章 3870: SHOW ME HOW
My grandmother bequeathed me her nice little two bedroom home in a suburb of Raleigh. I couldn't get out of Charlotte fast enough. I had only been out of college for a year and had been lucky enough to land a spot upon graduation in a very large bank's management program. I had no trouble getting a transfer to a location that would allow me to live in grandma's old house and commute to work.
Things were starting to get hectic in my family's home in Charlotte. My father was in charge of the finances for one of the largest mega-churches in the south. A few months after I graduated college, men from the state's Attorney General's Office and the FBI started calling, paying visits to the church and even our home. It seems as if the pastor had been cooking the books, with my father's full cooperation. When my grandma passed and I was given the house, my dad insisted I sell it for the money and stay in Charlotte. My mother took me aside and said if I wanted the house, I should keep it. It was her mother who had died and it was my mother's childhood home I inherited.
I should say I never got along with my father. He became involved in that church when I was very young. It was his whole life. His family was really an afterthought. The church pastor was intensely charismatic. My father worshipped him more than the God the church supposedly was dedicated to. My father took no interest in the fact I was a straight A student or that I was a state champion amateur boxer. Only when I could be used as a prop to glorify himself in the eyes of the pastor, would he attempt to act the caring father.
My mother met my father at a church camp when they were in high school. They were both counselors. He was everything a southern girl from a strict Baptist family would want; a young man, apprenticed to his father's accounting firm, a good Christian from a respectable family. .. She couldn't say no when he proposed the night they graduated high school. They married that summer and by the fall, she was pregnant with me, her only child.
She really should have gone to college. She's much too smart, funny and vivacious to be a cookie cutter proper church wife. I get my athleticism, lust for life and general vibrancy from her. My father was a nebbish lackey, a born bootlicker. He and I couldn't be more different. My mother's married life was a constant struggle to suppress the fun and free woman she truly was in order to fit the mold of the important church official's spouse. She'd stifle a giggle while her peers would gasp in shock at a dirty joke. If a sexual situation appeared on the television, she'd hold the remote and keep it on the screen juuuust a bit longer than she could have before turning the channel.
My mother is really very attractive. Her marriage was the classic southern union based on family and social expectations and not the mutual attraction of physically and mentally compatible individuals. While my father is slight and slump-shouldered, my mother carried herself as the beautiful specimen she knew deep down she was. She understood too well her Christian duty as a wife was to be subservient to her twinkish husband. She was 5'5", brunette, walked with perfect posture that only enhanced her full c-cup breasts. She never wore anything revealing in public but you can only keep that kind of body only hidden to a point.
After a six month investigation, my father and the pastor plead guilty to federal fraud charges. My father was given a 15 year sentence while the pastor got 20. Of course, all of my father's assets were confiscated, including the house. As soon as I heard, I drove to Charlotte and brought my mom back to live with me in Raleigh. She literally had one suitcase worth of cloths. The feds took everything. My mom protested against staying with me, trying to argue how she would be a burden, etc., etc. I was having none of it. She was now a pariah in the only social circles she ever knew. She had no where to go and I loved her with all my heart. I convinced her to start life anew at age 42, back in the house she grew up in.
My place was ready for her to move in. When I first moved in, I had admittedly overspent by getting a king size bed for the master bedroom, a new living room set and a modern, extra-large tub for the master bath. I gave my mom the master bedroom while I took the single bed in the second bedroom.
She was understandably despondent for the first few weeks, having gone through the trauma of the investigation, the humiliation of the conviction and then the loss of the world she had known for all her adult life. I would come home from work and find her hurriedly trying to put herself together so I wouldn't know she had been crying all day. My heart broke for her and I would instinctively wrap my arms around her. This would start her crying all over again. She would only say, 'What am I gonna do, baby? What am I gonna do?' (She never called me by my name, always baby. She would only call me 'baby' and no one else. She referred to my father as 'Herbert'.)
I would gently 'shushhh' her and tell her everything is all right. It killed me to not see the light in her eyes. I knew her depression would only deepen if she sat around the house all day with nothing to do but watch tv and make my dinner. (Something she insisted on and which I did not complain about.) I thought she should at least take a class. I gave her a couple catalogs from local community colleges. She decided to work towards getting a nursing degree.
And so my mother slowly re-blossomed into the woman I knew in happier times. She took 2 classes a day during the week. She would come home, do her homework and have dinner ready by the time I came home. I had never stopped holding her, only now I did it when I came home and she'd run into my arms with a smile on her face. She was so eager to tell me about her day and ask me about mine. Seeing her excited about life made me so happy.
When I had interned for a bank's corporate office while in college, one of the vice presidents I worked for had gotten me into wine drinking. He was a connoisseur of the stuff and taught me some of the finer points of recognizing a good vintage. I had gotten into the practice of enjoying a glass or two after dinner, even before my mom moved in. Soon I had her enjoying a glass along with me. At first, she got tipsy very quickly, never having drank before. She would have a glass and be asleep 20 minutes later. It wasn't too long though before she was a delightful drinking companion.
One evening we were enjoying an after dinner glass when my cell phone buzzed on the coffee table. I looked down and read the text message from an ex-girlfriend. My mom said, 'Oh, who's that?'
'Just an ex.' I replied, 'She's looking for a booty call.'
My mom wrinkled her cute nose, 'What's a booty call.'
I decided to shake up her conservative sensibilities and have some fun, 'A booty call is when you ask a friend to get together for some.... you know.' I answered with a wink and a smile.
'You're joking, baby. That was not a booty call.' She smirked at me.
But indeed it was. I brought up the message and handed mom the phone. It read:
I miss all the ORGASMS you give me! Call me! <3 Karen.
My mother's face turned a deep red and her mouth dropped open. She didn't give me the lecture on dating 'whores' as I half-feared she would. Instead she was more curious as to the kind of relationships I had with this woman.
'Well mom, we saw each other just a few times, about a month or so before you came to Raleigh. I told her I wasn't interested in getting serious because I knew you would be moving in. And with the time I want to spend with you and my work, there wouldn't be room for a relationship.'
'Oh baby, I'm sorry...'
'No,' I interrupted her, 'I want nothing more than to be with you right now. I love you more than anyone in the world'
She smiled at me with a glint of moisture in her eyes, 'Thanks baby. Sooooo.. how did you get so good at giving orgasms?'
'Do you remember when I dated Kendra when I was a senior in high school? She stayed a virgin that whole year we were together. It was so important she save herself for marriage. '
'Good girl, sounds like your mother.' she teased.
'Yeah, well she was burning with sexual urges none the less. She loved my hands down her pants. Even better, she loved me licking her down there. I did it for hours. I really perfected my technique with her. She still tries to get together with me even though she's married with a kid.'
I suddenly felt panic shoot through me as I realized what just came out of my mouth. My mother was looking down at her second, almost gone, glass of chardonnay. She shook her head and giggle.
'I guess my baby wasn't the angel I though he was.'
'Aww, c'mon mom', glad she hadn't stormed out of the room in disgust, ' you remember being that age.'
'Yes, but I didn't have someone like you in my life, baby. Truth is, I've never had an orgasm.'
I acted surprised but I always suspected this to be the truth. My father never struck me as being the 'attentive lover' type. Certainly masturbation would have been taboo amongst the women of her church-centered social group.
'Are you against exploring your sexual side? You're still a young, healthy and beautiful woman. You're missing out on one of life's best gifts.'
She smiled down at her wine and admitted, 'There's a young woman I go to school with. She reads all those trashy women's magazines. She'll let me borrow them and I'll occasionally read the sex advice articles. I swear, I don't even understand half the things they're talking about.'
'Mom.... Have you ever, uh.... masturbated?'
She would have been perfectly right to tell me this conversation had drifted out of bounds and then excused herself for the night. It was obvious to me; she had yearned to have this conversation for a while, maybe for years.
'Honestly,' she looked at me with an embarrassed smile, then back down to her glass, 'I wouldn't even know how to do it.'
'Mom, you have to let me help you. I can teach you.'
'Oh baby, I don't know....'
'Tell you what, think about it. Then tomorrow night, if you want, I'll lay out my plan.'
She laughed out loud. 'A plan, huh? You're just a regular love master, aren't you, baby?'
'I just love you, mom. You're the most important person in the world to me. It's time you bloom into the complete woman you were meant to be.'
At this point, I was not thinking of bedding my mom. I was truly saddened by her repressed life up until now. I wanted only the best for her. That included indulging in the pleasures her body held hidden, waiting to be discovered. It didn't occur to me at that moment how this 'education' could find us in a very touchy situation. She finished her wine then came over to me as I stood up to go to my bedroom. She put her arms around me and we just held each other tight, in silence, for two minutes. She raised herself on her tip toes and kissed my cheek.
She whispered, 'I love you, baby. Thank you for everything. You can never understand what you mean to me.', then walk upstairs to her room.
The next evening, dinner was pleasant. We talked about her classes and I talked about work. We had a nice moscato with the meal. A bit sweet for my taste, but I knew she'd like it. We retired to the living room. After sitting through an 8pm comedy she enjoys, I turned off the tv and faced her.
'So, have you considered my offer?'
She placed her fingers to her chest, lowered her chin and in her best southern belle voice said, 'Why, baby, whatever do you mean?'
'Now young lady, you know exactly what I mean.'
'I just want to hear this 'plan' of yours.' She smiled, 'I'm not promising I'll take you up on it though.'
'Fair enough, beautiful. You just keep your seat and wait here.'
I got up and jogged out to my car. I had been able to take a half day off from work and I used it go on a mini shopping spree. I came back in with two large sacks of presents. Mom was completely surprised.
'Baby! What is all this?'
'In order for us to accomplish this mission, you need to open up a side of you that has been closed your whole life. I'm thinking in about a week you'll be ready to masturbate. Between now and then, this stuff is going to help prepare your body and your mind.'
She put her hand over her open mouth, looked at the packages, looked at me, then just shook her head and laughed.
I first presented her with the candles and special 'sensual' bubble bath. 'You have that new, giant bathtub up there. I want you to take a bubble bath in the candlelight every evening after dinner. You need to become more open to pleasures of the senses.'
She took the bubble bath container, read the label and nodded her head.
Next I gave her a book on the female orgasm. I have a 'friend-with-benefits' who works at a female oriented sex shop. She recommended the book for a beginner. It had diagrams of the female anatomy and good explanations on the physiology behind the orgasm. I didn't mention it was for my mother, of course. I just told her I needed to brush up on my own skills with the ladies.
'Uh-huh,' she smirked, 'we both know you don't need any brushing up.'
'So mom, I don't want you trying any of the techniques they describe yet. Just get familiar where things are located and how to approach masturbating when we're ready.'
She flipped through a few pages with wide eyes and half whispered, 'Oh my.'
Next, I gave her 14 pairs of matching silk bra and pantie sets. I hand-picked them myself.
'I want you to wear these during the day, when you go to school, when you're shopping, making dinner. Caress yourself with silk all day long.' She rubbed the silk between her fingers. 'You are unbelievable, baby.'
Finally, I gave her the present I was most excited about, two 100% silk robes. One was red and the other ivory. They were conservative enough to reach her ankles when she wore it, but I had a condition.
'I want you to wear these, and ONLY these, after your bath each night.'
She normally spent the evening in whatever she wore that day, usually a frumpy blouse and jeans. And where did she get those jeans? They must have been popular with her church circle, because they were cut in a way that voided all sexiness.
'And when you go to bed, I need you to sleep in the nude, every night.'
'Baby, I appreciate all this. I really do. And since you went to all this effort and spent all this money, I will give it a shot. But it's kind of unfair that I have to be naked under a robe every night while you sit here fully clothed.'
'Mom, say no more. I was always the nude guy in a robe before you moved in. I'm gonna love being that guy again.'
She got up and gave me a long, warm hug we held for at least 3 or 4 minutes. Then she whispered,
'This is all kind of weird, don't you think? You are my son after all. Should we be so concerned with masturbating and orgasm?'
'I love you, mom. I have been waiting to take you away from that perverse church society for years. You can trust me. I will never hurt you. This is an important part of life. You need a guide who will only have your interest, your heart, your faith as his priority. There's no one like that on earth but me. We are together now, the time is right.'
I kissed her on the lips, softly. It lasted about ten seconds. It felt right, it felt perfect. When we parted, she buried her face in my chest and squeezed me. She took a long, deep breath through her nose then said, 'I love you so much, baby.'
The way our schedules fell, I never saw her in the morning. The next evening, I walked in the door and she threw herself into my arms for our end-of-day embrace. Dinner couldn't have been more typical. We listened to each other and laughed at the days stories. The whole time though, all I could think about was 'Is she wearing that silk underwear?' and 'Did she read about touching herself?' I kept that all to myself. Dinnertime conversation was an important part of the day for her. If I interjected our sexual experiment into it, I risked ruining everything.
After dinner, I began to open a new bottle of wine I had just brought home as she was washing the dishes.
'Oooo... what kind did you get baby?'
'It's a surprise. You'll find out AFTER your bath. In fact, I'm going to draw it for you while you finish washing up.'
I grabbed a glass and took the bottle upstairs. I lit several candles all around the tub. I ran the water just hot enough so the aches and pains of the day would melt away. The bubble bath fragrance was intoxicating. If it was anyone else but my mom, I would have said, 'screw it' and gotten in myself. Finally, when the bath was ready, I poured a glass of a wonderful rare vintage I considered my all-time favorite and set it on the tub's edge.
I came downstairs as mom was wiping down the table. I walked up behind her, grabbed her by the shoulders, kissed her behind the ear and said, 'Your bath awaits.' She spun around, tossed the wash rag at me. Then with a sultry smile and an exaggerated flip of her hair, she turned and headed up the stairs. I called after her, 'Which robe are you wearing tonight?'
She replied, 'Speaking of that, you'd better be in one yourself when I come down.'
'No problem there,' I thought to myself. When I heard her bedroom door close, I raced up to my shower. When I was sufficiently clean, I sprayed on a slight bit of cologne I've never failed with. I then donned one of my favorite black silk robes and went downstairs to wait.
It felt good to be so free in my house again. At the same time, I felt a little nervous, even a tinge of panic over my immodest state. I had never felt that before. I dimmed the lights a good bit.
I was flipping through the television channels and I didn't hear mom walk down the stairs.
'What's with the romantic lighting'?
I turned my head just as she stepped off the final stair. I was amazed. I had never seen her look more beautiful. She had chosen the ivory robe. Her hair was done up in a bun, which accentuated the naked skin exposed from her neck to her chest where the robe closed. Her breasts were full and irresistible. It was obvious she wasn't wearing a bra. Not only were her breast lower than I had ever noticed, but her nipples poked through outrageously. The most striking feature of her appearance though was the glow of her face. It stemmed from a combination of happiness, confidence, self-discovery, slight embarrassment and love. I just fell in total and complete love with the woman there. She could have passed for an angel.
'Oh my God, you are gorgeous.'
I had planned on complementing her for the next week as a way to promote her sexual self-confidence. It was now apparent I wouldn't need to tie a string on my finger to remind myself to praise her.
'I... uh... you are unbelievably attractive, mom. I had no idea.'
She smiled and put her face down. 'You need to stop.'
Even in the dimmed light, I could see she was blushing.
I turned off the tv and stood up. 'Have a seat, mom. I'll get you another glass of wine. '
'Oh yes, that one you brought home today is delicious.' She put her hand on her hip and looked me up and down when I stood up. 'Speaking of gorgeous, look at you in that little thing. Your sexy chest all exposed and your strong legs as well.'
I laughed as I went to the kitchen but actually it was my turn to blush. This had turned from day one of mother's education to the hottest first date of my life. I came back with two glasses and the rest of the bottle. I sat next to her on the loveseat. Normally I take the lounge chair during our evenings at home. 'So tell me about day one of our experiment.'
She took a long, deep drink. 'Well, I decided to go with the black bra and pantie combination you bought. It felt really strange at first. I definitely didn't feel as secure and held together, let's say, as I normally do. By about noon, I really started to enjoy the feeling. By 3pm, I swore I'd never wear anything else. '
My heart was pumping along with my imagination. 'So did you use the big bathroom mirror to look at yourself in your new underwear? How did you look?' I wanted details.
'Ha! It was horrible! I had hair coming out everywhere down there. Before I got out of the bath tonight, I shaved. I went with the landing strip style. At least that's what the book you got me calls it.'
My cock was expanding with a speed and resolve that was unstoppable. If I was going to be wearing a robe for the next week, there would be no way to avoid the issue.
'Mom, I am so proud of you for doing this and I am grateful you trust me I have to tell you, this is obviously a very intimate thing and you are more attractive than any woman I have been in the presence of. I need you to understand that over the next week I am going to get erections, ok? I don't want you to freak out over it or lose your nerve for this undertaking. If anything, take it as a compliment. I will hide it as best I can. Unfortunately, you're gonna know it's there.'
She gave a shaky giggle. 'Hmmm, just don't put anybody's eye out with that thing and we'll be ok.'
She tried to sound unfazed but she was obviously a bit unnerved. I imagine her experience with a sexually aroused male was limited to a few brief and awkward fumblings in the dark. I'm sure being so close to a virile, sexually knowledgeable man in his physical prime, wrestling 8 inches of hot, girthy cock while he's guiding you to a world of sensual satisfaction had to be overwhelming. Especially when that man was her son.
She drained her glass and I poured her the rest of the bottle. 'So tell me about the bath. You smell wonderful.'
She leaned back, closed her eyes and smiled. 'Oh baby, it was heaven.' She slowly ran her hands up and down her silk-covered arms. 'I'm a little frightened though. I've come to love so much pleasure in one day; I may be a nymphomaniac by the end of the week!'
'Well mom, after so many years of keeping that side of you bottled up, maybe a bit of nymphomania is in order.'
We laughed over that. We then watched the late news together. I spent the half hour trying to mentally tame my rebellious erection. I had it mostly flaccid by the end of the news and it was time to say goodnight. She stood up then pulled me to my feet. Our embrace was long and full-bodied. I could feel her crotch on my upper thigh, our bellies pressing together, her beasts flatted against my chest. The body heat was there. If I didn't know we were in our robes, I would have sworn we embraced skin-on-skin.
I whispered in her ear, 'Are you totally naked under there as we discussed?'
'Of course.' She whispered back, 'Can't you tell?'
'I'd better check' I said as I slid my hands down to her ass. I palmed each round, firm cheek. They fit perfectly in my big hands. She wasn't wearing panties.
She leaned her upper body away from mine with a look of mock shock.
'You fresh thing! How dare you?!'
I gave her ass a couple nice squeezes. 'Gotta make sure you're in compliance if this is going to work.'
She pulled herself tightly against me again and whispered, 'I have no doubt this is going to work.'
My cock began to swell again quickly. I panicked. So I spun her around and gave her butt a light slap.
'Off to bed with you. I'm losing control of my little friend.'
'I wouldn't call that thing little.' She giggled as she trotted up the stairs.
That night, for the first time, I unabashedly fantasied about my mother. I came twice before falling asleep.
I stopped at my friend's sex shop on my way home from work the next evening. I bought a book of erotic fiction aimed at the female reader.
The evening progressed as the night before. We enjoyed a pleasant meal and conversation without anything sexual being mention. Then after dinner, I drew my mom her bath while she cleaned up. We met again in the living room, lit for a romantic evening. We sat together on the loveseat, freshly cleaned and in only our robes. I told her, for the rest of the week, instead of tv, I would be reading her a selection from the book of erotic stories I purchased.
She tucked her legs under her and leaned into me as I draped my arm around her shoulder, holding the book in the other hand. I had gotten lucky with this book. All the stories we well written and extremely hot. After about 20 minutes and a glass of wine, my mother started squirming in sexual agitation. I look at her. I could see her face and upper chest was flush.
I softly asked, 'You want me to keep reading?'
'Yes, c'mon, please. Yes.' She insisted.
'Ok, I've got to adjust first. I'm sorry about this.' I had discreetly tucked my cock between my balls and my thigh when we first sat down and it was still manageable. Now, while reading erotic stories next to my near naked, hot and bothered mother, my swollen rod had broken out of its confines. It obscenely lay across my thigh. The proverbial elephant in the room... or at least its trunk.
'Baby, don't worry about it. If the point of reading these stories, the underwear, the baths, everything is to awaken my sexual hunger, than let it do what it wants to. It's turning me on more than everthing else put together.'
I was so relieved.
She leaned her face close to my ear and whispered, 'Keep reading.'
I continued with the story. My mother lightly ran her hand up and down my thigh as I read. Every time my cock would throb or buck, she'd let out a little gasp or coo. It took every ounce of willpower I possessed to finish that story and not rip her robe open and bury my face in her pussy.
When I did finally finish, my mom leaned back and fanned herself with her hand.
'Baby, I don't know what your plan is, but I think I'm almost there.'
We stood and embraced in our good night hug. My giant erection was pressed between us. It was a shocking feeling.
She placed her lips to my cheek and moaned. Then she whispered, 'You're such a man. You make me so wet.'
She let me go and turned towards the stairs. I dumbfounded at her admission. She turned back towards me when she reached the staircase.
'By the way, you didn't check tonight, but I am in compliance.' She opened her robe, exposing her naked body to me. Her body was the vision of ultimate feminine beauty. She had a little bit of a tummy, a little bit of roundness to her hips that a ripped fitness model or starved actress would never have. Her's was a body of a WOMAN. He breasts were capped with red half dollar areolas and fat nipples that caused my cock to surge to a hardness it had never known. She had done a beautiful job trimming her pussy hair. Her inner thighs glistened with the copious lubrication she had confessed to.
She exposed herself for no more than 3 seconds. Then she laughed out loud as she covered back up and bounded to her room.
'This is an exercise in pleasure for her, torture for me.' I reflected to myself. I concluded her flashing me was simply girlish fun. She's breaking free for the first time in her life. Everything we've done to this point has been under my direction, I rationalized. She wouldn't be trying to bed me, right?
The next night, she came downstairs from her after dinner bath looking as hot as ever. I patted the space next to me on the loveseat. Our wine was poured and I had a scorching story ready to go.
'I think I'm ready to try tonight, baby.'
'Oh, uh, ok. Here, have a seat and a glass of vino. I'll go prepare your room.'
I suddenly realized I didn't have a plan for this final act. I guess I assumed she'd eventually get so turned on she'd take matters into her own hands. I had envisioned her seeing me the next day, giving me a big hug and saying, 'Guess what?! I touched myself last night... and I came!'
Instead of this being spontaneous, it was going to be 'an event'. I brought my portable stereo into her room. I had a nice 80 minute disc of lovemaking jazz that I often used with various lovers. I lit candles around the room and changed her sheets to some fresh linen.
'I think we're ready mom!' I called down the stairwell.
She walked in a minute later. 'Oh my...'
'So... Enjoy. I'll be downstairs when you're done.'
'Wait, what am I supposed to do?'
'Well mom, you want to get naked. Then get between the sheets. Caress yourself while imagining making love to the most desirable person you know of. Focus on you clitoris and vagina eventually. Then just ride the pleasure home.'
She looked unsure of herself. 'Ok then.'
I kissed her cheek then left. I was mad that this moment had come without a solid game plan in place. She deserved better.
I tried to read an erotic story, hoping time would fly by and she would soon come bounding down the stairs in post-orgasmic joy. But time dragged. I looked up at the clock every 2 minutes. Finally after 10 minutes had gone by, I couldn't resist the urge to put my ear to her door and listed to what was happening. I started to softly climb the stairs when she emerged from her room at the top. She wasn't wearing her robe, only covering her nakedness by holding it up to her body. Her right breast was peeking out from behind.
She looked down at me, 'Baby, this isn't working. I'm so horny and I don't know what to do. This is so frustrating!'
She was on the verge of tears.
I reached the top of the stairs. I put my arms around her. 'Ok mom, it's going to be fine. Here, let's try again.'
I guided her back in the bedroom. Her naked back was totally exposed to me. Her ass looked so delicious. We walked to the edge of the bed. I lifted up the top sheet with one hand and she allowed me to take her robe away with the other. She crawled between the sheets and moved to the middle of the bed. I sat on its edge, thinking about what direction I could offer.
In the softest, sweetest voice I've ever heard her use, she asked, 'Aren't you coming in with me?'
'Are you sure, mom?
'It's ok, baby. We'll both be under the covers. I just need to feel you next to me, I think. Just this first time.'
I walked over to a chair on the far side of the room, took off my robe and laid it down, then walk back to the bed. My cock was extended its full, thick 8 inches. It had an upward hook to its shape because I was so turned on. My mom's eyes were on me the whole time.
'Baby, your body is beautiful.'
I slid between the sheets. My mom immediately reached for me. We locked together in a naked embrace. The skin to skin contact was startling. I was aware of her pubic hair tickling the underside of my hard on. She held me tight and breathed heavily through her nose. After a few minutes, I gently broke our embrace and guided her on her back. I was lying on my left side, facing her. Her head was resting on my left arm. She turned her head toward me and our noses touched. I could feel the moisture in her breath as she exhaled.
I gently grabbed the back of her right hand with mine. I placed her palm lightly on her belly. I guided her hand with mine.
'First we slowly circle your stomach. Feel the sensation of your hand touching your skin.'
She looked into my eyes with wonder and lust. She was breathing out of her open mouth. She could only nod at the directions I gave.
'Then we'll slide our hand up to you left breast. Cup it. Give it a warm squeeze.'
My hand manipulated hers through every step. She reacted with a sharp intake of breath when we fondled her tit.
'Then we run your hand up your chest, around the side of your neck, behind your ear.'
She closed her eyes for a moment and moaned at the sensation.
'We go back down your neck, down your chest and caress your other breast. Take the nipple and give it a tug.'
I use my thumb and forefinger to make hers capture that fat bud. She closed her eyes again and groaned.
'Are you thinking of being with someone?'
She looked me in the eyes and nodded aggressively.
'Good. Now let's go back down your body. Take a right before we touch your pubic hair. Rest your hand on your upper thigh. Now, spread your legs. Lift up your knees so the bottoms of your feet are on the bed. Good, now place your left hand on the top of your left thigh.'
At this point I took my hand off hers. As unbelievably intimate as we were at that moment, I was still in the mindset of an instructor helping a student. It did not occur to me we might be on the doorstep to becoming full blown lovers.
'Now run your hands slowly up and down your thighs a couple times. Good. Now, run your hand down the inside of your thighs. Stop at your pussy and lightly hold it.' Her eyes were closed again. Her tongue unconsciously licked her lips.
'Let your left hand wander around the rest of your body. Take your right hand....'
Her eyes opened up. She grabbed my right hand and guided it to her burning box.
'Show me how.' she breathed into my mouth. The look on her face was a mix of love, lust and desperation.
She laid my hand right on her pussy. I was amazed at the heat and the moisture. I could sense the want and the need radiating from her womanhood. I lightly squeezed her clit and vagina between my middle and forefinger. Then I gently rolled the flesh caught between my fingers. She grabbed the back of my head with her left hand. She roughly brought my ear down to her mouth and whispered,
'Oh baby! That feels incredible! I've wanted you to touch me for so long...'
I was caught up in the passion of the moment. There was no analyzing, no room for regret, no weighing consequences. I ran my middle finger from just above her sphincter to her clitoral hood. It was like running your finger through hot melted butter. Her mouth searched for mine. We kissed with pure, open mouth abandon. We spoke our love and our lust for each other wordlessly. My fingertips began turning rhythmic clockwise circles around her clitoris. She let out little cries and moans that sounded almost inhuman. Her pelvis instinctively gyrated with my hand. I slowly inserted my middle finger inside her. Her kissing became desperate, wild. She buried her face in my neck then bit it hard. She kissed and licked her way up to my ear. Her breathing was short, fast pants and gasps. it sounded like a hurricane in my ear as she licked and bit me.
I hooked my finger buried inside her and started to fuck her with it. I caressed the frontal wall of her vagina with every stroke. I began to feel the tell-tale signs of an approaching orgasm. The raunchy, sexy sound of my digit sloshing in and out of her bucking pussy was all I could hear. Our tongues were twisting and twirling around each other. Suddenly, she pushed herself away from me a couple inches. She looked me in the eyes with a combination of fear and amazement.
'Baby? BA-by?! Oh-my-God, BABY??!!!'
Her pussy grabbed my finger like a hot silk vise. Her eyes closed shut and her back arched up of the bed. She stayed in this state of tension for about 15 second. Then from the deep inside her emanated heavy, rapidly pulsating contractions. She cried, 'baaaaaAAAAAABYYYYYYY!' and trashed onto her left side, throwing my finger out of her. She slammed her right hand on to the bed and grabbed a fist-full of sheet. She lay trembling there for about a minute, trying to catch her breath. I simply kept my hands off her and watched it all. I had never seen such an intense orgasm in my life.
After a minute, her breathing returned to normal. She flipped on to her right side and we were face to face. We kissed softly, in silence, for several minutes. She then pulled back and caressed my face.
'Oh baby, that was... incredible. I love you so, so, SO much! Oh my God. Baby, what did you do to me?'
'Mission accomplished, mom.' laid back and closed my eyes. Mom snuggled up to me, her head on my chest, my arm around her. She placed her outside leg across my upper thighs. Her knee nudged my semi-erect member. Her arm rested lightly on my chest. She hummed a deep contented sigh. The wetness that had issued so hotly from her and soaked her crotch had already cooled. I felt it dampen my hip as she pressed her pelvis to me.
Light post-orgasmic tremors shook her body. She purred like a content kitten. At the height of masturbating my mother, I had strongly considered mounting her so we might climax together. Now I was glad I didn't. This was a gift a love, purely for her. If I had taken her while she was in the throes of passion, she could have seen all of this as an elaborate set up. She might have seen it as a betrayal of her trust. Of course I was painfully in need now. My balls ached from hovering at such an intense state of sexual excitement, only to descend from that peak without sweet release.
I held my mother in the dimly lit room. The air was warm and heavy with a narcotic mix of scented candles and her arousal. Before I knew it, I fell asleep. At some point in the middle of the night, mom got up to use the bathroom. The sound of water running in the sink woke me up. The door was open and the bathroom light was on. I took in the sight of her naked form as she washed her hands and face. My unmercifully teased cock once again swelled as I watched the reflection of her breasts swaying and bumping into each other. I fought the urge to crawl out of bed and bury my face between her dimpled ass cheeks.
She turned off the light when she was finished. Only the glow from her alarm clock's display illuminated our forms. The candles had burnt themselves out. She slid into the bed next to me.
'Baby? Are you awake?' she whispered.
I turned to face her. I placed my hand on her bare shoulder and brought my face to hers. Her lips were slightly parted as I lightly pressed mine to hers. We held the kiss like that for several seconds; feeling the warmth of each other's mouth, barely touching, our lips still swollen from the unconstrained biting and sucking during her passionate masturbation session. Now our breath intermingled in a kiss that expressed pure open-hearted intimacy.
She withdrew but a few millimeters and breathed, 'Are you ok, baby? What are you thinking?'
'Being with you like this is bliss.' I whispered back, 'I was waiting for a red light to pop into my head. Some impulse that told me this was wrong. It never came, mom. Every step of this has felt right. Being your guide, sharing this ecstasy, this closeness -- it feels exactly where I ought to be.'
She kissed me. The emotion it expressed told me she felt the same.
'Baby, the orgasm you gave me was... just unbelievable.' She reached between our bodies and took my upturned erection in her hand. 'But you have wakened a deeper desire inside me. Please, please make love to me.'
I gasped at her touch. Her grip was light. She only moved her hand an inch one way, then an inch the other. Yet the feel of this woman's hand surpassed any pleasure my previous lovers had ever given me. I placed my forehead to hers and groaned,
'I love you so much. Yes, let me love you. Let me satisfy your every need. '
She let go of my manhood and wrapped her arms around me. We kissed with a heat born of equal parts raw lust and pure love. I ran my hand down the side of her naked body. When I reached her knee, I drew her leg over my hip. She hooked her leg behind me and drew our bodies together. My erection snaked its way between her legs. I felt the damp heat of her enflamed need on the top-side of my shaft. As we sucked, bit and licked each other's mouth, her hips instinctively rocked back and forth on my organ. Her clit bumped and glided on the vainy shaft.
I reached between us and pawed one of her sweat-slick breasts. She roughly turned my head so she could bite my earlobe. She then begged, 'Please baby. I need you so bad. Fill me, please.' Still lying on our sides, I tilted my hips so the head of my hard on nestled between her labia. It felt like a soaking wet kiss on my prick's head. I pulled back and ran my length through those petals, lubricating myself well in the process. I turned my mom on her back. I held myself above her at arm's length, poised between her open legs, the underside of my cock teasing her clit as I slowly gyrated. I gazed down at this lust-drunk beauty. Her large breasts were spilling off to each side. I leaned down a captured one fat nipple in my mouth and lovingly sucked. She moaned and reached for my rod with both hands. I kissed my way up her neck while she jerked me. When my mouth met hers, our kiss was more controlled. It was about to happen and the moment was overwhelming for both of us.
I broke the lip lock and whispered, 'Put me inside you.'
She was sopping wet and I was hard as iron. Still, her neglected womanhood was tight. When my swollen head gained entrance, my mother's nails raked across my back. She had a look of fearful determination on her face. She wordlessly nodded her head when I asked if she was alright. I started gently rocking my girth in and out. Slowly, a half inch of probing became an inch.. then an inch became three. Eventually her body accepted me. Her pussy felt searing hot.
Once the trauma of entering her passed, she began to cry silently. I asked her if she wanted me to stop but she emphatically shook her head 'no'. She grabbed my head with both hands and assaulted my mouth and face with kisses as my 8 inches began to slid in and out of her. I could taste the salt and feel the wetness from her tears on my face. The rhythm of our coupling was slow, steady and loving.
My mother's words were interspersed with sobs. 'I need you like this forever. I could never live without this now. I feel complete for the first time in my life. Oh baby.. Baby! I'm coming again! Oh my God! Baby?! Oh my God!'
I didn't think we had sufficiently built up to an orgasm. It seemed to hit her out of nowhere, fast and hard. The walls of her pussy convulsed around my cock. In turn, the control I normally possessed disappeared. I had an instant to decide whether to pull out or cum inside her. I abandoned myself to instinct and buried myself as deep as I could penetrate. Jet after jet shot out of me. We locked eyes for a moment once it began then came together in an urgent kiss that completed out union. Both of our bodies convulsing in mutual ecstasy.
I shuddered as my prick continued to jerk and buck within her. Our kisses evolved into soft assurances of love. I could feel my arms begin to tremble so I had to withdraw and lay on my back. My mom moaned in disappointment when I slipped out of her. She cuddled up to my side and breathed in my ear.
'That was the greatest moment of my life, baby. I love you so, so much.'
'Nothing could ever approach what we've just unlocked. Let me love you like that forever, mom.'
'No need to ask. You own me now baby, body and soul.'
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