mother was obviously embarrassed by the stuff I'd given her to read, but she took it. It was almost two months before I learned whether she had read it. However, a month later I noticed that she was returning my kisses more and more like a lover does and that when we hugged, she was moving her body against mine in a much more sensual and seductive manner than she ever had before. She also became much more flirtatious, and even displayed some signs of jealousy toward girls I'd had relationships with in the past. Her behavior encouraged me and gave me hope I'd eventually be successful.
Mother finally did bring up the subject of the information I'd given her. Apparently she was struggling with the concept of masturbation and decided to ask me about it. The bright red flush on her face and her hesitant speech were obvious signs of how much it pained her to ask me the question she did. "Um...well...they...they talk about...about a woman...um...you know, touching herself on her...ah...private...um...parts. Do...do women really do that?" she stammered.
Even though I thought I knew how sexually naive Mother was, developments - like that question - kept occurring that reminded me. The environment she grew up in, with religiously conservative, strict parents, seemed to rank with some Eastern cultures in terms of wanting to keep information about sexuality away from its females. I've often thought that if my maternal grandparents had known about female circumcision, they'd have practiced it. It was clear that my grandmother told my mother absolutely nothing about sex, other than that it was bad, something God didn't look on favorably, and something you only did with your husband to have babies.
Things didn't improve for Mother when she became my father's property. I know my parents were married by a preacher, but in reality, their marriage was more of a business transaction between my father and her family than a joining of two people in holy matrimony. From everything she'd told me, Mother was regarded by both my father and her family as a chattel, something to be bartered, not a person. She had no say in who she married. And I've already noted that my father essentially "paid" for her by giving her father a pickup truck.
I decided I couldn't give mother a very good lecture on masturbation techniques. I was afraid I might lose control and try "hands on" teaching methods and I was sure Mother wasn't ready for those yet. She was clearly having a hard time accepting what was happening between us, but I was making progress and didn't want to blow it. Instead, I let her look at some video clips of women masturbating that I'd downloaded from the internet. I chose the videos carefully, to show real people who are really masturbating, not flawless hardbodies who are clearly faking it. One video, in particular, features an older woman who seems somewhat plain until several self-induced orgasms leave her glowing and beautiful in the aftermath of pleasure.
After I provided Mother access to the videos, I again waited. She used my computer quite often, but seemed to be using it more after I showed her how to look at those videos. Although I know enough about computers to check on how much she was using it, and what she was doing with it, I purposely didn't do that. I wanted her to tell me, in her own good time and in her own way. I knew it would be far more exciting if it happened that way, and I was eventually proved right.
It actually took a little longer than a month before Mother asked the question that moved my seduction campaign forward another step, the step that eventually led to it being a success.
It was a Friday when it happened, the fifth Friday after I'd shown her how to look at the videos. But who's keeping track besides me? I'd gone into the kitchen that morning and we'd kissed and hugged the way we always did. Our morning greetings had long since evolved into something much more like what two lovers would do than a mother and son, and we'd gotten used to it. After getting my morning kiss and hug, I poured myself a cup of coffee and sat down at the table. Mother brought me my food, then she sat down, too. That wasn't unusual, quite often she'd sit down and chat with me while I ate breakfast.
"You were right," she said.
I looked up and saw that her face was bright red, but I had no idea what I was right about, or why she seemed to be so embarrassed that I was right. "Right about what?" I asked.
"About...about..." She hugged herself and took a deep breath. Whatever I was right about was difficult for her to talk about. "About...you know...touchin' yourself...you know, on your privates and...and about it feeling good," she finally said, her voice fading away almost to nothing by the time she got it out.
I had a mouthful of pancakes and almost spit them out in surprise. My heart began pounding and it felt as if someone had wrapped a steel band around my chest and pulled it tight. Mother was admitting to me that she'd been masturbating...and telling me she enjoyed it. At least that's what I thought she was saying. I forced myself to chew and swallow the pancakes while I fought to get my emotions under control so I could talk. "So...um...you...ah...you tried it?" I croaked. I wasn't as under control as I wished I was, but...
Mother's face got even redder, she stared at the coffee cup she'd wrapped her hands around, and nodded.
"And it felt good when you did it?" I ventured carefully.
Mother took another deep breath, then she nodded again.
I wasn't sure how what kind of follow-up question to ask, so I didn't say anything. Mother sipped her coffee, kept blushing, and didn't say anything, either.
"Do you understand why I masturbate now?" I asked, finally.
