After a wonderfully educational summer of sex with my neighbor and my mother, who turned out to be my neighbor's girlfriend, I set off for university. I had definitely matured under the sexual tutelage of the two mature ladies, even if one was my mother, including developing an appreciation for all-lady sex and the pleasures it gave those participating
I am a 21 year-old just started at university, by the name of Mark Johnson. I finished grammar school at just 17 with A levels and a scholarship and a university acceptance, but felt too young and immature to go that September. My birthday is in August so I would have been just 18, and I just didn't feel I was ready to leave home. Instead I did a third year in the Sixth form, which took me to approaching my 19th birthday. A 6-3 year means you cover much of your first year university syllabus but in the school methods you are used to with teachers you are used to. It's supposed to give you a flying start at university and time to adapt to the change in teaching methods from classroom to lecture room. After that, I worked for two years as a building site laborer which developed a good tan and muscles. So now, it's early October, and I am in my first year at university, and have already got myself involved with a slightly older than me girl called Jane, and a bi-sexual nympho named Carol, a few years older. Jane and I spent a weekend with my Mum and her girlfriend Julie.
Back at University, this was Jane's 'lady week' so I saw her in class and part of one evening as we worked on a project, but no romantic activity. I was thinking I was getting more and more romantically inclined toward her, but she made her attitude plain.
To her, I was the only guy she had sex with at the moment, as no-one else had demonstrated the right, but she was not prepared to be exclusive, nor was she prepared to rule out having a girl-friend.
Thursday night I got a mysterious text from Mum. "Can you come home alone after classes tomorrow for the weekend?" No please or thank you. No explanation of the cause of the drama. So on Friday, I drove Jane back to the house as I stopped in to pick up some clothes. She kissed me good-bye in a nice but not passionate way, and I was on my way home. "Give my love to your Mum", she said.
I got home and Mum had a plate of spaghetti Bolognese ready. As I ate she filled me in. Julie's daughter, who I thought was about 26 was actually 30, and had just found out her husband of 5 years, and longer than that as her partner, had come out as gay and as a cross-dresser, and was considering transitioning to a woman. This weekend she was leaving the marital home and moving back in with Julie, and I was wanted to drive a white panel van, and help load it of course, to help move the stuff.
So as a result, we were up early Saturday and off to Donna's place, about two hours away. It took a couple of hours or so to pack the van, another two hours to drive back, and around an hour to unload, as she was not yet bothering to unpack anything but clothes. Julie's house was four-bedroomed, so clothes went in Donna's old room, the rest, still packed, into the other two.
On the way back, Donna rode with me. This was because, according to Donna, Julie had suddenly become super maternal and protective and was treating her like a little girl of 14 instead of a woman of 30. I had never really got to know Donna, as I was only 12 when she went off to university and she had never, prior to now, returned home to live.
Another reason for travelling with me was "When we are unloaded, will you invite me out to dinner, please? I need to just get away from Julie for a while. Don't worry, I'll pay." I said yes, while also being surprised she called her Mum by her first name, given when I call my Mum, Barbara...
So as we finished unloading the van, I asked Donna out and she feigned surprise and said "That would be nice. Say in a couple of hours, after we've relaxed and showered?" Julie didn't look happy, but begrudgingly agreed. So around 7:30 Donna and I set off in my car. When I asked where she wanted to go, she said "Anywhere not around here."
Cleaned up, so to speak, Donna was quite attractive. She was almost as tall as I with great legs, judging by the lines of her black dress pants. Her blouse, also black, followed the obvious curves in her body. She was, as my Dad used to say "Pleasantly upholstered." She certainly wasn't fat, but her bust and hips curved very nicely, as did her ass. Her hair was darkish blond, held back and off her ears by an Alice band.
I drove for a while along the road that would eventually take us to London if we stayed on it that long. After a while, there was a country hotel that advertised a restaurant and we decided that would do as we were now both feeling hungry.
We sat in the lounge to look at the menu. In the end, we chose exactly the same: French onion soup, a nice slice of prime rib, medium rare, with garlic mashed potatoes and assorted vegetables, and a bottle of Australian Shiraz.
Over dinner she filled me in. She had been with Gregory - Greg - since university, her first real boyfriend but not, said with some mysterious overtones, her first lover. They had married, but he didn't want kids. He had started travelling a lot for work, or so he said. After a while she noticed some of her lingerie going missing and then reappearing some time later. When she finally challenged him on his travelling it had all come out.
He was gay, and using her lingerie to cross-dress for other men. He was wanting to transition to being a woman. He knew Donna had been bi-sexual when they were at university and he hoped they could become a same-sex female couple. Donna apparently used words I was more accustomed to in my construction-site days to let him know what she thought of that idea. Hence, the move this week-end.
The bottle ran out, but the restaurant did the same wine by the glass, so Donna ordered a glass for herself, and asked if I wanted one. I declined as I was driving, and she surprised me by asking if we could stay the night here. Her excuse? "I need the pants fucked off me!"
I replied that if that was the reason we were staying the night, it was an even better reason for declining the extra wine. She laughed.
"When I came home for the odd weekend for university, your parents always came round for an evening."
"I know that Dad often joined Mum in a threesome with your Mum."
"You do, do you? Did you know that sometimes when you had a sleepover at friends, they would spend the night at our house. Sometimes, your Dad slept with Julie, and I slept with your Mum."
"Really? The more I find out about my parents the more it surprises me how little I know about their life beyond being my parents..."
"Your Mum was my first bi-sex lover. She was fantastic, probably still is."
I grinned. "I find her an incredible lover, but then so is your Mum."
"Oh, I know, we've made love loads of times. And I know all about last summer. Even seen some of the pics. But did you know, I gave up my virginity to your Dad?"
It was perhaps as well I didn't have any wine, because if I had had some in my mouth it would have sprayed all over the table.
"You what?" I stammered.
"Yes," said Donna, with a look on her face that implied she was reliving the experience, and it was clearly a pleasurable memory. "Julie wanted my first time to be with a gentleman who was a gentle man and would treat me with kindness and respect, and patience. Your Dad was a wonderfully considerate lover. We made love on several occasions. He was much more a man than Greg, for reasons that are now a lot more apparent."
She called the maître d' over and inquired if they had a room, and when he said yes, she gave him a credit card, asked him to check us in and put everything on the room bill. Twenty minutes later, we were upstairs in a very romantic room.
