Mum Took My Virginity Ch. 01

All people having sexual activity in this story are eighteen and over.

Foreword.

This is the story of a mother and son getting to know each other. Barry, the son, is eighteen and just been accepted for university to study accountancy. His mother, Babs, is thirty-seven. Babs got pregnant after a one night stand when she was eighteen. Her parents weren't happy. Her father was a property developer. In the early sixties there were massive cuts to the railways. Her father took full advantage of this. He bought so much land cheaply beside the now defunct stations and developed them fully. He was soon a multimillionaire.

Babs's mum was forty-eight when she had Babs. Her father was sixty-two. The both of them had been brought up in a different world from Babs. They had grown up in the forties, fifties and sixties. Mum had once told me that her mother had been so proud that they had the first colour television in the elegant avenue they lived in the city.

Grandpa died when I was ten. That was a big thing for gran and mum. After mum had me she studied accountancy. She kept herself to herself. None of her friends at university knew she had a child. She was the top student when she graduated. She had worked with grandpa for years. When she graduated she took over the running of the business.

Grandpa had done a housing development at the coast. A thirty minute drive from our house in the city. I loved the beautiful bungalow at the coast. It had a gorgeous lounge with magnificent sea views. The master bedroom was the largest. Mum's bedroom had only a single bed. In my early years I slept in it with her. When I was twelve I got a bedroom to myself. I felt I was growing up.

Throughout my teens we all spend a lot of time at the bungalow at the weekend. Gran had lived alone there for several years after grandpa died. She was getting older now and stayed with us where ever we were staying.

Gran would go to bed early. When she was in bed mum would have a glass of wine. She never drank when mum was around. Mum was a wonderful woman. She was highly intelligent. She was tall, good looking with a voluptuous body. When I checked her bra in the laundry basket she was an E cup. She had an amazing sense of responsibility. She chose her words carefully. I admired how sophisticated she was.

Present Day.

When I turned eighteen mum took me out for dinner. Gran didn't come with us as she wasn't feeling well. I wish she had as two days later she was dead. Mum and I had a great night. She'd bought me a car and given me a credit card. I was feeling like a real adult now.

Mum only wore very conservative business suits. That night she surprised me. The business suit she wore came to an inch above her knee. She was wearing a bright red lipstick with matching red nail varnish. I had never seen her with so much makeup on. I was also sure she was wearing silk stockings. As we walked to the restaurant mum said, "Barry, you're now eighteen where have those years gone. The doctor told me yesterday that gran's got an irregular heart beat. She must rest in bed as much as possible. On the other hand I'm so happy we're alone as tonight will be the first time in our lives that we can share a bottle of wine together because it's your birthday we'll drink Champagne. We couldn't have done this if gran had been with us."

I wondered why mum had told me this. She ran a business that made millions every year but she was scared to drink alcohol in front of her mother. We got to the restaurant I ordered a bottle of Champagne. It was a bottle of Krug. We clinked glasses mum wished me a happy birthday. The Champagne was delicious as we studied the menu. Mum put on her reading glasses which gave her a very sophisticated look. As we ordered I noticed mum's blouse buttons two of them were undone. For the first time in my life I saw a cock stiffening amount of mum's massive tits.

The meal was delicious. We got another bottle of Krug. We were both so relaxed. As we walked home mum said, "Barry, I've so enjoyed this evening we should eat out more. Sure we have meals together but it is nicer if were dressed up and relaxed over a bottle of wine."

We got home and checked gran. She was sleeping and she had a contented look on her face. In the hallway mum said, "Tomorrow I'm going to buy a little fridge and hide it in my bedroom. I feel like another glass of wine but there's none in the house."

"Mum, you should do that. I'll come and carry it for you. After we've got it we can go to the good wine merchant in the city and buy some wine."

Mum had a startled look on her face when I said this, she smiled as she gave me a hug and said, "Barry, we'll do that tomorrow while gran is still alive it must be our secret."

I couldn't believe what happened next. Mum pulled me close to her. I felt the weight of her massive melons on my chest. She then kissed me on the lips. I gently slipped my tongue into her mouth. Everything felt so good. Mum opened her mouth my tongue went deep inside her mouth. I teased the roof of her mouth with the tip of my tongue. I was filling mum's mouth with my tongue. Mum was accepting it but she didn't put her tongue into my mouth. We kissed lovingly for several minutes. Mum broke away, she said, "I love how you kiss. What a lovely way to say good night. Please never ever kiss me like this if gran's around."

I whispered, "Mum, it will be our secret."

Mum smiled and we both went to our bedroom. In the city house every bedroom had it's own bathroom. I sleep naked. I lay on top of the bed stroking my massive hard on. All I was thinking of was the weight and how good it felt of mum's massive tits. I knew I'd cum soon and I'd spurt. I went into the bathroom, my cock looked gigantic in the mirror. I couldn't believe how much mum had aroused me. As my first spurt hit the back of the sink I wondered if mum had taken my tongue deep into her mouth would she take my cock the same way?

The next morning I heard mum up around seven. I stayed in my bed thinking about last night. I couldn't believe I had tongue kissed mum. I wondered if she'd mention it this morning. Mum and I always had breakfast at eight. At five to eight I put on a pair of boxers and a towelling dressing gown. I was prepared if we had another kissing session.

Mum was working at the stove. She was dressed in one of her business suits. I noticed she had only a little make up on. A very quiet lipstick and no varnish on her nails. I said, "Good morning mum, how are you?"

In a matter of fact voice she replied, "Barry, I got up early. Gran has had breakfast. I took her to the bathroom. All is good there. She told me she slept well but still feels tired. The doctor is coming between ten and eleven this morning. I have several meetings this morning or I'd be here. After the doctor goes please phone me and let me know what he says. I've never seen gran look so aged in my life. I had my breakfast with gran. Here's yours. Please phone me when the doctor goes."

That was it. No hug, no kiss on the cheek. Mum made no mention of last night or of buying wine and a little fridge. I ate my breakfast then showered. I was reading the newspaper when the doctor arrived at ten past ten. The doctor was a cheerful person asking how I had got on in my exams as I showed him to gran's bedroom. He came out ten minutes later and said, "Barry, your gran is not well. The best place for her is in hospital. To be brutally honest I'll be surprised if she lasts until the end of the week. You'd better tell your mum. I'll phone for the ambulance now. Their blue lights will be flashing. This is an emergency."

I phoned mum and told her everything the doctor had said. She told me to go in the ambulance with her and she'd see me at the hospital. She also told me she'd packed an overnight bag for her. It was in mum's bedroom beside her dressing table. Four minutes later the ambulance arrived with it's lights flashing.

The two paramedics in the ambulance were so professional. They allowed me to hold gran's hand for the whole of the short journey to the hospital. As they opened the door to take gran into the hospital gran signalled for me to come close to her. She whispered, "Barry, look after your mum. You're all she's got. She can be difficult at times but she's a good caring woman."

I had the feeling that she knew her days were numbered. I was following her trolley as she was wheeled into a consulting room. I sat on a chair in the hallway outside it. I messaged mum to tell her where I was. This was a busy hospital. Mum arrived ten minutes later. I explained what was happening. We just sat. Mum was showing no emotion. In business she never did which made her such a successful business woman. Mum didn't have any close friends. She was always there for me and that's all that mattered to me.

We stayed in the hospital until after nine. A doctor had spoken to mum and I. His prognosis was not good. He allowed both of us to go into gran's private room. Gran was fast asleep. She had a contented look on her face. I whispered to mum, "Mum, I'll wait outside so you can spend a little time with her."

Mum only said, "Thank you."

In the car home I said, "Mum, do you want to go out for a meal?"

"Not tonight Barry, I'll make you something nice at home."

Mum made a delicious meal. We hardly spoke. I wondered what was going through mum's head. We both went to bed afterwards. We said goodnight to each other. Mum also thanked me for being there for her today.

At six the next morning mum's mobile rang. Gran had passed away in her sleep ten minutes ago. Mum came to my bedroom to tell me. Mum gave me a hug as I lay in bed. She said, "She's at peace now. This is a sad day for me. I feel that my life may change now. I will make breakfast. After that I'll go to the hospital and get the death certificate. I will also get the funeral arranged. I want to do this alone as I want to feel I've done my bit. I didn't have an easy life with my parents. They were so steeped in religion. Their lives circled around the church."

"If I did anything wrong it was a sin. I'll tell you more later. I want to have the funeral as soon as I can. We'll have breakfast in half an hour."

After breakfast mum left. This was a Tuesday now. I wondered how the rest of the week would go. I had so much free time. I would start university in six weeks. Mum wanted me to have a break as she felt I'd worked so hard to get my grades.

Mum messaged me at three in the afternoon informing me the funeral service would be held at the same graveyard as grandpa on Friday morning at ten. She told me she was now at the bungalow and she would stay there until Thursday evening. Telling me she wanted to tidy up all gran's clothes as there were so many there that she'd give them to charity. She told me there were several vacuum packed Chilli Con Carnes in the freezer. I loved mum's Chilli. She made a big pot then vacuum packed it. Mum also said she wanted to do this now but to keep in touch with her.

I got into the car and drove to the wine merchants. I bought three cases of good wine. I don't think there had ever been any wine in the house in all the time the family had owned it.

I got home and put some bottles into the fridge. The fridge had it's own ice maker. I'd taken a Chilli out of the freezer when mum had suggested it. It was now five in the afternoon and I was drinking my first glass of wine of the day. My dinner was being cooked.

As I sipped my wine I thought of mum. Was this mum's reaction to the grief of her mother's death? Why did she want to give all gran's clothes to charity? Why was she staying away from me for three days? There were so many things I didn't know the answer to.

I watched a film on Netflix. I had enough wine. Today had been a long day. I sent a message to mum, "Hi mum, just a quick note to let you know I'm thinking about you. I had my Chilli and did my potatoes beautifully. I bought some wine today. It's delicious. I have enjoyed a couple of glasses tonight. The only thing missing is you. I think you need this time to get this sorted out. If you need me to do anything for you please let me know. I love you. Barry xx."

I felt good after I'd send it as it would let mum know that I was thinking about her. I thought of when I'd kissed mum. The way she'd acted today I wondered if I'd ever tongue kiss her again.

I had another couple glasses of wine. I was now ready for bed. My phone beeped, I had a message from mum, "Barry, thank you so much for your lovely message. I appreciated it a lot. I have done a lot today. All gran's clothes are now with a charity. I bought a new mattress for the brass bed in my parent's bedroom. The mattress was finished. It will be delivered tomorrow. Today has been a day of coming to terms with a lot of things. I'm getting there. Would you believe I've got wine in the bungalow and I'm drinking it."

"Drinking wine was a sin according to my parents. Barry, I'm quite tired now and I need to go to bed. Drop me a line tomorrow so I know how your day has been. I love you. Mum xxx."

I couldn't read between the lines. There was a side to mum I didn't know and I wanted to get to know and how she worked. I didn't do much on Wednesday. I had my chilli again and loved it. I sent mum a note saying I hoped her day had gone well as I had a very quiet day.

Mum responded saying the mattress had been delivered and she was going to sleep in that bed tonight. She also wrote she'd been shopping and had bought some new clothes as she felt now was the time change her wardrobe. She also suggested that we go out for a meal on Thursday evening. She would be home around six. I replied that I'd love to do that with her.

I wondered what type of clothes she'd bought. We would go to the bistro a minutes walk from the house. I was so looking forward to seeing mum. The days we'd been apart were making me realise I genuinely missed her. My big thought was would I give her a tongue kiss tomorrow night?

Thursday night came I was dressed in a blazer and slacks with a collar and tie. Mum arrived her skirt came to two inches above her knee. She looked fantastic. Her hair had been cut and styled, "Mum, you look gorgeous I've got some Champagne chilled. Would you like a glass? Where have you booked?"

"I have a table for two booked for seven at the bistro."

"Super, I'd love a glass. I need to change and put on my war paint. I hope you like tonight's outfit. I'm so happy with the outfit I've got for the Funeral. Barry, you're going to see the new me."

I smiled as I poured the Champagne, "Mum, I look forward to that but I loved the old you. You look great in the outfit you're wearing."

Mum seemed a lot more relaxed than she had when she left for the bungalow. She had minimal make up on. I wondered what she meant by her war paint? I topped up mum's glass. She left to change and put on her war paint. I was honestly happy to see mum. I was sure she was happy to see me.

Mum came into the lounge. She looked stunning. I had never seen her look so sexy. Her war paint was on. She had heavy makeup plus bright red lipstick and nail varnish. Her fingers looked so long and delicate. Her top looked as though it had been painted on to her. Her massive tits looked incredible. Her mid-thigh miniskirt also looked as though it had been painted on. Her butt looked fantastic. To top it all her three-inch heels made her legs look so long, "Mum, if this is the new you I love it. You've kept your gorgeous good looks and voluptuous body hidden for years. I can't believe how good you look."

As I topped up our glasses mum said, "Barry, you're doing wonders for my confidence. I'm so happy you like what I'm wearing. I feel better. I love being at the bungalow. I feel so safe there. There were things I needed to do there and now I've got them done. That makes me happy too."

As mum spoke I couldn't take my eyes off mum's beautiful big juicy breasts. They looked perfect in every way. We finished the bottle of Champagne. I asked mum if she wanted some more? "We'll have it when we come back."

We walked to the bistro. I wanted to take mum's hand but I didn't have the courage. I ordered a bottle of Champagne as we looked at the menu. I felt so comfortable with mum. She looked so beautiful. She also looked happy. I noticed she was wearing a gorgeous diamond ring on her finger. I'd never seen her wear any jewellery before, "Mum, that's a gorgeous ring you are wearing. I've never seen you wear any jewellery before. It looks good on you."

The Champagne arrived. Our orders were taken, mum replied, "Barry, I've tidied most of gran's things. She had a lot of beautiful pieces of jewellery. I've never worn jewellery in my life. Gran never offered any of her things to me to wear. I have them all now and you'll see me wearing jewellery often."

"Mum, that ring does magical things to your hand. Tell me about the new you? I'm so interested."

Mum looked me straight in the eye as though she was deciding if she'd tell me."

"Barry, I'm happy we're in this booth. It gives us a little privacy. I have had a funny life. I have been told what clothes to wear. When I could go out and when I couldn't go out. Everything centred around my parent's thoughts on things. The majority of things were sins. I soon discovered it was better for me not to have any friends as my parents would find faults in them. This is not a good way to grow up. I was lonely as I kept myself to myself."

"My mum was forty-eight and dad was sixty-two when they had me. They were from a different generation. Computers and Internet were coming in. My parents didn't have and barely understood it. I spend a lot of time with my father in his business before he died. I'm not stupid. I modernised his company in an excellent way. We are so much more profitable. I have brought in better staff. Tomorrow at the funeral the majority of people there will be staff members. We're a big business with over a hundred staff. In dad's day there were over three hundred. We are now so much more profitable."

"In my twenties and early thirties mum chose all my clothes for me. After you were born I wanted to have a social life. I wanted to go to dances, discos. This was forbidden as I had a child to look after. When I told them I was pregnant it was like I had committed a mortal sin. They wanted me to have an abortion. I told them that was out of the question. They didn't want anyone to know. Then they made up a story that I'd met a lovely young man and we would marry. Sadly he was killed in a road accident."

I was starting to understand what mum's life had been like. I had no idea who my father was. Mum and my grandparents had never told me. I started to realise my life was funny too, "I interrupted and said, "Mum, thank you for doing that for me. I love you more now. Who was my father?"

"Barry, I'm so happy I did it. Your father was a good man. Now is not the time to tell you about that. One day I will tell you everything. I have never had a life. All gran's clothes are now been given to charity. The same as I did with grandpa's. I have started to remove all things that give me a memory of them out of my life. I will keep the jewellery as some of it was my maternal grandmother's. I have a feeling of relief as I tell you things. No one else in the world knows anything about me because I've led such a isolated life. I'm now sharing my most private thoughts with you that's how much I trust you."

We had just finished our main course. We also finished our second bottle of Champagne. I took mum's hand and gently stroked it, "Mum, thank you for trusting me. Did you ever date anyone in your life? I feel I'm getting to know you now. Will I get another bottle of Champagne?"

Mum smiled, "As far as going out for meals, the cinema and stuff like that. To be honest I feel I'm on a date when I'm with you. I want you to get to know me. I'll always be honest with you. I've enjoyed tonight with you. Tomorrow at the funeral you and the staff are going to see the new me. I'm going to be so proud with you standing next to me. In my life I've never had anyone standing beside me before. Let's have a bottle when we get home. Then we can have an early night as I want us both to look our best tomorrow."