Having a whole week to reflect on the situation played on my nerves. Firstly, I was paranoid about someone finding out. Maybe a neighbour would hear through the wall. Maybe Dad would find out, somehow. What if I talked in my sleep? Secondly, when I looked at the calendar, I was due to return to uni in three weeks. That meant just two more Saturdays at home with Mum where sex was on the table. I thought about trying to delay my return, but Mum would get annoyed if she thought I was hurting my studying just to be with her, plus I'd promised Lydia we'd move into the new flat on the same day. So I had to make the most of my two chances.
The first Saturday I woke up to Mum bringing me a cup of tea. She was wearing a dressing gown over her pyjamas, which she dropped on the floor as she squeezed into bed with me. My heart started racing, wondering whether this was when I was finally going to lose my virginity, but actually we just made out together while she stroked my cock. Being able to kiss her like this felt incredible, almost as good as her fingers on my cock, and when I told her I was going to cum she grabbed a couple of tissues from the box and used those to catch my cum. It wasn't exactly the most exciting experience, and I wanted to do more for her, but she seemed happy with just making me cum. After that, we played around for the rest of the day, making out or grinding on each other. She let me grab her boob once, through her shirt, and I was desperate for more. We settled for another topless blowjob on the sofa, though, which at least I managed to make last for a few minutes.
With one day left, I wondered whether me being a virgin had put Mum off. Maybe she wanted my first time to be with a girl at uni, not with her, so she was sticking to handjobs and blowjobs for now. I wanted to talk to her about it, to tell her I didn't mind, but during the week we didn't talk about it. By Saturday, I was ready to explode, and as soon as I saw her in the morning I gently pushed her up against the kitchen wall and started kissing her.
"Take it easy," she giggled, pushing me away. "I've got something planned for later."
If there was anything which was going to get me even more worked up, it was that. I couldn't take my eyes off her at the pool, fantasizing about her so much that I had to pretend I wanted to do a final length of the pool just to get my erection to go down. Nothing happened over lunch, then she said she wanted to go shopping in the afternoon so I watched TV and left her to it.
"I want to dust behind the TV so can you go up to your room for a bit?" she asked.
"But you always clean on Sundays," I complained.
"I don't care, shift."
"Okay," I said, heaving myself off the sofa I'd been sitting on for about four hours. "The next match isn't on until five anyway."
She nodded. "I should be done by then."
If only I'd known what she had planned. I did some reading in my room for half an hour, and I was toying with the idea of booting up my laptop when I got a text from Mum.
Mum: All done, you can come down
I wasn't prepared for what I saw when I strolled back downstairs into the living room. Mum had laid out some crisps and snacks instead of a proper meal, the TV was switched to the football, and there was a cold can of lager waiting for me, with a chilled glass of wine on her side. Mum wasn't there, so I sank into my seat with a feeling of luxury.
When she pushed open the door, I said without looking, "Thanks, Cathy, this looks amazing."
"Can't you look away from football for five seconds?"
I turned my head and my mind was blown. Mum was standing there in the doorway, posing slightly, her hair wavy and cascading down to her shoulders. She was wearing a pale blue floaty summer dress which was struggling to contain her boobs, and when she turned slightly the skirt swished and showed off her legs.
"Wow, Cathy, you look incredible."
She smiled and stepped over, sitting down on the sofa next to me and snuggling up, pressing my arm into her tits.
"Thank you, you're sweet," she said, lowering her voice. "I thought maybe you'd appreciate having a girl to bring you drinks and food tonight, since it's our last Saturday together."
"I definitely do," I said, torn between football and boobs.
Somewhere about half time she pulled the straps of her dress over her shoulders during a makeout session and she watched the rest of the match topless. I tried a couple of times to slide my hand up her skirt, but she nudged my hand away, so I had to be satisfied with being able to touch a woman's bare breasts for the first time. The softness surprised me, as well as how much she reacted when I slid my palms over her nipples.
The final ten minutes, she climbed onto my lap and sat facing me, kissing me, her hair in my face, while she rubbed herself on my bulge. To this day I have no idea how the match ended, except that at full time, when the whistle blew, Mum pulled away from our kiss and looked at me.
"Ready for your first time?" she said softly, and I could only nod. She climbed off, switched the TV off, grabbed my hand and led me upstairs. I couldn't take my eyes off her bum as we climbed the stairs and she led me to her room.
The full enormity of what was about to happen hit me when she reached into her bedside drawer and passed me a foil packet.
"Normally I'd suggest a little more foreplay but I don't want you to cum too early," she said, a little too matter-of-factly for my liking. I'd cum quickly before, yeah, but only because an incredibly hot older woman who happened to be my mum was sucking my cock. Who wouldn't cum quickly in that situation?
Regardless, I sat on the edge of the bed and, after pushing down my trousers and underwear, I ripped open the condom and carefully rolled it onto my cock. It was the first time I'd ever had a condom on and it was a weird feeling, a little restrictive and tight. When I was satisfied, I glanced over at Mum who was sliding under the blanket, her dress now lying in a heap on the floor. My cock jumped a little when I realised she must be just wearing knickers under the blanket, and then I felt a surge of arousal when I finally realised that this was it. I was going to lose my virginity to my mum. In a few minutes, my cock would be inside her pussy.
"Don't be nervous, honey," she said, taking my hand and gently tugging me towards her. I leant in for a kiss as she helped me lie down next to her, getting under the blanket too. She paused to flick off the light, leaving the room dark except for the evening light coming through the curtains.
We lay there, kissing occasionally, for a minute or so. I think we were both trying to process what was about to happen and building up the courage. In the end, I felt Mum's soft hand on my wrist and she guided my hand down over her smooth tummy and between her legs.
"Do you know how to finger a girl?" she asked, her voice a little breathless. My fingers were resting on the fabric of her knickers, on top of her pussy.
"I've never done it," I admitted, my nerves rising.
"You'll learn fast," she said with a slight giggle, pushing her knickers down. Now my fingers were touching her wet pussy, which was a lot wetter than I was expecting, actually. Her bush rubbed over my wrist as she pushed my hand down to her opening and then gently pressed one finger inside.
I was a little overwhelmed. I was acutely aware of how much I had to learn, and at the same time I was trying to process the fact that my finger was inside my mum's pussy. She kept up the pressure until my finger had slid all the way inside, surrounded by the tightness of her insides.
"Okay, now just start moving in and out gently," she whispered, guiding my wrist to help me find the right rhythm. Maybe it was my inexperience talking, but each gentle touch she made on my hand helped me find the right thing to do and she seemed to know exactly what she wanted. I almost gasped out loud when I pressed my finger all the way back inside and she let out her first moan. A proper aroused woman moan. Not a fake, porn star thing, but a real noise which told me she was enjoying this. I was turning her on. My cock had never been harder.
"Are you ready to go on top?" she finally asked, between little moans. "I think I'm ready."
I nodded and, a little too eager, pulled my finger out too fast, making her gasp.
"Slow down, no rush," she giggled, kissing my chest. Her tongue poked out and flicked over my nipple, which was a sudden sensation I never even knew existed. She giggled again when she felt my reaction, then helped me to climb over her leg and lay between her thighs. She clasped my hand against her boob, my wet finger from her pussy sliding over her nipple and making her moan softly again.
"Slow and gentle to start off with," she cautioned me, reaching down and taking hold of my cock with her fingertips. She guided me to her pussy, shuffling me into the right position, and then I felt my cock meeting resistance and pressing against her.
"Keep pushing," she encouraged me when she felt me hesitate. "I'll tell you if it's too much."
I did as I was told, and felt the tip of my cock through the condom slowly moving inside. It was a hard sensation to describe, but it felt amazing and I kept pushing until Mum gently pressed against my hip to tell me to stop. I was almost all the way inside her, my cock inside her pussy, and it was just as incredible as I'd imagined.
"Fuck me, in and out," she said gently, pulling on my hip again to tell me to move.
I started slow, as she'd requested, and built up speed as I heard her moans and encouragement. She pulled my head down and we kissed, her tongue in my mouth as I slid in and out of her. I was definitely fucking her now and she was loving it.
"Oh fuck, Mum," I whispered, my voice dry from lack of use.
