mature xxx

Moira Nixon is now my mother-in-law. We first met in February of 1988 when I began dating her eldest daughter Jane and were great friends from the very beginning. Her husband Jack had died only a few months earlier and in some ways I became the man of the Nixon household; not as a surrogate husband I hasten to add, but in the role of a dutiful elder son. Jack Nixon had held very traditional views; with a woman’s place being in the kitchen and his girls had been brought up very strictly; all decisions had been his alone and as I later realised, had been aggressively, perhaps brutally enforced. I undertook the DIY-jobs, helped Moira to deal with the household accounts and paperwork, provided a willing taxi service for her and the girls, as none of them drove at that time. I even helped her with the application forms and resumes as she looked for her first job in eighteen years.

In 1988 Moira’s hair was bobbed and the palest auburn you’ll ever see; like ripe wheat at sunset. Today it’s flecked silver and looks like that same wheat-field, but in the moonlight. Moira’s eyes are large, pale grey and sad; she’s elfin in stature; the agreed simile being ‘a well fed Calista Flockhart’ Moira is always conservatively dressed and immaculately turned out. My brother once remarked ‘You just want to walk up to Moira and muss her hair’ Personality wise, she’s selfless, benevolent, vulnerable and incapable of saying a bad word against anyone.

It was in October of 1988 that our relationship changed. Jane and I had been out for the evening and having returned were making-out in the lounge. On the nights when I stayed over at the Nixon’s place, I slept in Jane’s bedroom, which was right next door to her mother’s – there was a even a connecting door, whilst Jane bunked-up down the hallway with her sister; hence our being downstairs in the lounge. Jane and I were reaching the conclusion of an extremely passionate, albeit silent bout of love-making; lots of throaty gasps, muted groans and squeals, suppressed with gritted teeth: all in an effort to ensure that we weren’t overheard; Haven’t we all suffered it at some point?

When I raised my head from Jane’s ample breasts, I noticed that the lounge door was now wide open and that Moira was standing in the doorway; she looked very pale and tears were streaming down her face. Our eyes locked for a moment and we exchanged weak, embarrassed smiles; before Moira turned and disappeared from view as silently as she’d arrived…

I lowered my face back into Jane’s warm, soft breasts and let out a low protracted groan, as the words ‘Oh Fuck!’ repeated incessantly through my mind. Fortunately, Jane interpreted this sound to be a sign of my satisfaction and I decided that for tonight at least, there was no point in disabusing her of the notion. Soon after, we replaced our discarded clothing; in case we met mum or Eve en-route and headed upstairs; with Jane as always loudly bidding me goodnight outside of my door, thus ensuring that if her mother was still awake, she’d know that we were in our respective rooms. As she turned away down the landing, I looked across at Moira’s closed door, smiled wryly to myself and slowly shook my head, whilst once more thinking ‘Oh Fuck!’

I took a quick shower and crawled into bed where not surprisingly, I was unable to sleep. Memories of the tears on Moira’s face when she saw me despoiling her recently virgin daughter and thoughts of the anticipated fall-out from the incident crowded my mind, banishing any prospect of sleep. ‘Oh Fuck, Oh Fuck, Oh Fuck…’ Things weren’t helped by the knowledge that Moira too was clearly still wide awake next door; I could hear her moving around and there was a faint sliver of light visible beneath the connecting door. I decided that a sleepless night was not the best preparation for tomorrow’s inevitable row and as I’m not a ‘morning’ person at the best of times, thought it might be better if I just took the bull by the horns right now. At the very least it would protect Jane from the first and probably strongest, wave of her mother’s wrath. I crawled quietly from the bed, slipped on my shorts and a tee-shirt, tip-toed across the room and taking a deep breath; tapped gently on the connecting door.

“Just a moment: OK it’s not locked, you can come in” was the muted response.

Another deep breath, a final ‘Oh Fuck’ as I twisted the handle, opened the door, stepped through and closed it behind me, all achieved without ever raising my eyes to meet Moira’s. Another deep breath, as I slowly raised my head to meet the icy gaze and the words just poured out “Look, I’m very sorry… Please don’t blame Jane… Don’t worry, we’re taking precautions… It’ll not happen again…” As my eyes finally rose high enough to meet Moira’s, I fell silent, probably with my mouth agape; she was sat up in her bed, giving me the warmest smile you can imagine with a sparkle of laughter dancing behind her grey eyes.

Moira patted the edge of the bed beside her “sit down and catch your breath, whilst I answer you one point one at a time”

I slumped rather than sat, this was not the reaction I’d expected at all, the adrenaline was pumping; that instinctive “fight or flight” response: When it’d become apparent that neither was suitable, it’d left me disorientated and utterly lost for words. As I tried to collect myself, Moira wrapped her arms around me and gave me a reassuring squeeze; “calm down you silly fool” she laughed.

“Now, where did you get to? Ah yes… You’ve nothing to apologise for, far from it; I’m not blaming Jane for anything; I’d never considered the possibility that the two of you weren’t sensible enough not to be taking precautions and perhaps most importantly, if it doesn’t happen again, then I would be very, very disappointed.”

I muttered incoherently, looked around the room; anywhere but directly at Moira. Whereupon she laughed and hugged me once again, turned my face to hers, looked me straight in the eyes and said “God; Jane’s a lucky girl” then kissed me chastely on the tip of my nose.

I was desperately trying to regain some composure whilst trying to make sense of Moira’s words, they just didn’t connect with the tears and expression I’d seen downstairs; “B-b-but you were crying when you found us?”

“No; the tears came later. I’d only gone down for a drink” Moira waved at a glass on the night-stand “I didn’t even know you were back. I just saw that a light was still on in the lounge and opened the door to switch it off” she shook her head and smiled once more, “the two of you were entwined on the floor and so engrossed in each other that you didn’t even notice me standing there”

“Maybe Jane didn’t: I haven’t told her yet either; but I saw you; I saw the tears”

“That’s what I meant when I told you that the crying came later; I’d been watching for about ten minutes before you even noticed me” Moira gave me another, this time wry smile “It’s probably me who should be apologising to you and Jane, I ought to have left immediately, but it was just too beautiful to turn away from: hypnotic.”

I shook my head in disbelief “but you were crying!”

Moira laughed again, “you’re a lovely young man Rob, but not as worldly-wise as you like to think; I wasn’t annoyed or upset: what you saw were tears of happiness! Life’s not been easy for Jane; in fact it’s often been very unfair to her, but if that moment of rapture which I witnessed was the only one she ever knew; then I think she would still consider that her life had been worthwhile.”

This was all getting far too profound for me “OK, I hear what you’re saying about the tears, but there was more than pleasure at Jane’s happiness to be seen in your face, when I looked up”

“My apologies once again, you’re more perceptive than I gave you credit for; I do hope my daughter has enough sense to appreciate how fortunate she is” Moira broke eye contact and looked down at her hands “Whilst you just see me as Jane’s mother, I’m also a living, breathing, woman; what you spotted was probably a twinge of jealousy. I was envious of Jane; experiencing something that I barely remember; to be honest something I now wonder if I’ve ever fully known?”

With the immediacy of youth, I nodded sagely “Mmm, I think I can understand; it’s been quite a while since your husband died and I suppose he was too ill to… you know… for a few months before that, so it’ll be more than a year since you’ve made love”

Moira returned the mature, serious expression with which I’d accompanied my statement and then burst out laughing!

I was now completely perplexed and looked away, towards the door; in part to hide my confusion but also with concern that her peals of laughter might awaken Jane or Eve. Moira must’ve had the same thought and been equally unwilling to share our conversation with her daughters; she lifted my hand, which I hadn’t even realised she’d been holding, brought it to her lips and bit down on it in an effort to repress her laughter.

Moira’s eyes sparkled, whilst mine watered; she’d bitten bloody hard! And it was perhaps a full minute before she regained her self control, released my hand from her mouth and spoke “Sorry I had to bite you” Moira looked at the teeth marks in my hand, raised it back to her face and gently kissed it “All better now”. We grinned at each other, then Moira shook her head once again and said “good looking, solvent, sensitive, a generous lover AND a comedian too! Jane should chain you to her bed before you get away”

By way of reply, I quite obviously gave my “I’m perplexed/out of my depth/you’ve lost me” look once again.

Moira granted me another smile, then a peck on the cheek. “Sorry Rob, that wasn’t very fair. At your age a year’s still a long time; besides which you never had the pleasure of meeting Jane’s father”

“Jack; No, Jane hardly even mentions him.”

“I can’t say as I blame her”

I responded with another quizzical look.

“He always favoured Eve” She looked down and appeared very sad. “Eve was daddy’s special girl and Jane was shut out” Her smile returned “I wish you had met Jack: he’d have hated you! I don’t think he would’ve scared you either; which would’ve made him even angrier.” She chuckled at what was obviously another private joke.

“But that doesn’t answer you silent question does it”

I frantically re-ran the conversation through my mind; where had we got to now?

“Jack never gave pleasure to me in the way you gifted Jane this evening” she fell silent for a few moments; looked sad once again. “No; Jack never made love to me once. He just screwed me; and he wasn’t even particularly interested in doing that for the last six years of his life.” There were tears on her cheeks once again and they clearly weren’t from the recollection of happy memories.

I brushed Moira’s tears away, wrapped my arms around her as she buried her face into my neck “He never once gave you to an orgasm?” Moira shook her head in silent reply. “The selfish bastard”

Moira looked up, the smile tentatively returning “you’ll never know how true those words are”

“So you’ve had only the memory of some long lost lover to sustain you?”

This comment helped restore Moira’s good humour. “You couldn’t understand; it was a very different era that I grew up in; the Swinging-Sixties never quite reached the Wyre Valley. There’s the odd boyfriend to recollect, but certainly no ‘lovers’. I was a good girl, so Jack’s the only man I’ve ever gone all the way with; as we used to say.”

“But you’ve had an orgasm” I frantically searched my memory for her words “barely remembered, you said”.

“True” Moira smiled again “but that wasn’t with Jack, or indeed any man”

I nodded and smiled knowingly; “got you, sorry I was so obtuse”

Moira raised her eyebrows “Are you sure? You surprise me more and more. We’ll perhaps discuss it another day; when we know each other a lot better”

There was a period of silence, during which I became aware of how closely we were now snuggled together and the heat of Moira’s body pressed against me. I think Moira came to the same realisation and made to move away. But I tightened my arms around her, whispering “No; stay there” and lightly kissed her hair. She relaxed again, pressed her face into my shoulder and returned the kiss.

“But why haven’t you just treated yourself to the pleasure of further orgasms” I asked.

“I beg your pardon. I’ve already said; you’re too young and don’t know me well enough to raise that subject.” She giggled, sounding much younger. “Actually, if we stayed just as we are now for a hundred years, I probably still wouldn’t discuss it with you”

“That’s stupid. Playing with yourself isn’t anything to be ashamed of; it’s natural, Jane does it often when she’s on her own and even sometimes when we’re together: it’s really sexy to watch her.

Moira sat upright and burst out laughing again. “I told you; it was a different era and I was a nice girl; I was never comfortable with touching myself. You didn’t understand at all and to be honest I’m glad; it’s probably for the best”

As I started trying to unravel that comment, a concerned look crossed Moira’s face, then disappeared as she threw her arms around me and kissed me firmly on the lips. That was the first touch between us that couldn’t be construed as innocent; I was so surprised that my train of thought wasn’t so much broken, as smashed entirely. It was to be several years before I discovered that this had been Moira’s prime intention when she kissed me.

The kiss lingered; my hands slipped upwards from Moira’s waist, though I only dared to “accidentally” brush against the outer edges of her breasts. I wasn’t prepared to risk breaking the spell through being over eager. Our mouths parted, we looked into each others eyes then kissed again, this time at my instigation. When next we parted, Moira pulled back, shook her head and lowered her eyes “we can’t do this” she whispered.

“I think we have to” I responded.

“You’re dating my daughter for god’s sake! I’ve just spent the last half-hour saying what a great bloke you are and now you’re proposing to cheat on her!

I smiled and kissed Moira again; the response was less enthusiastic, but she didn’t rebuff me. “Sorry, that was hardly fair. I’m at least equally to blame; what sort of mother am I, to even contemplate stealing my daughter’s bloke?”

I kissed Moira again, before flashing her, my wickedest grin. I’d now moved into seduction mode and felt far more comfortable; I was back in familiar waters. “You’re likely to be a very disappointed one”

“What?”

“Disappointed; if you tried to steal me I mean. You’re a very attractive woman Moira, but I wouldn’t dream of giving up Jane for you: consequently if you tried to steal me from her you would be disappointed”

“I’m glad one of us has managed to be sensible” Moira’s questioning look had been replaced by a smile.

“Oh, I’m never that; a total lack of rationality is a large part of my charm” I pressed forward, kissing Moira again. The response was still tentative, almost wary; but still there. I gave her another grin, “and with that concern quashed, we can move on to the far more realistic concept, of your borrowing me from Jane”

“Borrowing you: so how does that work exactly?”

“Simple. Jane’s sound asleep and so obviously has no further interest in me tonight. Whereas equally obviously; you’re in need of some attention and affection; a situation for which Jane and I are primarily responsible. Therefore it’s not unreasonable for me to offer to remedy the problem which Jane and I’ve created in the first place. As I said; simple!”

“And quite ‘obviously’, if we were to wake my lovely daughter and explain this ’simple’ proposal, that you’re suggesting; she’d happily agree to it?”

“Nope, she’d rip my balls off!” at this Moira collapsed into laughter once more; though thankfully quelled it by biting down on her own hand this time.

Once Moira had recovered, I kissed the bite mark and asked “All better?”

“Much.” Which Moira delivered along with a smile and brief kiss to my cheek.

“I would probably suffer the same fate if Jane found out after the event too. However, I think that scenario is highly unlikely, as you’re the one woman I’d trust not to mention it to her and I’ve far too much love for my testicles to tell her myself. More importantly; given the deep love that your daughter has for you; once she’d cooled down enough to allow us to explain; Jane would undoubtedly understand and forgive us both. So the only one who’d suffer any long-term ramifications would be me”

“Why’s that?”

“Medical science is not yet far enough advanced as to be able to reattach my balls”

Another girlish laugh and a peck on the cheek “and I certainly wouldn’t kiss those better for you”

I drew Moira back into my arms, kissing her right cheek and nibbling at her ear; but she pushed me gently away saying “Wait Rob, I need to think”

We sat in silence for several minutes before Moira looked up once more “Perhaps it would be better if I got Tommy to make love to me” she said.

I was stunned “Who’s Tommy?”

“I thought you were?” she replied, tipping her head questioningly to one side.

It took me a couple of seconds to decipher that exchange “my first name’s Thomas, but nobody’s called me that for years?”

“Apart from you Grandmother, according to Jane”

“Yeah, OK. But nobody else does”

“Exactly; nobody else wants Tommy, not Jane, not even you, only your Granny and I’m sure she wouldn’t mind me ‘borrowing’ him. It’s called compartmentalisation”

“Sorry; you’ve lost me again”

“I don’t think I have at all” she replied “Rob is Jane’s boyfriend; to whom I must remain a mother figure; albeit a sexy one I hope. Whereas despite being equally gorgeous, funny and I hope sexually generous, Tommy’s free and available. Simple”

She gave me a wicked grin, snuggled back up and gave me a kiss that could only be described as passionate, to which I responded with equal vigour, whilst exploring her left breast with slightly more verve. Moira trembled and her kiss hesitated, but she didn’t reject the touch.

I continued this gentle exploration for several minutes, before slowly unfastening and removing the robe she was still wearing. However, when I moved my hand to raise her nightgown, she clasped it in her own and said “Please Tommy, turn the light off first”

I started to speak, but she quickly put a finger to my lips; “Please, I told you I was one of the nice girls” a nervous smile, then the finger withdrew and she gently kissed me once more.

I rose, stepped over to and switched off the light and when I turned back, Moira was buried beneath the covers. I removed my tee-shirt and shorts and slipped in beside her and was immediately disappointed to feel my skin brush against her long cotton nightdress; having assumed that she’d removed it along with her bathrobe whilst my back was turned. This frustration was tempered slightly as my eyes adjusted to the darkness; it wasn’t as dark as I’d expected, the light outside managing to penetrate the curtains and bathe the room in a pale yellow glow.

I tentatively resumed my gentle caresses, Moira responding eagerly to each kiss, even timidly exploring my lips with her tongue, though her body remained rigid and I could sense, rather than feel that her hands clenching at the fabric of her nightgown. I slowly moved my hands to her throat, unfastening the two buttons which closed her gown at the top, but this only served to increase my frustration, as the opening still barely exposed her collarbones. I dusted those with kisses, before slipping lower to kiss the swell of her breasts through the thin fabric, whilst stroking her nipples with my thumbs; they rose gloriously and whilst Moira remained tensely immobile, I could hear her breath rasp and feel her heart rate and temperature increase. I next placed my mouth over the swell of her right nipple, aggressively sweeping over it with my tongue; my saliva soon soaking the cotton, displaying it even more prominently. As I moved across to repeat the process with her left nipple, Moira gasped, brought her arms up to my head and pressed my face more firmly into her yielding breast; I continued to suckle and a muted “ohhhh…yessss…” escaped from her lips.
Encouraged, I slid my right hand very slowly downwards, as it crossed Moira’s flat belly, her breathing and heart rates accelerated noticeably once more, but she didn’t move. I passed it gently but quickly, across her pubis and could feel the coarse hairs moving beneath the material of her gown; Moira was once again trembling, but still not resisting. I continued slowly down to below knee, I could reach no further and so grasped the fabric there; then stayed motionless for several seconds; Moira’s trembling had increased, the sound of her breath seeming to roar in the silence. Very, very slowly, I began draw my hand back upwards, raising the hem of her nightgown with it; I felt a moments resistance, until Moira slightly raised her calves, allowing the gown to lift still further; my own heart too was beginning to race.

My hand had by now reached her hip, the hem no doubt passing her knees, when Moira quickly squealed “No!” her hands flew downwards, gripping the hem of her gown and pinning it tightly to herself at mid thigh; I gasped with frustration and slowly lifted my head to look back into Moira’s face. There were tears on her cheeks; she looked very fragile and whispered “I’m sorry, I just can’t let you”

I gave her my warmest smile, though no doubt my exasperation was still evident; before sliding upward to kiss away her tears “Calm down and don’t worry; I won’t force you to do anything you’re uncomfortable with.”

“I know you wouldn’t; that’s one of the reasons why I want you so desperately”

She apologised again and I gave her another smile “It’d be unfair of me to expect you to surrender your virtue tonight; we’ve already established, that you’re one of the nice girls and they don’t do that sort of thing on a first date.”

This at least brought the smile back to her eyes. I kissed her once more and made to leave the bed; whispering “When or if you want to try this again, just send a message for Tommy and I’ll be pleased to pass it on”

Moira grabbed my arm; gave me an almost pleading look and croaked “Tommy, please don’t go”

“I’d love to stay” I replied “Why don’t we just snuggle up, kiss and cuddle and keep each other warm for the night? I’ll do nothing else, I promise”

“But you have to: I want you to make love to me Tommy”

“The feelings mutual; but I’ll not force you”

“You don’t have to; I want this to happen as much, in fact probably even more; than you do”

I gave her another smile and tugged gently at her nightgown, the response was immediate, with her fingers grasping frantically at the material. I smiled again. “But you don’t want the hem of that passion killing nightdress lifted”

“I know it’s silly; but if you just rip it from my fingers, I know I’ll submit afterwards and more than willingly”

I turned away and lay quietly with my thoughts for a few moments, then turned back to Moira and grinned “Simple” I said.

I know that, you’re much stronger than me, so just pull the damned nightdress out of my hands!”

“That would be forcing you; it’s not an option”

“Yes it is!”

“Not for me it isn’t; though as an alternative and if you’re sure you’ll not resist in any other way, we can work around the problem.”

“How?”

“Wait and see” I snuggled back into her warm body; recommencing with the kisses to her lips, which were responded to with perhaps even greater passion, before moving on to the scrap of exposed skin at her neckline and her still engorged nipples. Moira was desperately trying to relax, but her hands never strayed far from the still raised hem of her gown.

“Snatch it up” she whispered

“Not a chance” I replied, whilst lifting myself upright above her.

My hands were now kneading her hard breasts; the pert nipples tickling the palms of my hands felt huge and Moira was expressing her pleasure through quiet gasps and by gently writhing beneath me. The course of my explorations brought my hands right up to her neck, at which point, I grasped the fabric of her gown on either side of the unbuttoned opening and jerked sharply. “I promised you a simple compromise” Moira tensed beneath me and her trembling had recommenced; but her hands and arms remained rigidly by her sides: I could sense the effort this was costing her. I’d resolved to complete the task as quickly as I could: but by the time the apex of the tear had progressed across her belly as far as her navel; Moira’s small breasts received their first exposure and my plan collapsed… What I’d felt and glimpsed through the fabric of her gown had been arousing, but nothing could’ve prepared me for their visual presence; I was transfixed, unable to move… unable to even breathe…

“Are you all right? Moira whispered; a tinge of concern in her voice. I only managed to nod in response

“Tommy, what’s the matter? Moira now sounded frightened, but still I could offer nothing beyond a shake of my head.

I dragged my eyes from her breasts, before collapsing across her gasping for air. Moira later told me she’d been terrified, thinking that I was having an asthma attack, or worse.

“What is it Tommy? What’s wrong? Please, speak to me! Tommy, Pleaseeeee!”

“They… They… They’re huge… They’re beautiful… They’re amazing!”

Moira relaxed a little; but remained confused “Don’t be silly, I can’t even compete in the boob department with Eve nowadays and she’s barely sixteen”

I was shaking my head again… “No, No, No… It’s your nipples, they… they… they’re stunning.”

My head was laid on Moira’s belly and I still didn’t feel able to lift it; but I could at least now manage to turn it; her pert breasts, topped with the objects of my amazement; were barely six inches from my eyes. I hadn’t dreamt it; they were still GORGEOUS! The memory of that moment will stay with me forever: it’s burnt into my memory like a photograph. I’ve seen Moira’s nipples on innumerable occasions since; but at that instant they were also back-dropped by Moira’s face; at the precise moment when she understood what I was trying to convey: the very second when she realised the effect that seeing her nipples had brought upon me. The look on her face, more precisely in her eyes was… a world beyond happy; Moira looked ecstatic; rapturous; euphoric! She squealed, grabbed me savagely at either side of my head and quite literally dragged my mouth over her left nipple: it was a defining moment, for the both of us.

Moira’s since told me that I nuzzled, kissed, stroked and suckled at her breasts and nipples; without saying a word or stopping for over twenty minutes: “almost in reverence” was her summation. I have no idea; it could’ve been hours. Sorry: even now; almost twenty years later; the very thought of that moment can distract me from any task. Moira’s Breasts: with her own description of ‘Mosquito Bites’ Moira does herself a great disservice; try to imagine if you would, the two halves of a small grapefruit, but gossamer soft and translucently pale. The areole are perfect round, mahogany-brown discs; covering almost fifty-percent of the area of her breasts. The nipples are perfectly centred and almost half an inch long ‘at rest’, extending to more than ¾” when Moira’s aroused; their diameter is unchanging and I kid you not; we subsequently measured them with a micrometer one fun afternoon: is only fractionally less than an inch; they are awesome. (He’s not exaggerating - Jane & I wanted to add a picture, but Moira refused. – Sarah W.)

When I finally returned from heaven and looked up into Moira’s face; her cheeks were soaked with tears once more, but her eyes sparkled. “Happy Tears?” I asked.

“More than you will ever know” she whispered.

I moved toward her, we kissed; long and slow, during which I retook my grip on her torn nightdress. Moira’s small hands grabbed my wrists; her lips pulled back from mine and she smiled and shook her head “I don’t want you to do that now Tommy”

I returned Moira’s smile, whilst the words “damn, Damn! DAMN!” screamed through my mind: I’d blown my chance. “That’s OK, I understand” I whispered

“Mmmm” was all the reply she gave before looking away. Moira sat upright before swinging her legs from beneath the covers to sit on the edge of the bed, brushing hard against me as she went; I tingled at the touch. Moira sat there quietly for several seconds, just gazing at the wall. Then she took a deep, rasping breath, stood upright and took three or four steps away from the bed; stopping, she turned back and faced me. “From the look in your eyes, I don’t think you do actually” She smiled.

Very slowly, Moira lifted her hands, clutched at the fabric of her rent gown and proceeded to extend the tear ever downward herself. I was transfixed. When the rip eventually reached the hem of Moira’s long gown, she hadn’t the strength, or leverage necessary to separate the thicker material. After a couple of savage tugs, she flashed a wicked smile “Bugger! It would’ve worked in the movies”.

“Believe me, it worked just fine” I replied.

She repeated the wicked grin, shrugged her shoulders and the tattered night gown tumbled; pooling silently around her feet. She stepped over it and walked slowly back towards the bed: she looked exquisite in the soft light, though en-route, her sexy grin had slowly faded back to a very nervous smile.

I threw back the covers and as she slipped in beside me once more; I wrapped my arms around her slight frame, drawing her to my chest. “I’m still afraid” she whispered.

“Don’t be” I replied.

Immediately upon Moira’s re-joining me beneath the covers, we embarked upon a serious “kiss and cuddle”. Whilst obviously far more relaxed, Moira still trembled whenever my hands stroked across her body and though these tremors were clearly now a sign of her pleasure, I could also still feel that a degree of nervousness remained: though rather that, than the outright trepidation of earlier. With this in mind, I maintained a softly-softly approach to my exploration of her body; and for quite some while I kept my hands safely above her waistline. She did however show no reservation to my caressing her small breasts and glorious nipples; Moira clearly enjoyed the fascination which those hard buds held for me.

When I did eventually dare to progress further, I restricted myself to occasional and brief excursions to caress her left hip, tiny buttock and outer thigh. It wasn’t easy; I was aching to explore the very centre of her womanhood, but thankfully had the experience to understand what folly that might prove to be. Similarly, I ensured that my hips were withdrawn so that whilst my erect penis occasionally brushed her belly during an embrace, invariably drawing a tremor from Moira; it wasn’t pressing too obviously against her.

I slowly began working southward once more, tracing a line of kisses around her breasts and along her ribs, during which journey I discovered the now familiar birthmark: it was glowing bright red; before continuing my traverse across her flat belly. I paused to trace my tongue around and within the cavity of her navel, Moira squirmed and I chose that moment to slide my right hand toward the centre of her sexuality, resting it squarely on her pubis; there was a slight tremor, but a gasp of pleasure too as I drew my fingers gently through the fine, sparse hairs beneath them.

Encouraged, I continued further; tracing the edges of her swollen labia, whilst extending my chain of kisses downward too; Moira was breathing heavily as my lips reached and placed their first kiss at the very top of her soft pubic triangle. I lifted my head slightly, moving slowly downward in anticipation of placing the next, only to feel Moira jerk suddenly, grab my head in both hands and frantically pull me back upward toward her belly and breasts. I looked up to her face, it carried a sheepish smile, to which I responded, with one my own “I’m sorry Tommy; but I just had to stop you” she shook her head ruefully, “it’s… it’s… oh I don’t know; it’s being a good girl I suppose, I don’t do things like that”

I grinned up at her “Not a problem Moira, we’ll take this at your pace” I moved back up her body, sliding my hand back above her left hip as I went.

“Oh no you don’t!” she grabbed at my hand; sliding it purposely back between her legs. “I’m not that good a girl”

As I resumed my exploration of her pubis, I could feel her thighs relax; parting slightly; allowing me access to stroke along the full length of her noticeably dampening gash. I also felt Moira slide her hand behind me and pull forward; pressing my rigid penis hard against her lower belly. She sighed and writhed against it as I stroked more firmly; scratching my finger nails along the damp channels at either side of her swollen entrance. I moved my second finger back to her very centre; slightly parting, but still barely entering between her swollen lips. Again I made long, smooth, teasing strokes, with my central finger now brushing across the hood of her clitoris at the climax of each forward pass. I could feel Moira moving beside me, sliding her hand from my thigh, to her own belly, and then back again; warily brushing against my shaft on each traverse.

Still I hesitated from pressing forward; fearful of her reaction. I knew Moira was now very aroused; her breathing was rapid and the small birthmark below her left breast was shining blood-red; but I felt sure that the moment I went further Moira would snatch at my wrist and ask me to stop once more. I was no longer sure that I could face that disappointment again: not to smile and reassure Moira that I didn’t mind; whilst aching for her to the very depths of my being. Midway through each pass that my fingers made along the length of her vagina, I hesitated before continuing; it felt safer not to break the spell: we were both now breathing heavily. Then it happened, the moment I’d been dreading; a brief movement, the feel of Moira’s hand clamping over mine and her whispered gasp “Please, stop” I did as Moira asked, but was unable to look at her; I could’ve cried out in frustration. Then a further whisper “I can’t bear that a moment more; you mustn’t tease me any longer” I felt Moira’s fingers extending down behind my own, before she pressed hard on the back of my second finger.

I dared a quick glance at Moira’s face: her smile and gleaming eyes provided all the reassurance that I needed and I pressed two fingers deep into her vagina; probing to the very depths of their reach. Moira gasped; I thought that exhalation might never end: she was soaking; burning hot; her vaginal walls were pulsating; I’d never felt a response like it: It felt like she might burst into flames. Very, very slowly, I slid my fingers forward and upward, my eyes locked upon Moira’s; though by now they weren’t seeing me, they were locked in the far distance and they too looked to be on the point of ignition. Moira’s extended exhalation had now been superceded by an equally rasping but sharp intake of breath; my fingers now reached her clitoris; their friction parting its delicate hood…

In that very instant, Moira sat bolt upright; her hands gripping my own with an unbelievable strength: I couldn’t have moved it had I tried. She trembled, shuddered and began shaking such that I could feel the whole bed tremor along with her; whilst she pressed my fingers rigidly and unmoving against her exposed and pulsating clitoris. As Moira’s orgasm continued to build, I saw her mouth open wide and just knew what was coming next; twisting quickly, I grabbed her head with my free left hand and pulled her face hard into my chest at the point where it joined my right shoulder. I was barely in time; the first moments of her keening scream seemed to resound around the bedroom; whilst I prayed that it’d not carried further.

The delicacy of our situation clearly penetrated Moira’s mind too and knowing she couldn’t stop, took the only alternative available to her and sank her teeth into the flesh of my shoulder; it was now my problem to contain the noise! Her earlier attack on my hand was as nothing compared to this; my teeth ground together, tears were in my eyes and sweat poured forth as the pain coursed through my body. It probably lasted less than twenty seconds; but felt like as many minutes and my feeling of relief when Moira suddenly released her grip and collapsed back onto the mattress was sublime.

I distracted myself from the heavy throbbing that burnt at my shoulder, by concentrating my attention upon Moira: she was laid flat upon her back, eyes closed, skin slick and shining with perspiration; still giving small shakes and tremors every few seconds. It was beautiful; she looked so contented… satisfied… but above all happy: I’d never seen her smiling so radiantly. I was surprised too by a pang of disappointment; when she finally opened her eyes and rejoined me from wherever that orgasm had taken her: I could’ve watched her laid like that all night.

That feeling of disappointment was enhanced, when I noted the first emotion that sprang into Moira’s opening eyes was one of dismay; she obviously regrets what we’ve done I thought. Wrong again: Moira’s first sight hadn’t been my smiling face, but that of my bleeding shoulder and she immediately sat upright and applied her tender touch; grabbing my discarded tee-shirt from the floor she wiped the blood away and reassured that it was superficial as I was repeatedly telling her; she finally relaxed, planted a ‘make-it-better’ kiss and gave me the smile I’d hoped to see when her eyes first opened.

“Are you O.K?” I asked.

“No Tommy; not even close.”

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing you daft sod; what I meant was, that I’ve gone so far past ‘OK’, that I can no longer even see it!”

“Right; that’s: OK then”

Moira kissed me; deeply and long. For my own part I responded in kind, but as it caused me to twist around, my shoulder burned like hell as a result: though at that moment, Moira could’ve stabbed it with a knife and I wouldn’t have let it show.

We separated, “I was right you know”

“What about”

“The orgasm thing. On the basis of how you just made me feel; I’ve definitely never had one before.”

“Believe me; the pleasure was mine” I replied.

“No it wasn’t; give me credit for knowing at least something about men. But I promise it will be in a few minutes” The smile she gave was purely sexual; her sister would’ve been proud of it!

She lowered herself down onto the pillows, pulling me down after her. “Now I want you to… to… go all the way with me”

I had to bury my face between her damp breasts to hide my smile at her terminology; as I slid my hand across her belly and between her legs once more. I noticed there was no tremble of apprehension now and the insides of her warm soft thighs were soaking wet to the touch. I felt her hand graze lightly across my penis and realised that Moira was still unsure; or perhaps too embarrassed to do more. It was irrelevant, as despite the pain still gnawing at my shoulder, I hadn’t softened in the least. In fact had Moira’s caress been any firmer; what small semblance of control I still retained would probably have deserted me.

I climbed carefully on top of her and Moira’s thighs spread wider in welcome; very gently, I brushed the tip of my penis against her swollen lips; she gasped as it entered and I pressed slowly forward. Given how tight her channel proved to be, it was perhaps fortunate that Moira was by now so well lubricated. The friction of her vagina’s walls checked my progress before even half my length had entered, I partially withdrew; Moira looked apprehensive, but said nothing. I pushed forward again, perhaps a further inch entered: Moira was by now biting at her bottom lip, but still she remained silent. I continued with my slow, penetrative thrusts whilst Moira continued to worry at her lip; she maintained her silence, but tears were now flooding her eyes; much as I wanted otherwise, I felt I had to stop; Moira clearly wasn’t ready for this. I voiced my concern and the response was furious, “Don’t you dare!” she hissed, whilst grabbing at my buttocks and almost savagely, pulling me forward once more’ whilst simultaneously driving upward with her own hips to meet me; Moira opened like a flower and my incursion was completed.
We lay unmoving for several seconds; before I began to stroke smoothly and gently within her: Moira’s face now displayed a look of utter bliss. Slowly and tenderly; the action being necessitated more by my own need for self control rather than by my residual fear for alarming Moira: who having made certain of my penetration had, perhaps fortunately; now reverted to her passive role. It was far from being a spectacular display of my manhood and certainly lacked endurance: though at least Moira appeared to enjoy a second, albeit more muted orgasm before I was spent.

As I approached my own orgasm, Moira clearly recognized the signs; whispering “Sorry, but I’m not protected” I withdrew and settled gently atop her, my seed pumping between our bellies as our chests heaved in tandem from the joint release. It was an emotional moment; I was moved to tears; so this time it fell to Moira to provide the reassuring smile and to kiss them away. Once we’d recovered our equilibrium, I gently rolled away, retrieved my discarded tee-shirt and swiftly wiped away the outpouring of our joint desires: I could see that even now, Moira was uncomfortable at things being less than impeccable.

We barely spoke in the aftermath. I remember managing to say “thank you” but beyond that, we laid silently in each others arms for at least fifteen and perhaps twenty minutes. I saw that Moira was quietly weeping, but was now confident that these tears expressed nothing untoward. Until finally, Moira whispered “You’d better go Tommy, I’d hate for us to fall asleep and be discovered by one of the girls tomorrow morning”

“You’re right” We shared a final kiss; I slipped quietly from her bed; recovered my shorts and returned silently to my own room. As I took one final look back from the doorway; we exchanged a smile and I felt that all was well with the world: words could wait until tomorrow.

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