Mum's Private Lessons

Can I do it for you?

See, it’s not really that hard or intimidating, nothing to be scared or nervous about.” I had forgotten about concealing the tent my erection was making, and she noticed it, “Adam! Are you hard?”

“Oh my God, I forgot, I’m sorry!”

“No sweetie, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have reacted like that. Honestly, it would be more shocking if you WEREN’T hard after seeing all that for the first time.”

“Really, you’re not mad at me?”

“No not at all, getting turned on isn’t always in our control, sometimes it just happens, and for a boy who’s curious about s*x to see and touch a woman like that, it’s completely understandable.”

“OK” I said bashfully, “I wasn’t trying to get turned on, but since I wasn’t able to finish myself when you came in, I’m just REALLY hard right now.”

“Oh my God , sweetheart, you’re right, I totally forgot about that!” she laughed a little bit “you must be dying!”

I just gave her an awkward, embarrassed sort of smile. She looked at me thoughtfully, “OK, remove the blanket.” I didn’t move, unsure if I should expose myself to my mother, fearful I might get into trouble somehow. “Go ahead” she encouraged. I did as I was told and lifted the blanket just up and over my throbbing erection.

My mother scooted up right next to me. Without hesitation, she reached out and grabbed my d**k and started slowly gliding her hand up and down the shaft. It felt great, her hand was cool on my red-hot c**k. I stared in disbelief as she stroked me.

“Have you ever had a hand job?” she asked, very matter of factly. I shook my head “no” without looking away from her hand wrapped around me. “Well, this is a hand job. Just like when you finger a girl, your fingers are supposed to feel like your p***s is inside her. With a hand Job her hand is supposed to feel like a v****a is around your p***s. Makes sense?” I nodded, still not looking away as she kept stroking while she talked. “In other words, fingering is you using your hands to make her have an orgasm, and a hand job is her using her hands to make YOU have an orgasm. Now have you heard of a blow job?” my ears perked up, but I shook my head “no”, not wanting to throw my friend Mike under the bus. “Well, a blow job is like a hand job, except that the girl puts your p***s in her mouth and moves her head up and down.. Or back and forth, depending on how you’re positioned. But it’s the same idea, her mouth is supposed to feel like the v****a and make you c*m that way. Now. If the girl is really good, she’ll do two things; one, she’ll also use her hands while giving you a blow job, this can make it feel even better for you, but it takes a girl who knows what she’s doing. And two, she’ll have you c*m inside of her mouth, and she’ll swallow it. This also helps make it feel better, and makes a cleaner experience. Make sense?” I nodded, God that sounded amazing.

“Now Adam, look at me”, she took her hand off of my c**k and I turned to face her. She looked me right in the eyes, there was genuine concern in them. “I don’t know if we should be doing this” gesturing towards my hard on, “honestly we shouldn’t have done ANY of this. This isn’t something that mothers do with their sons”, she was getting upset, “I didn’t mean for this to happen. I shouldn’t have shown you my v****a, I just wanted to answer your questions, and I felt bad that your only knowledge is coming from a completely unrealistic magazine, so I just wanted you to see what a normal woman looks like down there. I let it get carried away by having you touch me, and now here I am touching you!”

“I liked it!” it almost came out like a shout, but I couldn’t help myself. “I know you aren’t trying to do so something wrong with me, and I know that this isn’t something that sons are supposed to do with their mom’s, but I asked you and you showed me what it was like to feel a v****a, and now I’m so horny it hurts, and you are just being nice, and all I can think about is you touching me again!” My voice raised itself as I spoke.

“Really, you’re not grossed out? You’re not thinking to yourself ‘why is my mom doing this, I want her to stop’?”

“No. I mean, I was embarrassed when you first walked in, cuz I don’t want ANYONE to catch me playing with myself, let alone you or dad! But you made me feel better. And I would’ve never have been able to simply ASK a girl anything about s*x, cuz I’d look stupid or inexperienced, but you had just walked in on me naked, and you asked if I had any questions, so I figured ‘why not, I can’t get any more embarrassed’” I laughed, and she smiled at me. “I’m not good with girls, and I didn’t wanna freak out the first time I saw a v****a, so I’m glad I saw one, and now I know what it’s like to play with one too! My friends, or dad, could never have helped me with that. And yes, of course I want to know what it’s like to have someone else make me c*m, and if you’re willing to show me then I’m grateful, not grossed out!”

She smiled at me and looked relieved. “Well… would you like me to continue?” she asked me hesitantly. I gave a quick little nod. She grinned, “Hand me that lotion, sweetie” she pointed at the pump bottle on the other side of my bed. I reached over and grabbed it.