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Larry's Sexual Journey

By: purfecthost



Introduction

It was my typical Friday evening. Standing naked on a small stage while the art class studied and drew my body. I'd been doing this for quite a few months now and the much needed money from this one evening saved me having to slave for a couple or more evenings in a store or diner.

I'd read a notice on one of the student boards back at the start of term and after making a few enquiries decided to try it out. The first few times were embarrassing and I'm sure the students needed a lot of bright red if they were to paint me accurately. What did surprise me though was my lack of erections. I thought that would be the hardest part, if you'll forgive the pun.

Well, that was over three months ago and I was now very comfortable with my nudity and posing. In other words, there wasn't much need for lots of bright red paint. I was surprised though that they used me as I'm no Greek God sculpted from marble. I'm 5' 7" weighing about 200lbs, very little of which is muscle. I've a healthy appetite as the extra lbs and my large waist are testimony to. As for my other statistic. I've honestly never really measured it accurately, but I remember at high school, when over at a friend's house, we dared each other to measure our dicks. His was 6" and mine was 5" and it hasn't grown any in the years since. So, I'm not really gifted in that department either. You can now understand why I'm surprised they use me.

So, back to my typical Friday evening. It was quitting time and I was thinking about the rest of my 'typical Friday' while I got dressed when, the door opened and Jennifer, the class tutor walked in.

"Hi Jenn," I said. "How did it go tonight?"

"It went well Larry. I've come with a proposition for you," she said.

"Oh, that sounds interesting," I said laughingly.

"How would you like to earn more money?"

"Is that a trick question?" I replied smiling.

"No" she laughed. "Would you be interested?"

"Are you wanting me to work an extra night?"

"It's for a different group completely and quite different from what you're doing now."

Her statement certainly piqued my curiosity, so I asked her what she meant.

"I run another more intimate art group. More erotic and we've an opening for a male model."

"More intimate?"

"Yes. It will involve erotic sittings. Erect penises and simulated sex acts."

My open mouth and the shocked expression made her laugh. 

"You don't have to say yes. You can say no. It pays twice as much as you get now and it's sexually safe. There will be no touching from the students and I'll be directing the sessions."

She noticed that I was giving it serious consideration and continued. 

"The first session would be you standing sporting an erection. All you'd have to do is try and maintain it."

"That would mean me having to stroke it occasionally to keep it hard."

"Yes. Exactly," she replied.

"Is that all I'd have to do?"

"If that's all you're comfortable doing, then yes. Think about it and let me know. The class doesn't start until the new year."

I finished getting dressed and headed back to my apartment via McD's drive through. And so ended my not so typical Friday.

The following couple of weeks were busy with college work and going home to visit my mom. My mom lived about thirty miles away in the next town. She is a 51 yr old widow and was able to retire early. My father dying suddenly had sucked the life out of her and after a few months of going through the motions in work, she was a teacher, she realised that real-life was no longer for her. My father's life insurance allowed her to retire and live fairly comfortable and she started her grieving by withdrawing from the world. During those three years I'd gone home as often as possible. Watching her eat her way through grief and unable to help her. However, I could see that lately she had started to come alive again. The smiles were beginning to return to her eyes and she was more upbeat. And while we have always been close and able to talk, I never told her about my modelling and definitely couldn't talk over Jenn's proposition. Jenn needed an answer at the next session and while I was almost certain I'd take it, there was still a doubt. I was worried about my mom finding out.

Larry's Sexual Journey Ch. 02



Decision time

Friday arrived and I was in the changing room getting ready when Jenn walked in. On my first evening of posing it was scary when she came in. I instinctively covered up and she laughed. "No point doing that Larry. I'll be seeing all in a few moments anyway." We both laughed and it really helped settle my first day nerves.

When I stepped out onto the stage for the first time, I was worried I'd get a boner and be embarrassed. However, a boner was the last thing on my mind as I viewed a room of about twenty undergrads, most of whom were girls. If there was any penile reaction, it was to shrink away. I hoped they weren't expecting 'supercock'. If they were, they were going to be mightily disappointed. That was ten weeks ago. Now I was ready to take the next step.

"How're you doing Larry? Keeping well?" Jenn asked.

"Yes thanks. All is good."

"Have you made a decision yet?" she asked.

"I'll give it a try."

"Thanks Larry," she smiled. "You ready for this evening?"

"As ready as I'll ever be."

As usual Jenn had the stage set. Tonight I was lying back on a sofa, with my left arm up along the top and my right hand on my right thigh. Gently, she lifted my penis from between my thighs and laid it against my right thigh. That was the first she'd ever handled me and I had to fight the tingling that was starting within my cock. Is this what I would be in for in the new class? Thankfully thinking of something completely different cooled the sensations.

When the session was over Jenn dropped in, while I changed, for a chat about the new set-up the following term.

"It will be in here as usual Larry. I'll have the stage set and I'll get you posed. I hope you didn't mind me touching you this evening. It's what I'll be doing from now on to get the correct pose. Might that be a problem?"

"No. Not at all," I said and my cock twitched at the prospect. I hoped she didn't notice it getting thicker. "I was a bit surprised but it was no big deal."

"That's good. Next week at the same time then?" she asked.

"Yes. Not a problem."

Off she went and off I went to get my McD's.

The following week passed quietly and Friday soon arrived. It was the last session of the term. As usual Jenn arrived in as I changed and told me that since this was to be the last session it was to be a fun one and before I could ask what she meant, she produced some tinsel and tied it in a bow around my cock.

"You look wonderful," she said sarcastically. "Let's go."

She led me out and positioned me on a stool. Made me put my feet on the side rungs forcing my legs apart and showing off my tinsel decorated penis. She lifted it gently and made sure it was in full view of everyone. Her soft, warm and tender touch brought the tingles back to my cock and I had to concentrate hard to stop getting stiff. The class laughed when they saw my 'clothing' and Jenn got them settled and started.

At the end she dismissed the class and accompanied me back into the changing room.

"Let me take that off for you Larry," she said. "After all it was me that tied it on."

I stood facing her and she hunkered down in front, her face level with my crotch. I don't know if she deliberately took her time, or just had difficulty untying the bow, because she seemed to stay there a long time and her warm breath on my cock was doing things to me. 

"I'm sorry Larry but I seem to have messed this up," she announced with a grin. "I've put it into a knot and I'll have to pull it off if that's ok? I hope it won't hurt."

"Fire away," I said and she tried.

She gently tugged at it and dragged it and my foreskin forward stretching my cock. The tinsel snagged on the head of my cock It was a strange but pleasant sensation and I tried hard not to react, but, with the combination of her tugging and her warm breath, my cock reacted as all cocks do when played with.

"Sorry Larry. I didn't mean for that to happen," she said apologetically.

Meanwhile my cock was growing harder and thicker making the tinsel dig deeper into the shaft.

"I seem to be making this worse," she said as she sat transfixed at my now erect cock.

I could see the back of her neck getting redder and imagined her face would be quite flushed too.

"It's no big deal," I said as I attempted to take over. I was enjoying being in the situation of having my stiff cock pointing at her, her not being freaked out and especially as it wasn't my fault. Is this what exhibitionism feels like I wondered. If it was then I was going to make the most of it.

I twisted the tinsel round to try and find the knot. It did nothing to ease my predicament. Instead it made me harder. Now I was blushing. Intending to help she grasped the head of my cock firmly. Gave it a squeeze. Kept up the pressure and watched as my cock slowly deflated. The erection had stretched the tinsel enough to make it easier to remove, which she did very carefully.

"Thanks," I said.

"My pleasure," she replied. "After all it was my fault."

Then looking directly at my cock she gently rubbed it saying, "Sorry fella for putting you through all that."

Once again it reacted and she pulled back saying, "Oops. Sorry Larry. I seem to be doing all the wrong things this evening."

"It's fine," I said smiling. "By the looks of things he doesn't mind either."

We both laughed and it seemed to ease the situation.

I proceeded to get dressed tucking my deflating cock comfortably into my shorts before putting on my shirt, socks, jeans and shoes. All the while she talked to me, asking what I hoped to do over the Christmas and New Year break. I told her I'd be staying with my mom and having a quiet time with her. She told me that she and her husband were hoping to get away for some winter sun in Cancun. I wished her well and hoped she had a great holiday and got a good tan. Then she gave me a quick, friendly hug and left.

Christmas and New Year passed quietly. Mom was a lot brighter and it was good to see her enjoying herself again. I didn't ask what had changed in her life to bring about this transformation as I didn't want to spoil it. Maybe she had decided to make an effort to start dating again. Had she met someone? Whatever it was I was grateful for it. 

We spent a lot of time together watching TV and renting out some DVDs. We spent quiet times too; her reading while I did some college work. We didn't talk much about our separate lives and I certainly wasn't going to tell her about my new modelling assignment. I was unsure how she'd react and I definitely didn't want to derail her recovery from her grieving.



Larry's Sexual Journey Ch. 03



If you're looking hot and heavy sex, then this is not the story for you.

It's a slow moving and gentle story. It's an easy and light read.

*****

Session 1

Soon it was time to go back to college and the prospect of not only standing naked in front of people, but also wantonly sporting a boner. The thought excited me and throughout the week whenever it came to mind I could feel my cock thickening. During some of the mind-numbing classes, I had to re-adjust it frequently.

Friday eventually arrived and the excitement of having to stand in front of strangers with a boner, as well as having to maintain it, had me stiff before I left my apartment. But I was also worried I might not be able to 'perform'. Hey, I'm a young red-blooded male. It couldn't be that difficult. Could it???

On arrival Jenn came in and checked that I was still ok with it all. I told her I was and she explained what was going to happen. "You'll be lying back in bed looking at a porn magazine and simulating a masturbation session. Don't turn any pages and keep your hand perfectly still on your cock unless it starts to soften and you need a few strokes to regain the erection. As in your previous sessions, stillness is paramount. Any questions?"

"No. None I can think of," I replied.

"Nervous?"

" A bit."

"You'll be fine," she said with a smile.

"Nice tan by the way. Hope you had a great time."

"I did thanks and tanning by the pool helped me relax."

"I won't impose by asking if there are any white bits," I said with a wink.

"Then I won't spoil your fantasy by answering," she smiled.

She then advised me to think about getting my erection ready. Suddenly I realised that I hadn't thought about that part. I was going to have to stroke myself in front of Jenn. That thought made me feel strange. A nice strange though. Jenn just stood, watched and waited. It seemed like an age before I started stroking but I'm sure it wasn't even seconds. Slowly at first I stretched my manhood. I pulled my foreskin back revealing the head. For a moment I thought 'little Willy' wasn't going to perform. But thankfully he responded and slowly stiffened. Standing in front of a virtual stranger and stroking my cock to an erection was strange. I would never have thought I'd ever have the nerve to do it never mind the chance to. If anything it added to the sensations that were beginning to develop at the base of my cock and spread into my ball sack.

"Excellent," she said. "And if you're ready, let's go. By the way. If I think it needs some attention, I'll buzz you. I've put a little vibrator under the pillow. If you feel it vibrating then please stroke your penis to get it stiffer. " 

There weren't as many students this time and they were all mature. At least around my mom's age and older. They were also all female and a lot closer to the stage too. Jenn made the introduction telling them that the title of this evening's class was 'The Male Erection'.

She then posed me on the bed with my legs spread showing my cock in all its glory before giving me the porn magazine. Moving to the foot of the bed she placed her hand on the hand that held my cock and moved it until she was happy with it. As she took her hand away she brushed against the tip if my cock. I looked at her and she smiled. I was surprised to find the magazine she gave me was actually porn and the picture she'd selected was one of a naked older woman with the fingers of her right hand playing with her pussy while she had her left nipple squeezed between the finger and thumb of her left hand. It was a very sexy photo and it certainly helped my erection. 

As the class progressed some of the ladies felt the need to leave their easels, walk up to the stage and looked studiously at my cock. I don't know whether it was their attention to detail or the thought of getting a free, lingering look at a young stiff cock, but I wasn't complaining. Each time they did I got a tingling in my balls that certainly helped and on one occasion when it twitched at one of the ladies she looked me in the eye and smiled. 

Later on it started to soften, but before Jenn could buzz I gave it a couple of strokes and a quick squeeze to bring it back to life. I thought I heard a few quiet moans but wasn't sure. It made me smile. Hopefully the magazine hid that from the ladies.

Sitting in front of a group of mature ladies with a stiff cock was strangely exciting and they continued throughout the session to leave their easels occasionally and come up for a closer look. 

I paid attention to my cock and Jenn had only to buzz me once. I made a mental note to place the buzzer under my balls next time and see what sensations that caused. The evening wore on and as I kept stroking my cock I soon realised that a massive orgasm was starting to build. I prayed I could last until I got home or at least to the changing room. I didn't want the humiliation of spurting my jizz in front of everyone. Pre-cum was already leaking out and it seemed the ladies became more interested in viewing my cock from close quarters. Pretending, by holding their pencils out, to form some notion of scale and not to be looking at my cock juice oozing out.

To stop it from dripping onto the sheets I periodically spread it over my cockhead making it glisten under the studio lights and strangely enough every time I did the ladies would come up for a closer inspection. And every time they did I got the tingles again. I couldn't wait to get home and have the biggest orgasm I'd had in a long while. Having mature women viewing my cock from as close as a foot away was invigorating and it made me braver and more daring. The next time they approached I stroked it in front of them. I could hear them moan quietly and my cock was getting harder than it had been in years. I was certainly enjoying the attention and getting very aroused. Pity there was no current girlfriend to nail later. I'd have to be content with 'palm and her five sisters'.

All too soon Jenn gave the five minute countdown and then it was over. My first night was certainly highly charged and my poker stiff cock waggled in front of me as I left the stage. I'm certain that all eyes were on it as it danced and seemed to wave goodnight to the ladies. Jenn followed me back to the changing room. I put my towel on the chair and sat down. My pecker pointing straight out.

"You were great tonight. Well done. You ok for next week?" she asked.

"Yeah. Sure thing."

"You looked as if you were having fun."

"I did. It was strangely exciting."

"You might want to take care of that before you leave," she said pointing at my still stiff cock. "There are wipes on the desk should you need them."

To my utter surprise I started stroking my cock in front of Jenn. I'd never have thought that I'd be this blatant and open. Maybe I was a closet exhibitionist. She sat and watched as I alternated between short strokes and longer ones that ended with me encircling my now engorged cockhead. I thought I saw her squirm in her seat. I put my head back, closed my eyes and enjoyed the sensations building up in the base of my cock. It wouldn't be long now. I heard Jenn's chair squeak and I looked up. Her eyes were riveted to my cock and she was standing. She moved towards me, leaned over and slowly took over. Her tanned hands were soft and warm. Firm but not too tight. My cock twitched with appreciation. The burning, tingling sensation was quickly rising up my shaft.

"I'm very close," I said.

Jenn never spoke. Instead she lowered her head and took me into her mouth. The moist, warmth of her mouth and her swirling tongue was all I needed. I gushed and she swallowed. I lost count of the intense spurts I delivered into her mouth and to her credit not a single drop escaped from her lips. I'd never cum so hard in my life and I was totally exhausted. I could feel my cock softening in her mouth. She kept it there sucking the final drops and then licking its head clean. Licking her lips, she got up, thanked me and left.

Once my heart rate had dropped and I'd somewhat recovered I got dressed, tucked my tender cock into my shorts and left. This weekend I was going to visit my mom. I'm hoping she doesn't notice the 'new' me.

I drove straight to my mom's arriving just before midnight. She was watching something on TV but turned it off when I arrived.

"You're late baby and you look exhausted. You feeling ok?" she asked.

"I'm fine mom. It's just been a long week and a tiring day." I wasn't lying.

"Want some supper?" she asked.

"Yes please," I replied.

She disappeared into the kitchen and returned with a mug of coffee and some sandwiches.

"You not having any?" I asked.

"I ate earlier sweetie. So, how was your week? Anything exciting?"

"Same old same old really," I lied. "School work is going well and I'm managing to stay on top of things. How was yours?"

"Much the same really. I'm keeping busy around the house and doing a lot of walking and jogging to tone up a bit."

"You're looking all the better for it mom." And she was. "Think I'll head on up to bed. I'm bushed. Goodnight."

"Goodnight son."

Sleep eventually came. The memories of this evening's class and Jenn's blow-job fresh in my mind.



Larry's Sexual Journey Ch. 04



If you're looking hot and heavy sex, then this is not the story for you.

It's a slow moving and gentle story. 

It's an easy and light read. 

Enjoy and feel free to leave a comment.

*****

Session 2

The following week went in quickly and I was so looking forward to my next session. I arrived shortly before 8pm and started to get ready. Jenn arrived to explain this evening's pose. I was to be 'tied' naked to an x-frame. Since I wouldn't be able to stimulate my cock she would help by caressing it whenever necessary. I was not convinced I'd stay hard for long but she produced a small blue pill and said that it should help. With the occasional stroke from Jenn along with me fantasizing and thinking naughty thoughts, I was sure I could keep it stiff.

So, after swallowing the pill I entered the room and Jenn 'tied' me to the frame. It was then I noticed that her blouse was more revealing than normal. I could see the top of her smooth, tanned breasts nestling in a white lacy bra. My pecker was already at half-mast at the thought of what was happening and after a few tender strokes from Jenn's soft hands the job was complete.

It was strange being tied up. The vulnerability was interesting. This time I was able to view the group. There were two in clear view that I recognised from last week. One dark haired lady whose DD boobs looked enormous on her slender frame. They were safely harnessed in what looked like a soft push-up bra. The cleavage line between her breasts was long and sensuous with a few wrinkles starting to appear at the top of it. She was wearing a tight, low cut top and her stiff nipples were poking through. That view would certainly help keep me stiff.

The second lady had blonde hair, cut short and framing a very pretty face . She wasn't overly endowed, 'AA' I would guess, but they were free beneath a billowy blouse that had the top few buttons undone. She had long thick nipples and I was almost certain that when she leaned forward her blouse opened out revealing her left breast. Though it was small it was beautiful. Between the blue pill and these two beauties I don't think I'd have any shrinking moments. That thought saddened me as I realised that it might mean Jenn's obliging strokes not being needed.

The blonde haired lady was the first to come for a closer inspection. I wasn't able to see down her blouse but enjoyed her lingering look at my boner and before returning to her station she gave me eye contact and smiled.

The next viewer was a BBW from the back of the room. Her baggy top gave no indication of her shape but the rocking of her hips and the wobble of her ass as she walked away from me was hypnotic.

It was then I noticed Jenn walking along the left wall towards the stage. Stepping up onto it she approached, "Are you ok? Need anything? A drink of water?" she whispered.

"A sip of water would be nice," I said.

She lifted a glass of water and a straw for me to sip.

"You're doing well," she said. "I've noticed you eyeing the blonde trying to catch a glimpse as she leans forward. Naughty boy," she smiled. "But if it helps then you enjoy."

Standing in front of me and blocking the class' view, she gave my cock a quick stroke and squeeze before she stepped off the stage. My balls tingled and yearned for more. This being tied up was strangely making me more sensitive to touch.

She spoke to the blonde lady as she passed by. Did the blonde lady blush? Maybe not. I made a conscious effort not to look at her so the dark haired lady got a few minutes of my attention before my mind started to drift off.

I was brought back to reality when Jenn approached again and wrapped her fingers around my cock and gave it a few swift strokes. "You were softening," she winked.

"Sorry," I whispered. "I'll try and find something to focus on." As she walked away I'd noticed that the group had stopped to watch Jenn. Dark hair wiped her brow and gulped while blondie wafted her blouse.

I had to think some naughty thoughts to help me remain stiff and it was then that the blonde lady approached for a second time. Once again gazing attentively at my cock. Moving her head to observe it from different angles. It was during one of these movements that her blouse billowed out and I could see right down and view her beautiful naked breasts. Her long nipples as hard as nails. My cock twitched and she looked at me with a naughty smile on her lips. I could feel the tell-tale tingles starting at the base of my cock. When she noticed where I had been looking and realised what had caused the twitch; she winked and her smile widened. She stayed where she was and deliberately kept eye contact. I took that as an invite to look again. Which I did. The view was very erotic. The tingling was intensifying and I was fearful I might blow my load. Then turning around, she left. I wondered if that was what Jenn had said to her earlier. That view and its memory helped me stay stiff for what was left of the session.

Jenn gave her usual countdown warnings and soon it was all over. The class filed out and Jenn came up to release me from my bonds.

I went into the changing room and Jenn followed.

"I think that went well," I said.

"It sure did. Did you enjoy the view?" she asked enquiringly.

"The blonde?"

"Yes."

"It was beautiful and it certainly helped," I replied with a smile.

"Good."

"I noticed you spoke to her. Was that anything to do with it?"

"Now that's for me to know," she winked.

The idle chat had allowed me to soften. Jenn left and I got dressed. Then it was back to my typical Friday evening of a McDs and home to my apartment. Once home the burger meal was hurriedly eaten and I went straight to my room where I stripped off and lay on my bed. It didn't take long for my erection to return. I closed my eyes and started to reminisce about this evening's session as I slowly stroked my cock.

The first vision was one I hadn't fully been aware of at the time. It was of Jenn. In my mind's eye I could her standing in front of me. It was then I realised that her blouse was a bit sheer and that she was possibly wearing no bra. How had I missed that? I remember at the start of the session seeing her tanned boobs inside a white lacy bra. Concentrating I relived the part where she gave me the sip of water and squeezed my cock. Then when she came back to massage my softening cock, I was right. She was braless. I vaguely remember seeing tanned breasts through her blouse. She had taken her bra off. How could I have missed that? I gave myself a mental slap and made note to be more observant next week. My thoughts moved on to blondie and her wonderful stiff nipples perched on her small but beautiful titties. That was all I needed as I felt my balls tighten and my cock get harder and start to twitch. Jet after jet of cum spurted out of my cock, landed on my chest, chin and over my right shoulder onto the sheet. It was a very intense orgasm and it took a while for my heart to stop hammering in my chest. Whew. That was good.

My next recollection was wakening up with my soft cock still in my hand and feeling all gooey and sticky. I sat up, got off the bed and hit the shower. If this was what session 2 was like I couldn't wait for the next one.



Larry's Sexual Journey Ch. 05



If you're looking hot and heavy sex, then this is not the story for you.

It's a slow moving and gentle story. 

It's an easy and light read. 

Enjoy and feel free to leave a comment.

*****

Session 3

Friday arrived once again and I had been wondering all day what Jenn had in store for me this week. When I entered the room Jenn was already there and had the stage set. It was empty apart from a type of frame that I didn't recognise.

"Hi Larry. How're you?"

"Fine thanks Jenn and you?"

"I'm good thanks. You ready?"

"As I'll ever be."

"Before you change I want to show you this frame," she said pointing to the equipment I didn't recognise. "It's simply a support," she continued.

"A support?"

"Yes. You'll need to stand upright for the whole session and it can get very tiring, very quickly. So, you lean on this frame for support and it takes a lot of the pressure off your legs and feet. It will still be tiring and uncomfortable but it will be a big help. I'll halt the session at least once to give you a break and let you move around to loosen up. That ok?"

"Yep that's fine. What's the theme for this evening?"

"Follow me."

I followed her into the changing room. She was wearing a close fitting t-shirt and from the back it looked as if she was either wearing a well-fitted bra, or she was braless. I couldn't wait to see if I could discover which.

She led me over to the chair across which lay a black outfit. When she lifted it I could see it was a rubber fetish suit.

"Am I wearing that?"

"Yes, is that ok?"

"Yes," I replied a little too eagerly.

"That sounded good," she said. "Keen are you?"

"I've always wondered what it would be like in one but never thought I'd ever get the chance to find out."

"Well now's your chance and I hope it will be an enjoyable experience. It's already coated with talcum powder and I'd like now to put some on you too."

I stripped off and stood up straight while Jenn coated me all over with talcum powder. She started on my back. Her hands were soft and it was wonderful . When she got to my ass she sprinkled plenty on my crack and gently ran her fingers up and down. Possibly more that necessary. My cock was starting to respond. Coming round the front she did my chest and arms before going to my feet and working up my legs. I'm sure she was deliberately teasing me. As she worked her way up from my feet I could feel my balls tingling and my cock was stiffening. She was still hunkered down by the time she reached my cock making her face level with it. I could feel her breath caressing it.

"Spread your legs please," she whispered.

I dutifully obliged and felt her soft touch as she coated my balls with the cool and soothing talc. Next came my stiff cock. She gently ran her hands up and down its length making sure it was well coated though the dribbles from the slit were clotting the powder. Next I stepped into the suit and she gently pulled and rolled it on making sure there were no wrinkles and it was smooth on my skin. Getting to my cock she held it firmly but gently and before tucking it in asked which side I preferred it to be dressed. I told her to the left and she dutifully tucked me to the left. After another few minutes I was totally encased.

"How do you feel?" she asked.

"I'm ok but it's a very weird sensation. Difficult to describe but it's going to get very warm."

"It will, so I'll have a fan pointed towards you to help keep the stage area cool."

"Thank you."

Then she led me out and positioned me as comfortably as she could onto the supporting frame before announcing to the group the intention of this evening's session.

"I want you to concentrate on shadows and shadings to highlight the body shape. Because the model is encased in rubber and having to stand for a prolonged period of time there will be a few breaks so he can rest. You may begin."

It was difficult seeing through the slits in the mask but I was able to see the blonde and the dark haired ladies. This time blondie was wearing a spaghetti strapped low cut top and no bra. While there was no cleavage there were certainly two wonderful pokies to view. Dark hair had a loose and plunging neckline and I was hoping she'd lean forward a lot. At least this session I didn't have to worry about getting and keeping a stiffy but the sensation of the rubber on my skin was strangely erotic and the tightness around my cock and balls was somehow arousing and my cock was growing because of it. Maybe I was a closet 'fetish-ist' too. 

The suit got warmer and no-one came close to view me. It was going to be a different evening. Eventually Jenn called a break and led me off the stage to the changing room.

"You ok?" she asked concerned.

"Apart from feeling a bit warm I'm fine thanks. How're they doing this session?"

"Some are doing extremely well and some are struggling. I've been giving hints and tips to help but it is difficult when it's just the colour black to look at."

I stretched to try and loosen up and sipped on some cool water before going back on stage. Once back in the frame the class restarted. Then it happened. Dark hair dropped something and bent down to pick it up. As she got back up she raised her head allowing me to see down her blouse and view those ample DDs cooped up in a white bra. They looked adorable and the little fella twitched in appreciation. Then I was looking at blondie's amazing pokies and there was more twitching. The lack of space inside the suit seemed to make it more erotic and encouraged my cock to get stiffer. As it grew the foreskin was trapped and pulled back by the rubber. Soon its head was rubbing against the rubber suit. It was certainly a very different sensation, as well as a very pleasurable one. BBW came forward for a closer look. She had a more flattering top on showing off a small cleavage and the tops of two milky white breasts. As she walked away her hypnotic ass made me even harder. I don't know why, but this rubber suit seemed to intensify the sensations and I could feel the start of an orgasm building.

Thankfully Jenn called another break and led me off again. She gave me some water and wanted to know if I wanted the trousers of the suit lowered to let some cool air in. 

"That would be nice," I said and she rolled the trousers down until my cock was freed.

"You seem to be enjoying this," she said indicating the strands of pre-cum that were joining the suit to the tip of my cock. "Let me wipe that for you."

Picking up a wipe and a tissue she wiped the head of my cock and patted it dry. It twitched in her hand and she smiled.

"I'll need to talc it again to get it back in," she said as she reached for the container. 

Hunkering down she spread the talc tenderly over my cock and onto the suit too. As she tried to put it back in it stiffened.

"Sorry," I said.

"Not a problem," she replied. At least you're enjoying it." She winked and gently placed me back in giving my cock a gentle squeeze before releasing it.

I was no sooner back in position when blondie came forward to examine my crotch area. She was disappointingly too close for me to be able to see her pokies. Dark hair came up a little later and leaned in for a look. I was able to get a bit of a glimpse at her breasts in their white holders. It was a wonderful view and I was definitely getting harder. A fact she noticed and looking up at me smiled before pulling her blouse out further giving me a better view. Such a tease and little Willy showed his appreciation by growing and stretching the rubber some more. 

I now had a full blown boner and the outline of it could be seen growing across my left thigh. I'm sure all would be able to see it. Dark hair certainly did and unconsciously squeezed her left breast as she drew. Blondie noticed too. The strap of her low cut top had fallen off her shoulder exposing her left breast. She caught my eye, looked down at her exposed breast, smiled and winked. I smiled too but in this mask she wouldn't notice. Dark hair realized that Blondie was exposed and started squeezing and pinching her nipple. Things were starting to get hot and I don't mean just the temperature. I could feel the familiar tingles in my balls. 

Dark hair's nipple was now starting to poke through. It looked quite thick. Blondie was tugging at her long nipple and biting her lower lip. I was struggling to stay in control. Blondie was now biting her lip harder, stretching that long beautiful nipple which in turn stretched her small beautiful breast. I couldn't hold back any longer. Between the sensation of the rubber on my very sensitive cock and Blondie playing with her bare breast. My cock twitched as much as the suit would allow. My balls tightened and I shot my load. I could feel the warmth of my cum across my left thigh. It was amazing. Suddenly Blondie closed her eyes. Stopped tugging her nipple. Squeezed her breast and let out a long deep breath. Had she just orgasmed? She opened her eyes. Gathered herself. Put her boob away. Looked around. Dark hair smiled at her and she blushed.

Then it was over and I went to the changing room to wait on Jenn to help me get out of the suit. I wasn't looking forward to the embarrassment of my cum being all over the inside of the suit.

"You might need to be careful taking the suit off," I said.

"Oh!" she replied. "And why would that be?"

She looked at me, smiled and winked.

It didn't take as long to get out as it did to get in and as she peeled the trousers down to release my stiff cock it sprang out and almost hit her face. She lurched back and we both laughed. There was cum everywhere. I just had to sit down.

"Well we know who had a good time, don't we?" she said looking up at me.

"It was awesome," I smiled back.

"So it would seem."

"I need to sit for a while to cool down," I said.

"I'm sure you do."

I sat down and cum starting dripping off the head of my cock as well as my thigh. Jenn got up, lifted the wipes, sat down again and started to clean me. She started with my thigh before gently holding my cock by its head. Wiping it from top to bottom then going to my balls. Her touch was fantastic. It was only then I noticed her pokies. She was braless after all and her, just more than a handful, breasts had very little sag. My boner twitched and she noticed. She looked at me and smiled.

"There you are. I think it's clean," she said.

"I think you missed a bit," I said with a laugh.

She threw the packet of wipes at me and said, "Cheeky."

We sat in a comfortable silence before I asked her how her holiday in Cancun was. She told me that they had a wonderful and very relaxing time. I commented on her tan and was tempted to ask if there were any untanned parts but resisted. I thought it might offend. She must have read my mind and told me that she didn't have many tan lines and as if to illustrate she raised the bottom of her t-shirt to reveal the bottom of her right boob. Both it and her tummy had a golden tan. The sight of her almost naked boob made my cock twitch again and she smiled. Excusing herself she left and said she'd be back soon. 

When she did return a few minutes later I'd cooled down and was stepping into my shorts and jeans. It still amazed and excited me, that in so short a time, I was comfortably naked in front of Jenn and letting her clean my cock. She waited until I was fully dressed before she spoke.

"Next week we're going in another direction Larry and I need to know if you'll be comfortable with it."

My imagination raced and I couldn't begin to wonder what it might be.

"OK, I said. "What would you want me to do?"

"You remember last term when we spoke about these sessions I said there would be simulated sex acts and the other week we had the simulation of masturbation."

"I remember," I said apprehensively.

"Well next week I'd intended to introduce another model. A female one." She paused a little to let that register before continuing. "The simulation I envisage is a mixed sauna. How do you feel about that?"

"Ahmm," I stuttered.

Noticing my hesitation she quickly said, "There's no pressure to do this. I can call on another model if you feel uncomfortable."

"When would you need to know?"

"Now would be good, but Monday at the latest."

"I'd love to do it. I really would. I'm enjoying these sessions."

"I've noticed," she smiled.

"I don't just mean the eroticism of it all. I mean the whole experience. It's been good for me and I don't want to let you down or disappoint you by saying yes and then dropping out."

"Thank you for your honesty. Would Monday suit you? Give you time to think about it and maybe talk it over with someone."

"Yes thanks, it would."

"OK then. I'll hear from you on Monday. I'm here until 6pm if you want to drop by and if you've any questions I can answer them for you."

"Thanks Jenn and I'll see you about 5.30?"

"5.30 is fine. Enjoy your weekend."

"Thanks. You too and by the way thanks for the almost boob flash."

She laughed and I left.



Larry's Sexual Journey Ch. 06



If you're looking hot and heavy sex, then this is not the story for you.

It's a slow moving and gentle story. 

It's an easy and light read. 

Enjoy and feel free to leave a comment.

I've tagged on an alternate ending. Which story-line should I follow?

*****

Session 4

After leaving Jenn I decided to go visit my mom and see if there was any way I could get her advice without having to tell what I was going to do. I didn't know how she'd react and I didn't want to spoil the amazing progress she'd made since last summer. I gave her a quick call to say I was coming since it would be unexpected.

I arrived shortly after 11pm and she made me some supper after asking if everything was ok. I assured her it was and I just needed time to think about things that were going on. She offered to listen and help in any way she could and I thanked her.

I went to bed and thought about what could happen next Friday. The thought of sitting in front of those women, watching me with a girl on stage pretending to be sitting in a mixed sauna was getting me horny and I had to wank to relieve the pressure in my balls. It didn't take long for the familiar tingling sensation in my balls to start and quickly spread along my stiff cock. Memories of dark hair's stiff nipples playing pokies with her blouse helped intensify the tingles. My cock was starting to twitch. The mental images of blondie's exposed breast and her tugging on her long nipple made me pump harder and faster. I could feel my cum building and my cock getting harder and more sensitive until the image of Jenn almost flashing her boob just sent me over the edge. I erupted. The first spurt flew high and landed on my shoulder quickly followed by three more over my stomach. My heart was racing. My breathing ragged. For a moment I'd forgotten I was in my mom's. I hoped I hadn't been too noisy and given myself away. I steadied my breathing and worriedly checked that none of my jizz had landed on the bed or the carpets. Thankfully it hadn't and after a quick clean of me I was under the duvet and sleeping.

The next morning mom made my breakfast and we sat and had a chat. She was worried about me and wanted to help. But how do you tell your prim and proper mother that not only are you a nude model but you're an erotic one, or should that be exotic? She probably thought I was a complete and innocent virgin who had never wanked never mind screwed. Well, she wouldn't have been too far wrong about the screwing part. So, I chickened out and made some excuse about whether or not I should continue with doing my library studies course. She thought it very wise of me to come home for a break and to think it over. As I sat there I started to realize how much she had changed from last summer. There was more life within her. She chatted openly more often. Smiled more often. Was losing weight. She was definitely different and I still don't know what was causing it. But who cares. Whatever it was, it was working.

The one and only time I ever saw one of mom's bras was not long after my father died and mom was in the throes of eating her way through her grief. I was helping with the laundry and there it was. It looked enormous. So curiosity made me look and it was a 44G. Being a typical young male I had no idea what that meant but judging by the cups I guessed it meant her boobs were enormous. I remember at the time feeling guilty about the thoughts I was having of her massive boobs and being turned on by them.

Now however, things were different. She still wasn't a size zero but she had lost a lot of weight and she now had a waist of sorts. She still had wide hips and because she dressed very conservatively in baggy tops, I had no idea what her chest was like. 

"What are your plans today?" she asked, breaking me free from my thoughts.

"I don't have any apart from a little bit of college work. You?"

"None either apart from my usual evening jog."

"Good for you. How far do you jog?"

"Out to the park, two laps of the park and then back here."

I mentally calculated that to be about 5 miles. No wonder she was losing weight and toning up. I did the breakfast dishes and went to my room to get my course work completed. It wasn't until mom knocked on my door to tell me that she was away for her jog that I realized the time. I wished her well and started to round off my work for the night. By the time she was back from her run I was watching the news on TV.

"How'd your run go?" I asked.

"Fine thanks sweetie. I'll just go have a shower."

When she returned she was ready for bed. Pyjamas under a robe tied tightly about her waist and carrying her Kindle. Now I was able to make out her shape a bit better. She still had the wide hips and narrower waist but her chest was no longer looking enormous. More nice, if that makes any sense. I watched some more TV before going to bed and leaving her to her reading.

Sunday dawned and we spent the day relaxing. I was still trying to work up the nerve to ask her advice on my modelling. But no matter how I tried to organize and phrase it in my head, I just couldn't bring myself to do it. She wasn't that type of open-minded, liberal person and I was fairly sure that I'd give the new arrangement a go anyway. 

Surely a girl would be just as embarrassed about being naked around a guy as I would be around a girl. And so what if I did get a boner. I'd been sporting one and stroking one for a few weeks now in front of mature women. Surely it couldn't be any worse than that. Could it??

The day wore on and soon it was time for me to head back to my apartment. Before I left mom asked if I'd managed to come to a decision about my course. I told her that I had and was prepared to give it a go and see what happens. She smiled. Hugged me and kissed me on the cheek.

On Monday I met Jenn as arranged to tell her that I was ok with the forthcoming session. She was both pleased and relieved to hear that. The next few days were filled with anticipation and erotic excitement at the thought of sharing the stage with a naked girl. The fantasies I played out in my mind was of us having to touch each other for the benefit of the class. Those thoughts gave me plenty of reasons to masturbate every night.

And so, Friday evening arrived and I was already aroused at the prospects that this evening might bring. Another of my fantasies was that we might actually get along, like each other and possibly date. I'd certainly like that and was hopeful she might feel the same.

I went into the changing room and was stripping off when Jenn came in. "Ah, you're here. Good. I'll just go and bring in your new partner. She's a mature lady called Margo."

The word 'mature' burst all of the week long fantasies I'd been having. "Ah well," I thought. "I knew it was too good to be true." 

The door opened behind me and Jenn said, "Margo, this is Larry. Larry this is Margo."

I turned to look and I froze as did Margo.

"Hi Margo," I croaked.

"Hi Larry," she said.

"I'll leave you two to get acquainted," said Jenn as she left the room.

I covered my manhood, looked at Margo and said, "Mom, what are you doing here?"

Alternate ending.

I covered my manhood, looked at Margo, my mother's next door neighbour, and said, "Mrs Kimble, what are you doing here?"



Larry's Sexual Journey Ch. 07



If you're looking hot and heavy sex, then this is not the story for you.

It's a slow moving and gentle story. 

It's an easy and light read. 

Enjoy and feel free to leave a comment.

*****

Session 4 contd.

I don't know which of us was shocked more. Me or my mom. Before we could say anything Jenn returned to lead us onto the stage. I was already naked but mom still had her dressing gown on. She was now going to have to remove it in front of me, her son, and reveal her naked body. For what seemed like an age we just stood looking at each other. It was Jenn that broke the tension. "Is everything ok?"

Mom recovered first and said, "Yes. Let's go Larry. It is Larry, isn't it?" she questioned.

"Yes," I replied as I led us both out the door and onto the stage. 

Mom hadn't yet removed her gown so I still hadn't seen anything. How was I going to cope with this? One thing I was sure of; I wasn't going to be troubled with an erection. If anything the little fella was going to retreat inside out of shame and embarrassment.

The stage was set out like a mock sauna with a wooden bench covered with towels. I walked to the far end and sat down afraid to look left for fear I'd see my naked mother. How did I get into this predicament? What had I done wrong to end up like this? Was I being punished for enjoying my erotic exhibitionism of the last few weeks? But worse than that, how was I ever going to face my mom again? Oh please ground, open up and swallow me.

I sat rigid. Staring straight ahead. Legs closed and hands on my knees. A statue could not have been any less mobile. From the corner of my eye I could see a flesh coloured, but unfocussed shape sitting at the opposite end of the bench.

I could hear the murmuring of the ladies as they settled themselves down for their work and could hear Jenn asking Margo, my mom, if everything was alright. I couldn't hear her answer. Then she sidled up to me and asked me the same question. 

"I'm fine," I said trying to sound relaxed.

"You sure? You look like you've seen a ghost."

"Honestly, I'm fine," I lied.

"OK but I need you both to sit a lot closer. The ladies won't be able to sketch while you're so far apart."

Reluctantly I shimmied along the bench and mom did likewise. As she did my peripheral vision focussed and I was beginning to see her naked form more clearly. Firstly her right thigh and lower leg. It was a thick leg and shapely too. Then her arms, which thankfully were shielding her breasts from me. Try as I might to keep looking straight ahead, the wee devil in me was telling to look properly. Then it happened. During our last movement we accidentally touched leg to leg. I looked over and there in full view where my mom's boobs. I was expecting my eyes to melt in my head. Instead I looked at their beauty. Who'd have thought my mother's breasts looked so good. Why was she always wearing those baggy tops? She was looking between my legs. I was wondering what thoughts were racing through her mind.

Then came the next bomb-shell. Jenn hunkered down in front of us and said quietly, "I need you both to relax as you would in a sauna. That means not sitting so stiffly. Lying back against the bench very relaxed with your legs open."

Did she just say lie back with our legs open? Holy shit. That means I'll be able to see my mom's snatch. Please ground, swallow me.

"Then I heard my mom's soft voice, "Of course Jenn." Then gently placing her hand on my arm said, "Let's relax and enjoy this Larry. Let's have some fun."

"She's right Larry," said a nervous looking Jenn. "I don't know what's come over him," she said to mom. "He's usually so relaxed."

"Maybe it's because he has company tonight. Feeling a bit nervous," Mom replied. "Once we get started I'm sure he'll relax more and get into it."

A typical mom. Rescuing her child and the situation. Staying calm in a very awkward situation.

And so we got under way and as mom predicted, the nervousness waned and I was able to relax. We weren't able to talk to each other no matter how quietly we might have tried because the ladies were so close. Also blondie, dark haired lady and BBW never approached. Whether that was because there was a mature lady with me or because I had no boner to show off and be viewed, I don't know. But I was glad they didn't.

Eventually the session ended and we could leave the stage. I deliberately took my time to give mom time to get her gown on before I entered. Thankfully she did. I think she understood my embarrassment and she was probably embarrassed too. I quickly grabbed and put on my own gown, then sat down. Jenn came in shortly after us.

"Well that was different," she said with a smile. "Is everyone OK?"

Yes we both answered in unison. Then I spoke up. "I'm sorry Jenn. I don't know what came over me. I hope I didn't spoil things for the ladies."

"Not at all Larry. They never noticed a thing."

"Good," I replied. "I'm glad."

"What about next week guys? You able to come back for another session together?"

Mom answered straight away in a quite confident voice. "Of course we will. Won't we Larry?"

I nodded and said yes. I think Jenn looked very relieved.

"Good. I'll leave you to get sorted and see you both next week." 

And she left. But she left without saying what next week's pose was going to be. Shit.

...

The aftermath

"I'll go get dressed Larry and maybe see you outside," mom said rather loudly, for the benefit of others I think, and left.

What the hell was I going to do now? How was I going to face my mother? What was I going to say? Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.

I dressed as slowly as I could hoping that by the time I was leaving mom would already be away. But who was I trying to kid. Of course she wouldn't be away. She'd be waiting outside to tell me how disappointed she was that her only child was flaunting his body on stage for people to leer over and draw. What was I going to do? Then it dawned on me.

"Hold on," I thought. "You weren't the only one naked tonight. Your prim and proper mother was too. Prim and proper??? How wrong could I have been."

Somewhat buoyed by that thought I finished dressing and went outside. Mom was sitting on a chair obviously waiting for me.

"Hi Larry. Fancy a coffee somewhere?"

There were still a few people about.

"Sounds good to me Margo. Anywhere in particular?"

"I know this place not too far from here that serves a lovely coffee. Have you a car?"

"Yes I have."

"Want to follow me then?"

"Sounds good to me."

And we left together. She drove out first, turned right and I followed her all the way home to her house. What was going to happen now, I wondered. It was too late to back out. I followed her up the path and into the house. She took off her coat and hung it on the hook beside the door. I did the same and followed her into the kitchen where she put the kettle on. Then as calm as you like, as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened, she set about making supper. I didn't know what to say, or whether I should say anything at all. Instead I let her get on with what she was doing.

"Can you get me the milk sweetie?" she asked as she normally would.

"What's going on here?" I wondered. "Surely she has something to say about this evening."

"Shall we take it here in the kitchen?" she asked. "Or would you prefer to go to the living room?"

"I don't mind mom," I answered in a non-committal way.

"Let's stay here then," she said passing me my cup and setting down some sandwiches.

We started to eat and I was waiting nervously for her to say something about this evening. 

"So, how was college this week?"

"Fine mom," I answered. "How was your week?"

"It started well then..."

Here we go I thought. Get ready for the approaching storm.

"... ended brilliantly," she continued with a beaming smile.

"Brilliantly!!" I said.

"Yes. Brilliantly."

"You're not mad?"

"Noooo. Why should I be mad?"

"Mom we were both naked in front of a group of strangers with all our...our bits...bits and pieces on show."

"And you were wonderful," she added.

"Wonderful?" I thought. "Confused more likely. What was going on?"

"I suppose you need to talk?" she said.

"Major understatement," I thought.

"Yes please," I said.

She then started to outline for me how she got to where we ended up this evening. I'd been wondering what had happened to mom to make her take more of an interest in herself and start living again. I'd wondered if she'd found a guy or had started dating again. I wasn't prepared for what she told me.

At the end of last summer a flier came through her door advertising courses in local colleges. It mentioned an art class in my college and she thought she'd enquire as she always liked drawing and my college being thirty miles away the chances of her meeting anyone were remote. It was while she was visiting my college and chatting with Jenn, the course tutor, that she noticed the same message on the board that I'd seen, looking for live models. The short story is she signed up just as I had done.

"When was that mom?" I asked.

"Remember that Tuesday in late August I surprised you with a visit?"

"Yes."

"It was then."

She went on to explain how the students viewing her frumpy naked body, her words not mine, made her feel a bit self-conscious and it was then she started doing her walks and runs. Standing naked in front of them gave her a confidence in herself that she hadn't experienced for a long time. It re-awakened her zest for life and made her take stock of where she was and where she was headed. She didn't like what she saw and decided that enough was enough and it was time to start living life again.

"Good for you mom," I said. "I'm proud of you."

"Thanks sweetie," she blushed, "and I must say 

I'm very proud of you too. I think after your father dying we both needed a focus in our lives to help us move on. It's strange but nice that we both picked the same route. And would I be right in thinking that last weekend when you were all thoughtful, that it wasn't your library course you were thinking about? It was these erotic modelling sessions, wasn't it?"

"Yes mom. It was."

We both laughed. The rest of the evening was spent with us both relating experiences of the first term's work and I was dreading her asking about the last few weeks. Thankfully she didn't. She yawned deeply and said she was off to bed. Standing up she walked round the table, gave me a hug and kissed me on the cheek before heading upstairs to bed.

"Leave those dishes until morning sweetie and I'll do them," she said as she walked up the stairs.

I didn't answer. Instead I waited a few minutes for her to settle in her room and did the dishes myself. I needed time to think and doing them helped.

I decided I would not lie to her about my latest sessions. But, I wouldn't speak of them unless she specifically asked about them. Then it was up to bed and hopefully a peaceful night's sleep.

The next morning I woke, got showered and dressed before heading downstairs. Mom was already in the kitchen and dressed in her usual dowdy clothes. It was strange knowing that there was a nice body underneath.

"Morning sweetie. You sleep well?"

"Yes mom and you?"

"Like a baby."

I was wondering what direction today was going to take. Would yesterday be mentioned at all, or would it just be business as usual? I didn't have to wait long to find out. After I'd poured my cereal and sat at the table mom spoke.

"Larry, about yesterday at the art class and our chat last night. I need to ask you something."

I swallowed my cereal and said, "Fire away mom. What would you like to know?"

"Please don't ask about my previous sessions," I prayed.

"If we're going to be doing these mixed sessions and be expected to be naked..."

"Where could this possibly be going?" I thought.

"...might it be easier for us both if we wore fewer clothes this weekend to get us used to it?"

If I'd had cereal in my mouth it would have been sprayed everywhere. Did I hear her correctly? Was she suggesting we get naked this weekend?

"What did you have in mind mom?" I said as unconcerned as I could be.

"Why don't we try some nudity in the rooms that no-one from outside can see into?"

I was right. She was suggesting a nude weekend.

"We don't have to if it's too much for you," she said noticing my hesitation.

"No mom. That's fine. I was just surprised at you suggesting it is all."

"You don't mind?"

"No," I said. "Are you thinking of the evening time? Mornings or when?"

"All day if you want sweetie."

"Erm...ok."

She proceeded to strip right there and then. Off came her baggy top to reveal her naked breasts. Then she pulled off her track bottoms leaving her completely naked.

She looked directly at me and said, "Right mister. Your turn."

I stepped off the stool and took off my top, pulled down my tracks and shorts. Stepped out of them and sat them over the stool.

"Now I want a favour sweetie."

"OK. Shoot."

"I want you to come closer and take a good look at your mom's body."

"What!" I said.

"I want us to be comfortable with our own nudity, so I think it would help if we gave each other a good looking over."

I suppose it made sense but it was a strange request.

"OK," I answered nervously.

"Take a good look sweetie and don't be shy."

She walked to the middle of the room and stood with her legs apart, her hands fisted and resting on her hips. Everything was on show and it looked wonderful. Her breasts were sagging a bit and were topped with very stiff nipples. Were they stiff because they were uncovered or could she possibly be aroused? I'd guess they were about a C-cup. More than a handful anyway. Looking down her body to her pussy I noticed that it was covered with a neatly trimmed mat of thick dark hair with a few greys starting to appear. Walking round to the back she had some love handles and a wonderfully shaped ass. Then I was back round at the front.

It was her turn now. She looked me in the eye then lowered her gaze to my groin. I followed her gaze and realized I was sporting a semi-boner. She glanced up, made eye contact and smiled.

"Does your mom's body excite you?" she asked raising one eyebrow.

I had to clear my throat before answering. "You have a lovely body mom and I don't understand why you hide it beneath your baggy clothes."

She smiled and continued her tour of my body. Once back at the front she thanked me and asked if I'd like more coffee. It was so matter of fact you'd think there was nothing different happening.

"Yes thanks. I would."

"I've left two towels on the bench for us to use on the furniture when we sit down. And keep your clothes handy in case someone comes to the door."

"Sure thing mom."

And so our weekend started. Going to my room to do my work sort of defeated the purpose of us getting 'used' to each other's nudity, so instead I sat at the dining table and worked from there. Mom did her usual housework only this time naked and in my full view. She wiped down the work tops and although I couldn't see her boobs jiggling I could imagine it and my cock re-acted to my imagination. When she took to sweeping the floor, I could see her boobs bounce and sway. I found it difficult concentrating on my essay and at one point when expressing the benefits of advertising I wrote, 'The advertiser aims to hit as many jiggling boobs as possible', instead of,' aiming to hit as many potential customers as possible'. The swaying boobs were getting very hypnotic and I was now in full boner mode. Thankfully the table and my mom being engrossed in what she was doing, hid my predicament. Until, that is, she asked me to put some dishes up into the top cupboard.

As I came out from the table her eyes went instantly to my stiff cock.

"What caused that?" she said with a smile.

"I've no idea," I said sarcastically.

"Did I cause that?" she said in disbelief.

"Yes and I don't know why you're surprised."

She laughed, I lifted the dishes, put them away and went back to my work.

"I suppose that's the whole point of our nude days," she said.

I agreed.

"Would you like some lunch?" she asked.

"Yes please."

I started to clear the table. My now softening cock was starting to leak pre-cum.

"Come her a moment," mom said.

I walked over. She lifted my cock and wiped it with a tissue.

"Don't want you dribbling all over the clean floor," she winked.

However, the tissue stuck to my wet cockhead.

"Oops," she said. 

As she attempted to pick the tissue back off my cock, it started to stiffen.

"Oh dear," she said laughing. "I seem to have made things worse."

"It's ok," I said as I helped her.

With most of it removed and now sporting a thicker but not quite full erection, we sat down to lunch. It still amazed me that I would be quite comfortable, not only sitting naked with my mother, but letting her touch stiff cock.

When darkness fell and the curtains were pulled we no longer had to worry about being seen from outside.

There was nothing on TV that we wanted to watch so we both sat in the living room and read. Mom stretched out on the sofa while I sat on the recliner. I'd noticed as time passed, mom's nipples softened, as did my cock, as we became comfortable with each other's nudity. Mom must have gotten a bit restless as she read. Soon she was lying with her right leg straight out on the sofa and her left foot squarely on the floor. This caused her to spread her legs. Doing this gave me a clear view of her pussy lips. At first I concentrated on not looking. I didn't want to get busted. But, it became difficult not to. The nearby lamp lit her body up. I could see her pussy glistening and noticed her nipples were quite hard too. What was mom reading? It must be hot if her body is re-acting that way. I tried to ignore her and read my own book but the draw was too much. Her pussy was definitely getting wetter. I could feel my cock starting to re-act and since I didn't want to get caught with a boner I made my excuses about being tired and went to bed.

I crawled into bed trying to understand what had happened today and started playing with my cock. It didn't take long for the tingles to start and the visions of my mom's boobs and stiff nipples along with her moist pussy to push me over the edge and cum hard. Spurt after spurt erupted from my very sensitive cock. My heart hammered in my chest. I hoped I didn't grunt too loud for mom to hear. A quick clean up then back into bed. What is tomorrow going to bring?

Sunday morning started early for me, 8a.m.. I wondered if our nude weekend was to continue or if mom had realized what was happening and changed her mind. So, to be sure I dressed in shorts and a tee. I padded down the stairs and found mom busy in the kitchen and dressed. I thought it was too good to be true. She heard me walk in and turned round.

"Morning sweetie. Sleep well?"

"Yes thanks and you?"

"I certainly did," she smiled. "Just in case you're disappointed your old mom is clothed, don't be. Mr Kimble next door has been out and about and I didn't want him seeing my boobs," she said laughingly. "Have you changed your mind?" she queried pointing at my clothing.

"Nope. Not at all. I just wasn't sure if you'd change your mind."

"Good," she replied, "and I haven't."

I put out my breakfast cereal while mom sorted the coffee and we sat and chatted about life in general, never mentioning our posing. Maybe that conversation would happen later.

Between my college work and mom doing some housework, we didn't get to talk much and there was no nudity. I was just finishing off a piece of work when there was a knock on my door and it opened slowly.

"You want something to eat sweetie?"




Larry's Sexual Journey Ch. 07



"Yep please mom. Come on in."

The door opened wide and she stepped totally naked.

"Mr Kimble not about?" I asked grinning.

"Nope. He went in a while ago."

"How's your work going?" she asked as she came and stood beside me.

"Fine thanks. I'm as up-to-date as I can be," I replied trying not to look at her pussy which was just below my eye line.

She noticed my reaction and said, "If we're going to be comfy with each other then we can't start avoiding looking at our bodies. Can we?"

"No mom we can't, but it's not easy. You're my mom. I just find it difficult to look."

"I understand sweetie. But I thought yesterday by having a good look at each other it would make things a lot easier."

"It did a bit but not really. If that makes any sense."

"Are you afraid you'll get an erection if you look too much? Is there a curiosity to see what my pussy looks like up close and you're afraid to look?"

She was right on both counts but I couldn't tell her.

"Can I take it from your silence that I'm right?"

Again I couldn't speak.

"It's OK sweetie. There's nothing to be ashamed of. It's only natural to be curious and it's only natural for your body to re-act. To be honest I'm surprised my body would interest you."

"Mom you have a great body."

"I don't," she smiled, "but thank you anyway."

I stood up quickly and she stepped back. I held her hands in mine and lifted hers up and out showing off her body. 

"Just look at you," I said as I let go of her arms.

She kept her arms outstretched as I stood in front of her.

"Your breasts are wonderful. Great shape. Big, beautiful nipples and even better when they stiffen like now."

Flustered, she wrapped her arms around herself, covering her nipples.

"Now who's not comfy?" I said with a smile.

She laughed and gave me a gentle slap.

"I know. Me," she said. "Let's just see how it goes then."

I agreed, stripped off and followed her back downstairs. We went into the kitchen for some dinner. The dinner was ready to be served. Just as we were about to start I got a text and seconds later so did mom. Both of us opened the texts and said, "It's from Jenn."

I read mine as mom read hers and we both looked at each other with wide eyes.

"Did you get the same one as me?" I asked.

"Don't know. But probably. What are we going to do?"

I turned my phone round to let mom read it and she did the same. The texts were identical. It read...

"Sorry but I forgot to tell you on Friday the theme of the next session. It's a simulation of a blow-job. You comfy with that?"

What do we do?

Neither of us could speak for what seemed like an eternity.

"We can't do that?" I asked. 

"What'll we do?"

"I don't know," mom replied. "I don't know."

Her face reflected the conflict of her emotions.

"We can't do this. What if she finds out we're mother and son?" I squawked.

"Can't see how she would find out if we don't give ourselves away. You take after your father's family in looks. We don't really look alike, so, we could get away with it and we don't need to text back straight away. So let's think about it."

"What is there to think about mom?"

"After your father died, I went to pieces as you well know. Had to give up my job. I just couldn't cope. You were my rock and you did everything you could sweetie and I love you for that. My weight sky-rocketed and I withdrew from the world..."

"I know mom. You told me all about that. How the flier came in..." I interrupted.

"Sweetie. Please let me finish. This posing has done a lot for my self-worth and confidence. It kick-started my weight loss. I feel I owe it a lot. I can understand you don't want to do this type of posing with me. You'd prefer a stranger and a young one at that I'm sure," she said with a smile and a wink. "But I'd feel safer doing it with you. Far more comfortable doing it with you. Does that make sense?"

"Yes mom. It makes perfect sense. I just don't know if I could do it with you because you're my mom."

"That's perfectly understandable."

"But what if we slip up? And she finds out?" I was starting to panic.

"Well for starters let's try the for rest of the day calling each other by our names to see if we can help you stop calling me mom?"

"OK and we'll text back later?"

"Yes but not at the same time or she'll be wondering."

"True."

Silence reigned for a while as both of us no doubt struggled with our own thoughts.

"OK Margo. Would you like a coffee?"

"Thanks Larry. That would be nice."

I got up and went to get the coffee. Mom followed.

"Sweetie, sorry Larry. We might have another problem."

"I'm sure we'll think of lots between now and then Margo."

"Yes but this could be a biggie. You do realize that not only will you have to be erect, but I'll have to hold it?"

Now that I hadn't considered. Shit.

"Hadn't thought that far ahead Margo. But you're right. So, what do we do?"

Silence again. But not an uncomfortable silence. A thoughtful one. One that I could only see one solution to. I'd have to let my mom not only see my boner, but let her touch it too. Even though she'd viewed my boner earlier and touched it, it was still going to be awkward, especially for me. I glanced at mom. She had her eyes closed. She seemed to be deep in thought. 

"OK Larry. Let's talk this through. If we're to simulate a blowjob, then I'll need to handle your erect penis and get my mouth as close to it as possible. Correct?"

"Yes mom, sorry, Margo."

"Very embarrassing for you." 

"Very."

"Not only that, but I'll be holding your erect penis and if you start to soften, one or other of us will have to stroke it to keep it stiff, yes?"

"Yes," I said even more confused and wondering where all this might be going.

"OK then. What we need to do is find something as equally embarrassing for me. Yes?"

"I suppose so," I said still confused. "But what is there as embarrassing as that?"

"What about I let you have a real close-up view of my vagina as I rub it?" 

"What!" I croaked. "You want me to watch while you wan...masturbate?"

"Not really masturbate as such. Think of it more as a simulation," she said.

The thought of watching any woman wanking, never mind my mother was a fantasy beyond belief. I could feel the little fella starting to tingle.

"Oh please don't let me get stiff," I pleaded with my brain.

Thankfully, for once, my brain listened.

"You not liking that idea sweetie?" mom said.

"It's not that I don't like it mom, sorry Margo. It's just so taboo and all."

"I know sweetie. But if either of us is uncomfortable in any way then we just don't do it. It's as simple as that. Can you think about it at least?"

I struggled with my thoughts and emotions. I wanted to say "Hell yes I'm up for that. Whilst another part of me thought "Hell, yes...that's where you'll end up pervert."

In the end I said, "Can I think about it for a few minutes mom?"

"Of course you can sweetie. Want me to go and leave you with your thoughts?"

"Please."

Mom got up. Came to my side of the table. Ruffled my hair and gave me a kiss on the cheek before leaving me to my demons.

I was seriously conflicted. A part of me wanted mom to simulate the blow-job and let me watch her having a pretend wank. But another part of me was aghast at such a thing. I'd watched women wanking on porn sites but to watch it 'live' so to speak was extremely erotic and horny. I had trouble getting rid of that mental picture and my cock was starting to enjoy it too judging by its thickening and getting drippy with pre-cum. Then there was the thought of mom holding my stiff cock close to her mouth pretending to give me a blow-job. That thought just did it and I was into a full blown boner. Just my luck that mom decided to come back into the kitchen.

"A penny for them," she laughed. Indicating my very stiff cock. "Whatever you're thinking your manhood obviously approves."

I tried to cover up but she told me not to.

"You've a nice erection sweetie. Don't hide it. Anyway, if we decide to continue then I'll be seeing more erections. So we may as well get used to them," she winked.

She was right and we laughed.

"May I ask what caused your erection?"

"You can ask," I thought, " but I may never tell you."

"Well?" she said.

I took a deep breath and said very quickly, "My stiffy is a result of the thought of you holding me and pretending to blow me also, the thought of you trying to even things up by pretending to wank...I mean masturbate." All of that came out in one long and very quick sentence, in the hope that once started I wouldn't lose my nerve and stop part way through.

Mom looked at me for a moment and then smiled. A great big smile. A smile I hadn't seen on her for a while.

"Oh sweetie," she said as she walked over and gave me a great tight hug. 

A hug that trapped my boner between her thighs as she pressed her ample boobs into my chest. It was very erotic and my cock twitched which I'm sure she could feel. Then to my embarrassment she opened her legs slightly allowing my cock to trail up her thighs leaving its slippy trail as it went. In a bit of a panic I pulled back and broke the hug.

"Sorry sweetie. I didn't mean to embarrass you."

"It's OK mom. No harm done."

"So what are we to do? I've seen your erection now and felt it so to speak," she said with a wink. "Does that help any?"

"I suppose it does," I said, realizing that I was now going to miss out on seeing her play with her pussy.

"OK then. I'll text Jenn to say I'm good to go with it. Then if you leave it for a while, you can do the same."

"Can do."

Lifting her phone she sent the text and about ten minutes later Jenn replied, "that's gr8. Thx. Not heard from Larry though. Poor lad is probably petrified lol."

"I'm sure he'll be in touch" mom replied back.

"I'd still leave it a while sweetie," she advised.

"OK mom. I'll go get ready to leave and text her then."

"That sounds good. Give me a hug before you get ready. We may as well get used to this type of contact if we're going to be modelling partners," she said with a huge grin. "And don't worry if you manhood re-acts. It's nice that it does and it makes an old woman happy that she can still do that to a man." 

She said that with a little heaviness in her voice. As if she believed she no longer had that power over men to excite. It was a sad thought and I was determined that if I did get a boner I wouldn't pull away. In a bizarre way a part of me hoped I would get one.

And so we hugged. Not a tight hug. Just a nice mom/son hug except we were naked. I could feel her soft breasts squashed against my chest. Feel their warmth too. She ran her hand down my back onto my ass and back again.

"Mmm, that's nice sweetie. We don't hug enough," she said.

She was right. We didn't. I relaxed more and slowly ran my hand up and down her back. She pressed against me harder. I could feel her nipples harden and my cock responded. This time I didn't pull away. Mom just rubbed one of her thighs against it getting her leg coated with my cock juice.

It seemed a long time before we ended the hug, though it probably wasn't. As I stepped back mom deliberately reached out and gently grasped my cock. It twitched. She smiled. I knew then that all would go OK.

Once packed, dressed and ready to go back to my apartment I sent Jenn my text. Her reply arrived in seconds. She must have been sitting waiting on it. She thanked me for my decision and complimented me on my bravery.

I said my farewells to mom and left.



Larry's Sexual Journey Ch. 08



If you're looking hot and heavy sex, then this is not the story for you.

It's a slow moving and gentle story. 

It's an easy and light read. 

Enjoy and feel free to leave a comment.

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Session 5

All too soon Friday arrived. It wasn't that I was dreading it arriving. More nervous and fearful I suppose. I was worried that someone might figure out that we were mother and son. I was worried that it might spoil the relationship between mom and me; though the comfort of our naked hugs last weekend hadn't spoiled it. If anything I believe it had strengthened us. Don't know why as normal convention says it's wrong.

When I arrived mom was already there chatting with Jenn.

"Hi Jenn. Hi Margo," I said.

They both turned and said hi.

"Ready," Jenn asked.

"I think so," I said rather nervously.

"You nervous?" she asked.

"Yes."

"Only to be expected. Try to relax and enjoy it. Margo was telling me you'd probably be nervous posing with her rather than a younger model."

"Not true," I said. "I'd probably be more nervous with someone younger. Margo makes me feel safer and more confident."

"Why thank you Larry. That's very sweet of you," said mom smiling. "I may have to start calling you my little sweetie."

"Great move mom," I thought. Means if she accidentally called me sweetie Jenn wouldn't get curious. That, in a strange way, helped ease my nerves.

"Right, I'll leave you both to get ready while I go speak to the group," said Jenn. "I hope your admirers don't get jealous of Margo," she said with a wicked grin.

"Admirers?" quizzed mom.

"Did he not tell you that some of the ladies have shown quite an interest in his poses."

"No he didn't. Do I need to get jealous?" she said while winking at Jenn.

"Oh I think you could have some competition Margo."

On that note both of them looked at me and laughed, then Jenn left.

"Do you have admirers sweetie?"

"I don't really know," I replied.

"Why does she think that you do?"

Was mom jealous? Or was she just being curious? I couldn't tell.

"In some of the earlier sessions three of the ladies have come forward for a closer look quite a few times. So, I'm guessing she means that and she was probably trying to embarrass me in front of you."

"I can understand that. If there was a nude guy in front of me and I had the chance for a good look then I'd do the same."

"Would you?"

"Yes and don't try to tell me that if there was a nude woman in front of you to be studied you wouldn't chance a closer look too young man."

"Yeah, you're right."

By the time Jenn came back we were both naked and ready. She explained what she would like to happen.

"Margo I'd like you seated and Larry I'd like you to be standing in front of her. Then I'd like you to grasp Larry's penis and get your mouth as close to the head as you can without touching it. I promised Larry that there would be no unnecessary touching and no sex. OK?"

We both agreed that it was OK. Then mom threw a curve ball.

"Would it look better if I did touch it with my mouth without taking it into my mouth?"

"What the heck was she doing???" my brain screamed at me. If my thoughts had been any louder they'd have heard them.

"It probably would..." Jenn started.

"What is happening here?" my brain was screaming again.

"...but I'd promised Larry," she continued and looked at me.

My head was conflicted. A part of me was no, no, no, we can't go there or do that. While another part was thinking it would be mind blowing to have my mom maybe just kissing my boner.

"What do you think Larry? " Jenn asked.

"Can we just see what happens?" I replied.

Both Jenn and mom were happy with that and so we went on stage.

"Forget something Larry?" said Jenn.

The puzzled look on my face answered her question.

"The boy wonder is asleep," she said laughing while pointing to my cock. I'd been so engrossed in mom wanting to up the ante that I'd forgotten to work on my boner. Turning my back to the group I gave it a few strong strokes and thankfully it rose to the occasion. Jenn got mom comfortable on her seat and then positioned me in front of her. Holding me by the cock she manoeuvred me into position. Her warm hand had a firm grip of me and it was certainly helping me get stiffer. However, the way she was leading me, was more or less wanking me. The tingles were starting and I was worried I might just blow then and there. Thankfully she released me, but then mom took over. Her soft hand had a more relaxed grip and along with the taboo of a mother holding her son's cock, I was struggling to stay in control. My cock was really starting to twitch now, which I'm sure mom could feel and the tingles were becoming stronger. When she leaned forward to get closer she actually placed the tip of my cock on her tongue and gently closed her mouth around it. I could hear quiet moans from the group. So much for let's see what happens. She went straight for it. When I took a quick glance at the group, both blondie and dark hair were mimicking mom, in that their mouths were slightly open and they were licking their lips. Blondie had a tight top on and no bra as usual. Her nipples were extremely hard and straining against the material. Dark hair had her blouse open quite low and the tops of her milky breasts were plain to see. Highly erotic views but not sights I needed right this minute. I was struggling as it was. 

"Think bland non-erotic thoughts," I kept telling myself. "Will you go for your usual Big Mac meal deal or try something different later? I'll have to check with mom what she is planning food-wise."

These random, inane thoughts helped calm the situation and my cock stopped twitching. I could now afford to relax a bit. Moving just my eyes, so as to keep Jenn happy, I glanced at mom. She was just sitting calmly and it was very strange to see her hand on my cock and it pointing at her. I couldn't actually see it in her mouth without having to move and moving was a definite no-no. I could however feel the warmth and moistness of her lips and tongue. It was a heavenly feeling and I could feel myself getting harder. Mom give my cock a gentle squeeze as if she was acknowledging the reaction. 

I glanced at the clock on the wall and saw that there were about ten minutes to the break. Jenn had said we would break a few times to give me a rest since I'd be standing. Suddenly mom starting sucking and gently squeezing me. What was she doing? Then I realized. I'd become so relaxed I was going soft. She was keeping me stiff. However, she was getting a bit carried away and I could feel the throbbing and tingling starting again. I tried to move my hips back ever so slightly, without anyone noticing I was moving, in an effort to make mom realize what she was doing. But that only made it worse as she sucked harder to try and keep me in her mouth. Suddenly she realized what was happening and stopped sucking, but it was too late. I was passed the point of no return and it was all I could do not to moan and cry out. My cock twitched and pulsed and I was off. Mom was quick enough to tighten her lips making a better seal as I squirted into her mouth. Thankfully it wasn't a mind blowing, buckle your legs orgasm, but there seemed to be quite a load deposited. I felt her swallowing and moving her tongue over the head to lick it clean of any further drips. Just as she finished Jenn called for a break. I glanced at the group and judging by their reactions they didn't seem to notice what had just happened. We just might have gotten away with it.

Mom let my cock drop from her mouth and turned to leave the stage. I followed. Jenn met us at the door. Winked at my mother and said, "He tastes sweet, doesn't he?"

Shit, she knew what had happened.

Once in the security of the changing room mom turned to me and said, "I'm really sorry sweetie. I didn't mean for that to happen. I didn't realize how close you were until it was too late and Jenn saw it." She looked horrified. I just hugged her and told her not to worry as I didn't think anyone else noticed.

"Do you really think that?" she asked.

"Yes mom," I whispered. "Judging by their faces, I don't think they noticed."

We were still hugging when Jenn came in.

"You both OK?" she asked.

"I'm fine," I said while mom just nodded her head.

"Just in case you were wondering. Apart from me, no-one else noticed," she said. "So relax Margo. No harm done and you probably made a young man's fantasy about an older woman come true. Right tiger?"

"Absolutely," I said. "Thanks Margo," I continued, trying to sound convincing.

Mom just smiled and gave me another tight hug. Her soft breasts and hard nipples pressed into me. I was beginning to enjoy that. Maybe too much though.

"How long do you think it'll take to get your penis ready again?" Jenn asked.

I started to stroke it. It's very strange stroking your cock in front of your mother. Very strange indeed.

"Let me help," she asked. "Since it's my fault you're soft."

Whoa. Did my mom just offer to help me get stiff again?!!

She lifted my cock and gently stroked it. It was a tender touch and Jenn was transfixed. I noticed only then that she too was bra-less and her nipples were stiffening and poking through. It was the first time I'd 'seen' her nipples. They were quite long and thick. Very tasty looking and boy did they help. Soon my boner was returning.

"Well done Margo," said Jenn.

"I think your nipples had more of an influence that my hand did," mom retorted.

Jenn looked down at her stiff nipples and then at me and blushed.

"Oops," she said.

"If you'd like to let them out I'm sure it would speed things along," said mom.

I was shocked by the thought that my mother would ask a woman to flash her tits at her son, but, I was glad she did. Jenn looked thoughtful and then to my surprise she lifted up her top exposing two beautiful round and firm breasts. I'd guess at least a D or possibly a DD and they were golden brown from her holiday in Cancun. So, with mom stroking me and Jenn flashing her boobs I was quite stiff and it was time to get back on stage. We assumed our positions and we were off.

The rest of the session passed quietly. Having already cum I was sure that I could relax and enjoy the sensations knowing another orgasm was unlikely. Mom kept me stiff with the occasional squeeze and suck and I helped out by remembering the beautiful sight of Jenn's naked breasts, as well as, trying to sneak glances at dark hair and blondie's boobs.

The session ended and we retired to the changing room. Mom flopped down onto one of the chairs while I sat in the other. Jenn arrived a few minutes later and we were still naked.

"How do you think it went?" I asked.

"It went well I thought," she replied, "and no-one noticed your orgasm Larry. So you can both relax."

"What might have happened if someone had noticed?" mom asked.

"It could get awkward if someone complained. These sessions are meant to be erotica not pornography."

We just let that sentence hang there. 

Once dressed we left and as before I followed mom home.

Aftermath 2

When we arrived at mom's it was as if nothing happened. Mom hung up her coat and headed straight for the kitchen asking what I'd like for supper. When it was ready we sat at the table and talked about our week. Talked about everything apart from the biggest thing that happened in each of our week.

"Mom, can we talk about this evening?"

"Sure sweetie. What do you want to know?"

"What happened?"

"I don't really know. I thought that if my lips just touched your penis it would be more realistic and then when I felt you spasm I knew you were going to cum so I just re-acted. I didn't want you spraying all over the place and being embarrassed so, I just swallowed."

"And that doesn't bother you?"

"Not really sweetie. I'm sorry that I embarrassed you, but it was unintentional."

"You more or less gave me a blow-job and swallowed."

"I know sweetie, but like I said, it wasn't deliberate so I can live with that."

When she put it that way it made me think about it differently. She was right. It wasn't deliberate. Cumming was a risk I was prepared to take right from the start, so why should this be any different. It was a risk that happened.

"I'm off to bed sweetie. See you in the morning."

Then after a quick hug and kiss on the cheek she went to bed. I followed soon after and struggled to control my thoughts. Jenn flashing her titties at me made me stiff. Mom actually giving me a blow-job and swallowing got the familiar tingles started. My cock got thicker and more sensitive. So after a few strokes of my pulsing cock I erupted for the second time that evening and after a quick clean up I managed to fall asleep.

The next morning I awoke and had a shower before going downstairs. It was 8a.m. and mom was already in the kitchen sorting out the laundry. To my surprise she was naked. She turned when she heard me approach and said," You're dressed?"

"Are we still doing the naked thing? I thought after yesterday we'd be cool with our posing."

"Do you want to stop the nudity then?"

"Not really. I enjoy the freedom." 

"Me too," she replied.

So I stripped off and had my cereal.

"Any plans for today?" she asked.

"I've some work to catch up on but that shouldn't take too long. Why?"

"I've some shopping to do and wondered if you'd like to come along."

"OK. It'll get me out for a while."

"Thank you. Leave in about an hour then?"

"Sure. I'll go get ready. Can't go like this," I said laughing.

"No best not. Suppose I'll have to change too," she giggled. 

An hour later we were on our way to the mall. On the way mom explained that she wanted to get some new clothes. With her weight loss her clothes no longer fitted. What I didn't know was that entailed not just tops and jeans but the dreaded lingerie department. Certainly not the place you want to be when your mom is buying for herself. Cringe worthy.

She walked round checking out tops first of all. Holding them up, then putting them in front of her as she looked in the mirrors. Then it was onto trousers and jeans before dresses and skirts. She wasn't really a dress or skirt person usually, so I assumed that since her weight loss and new found confidence posing nude, she was more confident wearing them. Laden down with what appeared to be a complete wardrobe, now I know why she wanted me to come, pack rat; we made our way to the fitting rooms. I sat outside while she went to try the clothes on. After a couple of minutes she came out wearing one of the tops she'd selected. It was pink, tight fitting and it was obvious she was swinging freely under it. Her nipples were poking through.

"What do you think?" she asked. "Too tight?"

"No not really. The colour suits you too."

Off she went to re-appear in a pale blue top.

"Well?"

"That's a nice one too."

"Not too loose?" she queried and then leaned forward.

The top spilled open revealing her naked breasts. It was a hot vision.

"So long as you're careful when you bend it should be ok," I whispered while looking around to check no-one could see.

Away she went again coming back with her final top. It was white, loose and slightly see-through. It clung onto her hard nipples and the vague outline of her breasts could be seen.

"Well?"

"You'd need to wear something underneath it," I whispered again.

She turned towards the mirror and moved under the light to get a better view.

"I suppose I'd need to," she winked.

Those last two tops were getting me aroused. Mom had wonderful breasts and I certainly enjoyed looking at them even though I'd seen them quite a lot. She came back out again in the same white top only this time with a fitted skirt that hugged her hips showing off her hour glass figure. Where had this hot mom come from? How had I not noticed her before? She must have been hiding under all the baggy clothes she wore.

"That's really dressy," I said.

"You like?"

"Yes."

Off she went again coming back with the loose blue top and what I think they call an A-line skirt. It was navy and as she twirled it lifted up showing off her thighs.

"Is it too short?"

"I don't think so."

"What if I stretch or bend over?"

She stretched up as if getting something from a high shelf. The skirt rose up her thighs but not too much.

"That's fine."

Turning round she bent as if to pick something off the floor. It rose up her ass and just about hid her panties.

Before I could respond she twisted round and asked, "Well?" Giving me another wonderful view down her billowing top.

"It just about covers you," I said.

Straightening up she disappeared again. It took a little longer for her to come back and when she did she was in a snug, figure hugging, light green dress. High necked, short sleeved and just above the knee.

"Beautiful," I said. "It shows you off very well."

She smiled and off she went re-appearing in a flimsy, plunging, flowing, peach coloured summer dress. It showed a lot of cleavage and now that she had her bra back on giving her more support, she looked stunning.

"Another great choice. Very flattering too."

"I'm not going to get the next one but I just have to try it on. Want to see it?"

"Sure, why not."

When she came back I understood why she wasn't buying it. It was like one of those 'nearly dresses' that celebs would wear out to an awards show. The halter neck neckline plunged right down to her navel at the front. The back was bare to the top of her ass and when she lifted her arms her side boob was there for all to see. Basically the only part of her boob covered was the nipple and the part below it. There were splits up the side going to her waist and as she walked it was obvious she had no panties on. She was naked underneath and just about had her modesty covered. Any sudden or inappropriate moves and her tits would be out and her pussy would be on view. Hot stuff.

"I can see what you mean," I smiled.

Then to my amazement and pleasure she did a very fast twirl. The split sides lifted showing her naked thighs and hips. Her modesty was still covered but it was very arousing and before going back in she tugged at the halters and her right boob popped out showing off a very prominent and stiff nipple. I think she was enjoying her exhibitionism. She wasn't the only one. She giggled and went back to change. I re-arranged my cock in my jeans.

Then it was onto the lingerie department. She spent a long time checking out bras, panties, basques and other bits and pieces I never knew existed and was away for a good quarter of an hour trying them on before coming back and handing them to the fitting room supervisor.

"Let's pay for these and then get some coffee," she said.

There was a Starbucks close by and as we sat and drank our coffee she took out her phone.

"I couldn't come out to show you the undies so I took photos. Tell me what you think."

She opened her gallery and I scrolled through the selfies. Who'd have thought that in the space a few months my mother would be showing me selfies of her in her bra and panties. 

The first bra was a plain white one that seemed to give lots of support and really enhanced her cleavage. The next was a red one that seemed to have half cups. It showed off her boobs amazingly, covering her nipples but showing the top edge of her aureoles. Very erotic. The next two were the same bra except for the colour. One was black, the other was white, both were see-through and hid very little.

"Very nice," I said.

"Which was your favourite?"

"Don't know if I'd have a favourite. They were all lovely. Which was your favourite?"

"I liked them all too," she said. "Think I'll go back and get them and some matching panties too. Do you want to wait here while I go?"




Larry's Sexual Journey Ch. 08



"Yes. Want me to hold your shopping for you?"

"Yes please." And off she went. When she returned we went home for some lunch and she promised me a better look than the photos allowed of the lingerie. That thought made me tingle. I couldn't wait to see those bras in real-life. My cock started to thicken at the prospect.



Larry's Sexual Journey Ch. 09



If you're looking hot and heavy sex, then this is not the story for you.

It's a slow moving and gentle story. 

It's an easy and light read. 

Enjoy and feel free to leave a comment.

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The fashion show.

Once home mom starting making the dinner. It wasn't long before the smell of bolognaise came wafting from the kitchen. If I wasn't hungry before, I certainly was now. Over dinner we chatted about lots of things except her new clothes and our 'modelling careers'. After dinner I washed and stacked the dishes while mom disappeared to her room.

"Larry," she shouted from her room.

"Yes mom," I replied.

"Whenever you're finished can you come up?"

"Yes. Just about finished now."

As I climbed the stairs and headed towards her room, she poked her head around her door and said, "Wait in your room please and I'll be in shortly."

I did as I was told.

A few minutes later she put her head around my door and said, "Ready?"

"Yeah," I replied.

"I'll show you the outfits first and then the lingerie. That ok?"

"Whatever suits you mom."

I couldn't believe this was about to happen. My prim and proper mom was going to, not only give me a fashion show, but a lingerie parade as well. I must have died and gone to heaven.

She walked in wearing the pink top and the figure hugging skirt. This time she had a bra on. The strap lines were visible, it held her boobs high and projected them forward. Walking into the middle of the room she stopped and did a twirl.

"What do you think?"

"Wonderful. It really shows off your hour glass figure mom."

"Thank you sweetie," she said as she turned and left.

Next came the pale blue top with jeans. Once again she went to the middle of the room and did a twirl.

"Another nice outfit mom."

"I like the top but like you said I need to be careful." 

Having said that she leaned forward. The top billowed showing her boobs supported by the white bra. It was still an erotic view and I could feel the tell-tale tingles starting. The arousal caused by my mom no longer made me feel guilty. Probably because of what we'd already been through.

Next was the white and slightly see-through top with jeans.

"You said I'd need to wear something beneath this. Is this better?"

She walked over towards me so that I could get a closer look.

"I can see your bra clearly but that's all."

"Disappointed?" she said mockingly.

"And what if I am?" I smiled.

"Awwww," she laughed and pulled her top up to give a very quick glimpse of the see-through bra.

Next up was the lovely snug light green dress. She walked to the middle of the room once more and completed her twirl.

"Very nice mom. That really does suit you."

"Does my tummy not look big?"

"Not at all," I replied. "It's really lovely."

She smiled widely and left returning very quickly in the flimsy peach dress. She marched to the middle of the room and did a quick twirl. The flowing dress flared out and showed off her thighs. Once again I got a view of her wonderful cleavage through the deep plunging neckline. 

"I think I'll need a bra with this one or else there'll be no real shape. Your mom's old boobs are too saggy," she laughed.

"There not saggy."

"OK buster. I need you to be honest with me now. OK?"

"Sure mom."

"Have a good look. I'm going to take the bra off and I want you to tell me which is better."

She turned away and as if by magic removed her bra before turning back again.

"Well?"

"From a standing point of view, the only difference is less cleavage on show."

"Standing point of view?"

"If you were moving, walking, it might be different."

"Well maybe someday we'll have to find out," she winked.

Was my mom flirting with me?

"Ready for the next set?" she asked.

"As ready as you are."

She arrived back in just her new lingerie. It was the plain white bra with matching cotton panties. The bra held her boobs firmly and showed off a wonderful sexy cleavage, while the panties moulded round her womanly hips with a hint of camel toe and her dark pubic hair. Although it wasn't a sexy outfit, it was very erotic.

"Well?"

"Very nice mom and they look really comfy," I said trying not to seem pervy.

"More everyday use really," she said. "Keeps everything in place," she continued while she hefted her boobs in her two hands. "Sturdy and comfy."

Next it was the red, half cup bra with matching high leg panties. Her boobs were lifted and pushed together to produce a deep cleavage. Not dissimilar from the previous one. However, the cups were only half cups and the tops of both boobs were free to see. The cups were so low cut that the tops of the aureole were clearly visible. Very hot. She turned slowly to show off her panties. The high cut legs revealed quite a bit of ass cheek.

"Well?"

"Very hot mom. Can I ask a favour?"

"Sure you can."

"Can you hop gently?"

She fired me a puzzled look but hopped anyway. Following my gaze she soon realized why I'd asked. Because of the half cups, her boobs jiggled as she hopped. A very hot and hypnotic sight. She laughed, then stopped and said, "naughty boy," before leaving. I re-adjusted my cock while she was out.

Next up was the sheer, black bra with a sheer matching thong. Thong!! I never thought mom was a thong person.

"I'm not really a thong person," she said as if reading my mind. These are the first I've ever bought."

As I looked down her body. Her boobs and nipples were visible through the bra cups and the small triangle of material barely covered her pussy lips. Wisps of her pubic hair poked out the top and the sides. Noticing my gaze she said, "I think I'll have to trim the rug."

I looked up and she winked. Then turning slowly her ass cheeks were visible in all their naked glory. Very nice would be an understatement. Why was my mom having this affect on me?

"Looks great mom."

When she went again I had to move my by now stiff cock to a more comfortable position. She returned wearing the sheer, white bra with its matching thong. This was even hotter as it clearly showed both her boobs and pussy and her dark bush looked glorious beneath the white material. This time I instinctively adjusted my cock. Mom watched me and just smiled.

"Which ones do you like?"

"I like them all for different reasons," I replied.

"Methinks you like the red one best though," she said laughing.

"Well, it did show your breasts off quite well," I replied slightly embarrassed.

"Thank you sweetie for letting me show you, as well as, coming with me today."

"My pleasure mom."

Then walking over to me, she gave me a tight, boob squashing hug. As I hugged her back my hand brushed across her bare ass. Did I just imagine that it made her press harder against me?

"I'll go and make coffee mom," I said in an effort to cool the situation. I was getting too aroused and the guilt was coming back.

"Thank you sweetie. I'll be down in a minute."

I'd no sooner the coffee made when mom appeared naked. 

"Are our naked days over?" she asked.

"No, I'm still game." And at that I stripped off and sat at the table.

"Looks like you enjoyed the fashion show," mom said, using a tea spoon to point.

I looked down. My cock was thicker than usual, its head was quite damp and a strand of pre-cum was connecting it to my thigh.

"I'd have been worried if I didn't," I laughed while thinking how strange it still was to be naked, showing an aroused cock, in front of my naked mother.

"It's nice to know your old mom still has the power to do that," she winked. "Tell me?" she continued. "What did Jenn mean by, 'he tastes sweet, doesn't he?'?"

I'm sure I must have blushed as I could feel my face blaze.

"I don't know what you mean," I lied.

"After you're little...incident, as we went off stage, Jenn said to me, 'He tastes sweet, doesn't he?' "

Oh shit. I was dreading this happening. What else will she want to know about my sessions?

"My first erotic session was a simulated wank, I mean masturbation. I had to maintain an erection for the whole session. By the end I was so aroused it wouldn't go down and Jenn helped out."

"How did she help?"

"She gave me some hand cream and wipes and said I may as well take care of it before I leave."

"And you did it in front of her?"

"I was so aroused I didn't think and just started. Before I knew, she was in front of me. She took over and gave me a blow-job."

I noticed mom's neck starting to flush as I told the story. Her nipples hardened and she squirmed a bit in her chair. Was my story turning her on?

"Was she good?" mom asked.

"Mom, I don't have much experience so I can't really say if she was good or average. It was very enjoyable though."

"Better than last night?"

How the hell do I answer that? I have to say, "No, of course not." Don't I? But before I could answer mom saved the day yet again by saying that it was an unfair question and not to answer.

The rest of the day was spent quietly. Mom did some housework, while I caught up with college work and come the evening we watched some TV. Still naked.

The next morning mom wakened me with breakfast in bed. It was coffee and toast.

"Would you like to go for a walk?" she asked.

"Now?"

"In an hour or so, after we're ready."

"OK. I'll get showered and ready when I finish breakfast."

She left and I could hear her getting showered. I ate my toast and got into the shower, finishing off my coffee as I got dried and dressed. I heard her leave her room and go downstairs, so, as soon as I was ready, I joined her. 

"Ready?" she asked.

"Yep," I replied.

"Let's go then," she said.

She was wearing jeans, her new pink top and a fleece jacket. All very conservative I thought. I was a bit disappointed in so far as I was expecting her to be a bit more daring. Maybe she wasn't as liberal as I'd hoped.

Five minutes later we were parking up and heading along one of the longer walks in the park. It was a long path with a slight gradient that led through the trees and up to a little lake at the back of the park. In the summer months families and friends would swim in it and picnic on its shores, but today, even though it was a beautiful day, it was cool and there wouldn't be too many there and certainly no swimmers. We didn't speak as we walked and after about 15 minutes we reached the lake. As I suspected there were few people about and as we walked along the shoreline mom announced she was warm and removed her fleece. She was braless and the sudden coolness of the air made her nipples almost explode through her top. She hadn't lost her nerve. She was just being cautious in case we met someone who knew her. I was mesmerized by her very stiff nipples and was busted.

"Close your mouth sweetie," she said with a wink.

"Sorry mom," I replied feebly. "I just wasn't expecting this."

"You disapprove?"

"Most definitely not," I grinned.

She smiled, winked and we walked on.

Within a short while we heard voices up ahead. Mom instinctively wrapped her fleece about her to hide her extremely stiff nipples. As soon as we passed the other walkers she unwrapped her fleece and let her pokies be seen again.

"I'm not ready yet to be seen by others," she said with a heaviness.

"Not a problem mom. Whenever you're ready and not before."

She just smiled at me and we walked on. I couldn't help but notice the slight bounce of her boobs under her top as we walked. It was a wonderful, sexy sight. We continued on in a comfortable silence for another ten minutes or so before turning back. Not long after we heard voices approaching and I wondered if she'd be brave enough to let her pokies be seen. As the people got closer I could sense her deliberating within herself whether she would be brave. It was two young guys. As they got closer they stopped chatting and I could see them looking at mom. As we passed each other their eyes were glued to mom's boobs and their jaws slackened. Mom ignored their stares as if oblivious to what was happening and I heard them whispering to each other. I could guess what they were saying.

"Well done mom."

"Thanks sweetie but it was nerve wracking," she replied with a nervous laugh.

We didn't speak all the way back to the car but she wore a huge grin and made no attempt to cover up when others passed. Believe me when I say that they all glanced at her. Especially the guys.

Once back home mom made coffee and we sat at the kitchen table.

"Did you enjoy your walk?" I asked.

"Yes. I did."

"What did you enjoy most?" I probed.

"You know fine well what I enjoyed the most," she laughed.

"Good," I said. "I'm glad."

"It was a different sensation to be naked in front of our group but just as satisfying. I guess I must be an exhibitionist at heart."

"So long as you enjoyed it and have no regrets."

"I did and I don't."

"It's time I was heading back to my apartment to get sorted for the coming week," I said.

"OK sweetie. You go get sorted and I'll make us something to eat."

I packed my bag and we ate a few sandwiches before I took my leave. As usual mom left me to the door, gave me a boob squashing hug where I could feel her still stiff nipples and a kiss on the cheek.