Getting started with Mom
It's a Sunday morning back in the early 1960's, about 5:00 am, and I'm laying in bed nude, silently yanking on my throbbing erection in the dark. I'd just gotten home from delivering my newspaper route and to the best of my knowledge, my parents and younger broth ers are all still as leep. The bed sheet was pulled down, so my hand wouldn't make any noise as I furiously pumped the shaft and rubbed the sensitive glans with my thumb. My penis was leaking copious amounts of pre-cum, which I collected on my left palm, then licked off, so as to not leave patches of wetness on the sheets. I knew my mother was aware of my activities because of a comment that she'd recently made about the stiff patches the she'd observed when doing the laundry. I was somewhat embarrassed that she knew, and took little comfort in her assurance that it was normal for boys my age to "experiment". I was so wrapped up in my attempt to climax that I didn't hear my bedroom door open, but suddenly I was aware that someone had entered my darkened room. I immediately stopped jacking off, and pulled the bed sheet up, which made a tent over my rigid pole. The intruder carefully closed the door and walked across the room to my bed and sat on the edge. It was my mother. She slid her hand along the top of the bed until her fingers touched my knee, then slowly moved her hand along my leg until it neared my raging hard-on. "Would you like some help with that?" she whispered, and without waiting for an answer, wrapped her right hand around my sheet covered shaft, while her left hand found its way under the sheet and began to stroke my pubic hairs. Then she released her right hand, pulled the sheet down, and resumed her grip on my hard dick. "My goodness, you leak a lot", she whispered, then I felt her long hair tickling my hips, and suddenly the head of my cock was surrounded by the delicious warmth of her mouth.
The sensation of my mother's lips surrounding my teenage dick, her tongue licking gently across the glans, was exquisite. Although she had just begun her oral administrations, I felt that I would soon be erupting my load of sperm into her mouth, so I tapped her shoulder to warn her. She reached up, grabbed my wrist, and pulled it down so that my hand cupped her pendulous C-cup breast, and I marveled at its heft as her nipple hardened to a point in the palm of my hand. I tried, in vain, to refocus my thoughts, hoping to delay my inevitable orgasm. I recalled, how a few hours before, I had awoken, assembled my newspapers, and headed out in the darkness on my bicycle to deliver forty-odd Sunday papers..... it was no use. I felt my stomach muscles tighten, and suddenly I was in the throes of the most incredible, intense orgasm I'd ever had, and Mom's mouth stayed wrapped around my penis, as I filled it with my sperm. Her hand reached up, and pulled my hand away from her heavy breast, and moved it to her own crotch. She wasn't wearing any underpants, and I marveled at the massive expanse of hair. Her bush covered at least three times the area of my own public patch, and as my fingers explored, I discovered that she was incredible wet down there. "Taste your fingers", she urged.......
I did as my mother suggested, and drew my fingers up to my mouth, first inhaling deeply to savor the aroma, which was a real turn on. I licked Mom's pussy nectar off my fingers, then returned my hand to her crotch, dipping three fingers into her warm core. My thumb found the hardened nub of her clitoris, and she stiffened, lifting her mouth off my spent, but still hard dick. "That feels wonderful", she hissed. "Its your turn to do me now" she announced in a whisper, as she re-positioned herself in the bed, knees straddling each side of my head, and her hands grasping the headboard. Then she slowly lowered her body, and rubbed her massive bush back and forth against my face, eventually settling in one position. "Lick my clit", she commanded, and I did .....
I couldn't believe this was actually happening, as I wrapped my lips around my mother's rigid clitoris while simultaneously circling the shaft with my tongue. My nose was buried in her expansive bush, and I had to close my eyes to keep the hairs from irritating my eyeballs. The room was too dark to see anything, anyway. The bed rocked silently, as Mom bucked her hips, thrusting her cunt into my face, as my hands found the cheeks of her ample butt. . I'd heard about oral sex from locker room talk with my friends, and had even read about it in a paperback about lesbians that I'd bought at a news stand near the train depot a few months prior, but nothing could have prepared me for today. The sensations that I'd felt moments before, as my mother had sucked me to a thundering climax, were still fresh in my mind, and now this! I was actually "eating" a pussy! And loving it! Mom seemed to be having a good time, too. "Don't stop", she whispered, and I didn't .......
I kept my lips locked to Mom's crotch, lapping with my tongue, and suckling on her long, pliant labia. It took much longer than I would have imagined, but eventually it was apparent by the way she bucked her pelvis and panted as her breathing became somewhat laboured. "Oh, Cam", she exclaimed. "I'm" (pause) "going" (pause) "to cum", and her body stiffened, an she sighed contentedly. Eventually, she lifted herself off my face, and slid down in the bed. She lowered her head over my still hard cock and sucked it into her warm mouth. This time I lasted longer, but with the same result. My abdominal muscles tightened, and my dick began to pump out its warm seed into her eager mouth. I must have been a bit loud as I climaxed, too, because she had to reach up and put her hand over my my mouth, lest I awaken the others in the house.
After I settled down a bit, Mom lay down along side of me, and kissed me on the lips. "You were wonderful", she whispered. "With a little practice, you're going to make some girl very happy". With that, she arose from my bed, pulled my sheet back over me, and exited my bedroom as silently as she had entered it.
The following week, when we were alone, we talked about what we had done. I told her I had no regrets. Stressing that we would need to be discrete, she asked whether I would want to do that again? (Are you k**ding me? Of course, yes!) The ground rules were simple: we would gratify each other orally and manually only. No penetration (except, of course, fingers). I assured her that I would like nothing better, and she responded that eventually I would find a girl my own age to "play around" with, but in the meantime, she would be honored to be my teacher.
Over the next several years, we were intimate at least a hundred times, usually in the silent darkness, while the rest of our household slept, but there also more than a few events during daytime hours, when no one else was around, and we didn't have to worry about keeping quiet.
This continued until I went off to university. Many years later, I learned that she had similarly taught each of my younger siblings the art of pleasing a woman. I'm not sure whether Mom had a "thing" for boys of a certain age, or she was simply an advocate of home schooling, but either way, I'm grateful that she decided to tutor me. The skills she taught me have lasted a lifetime.
The sensation of my mother's lips surrounding my teenage dick, her tongue licking gently across the glans, was exquisite. Although she had just begun her oral administrations, I felt that I would soon be erupting my load of sperm into her mouth, so I tapped her shoulder to warn her. She reached up, grabbed my wrist, and pulled it down so that my hand cupped her pendulous C-cup breast, and I marveled at its heft as her nipple hardened to a point in the palm of my hand. I tried, in vain, to refocus my thoughts, hoping to delay my inevitable orgasm. I recalled, how a few hours before, I had awoken, assembled my newspapers, and headed out in the darkness on my bicycle to deliver forty-odd Sunday papers..... it was no use. I felt my stomach muscles tighten, and suddenly I was in the throes of the most incredible, intense orgasm I'd ever had, and Mom's mouth stayed wrapped around my penis, as I filled it with my sperm. Her hand reached up, and pulled my hand away from her heavy breast, and moved it to her own crotch. She wasn't wearing any underpants, and I marveled at the massive expanse of hair. Her bush covered at least three times the area of my own public patch, and as my fingers explored, I discovered that she was incredible wet down there. "Taste your fingers", she urged.......
I did as my mother suggested, and drew my fingers up to my mouth, first inhaling deeply to savor the aroma, which was a real turn on. I licked Mom's pussy nectar off my fingers, then returned my hand to her crotch, dipping three fingers into her warm core. My thumb found the hardened nub of her clitoris, and she stiffened, lifting her mouth off my spent, but still hard dick. "That feels wonderful", she hissed. "Its your turn to do me now" she announced in a whisper, as she re-positioned herself in the bed, knees straddling each side of my head, and her hands grasping the headboard. Then she slowly lowered her body, and rubbed her massive bush back and forth against my face, eventually settling in one position. "Lick my clit", she commanded, and I did .....
I couldn't believe this was actually happening, as I wrapped my lips around my mother's rigid clitoris while simultaneously circling the shaft with my tongue. My nose was buried in her expansive bush, and I had to close my eyes to keep the hairs from irritating my eyeballs. The room was too dark to see anything, anyway. The bed rocked silently, as Mom bucked her hips, thrusting her cunt into my face, as my hands found the cheeks of her ample butt. . I'd heard about oral sex from locker room talk with my friends, and had even read about it in a paperback about lesbians that I'd bought at a news stand near the train depot a few months prior, but nothing could have prepared me for today. The sensations that I'd felt moments before, as my mother had sucked me to a thundering climax, were still fresh in my mind, and now this! I was actually "eating" a pussy! And loving it! Mom seemed to be having a good time, too. "Don't stop", she whispered, and I didn't .......
I kept my lips locked to Mom's crotch, lapping with my tongue, and suckling on her long, pliant labia. It took much longer than I would have imagined, but eventually it was apparent by the way she bucked her pelvis and panted as her breathing became somewhat laboured. "Oh, Cam", she exclaimed. "I'm" (pause) "going" (pause) "to cum", and her body stiffened, an she sighed contentedly. Eventually, she lifted herself off my face, and slid down in the bed. She lowered her head over my still hard cock and sucked it into her warm mouth. This time I lasted longer, but with the same result. My abdominal muscles tightened, and my dick began to pump out its warm seed into her eager mouth. I must have been a bit loud as I climaxed, too, because she had to reach up and put her hand over my my mouth, lest I awaken the others in the house.
After I settled down a bit, Mom lay down along side of me, and kissed me on the lips. "You were wonderful", she whispered. "With a little practice, you're going to make some girl very happy". With that, she arose from my bed, pulled my sheet back over me, and exited my bedroom as silently as she had entered it.
The following week, when we were alone, we talked about what we had done. I told her I had no regrets. Stressing that we would need to be discrete, she asked whether I would want to do that again? (Are you k**ding me? Of course, yes!) The ground rules were simple: we would gratify each other orally and manually only. No penetration (except, of course, fingers). I assured her that I would like nothing better, and she responded that eventually I would find a girl my own age to "play around" with, but in the meantime, she would be honored to be my teacher.
Over the next several years, we were intimate at least a hundred times, usually in the silent darkness, while the rest of our household slept, but there also more than a few events during daytime hours, when no one else was around, and we didn't have to worry about keeping quiet.
This continued until I went off to university. Many years later, I learned that she had similarly taught each of my younger siblings the art of pleasing a woman. I'm not sure whether Mom had a "thing" for boys of a certain age, or she was simply an advocate of home schooling, but either way, I'm grateful that she decided to tutor me. The skills she taught me have lasted a lifetime.
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