Chapter 1
Jenna Grubber was a university student studying civil engineering and not dabbling in witchcraft or the occult or becoming in idiot inciting civilian unrest without just cause, thank god. Her only worry about sex was she remained a virgin.
She decided she should choose a guy carefully to experience full sex. So far at university, she had dated with two guys who'd managed to work her up passionately. But on both occasions that hugely enjoyable state of having her senses hammered ended with her chickening out. Both times she'd snapped her legs closed before the fast-approaching dripping cock could...
One night, feeling frustrated, she cried into her pillow, "Omigod think of what experiences lie ahead for me when my theoretical hot hunk penetrates me, sooner rather than later."
In following days, Jenna thought long and hard about possible sex with a male, sufficiently at times to make herself excite into wetness down below and to start dribbling at the corner of her mouth.
Eventually, she decided her father should be the man to symbolically deflower her.
Yes, what better choice, she nodded err devoutly, when beginning planning to drag him into the darkest secret he'd ever imagined, much to his shame.
Her choice was partly about timing as well. Her parents had been rowing lately, and that was unusual for them.
She was in the kitchen with her mum Marlene and they'd just finished clearing away after breakfast when she triggered her campaign to activate daddy, sexually.
Jenna said, "Mum, are you and dad okay, I mean relation-wise?"
Marlene adopted the expression of a woman desperate to unburden.
"Darling, if I tell you, would you keep that info to yourself?"
"Of course, mum. I mean, you are my mum," Jenna said persuasively, wondering what the heck?
Marlene patted her hair in place.
"Well I really don't know," she choked.
"That's fine mum. I don't need to know. I'm off."
Marlene blurted, "I'm having an affair."
Jenna's mouth fell open and she sucked in air.
She drew on Australian slang: "Mum, you little beauty. I'd never guessed you had it in you, with your being a church warden and all that stuff."
"These things just happen."
"I guess they do, mum. And I must remember that. How did it happen?"
Her mother flushed a little as she wrung her hands as she recalled her betrayal.
Pitching in with genuine support, Jenna said sounding rather detached, "It's okay mum. Probably you feel you must tell someone you can trust, and you know you won't risk facing lop-sided judgement from me."
"Yes, that's true."
Marlene sighed and walked to the sofa as the far corner of the lounge, away from the open doors leading on to the terrace, followed by her daughter. They both were aware that Jenna was rather light on deep moral feelings. Right at that moment Jenna was wondering if that area should be called confession corner of the family home.
Claude was well out of earshot He was away trimming his mother's hedge around her vegetable garden and would stay on for Saturday lunch.
Still feeling her way in passing into adulthood, Jenna knew next to nothing about adultery. She knew in the case of an unattached 'he and a she', one of them would call the shot and they would fall into each other's arms and just do it. She was about to learn that what happens does not necessarily occur spontaneously.
In confessing her 'waywardness' (her choice of word), Marlene described how it began so innocently. In summary, she said each Sunday when she emerged from church. she would notice the slightly plump and smiling Neville Baker standing with wife and some of his family and friends, engaging in social after-church chatter.
Eventually, Marlene realized that the sod, err the friendly architect, was glancing at her longer than simply admiring her dress of the day as she walked down the exit steps. He was watching her body, well her thighs moving her dress, and it was noticeable to her that each Sunday his gaze appeared to linger longer on her breasts.
Weeks later after church, Neville winked at her and she winked back, impulsively.
Marlene attempted to confirm to herself that she hadn't meant to respond in any way at all but within a few hours of occasional reflection admitted to herself that her wink was intended and she would welcome knowing Neville more, err, yes, more intimately.
Neville called Marlene on that infamous Sunday afternoon when she was resting after late lunch. He launched with the line that he just had to say how splendid she'd looked that morning in that new dress.
She'd laughed and said the inevitable, 'What that old thing' and away they chatted, finishing with her accepting his invitation to meet after work on Wednesday at the Caprice Coffee Bar on the river embankment.
Marlene confessed to her daughter that eventually such occasional meetings ended with a kiss goodbye and then a bit of body pressing occurred and then about 11 weeks ago they began doing it, and that's all she wished to say.
But Jenna's mind was filled with the concept of her mother partaking in body pressing with any guy who was not her husband, and the need to know more raged.
"Mum, for goodness sake, don't leave me hanging in a void."
"What on earth can you wish to hear me say?"
"Mum, you're a modern woman, not one of those dried up prunes of similar age looking back and dreaming of the past. What was he like to fuck?"
"For goodness sake, Jenna. I'm your mother, not some off the street whore."
"I know that as well as you do mother. Omigod, sorry, I traditionally only use the word mother when I'm telling you off. I just need to know more of the nitty-gritty. We are both women and it's natural for us to think of and admire our bodies and at times to think about sex and touch ourselves."
Marlene sighed
"Yes, that's a reasonable request and I will respond but first, you answer this. Omigod, now you have me using the word: Do you and your girlfriend Frankie actually try to fuck? You will remember I caught you both at it during those days when you both had turned eighteen and were waiting to start university."
"Yeah mum, and we used a strap-on imitation penis and that's how I technically lost my virginity."
"What, just one of those straps-on thingies one sometimes sees hanging on the wall above the stands of stockings for sale of back-street dress shops?"
Jenna said yes, those thingies. And either she or Frankie would strap it on and they both occasionally would take it anally.
"Omigod."
"Yes mum, and with it up my arse and her fingers working deep in my pussy, I feel so exhilarated and soaring that my tongue at point of climax feels as if it's hanging out half-way down to my chest."
"Good for you darling, sex is supposed to be fully enjoyable like a nice hot shower in mid-winter. Just one more question before I tell you more: Are you likely to always have a female as your lover?"
"No, both Frankie and I have been talking about ending our sexual relationship and switching to men, perhaps using a weaning process rather than an abrupt closure."
"Good to hear darling. Now, the thing that appeals to me about Neville is his dick is long but slim. Your father's dick is rather too big for me as I age."
"Really, then how big is it when its erect?"
"When on our honeymoon, I purchased a dressmaker's tape and measured it with pride, but I can't remember those measurements. It's almost as thick as my wrist."
Wide-hipped Jenna gurgled.
"What was that dear?"
"Nothing, just clearing my throat."
