My name is Don, my wife is named Donna as is by coincidence my mother.
I come from a lumber town where all the houses were company owned. It was my grandfathers house. My mother and I had moved there after my fathers death several years before. It was an unusual house in that the second floor consisted of two large rooms separated by a stairway. The company had added the plumbing only a few years back and for that reason the bathroom while large, was on the first floor adjacent to the kitchen. My mother and I shared one room which contained two double beds, one Donna's (my mother) and the other mine.
Gramps was a great guy and loved the outdoors and outdoor activities. He taught me about tools and repair and hunting and fishing. He took me with him often on trips and visits but he was not one to be comfortable with personal subjects.
My mother whose name was Donna was a sixth grade teacher and she was the one with whom I would discuss school problems and relationship problems and sex problems. Somehow just after we moved in with gramp's I had started calling her Donna and I do to this day. Since she was only sixteen when I was born and because dad had died early on we were very close.
For example, when I came home one day and asked her "Donna, the guys were asking me how often I jerked off, what do they mean?"
"Well Don, what did you tell them?"
"Well Jimmy had already said that he did it four or five times a day and Bob said he did it three times a day so I just said that I did it three times a day too."
"That was a smart move, But I can't discuss it right this minute. I've got to fix supper, but I will come up after you get in bed and explain it to you."
She did come to my bed and she did explain. She watched as I did it for the first time and made a couple of suggestions. It was then that I began that exercise that gives us all so much pleasure. For a while I was doing it five or six times a day when I could. Then after a few months I settled into a routine of morning and night. Still later to just once most days deciding that the extra time between just built up the pressure and made the release more pleasurable.
While Donna and I did share a bedroom, it was very large taking up about half of the second story from front to back. The room was divided in two by a heavy curtain which allowed us a lot of visual privacy but very little sound privacy.
Donna by then had just turned 36. She was about 5'6" tall and weighed about 135. I got curious about the size of her tits and I checked her bra label. It said 35 C. She liked to run when she could and there was exercise equipment at the school that she used.
So her body was pretty firm. As I started to appreciate such things I began to notice that she had great nipples and they sometimes got hard and showed through whatever she was wearing.
Me? I'm 5'11" and weigh 175. I run middle distance and cross country so I keep in decent shape too.
I must have been a bit over 18 when I happened to hear a little yelp from the other side of the curtain. Concerned I almost shouted "Donna! What's wrong?"
It's funny, even though I masturbated often I never gave a thought to the fact that women did also. In hindsight it was dumb of me. I was always very quiet when I jerked off so it came as a surprise to learn that Donna did also.
So I was totally shocked at her reply. "Dummy, I'm just finished doing what you do most every night."
"Oh." Was all I could think of to say, but then as I began to consider what her masturbation must involve, I found myself aroused by the whole idea of female masturbation.
When I was about 19 I enrolled in college. It was only about forty miles from home to college. Because it was close I came home often sometimes for just minutes to pick up something, and sometimes overnight.
Just before college started we had a family picnic. When leaving my uncle's car broke down and so we had to come home with seven in each car. When we rode back I had mom on my lap. She held my arms which were wrapped around her tightly pressed up against her boobs. She was wearing only a T shirt and I got a big hard on.
Then she started to wiggle her bottom against my erection till I almost came. Before she got out of the car she kissed me for "being a gentleman" when she did she gave me a flick of her tongue. I masturbated over that for a month.
One night the following spring I came home and went to bed late. Donna was already in bed.
My date and I had petted but not to any kind of real completion for either of us. As soon as I got in bed I started to jerk off. I brought myself to completion, this time making a bit of noise. Just as I finished wiping off the cum I heard a familiar sound from across the room. This time though it was a soft whimper and 3 muffled little yelps.
"You OK?" I quietly asked.
After a couple of minutes I heard mom say "Sorry if I alarmed you. When I heard you come I was almost there myself and I had an extra special orgasm. Thank you."
"What do you mean, extra special?"
"Well, women's orgasms are different sometimes. If everything is just right they go on and on. They roll over you something like when you're body surfing in the ocean and you get caught up in it as wave after wave rolls over you. It really is hard to explain."
"Mom." I don't know why I called her mom at that moment. "May I watch you do it some time?" I had a blazing hard on as I waited for her to answer. After what seemed like forever she did answer me.
I heard her whisper "Sure honey, you come over and kneel beside me and watch. It'll be fun for me, I really am in a horny mood."
I did just as she said and I was kneeling beside her as she took her two fingers and slid them up and down between her pussy lips. After a few strokes up and down she would stop near the top and do something different there with her fingers.
I was very, very, hard and near eruption when I croaked out. "Why do you stop and just finger yourself near the top?"
