Capítulo 3193: QUARANTINE SEX ED
As the quarantine extended month after month, and as the casualties mounted, my step-Mom told me that it couldn't be put off any more, and that it was time for my homeschooling sex ed. As an 18-year old guy I was horny almost all of the time, but my step-Mom's strict moral views (my birth mother had died when I was very young) meant that she previously had told me that it was a sin for me to touch myself, and I had pretty much obeyed her. I admit that's partly because because the few times I'd tried to masturbate I didn't know that you needed lotion or vaseline. It actually hurt a bit when I tried, which stopped me. But a lot of it was that I had absorbed my step-Mom's Laura's rules and views (although I always just called her "Mom"), and so I didn't even try. My father somewhat shared her views, but not entirely. He had been traveling in Italy when the crisis hit, got sick, and had passed away in an Italian hospital.
All of this drove my Mom kinda crazy with grief and everything else. But we were safe in our house she told me, since we had maybe a couple of months of food and supplies stocked up in our basement, and we got supplies delivered to us as needed. And so we almost never left the house, and we were together with each other most of the time.
It started one night when my Mom knocked on my bedroom door to give me my usual tuck-in and good night kiss. I was already in my pajamas and in bed when she came in. I'd always thought my Mom was beautiful in a natural way. She has curly dark hair, just starting to go grey, medium height and medium build, with a shapely figure. Her face is pretty, and lightly freckled, and she rarely wears make-up. She's now 40, and so she has a few wrinkles, but looks a few years younger than her age.
"Honey," Mom said, as she came into my room and sat on the edge of my bed. Suddenly I noticed that she had a small plastic jar of vaseline in one of her hands, which she lightly put down on my side table. She continued, "I need to tell you something that your father said in the last conversation I had with him."
"Okay," I said, wondering what it might be in a worried way. I sat up in bed, adjusting my pillows.
"Your Dad said, God bless him, that he really felt that we had sheltered you way too much. And I admit that was more my doing than your Dad's. But he always felt that once you got off to college you'd get the education you needed about....about sexual things. But now that college has been put off for at least a semester, it's really time."
"Time?" I said, not sure where this was going.
"Yes, your father and I agreed that when you turned 18 it was time to relax the rules, and begin your sex education at home. And so I'm going to give you some sex education lessons, starting tonight. First though, do you have any questions or concerns about your body, sex, or anything else?"
I couldn't believe what Mom was saying. But actually there was something that had been worrying me for years. I thought something was wrong with my penis, because when it got hard it stood almost straight up. I somehow thought an erection was supposed to go out rather than up. I'd been home schooled, and Mom was so strict with parental controls on the internet, and other things to protect me from being exposed to much of anything when it came to sex, that I was really lost in the dark. I'd actually been wanting to ask her about this for a couple of years, but hadn't yet gotten up the courage.
"Actually, there is something Mom. I think there's something wrong with my penis. I think I might have a birth defect or something."
Mom looked taken aback, and said, "I don't think so, honey. I'm almost sure that's not true. What do you mean?"
I blushed and said, "It's not when I'm...um...soft that you can see it. It's only when I...I...."
My Mom sensed that I couldn't seems get the words out, and so she said: "Do you mean when your penis gets hard, honey?"
"Yes," I said, looking down and feeling ashamed.
"I'm almost sure your penis is normal, Nick," my Mom said, but my fear suddenly had gotten to her, and she looked worried.
And then she suddenly added, "But the only way to be sure is for me to look."
"What?" I said, not believing what I was hearing.
My Mom went on, saying, "Normally you'd go to a doctor, but with them saying that only necessary cases should be brought in, and this infection endangering people's lives....What it comes down to is that I should just look at your penis myself."
"You want to look at my penis?" I said, feeling somewhat horrified, but in spite of myself also slightly turned on.
"Yes, sweetie. Don't make a big deal out of it. Just get out of bed and stand up, and let me take a look at it and inspect it."
My Mom got up so that I could get up too.
Clearly this was something that I couldn't delay or talk her out of. And so I got out of bed and stood close to her in my pajamas, not sure what to do.
To my surprise, my Mom got down on her knees in front of me, and said, "Let me get get a look at what the problem might be. I'm almost sure it's nothing, but I'll take a thorough look."
And then, without asking permission, my Mom untied my pajamas and pulled them down to the floor to my ankles, leaving me just in my underwear.
I couldn't believe my Mom was about to look at the most intimate and private part of my body. And so I put my hand over my crotch to try to stop her, especially because I sensed that my manhood was already starting to grow. Stalling for time, I said, "Mom, is it right for you to examine my penis?"
My Mom sighed, and said, "It wouldn't be in normal times, honey. But your Dad is dead. A lot the world is quarantined. And no way am I going to send you to a doctor with all the risks there. You just need to let me examine your genitals. And we're going to need to do that for your home Sex Ed anyway."
And then, as I could feel my penis getting slowly larger, she started moving my hand aside. I resisted at first, but Mom said sharply, "obey your Mother," and then increased her pressure and firmly moved my hand to my side.
Then she took ahold of and gently pulled out the elastic on the black Calvin Klein underwear that she always got for me. Oh my god, I thought, my Mom's face is going to be right next to my bare privates in only a second or two. And then she lowered my underwear—and suddenly my already semi-erect cock popped out at her, touching her right cheek near her mouth.
Mom looked shocked that her son's warm and circumcised penis was now touching her face. She moved back a couple of inches while staring at it, so that it was no longer touching her. But her son's somewhat swollen cock was still very close to her.
She said, looking at my penis and smiling nervously, "Oh honey, I can see you're already getting a little bit hard, sweetie, which I didn't expect."
And then she laughed nervously, adding, "But that's normal, especially with an 18-year old when the subject of sex is brought up. I should have thought of that. But let me look at your penis more closely."
I was speechless as, again without asking permission, she reached out her delicate and slightly cool fingers and held onto my penis with both of her hands. She first looked at one side of it, and then the other. But as she held my cock in her hands and I felt my Mom's touch, and even felt her breathing on it, I sensed my blood pumping into it. I briefly prayed for it to stop, but soon my penis was visibly throbbing and growing in her hands.
My Mom seemed almost paralyzed as this was happening. She just said as she held onto my growing penis, "Oh my!" as it started pumping up with little jerks in her fingers into a full erection. When she first put her hands on my cock it was about four inches long, but soon it was five inches, then six, and then six and half (I'd measured it) and thick and fully erect, with a large head. She continued to hold onto my throbbing and pulsing member as it saluted her, widening her eyes and her mouth with wonder. And I couldn't even seem to apologize as I looked on with embarrassment.
"Oh my," Mom said again, as she still held onto my now rock-hard erection. She was staring at my almost purple-red cock head that was right in front of her face. Soon a tiny bit of clear pre-cum started leaking out of the top of my head, and my Mom was staring at that as it oozed.
"See," I said nervously, "I think it might be abnormal because of how it stands up like that."
I was truly worried—and also very embarrassed.
"Oh honey, your penis, your erection, is perfectly normal," My Mom said, breathing a little bit heavily, and then finally taking her hands carefully off of my hard penis, and saying as she still stared at it as it throbbed in front of her, "I think for most young men it stands up like yours does. Your father's certainly did, although his was smaller than yours and didn't stand up as high. Your erection is actually a bit bigger than the average man's, but completely normal."
"But what about that clear stuff at the top. Is that normal too?"
"Oh yes, honey. Almost all teenagers and men in their 20s have that. It's just a natural sign that you are sexually excited."
Then she blushed, and added, "It's called pre-cum, because it's what happens before you have an orgasm, or, um, cum."
At that moment a little of my clear pre-cum looked like it was about to drip off of my cock head, and my Mom staring at this suddenly said, "Let me just get a tissue for that."
She got a Kleenex from the box by the side of the bed and delicately dabbed it on the top of my erection.
"This gets into another reason why we need to have these lessons, because at night you often have....well, honey, as you know you, you have a lot of wet dreams."
I blushed. I knew what she meant, but all I said was, "Wet dreams?"
"Yes, Nick. You know, when you have a sexual dream, a fantasy dream, like maybe of your erect penis being inside of a woman's vagina. Well, at that moment you'll have an orgasm—and your sperm will come out of the head of your penis, right here."
And with this she gently touched the still-moist little whole on the head of my still throbbing erection, and then went on, saying, "Often, honey, your sheets are stained with your sperm from your wet dreams. It's not your fault, but one of us has to wash your sheets almost every day. And then I also buy new sheets every month or two, because the stains sometimes don't come out. I asked your father about this, and he said he only had wet dreams a few times a year because he, well, he masturbated almost every night right before he went to bed. And this meant that almost all his sperm went into his Kleenex, and then into his trashcan, instead of onto his sheets."
"Dad masturbated?" I said, amazed.
Mom sighed, and said, "Yes dear. He was always against me being so strict with you about that, and in our last conversation he made me promise to teach you all about it, and teach you that it was okay—and so, well, here we are, with your Mommy touching and looking at your penis."
She gave a little nervous laugh, and then went on, saying, "But a promise is a promise. And so now let me show you why I brought the jar of Vaseline into the room."
I watched as Mom stood up and picked up the little jar of Vaseline, opened it, and put some of it on her finger.
As Mom looked at me watching her doing this, she said, "Your father gave me very specific directions, even though he was delirious at the time. Anyway, I'm going to show you how to masturbate."
"But you always told me that touching myself there was a sin!" I said stubbornly, repeating her teachings.
"I know I did," Mom said with a sigh, "And your father thought you'd say that. But at least this first time I'm going to show you, and so you won't be you touching yourself. I'm going to be doing it."
"You?" I said, knowing this was wrong on some level. But I was really naive and confused.
"Yes, sweetie," Mom smiled comfortingly, and added, "I've already touched your penis just now. This will just be me touching it a bit more, that's all. Here, let me show you."
Mom knelt down on her knees in front of my erection again, and started dabbing the small blob of vaseline on her finger all over my member, gently smearing it on.
"See all you do," she said, matter-of-factly, "is put the right amount of Vaseline or lotion on your hard on whenever you need it—not too little and not too much for just the right amount of friction—and then you massage your penis. You can do this at night right before you go to sleep, in the morning, or even in the middle of the day."
"Any time?" I asked, not quite believing what she was saying.
"Well, any time that you have privacy, or if it's just you and me. And, of course, you can't let this get in the way of your chores or your homework. But your father thought this might make you less distracted actually. Okay, enough talk. Let's see if this feels good."
With that said, she took hold of her son's hard on with her right hand . She grasped my shaft gently but firmly, and then started slowly rubbing it up and down.
"Oh!" I gasped, amazed at how good it felt to have my Mom massaging me.
Mom smiled and said, "Does that feel good, honey?"
"Yes, Mom, that feels good," I said, and I started to breathe a little more heavily. And then I asked, truthfully not knowing the answers, "What's going to happen? Am I supposed to think about something?"
Mom was a little flushed, and even I could tell she seemed to be getting a bit excited herself as she was holding and massaging my almost rock-hard manhood. But she tried to keep it casual, and said, "Oh, I'm just going to keep rubbing you, first slowly, and then eventually getting faster. And yes, straight men usually think about women when they do this. They might think about the breasts of a woman they are attracted to, or they might think about being inside of a woman's vagina. Or they might even think about putting their erection inside of a woman's mouth."
"What?" I said, stopping her.
I literally put my hand on her hand and stopped her, and then I said, "That doesn't really happen, does it? I don't think that a woman would ever have a man's penis in her mouth. Why would they do that?"
My Mom stopped rubbing me, and flushed even deeper with embarrassment—as well as seemingly shame at her own past "moral" teachings.
"Oh, your father was right!" My Mom said in an almost despairing voice, seemingly like she was going to cry, "I've damaged you in the way I've brought you up. But yes, honey, many women will 'service a man,' by putting his erection into their mouth, and then...kissing it, licking it, and nursing on it. I did that for your Daddy sometimes."
I was astonished, and said, "You did?" and then added, "But why?"
"Well, honey, he liked it. And I liked it," My Mom said, and then she let go of my penis. She was clearly getting uncomfortable, and sad.
But she forced herself to go on, saying while looking down, "Actually, I liked it very much. And I miss it. I liked it so much that sometimes I'd beg your father to let me do that. I'd beg him to put his erection into my mouth, honey, because it felt good for him—and for me. His erection showed me how much he desired me, and I could feel that on my tongue, and in my mouth. Sexuality is very complicated. And I know that for someone like you who is new to it, especially with your upbringing—which is all my fault—that this would seem strange."
At this point I was so confused and so innocent, believe it or not, that my erection was wilting. I'd been so sheltered that at that moment all of this was a somewhat disturbing to me. And there was something else that was bothering me too.
I asked, "Mom, why is it that I'm completely naked in front of you, but you have all of your clothes on in front of me? That doesn't seem fair," I said, as my erection continued to wilt.
She'd agreed that it wasn't fair, and tearfully admitted that she'd messed up some of my upbringing. I was wondering if she was doing that again now. But I also confess I wanted to see what she looked like naked. And I really didn't think it was fair. Here she was looking at and touching her son's penis, while she was completely clothed. Why?
She continued crying a little, and said, "Oh honey, this situation is so messed up, but you're probably right."
She looked with distress at my wilted cock, and still crying a little and wiping her eyes added, "I'm just so confused with all of this craziness in the world, and now your erection has gone away too. But your father said 'don't give up,' and I won't. And you're right honey, fair is fair."
By this point my penis hanging down between my legs.
My Mom stood up, and then wiped her eyes again. And then to my surprise she started unbuttoning her white blouse, soon revealing a lacy white bra beneath.
She smiled at me, and while she kept unbuttoning said, "And, after all, I was going to give you a lesson in female anatomy anyway. I was maybe going to do it with pictures, but I had also thought of another way...."
She removed her blouse, and then dropped it to the floor. I stared at the cleavage of her medium-sized breasts swelling out of her bra.
She smiled more warmly as she saw me staring with wonder and longing at the tops of her swelling breasts, and then she said, "As you say, it's only fair. But really, I'm only doing this because of this crisis, and because of what your father made me promise. But you must promise never to tell a soul about these lessons. Do you promise?"
"I promise, Mom," I said, wondering what would happen next.
"I know you'll keep this secret, Nick. You're a good boy. Okay, I'm going to show you my breasts now, to show you what a woman's breasts look like."
And with that she unhooked her bra from the front, and dropped it to the floor, revealing larger breasts than I imagined she had somehow, although still somewhat perky, with almost pencil eraser-like nipples.
"Well, what do you think?" She said, seeming almost shy—and yet at the same time looking confident, because I think she knew she had good-looking breasts.
She slowly massaged her breasts from underneath with her hands, and then cupped them and held them up a little.
As I stared at my Mom holding her medium-generous breasts, I felt my penis starting to get warm again.
"These pinkish-brown area around my nipples," Mom said, tracing with both of her index finger around her nipples, "are called areolas." I could see her nipples get a little harder as she was doing that.
She smiled as she looked down at my cock, which was clearly getting a little longer and less droopy, and then she said, "Well, I hope you like what a woman looks like without her undies. I'll teach you more specific terms in a bit, but for now you can just call it your Mommy's pussy."
She smiled a little mischievously, and said, "and just like a nice kitty cat my pussy is furry."
All I could do was stare at her white undies, which I now could now see had the triangular outline of her dark hair beneath.
She swiveled her hips slightly, and then slowly, and even seductively, started pulling down her undies, gradually revealing her dark triangle. I was mesmerized—and surprised at how big her pussy was when it was all the way revealed.
She then tried to step out of her undies, but it caught on her left foot, and so she gracefully lifted up her leg up almost like a ballerina to take it off, which spread her crotch so that her at first partially hidden lips in her hairy pussy opened for me for a couple of seconds—and I realized that I was seeing my Mother's vagina.
"Well, what do you think?" She said a little shyly, as she again gracefully put down her leg, and then tossed her undies to the floor. She had taken ballet long ago.As I stared at my Mom's privates, elemental things in my body and mind were unleashed, and my cock was already lengthening and thickening, and then it started pulsing as it reached straight out toward her, and then it started rapidly jerking upward, as if in salute.
"Uh," I involuntarily grunted, as I could feel my penis throbbing at the sight of my naked Mother.
I glanced down for a second, a little embarrassed as I saw at how quickly I was fully erect again, and throbbing with desire for Mom, which I realized wasn't right. And then I looked back at my Mother's slit, now partially hidden again in her hairy pussy.
I told her what I really thought, even though I realized it might damn me.
I said, "Your pussy is very beautiful, Mom. For me, Mommy, your vagina is the most beautiful thing in the world."
My Mom blushed, smiled, and then laughed in an almost musical way.
She then said, looking pleased rather than upset as she looked at my almost painfully stiff erection, "Well, sweetie, I know that you are telling the truth. And thank you for sharing how you feel about my body. You know how much I value honesty."
I blushed, and then said, "May I touch your pussy, Mom?"
She looked a little surprised, but said, "Well, I guess that's only fair since I touched your penis. Yes, sweetie, you can touch my pussy. I'm glad looking at it makes you so happy. And I think touching me there will make you happy too. You deserve some happiness after all you've been through. But again, this is our special secret. Don't tell a soul."
I nodded, and then came over and stood very close to her. And then I put my left hand about an inch from her pussy. I could feel her warmth, but hesitated to touch her. I wasn't sure how.
Mom laughed again, and said, "It's okay, Nick. You can touch my pussy. It won't bite! Just pet me there."
"I know," I said, laughing with her, and then I put my hand against Mom's pussy, and started then I touching and feeling gently with my fingers her warm, hairy, and slightly moist crotch. I was slowly petting Mom up and down there as I felt and explored her, and as I did I brushed gently against her fleshy bits that were sticking out, which made her tremble slightly.
"Yes, Nick, that's right. That feels nice. Do you like it?"
"Yes, Mom. Your pussy is very warm and soft. It feels so good to touch you there."
"Yes, sweetie," she said, encouragingly, "a woman's pussy is very warm and soft. And you can do even more than that if you want to. Let me show you."
With that she spread her legs a little more, and then put her hand over mine to guide me, and said, "If you want to, you can use your middle finger to gently go inside of me."
"Inside of you?" I said, wonderingly.
"Yes, sweetie, you can gently put your finger inside of a woman right here." She indicated the spot with a very light pressure as she positioned the tip of my middle finger at a place where she was moist.
She went on, "If you want to, sweetie, to help you for when you're married someday and have a wife, I'll help you put your finger inside of my vagina."
"Yes, please, Mommy," I said.
And so my Mom guided and pushed my middle finger inside of her cunt.
"Uh!" I involuntarily groaned as my finger felt her wet, warm, and silky insides, and then I said, a little breathlessly, "You feel so silky."
"Yes, sweetie," My Mom almost purred, "My pussy's a little wet right now. When men get excited they get hard, and women get excited they usually get moist and 'silky,' as you say. That's an important thing to learn."
She kept guiding me, and I kept slowly moving my finger in and out of my Mom's pussy, and now it was her turn to groan.
"Oh, baby, yes," she whispered in my ear, "You like Mommy's pussy, don't you?"
"Yes, Mom, I like it very much," I said in a whisper back, as I kept massaging and petting between her legs.
She started breathing more heavily, and said, "That's right, baby, keep touching me, sometimes inside, and then outside again. Go up now to my clitoris."
"Your clitoris?" I said, since only once before had I heard of that word, in my home schooling anatomy class from her several months ago.
"Yes, honey, let me show you," and with that she slowly and gently took my finger out of her vagina, and my hand off of her pussy. She then tenderly kissed the back of my hand that had just been touching her, and said, "You should kneel down in front of me now, sweetie, right close to my pussy, and I'll show you."
"OK Mom," I said, and dutifully knelt down right in front of her, with her privates now inches away.
I sensed a sweet and intoxicating scent, and I said, "You smell good, Mom."
Looking at me from above, my Mom blushed again, and then smiled down at me, saying, "Thank you, sweetie. You are certainly close to Mommy's pussy now, aren't you?"
She went on, saying, "I hope this doesn't shock you, but I'm going to show you some more. As you've already felt, a woman's pussy has hidden secrets, let me show you."
And saying that Mom used her fingers on each side to slowly spread and open her pussy a little for me.
I was suddenly looking at the moist opened flower of her womanhood.
She continued, almost as if it was a normal home school lesson that I'd had so many times over the years.
She said, "Lower down, sweetie, you can see the opening of my vagina, right there, where your finger was inside, and then on each side are my pussy lips, which are called labia."
She was pointing with a free index finger, while still using her other fingers to keep her pussy spread for me.
She went on, saying, "And right at the top, where my pussy lips meet—there, do you see? Let me push it out a little for you."
Using her fingers she pushed out her clitoris a little for me, which was a beautiful pink button.
"See that little bud at the top, that's my clitoris, which is very delicate and sensitive. When a woman is aroused, and you're getting intimate, and you've already excited a woman by petting her pussy, many women like it when you gently kiss them there, and then gently lick them there. But you should probably ask for permission first."
Without hesitating, in part because it was what I wanted, and in part because I thought it was what was expected of me, I said, "Mom, may I kiss and lick your clitoris?"
"Oh, honey, I didn't mean—," she said, and as I looked up at her I could see her—through her lovely swelling breasts.
But then she said, "Do you want to kiss your Mommy there, honey?"
"Yes, Mom," I said.
"Okay, sweetie," Mom said.
I was already so close to my Mom's pussy, still slightly spread with her fingers, that just by leaning forward a few inches, which I then did, my mouth gently made contact with her clitoris, and my face was gently pressed against her warm, hairy, and moist pussy. I very gently and sensitively kissed and then licked her there, and then a few seconds later I almost involuntarily gently nuzzled my face into her privates, inhaling again her heavenly scent.
"Oh baby, that's very nice. Oh sweetie," My Mom said.
And then she kind of groaned and purred as gently I licked her pussy lips, and then kissed and licked her clitoris again.
As I kept going, a minute later she whispered more intensely, and groaned a little, saying, "Oh, yes. Sweetie. You like Mommy's pussy so much, don't you?"
I knew, of course, that I was now on some level having sex with my Mom. But part of me was still a bit in denial. I actually had been thinking at first that maybe I'd just kiss and lick her for several seconds there, but her reaction was so intense that I wanted to keep pleasing her. And as she said, I liked her pussy—actually, I loved her pussy. And so I kept gently licking and slightly nuzzling her crotch, which she kept spread for me with one hand.
With her other hand she was now holding the back of my head, stroking my hair, and gently pressing my face against her crotch. Her legs, and even her whole body were starting to tremble a little. I could feel what seemed like a wave rapidly building up inside of her.
And meanwhile she kept encouraging me, saying quietly in a sing-song voice, almost like a prayer, "Oh, oh, oh. Yes, sweetie. Yes. Good boy. You are such a, a—oh, good boy! Keep going. Keep going! Keep going! oh. Now stick your finger in my cunt, honey—in my vagina—like I showed you before. But keep licking me. Keep eating me."
I did as she said, and gently put a finger into her wet vagina, going back and forth, and in and out, while still licking her clit, but now more urgently and faster, as she was using her hand on the back of my head to press my face against her pussy more firmly. In a couple of minutes this sent her to a new level of trembling and moaning, and even writhing. It felt like the wave was already about to break.
"Oh god, baby," She almost moaned, "You're such a good boy. You love my pussy so much. You love Mommy's pussy so much, don't you, baby? Oh Nick, you're eating Mommy's cunt—oh god! OH GOD! UHH! Uhh! Ohhhh! ohhhh. uh. oh. oh. oh."
I could feel the wave of her orgasm break against me, and as it shuddered through her she then held my head with both of her hands firmly against her pussy for almost a minute.
She then released me as the last of her "ohs" was dying away, and I gently pulled away, rather breathless myself. My face was somewhat moist from Mom's juices and my licking. I had Mom's scent on me.
"Oh baby, sweetie," My Mom said, still trembling a bit, "Let me help you up to your feet."
As I got up, she said, breathing a bit heavily still, "That went...much farther and faster than I thought...it would. I didn't really intend...for all of that to happen...but you seemed to want to keep kissing and licking my pussy so much. You seemed to want my pussy so much."
"Yes, Mom," I said, "I did. Thank you, Mommy."
"Thank you, sweetie. As I'm sure you could tell, you gave your Mom an orgasm, honey."
"I thought I did," I said, a little shyly but also proudly, and then added, "But I wasn't sure."
"Oh you definitely did, sweetie," She said, and then she gave me a hug, pressing her soft breasts against my chest, which felt wonderful.
"So thank you again," she went on as we hugged, and her bare breasts were against me, and my erection was pressed against her pussy and her tummy, "It's been a very long time since a man has been so good to me. I can't even remember when. Sorry if I said some silly things while you were doing that for me, but that's something that sometimes happens when things gets intense sexually. You need to accept that and embrace it. Oh, you smell like my pussy, honey! Are you okay with what just happened?"
"I think so, Mom," I said, pulling away a little.
But really I was a little worried, and added, "was that right for me to do that, for us to do that, even during a quarantine?"
Mom sighed as she let go of me and sat down the bed, suddenly seemed a little dejected, "I don't know, honey. I really don't know. I know it was educational for you, and very pleasurable for me. But I guess it was also sinful and wrong, even in this situation. I just don't know."
She then sat me down on the bed and sat there next to me. My erection was still sticking up between my legs.
Mom laughed again her musical laugh as she looked at my hard on, and then said, "This all started with just a simple masturbation lesson, but I still haven't taken care of your needs, or taught you about that. Let's do that at least, and then we can worry about what it all means later."
Although I was worried about it, I certainly wasn't going to stop her, and so I said helpfully, "Do we need more vaseline?"
"No, honey," Mom said, and looked into my eyes and smiled. She seemed happy again.
"I would like to do for you what you just did for me, and I'll just start by kissing you."
And with that she leaned over and kissed me on the mouth. I didn't know about French kissing yet, and so it was just a sensual regular kiss.
When it was over I said, "But—"
"Shhh," she said, with an upheld index finger against her lips, and then she got down on the ground yet again in front of my penis, although this time I was sitting on the bed.
"I'm just going to start by kissing and licking your penis, okay, honey?"
"Okay, Mom," I said, starting to tremble slightly myself.
She looked up at me as she tenderly held my penis, and then she started kissing and licking my erection, starting lower down and going up to my head.
"Okay, honey, now I'm going to put your penis in my mouth. First I'll put your cock head in and nurse on it, and then I'll put some more in my mouth, and then for a few seconds I'm going to do a very special thing that only some women can do. I'm going to swallow your whole erection all the way into my throat."
"What?" I said, not only confused but worried. And then I said, "Shouldn't we have tissues ready for when my sperm comes out."
My Mom smiled, and said, "Sweetie, often when a woman really loves a man, she'll just let his sperm shoot into her mouth. And then, as part of her service for him, and so as not to make a mess, she will taste and then swallow all of her man's sperm. It tastes kind of funny, but actually it's nutritious and good for you. And so if it's okay with you, Mommy's going to taste and swallow her baby's sperm that you've made right there in your ball sack for me."
As she said the last part, she gently touched my balls.
"Made for you?" I said, wondering how much she knew.
"Honey, tell me the truth," my Mom then said, "When you have your wet dreams at night, or even when you are having forbidden thoughts during the day, who is the woman you are usually fantasizing about, and dreaming about."
"Do you really want me to tell you the truth?" I said, feeling guilt-ridden.
"Yes, baby," My Mom said, looking up at me.
"It's often you, Mom. In my dreams I sometimes come into the bathroom and see you naked. But you're much more beautiful than in my dreams. I'm sorry, Mom."
"It's alright, sweetie, and in fact it's partly my fault. But for now let's forget all that guilt and worry, and just let Mommy hold your penis in her mouth. And, like I did with you—holding your head with my hands and pressing you against me—you can do that with me if you want. Some men like to stand up when their erection is in a woman's mouth. For some men, like happens in intercourse as they are moving and thrusting into a woman's vagina, they like to move and thrust their penis into a woman's mouth a little. If you feel like doing that, it's okay. I think I can handle it."
"Okay, Mom, but I don't—"
Before I could finish my thought, she had put my cock head into her mouth, and was nursing on it.
"Oh god!" I gasped, as I felt the pleasure of my Mom's tongue and mouth on my erection.
But after half a minute she stopped, took my penis out of her mouth, which was now a little slobbery, and said, "Sweetie, if you feel like it while I'm sucking on your cock, you can sometimes call me by my name—Laura. I'd like that, honey. But you can also just call me Mom or Mommy if you like. And for some reason I like it when I'm servicing a man's cock this way if sometimes he tells me that I'm a 'good girl.' Would you try to do that for me, honey?"
"Yes, Mom—Laura," I said, and added, "What you're doing feels so good, Laura."
Mom/Laura winked at me, and said, "I thought you'd like it. And that was just the beginning."
She immediately put my cock back in her mouth and started sucking on me again, but this time she moved her mouth back and forth, and so that sometimes about half of my cock was in her mouth, and she did this for a couple of minutes.
"Oh Laura," I gasped, "You're so pretty. You're such a good girl! Oh. Keep sucking on my cock, Mom. It's feels so good."
Then, as she'd warned me, for a few seconds Mom suddenly swallowed my whole erection, somehow putting her mouth all the way down to the base of my hard on. My entire manhood was in Mom/Laura's mouth and throat, with my cock head held especially tightly in her throat.
"Ahhhhhh!" I gasped, not believing what I was feeling and seeing. And then not long after it started it was over, as she went back to just holding the head of my cock in her mouth.
"Laura," I gasped, "I want to stand up. Let me hold you. Let me—"
I was feeling a desire like I couldn't have imagined before to thrust into my Mother's mouth for a little while. I stood up and, holding my Mom's head, started thrusting my erect penis part way back and forth in her mouth.
"Good girl!" I remembered to say, as I fucked my Mom's mouth for about a minute. I could soon already feel an infinite jeweled pleasure suddenly build up and simultaneously begin its release into her mouth.
"Oh Mommy, it's happening, it's happening," I gasped, as I saw her mouth and eyes bulge a little as I was already shooting my sperm into her mouth in great spurts. The pleasure for me was overwhelming.
"Uhhh! Uhh! Uhh! Good girl!" I gasped and spasmed as I was orgasming into my Mom's mouth, still holding her head a little.
"Oh Laura, oh Laura, oh Mom, Are you okay?"
I slowly removed my penis from her mouth, although she kept her lips around it until the end, and then was clearly struggling a little to swallow my sperm.
She gasped a little once she'd swallowed it down, and then said, looking a little stunned, with her hair messy and some slobber and a little dribble of white sperm coming out of her mouth, "Baby... you had so much sperm...for Mommy...that I almost couldn't...swallow it down... But I did...Wow, honey...you became quite the assertive... man at the end...That was exciting and unexpected...You're a man with...strong desires...An assertive...sometimes powerful man...and yet tender...you made me cum first...you love my pussy...so much...your desire for me...is so strong...I've never felt...any man...love me quite like that."
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