Hello friends
weekend I had a lengthy telephone conversation with an older girlfriend. We first met us in a chat (Chat City) almost a year ago. Meanwhile, we call for a few months more or less regular basis. I have asked them for my blog but something to write down their life, because I believe that what she experienced, somehow, a bit is special. Last night I got the first mail from her. I have - admittedly - somewhat "revised", but basically there are her words. Let me know what you think about it, please!
The second part follows in the next few days.
Have fun while reading!
Hello Doris
How's your big now. If he gets used to the cast is now something? Eventually, it will also start to itch even more. So he must be good. The main thing, the pain is not as strong and he can sleep a little. Give him your fine by me, yes.
As we talked together on the weekend you asked me, but even a little bit of me to write down. For your blog. I will gladly do, but would like to ask you that again look through before you since the publish. What have you written so far, everything was really great and well written. So clean I can not do well. So please write it to quiet, if you think this is better.
In the beginning I should probably introduce myself. I am Johanna (Hannah) and I am 62 years old. My husband died 6 years ago since I live alone. I have a son (32) and daughter (37), both of itself already have families. I have a total of 3 very dear grandchildren.
with my husband I was married for 35 years. In our marriage there have been ups and downs, as in most of the marriages. As for our sex life, I've always considered "normal". Today I know better. My first orgasm, is many a / r the hands up in horror, I had, yes, 57! Think I'm naive, but before that I really did not know how it is. Sex was never an issue. It took place, but nothing more. It turned, as I now know only to the satisfaction for my husband I have since, as I now know, only played a minor role.
now maybe this sounds a little frustrated, and that it was safe to start it. But ultimately I must say I have my two children after Walter's death in 2002 given a new life.
My husband is quite suddenly, within 3 months, died of cancer. The pain was modified so much that he drank more and more drugs despite strong alcohol. I have not noticed how this has spilled over on me. When my husband had died then, I am, as they say, fell into a deep hole. I think I really had hardly courage at that time. It
have my children myself "saved." They were the whole time for me. Although my son has a stressful job, it has happened so often took time off and was with me. My daughter has even drawn for several weeks to me and their children left in the care of her husband and her in-laws. I want to enter but not too much with my Problems from the past annoying. Just as a benchmark, they are simply important, I mean.
My daughter moved in with me when the funeral had to be planned. I was so totally overwhelmed and would have never been able to organize everything. She and her brother have to get everything out beautifully. Since my husband and I had only a relatively small apartment, has Doris (yes, it is called so) slept with me. In two adult women, moreover, mother and daughter, no problem, should think. Was it not at first.
had the day after the funeral, I once again a low point. When Doris came back from some errands, she found me, as she told me later, drunk at the kitchen table in front. She undressed and put to bed. When I woke up that night, I was certainly not yet entirely clear, but still clear enough to at least begin to understand what was going on in the bed next to me, beyond the visitor crack.
My daughter, probably in the firm knowledge that I would sleep deeply gratified himself She lay naked on his back, legs spread wide and had "loved" with a rubber penis. I remember well, the curtains were drawn not quite accurate and the moonlight fell on her body. I had intended Doris for almost 20 years and not seen an adult naked nude woman not yet anyway. But in such an intimate situation! I was at first terribly embarrassing. I thought to get up and leave the room, but once I started moving, turning again to be out.
Worse still was the moment when Doris opened her eyes and our eyes met. I would prefer sunk in the ground and I pulled the blanket over me. But Doris took her back down and snuggled up to me, as she had done when she was 9 or 10. She apologized and tried to explain that she wanted to make me not embarrassed, but that her sex with her husband after all these days that she lived with me now, but would be sorely missed. That's why they had bought that afternoon at the mall in such a shop that dildo, as she called it.
I must admit I did as a little understanding. Between my husband and I had it for almost half a year since his illness had worsened, if no more sex. And I could not say that I had missed something special. It was probably the alcohol that I could talk to my daughter suddenly relatively open about these things. We used to talk about anyway SO WHAT ever (can).
very fact that she and her husband several times a week had sex was, unusually for me, almost obscene. For me and my husband was rarely more often than 1-2 times a month to come. And then always in the dark bedroom and never naked! For my daughter (and her husband) nudity was completely self-evident, she said. It was easy to do so. I admit what they told me because everything took me confused already huge. Both in terms of my thoughts, but also physically.
Doris seemed to have noticed, because suddenly she gave me the rubber penis, after she had wiped off the blanket in hand. He was hard on but also soft and flexible. I do not remember to have ever touched my husband down there. So it was a completely new, strangely enough, but also a little exciting feeling. They talked to me, but it just try it and then she stood up, pulled on a robe and went into the living room to watch TV for a while.
first I did not dare and felt the "dildo" first times only. He came from a lot larger than that of my husband. Amazingly, he was not at all cold. Not like plastic. It took a relatively long time, until I then got married yet. And I always had the image of my daughter's eyes, as she had done it. I took off my panties and was surprised (really) that I was wet down there. It should not be forgotten when that happened, I was 56 and the menopause I had behind me.
My daughter had told me (peinlich!), making it to the clitoris, the clitoris was up and I actually began to introduce the dildo in me and at the same time to excite my clit with your finger. It was unbelievable, incredible, the feelings generated it. Something I had ever felt before! The dildo went much deeper in me than my husband and rub my clitoris was the true madness. I think I had my first small orgasm. As if it were a magic tool, I pulled out the dildo and let it fall, as it were red hot.
When my daughter again came into the bedroom, I was already asleep. The dildo was, as to me the next day with a smile, reported spread still between my legs. Of the night changed my life. At the end of the week Doris bought me the same rubber penis and after a few fixes we did finally both together side by side on our beds. Even after it first happened, I had taken my fear of nudity, at least from my daughter. I'm not saying that I then felt for a really comfortable to walk around naked in front of her, but at least I could now.
We played every night with our toys and one evening I was shocked because I just stroked with closed eyes, as something was pushed into me. My daughter said I should just relax. If someone else will, as you yourself would be even more intense. And she was right. The question of whether mother and daughter do such a thing together should or must, I did not think there.
had little devil in me thus obtained gradually the rule over angels. And not only I was changing, but also my relationship with my daughter. After I had satisfied the first time with the dildo, we made it hardly alone together. She did it with me and then I returned the favor me with her. It was a little funny, in such a sexual way with a woman to be together. Moreover, with his own daughter. When she was a baby or a child, I wiped her butt and her womb and washed. Now she was an adult and I investigated again with the same regions. Except that lay between them almost 30 years.
And now it was different than before, very sexual! A few nights later, Doris has kissed me the first time down there. Again, a totally new experience for me. Oral sex although I had once read in newspapers, but I can never really imagine that this should be pleasant and the fact that someone could make "voluntary". Doris made it and they It was also voluntary. She had me with my dildo, I write it now simply, fucked and suddenly I felt her tongue on my clit. This was another step towards my liberation, I might say today. I initially thought that there was no higher orders than to irritate the clitoris with your fingers and so bring the high point, I now had to recalibrate again.
The time that Doris spent with her face between my legs came to me like hours and the orgasms that she gave me such endless fireworks. I could not understand how my husband had these feelings can withheld. With him I was not even come even close to a climax. It had never felt really uncomfortable, but it was miles from away from what I learned now what I felt.
At the end of this week Doris confessed to me that she had always had fantasies that preoccupied with incest. There were always "just" fantasies and she had been, except for a few more or less innocent games with her brother, never thought that once could be a reality. That evening, we sat in the living room, a bottle of red wine were opened, and watched "The fact that bets", I was the first time really aware that what we were doing, Incest actually was. A mother had sex with her daughter. If someone in a quiz or something, would spontaneously mentioned the concept, I would be off the cuff only children and abuse occurred. But there were other incest, I understand.
We talked long about it. Even on the games, which had completely unnoticed by me and my husband happened between her and her little brother as they grew up. And to my surprise it caused me to listen to Doris, she was talking about it. It started, when Doris was 13 or 14. So Karl-Heinz had at that time have been 8 or 9. If I had noticed it then, I think I would become hysterical. And my husband had taken out with certainty the cane. Accordingly, careful to have both.
As for me, but brought in far more trouble was that Doris told me that Karl-Heinz, when he was 13 or 14, had developed a very strong affection for me. And that not of a pure mother-son relationship, but, as she said, in sexual terms. If the two have cuddled together, I'll call it so, he raved about me and probably more often as he liked, what they did two together would make me.
I should perhaps declare that the two have never really slept together. It had always to look to stroke and later restricted oral sex. With one exception, which had happened at the wedding of Karl-Heinz, but to perhaps even later. The theme of incest
me very busy from then on. First, because I still had some problems with my conscience. In fact, complete nonsense, because Doris was not a little girl anymore and she knew very well what they did and what she wanted. Still, I could not get rid of these thoughts. Then it was added that Doris told me that her son Benjamin, my grandson, then, behind her after spying. Thomas (my son) had already caught him as he rummaged through her underwear, and even as he through the keyhole of the bathroom door looked as his mother was in the shower. But Doris laughed and said that the sound for a 13-year-old boy probably would be completely normal. And that would make it therefor no special thought. On the contrary, they gave me over that they sometimes even excited, so imagine something. Especially if they satisfied themselves.
As for me then, barely 3 weeks after Walter's funeral, something calm had returned and my life was replayed to some extent, approached also the time that Doris would go back to her family. They agreed with Thomas, her husband, that he on the following Saturday would pick up. A bit of me lying on the stomach that already. to be alone again, would still a huge transition. I had been in fact never lived alone.
Friday afternoon, went shopping just as betrayed, Doris me that Thomas would not come until the next day, but already the same evening. When she saw that I was sad because I assumed that they now just go back earlier would. I got it red because I had been hoping to spend even a farewell night with her. She took me in his arms and comforted me, they would, as planned, take only the next day. Thomas would only come earlier and Night stay. Really could not comfort me, however.
Continuing to write tomorrow or the day after.
Much love to your family, especially on Maik.
Hanne
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