You want me to do what to your mother? (Rewrite)
Let's start with who we are. The city where I grew up and got married, was an old northern town. It is composed of people who come from "the old country" and are very strict religious. In the old country the women are considered property of the men. Sometime look this up on Ellis Island's website. It may say "Joe Immigrant with wife and two children". Most of the time the wife and children were listed in name and age only. Men worked and women were housekeepers, literally. Men were in charge. A man was considered sub-standard if he could not support his family and the wife HAD to work, so some in the lower paying jobs worked another part time one to make ends meet. Financially, they were considered lower middle class; however, they were far better off than in the "old country".
Sex was something merely for the purpose of having children. A woman did not do it until AFTER marriage. If a girl had sex before marriage, she was forced to marry the boy. If she got "knocked up" she was sent to a relative to have the baby without the rest of the town knowing, and she was told not to come back home. And the boy was also sent to a relative in a different city if they didn't marry. For all intent and purposes, they were all but disowned. Prudes!
They did not do anything other than "missionary". Doing oral was something for "Queers and Lesbos". (this was the 1960s) The women would be called "whores" by their husbands for originating sex or trying to "be on top". In fact, in this town of 50,000, there were no "adult bookstores". Above all, women were never, ever allowed to complain about their husband's inability or desire to please them that way, or refuse to "service" their husbands. Also, marriage was for life. No divorces allowed.
I found in later life, as you will see, the men were the most religious, and the women, in a lot of cases, were unfulfilled sexually. However, since the men are in charge, the women HAVE to keep this quiet, and "go with the flow". In essence, the woman is cannot show pleasure in having sex..... To show just how naive some women were, once I awoke with "morning wood" as most teenage boys do. I was startled in hearing my bedroom door opening and mom came in and saw it. She said "Why is that doing that; do you have to go pee?" (I answered yes, and no more was said.)
I was born into one of those religions mentioned above, but in a reformed sense. For all practical purposes, I modernized my beliefs, as their lifestyle is not for me. I believe that marriage is not along the lines of a purchase, but is to be a union, a partnership. So when I married, I found a woman who was progressive like me and we enjoy sex. I was in a technical position, and repaired medical electronics, which required in state travel. I made good money.
Me. I am 5-7, 165#, not ripped with a six pack, but in good shape. I was a swimmer in H S and our home has a pool. My job required handling medical equipment and I still swim when I can. My Johnson is 6" and medium thickness. I have brown hair. If there was one word to describe me, it would be "average". My outstanding quality is that I learned to please a woman when I was 19 yrs old. I had an older woman teach me how to enjoy sex way beyond just getting my rocks off, and how to please a woman. And I learned that if the woman is pleased, you will be invited back, or rather demanded..
M I L or Mom, as we both called her, was in her earlier 50s when this took place, 5-5, about 130, with thick brunet curly hair, and proportioned like my wife: 36C, a bit thick wasted and very firm all over. She was a farm girl. On a farm, you worked and getting fat was not an option. You did your chores. She still walked 3 miles a day. She was very introverted, bordering on Asperger disease. Once she knew you for a while, she would be a lot friendlier. This problem accounted for very few friends. With her religious upbringing, she wore loose clothing and old styles. Literally looked like the stereotype of a Grandmother. I never thought about her in a sexual way because she was my M I L and she did not look like somebody who would "want it".
Dad, definitely raised "old country", was very average in build, 5' 8. He had a desk job, but one with very high stress. He had a stroke, but was somewhat still mobile with his powered wheelchair, so they moved from "up north" to a senior living mobile home park about 40 miles from our home, in the deep south, where we moved a few years after marriage. A year later, he had another stroke, and mom could not lift him so they put him in an assisted living center. Since this was only across town from us, but a 40 mile drive for mom, and she would stay with us for a few days at a time. She sold thier mobile home and bought a condo near the living center, which was along my way home from work, so I could help her. He did not last long there and died a couple of months later.
The condo was built for over 50s, and had concrete walls separating the units and extra insulation for lower power bills and low sound transfer. The older people play their TV and stereos a bit loud sometimes....
Mom would come over to our house and sometimes stay overnight. After all, we were closer to her, as her other daughter was in the mid-western US. Wife and mom would have very long talks. With her shyness, meeting and remarrying was not an option, so we made her as comfortable as possible. In fact, I felt closer to wife's family than my own.
One day I came in from job travel and they both were there. I noticed a half bottle of wine on the table. After I changed into "at home: clothes, like gym shorts and a tee shirt, and got settled, I went into the great room and. wife said "Sit down. We need to talk to you. Mom has a problem".
I sat down and wife said "Mom and I talked this over. With dad's stroke and medical problems, mom has not had sex in nearly 3 years. She needs some loving. With her shyness, she won't go out and find someone. So we want to ask you to make love to her?"
I sat there with my mouth and eyes wide open. Then I said "You want me to do THAT to your mother?"
"That's putting it like it is, what do you say?"
"Let me digest this and think."
I went into the kitchen. I came back into the great room with a mixed drink for myself and one each for them. After drinking and thinking, I said "If both of you think this will not adversely affect all of us, I will do it. I do want to make this clear, I am only doing this because both of you asked me to"
"We thought so. Here are some rules we came up with for ALL of us to follow. Nobody else is to know about this, especially our daughter. You do not do this in *our* bed, so use the spare room and clean up afterwards. I will not watch or be there while you are with mom."
I said "OK. Maybe it would be better if we did this at her condo. Her neighbors see me there a lot so they would not be suspicious."
Mom said "Good Idea. When do we start?"
"Give me an hour and I will be there."
I went there and knocked on the door. She said come in. I told her "Let's get some wine and talk first." She returned with some wine and I continued "I want to see just where you are with this and then I can take it from there. Use whatever language you want when you reply to a question."
She shook her head yes. Then I said "Tell me exactly what sexual experience that you have."
She said "Dad was old country. Sex was for having children. After my two daughters were born, it was once every week or two, then in later years, even less. He had me lay in the bed, turned out the lights, and mounted me. There was a bit of kissing, and then he went to it, from 5 to 10 minutes. Once he climaxed, he rolled off, we cleaned up and went to sleep. There were never any signs of affection, such as touching..."
I said "So, his version of foreplay was to say 'brace yourself?"
She laughed and said "That's about it."
