Marge sighed as she turned towards the kitchen. "What would you like for supper?"
"Anything we've got." Then with a chuckle; "The appetizer just left."
Marge found and began heating a can of soup while Jo made cold cut sandwiches. Then, still naked, they sat down to eat in an anticipatory quiet. As Jo begins to wash the dishes Marge breaks the silence; "Jo?"
"Yes mother."
"I know it's a bit late to do anything about it but I am curious about when you first let Bob fuck you. Or wasn't he the first?"
"No" Jo softly answers. " Bob wasn't the first boy I let fuck me." Then as the last dish went into the drainer; "Let's go into the living room Mom, this is going to take a while." As they sit next to each other on the couch, Jo begins her narration.
"After this afternoon I guess it's silly keeping any secrets from you. My first introduction to sex as more than a difference in gender was ten years ago at that 'Girls Summer Camp' that you and dad sent me to while you went on that cruse the year before he died. I was unhappy that you had sent me to camp instead of taking me with you. I do understand now, and have for the last eight years."
Then recognizing the look of comprehension on her mothers face; "Yeah, it was Uncle Ralph who finally made me understand; but he didn't do anything but hold me and explain until I really did understand. Back to sex. I resented being excluded from you and Dad's cruise and was not enjoying myself at camp although I had made tentative friendships with a couple of girls, one was named Ann but I can't remember the name of the other. The first Saturday one of the phys-ed councilor's boyfriend came to see her and when they headed out one of the nature trails Ann, the other girl, and I followed. I guess I thought we would see them necking and could tease her later about it. Ann and Jesica; yeah, that was her name; weren't as naive as I was. When the councilor and her boyfriend left the trail and headed for a clearing behind some heavy brush Ann motioned Jesse and I to be very quiet and follow. We found a viewpoint just as they clinched in a kiss, both holding the other's ass. They hadn't even broken the kiss before he had her shorts off and she had his around his knees. I really didn't know what was going on and when I turned to ask Ann, I got a second shock; She and Jesse were finger fucking each other while they watched.
"Baby; if your father and I had even a hint of that we would have had the police after that councilor." Marge almost exploded. Then, more calmly; "I didn't even think to explain sex to you before you began puberty at twelve. Guess you already knew most of it by then."
"Not the way you explained it to me. I still had a lot of misconceptions even then, though I was still technically virgin at the time. I didn't loose my cherry till the second year of junior high. Remember Jake? The Hudson's boy? You never thought anything about his taking me and his sister out to the beach. The first time anything happened it started quite innocently; we were playing tag and Betty tripped just as she was tagging Jake and caught his shorts as she fell. They wound up around his ankles. I really don't think he remembered that I was there when he blurted out; ' "Not here Betty, wait till we're home."
Then they both realized I was there and both of them began pleading with me to keep quiet about their involvement with each other while Jake pulled his shorts back up. I was still virgin at that time although I had let a couple boys feel me up. I had given one hand job to a boy who wouldn't take no for an answer. I wasn't at all confused about what Jake and Betty had been doing. After about five minutes of their pleading I gave in and told them I wouldn't tell on them if I were part of the secret. After they moved away I didn't really have any sex till I met Bob. Even then it was almost six months before we did more than neck and a little feeling up. It was the night of the Senior prom that we did anything more. That strapless dress let his hand get to my nipples too easily, I wound up giving him a hand job while he sucked my tits. Things progressed a bit faster after that and we went sixty-nine the third date after the prom. He kept begging me to fuck for three more weeks before I 'borrowed' your PILL prescription and the week after that I sat on his prick after sucking him off. I don't think it took more than two minutes for him to get back up, in me, and off. It takes a lot longer now."
"Bob's the only boy I blow or let screw me but I have let one or two feel me up. There is one girl that I think would like to get into my pants but Bob is all I want or can handle at the moment." Then leaning back and smiling at her mother;"How about you mom? When did you start fucking around after Dad died? "
"I quess you're right about no secrets, baby. OK. As you know ; your fathers death hit me pretty hard even though we both knew it was inevitable. It was almost a year before I felt able to go back to work and I couldn't even look at a man that way for another year after I went back to work though I got a few requests for dates. Then I got this position as district sales manager and had to attend quite a few dinner meetings, as you know. And as you also know, they can get more than a bit alcoholic on occasion. One of those alcoholic meetings I had more than usual and one of the salesmen that knew I was a widow made a pass in the car on the way home. I turned him down firmly but began to remember how it felt to give and take pleasure with a considerate man. Soon after that I accepted a date with him and refused the motel offer but did, as you and Bob, gave him a hand job while he fingered me. It was almost a year before I let him screw me though I had given him a couple blow jobs. We usually stopped at his apartment for a quickie. We were lovers for over a year before he got transferred to the east coast office.
About six months after that I met Jim. We've dated on and off for over five years now. Our first dates were about as uneventful as possible; he didn't even make a verbal pass. About two years ago I began wondering about it and asked if he didn't like women. He told me that he liked women very much but never pushed a relationship. When I jokingly asked if that didn't leave him frustrated sometimes, he matter of factually told me that he had many friends who were swingers and that he never needed anything not freely offered.
The next day I got the Pill prescription and the next date told him that I was freely offering. He was very gentle and much more attentive to my desires than Frank had ever been; even more so than you father had been. We spent at least part of every date in his apartment for the next three or four months. One night I asked about his swinger friends and he told me of some of the orgies he had been to with his friends. I had been working up my courage and asked if he would take me to one. Like you and Bob last night, I was quite nervous on meeting the other six couples that were there; but I soon got so turned on that I really can't remember how many times I got fucked or how many cocks I sucked. Since that first orgy Jim has taken me to one every other month or so. I've learned to enjoy doing things with men and women both that I would never even have considered as pleasurable three years ago. Last orgy we attended I took three men at once; Jim in my vagina, another man with a fairly small cock in my ass, and sucking the third. I don't remember who came first but Jim was still in me when I finished my climax. I've learned that there is more pleasure to giving pleasure than I ever imagined there could be."
"Mom; I'll be nineteen next month and Bob's nineteenth is only next week. As a birthday present could you and Jim take us along to the next orgy?"
"I don't know, Jo. All the parties we've gone to were people in our age group; I've never seen any young people at any of them. You and Bob might feel uncomfortable and inhibited. Your presence might even inhibit others."
"I'd like to try , and after this afternoon I think Bob might like to as well."
"We'll ask him next time he's over."
"He wasn't the least inhibited this afternoon, neither was I once we got started." Then standing and facing her mother; "That reminds me; you never did answer my question this afternoon."
"What question, Jo?"
"The one about going sixty-nine with me."
"Didn't Bob tell you how our flavors compared?"
"Yes. But all this talk has me hot again, and I did like the taste of you on Bob's cock. Then using both hands to spread her vulva to expose a very wet and erect clit; "Finger fucking myself wouldn't be nearly as much fun as sharing."
