That week-end, I went back to my parents' home. After the events of the previous days, this felt like normalcy. When my mother asked me if everything was going well with Mrs Regnault, I blushed and had trouble answering — had she heard about something? (In retrospect, this was rather silly — how could she have known?) My mother looked at me quizzically and started asking questions. I realized that she feared that I was displeasing Mrs Regnault by being unkempt or not otherwise abiding by the rules of the house. I relaxed — and assured my mother that yes I did everything as Mrs Regnault said.

That night, I masturbated, touching my anus with my other hand.

Coming back to Mrs Regnault's house on Sunday evening, I wondered what she had in store for me. Dinner was uneventful. "I'll see you in your bedroom", she said.

I recalled her instructions from Friday evening: go to the toilet and wash "below" on the bidet, and so I did. Clad in pajamas, I nervously waited for her while attempting to read a manual on commercial law.

A knock on the door. "You may come in". Mrs Regnault was wearing a night-gown. She sat on my bed, kissed me on the cheek and started rubbing my chest.

"So how is my favorite young man?"

I was doing very well. Had I been a cat, I would have purred. She kissed me on the mouth. I had never done that and it felt very nice.

Mrs Regnault then removed her nightgown. I had already seen her naked — this is what started all this story, after all — but only for a couple seconds and from a distance. Here, I could see up close. She showed signs of age, but that did not bother me, it even felt nice and reassuring.

Mrs Regnault kissed me on the lips again, then held my head on her bosom. "Kiss my nipples", she said, and I did. I even started to suck them; her reactions showed she approved of my initiative.

Her hands moved on me. She petted my bottom, or at least the parts thereof that she could reach. I reciprocated, pettying her bosom and her hips. She turned herself so that I could reach her buttocks.

She giggled a bit: "so you're learning".

After a little while of that, she asked me to kneel on the bedside rug. Then, she lay on her back, her bottom close to the edge, spread her legs and told me to look.

I had never seen a vulva, except for quick sights of the slit of little girls, and that was years ago anyway. I realize that this may be difficult to understand for the younger generations, who can access pictures of anything online, but back in those days information about sexuality or even genital anatomy was hard to access; you could at best see drawings in medical books. Thus, it was not only with sexual excitement but also with plain curiosity that I looked between Mrs Regnault's thighs.

With her finger, she showed me some points of interest. "These are my labia majora.. these are the labia minora, they are sensitive.. everything in between is fragile.. This is the clitoris, very sensitive... And this is the entrance to my vagina..". She used precise anatomical vocabulary, as becoming for a former nurse and widow of a professor of medicine.

"Now kiss it."

Call me naive, but I had never heard of something like this! I kissed her on her vulva. She had me cover all the area with kisses, then told me to use my tongue and directed me about the proper way of doing it: mostly on the clitoris, but also elsewhere, and even in the vagina entrance...

The task was exciting and even exhilarating. After a while, she shook, and pushed my head away from her crotch.

"Come on the bed, close to me", she said after regaining her breath.

I understood that I had made her experience an orgasm, just like she had me ejaculate the other day. She hugged me and held me close. Then, her hand wandered to my penis. She started stroking it...

With all this excitement, I did not need much stimulation before ejaculating.