บท 365: It Was Fine Until Mom Took Over
byChris7sw©
I grew up in what could reasonably be called a 'normal' household consisting of my two parents and me, along with a dog and cat. There was always a dog it seemed and more often than not a cat too but they tended to come and go, so we'd go years without a cat and then perhaps end up with perhaps two at once for a while. As is fairly normal, Dad was somewhat aloof while Mom was far more loving and cuddly. Of course, your 'average' family also has two kids but my parents had opted for one.
"We could only afford one of you so that's that," they both told me, "Anyway, I'm sure you're happy not to have to share your room or your toys."
That indeed was true but then, as I grew into my early teens so I began to ask for friends to sleep over, to use my Nintendo and to share my world as if they were brothers and it was then I realised that it was better to be 'in control' whereas if I had to share with a brother or sister then I wouldn't be able to insist on which game we played or which film we watched. Oh no, I wasn't the domineering type – I liked to share, but on my general terms but even so I seldom fell out with my friends, male or female.
Females of course were just weird. Sure, they were sometimes pretty and nice to cuddle up to but by and large they were strange creatures – but so long as they were friendly then that was fine. I was fascinated about the sex bit but as I was far too busy studying and playing sports I wasn't too worried about learning and anyway, I could find out so much via the internet even if I remained a virgin.
By the time I was eighteen I was on the cusp of leaving college – I had only a few months to go and then, after the summer break I'd be off to university, assuming that all went well. Naturally I had no real idea of what I'd 'like to be when I grew up' but I was at least aware that a good education would help me in the future and I'd knuckled down to my lessons and studied hard and had been accepted into a three year university course which would be the precursor to a respectable job one day, I hoped. Everything was going well enough and even my parents were happy with my progress.
"Nice one Chris," said Dad one day as he ruffled my hair when I showed him the results of my latest work, "Keep up the good work – you're doing really well."
Sure, he didn't read all through the questions or the answers so his praise was vague but he was honest in his words and made me feel that I was at least doing my best.
Speaking of Dad, as I implied, he generally stayed on the edge of my world except for one aspect, which I'll come to in a moment. He worked hard and had an excellent job (or so Mom told me) and good position within a large manufacturing company. Inevitably he occasionally had to work a bit late but he was seemingly supported by his company who would give him time off in lieu or some cash bonus which I found out about because I found a slip on the floor one day which detailed his bonuses.
As a result of his work he was only available at weekends but then he'd do his best to find some time to play with me – football or cricket or some such game – assuming that I didn't have any of my friends over to play. He was no good on my Nintendo but he did at least know his way around a computer, one of which I'd been given on my sixteenth birthday.
But there was one aspect of my life that Dad insisted he was part of and that was reading me a story from some book every single night. I've no idea why he insisted but he was actually a really good reader and storyteller and both guided me to some excellent books and came up with some terrific adventure stories too. His storytelling continued right through until I was about to turn eighteen and then Mom suddenly took over and his tales stopped. I guessed that the reading was akin to bonding – Dad's way of interacting with me since he never played sports or computer games with me but then Mom took control.
"I'm going to read to him from now," said Mom firmly one evening as she gently pushed Dad back into the lounge, "I'm sure can come up with more appropriate stories for his age and if he asks any awkward questions then I'm sure you'd prefer it if I answered them, wouldn't you? Anyway, I'm sure you'll be happier just sitting back with your scotch and relaxing, won't you darling?"
"Guess I would," admitted Dad, "Oh and actually there's some good football on tonight – I'll watch that then."
"Oh I'm glad about that – you always like your football, don't you dear?" said Mum, "That suits me fine then; you can watch while I get Chris off to sleep, can't you?"
With that Mum gently pushed me into my bedroom and followed me, closing the door on Dad's somewhat bewildered and yet relieved face as she did so.
"Ok darling, get ready for bed and I'll read to you," she said, somewhat to my horror, "What would you like today – an adventure or a mystery story?"
"Can't I get undressed in peace Mom?" I asked, shocked that she seemed to have forgotten that I needed to get undressed, "Won't take long."
"Oh yes of course darling!" said Mom, her face suddenly covered with her hand, "But then again, what are you scared of? Showing off to me?"
"It's private," I said, unable to find a better reason, "And I'm not used to it either."
"Good heavens, you're old enough to be seen naked aren't you?" she answered, "I know I was at your age!"
A moment later she left the room and I quickly undressed and clambered into my pyjamas and by the time she knocked on the door I was already in bed.
"There, that didn't take long," she said as she picked up one of a selection of books from my bookshelf and settled into the chair beside the bed, "Now this is a good adventure story – nice and steamy – has Dad read it to you yet?"
She showed me the cover and I shook my head. It was a book that Dad had found then rejected some while ago.
"Bit too much in the way of sex in that one," he'd said with disdain in his voice, "We'll leave that one out for now."
Mom on the other hand seemed to be aware that it was somewhat racy but seemed to have no qualms about it and as I'd been getting quite a lot of sexy thoughts in recent months I was delighted by her choice but even so, Mom questioned me.
"It's a bit hot in places; do you still want me to read to you or are you a bit young for that?" she asked with a grin, "Or you can read it yourself if you prefer."
"No, I like being read to," I admitted, "It's relaxing, really relaxing."
"Ok then but do tell me if I read too much or too fast for you," she added as she opened the book, "So let's start at the beginning..."
Mom settled down, somewhat hesitantly at first then growing with confidence and soon she was reading while adding to the enjoyment by creating individual voices for the characters and expressions for the situations, so much so that we both became thoroughly absorbed.
Actually, when I said that I'd been getting sexy thoughts in 'recent months' the real truth was that they'd been forming for years, buoyed by online pictures and videos of busty and lightly clad actresses and more. I'd been using my parents' computer for ages, partially to help with my homework and partially just to browse and while they'd told me not to go hunting for anything sexy it was inevitable that I did so and therefore occasionally came across clips of pornography in seemingly innocent website. I became quite accustomed to seeing deliciously rude videos of naked females and males usually performing various sexual acts and while I was totally innocent of performing any of them myself I had that eager longing to start out on my sexual adventures. My own computer had child-proof locks which I hadn't even found my way past as yet because since I could use my parents' machine and since I was a good hard-studying student I found little time for searching for porn on it.
Mom read on, turning the dry pages into life-like situations and characters but even I was shocked when she read;
"The party had been perfect; a brilliant mixture of light-hearted fun, alcohol and entertaining chatter but finally most of the guests had departed and David's parents, with his help, had tidied sufficiently to make the place acceptably neat again and then they'd headed up the stairs.
"Will you two be alright?" David's mother called out and then added, without waiting for his reply, "Don't stay up too long – not that it'll matter to us – we'll be sound asleep in no time."
David waited until his parents had disappeared from sight then turned to his sweet girlfriend, Dawn who was staying with them overnight.
"Peace at last," he said quietly, "Fancy a bit of, umm, you know?"
"Mmmm, but you're not to go too far David," she answered as she slid closer to him on the comfy sofa, "Be good, won't you?"
"Don't know about that," he sniggered quietly, "How about some nice kissing to start?"
He turned sideways until he could engulf her in his arms, then he lowered his mouth towards her soft, welcoming, upheld lips. They met and slid together warmly and at that moment David felt his penis stiffening urgently. He wriggled his hips around until it was settled to one side, then concentrated on kissing Dawn, his tongue now wriggling between her lips and exploring her mouth. Suddenly her tongue was doing the same and just seconds later the two lovebirds had slid sideways on the sofa with Dawn's legs lifting and David's body twisting until he was lying almost on top of her. It was at that moment that Dawn became aware of David's rigid penis pressing into her groin..."
"Wow!" exclaimed Mom, putting the book down on her lap and fanning her face with the other hand, "It's getting a bit more explicit than I expected; are you sure you want me to carry on?"
I laughed and nodded while feeling my face reddening and my own penis stiffening.
"Now we know why Dad wouldn't read it!" I laughed, "I don't mind though – it's good!"
"Trust you to think so," exclaimed Mom, "Surely it makes you feel a bit shy though?"
"Yeah, but not as shy with you as I would have been with Dad," I answered, finding my tongue and risking my neck, "It's easier somehow to talk about things like that with you."
"Why, am I sexy or something?" asked Mom as her eyes swept up and down the bed, seeing the fairly obvious bulge of my erection, "I don't think anyone here has talked about sex at all, have they?"
I shook my head, knowing that the subject was as good as ignored in the household, then smiled at Mom.
"It's a pity to be honest," I said, "I've so many questions..."
Mom folded a page of the book down and closed it, placing it on the bedside table then turning towards me.
"Like what darling?" she asked.
I wasn't sure if she'd be open to the kind of sexual questions that were inside me or not – I knew in my mind that she'd know the answers but whether or not I'd be allowed to ask them was another matter.
"Ummm, well like, what's it like to have sex?" I asked, feeling the red heat returning to my face.
"Ohhh, now that is a real question," said Mom, "I mean I know the answer but I don't know what I should say to you or how."
"Just tell me Mom," I said, "I mean, I'll be at university any time now and I feel cut off – I just don't know what to do and I'd love to get intimate with some of the other students!"
"I assume they're girls you're talking about, aren't they?" asked Mom and I nodded my head eagerly.
"Pretty ones too – I've met some of the others who'll be on my course," I said, warming to my task, "And I'm sure they checked me over but I don't know and I definitely don't know how to respond."
"Hmmm, perhaps it's better that you stay innocent than get them pregnant," said Mom somewhat to my surprise, "So what DO you know?"
Talk about being put on the spot – I felt everything heating up now and yet my cock seemed eager to stay as stiff as it had been for the past five minutes or so.
"Well come on – tell me?" asked Mom, "For example, do you know all the bits of a girl's anatomy?"
"Tits, pussy, ass, hips, waist, lips," I said, looking away from her and unwilling to go further, "Legs, feet, toes..."
"No darling, I mean the really intimate bits – you know, all the bits between her legs?" Mom said, digging ever deeper into this pit, "Come on, tell me."
I shook my head. Sure I'd seen glimpses of everything on the internet but although I could proffer some slang names, the proper names escaped me by and large and I was definitely lost when it came to explaining their uses.
"I mean, what are the parts of a vagina?" asked Mom, "Surely you know those?"
"I know there's a clitoris or something but the rest..." I said, my voice trailing off.
"Hmmm, we'll have to help you find out then, won't we?" said Mom as she got up and scoured the books on my bookcase, "Hmmph, there's nothing here – I'll tell you what, we'll go online."
I felt my body tense up and my penis stiffen anew as Mom pulled the small table that my laptop sat on closer to the bed, then she opened it and fired it up. It was on the small table because it had castors on it's legs and I could move it anywhere in the room with ease.
A little while later the laptop opened up and I watched as Mom entered her password and swept past the lock and then we were online, with Mom, busy typing. A few moments later and a large image of an extended pussy appeared on screen, all complete with labels for the parts.
"Here we go darling," said Mom as she reached her arm out and pulled me closer to the edge of the bed, "This isn't exactly what you'd normally see – I mean there's hairs and stuff too normally, but it helps explain what's what."
She spent the next few minutes pointing to the assorted parts of a pussy, explaining their uses and purpose but then she paused, her face now looking at me.
"Hmmm, it's all very well but it doesn't show you what to do with it, does it?" she added as she glanced back and forward between the picture and my face, "And then of course we need to get a penis involved – oh damn. Oh and it doesn't show how a woman gets all excited and wet either... or what it looks like then."
She paused further as she thought, her eyes closed – then they sprang open as she looked straight at me.
"Chris, I'll help you but Dad mustn't know anything – understand – not a thing?" she said firmly.
I nodded eagerly, not sure what she was planning but well aware that it was going to be exciting – I'd be delighted to agree to anything that would help my progress with girls.
"Tomorrow, when you come home from college," she said, "You can leave your work and I'll do some more explaining – ok?"
I nodded quickly, then Mom closed down the laptop again, pushed the table away and picked up the book once again.
"We'll stick to this for tonight and then tomorrow..." she said, "Now, where were we?"
In a moment or two she picked up the story again and immediately began to finish off the sexy paragraphs.
"David, is that your thingy?" asked Dawn, curiosity welling up inside her.
She was eager to discover more about sex but felt both shy and worried – shy because she'd never been there and worried in case things got out of hand. David on the other hand felt alive and eager. He was so close to Dawn – closer than he'd ever been before – and while he had no real idea of what to do next, his body was leading him on and on.
"I can't help it," he said softly as he pressed his penis harder against her, "I think I want to have sex."
"But we don't know how!" exclaimed Dawn, feeling her body softening, "Have you ever done it?"
"Hah, they're just like you!" exclaimed Mom, "Isn't that handy. Ok if I carry on?"
I nodded eagerly and Mom continued reading...
"Nearly," admitted David, "She still had her panties on but I got naked – it was brilliant until I came!"
"What – you shot off?" queried Dawn, "Where?"
"All over her!" said David, feeling his penis throbbing, "And it felt so good while I was doing it!"
"Bet it made a mess, didn't it!" laughed Dawn and David nodded firmly.
"Bloody right it did!" he chuckled, "We had to use my underpants to clean it all up too!"
"Phew," added Mom, "This is definitely getting a bit steamy – I didn't expect it to go this far."
"I don't mind," I said, feeling much as the character David did, "It's kind of fun and yet informative too and so long as you don't mind reading then I'm all ears."
"I bet you are!" laughed Mom, "It's making me a bit hot but I guess I can take it – makes a change for me too."
"I wonder how much further they go?" I asked, causing Mom to scan the next few pages.
"Doesn't look as if they actually do it," she said, "Do you want me to go on?"
I nodded quickly and Mom smiled wickedly at me, then picked up the book again.
"Ok, here we go," she said...
Dawn still felt very curious. David had obviously been further than she had and she really wanted to know more and with curiosity rampant inside her she lifted one hand and covered his bulging penis with it, feeling the length of his shaft and the somewhat bulbous knob.
"Do you want to get it out?" she asked and it was David's turn to feel both excited and embarrassed.
This was going to be a big step, whatever happened next.
"Definitely going to be a big step – for me too!" added Mom while I simply glowed with anticipation inside, "Ok, let's get it done with."
David knelt more upright now, his hands holding the waistband of his underpants.
"Are you sure?" he asked, almost as scared as Dawn was, "It's a big step – I mean seeing each other in our underwear is one thing but taking our underwear off is getting close to doing it, isn't it?"
"Don't care!" exclaimed Dawn suddenly, "I've got to find out – I really want to see you."
"Ok, here goes!" said David as he began to ease the sides of his underpants down, "Here it comes!"
A second later his penis sprang into view, a solid six or so inches of glowing flesh. His foreskin was there but even as Dawn watched, it slid back from his shiny knob, seemingly making his penis look even larger.
"Wow, he looks perfect!" breathed Dawn, her breaths coming quickly now, "What would happen if I touch him?"
"Nothing I guess," answered David as he watched Dawn extending her arm, "It'll jerk in your hand but that's about it – oh, and it'll feel nice from my point of view."
Dawn's hand suddenly snapped sideways to close around his shaft and as it did so David felt the immediate surge of his pending orgasm rising inside him.
"Ohhh fuck!" he said...
"Did I read that?" gasped Mom, "Did I actually read that?"
I nodded quickly, feeling my own penis throbbing wildly.
"Yeah, you did Mom," I answered, "I didn't mind; I hear it often enough at college."
"But not from my mouth," added Mom as she shook her head, "I'm kind of letting my mouth take control of my mind!"
"Don't stop though, it's only words," I said soothingly while hoping to encourage Mom to carry on, "Just think how it would look on video!"
Mom stared at me and then a big smile swept over her face.
"Why, do you like watching this kind of thing?" she asked and I nodded, knowing that we'd already crossed many lines.
"Sure, it's material to – errr, jerk off with," I admitted, "And it's better than if I read it."
"So where do you watch it?" asked Mom, "Not on this laptop, surely."
"No – I do it on yours, you know, when I'm out there studying," I answered, feeling that I had to tell Mom the truth and I saw Mom shaking her head slowly.
"Typical boys!" she said, "Oh well, no damage and it's all part of your education."
The story, with Mom narrating it, was somehow letting us both run free and I knew that somehow, despite talking much more freely than ever before with Mom I hadn't exceeded any limits that were currently in place.
"Huh, so how often do you, ummm, jerk off then?" asked Mom to my surprise, "Oh, and on that subject, I do wish you'd stick to one towel or something to mop up with – you get that stuff everywhere, don't you?"
She put the book down, having marked the page again and turned towards me.
"Every day you leave sticky patches on something or other – can't you be more careful?" she asked, her eyes seemingly glued to my groin.
"I don't always have a towel handy so I use what I can," I admitted, "Sorry Mom."
"Hmmm, you seem to make quite a lot too, don't you," she said, "What is it – three squirts or more?"
"Usually four or five," I said, "And sometimes they're quite strong too."
"What, up to your chest?" she asked, her legs crossing and uncrossing, "Or not that far?"
"Further – I've had some go over my head!" I said, "But that was exceptional."
"I bet it was!" said Mom brightly, as one hand pressed onto her lap then moved away quickly, "Mind you I'm not sure I believe you – that really must have been something to see if it did!"
"It did, really," I said, "I'm not lying."
"What were you watching then?" she asked, "What is it that gets you going best?"
"If you really want to know it was an incest video – you know, where the mother seduces the son or the other way around, I can't remember which," I told her, sure that I really had crossed the line this time, "They're my real favourites."
"Oh are they!" exclaimed Mom as she leaned towards the bed, "Find us one – let's watch it together."
My laptop was on the table at one side of my bed so I pulled it over onto my lap and fired it up again. Mom entered her own password and then it didn't take much to find my preferred website and a short while later a video was playing depicting a busty mother and a remarkably well-hung 'son'. They were already both naked and as Mom leaned closer so the woman on screen threw back the bedclothes and grasped the 'son's' penis, then leaned down and engulfed it into her mouth. The sound was turned off; the dubbed-on words and sounds tended to irritate me; but the action more than made up for it. I felt my cock jumping as I watched, then felt the sensation of precum oozing from the tip. I gasped quietly, but not so quiet that Mom didn't hear.
"Getting you excited is it?" she asked and I nodded quickly.
"Well, you'd better get him out then, hadn't you," she added to my complete shock, "We don't want you making a mess all over your bed, do we? Anyway, you were going to show me how far you squirt!"
"Mom!" I gasped, "I thought you were just curious and asking questions?"
"No way – I want to see the real thing – I said we'd investigate more tomorrow but your Dad's busy with his football so why not now?" asked Mom with a big grin.
It was that moment that caused everything to ramp up considerably. So far we'd merely listened to words and viewed a brief bit of porn but now Mom stood up, undid her skirt which fell to the floor, pushed back my bedclothes and eased herself onto the bed to sit next to me again. The warmth of her bare thighs was amazing and when I dared to look down at her, she was only wearing a pair of almost see-through panties that, being pale blue in colour, allowed the brown of her pubes to be seen through them. Her thighs were perfect; neither thin nor fat and even her belly was remarkably flat – she looked good.
"Might as well get comfy too," she said as she wriggled her ass around to settle beside me.
My cock though was still hidden and Mom wasn't happy.
"Come on, get him out darling," she urged, "Take your pyjamas off – you might as well, especially if you're liable to get them all messy if you don't."
For a few seconds I paused as I pondered on the morals of exposing myself to Mom. Somehow she expected me to cum while she sat there; somehow my world was about to take a huge leap into the unknown. Then something cracked inside me and without further delay I wriggled my pyjama shorts down and worked them off with my feet, then threw off my top as well then leaned back as far as I could. My penis stood there, surrounded by my pubes, glistening from the precum that had already oozed out.
"That's better darling," she crooned softly, "Now, how do we get you to cum – I mean, that's why we've got you undressed, isn't it? That's why we're watching this video."
"I won't cum by just watching it," I said, trying to be honest, then I left the words hanging.
"Oh yes, you've got to masturbate somehow, haven't you and I bet you need a bit more space?" Mom said as her hand slid over until it was resting on my thigh, "And not only that I doubt that you'll cum while you're sitting up, will you?"
I shook my head and Mom nodded hers, then she flipped the bedclothes out of the way entirely and motioned me to lie down. She leaned over me and rested the laptop on the bedclothes beside us, then pressed my chest down until I was reclining, facing slightly towards the laptop.
"That's better," she said, "Oh, hang on, I feel uncomfortable with this on as well."
A second or two later and she was removing her blouse, then shaking her substantial breasts around to get more comfy.
"Oh, that's better still," she sighed, "Right, let's get on with this!"
The video was still playing and apparently had something like fifteen minutes to go yet so we hadn't even reached the best bits but my penis still needed stimulation, something that Mom had already realised.
"Go on then, jerk it off," she said, "Make yourself cum darling – I'm waiting."
"It doesn't feel right," I admitted as my hand dithered, only vaguely touching myself, "I don't know what to do – well, not properly."
"Oh Chris, you mean you want me to do it, do you – I thought you might!" said Mom with a small laugh, "Come on then, let me get at him!"
I could hardly believe that Mom was offering to wank me – it was exciting enough just to have her in her underwear next to me but to have her touch me, to jerk me off, was beyond anything I could ever have hoped for. Sure, I loved incest porn but this was real life and was truly amazing.
Mom patted my hip and waved me to roll onto my back. From that position I couldn't really see the laptop but if Mom was going to touch me then so what!
A moment later and her warm hand was around my penis, already sliding up and down.
"Needs a bit of lubrication," she said as she leaned over me and dribbled a bit of saliva down onto my cock, "That's better!"
She picked up the pace, her hand deliciously tight around me while I lay there silently. I simply couldn't think what to say if anything – I was overwhelmed by the turn of events and the delicious sensations and anyway, Mom seemed to be an expert – her movements were both thrilling and arousing and already I could feel the pangs of an orgasm growing inside me.
"Ahhh!" I gasped eventually, unable to remain silent, "Ohhh Mom, just like that – yeah, that's brilliant!"
"Oh you like that do you?" she asked rhetorically, "I had a feeling you might!"
Her fingers continued to dance over my skin, stirring me strongly, causing my penis to jerk almost violently and my hips to do the same. She was good and as the thought passed my mind, so I felt the pulse of a bubble of precum being ejected.
"Ahhh, that's what I wanted!" said Mom quietly as her fingers spread the slippery juice around, "Smells so sexy now!"
"Feels sexy too!" I exclaimed, my mind having to release some tension, "I think I'm getting close Mom."
"Already?" she asked, "Oh, that's the wonderful thing about being young – you're so quick to cum, unlike us older folk!"
She bent over me more until I could feel her breath on my penis, then straightened again.
"I'm so tempted," she sighed, "But not today perhaps."
I didn't pursue the subject. Partially I was too scared to do so and partially I was most definitely getting quite close to erupting and my mind was absorbed in my pending orgasm. My body was also too busy preparing for my orgasm and Mom recognised the signs.
"You nearly ready?" she enquired and I nodded eagerly.
She glanced up and down, checking that nothing was liable to impede my eruptions, then tightened her fist around my cock and began to work me over. Her strokes were longer now and more sensual somehow and with every stroke she somehow thrilled the underside of my knob, so much so that every second I thought I'd be blasting off – but Mom seemed to have me under her control.
"I think you're right there, aren't you?" she asked, "Ok, let's see what happens!"
Suddenly her strokes changed; suddenly they became ten times more sexy and just as suddenly I realised that I simply couldn't stop now. I gasped loudly, then covered my mouth with my hand as I remembered that Dad was just the other side of the door – a hand that Mom quickly brushed away.
"Cumming!" I gasped, remembering to keep it quiet, "Here it cums Mom!"
Mom was really working me over now and with a final long and sexy stroke I erupted. The first pulse of cum sprayed wetly everywhere but the second one was a far more solid jet of white cum that simply flew into the air then splattered back against my cheek, neck and chest. A third jet cleared my pillow and a fourth splashed all over my chest and belly.
"Ahhh, fuck!" I managed to splutter at last, "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh Mom!"
"Wow, that was really good Chris!" she said as she released my penis and surveyed the scene, "So you were right – you do spray over your head – that's amazing!"
Mom stood up beside the bed now and reached for a towel that I had over the back of my chair, then stretched over me to clean up the spunk that had flown past my head and for a few delicious moments I had a full view of her wonderful tits – almost within sucking distance of my mouth! For a second or two I was tempted but then I held back, uncertain as to how far I could go. A few moments later and Mom was cleaning spunk from my pillow and around my head, then she dropped the towel on my belly.
"You can do the rest," she said, "And keep that towel handy in future."
She looked at my alarm clock, then bent to gather her clothes and was soon dressed again, leaving me still naked and splattered with cum. She bent again and handed me my discarded pyjamas but I just didn't want to put them back on yet. There was something so sexy about being in that state with my Mom right there beside me, but then she bent and kissed me before moving towards the door.
"Get that towel to work," she said, "And then cover up – your Dad might want to pop in and say goodnight – you never know. Oh and don't forget about tomorrow darling."
A moment later she slowly opened the door, giving me enough time to wipe most of my spunk away, then I quickly covered myself, dragging the pyjama shorts back up and sliding into my top. A few seconds later and I heard Mom talking to Dad, asking him about his football and then there was silence apart from the gentle clatter of their mugs as they enjoyed a final cup of chocolate or something and their quiet conversation.
I lay there letting the last ten minutes rerun in my mind, remembering the incredible sight of Mom's partially clad body and the way she jerked me off so well. Talk about a turn-around – every night until now Dad had read to me and although he was a good reader there hadn't been a moment relating to sex but now that Mom had taken over it had been almost all sex! I continued to lie there with my eyes shut, unwilling to alter anything but still remembering Mom's body, hand and voice – until suddenly I woke up. A quick glance at my alarm clock, just visible in the moonlight, told me that it was just after 3 am and with a happy chuckle I rolled on my side and must have fallen back to sleep in seconds, my body content and relaxed.
The following morning was awkward for a little while as I couldn't help but see Mom in a very different light, but then it was all bustle as Dad and I prepared to head off to work and college, with each of us giving Mom a goodbye kiss. Dad's was mouth to mouth and mine was usually on her cheek but today she turned towards me and held out her soft lips. I kissed them gently but she pulled me tighter to her and kissed me firmly with her tongue sliding wickedly between my lips and teeth – then she pushed me away.
"Don't forget tonight!" she reminded me and I headed off to college with a half-hard penis as a result!
Around 4 pm I was back home as usual and Mom was there to welcome me but tonight with another mouth to mouth kiss.
"Go and put your things away darling, and if you've got any work then just leave it for now," she said as she guided me towards the bedroom, "Then come and tell me when you've done."
Disposing of my college work and such was a matter of just a few moments and I returned to find Mom at her mirror, preening her make-up. Usually at night she didn't wear any so this was something of a surprise but no more so than when she finished because she stood up, turned around and pulled me to her, letting our lips meet again, even more firmly this time.
"Mmmmm," she hummed happily as her tongue delved into my mouth, "Mmmmm!"
There was the delicious taste of her lipstick as we kissed and then she was pushing me away and towards the bedroom, guiding me to my bedside then letting go.
"Get undressed darling," she said, almost urgently, "Everything off!"
As she spoke she began removing her own clothes – her dress coming off in one go, then her bra and panties quickly followed, so fast that I was still lowering my underpants as Mom stood up and smiled at me.
"I've decided," said Mom, "There's no sense in dithering around and with you off to university soon I think you need a sex education – and fast! Not only that, your Dad hadn't been performing lately so I'm all frustrated and what you've got is just what I want!"
"We're going to fuck are we?" I gasped causing Mom to look at me sharply.
"No darling, we're not – we're going to make love, not fuck," she said firmly as she sat down and then rolled over to the centre of the bed, "Now come on darling, let's get busy!"
I was still somewhat scared about the whole thing; about what to do and how to do it. Less than twenty-four hours ago I'd been totally innocent and now I was about to make love to, no commit incest, with my Mom. Not only that, Mom seemed eager to be well satisfied and I certainly wasn't sure how I measure up or how I'd perform. I clambered onto the bed and knelt there beside the outstretched body of my darling mother and gazed at her from top to toe. She looked totally delicious – her lipstick hadn't smudged and nor had her other make-up – her perfect breasts still stood proud of her chest, even though they now overflowed to each side; her waist was astonishingly trim for her age and her pussy was a well-manicured bed of brown curls that was split by a deep pink-red parting that glistened with her juices. Her legs were long (as I already knew) and looked remarkably slim and her toes gleamed with a bright pink nail varnish. I could have gazed at her for ages but Mom had other ideas.
"Come here darling, let me feel him," she said as her hand stretched out towards my penis and as if under her control I shuffled forward until her hand could surround my shaft. Her touch was like fire to me and yet was so thrilling that for a moment I thought I'd blow off right then but then as Mom slid her hand down to cup my balls so the immediate urgency left me and I regained some control. A few seconds later though and she was back with her hand now sliding up and down my penis, slipping my foreskin over my knob and back until I felt a pulse within me and a bubble of precum oozed from the tip.
"Ohhh, look at him," crooned Mom as her thumb spread my precum everywhere, "So strong and big!"
I frowned as she described my penis because while I knew inside that it was flattery I also enjoyed it and seemed to feel my penis swelling and growing; a sensation that Mom somehow felt too.
"I think he's all ready for me, isn't he?" she breathed softly, "I don't want you going down on me or anything this time, I just want to feel him inside me, so come on, come over between my legs darling."
More willingly this time I moved, lifting one leg after the other over hers until I was poised over her pussy, my cock jerking with my pulse, thrilled with the idea of being inside my Mom. A drip of precum fell from my penis and settled in her little forest and Mom immediately reached down and massaged it into her skin with a big smile on her face.
"I think you'd better get him inside me," she said as her hands met and parted her lips, "We don't want him going off before he gets in, do we? Come on darling, slide him up and down between my lips and then put him in – I'm all ready."
I understood and bending down I was able to press my cock between the lips of her pussy. Immediately I felt the heat from her body and also the slipperiness there and realising what needed doing I slid my penis all the way down her slit, gathering her juices on my cock as I went. It glistened now, the knob glowing with blood under pressure inside and my shaft as hard as I'd ever known it.
"That's the idea, sweetheart," said Mom softly, "Now, try putting him in – come on."
For a moment or two I was lost, not knowing exactly where to go but then Mom's hands stretched her slit open with her fingers on either side of her vagina. Her little clit stood just above it and having located that I began to understand where I was. I took a deep breath and leaned closer and as I did so I felt Mom's fingers guiding me and then the warm, wet, slippery tightness of her vagina as it swallowed my cock entirely.
"Ohhh fuck!" I gasped, "Ohhh Mom, that's brilliant!"
"It'll feel even better when you start moving him in and out," she answered, "I'll let you get used to the feeling and then you can start making love to me."
I did just that, allowed my penis to soak in the warm bath that was her vagina and then, realising that there was more to sex than just putting my cock in a hole I started to move. I was a little shaky at first, not knowing now far or how hard to pump my cock in and out and not really knowing what Mom would like the best but Mom came to my aid.
"You've got the idea," she said, "Now, push deeper until you can't go any further, then slide almost all the way out. You can adjust the angle if you like; you might even find my G-spot if you're lucky but make sure you keep on sliding in and out – yessss, like that!"
It was quite easy to get used to the idea and as I became more confident so I pumped harder and faster, so much so that Mom gasped and jerked strongly around me.
"Ohhh Chris, I thought I was going to cum then," she said, "Keep going, keep doing whatever it was that you were doing!"
I did, pumping steadily and feeling both Mom's body and mine responding as our degree of stimulation became more intense. Mom kept gasping and jerking around but right now it was I who was getting there, it seemed. Suddenly I was feeling as if I was about to cum; suddenly my cock felt bigger and harder and stronger and suddenly I realised that a few more thrusts – no, one more now, would be enough to send me over the top.
"Ahhh, Mom, I'm gonna cum – I know it!" I spluttered as I did my best to hold off, "Ohh fuck – here it cums!"
A moment later and I could feel my spunk squirting powerfully from me in jet after jet that created a warm pool of fluid around my cock and at that moment too Mom suddenly seemed to rouse from her sensation-induced dream world.
"No Chris, don't – you mustn't!" she gasped as she squirmed strongly beneath me, "I'm not on the pill or anything!"
Her movements were enough to dislodge me and my penis sprang from her vagina, sending a last jet of cum straight up over her pubes and her belly. I shuddered violently as I blew my last load from my penis, then managed to hold myself still as I looked down at Mom. I could feel that she wanted to squeeze her legs together but with me kneeling between them that was impossible and instead she slapped her hand over her pussy.
"Oh damn, you did, didn't you?" she moaned as her fingers delved into her pussy, "Damn, how much did you pump up there?"
"I don't know, I've no idea," I answered truthfully, "Three lots I think – maybe four."
For a few moments Mom did nothing and I could tell that she was thinking, then she finally smiled at me, a somewhat lopsided smile that said that she wasn't sure.
"It's ok, I think," she said, "I'm pretty certain that I'm safe this week, at least if I've got it right."
"I hope so," I answered, "I didn't know you could get pregnant that easily!"
"Of course you can – all it takes is one little sperm – just one and you must have pumped millions into me," she said, "I'll have to nip to the chemists tomorrow morning."
She paused while she examined her spunk-slimed fingers then smiled again.
"I'm not on the pill because your Dad hasn't been up there for quite a while and not only that he hasn't been able to cum either," she said, "But don't you go spreading that around."
"Of course I won't," I said, "And I'm sorry Mom."
"Wasn't your fault," she said, still looking at the cum that adorned her fingers, "It was mine and to tell the truth it was what I wanted – well kind of."
"Eh?" I queried, "How do you mean."
Mom took a deep breath, then brought her fingers to her mouth, sucked them clean then grinned naughtily at me.
"I wanted your spunk – I wanted to feel you squirting up inside me," she said with a big smile, "It's been so long and I love the feeling of a man cumming inside me."
"So you enjoyed it, did you?" I asked, feeling my penis responding and beginning to lift up once again.
"Except for one thing," said Mom, "I didn't cum – I was so close but then you came first and I panicked I think. Ohhh, are you getting hard again?"
I nodded as my cock jerked and lifted into full stiffness again, the sight of Mom with her pussy exposed and now leaking my cum being more than enough to excite him thoroughly.
"Come on then, we'll have to risk it," said Mom as she settled back on the bed again, "Must make sure I get to the chemists though."
I stood there wondering exactly what to do but Mom beckoned me with one hand.
"Come on, I want him back inside me and this time it'll be my turn to cum, ok?" she said as she smiled at me, "I'm all ready – you've made me so slippery that you'll pop right in there so easily."
I got the hint and quickly climbed between her legs once again, feeling somewhat more confident this time. I leaned over her and then, daringly I bent and kissed one nipple, causing Mom to gasp and grin.
"Now don't you start doing that as well!" she said, "My nipples are ever so sensitive – you'll set me off in a moment!"
I stretched and kissed the other one too, ensuring that I sucked the raspberry-sized nugget into my mouth as well and Mum gasped anew while her body arched up towards me.
"Ohhh I said don't!" she gasped, "Ohhh Chris, put him in, put him in!"
I lowered my body over hers and let the natural angle of my penis slide him up and into her hole and this time he fitted perfectly and so easily. I was buried to the hilt in seconds, the sensation bringing gasps from both Mom and I.
"Ohhh Chris, yesss," she hissed as her vagina tightened around me, "Now slide in and out, you know, like you did before."
I ensured that my strokes were long and steady and with each insertion Mom's body tightened and lifted to meet me and was accompanied by ever-increasing gasps and erotic sounds. I could feel waves of pressure washing over me as Mom's vagina enjoyed the length and thickness of my cock, her pussy both gripping and stroking me as I pumped in and out. This may have been my second fuck inside a few minutes but even so, I could already feel my orgasm beginning to build and did my best to hold it back. I remembered Mom saying that she wanted to cum this time and built my fuck on that premise, working my penis in and out steadily, doing my best to thrill and excite Mom first and foremost. Much to my pleasure it seemed to be working as Mom's body began to jerk and spasm and then, when she brought her own fingers into play on her clit it all ramped up until her body was throwing itself around almost wildly and it was all I could do to retain my place.
"Are you cumming Mom?" I asked and she nodded quickly, her fingers still working hard, my cock still pumping in and out.
"Very close now!" she cried and as she spoke I felt a gush of her juices flood down and over my penis, soaking my balls in seconds.
"Ohhh fuck – here it cums – don't stop, please don't stop!" she cried as her legs closed over the back of my thighs and her spare arm closed over my shoulders, "Ahhh, yesss, I'm cumming, I'm cumming!"
Her body simply lost control of itself for a little while and it was only her legs and arms that held me in place and it was at that moment that I realised that I too was about to climax.
"Mom, Mom, I'm going to cum too!" I spluttered as her legs tightened around me and pulled me deeper into her, "Fuck – cumming, cumming – oh Mom!"
"Yes, yes, do it!" she cried as she urged me on, "Ohhh, you're making me cum again – oh it's wonderful, it's brilliant, it's lovely!"
Once again she lost control of her body and for a few moments I thought she'd squeeze the life out of my cock but then she relaxed and slumped, her arm and legs falling back onto the bed. I too felt totally washed out, almost unable to move but totally happy and I just lay there on top of her heaving body until Mom patted my back.
"Come on darling," she said, "You're getting heavy there and I can feel everything running out of me – I want to clean up a bit."
I gathered my strength and lifted away from her until only my cock linked us and then, as Mom gently pushed me I pulled away entirely and knelt upright, my penis soon losing his rigidity.
"Goodness me, what a fuck!" said Mom with a wicked smile, "I'd never have guessed that that was your first time! Mind you, next time I'll want you to last longer – one orgasm isn't really enough for me!"
"It was my first time, honestly," I said as I watched Mom patting and rubbing herself dry, "And thank you Mom, that was incredible."
"Was good, wasn't it!" she laughed, "And I think that was the first of many."
I looked somewhat bemused and Mom continued.
"Since your Dad isn't up to it and we get a few hours after college and before he comes home we might as well make use of it!" she said happily, "I'll get on the pill and then we won't have to worry, will we?"
I shook my head – the last thing I wanted was for Mom to get pregnant with my baby – I could just imagine the uproar. But then I felt myself smiling hugely as the overall idea sank in. A fuck pretty well every day – what more could I want!
"Hey!" Mom added, "You're going to be idle until you go to uni aren't you?"
I nodded, now remembering that I had a lengthy break ahead of me and smiled back at Mom.
"I've a funny feeling that I won't get much housework done!" she said with a laugh, "And hey, what about me reading a story to you each night – is that still on?"
"Yeah definitely!" I said as Mom climbed off the bed and came and kissed me, "Don't fancy Dad taking over, thank you!"
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