I guess from her somewhat stony outward appearance no one would realise that my mother was no shrinking violet.
Although I don't suppose parents think that kids notice things they ought to think again.

I think my mother deep down was a bit of an exhibitionist.

She always seemed quite happy for me to see her naked. In summer she would quite regularly shave under her arms legs and cunt. She would sit back on the edge of a wooden chair with her legs apart as she drew the razor down the length of her cunt lips. She flattened each side until every hair had gone. She was quite happy for me to stand close and watch her, there was a sort of frisson in the air, and it was almost as if she wanted me to watch. After she had finished shaving she would apply a cream to the whole area spreading her cunt lips wide open several times for effect. She used to wear the sheerest of panties which made her cunt clearly visible. It was always noticeable when she had shaved her cunt and I hadn't been there because the black shadow had vanished and I could see her naked cunt lips again. I'd curse if I had missed one of her beauty sessions. I just loved the way her tits jiggled around too. They were big heavy and pendulous. I loved the way each one swayed when she bent over to pick something up. I was privileged regularly to see her naked till I was gone 12 years old, maybe older even.

I recollect the brazen way she looked at the guys my father brought home and showed them the naked pictures of her. She didn't flinch for one moment when the merits of the pictures were discussed. Her shaved gaping cunt was fully on view in at least half of them.

I finally worked out a little code my mother had when she wanted to have sex. When she would greet my Father when he arrived home from work I noticed that on occasions as she was kissing him she would reach down and gently squeeze and feel my Fathers cock and balls through his trousers. There would be a little bit of whispering and things would carry on. Then if I listened and night sure enough she would get shagged, my Father had is balls squeezed quite regularly. Oh yes my Mother loved nothing better than a good fuck and wasn't afraid to make her feelings known.

Washing the family condom was a regular affair which she would carry out happily with me besides her seeing her emptying the semen down the plughole.

The absolute joy with which she greeted the friend who was going to fuck her was incredible. I know she knew him but as far as I knew he had never been to our house before. Usually couples have a few meeting to see whether it could work or not. Not my mother! She took his hand and led him upstairs. She was really happy to be shagged by him. I guess it only finished because he found another woman and married her.

I've no idea if anyone is following my blogs. They are a true account of my life with nothing left out. Shall I continue?