This story happened about 25 years ago when I was courting my girlfriend (now wife) Dawn. We were both aged 21 and had been together about 2 years. Dawn was almost puritanical when it came to pre- marital sex, she was determined to be a virgin on her wedding night, so would not even allow me a feel of her tits. I had very little experience with previous girlfriends, certainly not of sex, and thought that I should feel frustrated, but I loved her dearly (and still do after more than 20 years of marriage) so decided I had to be patient. I had arranged to visit Dawn at her home one evening after work, so I duly turned up at 8.00 pm as arranged. Dawn wasn’t there, her mother explained that she had been asked to work late and, in those days when mobile phones were rare, she had been unable to contact me direct. Her mother, Sue, said Dawn would not be finishing until 10 o’clock, so would probably not be home until at least 10.30. She said that her husband, Don, had gone to the pub for his darts match, so she was there on her own, and would I like to keep her company. I had nothing else to do, so I agreed to stay and have a cup of tea with her. Sue went through to the kitchen to put the kettle on, and then disappeared upstairs, I assumed to take a pee, as I then heard the toilet flush. When she returned downstairs, she went to the kitchen to make the tea and then came through to the lounge. I was sitting on the settee, and she sat in what I took to be her usual armchair opposite me. We chatted about this and that and, after a while I noticed she was slowly allowing her knees to part. To start with, she did it only briefly and then closed her legs, but when she did it again, she opened her legs quite wide and I realised she was not wearing any panties, I could see all the way up to her hairy pussy. She then adjusted her hips slightly so her dress hitched up and I had a full view of her private parts. She just carried on talking as though nothing was amiss, but she must have seen the look on my face, and I was starting to feel uncomfortable in my trousers. She then just changed the subject and said she knew Dawn had very strong views about pre-marital sex and it worried her that our wedding night would be a disaster, she thought she should give me some coaching in the art of making love. “Oh look” she said “I’ve made you all unnecessary, you must let me help you with that”. She got up out of the chair, walked over to kneel at my feet and began unzipping my trousers. I was just so pleased to have my discomfort relieved, that I lifted my bum and allowed her to pull my trousers and pants down to me knees. “Oh that is a nice specimen” she said, “now, here is the first thing I can teach you how to control your erection”. With that, she grasped the end of my cock in her fist and squeezed gently, and my raging erection suddenly seemed to be under control. As she walked over to the settee, I noticed a pronounced wobble in her ample tits, and it occurred to me she was not wearing a bra, so I reached down to grasp one of her breasts, and was delighted to find she wasn’t. She rested back on her haunches, said “let me help you with that” and proceeded to undo several buttons at the top of her blouse. Wow, I thought, not only do I get to feel a woman holding my cock, but I get to maul her tits too. “Now” she said “not too rough, not until the lady is aroused. That’s better, you could try stimulating the nipples gently as I like that a lot”. She was gently wanking my cock, whist occasionally squeezing the end in her fist when she thought I was becoming too excited, and I was enjoying rubbing her tits, which eventually brought her nipples to attention. After a while, she said “I think we are going to need several training sessions to get you ready, but for now, I need to get this lovely specimen inside me”. She said we would need lots more training sessions on the art of undressing a lady, but for now, we would ‘cut to the chase’. We both stood up and started to strip off our clothes. Once we were naked, she turned us round so she sat on the settee first, and told me to kneel on the floor in front of her. She told me that, before entering a lady, I should make sure she was sufficiently wet first, as it could be painful if she was not sufficiently aroused. She opened her legs and invited me to explore her pussy with my fingers, which I did and I thought she was very wet. I had read porno stories about stimulating a lady’s private tarts with your tongue, so I decided to just lean in and try it. The effect on Sue was electric, she said “oh my God, oh my God” and she grabbed hold of my head to grind her pussy against her pussy. After a moment, she raised my head to ask “where did you learn to do that …… no matter, just fuck me”. I climbed up between her thighs and we just fucked. I didn’t last very long and I thought it would be a disappointment to her but, when I ejaculated inside her, she did get very excited. So that was my first ever fuck. There were lots more over the following few months, while Sue schooled me in the art of pleasuring a lady. It proved to be a roaring success, my wedding night with Dawn (when I discovered she was still a virgin) was wonderful for both of us. Dawn commented that I was such a skilful lover, I told her that I had been paying attention during the sex education lessons at school. Fast forward 25 years, we have been married for over 20 years, two children who we are both tremendously proud of, who are starting to make their way in the world. Sadly, my father in law, Don, died 3 years ago of lung cancer, I suspect something to do with spending time in smokey pubs. We live quite close to their house, so Dawn sends me round to her Mum’s to cut the grass from time to time, and do little bits of DIY. They say that, if you want to know what your wife will look like in 25 years’ time, look at her mother and, with that in mind, I have no fears about the future. Sue is now approaching 70 and is a fine looking woman for her age. Dawn has started to enter the menopause, rather early I would have thought, but I know there are many factors that can affect it. As often happens, she has lost interest in sex. I know that this may change once she is past this stage of her life, but there are no guarantees. A few weeks ago, Dawn told me her Mum was having trouble with a light fitting and would I go round there on Saturday morning to look at it. The problem was with a ceiling rose that looked as though it had become a bit loose and was partly pulled down from the ceiling. It didn’t take too long to re-fix it, ‘job done’. Sue asked if I would like to stay and have a chat with her, so I agreed to stop for a cuppa. We sat in the lounge, and I remember the situation there from 25 years before, although it was different furniture now. Sue said Dawn had told her she had now entered the menopause and sex had become ‘difficult’. I said that one of the things I remembered her teaching me 25 years ago was patience and consideration for one’s partner. “Now here’s the thing” Sue said, “I haven’t had sex since long before Don died, and I’m gagging for it …… so how do you feel about giving me a good seeing to”. I suppose I should have seen it coming, but it left me speechless for a moment. She didn’t wait for my reply, she got up and reached for my hand as we rushed upstairs. I told Sue that I wanted to remember all the things she had taught me 25 years ago, so she should allow me to take the lead. I slowly stripped her, exploring different parts of her body as I went. Apart from a few wrinkles and a little extra weight here and there, she felt just as she had 25 years ago. Along the way, she removed my clothes too, and I allowed her to give me a blow job, which she did so expertly, never allowing me to become too ‘over-heated’. I went down on her and gave her a proper seeing-to with my tongue, and she orgasmed repeatedly. When I fucked her it was with the knowledge that I could hold back as long as I needed so, in the end, she demanded repeatedly that I cum in her, which I did and I thought it was good for both of us. When I returned home an hour and a half later (well, we did have another cup of tea), Dawn asked if I had sorted Sue out and I noticed a slight smile on her face. During pillow talk on the Sunday morning, Dawn admitted that Sue had told her several years after our marriage about the special coaching I had received prior to our wedding. She decided it had been well worth it, as she still remembers our wedding night vividly. I still go round to Sue’s house most Saturday mornings as she always has some sort of DIY disaster to be sorted. The thing that sticks in my mind is ‘never underestimate the friendship between mother and daughter’.