Kapitel 913: LEARNING TO PLEASE
I knelt on the bed between the blonde's wide-spread legs, sliding my fingers in and out of her overflowing pussy.
"Oh, Brad," she moaned. "I'm coming! I'm coming again!" Her inner thighs gleamed with her juices.
"Good," I said softly. "That makes six times. Do you want to try for seven?" She nodded as my free hand rubbed her flat belly and then slid underneath her. With one thing and another, all of them highly delightful, it was almost another hour before I finally emptied my balls into that belly as she shuddered her way through her seventh and last orgasm.
"I've never met a man like you," she said as we lay side by side in the afterglow. "I've never been fucked like that before. You are amazing."
I didn't say anything, but it's not the first time I've heard something like that. I know how to treat a woman in bed, how to give her what she needs and wants. And why? Because I had the best possible teacher -- my mother.
My parents split up while I was attending the local college. My dad headed out for parts unknown, and it made sense for me to move in with my mother, to save on money and give her some company at the same time. How did I know what kind of company she really needed?
One afternoon, she asked me to come to her bedroom to open a balky window for her. As I was struggling with the sash, I noticed that she must have just taken a shower, because she smelled so nice: fresh and, well, womanly. I had had quite a few girlfriends by then, so I wasn't exactly a virgin, but none of the relationships had lasted beyond a few dates. Still, I was surprised at my reaction when, while she pushed on one end of the window while I heaved at the other, her bathrobe fell open. My cock went from soft to stone hard in an instant, and I couldn't seem to catch my breath.
"Do you like it?" said my mother. She let go of the window altogether and pulled the robe open far enough for me to see her large, heavy breasts. The dark nipples stood up and out, just begging for my mouth on them.
All I could do was to croak "I like it."
"Kiss them, then," my mother whispered, thrusting her chest in my direction. I was much taller than she was, and I knelt down in front of her to make it easy for both of us. She moaned softly as I kissed her right nipple. That moan grew louder as I kissed my way across to the left nipple, sucking on it gently. When my mouth returned to her right breast, working it hard as my hand grasped her left breast just below the nipple, the moans became outright groans mixed with panting.
The next thing I knew, I was on the bed with my mother. Her robe was on the floor and she was struggling with my clothes, with me helping as much as I could. I kept right on working her tits until she began to give me other instructions, which I followed to the letter.
"Squeeze my ass," she said, lifting herself off the bed just a bit. I slid my hands underneath her, and they squeezed her cheeks, separating them, then pressing them back together. Then she landed on the bed again and spread her legs for me so widely that one foot was at each corner. "Look at me, oh, look at me," she breathed, and I looked and touched too.
She was thrilled to show me each of her most intimate places. I nuzzled and kissed her outer lips, and then she helped me part them gently to see in the strong afternoon light the beautiful pink inner lips, the dark opening between them, and her clit standing straight up, a miniature version of the boner I was now dragging all over the bed. She even turned over to give me a look at her puckered asshole.
By this point, I was insane with desire for my mother. Fortunately, she knew what a young man needed most of all. "Mount me," she said, and I did. She grabbed my swollen cock with both hands, the first time she had touched it, and I nearly came right then. She lined it up perfectly with her weeping hole. "Fuck me," she said, and I did.
I became a man that day, sobbing and screaming between my mother's legs. Nothing that had happened with any girl had in any way prepared me for this. I shot my first load right up her cunt, and for the first time in my life I kept my hard-on instead of slipping out. As I fucked on, my mother ground herself against me harder and harder until she came too, her cunt throbbing around me and clutching me like she would never let me go, ever. That set off my second orgasm, which dumped almost as huge a load inside her as the first.
The day was by no means over. After cleaning herself up and me too, my mother gently taught me the ways of her clit. She let me experiment with my lips and tongue, guiding me in the right direction with just a word or two or a touch on my head toward her ultimate pleasure. I learned how to bring her to a quick climax, and how and when to prolong her arousal until she was begging and screaming, "Get me off! Make me come!"
As the last act of the day, she had me lie on my back, climbed on me, and rocked and rocked on my dick. For the first time she kissed me like a lover, tangling her tongue with mine until we were both out of breath. At last, she came in utter silence, and I felt her cunt muscles tighten around my shaft until I did the same. I fell into a short sleep, and when I awoke, I was all cleaned up again and she was gone.
I didn't spend every night in her bed by any means. But once, twice, or three times a week, I would come to her bedroom in the afternoon, the night, or the early morning for more instruction. We did everything. I fucked her with a dildo, and I buzzed her clit with a vibrator. The night I got my first blow job from her, I thought I had died and gone to heaven.
Her mouth was so hot, so hot, and tighter than any pussy I'd ever been in. She licked me slowly from base to tip and back, making sure I was good and wet. Then she spent a long time just bathing my scrotum in her warm spit. And all the while, her hands were moving. When her mouth was gently rubbing my balls together, she stroked my dick. When she was actually sucking my dick, she caressed my balls or my inner thighs, or pressed on the special spot between my scrotum and my asshole.
Eventually she stopped playing around with me and settled down to some serious sucking, and after that it wasn't very long at all before I screamed and blew my wad, pumping her mouth so full of my hot come that it oozed out the corners of her lips and down her chin. She swallowed every drop she had in her mouth itself, then scooped the excess up with one finger and licked it clean. When she was done, my balls felt like raisins. She cleaned me up lovingly with her tongue and lips, and pretty soon we were both ready for the next round of fucking.
It's not that I never had a date in those years. My mother encouraged me to go out, to see people, to play the field as much as I could. But it was she who taught me to control myself in bed, to give my twenty-something girlfriends the most satisfaction they'd ever had from any man. Why not? It wasn't like I didn't have plenty of sexual enthusiasm -- and jism -- left over for her.
Sometimes we'd talk about those dates, and my questions would spark a sexual lesson. Telling my mother about the girl who fingered my asshole as she blew me led to my mother fingering my asshole as she gave me an even hotter blow job. She pushed that finger right up inside me, stimulating my prostate to an extreme orgasm. Then I was fingering my mother's asshole, and very soon she was asking me in her hottest voice to replace my finger with my hard dick. I couldn't believe it. On her hands and knees on the bed, my mother was spreading her cheeks for me and begging me to fuck her ass. And when I began pumping, she played with her clit until she came right along with me.
One afternoon I was fucking her ass while she fucked herself with the same dildo I loved to use on her cunt. That was a switch. I could feel the hard penis replica rubbing against my flesh and blood dick in a very different rhythm, and it was easy for me to imagine that I was in a three-way with my mother and another man. Sometimes, she would suggest that we spend the day playing a game. Sometimes I was her doctor and had to give her a pelvic exam. Sometimes she dressed like a slut, went to a sleazy bar, and allowed me to pick her up and take her to "my" house for the night. On those occasions, she usually sucked me off as I drove the two of us home. Each time I learned something, some new way to please a woman's body, mind, or heart.
No woman I know has skills anything like my mother. And when I get compliments from women nowadays, I always remember just who taught me everything I know.
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