Emily, Judy, Mary, and Lorna

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It is difficult for youngsters of today to believe or understand the strict mores that defined female lives in the past. When I was growing up in 1930’s Scotland the preached doctrine was that sex was dirty and sinful, except when between husband and wife to procreate; Not for mutual pleasure and forbidden out-with the marriage bed. So entrenched were these ethics that pregnant girls often got thrown out of the family home for bringing shame on it. To compound this, wives had no rights. They were their husband’s property; There to meet his every need and demand, to be homemakers and produce babies. Large families were indeed the norm with many women having ten or more children.     Girls and boys were raised separately and always chaperoned when together. As for education on intimate matters that was none existent; Mothers didn’t even talk about them with their daughters. So, before my marriage, I was innocent and had never been alone with a man. Other than a few perfunctory kisses, the first physical contact with my husband was when he took my cherry on our wedding night. It wasn’t a romantic event in the least; A few kisses, rough penetration of my pussy, a period of harsh humping and then release of his cum inside me. The memory of the awful pain is still with me today. He fell asleep afterward; his needs met without any thoughts for me; After all, I was there just to provide a pussy for his use.My husband became a companion. He looked after me but had little or no interest in a close relationship. Due to his upbringing, he was uncomfortable or possibly disgusted by intimacy. The sight of the blood and cum on the bed after that first night together put him off even more. From then, we slept in separate rooms, and he would come to my bed once a week for a quick non-fulfilling rut. There was no passion between us; We didn’t even sleep together afterward; He just used my fanny to masturbate. Fortunately, physiology helped me; I usually became wet in anticipation of the event, making his abrupt penetration and shagging at least tolerable.You may wonder why I accepted this loveless marriage. In truth, I had little choice. I was plain and left on the shelf. The offer seemed to be my last chance to avoid spinsterhood. In those days, it was beyond the pale for a woman to remain single. She was looked down upon; Seen as selfish and avoiding her female duties. The only thing considered worse was to be married but have no children; Always the woman’s fault of course.My partner and I had several interests in common, and I thought we could bond together, so when he proposed I jumped at the chance. Nowadays, I would’ve waited for Mr. Okay or stayed single and pursued a career, but that was not an option for me back then. We married two months later, and I became pregnant during our first month together. It was then that my husband’s insensitivity and lack of empathy came to the fore. He continued to ride me weekly while I was expecting. Sex during pregnancy can be useful for couples if done with tenderness and sensitivity. Not in my case, my husband screwed me when he wanted, even while I was recovering from morning sickness or uncomfortable sleepless nights; A horrible experience but then again, I was his to use as he wished.Fortunately, once I had a significant belly bump, my husband stopped shagging me and did not return to my bed until our daughter Lorna was born. I was delighted with my beautiful girl, but he and his mother were not; She was not the son that they craved. This need was the reason why, despite my condition and pleadings, I found myself being ridden by my husband within a week of giving birth. “I must have a son, no matter how many babies you have to produce.”From then, my husband took me a least two times every week until my belly bump was visible. This stress combined with carrying a new baby while still recovering from childbirth inevitably took its toll on my health. I miscarried. I was distraught at my loss but thought that I would at least get a period of respite. Not so; Such was my husband’s callousness and desperation for a son that he started screwing me again a mere seven days later. This time I didn’t become pregnant; A medical exam carried out some months later revealed that I could no longer conceive due to damage from my second pregnancy. After that news, my husband never made sexual demands on me again.Despite everything, my husband and I stayed together as a loveless couple to give the semblance of a family for Lorna. In hindsight, this was a mistake; We drew further and further apart, and eventually, he left Lorna and me on our own. I later found out that this was due mainly to pressure from his mother; She desperately wanted a grandson and had identified a new fertile broodmare for him. How could she do that to other women?For many years, I was an emotional zombie. I cared and raised Lorna on my own as best as I knew how but I couldn’t form a strong etlik escort bond with her or be a proper nurturing mom. I was anxious and moody all the time. These failings could have been disastrous for Lorna, but fortunately, Judy and her daughter Mary moved into a house nearby when Lorna was eight years old. They hit it off immediately, Lorna and Mary became best friends, and Judy soon became Lorna’s de facto second mother. Was I jealous? No, I felt guilty but knew that Lorna would need a guidance and support through adolescent life that I was unable or capable of giving to her.Although I watched Lorna grow up from a slight distance, it was clear to me that she was a brainy and talented girl, with a thirst for knowledge. I resolved to help her to develop her full potential and have opportunities of which I could only dream. The main problem was that my schooling had been minimal, so I started to do day and evening classes and correspondence courses in the subjects that Lorna and indeed Mary would be doing in the years to come. This challenge gave me a new purpose in life, brought me to back to normality and rebuilt my confidence. Both girls were intrigued by this old lady doing schoolwork but happy to ask for help and tuition when they were struggling with their studies. Through this, Lorna and I developed a closer relationship albeit still not a real mother-daughter one.I sat in on various classes at the local secondary school and one day found myself in a Girls Health and Fitness class; A euphemism for sex education. I thought I might find out what to tell Lorna about the birds and bees, when and how. Imagine my shock to find that the lecturer was a spinster, who had evidently drawn the short straw in the class stakes. She just spoke in generalities about girl’s physiology, babies, and the need keep your body healthy and pure. No discussion about relationships, love, safe sex, or even consent. So, this was not a great help; The girls probably got more useful information from friends in the playground.One thing that the teacher said did intrigue me, “Never play with yourself; It is disgusting and a sin, it takes your beauty away, makes you ugly and prone to woman’s troubles.”I could hardly contain myself when one of the bolder girls shouted, “Is that what happened to you, miss?”The teacher went bright red as the girls in the class burst out laughing. They were savvy and probably had more experience of this heinous crime than the teacher. I felt so out of touch. When I was young, no one talked about our girly bits and any pleasures their use could give you. Most women of the day would’ve found out these delights with the help of a caring, loving husband. I didn’t, and in the sixteen years since my brute of a husband stopped taking me I’d had no sexual experiences or desires; I’d never even touched myself except when bathing. At that moment it dawned on me that, as these teenagers, Lorna was probably experimenting with herself. I needed to know more about how teenage girls develop this physical side of their sexuality and the risks if any.I went to town next day and after a lot of searching found some informative books and magazines. The content was an eye-opener to me. There were so many ways to explore the body, stimulate it, locate the arousal buttons and of course get intense pleasure into the bargain. Although still frowned upon, it was clear that masturbation had many benefits for girls; Enhancing their sexual knowledge and health, relieving stress, and fostering general contentment and well-being. Despite the teacher’s scare stories, there were no down-sides. At least I could now have an awkward conversation with Lorna about it if needed. I sighed at the thought of all the delights that I missed while growing up, little realizing that the old lady could still enjoy them.It was a few weeks later when heading off to bed that I heard low moaning noises coming from Lorna’s bedroom. Thinking she was sick, I peeked around the door. Lorna was on top of her bed, one hand inside her pajama bottoms vigorously rubbing her pussy while the other gently massaged her exposed breasts. She was writhing gently and enjoying herself. I didn’t disturb her but admit to a little feeling of envy when I later heard a long sigh and deep moan followed by silence. She looked so peaceful and content when I checked on her.A few days later I again heard sounds from Lorna’s bedroom; This time more loud and intense than before. I peeked in; She was naked, massaging herself and oh my, using a hairbrush handle down there. As I stood there transfixed, Lorna wriggled and convulsed on the bed and finally gasped with pleasure when she climaxed.I found it difficult to get to sleep thinking about what had just happened. Lorna shouldn’t be using a hairbrush to stimulate herself. It’s unsafe. How do I protect her? While images of Lorna pleasuring herself played over and over in my head, keçiören escort I automatically started to mimic some of her moves; My hand slipped into my pajamas, over my mound, and onto my pussy lips. That first touch triggered a pleasant tingling sensation and a feeling of warmth down there.‘Hey, there’s life in the old girl yet.’I seized the moment, began to stroke around my lips and between them. I found my clit with my free hand and gently rubbed it; Luckily, I’d recently read about the clit, where it was, and its importance for stimulation. As I warmed up, I gently pushed my forefinger into my vagina; It was a tight fit but as I pulled in and out and massaged inside a mass of delightful feelings developed in there. Soon, my fanny tremored and released a small amount of juice as a light wave of pleasure spread up through my body. ‘Oh wow, my first ever climax; Not breath-taking but fantastic nevertheless and all due to self-love. I was surprised but delighted to find my fud was highly sensitive and responsive; despite age, childbirth and the many ravages inflicted on it by my husband’s savage cock. From now on, it can expect regular workouts; Just to keep it healthy of course!’ I bathed in the post-climax afterglow and slept like a baby through the remainder of the night.Early next morning I set off to town to visit an adult shop. I must have walked past the entrance twenty or thirty times before I picked up the courage to go in. The fact that the girls behind the counter were not much older than Lorna didn’t help my discomfort, but clearly, they recognized the rabbit in the headlights look.”Please take a seat; I’ll get Mrs. Jones to see you.”To my relief, a woman of my age appeared and introduced herself.“Hello, I’m Janet. How can I help you?”I sputtered for a moment and went crimson but then let it all go. “My teenage daughter is experimenting with self-love. I’m glad; It’s important she knows herself before sharing with others. My problem is that I spotted her using a hairbrush handle; I think it would be safer for her to use a tool made for the purpose and would like to buy a dildo for her, but have no idea what to get.””Your daughter is lucky. Most people still believe that self-pleasuring is bad for girls, but it isn’t. It helps them to know their body and its sexual needs, and hey, it is a joyous experience as well.”“What would you suggest?”“Let me show you this set of simple silicone toys. Which one is similar in size to the handle that your daughter has been using?”“The first one is nearest, only a little longer.”“Good, I would recommend you buy it and the next size up, which is significantly longer and thicker. Those will meet your daughter’s needs at this stage.”“Okay, that will be fine.”“I’ll go and pack them up for you, along with some lubricant and literature about safe self-love, unless there is anything else.” I probably went bright red. “After seeing the joy my daughter gets from self-love, I’ve tried it myself for the first time and let’s just say; It won’t be the only time. I should buy a toy for myself.”“How delightful, what a wonderful thing to learn from your daughter. Any ideas on size?””The fifth one along is similar in size to my former husband’s cock, but I couldn’t cope with that at present, my pussy has tightened up through the years of non-use.””I suggest you take the third and fourth ones; The circumference of the smaller dildo should be comfortable for you in these early days, and number four will be perfect when you feel the need for a bit of extra stretching and stimulation.””Thank you; I will take them.”“I’ll pack everything up for you, while you see the cashier.”I was putting my purse back in my bag when Janet came with my purchases in two discrete carrier bags.“I hope you both have plenty of fun with your toys.”I blushed again. “I’m sure we will, thank you for everything.”After buying few other things in town, I headed home. I left one bag on Lorna’s bed and packed my stuff away into my room. I was having tea when Lorna came back.“Did you have a nice day out?”“Yes, it went well. I’ve left something for you in your room.”She was back within minutes with the dildo packages in hand.“Why are you giving me these?”“I thought you should use something made for the job rather than a brush handle.” Lorna’s jaw dropped. “You’re not upset or disgusted that I’m playing with myself.”I gave her a proper motherly hug. “No, you are doing what most girls of your age do in secret; Exploring your developing body and sexuality with the bonus of having some fun along the way. I wish I’d done the same.”“You never pleasured yourself?”“Back then, intimacy was a sin for girls and boys; We were kept in ignorance about our bodies to ensure nothing untoward happened.”“Thank you for being so understanding and supportive. I’ve been worried there was something wrong with me and about how you would react.”“Don’t worry, it’s perfectly kızılay escort normal and healthy but don’t overdo it and always be discrete. By the way, I should thank you for helping me discover self-love.”“You mean?”“Yes, last night for the first time in my life.”We hugged as mother and daughter and cried, but they were tears of joy at our new shared bond. There was a knowing smile between us as we went off to our beds.It was embarrassing to realize that my teenage daughter already knew more about her body and its needs than I did on my own. Women of my era weren’t sexual beings; We only provided a fanny for our husband’s carnal use. There was nothing in it for us, except to be rutted like a hind by a stag and pregnancy. It sounds stupid now, but this meant that I’d never explored my sensuality. So, it was a revelation to find that my intimate regions were physically sensitive and responsive with sensual-needs that I could satisfyingly fulfill through self-love. For probably the first time, I felt genuinely feminine and alive.             I let my fingers do the walking for a couple of weeks before I used the toys. I was still apprehensive about putting anything into my fud after all the pain and trauma caused to it by my husband’s cock, but eventually, I tried them and wow, that brought the pleasure and satisfaction to new highs. Surprisingly, I preferred the smaller toy; It was maneuverable, better for finding and targeting the sweet-spots in my vagina and speeding myself to orgasm. However, I admit that a deep rodding with the bigger dildo was an excellent way to relieve the stresses and strains caused by particularly bad days.    Sadness for the women of my generation who suffered from ‘female hysteria or the vapors’ tinged my newfound feeling of contentment and well-being. These health issues were rooted in repressed sexual tension and frustration and could have been avoidable had females been able to fulfill their wants through shared-love or self-love. The former would have involved loss of male power and dominance, and the latter was a mortal sin, so weren’t options. As a result, the sexual mores of the day ruined the mental health and welfare of so many women.                    The final two years of school were hectic for Lorna and Mary, so many tests and exams to be done to get the academic grades for acceptance to the university. I worked with both, giving them individual tutoring and support through their coursework, and came to appreciate how close was their friendship. It was during the summer break before leaving for the university that I noticed subtle changes; Lorna and Mary would often gaze intently at each other and became much more touchy-feely. The explanation became clear one day when they went for a picnic. By chance, I was out gathering wild fruit, heard noises coming from a nearby field and went to investigate. To my shock, Lorna and Mary were romping in the long grass. I was going to shout at them to stop but didn’t. Girl-girl love was still a no-no, but I was captivated by the apparent delight and passion of their lovemaking; It was a joy to see the girls taking their relationship to this high sensual level. Their frolic was driven by lust but also providing them a valuable lesson; Sex and love when shared freely by equals are exquisite. Knowing this, they are unlikely to accept anything less in the future; Never to be a dominated or passive sexual partner.I watched a little jealousy as Lorna and Mary shared their intense love, but was also turned on. I frigged myself to climax. Pussy juices soaked my knickers by the time I sneaked away, leaving Lorna and Mary to finish off. When Lorna came home that night, she looked euphoric but tired.I smiled inwardly and cheekily asked, “Did you enjoy your picnic?”She blushed a little when she said, “Yes, it was fun.”Although surprised by the turn of events, I was pleased that Lorna was safely learning so much about her sexuality this early in her life. The knowledge will set her in good stead, help her choose the best partner, and if it’s a girl rather than a boy then so be it; The most important thing is that she finds happiness and fulfillment.Things were a bit of a blur during the week before the girls went off to the university; There were so many things to arrange. Late one evening I was surprised to receive a call from Judy.“Lorna has just arrived here; She looks exhausted. I would suggest that she rests here overnight and comes home tomorrow if that is okay with you.” “Yes, that is fine, thank you for looking after Lorna.”Lorna looked a little downcast and stiff when she arrived home the following day.“I was worried. Are you okay?”“I’m fine, just a bit tired and sore. Judy packs a wallop with her belt.”“What? She’s not allowed to do that. What did you do? Why did she punish you?”“I asked her to do it.”“What possessed you to do that?”“Judy was angry and upset after a row with Mary.”“I should’ve thrashed Mary for humiliating me in public, but I promised Mary’s father I would never spank her.”“I could see Judy’s angst, wanted to help her, and the only thing that came to mind was to suggest she punish me as a substitute for Mary. I hoped this would relieve her frustrations.”“Oh, my.

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