I’d had a couple of wet dreams but I was just as clueless about those as well. I clearly remember the first time I had an orgasm. I was on my bed re...ding a James Bond book. As usual the picture of the naked girl on the cover had got me a little bit aroused. I was lying on my stomach and had reached a sex scene. My boner duly arrived. Without knowing why, I started to move my hips as I pressed down on the mattress. After a few moments I started to feel ‘funny’. Funny, but nice. Very nice. I. My Mum was a housewife at the time, my Dad was in the building trade. It all started, my love of nylon that is, with my Mum, when I was about 5 or 6 years old. Like a lot of housewives of that generation she liked to wear pretty feminine, clothes, even when doing domestic duties. I don't remember my Mum wearing trousers until many years later, it was almost always skirt’s, sometimes a dress for a posh do, during the 50’s and 60’s. I often played on the kitchen floor with my toy cars whilst she. ”Thank you Daddy” I gushed. “OK, take my boots off and remove my socks with your teeth then clean my sweaty feet with your tongue bitch” he said softly.I did as told. His feet smelled cheesy and dirt between his toes tasted salty. I licked and sucked his toes for what seemed like hours. My clit throbbed at being used like this, I loved it.Then I was lifted by the chin to look at the camera again. Was he filming me or was someone else watching?”Now remove your Masters trousers “ he ordered I. Through the glass, I could see her really scrubbing.I put some old gym shorts on and got out an outfit for Debby. Then I went down to put on some coffee and make some toast. I had finished and sat down in my lounger, when I heard Debby go into the kitchen. From the sounds, I could tell she, too, was dining on toast and coffee. Then she came into the den.“Can I get you anything else, sir?”I looked her over. The outfit I had selected determined her choice of words. She was dressed simply. Very.