First off, Jack is taking a pass on this one.  He claims that his relationship with his mother didn’t affect his sex life in any conscious fashion and from what I know of it I would say that he is correct.  Additionally, Jack read the words “your mother” and “sex” in the same sentence and pretty much shut down.  So I’m all you get this week.

Growing up, sex wasn’t something that was really addressed in our household, certainly not by my parents.  Of course, my siblings and I knew that they were having sex.  Even if we couldn’t hear their bed frame moving late at night, there were eight of us so it was clear that there was nothing dysfunctional about their sexual relationship.  We just didn’t discuss it, or anything sexual, with them.  Also, my parents frequently took weekend trips in order to be alone.  We all knew that their alone time didn’t just involve quiet dinners and sleeping in.  But again, no one ever talked about it.

I don’t remember my mother and I having any sort of sex talk when I began dating.  I learned about sex from a variety of sources both reliable and otherwise including my friends, romance novels and porn, women’s magazines, and the limited sex ed program offered by the Catholic high school I attended.  In the days before the internet, it was pretty difficult for me, as a young woman raised in a religious household, to find unbiased, positive information about sex, specifically sexual pleasure.

One of the first times I can recall having a vaguely sexual discussion with my mother was shortly before Jack and I got married.  After we met with the priest who was going to marry us, my mother asked me what he had to say about the fact that Jack and I were living together.  He hadn’t mentioned it and we got the sense that it wasn’t a real concern of his.  Technically while Jack stayed with me when he was in town on the weekends, we were not living together before we got married.  We weren’t even living in the same area code.

My mother and I have a very close relationship today.  Since I’ve been married she comes off as much more sex-positive than I ever thought she was.  I’ve been able to talk freely with her about the importance of sex and intimacy in a relationship.  The one piece of advice she’s given me that has stood out more than any other is to make a conscious effort to continue to be intimate after having children.  It’s something that I’ve taken to heart, and in some ways it is part of the reason that Jack and I enjoy such an active sex life today.

– Jill

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Her Skype status read “In the mood…”

In the mood for what, exactly?  Love?  I knew the old standard, famously performed by “Alfalfa” Switzer in a Little Rascals short from the 1930s.  But I suspected that her status was not in reference to this.  In the mood for ice cream, perhaps?  Definitely appealing, but again, this was probably not what she craved.

I clicked on her name and began typing.

In the mood for ice cream?

She replied with a smiley face, and then the following:

You know what I’m in the mood for.

I smiled in spite of myself.  Want a show?

She wrote back quickly.  Yes, baby.  I was hoping you’d offer.

I clicked the “Video Call” button and in seconds I was looking at her beautiful brown eyes.  Admittedly I would have preferred to be gazing at her full breasts or her perfect ass, but I wasn’t complaining.  We had plenty of time.

She spoke first, a simple hello.  I returned the greeting, and we exchanged a moment’s worth of small talk, both of us making no attempt to hide the eagerness we felt.

“So,” she said before long, “Do you have something you’d like to show me?”

My cock bulged against the inside of my jeans.  I unbuckled my belt and opened my pants, setting it free.  As I dropped my jeans to the floor I stood up, revealing to her my throbbing member.

She licked her lips.  She sighed, purred even.  “You look delicious.”

I kicked off my jeans and sat back down in front of my laptop.  I began to stroke my hardness as I gazed at her.  I imagined taking off her top and nuzzling her breasts as I lowered my hand to part her damp petals.  I imagined slipping a finger inside of her while I caressed her clit with another.  And I would have imagined much more had she not interrupted.

“I like what you’re doing, baby,” she said, “but I can’t see.”

I tilted the screen of my laptop downward in the hopes of giving her a better angle.  As I did I realized that in doing so I would be unable to see whatever she might do.  I tilted it back up.

“How about if I stand?”  She nodded her approval of my suggestion and I rose from my chair even as she began to unbutton her blouse, revealing a silky black bra that could barely contain her assets.  I stroked faster, as though demonstrating my appreciation.  She caressed her breasts, eventually freeing them from their constraints.  As she rolled her hands over her hardening nipples I felt orgasm drawing near and I slowed down.

Her hands drifted down her body and out of frame.  It looked like she was trying to tuck one inside of her waistband.  Her arm began to move slowly, and there was no mistaking what she was doing.  “No fair!” I said.  “Now I can’t see!”

“Is this better?” she asked as she stood up.  She was naked from her waist down, her every inch a tantalizing pleasure.  Her fingers strummed her pussy, dancing erotically over her lips and her clit.  The sight inspired me to stroke faster than I had before, and I could see the edge approaching.  I wanted to slow down again.  But I watched as she began to work her fingers in and out, and I knew that it was too late.

My moans were loud, uncharacteristically so.  It was the sort of release I don’t always allow myself when I masturbate.  Sometimes I just can’t.  But she made it easy.  I came without concern or inhibition, erupting much like a volcano might.  The first bursts of my ejaculation arced high, fortunately missing my laptop.  I wondered how it looked on her end.

The rest of it ran down my hand and over my fingers, thick and sticky.  When my orgasm subsided and my noises ceased, I used a tissue to clean up as I caught my breath.

“Fucking hot!” she said with a smile as she sat down.  I could tell that she was still playing with her clit.

“So,” I said.  “What are you in the mood for, exactly?

“An orgasm!  It’s my turn now.”

She donned a black camisole, a matching garter belt, and stockings.  Once he had commenced his regular nighttime routine she slipped on a pair of high heels and stepped outside.

She sauntered to his bedroom door and turned the knob.  As expected, it was unlocked.

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Bonus: Tell us about your favourite scenario, real or fantasy, that involves some kind of clothing or fetish wear.
My favorite clothing-related fantasy scenario involves me removing the clothing of most of the sexy women who frequent our blog and interact with us on Twitter.

Jill’s Answers

1. What is your most favourite thing to wear that you have in your closet at the moment?
My favorite article of clothing in my closet is my sexy heels.  They are so comfortable and sexy, and versatile too!  I can wear them with a pair of slacks, a cocktail dress, or best of all my sexy lingerie!  I love the way they make my legs look.  The instant I put them on I feel sexy.

2. What is the one item of clothing that you have seen on one of your friends / workmates that you would steal for yourself if you had the chance?
My best friend has the cutest black cocktail dress.  I absolutely love it.  It is classically elegant, and it would look stunning with the heels I mentioned in my previous answer.

3. What is the one thing that your partner wears that never fails to turn you on. Why does it turn you on so much?
When Jack puts on a suit, all I can think of is “When can I rip it off of him?”  I mean, you have seen the suit porn, haven’t you?  That ass.  I just want to grab it.  I want to take my hands and pull his shirt off, popping off all the buttons one by one.  But shirts are expensive so I always unbutton it slowly and gently, and then I throw him on the bed and ride him hard and fast.  

4. What is the one thing you wear when you want to attract the attention of your partner or others?
A “titty shirt”, which is my name for any shirt that accentuates my cleavage.  Jack loves it, and most others seem to appreciate it too.

5. When you want to feel sexy what do you wear and why?
My aforementioned titty shirt, a short skirt, and heels.  Or else lingerie.

6. If you had unlimited funds but could only shop for one type of clothing (shoes, lingerie, fetish etc) what would it be?
Definitely dresses.  I love wearing them.  From the sundress to the cocktail dress to the formal gown, I love them all.

Bonus: Tell us about your favourite scenario, real or fantasy, that involves some kind of clothing or fetish wear.
See my answer to #3.

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-Jack

-Jill

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On average, do you feel like you have enough sex? Too much sex? Or an average amount of sex

(Submitted by Cougar in Training)

We found this to be a difficult question, and accordingly we gave it much thought.  We fully anticipated having different or even opposing answers but in the end we found that we were more or less in agreement.  We feel that we have the right amount of sex for us.

Note that we didn’t say that we have enough sex.  Given the nature of our respective sex drives, “enough sex” may not be a goal we can ever hope to reach.  And while we frequently joke that there’s no such thing as too much sex, we did ask each other while answering this question whether that might be the case.  As expected, it is not.  We have no idea how to gauge what is an average amount of sex for the typical couple or individual, but we strongly suspect that we have more sex than most.

We feel that we have more sex than we should probably expect given our circumstances.  We live in a small space with a toddler who dislikes sleep and is frequently underfoot.  We were warned by many of our friends and relatives that the sex would decrease – if not cease altogether – once we became parents.  Accordingly, we made a deliberate effort to maintain if not increase the amount of sex we were having before we had a child.  We think we’ve been pretty successful.

Would we be happier with more sex?  Undoubtedly.  Would we describe the amount of sex we’ve been having as “enough”?  Once again, probably not.  We would love to have more sex, and for that matter better sex, sex for longer periods of time, or more sex with multiple partners.  But given the limitations, especially the limitations of time and energy, both of which are increasingly scarce these days, we have no reason or right to complain.

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