My Friend Jenny's Mum

Watching in quiet breathless excitement, I saw John brush is hand over his mother's bottom, the smooth printed polyester material, rippling under his touch. Slowly, his fingers lingering over the smooth swell of her hip, squeezing gently, causing her to put her head back, eyes closed as she sighed. He leaned over her shoulder, turning her towards him, and kissed her, softly with care and tenderness. The diffused light through the netting curtains of the kitchen window, falling across them both, softening her upturned face. Fascinated, I saw her reach down and unzip him, putting her hand into his flies, taking his penis in her fingers.

Although I had become active quite early, and I'm no stranger to sex, it was one of the most sensuous vignettes I've ever seen. A short, unexpected scene, unintentionally displayed by them, full of care, warmth and passion, and one that filled me with a desire to see more.

I must have made a slight movement or sound, because suddenly Millie looked up and saw me standing in the shadow of the doorway.

"Oh, my goodness I thought you were in the lounge waiting for Jennifer."

I had gone to their house on Saturday morning to meet up with Jenny, who was home from the university in the North, where she was reading music. She'd been delayed, Millie, her mother, invited me in to wait for her, and had brought me a coffee. I saw Jenny's brother John, pass by the door on his way to the kitchen, where his mum was bustling around, washing up the breakfast things. So, I thought I'd take my empty mug out, and offer to help dry up.

"I'm sorry, I was just bringing my mug out, and I was going to help you with the crocs."

"How long have you been standing there?"

"Long enough to get interested."

She developed a worried expression, blushing slightly, which made her look all the more attractive.

"Oh, I'm most terribly sorry, it must have been a shock for you."

"Don't worry Millie, yes, it was a surprise, but an enjoyable one. I'm broad minded, and discreet, and as long as you both consent to what you're doing, then carry on. It's a lot more common than people realise, but as it's sort of hidden, it doesn't get much attention."

Millie was an attractive woman, 43, pretty in a homely way, well dressed, with a shapely but plumpish figure, curvy, almost inviting. She had a lovely smile, and a soft quiet voice. She was shortish around 5' 3", tawny brown hair, beautiful smooth pale skin, hazel eyes, and strong legs. She was all women, her bust was a little larger than mine, 36C, or maybe 38B. She exuded a natural sense of warmth and pleasurable comfort, someone who cared for the people she knew.

Her husband, Stuart, had divorced her shortly after Jenny was born, running off with some blonde frilly that he'd met while employed as a manager in car sales. The last time she'd had sex was with him, cruelly, the night before he ran out on her. They divorced, and she carried on with her life, taking a pragmatic view of life without him. From what I'd gathered from Millie, he was no great loss.

There had been a few men she'd gone out with when she had tried to re-enter the dating scene, but she had been disappointed by their attitudes. Either they were too shy, or lacked confidence, some so self centred that they were extremely boring to her. Or they were too forward, believing that because she was a divorcee she was an easy lay, one that had firmly stuck in her mind had been such a man. She remembered had been brutally blunt. They had met in a nice pub, and almost as soon as they sat down together for a drink he'd placed his hand on her knee, squeezing her thigh and said.

"So, Millie, we're both adults there's no need to beat around the bush, we can go to my place or yours and find out if we are physically compatible, sex is very important to me, and I don't want to waste my time if you're not up for it. So, how about it?"

She had felt disgusted by his behaviour towards her and ppushing his hand away, had quickly responded.

"No, I need to get to know a prospective partner before that happens, so I'm afraid I'll have to turn you down."

"Alright, that's fine, there's plenty more women out there who would jump at the chance to sleep with me."

"I'm sure you realise by now that I'm not one of them, and I find it difficult imagine that there are many who would be that eager, unless you're paying them of course?"

"I'm off then, you can pay for the drinks, goodbye."

With that, he stood up and walked out leaving her there alone.

After that she gave up and didn't bother with any further dates, even the introductions set up by her friends, so there hadn't really been anyone else she had paid any attention to since him. Sure enough, her interest in further meetings waned, and her home became the paramount concern, as she concentrated on making sure her children were brought up well, had a good education and enjoyed a comfortable life.

John was the eldest child, he was around 22, He didn't inherit his mums looks, taking after his father. He was taciturn, brown hair, blue eyes, tallish, nearly 6', strongly built. He didn't strike any particular chord with me and wasn't someone in whom I was interested. In fairness, I didn't appeal to him either. He'd had a few girlfriends, but although he'd shared his cherry with one of them, the relationships *didn't last very long with him. He was a quiet and intelligent individual but had difficulty forming relationships. He tolerated me, simply because I was Jenny's friend.

Jenny had been my friend since dad sent me to the private secondary girl's school, most of my friends were from my schooldays, but I was now making some new ones at university. She was a bit older than I was, her 19th birthday due in August, mine in October, and in appearance she took after her mother. Darker hair, almost chestnut brown, she wore it in a short pixie cut. Jenny was heart achingly pretty, with a round face, liquid brown eyes, slim figure, shapely legs, small firm bosom, altogether a lovely girl, with a kind and forgiving disposition.

Millie looked relieved, John stood to one side, alarmed, but without saying anything, I made as though to return to the lounge, forestalled by Millie, who, her voice heavy with concern asked in a low voice.

"Are you sure you didn't mind?"

"Of course not, you're both adults, what you do together is your business and nobody else's, certainly not mine."

"That's very kind of you Lucy, thank you."

"Does anyone else know, Jenny perhaps?"

"Only you, and us, we've kept it between ourselves."

"I don't want to make a mistake and blurt it out to Jenny, thinking she knew."

Retuning to the lounge I resumed my seat and continued to wait for Jenny. Shortly afterwards Millie came in and sat down next to me. She seemed to be gathering the courage to discuss what I saw in more detail, eventually taking a deep breath she spoke.

"Lucy, I know you told me that you wouldn't say anything about John and I, but I just wanted make sure that you weren't finding it difficult to absorb."

"Honestly Millie, there's no need to worry, I promise that I'll keep your confidence no matter what."

"In some ways, it's a relief that somebody else knows, but I never thought it might be you."

"Well, it's not as though there's a club you could join though, is there."

"I'd really like to discuss this a bit more with you, but with Jenny coming home soon there isn't enough time today."

"Perhaps I could come around on Thursday after she's gone back to uni, we can have some uninterrupted time together and you can tell me as much as you'd like to, is that a possibility?"

"After lunch?"

"That's perfect Millie, it'll give me time to get dad off to work, and prepare my course work for Friday, I can get over here by 12:30."

"I'll look forward to it, John will have gone to work, he's on a late shift, so we'll have the place to ourselves, we can talk freely without interruptions."

Jenny arrived, all of a fluster at being late, and we went out to my car, and drove to an out-of-town shopping centre. After an hour or so of browsing through the boutiques and accessories shops, we ended up in a nice comfortable café, where we sat together in a corner away from the rush and tumble of the shopping mall. Enjoying ourselves catching up and exchanging news about the friends we knew. Discussing the latest fashions, music, the sort of things girls talk about when we're together, inevitably the conversation turned to boys, sex and our respective love life's. She'd met a number of nice men at her university, and had been on a few dates, but like me, she preferred to have casual relationships, not wishing to be tied down.

We spent time reminiscing about our younger days, how we would go out at the weekends, on 'knob hunts,' looking for quick one nighter's. How we would often go clubbing, easily getting into night clubs, despite being a bit too young. It's strange, that when we were younger, both of us were able to pass easily for 18, and now at the over 18 stages, we were easily able to pass ourselves off as girls who were a lot younger (it's surprising how many men take interest in us like that). We talked and laughed together, while drinking our coffees. Jenny had a wicked sense of humour, and an incredibly dirty mind, she could shock me with some of the things she said.

We discussed in hushed tones, our own relationship and how on sleepovers at my house, we had lain in my bed together. Exploring each others bodies as we kissed and hugged, and that heavenly moment when we had first tasted the others femininity, enjoying the ambrosia of our essence, feeling the wonder of the sweet delicate touch from someone else.

Reflecting on some of our more daring adventures, the recollections flooded back. She was more risk averse than me, but when we were together, I was a bad influence on her, and we took a wider approach. We remembered the expressions on some of the men's faces, when we had gone around the department stores in the west end. Both of us without knickers, she had sneakily lifted my skirt up at the back, exposing my bottom while we were going up the escalators.

Sharing our memories about the two men, one mature, one slightly younger, who we allowed to take us back to their apartment. They had paired off with each of us, me choosing to take the older one, and spent an energetic few hours in bed indulging in very vigorous sex. Even though I was deeply physically involved myself, I could hear Jenny in the other room exulting in her congress with her younger choice. How in the middle of the night, we had got up quietly, and swapped over, each of us sampling what the other had just enjoyed.

Then in the early morning hours, just before break of dawn, we had sneaked out of their beds and into the living room, dressed ourselves, leaving our knickers stretched over their bedside lamps. Hers, light blue with white frills, mine, heavy black lace. Going out quietly without waking them as they slept, both of them exhausted and completely drained by us, we had walked some distance from their place and called an Uber to take us to our respective homes. Being careful with our skirts as we got into the back seat, I was dropped off first, and she continued on to her home.

All too soon, the afternoon came to an end, and I took her home, before returning to my own house. I spent the evening studying and talking with daddy, before going up to bed, and falling deeply asleep. The following morning daddy went off to play golf as usual on Sundays, and I busied myself around the house, loading the dishwasher, hoovering, before settling down to study for the coming week of lectures.

Thursday morning dawned, bright and sunny. Daddy left for work early, I washed the breakfast dishes, and went about the daily housekeeping. Eventually I finished my tasks, including preparing my folder for Friday's lectures. Taking a shower, and towelling myself dry, I dressed casually, just a plain light green cotton bra, and matching cotton panties. A green satin slip, with white trim, light tan hold ups, and a sage coloured cheesecloth sleeveless dress.

Taking the 20-minute drive towards Hendon and Jenny's house, I thought about how to approach the conversation, perhaps one that Millie might retreat from, given the passage of time, and sensitivity of the subject. Arriving. I parked in the drive and walked to the front door. She was waiting there, excited to see me.

"Lucy, I'm so glad you came, come on in, let's go into the lounge and have coffee."

Ushering me through the lounge, indicating that I should sit on the couch, she went to the kitchen and bustled around, making a pot of coffee, before returning with a laden tray, and sitting down next to me. She poured us both a cup, and we sat together in companionable silence, as we drank the hot drinks. My dress had slipped up to my lap, exposing my underwear, and taking note of my clothes she spoke.

"Lucy, you wear such stylish clothes, even when you wear plain underwear you look so deliciously fresh. Green really suits you, it brings out your eyes, and highlights that reddish tint to your hair,"

She herself was looking very sophisticated, with a plain white blouse, a black knee length skirt, sheer coffee-coloured tights, with a lacy white slip, flickering into sight at her hem, as she moved around on the seat.

"You always look nice as well Millie."

I sensed she wanted to talk but wasn't sure how to approach the conversation. I smiled warmly at her, and taking a deep breath, I started it for her.

"So, Millie. You and John, would you like to tell me about it? I'll understand if you don't, but if you do, you can be sure that I won't be shocked or disapproving, and by now you know that I'll keep your confidences to myself."

"Thank heaven you've said that Lucy, I do want to tell you, tell you everything, you've no idea how hard it's been, the heaviness of the knowledge, how much of a relief it is to let it all out, and how pleased I am that it's you I can talk to."

"Take your time, perhaps begin by telling me how it started, and how long you've been sharing each other?"

"Well, alright, here goes then. Oh my god I can't believe I going to tell you all this."

With a breathless rush, it all came tumbling out, I watched her face as she spoke, seeing expressions of deep tenderness, and satisfaction, sometimes her eyes closed, as she relived the memories. On occasion I saw almost pure bliss on her features, and I noticed how much she was blooming, her skin, soft and clear, her hair thick and glossy. Clearly what she was doing, no matter what anyone else may have thought, was doing her good.

John had been away at university for three years, apart from the usual holidays, he had completed his studies, graduating with a 2:1 in graphic art and design. On his return home, he took a job on a distribution centre working shifts and earning a reasonable rate of pay. He quickly assumed the position of 'man of the house,' and she'd found herself thinking of him first. Jenny was preparing to go to university in September, and once she had gone, they settled into life together, growing ever closer.

In the evenings when he wasn't working, they would sit together on the sofa, and hold hands, or put their arms around each other. She began to notice how frequently he got an erection when they were touching each other, hip to hip, or shoulder to shoulder. Becoming aware that she had developed a desire for him since Jenny had gone to university, she found she couldn't help herself or halt the inexorable progress to a closer relationship with him.

She had tempted him, subtly at first, a glimpse of underwear now and again, brushing close to him more and more frequently. She had left her bedroom door open and let him see her getting undressed. There had been the odd intrusion into the bathroom when he was in the shower. Usually when bringing fresh clean towels into the room, she found herself impressed by how much he'd developed, and how stiff he became when he saw her there watching him.

"Honestly Lucy, I didn't set out to seduce him, he was my son for god's sake, but I couldn't help myself, the draw of his physical attractiveness was just too great."

"What made you overcome your inhibitions?"

"I'm not sure, but each day that passed, the feelings got stronger, until I found myself getting turned on by him, to the extent I couldn't wait for him to come home. I started dressing to excite him, you know, nice lingerie, shorter skirts. It wasn't long before he started to respond, and I remember feeling overjoyed by his interest."

"He didn't have any girlfriends."

"No, he wasn't very good with the interactions, he'd get tongue tied, so it seemed natural that because he was relaxed around me that I became his girlfriend, his love interest."

"Go on, how did it progress?"

She had continued the slow, temptation of him, deliberately introducing a sexual flirtation into their relationship. There had been occasions when she'd accidentally left her underwear in his laundry basket or hanging on the airier in their scullery. Her slow awakening to him, and his to her, progressed inevitably as she purposefully beguiled him, enticing him to become closer to her, enrapturing him with her charm, and sexual allure. As I mentioned previously although in her early 40's, she was quite an attractive woman.

"Was there ever a time when you doubted your feelings, or perhaps felt that they were wrong?"

"Of course, Lucy, I lived in fear that he'd reject me, or that someone would find out and I'd face censure, but I couldn't let it go. You have to remember that I hadn't had sex with anyone since my husband left, more than 17 years, and my needs drove me to the brink of recklessness."

"You pursued it though."

"Yes, yes I did, I tried to resist, to tell myself I was being silly, but I was besotted by him, so I gave in to my feelings, and I don't regret it one little bit."

They'd gone out to dinner together frequently, she'd chosen discreet bistros, away from where they lived, small, dimly lit, where they'd been served great food, and dark good wine. Enjoyed nights at the cinema together, and afterwards, walked hand in hand along the riverbank across the river near Festival Hall, relaxing together, easy in their companionship when they ambled as a couple along the softly lit pathways, they strolled, taking in the fresh evening air.

On a drive out to the country, there had been a pleasant deepening of their relationship, and stopping for a picnic at a picturesque spot near the Windsor water park, they had lain together in the warm sunshine on the big tartan blanket, enjoying sandwiches and hot tea from a thermos. Seeming afterwards, with a natural ease to slip into a warm, intimate cuddle, and sharing their first real lover's kiss. At that point, she had known he was hers, and that sex between them was a certainty, it was just a matter of when, and where.

Their intimacy became more advanced, and they kissed frequently on their dates, sometimes on park benches, or in the back row of the cinema. Her seductive wiles became increasingly evident in their effect on him. Her eyes sparked as she smiled at him over the restaurant tables, her low voice, almost a whisper had become enchanting to him. When in private they began to engage in light foreplay, cuddling together, one afternoon he'd slipped his hand up her dress, and fondled her smooth curved juicy vulva through her panties. She always wore silk underwear with him, knowing how stimulating the soft smooth material felt to a man, and how much he enjoyed the delightful tickle of lace against the back of his hand.

"Oh Millie! How lovely for you, that's one of the things I look forward to most, that feeling as their hands smoothly go up the inside of my thighs, and that first touch on my panties, the tingle of expectation. You are a lucky, lucky girl."