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I was 18 when I became engaged to a man that I fell in love with just six months earlier. I believed that he also loved me and I convinced him that I would give myself completely to him if he would only allow me to wait until our wedding night to make me fully his wife. Even though he was 8 inches taller, at least 120 pounds heavier and 12 years older than me, and he could do what he wanted with me anytime he wanted, he relented and respected my wishes. We kissed and played a bit when we were alone, but he never touched me unless I guided him to touch me when and how I wanted. Many would think he was less than a man, but I thought of him as a true gentleman who could control his natural urges and respect his women.
David was an architect and while I lived with my parents just outside of Arkansas City, Kansas, he sometimes had to travel to Wichita for a couple of weeks at a time to help in the construction of buildings there. It was a two days hard ride by horse, so he typically stayed for a couple of weeks and then come home to me for a week before he had to return to Wichita. It was NOT what I wanted, but it was what I had to endure until we married or he found work closer to home.
My mother was very wise and talked to me about what was to come in less than a month. She was 20 when she had me so she was just 38 when we started our talks about a man and a woman starting a life together. When she asked me whether I was afraid of allowing a man to enter my most private parts, I was truthful and told her about our agreement with my soon to be husband, David, but also admitted that I was afraid that sex would be painful but hopefully pleasant in some way. I knew what it was like to get wet in the presence of my fiancé when we kissed, but how much that would help when it came down to being entered by his manhood was beyond my understanding. My mother understood and I can still hear her say, "It is up to the wife to fully give herself to her husband, but always be in control." I didn't understand what she meant until she came up with a plan to teach me exactly what she meant.
We lived in a small house on the Kansas prairie but I did have my own bedroom. My fiancé, David just left for Wichita the day before and would not be home for two weeks. I was the only child and grew up hearing my parents in the room next to mine and tried to picture what they were doing with and to each other, but there were no books to show me exactly what was going on, so I only had my imagination. My mother devised a plan to show me what I could only imagine. "Honey, I want you to watch what happens between me and your father so you can learn how to be in control and really understand what it is like to feel a man take you. You need to see how your father makes love to me and how I give him maximum pleasure in return."
I was shocked and asked shyly, "But, Mom, how . . .?"
My mother interrupted me by explaining that we would make a place in the corner of the bedroom where I could hide and just quietly watch. "Now, what you will see will be shocking to you, but please don't be afraid. Believe me that while it might look at times that I am in pain, but trust me, that what you think is pain is actually very, very pleasurable, ok?"
"Yes, Mother."
"And sweetie, please try to be as quiet as you can. You cannot make a sound or your father will be outraged and likely kick both of us out!" she said jokingly. I wasn't sure it was really a joke, so I was very afraid to be discovered. "I want you to wear your best nightgown. You know the one that I bought you for your wedding night?"
"Yes, I know. But Mom isn't it supposed to be for my special night . . .?" I started to say.
"Sweetie, your special night starts tonight and I want you to feel some of what I will be feeling as you watch." I agreed to follow her instructions and I dressed in my nightgown and met my mother in her bedroom before my father checked the animals in the barn and followed her into bed. "Sweetie, I want you to take off your underwear and wear nothing but the nightgown tonight."
"But, Mom . . . "
"Honey, you will be seeing things that you have never seen and I want you to touch yourself if you feel the need to release some of the feelings that you have never felt before."
I obeyed and tucked myself in a corner of my parents' bedroom and waited for whatever was going to happen. I watched as my mother undressed until she was naked and using the washcloth she always kept in her bedroom (I never understood why she kept one there, but I was soon to learn her reasoning). She cleaned herself starting with her face and continuing down her body, she cleaned herself until she reached her womanhood. She was facing me as I watched her use her washcloth to clean her vagina and I was shocked to see her use the cloth to clean between her lower lips. She turned and washed the crack of her butt before she cleaned her legs one at a time. After cleaning herself completely, she splashed some of her perfume onto her hands and dabbing here and there spread the pleasant fragrance in strategic places on her body. She then took her thin nightgown and covered herself.
It was then that my father entered and seeing my mother obviously aroused, took her in his arms and started to kiss and fondle her. She pushed him away and placing her index finger on his mouth, silenced his passion and quieted his arousal to a controllable level. He backed off a bit and I could clearly see her nipples protruding against her thin nightgown. She started to undress him and taking the same washcloth she had used on herself, began cleaning his face and neck. With his shirt off, he looked huge against her frame, but she slowly and methodically cleaned down his chest. He removed his pants and underwear and as he stood facing her, I could see his bare buttocks and legs. My mother was very aware that I was seeing parts of a man that I had never seen before, so when she slowly turned him around, the washcloth covered his private parts until she slowly revealed him to my transfixed eyes. She seemed to be cleaning him by stroking his manhood over and over. When the washcloth was removed, I saw the first penis that I ever saw. It was HUGE! It scared me but also aroused me at the same time. I felt an arousal between my legs as I watched in fascination the show before me.
My father turned and reached for the lantern on the nightstand and I was afraid he was going to completely darken the room and hide my mother and him from my view. But he only lowered the wick and a soft yellow glow filled the room. I watch as my mother raised her nightgown above her head and exposed her naked body to my father's gaze. She threw herself into my father's arms and they kissed long and passionately as her hands explored his back and lower body. She grabbed his butt checks and seemed to pull him closer. His hands seemed to be busy, but I couldn't see what was happening until my mother guided them around and I could see his hands buried between my mother's legs. My mother moaned as his very active hands rubbed her most sensitive parts. It was then that my mother's legs seemed to give out as she started to collapse. My father held her up and placed her gently on the bed. Her legs were spread wide and I could see his large penis align with her womanhood and he pushed himself into her.
My hand found my left breast and I began to rub my nipple. There was a strange but somewhat familiar feeling that I had down below. I wanted to touch myself to see if I could figure out what was going on, but was interrupted by my father's snoring. He was still on top of my mother but clearly asleep. I watched as my mother extracted herself from underneath my father. She stood, wiped herself clean between her legs and slipped on her thin nightgown. I smelled an unfamiliar odor in the room which was not pleasant but not unpleasant as well. My mother came to me and helped me stand. Then she led me to my room and sat on my bed to talk about what just happened.
"Sweetie, did you see what happened?" I nodded. "Did what happened scare you?"
"A little." I answered.
"Do you have any questions?"
"Did it hurt?" I quickly asked.
"No, it didn't hurt. In fact, it felt good! Better than good, actually." As she said the last part, she smiled and lowered her head in embarrassment. She looked in my eyes, swept away a loose hair from my face and continued, "Did you see how I slowed things down?"
"Uh huh." I replied.
"Well, that is because men with all of their strength, warm up fast and just want to attack a little too forcibly. You have to slow them down a bit for you to enjoy the same feelings that he wants desperately to feel. I do the washing to give him a better smell, but more to slow him down but still excite him as well. Did you see his penis?" I just nodded. "His penis grows large and hard when he is excited. I stroked his penis to help both of us prepare for what happened afterward. Before he entered me, I wanted to be wet in my vagina so that he could enter me easily. Once he entered me, I felt like I wanted him even deeper that he was already. As we rocked back and forth together, the feeling I had inside grew stronger! I wanted him deeper and I wanted him to push harder into me. It didn't hurt but felt so pleasurable, that when he emptied himself into me, I shook inside and for several seconds lost all thought of anything else. It is called a climax and you will see more of that - other nights - soon. Now just go to sleep and we will talk about this more tomorrow."
I laid down on my bed and my mother covered me but I didn't sleep. All I could picture was my father thrusting himself into my mother with her legs raised high in the air. I touched myself down there and was surprised to feel wetness between my legs. I thought I got my period at first, but when I withdrew my fingers, there was a strange, mostly clear liquid coating my fingers. I smelled the fragrance and it smelled a bit like what I smelled in the room after my parents finished their lovemaking.
I fell asleep and woke early in the morning. I dressed and went out for breakfast which I smelled cooking. My mother and father seemed very normal as she split the bacon and eggs onto three plates at the table. She sat down and then saw me coming out of my bedroom.
"Good morning, dear! Did you sleep well?"
I nodded and sat down at the table but my mind's eye could not stop seeing my naked father and his engorged penis as my mother stoked him before she let him take her. I couldn't look him in the eye, but did look down at his lap to see if I could see any evidence of a large penis underneath his clothing. I noticed nothing! I ate only sparingly until he left for the fields and the chores outside. I had a thousand questions, but my mother only said to me, "Tonight, sweetie, you will see more things that a man and his wife do in private. Don't be afraid! I want to do the things that you will soon see. Now eat and let's get to our chores, ok?"
"Ok, Momma." To my extreme surprise, the rest of the day went very normally, but I was NOT the same person I was yesterday. I was changed! I couldn't stop thinking about last night and wondered how I would be when I was the wife and my fiancé was the husband. Could I do what my mother did? How would it feel? There was much more I learned the next night and then the next and for many days to come. More questions, and maybe some more answers each night, but definitely more anticipation of what was to come in my life.
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As evening approached, I was excited to see what was going to be seen by me in my training session tonight. It was barely dusk when I excused myself from the dinner table and told my mother and father that I was tired and wanted to go to bed a little early. My father seemed concerned, but didn't object and my mother flashed a wry and knowing smile as she looked at me rising from the table. She said to me that I should leave the bedroom door open a crack so she could check on me later without the door creaking and waking me. It was an odd request, but my father seemed undisturbed.
About half an hour later I heard noises in the kitchen that sounded oddly familiar. I peeked out through the crack in the bedroom door to see my father passionately kissing my mother while fondling her breast through her dress. It wasn't long before her dress fell open to reveal my father's hand covering her left breast. But what surprised me more was that her hand seemed to be rubbing the outside of my father's pants. I couldn't see too much but my mother seemed to turn my father sideways and my view improved significantly. My father started kissing my mother's neck and as he did, she turned to look at me to make sure that I was watching. She then deliberately reached into my father's trousers as she looked at me and started to apparently fondle his penis as he was lost in the passion of the moment.
My mother apparently had an agenda in my schooling curriculum and seemed to have control over my father that I had never witnessed before. I heard her clearly ask, "Henry, do you want me to suck your cock?" SUCK his COCK??!!!! I had never heard such language from my reserved, saintly mother.
I almost fainted from the sound of my father begging to has his penis kissed! My mother looked me in the eye as she started to lower herself to eye level with the crotch of my father. She unbuckled his belt, lowered his trousers and underwear and his penis jumped out of its' confined location and stood long and hard just inches from my mother's face. My mother still looking directly at me, closed her eyes, turned her head and with an open and will mouth took my father's manhood into her mouth!
I felt a familiar feeling as I felt my vaginal trapdoor below open as my female parts were excited by the show before me. Involuntarily, my hand reached down to research what had just happened to me and I found a familiar wetness between my legs. I discovered this wetness years before when my breasts were just beginning to swell and also found a curious nub just above the opening where I had learned last year that human babies arrive through that same opening. When I touched the nub, a jolt of lightning flashed through my body. I felt my nipples harden and a gasp slipped from between my lips. My mother must have heard my involuntary response, and pulled back from my father's penis and looked at me and signaled to me with her index finger to be silent. She then turned back again and totally engulfed my father's manhood and it completely disappeared into my mother's mouth.
I thought that maybe it had shrunk enough for her to take him into her so easily, but she slowly withdrew and I could see that he was a big or maybe even a little bigger than before. My mother's mouth was about to release my father's manhood when she pushed forward again until her nose was resting against my father's abdomen. I rubbed my nub below as I felt the strangest feeling of completely losing my connection with my brain as my body responded to my ever-increasing rubbing of what I was to learn was my clitoris. I felt my mind leaving my body and I climaxed behind my slightly askew bedroom door. Both my mother and father heard my uncontrollable moans and briefly stopped their actions and looked my way.
Of course, my mother knew what had just happened but my father was turning to check out the noises he just heard. My mother regained control and turned him back towards her and swallowed him whole again. As I regained my composure a bit, I watched him start to rock his hips back and forth and he withdrew his penis about hallway before pushing his member back into my mother's willing mouth. Soon the rocking picked up speed and forcefulness and then I heard my father grunt as he pushed deeply into my mother and she chocked on his penis which had to be in her throat. My father held the back of my mother's head tightly and didn't allow her to back off as she tried desperately to breath. I thought he was going to kill her, when my father finally withdrew and I could see his shiny member slowly detach from my mother. When almost fully retracted, liquid leaked from my mother's mouth. I instantly knew this was semen! I had seen this same pearly type of fluids from some of our farm animals as I had helped with the impregnation of several of our animals. But no farm animal ever released this semen into the mouth of the female like this before, at least that I had ever seen.
My mother seemed relieved to be able to breathe again but as she knelt before my father, she leaned forward and took the head of my father's penis back into her mouth and I could hear her sucking out what must have been the remains of my father's discharge. When she was done, she looked towards me and with her mouth slightly open, I could see the semen drip onto the floor. My mother closed her mouth and I could see her swallow whatever was left. She then took her index finger and cleaned off the dripping semen from her chin and then cleaned the remains by putting her finger into her mouth Like a small child cleaning cake batter from his fingers, she sucked hard and swallowed as she removed her wet finger from her mouth.
I need to talk to my mother desperately to learn more about what just happened, but my mother and father headed for the bedroom and closed the door behind them. Soon thereafter I could hear moaning by my mother in particular and language that I had never heard before and did not fully understand. I did understand the word "fuck" because I heard some of my friend's friends use that word several times but to me, it just meant that they were angry or that they were trying to express an opinion vehemently. But why would my mother be saying, "fuck me, yes, fuck me, Henry!" over and over again? What did the word pussy mean? What was a cunt and why would my father keep asking my mother about her cunt and how did she liked it being fucked? I was naive and I did not like not understanding those and many other words that I heard through the door. The session behind the closed door ended with my mother screaming, "OH MY GOD - OH MY GOD - YES, FUCK ME, HENRY! FUCK MY FUCKING PUSSY! OH MY GOD - I'M COMING - I'M COMING - I'M COMmmmm . . . !" Then murmuring and then the sound of my snoring father.
My mother came out of the bedroom about 15 minutes later, disheveled and still somewhat out of breath wearing only an open robe. She apparently did not care about me seeing her naked body and as she sat me down on my bed, she directly asked me if I had been masturbating while watching. I did not understand the word until my mother explained the word with some visuals of how she masturbates. Her private parts were coated in a sticky, wet mess and when she touched herself, she was very sensitive to the touch. Within a minute or two of showing me how she masturbates, her whole body shook and as both her eyes and legs closed, she seemed to faint like I almost did earlier. I then understood that women seem to react in much the same way to this masturbation technique. I was soon to learn how alike we all are.
The next day, my mother sat me down when we had some time alone. She explained that before I would have another lesson tonight that I would need to understand some words that couples use only in the bedroom while making love. I had heard a few of them before, but only by people who were angry. I soon learned the meanings of words like pussy and cock which were used by lovers to describe the genitals of each partner. My mother explained that in a passionate situation these words were used to excite both parties even more. That while vagina and penis were accurate, the words cock, dick, prick and pussy were "dirtier" and that I would hear some of these words used by both my father and her while they "fucked". It seems that "fucking" was naughtier and that some other words were only to be used in the bedroom.
I also learned words like cocksucker, motherfucker, and cunt - words that were generally used as the sexual excitement grew and were used shortly before either partner would cum. "Suck my cock" and "eat me" were also phases that a loving couple might use to ask for specific sexual acts. I did indeed hear most of those words later that night. Before my mother and father came to bed, I was instructed to put on a thin nightgown and take my usual place in the corner of the bedroom behind the dresser. I could hear my parents kissing and my mother giggling and moaning in the living area of our cabin but I was completely surprised when my father and mother entered their bedroom in a tight embrace with their completely naked and exposed bodies pressed tight against each other.
They stood in an area just beside their bed when I watched my mother drop her nightgown and stand naked and exposed before her husband again. This time she asked her husband to "eat her pussy." I assumed that my mother wanted me to watch what a husband can do for his wife. My father kissed my mother on the mouth and for a reason I did not understand at the time, their tongues were entangled. My father worked his way down my mother's body to her breasts, and nipples and then further down her stomach until he came to the patch of brown hair that covered my mother's womanhood. My mother lifted her right leg a bit and exposed to me and her husband the inner parts of a women. Like the night before, her womanhood looked wet and swollen but it didn't seem to matter to each as my father extended his tongue and tasted my mother on her clitoris. My mother jumped at the touch much like I did when I touched my self the night before. I realized that indeed women seemed to have much the same reactions.
My mother's now familiar moaning sounds were followed by sucking sounds from my father as he "ate her pussy". Then suddenly my mother grabbed the back of my father's head and pushed him into her pussy as her knees buckled. If my father would not have caught her, she would have fallen backwards onto the bed. Instead, he scooped her up and with his "cock" engorged and hard, laid my mother on the bed and pushed himself deep into her pussy and rocked violently back and forth until he shot semen into her "pussy" like the night before. In the meantime, I was openly touching myself and masturbating behind the dresser. If it wasn't for their love making sounds, the squishing sounds of my own pussy would have easily been heard. I orgasmed at the same time as my father and mother and for a couple of minutes afterward, could not close my legs due to my lack of mental presence and the strange desire to allow my pussy exposure to anyone who could see. No one at this time had the ability to see me, so I felt safe in allowing myself this guilty pleasure. When I could, I sneaked out of the bedroom, stripped myself of my nightgown, and slept completed naked for the first time in my life.
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The next two nights were quiet and to the best of my knowledge, nothing happened in the bedroom adjacent to mine, but in the morning after, my father seemed annoyed about something and I wondered if it had to do with me. I asked my mother and she responded, "Sweetie, your father and I have had a disagreement which had nothing to do with you." I wasn't totally convinced that what she said was entirely true and I found out that my instincts were correct later that night.
My mother washed herself in the same ritual I had witnessed previously and when my father came to bed, the washing ritual for him proceeded as expected. I was dressed only in my thin nightgown behind the dresser when my mother and father began their lovemaking session just feet away from my previously innocent eyes. As before, my mother stood my naked father facing sideways to me and began her stroking of his penis. I knew that the position was designed for me to watch his and her session so that I could watch and learn how a man and his woman consummated their marriage day after day, month after month and year after year.
Soon my mother's mouth was tasting my father's engorged penis and when it was about halfway inside her mouth, I made a sudden move and a small jewelry box fell from the dresser onto the floor making a noise that alerted my father of something out of place! This space was normally a very private sanctuary to practice the art of mutual genital manipulation of a man and his wife. My father sensed what was happening and he looked at my mother and shouted, "I told you to stop this fucking game!" He then looked over towards me at quickly covered the 10 feet that separated me from him. He pulled the dresser out from the wall so violently that I thought it might turn over. I was exposed and afraid. My father took another step towards me and all I could see was his engorged penis coming towards me. He reached down, grabbed my nightgown by the bodice, and tried to pull me upright. All that it did was tear my nightgown completely from my body and I found myself completely naked before his enraged gaze.
I tried to cover myself as best I could, but he lifted me upright until I was only inches away from his face. I was aware of his erect penis pushing against my stomach as he shouted, "So you want to see how a man fucks his wife?" He threw me onto the bed beside my equally naked mother and he looked to her and screamed, "So you want her to learn about the birds and the bees firsthand, do you? Well, let's teach her what the fuck this is all about!"
He forced my mother upright, pulled her into his body and kissed her more forcibly than I could imagine. Their bodies were tightly pressed together as he kissed her hard and intensely until I heard her emit a small moan. He released her from his grasp and she slid down his body until his penis was again aligned with her mouth. With his hand on the back of her head, he forced himself down her throat until he was completely buried inside her mouth. I heard my mother gag, but that didn't stop the assault. His hips started moving back and forth and as his gazed turned to me, he started to talk to me directly in the dirtiest language I ever heard him say.
"This is how a man fucks a woman! A motherfucking, cocksucking slut like your mother likes it hard and fast." With that he released my mother from his grasp and asked, "Isn't that right. Honey?"
My mother weakly answered, "Yes." and my father pushed his manhood back down her throat.
"This is called deepthroat, baby, and your mother always comes when I fuck her mouth like this, don't you babe?"
My mother was again released from his strong hold on the back of her head, and she just mouthed "uh, huh." Before she took him back into her mouth as deeply as before but without my father forcing himself upon her. She moved willingly back and forth before my father pulled back enough to me see his entire length of his penis just an inch away from my mother's face.
"Tell her, Babe!" he commanded.
My mother weakly explained, "I love his cock, sweetie. I love sucking him and feeling his cock head enter my throat. I am his cocksucking slut and . . . . "
Before she could finish whatever, she was trying to say, my father picked her up like a rag doll, turned her upside down and backwards so that her legs were high in the air and her mouth was again positioned with his cock just inches from her face. She pushed herself forward and took him back into her mouth and amazingly, my father lowered his face between my mother's open legs and licked her genitals as she ate his cock. My lower regions of my body were getting wet with excitement as I watch my parents rutting unashamedly before my eyes.
My father lowered her onto the bed and told my mother to tell me what she wanted. "Fuck me, Henry! I want you to fuck me, please fuck me!" She laid on her back, opened her legs wide displaying her womanhood in the lewdest way. My father approached and positioned himself so just the tip of his manhood was just touching my mother's vagina and I heard my mother say, "Please, please fuck me! Put that nasty, dirty cock into my wet fucking pussy and fuck me! FUCK ME, FUCK . . . ." Her pleadings were quieted by a deep thrust by my father as he took her while he looked directly at me. He motioned for me to come closer and I could not resist the temptation to see him fuck my mother. I was only about 6 inches away as he pulled back and I saw the scariest sight of my father's huge cock completely removed from my mother's pussy. He then thrust back into her and then pulled back again so I could see her lubricating juices covering his manhood. This went on for several minutes until my father exclaimed that he was going to cum! He thrust forward and emptied himself deep into my mother's womb as she shook violently in a climax of her own.
When they were finished, he withdrew and I watched in amazement as his slimy semen began dripping from her open vagina. Again, looking directly at me, he put his two middle fingers deep back into her open pussy and withdrew a slimy mess of the combined cum of the two of them. He then took his fingers and sucked the combined juices off before reentering her and retrieving another load. He offered this to my mother and she greedily accepted his gift and sucked his fingers clean. Once more his fingers entered her willing pussy and this time, he offered me the opportunity of tasting for the first time their combined love nectars. I slowly leaned forward and opened my mouth not knowing what to expect. What I received was a salty, but sweet fluid that wasn't at all what I expected. I smelled and tasted what my mother and father produced as my father explained that as I cleaned his fingers, millions of sperm were swimming hard to get to the treasure above to start a new life.
It was equally sexual, spiritual, primal, and beautiful. Watching my mother and father at church the next morning was surreal. My mother looked truly proper and virginal and my father humble and spiritual singing "Amazing Grace" just a few hours after the carnal fuck fest I witnessed. I squirmed in my pew as I anticipated what was probably going to happen later that evening.
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