Teach Me Tonight

Disclaimers: As always, the characters is this story reside only in the deep recesses of my mind. I got the title of my story from the 1954 song, by Jo Stafford, and several others. There will be heterosexual sex, lesbian sex, as well as incestuous sex. BE FOREWARNED!!

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My name is Bonnie Williams. I’m nearing my 60th birthday. Oh, shit that sounds old. As I contemplate this milestone, I realize its better than my poor husband, Ben, who died of cancer just over two years ago. We had 38 very good years of wedded bliss. We raised three wonderful children, Ben, Jr, now 38, Brian, 36 and Bethany, or Beth as she prefers, who just turned 20.

Yeah, yeah, there’s a 16 year gap between numbers 2 and 3. I guess we forgot what the end result of careless, unprotected fucking might be. Whatever, we absolutely cherished our little pink bundle. I still do.

Having grown up near Seattle, and having very few dates in my first two years of high school, I was shocked when class jock, Ben Williams noticed me during his senior year, my junior year.

He seemed to play every sport, excelling in every one. I, on the other hand, knew nothing about any of them. But I watched him run with a football, shoot a basketball, and hit a baseball. I did all those things, but still didn’t know much about any of them, except that if Ben was doing them, I was watching.

Aside from his many talents in each sport, we both knew that my senior year, when he started college, he was going to study business and finance, instead of playing sports.

All throughout my senior year, it was all we could do to keep our raging hormones in check. With his amazingly good looks, to go with his 6’2″ physique, every girl wanted him, or so I thought. Every so often, I’d talk it over with my mother, asking her why the best looking guy in school wanted me, the poster girl for “Plain Jane?”

She always would tell me it was because he could see how beautiful I was on the inside. I took that to heart and at 5’5″ and a bit chunky, tried my best to keep my weight in check.

We started getting serious right after my 18th birthday, the day before high school graduation. We were in my bedroom, on my bed, when I felt his hand inside my blouse. When he touched my bra covered D cup, my nipple felt like it would burst right through my bra.

Without saying a word, we both sat up, with him lifting my blouse off, over my head. He had a little difficulty mastering the workings of my bra, so I did help him getting it to the floor. Evan at 18, my boobs just didn’t sit high up on my chest, like some of the other girls, who I took notice of in gym class. My mom always told me to be proud of my assets, as she called them.

When he leaned down and took an already engorged nipple in his mouth, I thought I’d peed my panties, thats just how excited I was. When his very large, but gentle hand caressed my other breast, I just swooned.

Moving onto both our knees, I started lifting his tee shirt over his head. Stopping to hug each other, tenderly, he stepped off the bed and undid his belt, pants button, and lowered his jeans. I stood and let him unbutton my skirt, leaving us both just looking at each other, in just our undies.

He moved right in front of me, kissing me, with one hand on my breast, and the other sliding my panties down over my rounded behind. I felt his ‘thing’ pushing against me, as it grew. Not having any first hand knowledge of an erect penis, I thought this had to be a foot long, or more. When, in fact, it was a very solid 7 inches.

Laying back on my bed, with him gently kissing and touching my boobs, I brazenly touched his manhood. My God, it felt like hardened steel.

When I felt his fingers lightly touch my never been touched pussy lips, I thought I was going to pass out. He reached for a hidden condom, unwrapped it and managed to place it correctly. Moving between my legs, he rubbed his sex up and down my pulsating lips.

“Please, Bonnie, open your beautiful eyes.”

As I did, he slowly started inserting his manhood inside me. Breaking my barrier, with a minimum of discomfort, it felt like I had a telephone pole inside me. After the third or fourth gentle thrust, he started picking up steam, as my body felt about a thousand degrees.

I’d like to tell you our first fucking lasted the entire afternoon, but lets get serious, folks, with two virgins, 19 and 18 years old, we were damn lucky to last 5 or 6 minutes.

Falling back into bed, after a small clean up, I just buried my face against his neck, trying to remember to breathe. I just couldn’t stop grinning. When my Ben asked how I was doing, all I could do was to tell him I was more than a bit sore, but in a very good way.

He just couldn’t have been more caring. Just holding each other, occasionally kissing each other, this time letting our tongues joust with each other. With each kiss getting deeper and more passionate, I felt his sex growing, again. Knowing a bit more just might take place.

As our kissing deepened, I felt his hand start slowly moving down my body. Touching each nipple. Caressing my tummy, then lower. When the tip of one finger touched my still swollen lips, I inhaled, sharply. When it went inside, I thrusted upwards, fully enjoying its effect. When a second finger was added, it felt just like his cock, but smaller. When another condom appeared, I was more than ready.

With his cock sliding inside of me, I wrapped my legs behind his butt, and held on as his pace quickened, along with our deep kisses.

This time it did last much longer, as I found out he could bring me to multiple orgasms, before his own nearly threw me against the headboard. To say we were getting the hang of this fucking business was the understatement of the year. We just couldn’t get enough of each other.

We both decided to sit down with both sets of parents, letting them know how much we truly cared for each other.

The first thing out of my parents mouths was, we hope you are being careful. Meaning, no children before marriage. We assured them we were being very responsible. Where as his parents main concern was Ben finishing college. We both knew he was on track to graduate in three years, and already had several firms looking at him. His father was very well known in the world of finance, but didn’t have anything to do with these connections.

After a very long, but productive session with both families, we made two decisions. First, I was going to mom’s doctor to put the use of condoms in the past, and second, we were going to be married, within the year.

I was fairly certain I wasn’t going to college, as I wanted to start a family, as soon as possible, and Ben had made suggestions that he was going to be providing more than enough in the way of earnings that I didn’t have to work, unless I insisted.

When I let him know that raising children and caring for a house was quite a bit of work, we were in full agreement. You have to remember, this was the very early 80’s.

With his second year of college getting off to a flying start, we agreed on a Spring wedding.

While my parents were planning our wedding, I would sit and reflect on how this ‘Plain Jane’ caught the class jock. Or was it the other way around. I never chased after him, he did the chasing and catching.

During the short engagement period, we did discuss children. Believe it or not, we both wrote a number on a piece of paper, and when we showed them to each other, they both had a two written down. I just couldn’t wait to be a mother.

Our wedding was fabulous, if I do say so, myself. My dad was so proud walking me down the aisle. With my older brother, my parents we just sort of spectators.

We had a short honeymoon on the Oregon coast, as Ben had to start the last term of his second year of college.

As his final year was half way finished, and he had several job offers, already, we decided to start our family.

Within two and a half months, I was pregnant. My mother, who took six years before my brother came along, called me fertile Myrtle. This caused many a laugh, and remained her nickname for me, until she passed away, many years after.

For some reason, I just felt that I was carrying a boy. Don’t ask me why, I just had this feeling. As my tummy grew, we found a new and very exciting way of pleasuring each other.

We discovered oral sex! Yes, we had never gone down on each other, but the first time Ben made that suggestion, and I overcame my misgivings, we must have given each other three or four mind blowing orgasms. Sorry for the pun.

I do have to admit, the first time Ben’s tongue licked my pussy lips, I thought I’d died and gone to heaven. Yes, I knew about oral sex, or so I thought. As far back as high school, I’d heard girls talking about it, with puritanical me thinking, ‘how gross’.

It took until the second time, without Ben asking, I took the head of his rock hard sex and just kissed the tip. I then got really brave and took the entire head in my mouth. Wow, this wasn’t too bad. When I realized his reaction was priceless, I started bobbing my head up and down his shaft. With his tongue licking my clit and two fingers inserted well into my sopping wet pussy, I was able to take most if his seven inches in my throat without gagging.

As I felt his cock start to twitch, I had to make a very quick decision. To swallow, or not! I quickly grabbed a tissue, or two, and took the mouthful of cum and spit it into the tissues. I did have to admit, that for the minute or two before spitting, it didn’t gross me out.

“Are you upset I spit your stuff out?”

“Not a chance,” be panted, with both of us trying to catch our breath.

We both were well aware that we were going to have many more opportunities to experiment.

As my belly grew to what I thought was on the enormous side, even our oral escapades diminished. I just felt like the Goodyear Blimp, and sex just wasn’t fun. Yes, I did love the way Ben would rub some lotion on my expanded belly, supposedly to diminish stretch marks, with a finger trying to find our baby. God, I still would get excited with just one finger in my always wet snatch.

Oh, yes, if you believe this lotion helped reduce stretch marks, I have a bridge for sale!

Just as we both thought our baby wasn’t going to leave the comfy confines he/she was in; one evening, just around the time we were trying to go to sleep, I knew it was time.

Off we went to greet our first child. After nearly two hours of labor, Benjamin Williams, Junior made his appearance. Nearly 9 pounds and 21 inches long! My God, I was sore. As he was getting cleaned up, I told Ben, Senior, he wasn’t touching me down there until Junior started to walk.

When Junior was placed in my arms, all the soreness and pushing and screaming was forgotten. His adorable little smile just melted both of our hearts.

Oh, just for the record, even though I kept big Ben from down there for quite a while, I did find time during the third week to help myself to his more than eager cock. Also, let the record show, I did try swallowing, and it wasn’t all that bad.

Both sets of parents had to be cautioned about overdoing their generosity. After all, little Ben wasn’t a fashion model, plus, he was outgrowing his clothes as fast as the grandparents could replenish his supply.

As Jr, as we were now calling him, was walking all over the place, and turning 14 months of age, we started the fun of getting him a younger sibling.

Once again, fertile Myrtle was in fine form, and within 8 or 9 weeks baby number two was on the way.

We had moved into an older, large house, suitable for children, with 5 bedrooms, a den/home office and a large, fenced yard, fit for dad to throw any sort of ball to our children.

He was quickly getting well established in the world of high finance, which not only did he enjoy, we found it very rewarding, financially.

Our sex life during this pregnancy didn’t slow down one iota. When standard fucking was too difficult, our oral and manual actions returned with gusto.

We did have a few near mishaps, with junior trying our closed door, right in the middle of the action. Talk about a mood killer, “mommy, daddy, I’m hungry!” Accompanied with pounding on the door.

As I neared my delivery date, we chose not to learn of the sex of number two, so when we headed off to the hospital, we knew it would be a surprise.

After nearly an identical two hours of prep and labor, Brian Williams made his debut. 8 pounds and 5 ounces, just over 20 inches long. Nearly the spitting image of his brother, at birth. We knew nobody would ever question if they were brothers.

After a short stay, we got to bring him home, with Jr just looking, expecting some return dialog when he would talk to his little brother. We did our best to tell him it takes a while to learn how to talk. He would just say, OK, and resume doing whatever he was doing.

As both boys continued to grow, and Ben’s stature in the world of finance grew, he asked me if we should look for a newer house.

“Ben, I’m more than happy here, and we have everything we need. We can do some upgrading, if you want, but I’m really attached to this house.”

So, we stayed. I just couldn’t see buying a different house, just to show people how well we were doing. I just have never been built that way.

Take my word for it, even with two growing boys, our sex life grew along with them. We just got a bit more creative, in our fervor.

One very nice quiet evening, when our boys were about 14 and 12, they were both at sleepovers, when Ben decided to get really frisky. While he was deep into my pussy, with his tongue and two fingers, I felt his soaking wet fingers move out of my snatch, and very tenderly touch my backside. I froze, but recovered quickly enough to ask him if he truly wanted to try ‘that’.

“Only if you do, sweetheart,” he replied.

Just giving him a nod, I felt his finger penetrate my virgin backside. I must have gasped, as he stopped, before continuing on. A second finger was added, which quickened my breathing. With his cock fully in my mouth, and his two fingers deeply embedded in my ass, we nearly rolled off the bed, we were so turned on. Moving me onto all fours, he very gently put just the head of his pulsating manhood inside my little brown pucker.

As his speed picked up, it was all I could do to whisper, “not inside” Not two minutes later, he blew his wad into a handful of tissues. I just fell forward, shaking from one of the most intense orgasms of my life.

“Are you OK, Bonnie?” he asked sheepishly.

“My goodness, yes,” I replied, still trying to wrap my head around our very first try at anal sex. Hell, we hadn’t ever discussed anal before that night.

“Can I ask you what brought that on?”

“You know I’ve told you how some of the women in my office talk about their sex lives, and sometimes none too quietly. Well I’ve overheard these two gals, a few times, and just decided, why not?”

After finally calming down, and cleaning up, we both decided to invest in some condoms, just in case.

Our sex life flourished, as well as Ben’s business. Just about three years after we first added anal to our repertoire, my long time birth control pills were taken off the market, for some reason. I went to my OB/Gyn and we started searching for a suitable replacement. A few times I needed to change, due to not agreeing with me.

Did we take precautions, like normal folks would do? No! And the result? One morning, I barely made it to the can, heaving my guts up. Oh, shit, I thought to myself. That hadn’t happened in, say, 16 years!

Ben was at work and both boys were on their way to school, so I had all morning by myself to ponder our actions. With two boys nearing 18 and 16 years of age, did we want to start over? This wasn’t even an option. If I was in fact pregnant, it was coming into this world. No questions asked.

When the boys came home from school, and noticed me still in my night clothes, which never happened, they both asked me if I was sick, or something. Lets wait for your father and we’ll talk about it, I mumbled.

About 90 minutes later, Ben came through the door and asked the same question. Sitting in an overstuffed chair, I started very softly.

“Ben, boys, I think I’m pregnant.”

You could have heard a pin drop.

Ben just stared, while both boys said it was no wonder with all the noises they’d been hearing.

“I have an appointment with my Doctor tomorrow, to confirm my suspicion,” I said.

“Fan freaking tastic,” Ben said with a grin as wide as the Pacific Ocean.

“Seriously,” I asked.

“My goodness, yes,” he replied.

“Mom, Dad, didn’t you realize this just might happen, as we’ve overheard you talking about your issues with your pills,” junior said.

With the love of my life holding my hand, and the Doc moving the ultrasound wand over my tummy, we had our eyes glued to the screen that confirmed my suspicions. Not only had fertile Myrtle struck for the third time, this time we were having a girl.

Everyone was so excited, I finally jumped on board, becoming more enthused.

Not two weeks later, Ben came home from work, with a ‘look’ in his eye. We had long been discussing him starting his own business, so I couldn’t wait for him to start.

With both boys here, he started, slowly.

“Both senior partners called me into the main conference room, and asked me if I wanted to buy them out. They knew I was looking into starting my own firm, but this caught me by surprise. They laid out a very favorable financial plan making this too favorable for me to ignore.”

“It was like Don Corleone, they made me an offer I couldn’t refuse.”

While he took a breath, I just looked at him and our boys, and thought I felt our daughter showing her approval from my womb.

With just some conversation, Ben was going to be the boss.

All throughout this third pregnancy, I had a minimum of problems. No excessive cravings. Our sex lives were cooking just fine. Even with our 20th anniversary in our rear view mirror, we were still doing our thing in the bedroom.

I just couldn’t believe my good fortune, no, make that great fortune. I was nearing 39 years of age, pregnant with our third child, our first daughter, with a body that showed both my age and children, and had a husband who loved me more each day. Never once in our marriage did he ever comment on my body. He literally worshipped me, in every way possible.

Getting to know when to get to the hospital, off we went. Both boys insisted on joining us. I couldn’t believe how young most of the other expectant mothers looked. Hell, I guess I deserved the looks I was getting, waiting to get out of the waiting area, into a room, away from prying eyes.

While I was being prepped, I was told that both our boys were telling everybody they were getting a baby sister. To this day, I still wonder how many people thought this must have been dad’s new trophy wife. Hah! did I fool them.

Just over a hour after getting to my room, Bethany Williams made her debut. 8 pounds on the dot and nearly 20 inches long. With a head full of medium brown hair, just like mine, she fit into my arms just right.

After doing the necessary cleanup, she was put into my arms, and I was in seventh heaven. Her bright blue eyes just looking up at me. Her beautiful smile. A really big yawn, and finally, daddy getting to hold his little girl.

Finally, back into my room, both boys just marvelled at their baby sister. For the moment, they declined the chance to hold her, and both started out of the room, when she started for my breast. When I covered up, they both came back into the room. I told them it was a very natural thing to do, and since I wasn’t an exhibitionist, I wasn’t going to throw off whatever I was wearing to start feeding their sister.

Daddy, on the other hand, couldn’t wait to hold our newest treasure. If he had the correct equipment, he’d never let her out of his arms.

Life at the Williams house certainly changed, with a baby needing both nourishment and dry diapers, 24/7. I soon remembered just how tiring this was. I also remembered to cherish any nap time, when Beth and I were alone. If she slept, so did I.

As our boys were off to college, where Jr wanted to follow his dad, but Brian knew he wanted to be a lawyer, Beth was growing like a weed. We all had to laugh when several times one or both of the boys would take their sister for a walk, and being mistaken for the father, not the big brother. After a while, they both relished the idea.

Soon after graduating college, Jr joined his dad, starting at the bottom, so it wouldn’t seem he was being shown any favoritism. Truth be told, he was nearly as smart at 23 years of age, as dad was at 45.

When Brian finished law school, he also joined the family business, as Ben’s long time council was retiring, anyway.

With Beth succeeding in grade school, I started volunteering at her school, doing whatever was needed.

As Williams Investments grew, with Ben cutting back, we really started to enjoy the fruits of our labor. Jr got married, and blessed us with two wonderful granddaughters. Brian got married a few years later and had two daughters, too.

We all agreed that any of our grandchildren could take over the family business, with Beth telling us she wanted to be a psychologist.

As she was ready to graduate high school, and was accepted at the university of Washington, Ben started to complain about feeling really tired. This was a man who never even took a sick day. He never had as much as a sniffle.

When we all convinced him to go to his doctor, his stage 4 pancreatic cancer was considered untreatable.

We all waited for him to tell us what his decision would be, fighting this dreadful disease.

At a family meeting, including all four grandchildren, he spelled out his wishes.

“I want each and every one of you to accept my wishes. First, and foremost, I’m not subjecting us to a lengthy treatment that has nearly no chance of success. Second, your mom and I have discussed this at length, and she is in total agreement. Third, and this is most important. I need you all to carry on, and make sure your mother keeps on living.

After each of us had our say, we had Beth’s high school graduation to attend in just under one week.

Watching her get her diploma, graduating second in her class, was truly the highlight our family needed.

Laying in bed, the following evening, Ben rested his head on my shoulder, telling me his greatest regret was not being able to walk our little girl down the aisle.

Three days later, we decided on in home hospice care, because that was Ben’s wishes. Two more days, his body just quit.

On a bright, sunny Sunday afternoon, with an enormous crowd of family, friends and business associates, Benjamin Williams, Senior, was laid to rest.

If it weren’t for my kids, I’d have never made it through the ensuing days, and weeks.

Both daughters-in-law and my daughter had to be told to quit smothering me. I told them this with the best of intentions.

It must have been the tenth week, when I relented and went to a support group meeting. After the first time, I decided not to return, as the people there were more sad than I was.

There was one exception. A younger lady named Jean Moore. A few inches taller than me, fairly thin, with a multitude of tattoos, and multicolored hair.

About two months after I quit going, I bumped into her at my favorite coffee shop. We just sat and talked, with me telling her about myself and my family. About my 38 year marriage, my kids and grandkids.

When I finished, she seemed to be very quiet. When I asked her about her family, she very quietly told me her wife of nearly 15 years had died of ovarian cancer just a bit before Ben died.

When I didn’t respond right away, she quietly asked if it mattered to me that she was gay.

Even though I told her it didn’t matter, I had to be truthful and admit to myself, that I could still consider her a friend.

“I need to ask if you befriended me to hit on me?”

Laughing, she responded, “don’t worry, Bonnie, you’d know if I was hitting on you.”

“How would I know?”

Leaning over, placing a gentle hand on the back of my neck, and very softly kissing my lips as sensually as any kiss I’d ever received.

“That’s me hitting on you, my friend.”

I had to admit, her kiss was not unpleasant. Surprising, but very nice.

“I’m sorry if I’ve offended you, Bonnie.”

“No, you just surprised me, and I’m definitely not offended.”

Smiling at me, we just sat there, in silence. We met for coffee several more times in the ensuing weeks. Each time ending with a kiss that became a bit more passionate. I was waiting for the question to be asked that I finally heard.

“Bonnie, could we have dinner, some evening?”

“OK, but I need to check my, um, oh shit, I don’t have a thing on my schedule, so, whenever you’re available, I guess I am too.”

“Good, I’ll call you on Friday.”

Getting up to leave, she very softly kissed my cheek, and whispered, “I might play hard to get,” and turned to leave.

Oh, shit, what have I done? I’m not gay, I kept telling myself. Lonely, yes, but not gay. Calming myself down, I started to rationalize. Yes, Jean and I were able to talk, easily. She was easy on the eyes. Then, I started thinking, what does she see in me?

When I got home, Beth immediately saw I was deep in thought.

“Mom, what’s going on?”

“Oh, nothing, dear,” I lied.

“Mom, spit it out, you aren’t very convincing.”

Taking a few deep breaths, I started by telling her about Gene, not Jean, so it wouldn’t give her the wrong impression.

“Mom, stop there, as I’ve seen you at your coffee shop with Jean, not Gene, and I don’t care. I also don’t think daddy cares, either.”

Taking a deep sigh, I told her I was going to dinner with Jean and hadn’t a clue what was going to happen.

The rest of the week crawled by, which added to my apprehension. By Friday afternoon, I had finally calmed myself down. When Jean picked me up, I almost didn’t recognize her. Dressed in a very nice pants outfit, light beige, with a crisp, white shirt, she looked ready the the corporate boardroom, not a dinner date with someone nearly old enough to be her mother. Well, big sister, at least.

She complemented me on my sun dress, in my favorite color, a light blue. I was a bit self conscious of how large it made my chest look. I was glad I was wearing a great supporting bra.

Walking into the restaurant, nearly every eye followed us back to our table. By the time we were seated, I was starting to get used to the stares, from both men and women.

We talked all through dinner, about life, in general. Just as dessert was being served, she leaned over and whispered that the night didn’t have to end, if I didn’t want it to. She ended this with a very nice, soft kiss. I didn’t even object to making out like teenagers, in such a public place.

“You might have to give me some time, when we get back to your place,” I said, knowing that I was given a lot of leeway.

“Let’s go, and we will take it as slow as you need,” she said, smiling.

Arriving at her very nice town house, I hesitated, then let her take my hand and lead me inside. As she turned around from hanging up my coat, I moved in front of her, taking her face in both hands and very softly kissing her lips.

“You know, Bonnie, that’s the first time you’ve kissed me, first.”

“I know, I wanted to see if I was capable of doing that. It felt very nice.”

“Something tells me you have a few things in that oversized purse you’re carrying. I hope that means you’ll stay the night.”

I just nodded and asked if we could just sit a while. Sitting next to me on her sofa, she took both my hands in hers and softly told me that she hadn’t had anyone in her bed for quite a while, so if all we did is sleep in the same bed, it was fine with her. When she finished, I noticed a tear or two in each eye.

I just held her hands while she talked, let her get through, when I kissed both her hands. She took my face in her hands and gave me a very deep kiss, than ending with a hand softly caressing my breast.

I had to admit that I was a bit shocked having a hand on my bra covered boob, at first, but my nipple hardened like a rock, causing Jean to break into a very broad smile.

Standing, and moving toward her bedroom, holding hands like a couple of kids, we stopped next to her bed.

Another soft kiss. Both her hands on my breasts. I very tenderly touched one of her, much smaller breasts, confirming the fact that her bra was missing in action.

Still not saying a word, she reached behind me, unzipping my sundress. Letting it fall to the floor, she unbuttoned her shirt and let it fall, too. Here I was looking at another woman’s breasts, and not being ashamed. I moved one hand, cupping her fairly firm B cup, feeling the small nipple harden, instantly. Taking the rest of our clothes off, she helped me into bed, and climbed in, after me.

Just staring at each other, I felt a tear sliding down my cheek. Then another. She just took me in her arms, holding me and telling me everything was going to be OK.

I got out of bed, went into her bathroom, readied myself for bed, properly, and returned to see what might happen. Jean followed suit, rejoining me. After several very soft kisses, we both were sound asleep.

Sometime during the night, I felt her body right in back of mine, with one hand holding my left breast. I sort of froze, but I started to move back into her warm body. As her fingers slowly rubbed my nipple to its full size, she rolled me onto my back, and started kissing me, very tenderly. When I returned her kisses, and placed a hand on her breast, we both sat up, removing my nightgown, and her nightshirt. She found the top of my panties, stopped for a few seconds, the eased her hand downward rubbing my bush. When I felt one finger moving up and down my already wet slit, my breathing became a bit labored.

“Please be gentle, Jeanie,”

Silently, her finger found my clit, and very gently rolled it between that finger and her thumb. With my hips thrusting upwards, she started kissing her way down my body. My goodness, I was on fire. When her tongue replaced her fingers, I thought I’d explode.

The addition of her fingers, along with her very talented tongue, had my holding on for dear life. After another mind blowing orgasm, she moved up and kissed me as deeply as she ever had. Tasting my own sex juices was a very different but not too bad a sensation.

“I’m not sure if I can reciprocate, just yet,” I whispered.

“I have plenty of time, and I’m a pretty good teacher,” she replied.

It took more the a few minutes for my body to stop shaking. All the while, laying in the wonderful lady’s arms. After another trip to the bathroom, I returned to find Jean just staring at me, without putting her nightshirt back on.

“You know, you are only the second person ever to touch me, down there, I hope you know.”

“I’m honored. I want you to know, if you aren’t comfortable doing that to me, I’ll understand.”

Cuddling up to her, I just placed one hand on her breast, and found an already rock hard nipple. Leaning down, slowly running my tongue around the entire areola, I found her to be very receptive. Emboldened, I started kissing her other nipple. Hearing her breathing quickening, I ventured further down. Getting to the small tuft of soft hair above her sacred area, I moved down, and very softly touched my tongue to her hooded treasure. Her entire body started shaking, so I realized I was doing something right.

As I became even more adventurous, putting my tongue all the way inside her smoldering honey pot, I added a finger, remembering how she did that to me. I started moving my finger in and out, as her hips moved up and down, in a rhythm that had us both in the throes of ecstasy.

“Oh, shit, shit, Bonnie, keep going!”

I really didn’t have a clue what I was doing, but it got the desired results. I was pleasing my newest best friend. I no longer mattered to me that she was a girl, too.

We just collapsed in each others arms, both crying, tears of utter joy.

“Are you sure you’ve never done that, before? Be honest.”

“Never, I promise.”

It took about two minutes, and we were both sound asleep.

When I woke up, she was just staring at me. I must have been blushing, when she asked if I had any regrets.

“When I fell back asleep, after acting like some wanton hussy, I thought I heard my Ben telling me just to enjoy myself.”

“Can I tell you that my Sheila and I talked it over her last few days, and she insisted that I not crawl into some dark place, and quit enjoying life. I just never thought I’d find such a precious lady like you.”

While we were talking, I realized one of her hands was holding my boob, and my nipple was as hard as it had ever been.

“Am I on the the breakfast menu!”

“Only if you are 100% sure.”

With that, I rolled over, taking one of her nipples in my mouth and gently biting it. This, while my hand found her smoldering pussy, already dripping wet. Moving my mouth down her body, and moving my body on top of hers, with my pussy right over her waiting mouth, we very slowly, at first started licking each other.

As we were picking up steam, I felt her entire hand on my slit. I didn’t realize this could be done, but I nearly threw her off the bed, my body was shaking so much. Just as I though nothing could get any better, I felt her hand leave my cunt, and very gently felt one finger at my back door pucker. I froze! Jesus fucking Christ, that felt amazing.

Only once in my 38 years of marriage, had Ben and I done that. Yes, it was fantastic, but it had never been repeated. Now, with Jean’s smallish hands, would we do that, again? All I could think was, to be determined.

All weekend, both in and out of bed, we not only became lovers, we truly became best friends. We laughed. We cried, a time or two. We went shopping. We did most everything couples did.

Oh, just in case you were wondering, she finally told me she had just turned 41 years of age. Shit, just under two years older than Junior. I just took it all in stride.

Over the next few weeks, I made sure all my kids met her, so nothing was being kept secret. Both sons and their wives, along with my daughter had a nice family dinner. My four grandchildren didn’t think twice about Nana having a lady friend. It didn’t hurt when Jean got down on the floor, playing with their dollies, with them.

Each time we would be with my family, I’d notice Jean would be a little down, afterwards. My kids noticed this, too.

One Saturday, after getting my hair done, I arrived back home finding my entire family at my house. There in the middle of the floor was Jean playing with my grandkids. She absolutely loved being called ‘Aunty Jean’ by the little ones.

“Mom, Jean, we want to discuss something with you,” Ben said. Yes, at pushing 40 I stopped calling him Junior.

Sitting with Jean right by my side, my boys and their wives had this very serious look on their faces.

“Mom, we, Ben and me, were discussing the options of whether or not you and Jean would think about a child,” Brian said.

“Jean, did you know about this?”

Shaking her head, no, she just had this deer caught in the headlights look about her.

“Before you say anything, neither Ben nor I are sleeping with Jean.”

“Damn right, you’re not,” Jean said with a mile wide grin, as did my two daughters-in-law.

Jean and I just looked at each other, waiting for one of us to speak.

“It’s up to you, since I’m not carrying another child.”

“You have just as much say in this, because you’re going to show me what to do with a baby.”

Looking at my family, I just asked them to let us talk it over, and we’d get back to them. With that, Jean looked me in the eyes and asked what was there to talk over. Let’s do this.

“OK, which one will be our donor?”

“Well, since I’ve had a vasectomy, it will be Brian,” Ben said.

With Jean’s head on my shoulder and my arms around hers, we just kept our thoughts to ourselves.

Both our heads were spinning, with all this news. Did we want to be parents? Yes, most certainly. Even at our ages.

With both of us in complete agreement, we gave our permission to proceed. Now we all had to wait for nature and science to align.

Brian and Jean both had doctors appointments the following week. I’m not sure if I was more excited or nervous.

Two more weeks, and the scientific procedure was completed, now all we had to do is wait. And pray for success.

There was one week where Jean had a technical project that required her total attention, so we just called each other, every day. She still kept her townhouse, but spent most of her time with me, at my house.

We tried to lead our normal lives, while waiting for our news.

Two consecutive days, when Beth came home from school, she just didn’t seem right. When I’d ask her about it, she just shrugged, saying she was just busy at school.

“OK, Beth, spill it, you have something thats bothering you.”

Sitting outside, wearing just my robe and nightgown, Beth came up to me, sitting right next to me.

“Mom, I’m sort of intetested in one of my classmates, but I’m not sure how to show my interest without making a fool out of myself.”

“Why don’t you just talk to him?”

Looking down at her feet, I barely heard, “because he’s a she, mom.”

Looking her right in her eyes, I softly told her that was just fine with me.

Moving onto my lap, laying her head on my shoulder, I was truly shocked at what she did, next. Leaning up, she took my face in both hands and very softly kissed me on the lips. This was not a typical mother daughter kiss.

I was so shocked, it took me a few seconds to react.

“No, no, baby, this shouldn’t happen.”

Instead of saying anything, she very slowly took off her light robe, showing me she only had a tiny pair of panties on, then she leaned back in and kissed me, again. This time one hand found my breast, and, yes my nipple reacted.

“Please, mom, I need to know what its like making love with a woman.”

After debating with myself, I got out of my chair, took Beth by the hand, and silently led her to her bedroom. Getting there, I stopped, took her face in both hands and asked her if she was positive.

Shaking her head, yes, I took off my robe, then my nightgown. Both of us removed our panties and climbed into her bed. We just looked into each others eyes, and hesitated for just a minute.

She took my face in her hands, again, and kissed me, very sensuously.

Then, much to my surprise, she leaned down and gave one already throbbing nipple a very soft kiss. Quickly followed by another. She hadn’t done this since she was about seven months old.

Against my better judgment, I leaned in, taking one of her nipples in my mouth, licking it to is full size.

My God, I thought, what the fuck am I doing?

Moving our bodies around, with my face buried between her thighs, and hers between mine, I started probing her depths with my tongue. Her movements were more tentative, but her body was more than receptive to my mouth, and then my fingers.

When her body started shaking, I held onto her hips, trying to keep her in place. Moving back face to face, she just buried her hear in my shoulder, softly crying.

“Mom, I just can’t believe how wonderful that was!”

“You do know we can’t do that, again, don’t you?”

“I know, and please do get upset. but Jean and I had a very long discussion about the possibility of this happening, and she told me she’d never get upset, if it did happen.”