0 comments/ 19954 views/ 8 favorites Educating Mel By: prevacker At 18, I was a senior in High School (which was in the nearest town, about 10 miles). I had a birthday party that involved parents because of the transportation problem in getting everyone to our farm. The mother of one of my friends followed me out of the room and managed to talk to me "alone". She asked, "Now that you are a MAN, do you feel different?" Normally I would give a lame-ass answer to a question like that, then later regret that I had not come up with some clever reply. But in this case, I must have been "right on". I said to her, "I am 18, but I have no real experience with women so I guess I don't really feel like a 'MAN'." She smiled at that, turned away and started back to the main party. Then turned back to me and smiled again, asking "Would I be able to help you with that?" I was stunned, THAT was the answer I had wanted, but now I didn't know how to reply, so I just nodded vigorously and finally said... "that would be SO great." Then, after a pause, I added, "you are SO beautiful, thank you!" I think she was ready to help me anyway, but my comment about her beauty locked in the deal. She was nice looking for an older woman, I remember thinking at the time - but I had no idea how beautiful she would become when she got naked. Most men remember the "first time" and I wish every boy could become a man by having a "first time" like mine. I didn't have to do anything. She managed to find out when my mom and everyone else except me would be out of the house, and that's when she showed up to visit (my mom). When I explained that my mom wasn't home, she laughed as she said, "What a pity, I guess I'll have to wait."... "Maybe you could show me your room?" Sure!! She started up the stairs ahead of me and when I reached the stairs to follow, she slowed down, and when I looked up at her I realized she was not wearing anything under her short skirt, so her bare pussy was being flashed to me as she went upstairs. She did not have all the hair on her pussy the way my mom did; at the time I thought that was just the way some women are - but of course she had carefully shaved some of it, revealing her labia clearly. When we got to my room, she said, "We might as well rest here until your mom gets home, OK?" The best I could do was (duh) "ok". She lay down on the bed in her clothes and then said, "I might get all wrinkled, would you help me off with my clothes, please." By the time I got her clothes off completely I was stiff as I have ever been, and she said, "Aren't you uncomfortable with your penis all stiff in those tight clothes?" I must have blushed, but soon stammered. "yes". "Then take them off." So I did. And stood there with my cock pointing directly at her. She smiled and said, "looks like you have a compass to follow, it's pointing to ME". Then she waved me to her, and ooooh, I so remember the soft warm feeling of her body against me as she wrapped her arms around me. Her lips engulfed mine, and her tongue was in my mouth; I had heard of this but the only kisses I had ever been given were more like the kind you give your old aunt. Her hands caressed my back and my butt as her breasts pushed against me and my cock pressed against her warm thighs... and I ejaculated all over her! "OH OH ...I'm SORRY!". I was SO embarrassed, but I also felt SO good, that is the kind of mixed pleasure embarrassment that you only get to have once I guess. She laughed and told me to get a warm wet washcloth to wipe her off (and wipe off myself). Then we started kissing again, and she suggested that I "caress each and every" part of her body, starting with her arms and legs and "leave the best parts to last". So as we kissed and I learned how to use my tongue in exactly the way she used hers on me, I caressed her arms, then her body and her butt and as far along her thighs as I could reach. "Kiss me here" she said, pointing to her nipples. So I did. "Use your tongue and tease me." So I did. "You are a natural, that is so exciting. Never do any one thing too long - always make a girl want more before you give her more." So I went back to caressing her, kissing her, and occasionally moving down to tease her nipples, which were huge and stuck out as if she were a tiny cow. My moms nipples were flat, but maybe they get this big when she is excited - I really did not know anything about women. "Do you know how a girl is different from a boy?", she asked. "Sort of... I stammered. We have diagrams in Biology class." "Well, the diagrams tend to leave out the information you need the most - which is knowing exactly what girls enjoy about sex. She smiled and said, "Maybe you should look around closely, and as you do that I will explain." She didn't have to ask me twice. I turned in bed so my face was between her thighs to see better and she instructed me to be "very gentle", then showed me how to separate the folds with my fingers so I could see what was between them. As I did that, I was acutely aware that my stiff cock was in her face just as much as her pussy was in mine. And her pussy smelled SO "interesting". It just seemed "RIGHT". Like this is the right place to be, near a pussy. Suddenly she had my penis in her mouth, and the how warm wet feeling (and her tongue along the under side) had me ejaculating again in less than a minute. At least I didn't pull away, but I did say, "OH OH ... I'm sorry, I couldn't help it." After she sucked on me for a few seconds and I quit pumping cum into her mouth, she let loose of it and said, "I knew you would be over-sensitive at first, that's why I did it. Don't worry, you're 18 and you will be ready again in a few minutes. Meanwhile, take a finger and move everything around down there, and I will tell you what it is and what makes me feel good. So I began fingering her pussy and learned where her vagina was, and how to tease it with a fingertip, and where her clit is, and how to circle it without rubbing it directly. And then she said she wanted my tongue all over and even 'in" her there. I had been wanting to do that, but was afraid to do ANYTHING that might cause her to stop 'instructing' me. She began moving her hips some, and I stopped. "DON'T STOP - that feels so great I can't hold still. Remember to tease me - don't let me know what is next! You're not sanding it or licking a spoon, you are teasing it!" Just when I thought she would never get enough of my licking and teasing, she said, "Now for the FUCKING." I was already stiff again, but at that word my cock bounced. I had not expected to get to fuck her! She explained that I might come again when we started, but for me to not worry about that. She insisted that I tease her cunt with my cock the way I had been doing with my tongue. So I did exactly that, rubbing the tip around her clit, and poking it into her just a little then pulling out. She moaned and started saying, "MORE"... "IN MORE". But I decided that since she had mentioned the importance of "teasing" that she would have to wait to get all of it. And I would have teased her for a lot longer, but she reached around my butt and pulled me into her- ramming my cock all the way into her hot wet pussy - and I couldn't help it, I started ejaculating again, as I pounded away at her. DAMN THAT WAS GOOD. "OK, but don't think you are done. My pussy could use a little more licking now." So I went back to doing that, not realizing she was just waiting for me to get stiff again. When I did get stiff, she said, "Now we do it doggy style." And she got on her hands and knees, spreading her legs and said "get up near me and let me put it in". So I did just that, and soon I was pumping away as she pushed back against me. I fell out once, but she had me back in without losing a stroke. Just as I was about to come again, she said, "Now my turn." And she somehow turned me down on the bed, and sat astride my cock before I could be upset that I was not behind her, sliding my cock into her. Her beautiful tits were bouncing in front of my face, so I licked at her nipples when they came close and she loved that- pulling away a little and then leaning forward to allow me to just reach them. Her hips were working back and forth on me, not up and down so although it felt great, I was not getting maximal stimulation so I was trying to sort of buck her up and down a little. I could see her face sort of lose all expression and her eyes shut partly like she was losing consciousness. Then she was gasping and choking as she kept rubbing back and forth on my cock. It was so exciting that I came again, upside down. And when she finished, she said, "That was great!! you came again too, didn't you?". "Yeah". "That's good, but don't move." She started the same sliding back and forth on my cock again, even though I could tell it was getting soft, and she had another orgasm. Then another. As my cock was getting soft, so she showed me how to position my thumb on her clit, and hold her butt with the other hand so I could help her move back and forth. And she came again, then collapsed on the bed next to me and started hugging me and nuzzling my neck. "I think you know everything you need to know now," she smiled, "but it probably would be a good idea for you to PRACTICE, don't you think?" I hoped that meant to practice with her as I said, "Definitely, I probably need to do this a few hundred times to get it right, don't you think?". And she laughed at my terrible joke, even though I was NOT joking. In a few minutes, we could hear my mom's car turn onto our road, and she quickly got dressed. She said, "You be taking a shower, OK?" So I did. By the time my mom got inside, her friend was reading a magazine in the living room. When you are 18 and you learn almost everything in one day; believe me, you want to practice EVERY day after that. It seemed that she had every bit as much fun as I did, so I expected her to be just as interested in meeting often with me, but that was not how my "second" time played out - but that's another story. Educating Mistress Ebony I had been dating Judy off and on for about a year. We had decided it was a relationship based on two things, first limited friendship and sex. I had found I could never trust her enough as a lover to have a long-term relationship with her. As far as sex went, she was a lousy lay. She gave good head, but when it came to a fuck, she wanted to lay back and do nothing. I knew she was fantasying about being tied to the bed and she claimed she wanted me to do that to her. She knew that I had a collection of BDSM stuff and had a part time slave and both ideas turned her on. BUT she had been abused by her second husband to the point that he went to jail for a few years. The guy was really sick and I just didn’t trust her to be over it, so I wanted to keep our sex very vanilla. Since we had agreed to be friends and fuck on occasion, which basically was when she was horny and willing to ask me for it. (That was as close as I would go to humiliating, making her ask me for a fuck.) As friends we often went to a local singles club Saturday night dance. We went as friends and would dance once together and the rest apart. No strings attached and if one of got lucky the other would get out of the way. We were not living together, just driving together. One night we walked in to find a true Nubian Goddess. Tracey was about 5’7” tall, dark black silky skin with long legs and long fingernails. What caught my eye first was the skin tight leather pants, then I noticed the silky purple blouse that made it clear she had perfect 36 C breast and no bra, only then did I see a smile that made my heart stop and eyes that revealed a wonderful soul. As soon as Judy and I finished our traditional first dance, I had planned to try and meet Tracey, but I did not have the chance. To my pleasure she was waiting on me. As I left the dance floor, she took my hand and led me back to the dance floor. No words were spoken. It was a slow dance, “The Rose” by Bette Midler, my favorite. As we danced she kept her body applied to mine. She raised her lips to my ear with a playful bite, and then said, “I have wanted to meet you for some time. My name is Tracey and I want you to do some things for me.” I didn’t get a chance to say a word. “I know you have trained slaves for some time. I want to be trained but not as a slave, as a Mistress. I will make it worth you time.” As the song ended I told her I would think about. She kept my hand in hers and led me outside. I should point out the single dance does not allow any kissing or such in the building. As we stepped to a secluded area she raised her lips to mine. Before I could do more than just touch her lips her tongue was half way down my throat. Most guys never allow the woman to French back, but I love it. My hands stayed on her ass, enjoy the feeling of the leather over the firm buttocks. She worked her way down from my lips until she pulled just far enough back to unzip my pants. Then holding my hands back and using just her tongue and mouth she worked my eight and half inches out from the underwear and pants. She paused only long enough to tell me how glad she was that it was. She did express some concern that she might have trouble taking it up the ass, but hoped to try soon. To say she proceeded to give me a blowjob is not even an understatement. She worshipped my cock; she made love to it with her mouth. Her tongue twisted and circled my full shaft. She had her mouth next to my pubic hair and yet it felt as if her tongue was jerking me off inside her mouth. She could really have done the proverbial “suck a golf ball through a water hose” – I did not even shoot a load – she drained every drop of cum my balls held, I can not even remember ejaculating, just filling her with my cum. Eventually she freed my hands from her grasp and zipped my pants back up. She plastered herself against me for another long kiss. As we separated she told me that a friend of hers was my part time slave. Tracey wanted to learn to have that power over men and women. Before going back into the dance we traded business cards and home numbers. I was pleased to learn she was a top lawyer in Little Rock. As we walked back into the dance, her arm was around my waist and my hand was on her ass. We danced two more dances, then took a break. I would say we did that to keep from looking so obvious, but it was too late for that. She had another guy take her onto the floor for more dancing. As the only black woman there, and the hottest woman there, lots of guys wanted her. While I was taking a drink of my rum and coke, Judy walked up to me. Basically she was pissed that I would even talk to a black woman. She gave me the standard “no race mixing” quotes, exhibiting her hatred and vile views. I quickly reminded her that we were friends and not in any real relationship, so her views did not matter to me. Before she could say anything else, I noticed the man who had been dancing with Tracey seemed to be doing the same to her. Tracey slapped his face hard and I left Judy to rescue Tracey, even though she did not need my help. We went back to the dance floor. I learned that the guy was a friend of Judy’s and she had talked him into explaining to Tracey that she should be with her “own kind”. I asked if that meant she should be at a place that was only women? That did get a laugh from her. As we walked off the dance floor this time, Judy was waiting for us. She started to “explain” things to us. At this point I reminded Judy that we were in her car and I did not need a ride home, and to make it even better, Tracey and I were leaving. Tracey gave me ride back to my house. On the way we talked about finding slaves and how to train them and I answered many of her questions. But I pointed out that it was not so much of knowing what to do, it was more or less just having an attitude. I pointed out she already had the attitude and I would gladly show her the ropes – so to speak. When we got back to my place I told her she just had to follow my lead. While I would be telling her what to do, I did not want her to think of herself as my slave, just an obedient lover. First thing on the evening’s agenda was to order a pizza. I had something more in mind though. I called a special place where Jared worked. Jared was a neighbor in college, about 19 or 20 years old with a firm and hard body. While I had never made a pass at him, I suspected he was bi and clearly had a submissive side to him. I asked if it was possible to have Jared make the delivery – and was tickled to learn he would be on his way home and we would be his last delivery. I stripped and put on a loose robe and handed one to Tracey. I told her what I had in mind. She not only agreed but was so turned on I swear I could her pussy getting wet. We did not have long to wait until the doorbell was ringing. I took Tracey’s robe from her and told her to answer the door bringing Jared to me. Needless to say when the door opened to this gorgeous naked black woman, which was the last thing Jared had expected to see at my house. As they came into den, I ordered Tracey to suck my cock. She quickly knelt; placing her hands behind her back and repeating the same skills she had early shown me. Jared was standing there with his mouth open and drooling. I told him to put the pizza on the coffee table. After that he just stood there. I told him to stand next to me. I put my arm around his shoulder and told him she was the best. He just nodded never taking his eyes from Tracey’s body. He was shaking like a schoolboy. “Maybe you would like her to give you a blow job too?” I asked. He nodded. I told him to drop his pants and enjoy. Just as she started to tease his cock with her mouth I moved behind him, rubbing my hard cock against his cute bare ass and trapped his arms with mine. “If you agree to do EVERYTHING we say, she will give you a great blow job – but if you don’t want to play our game, then you can leave now.” I must admit he was a fast learner. “Master, Mistress I will do anything you say.” Well at this point what occurred with Jared would make a couple of great stories, but he did spend the next few hours being a great teaching tool. I taught Tracey how to tie him in many ways and helped her tease him. He watched me fuck her (my first time with her) then he ate my cum out of her. He was on his way to being a great slave for us. After about four hours of hard work, I helped her tie him spread eagle to the bed, where I video recorded him begging her to let him cum. She used only her mouth and tongue. That was late enough for us, so we sent him on his way, and she joined me in my bed. I was really pleased she had been true to her word and worked really hard to learn everything I showed her. She asked me a few questions as we cuddled and drifted on to sleep. I woke about 9:30 the next morning to her fixing a great breakfast. Over breakfast we talked about what had happened and I agreed to show her more that day. However, before we could do too much the telephone rang. It was Judy. She had stayed late at the dance and gone home alone. In short she wanted to make up and get laid. I told her to come on over and we could talk. I had Tracey move her car around back, so it could not be seen. Then we went upstairs and I gave her certain toys and told her to be ready to hide in the master bath when she heard me bring Judy back to the bedroom. I knew Judy well enough to know I would have her in bed within 15 minutes of walking in the door. When she was horny, she was predictable. Sure enough a few minutes later Judy was at the door, but I was not the forgiving man she was expecting. I told I would help her get her relief this time, but it would be our last time and she had to do what I told her. She agreed. I am sure she thought once we fucked, she would have everything back the way she wanted; but she had no idea what was about to happen. Once in the bedroom she saw the leather restraints I had used on Jared the night before. “Fasten my hands to the bed, please. I have always wanted you to use them on me.” So I fastened her hands to the headboard then but a blindfold on her. I spent a few minutes sucking her nipples and ate her pussy until she was wet and begging me to fuck her. “Alright, but I have a new toy to use on you first.” With that Tracey mounted her with a double-ended strap on dildo. It was all I could do not to laugh at the sight of her dark black skin with this white dildo sticking out. Soon she had Judy moaning and begging for more. That is when I took the blindfold off. Well, the next few minutes were tense. Judy was cussing us out and moaning at the same time. She was so hot and horny she was willing to take this humiliation. As Tracey made her cum, she calmed down. In fact she was almost happy with the set up. Then Tracey took over. “Bitch,” she said slapping one of Judy’s tits, “Last night you tried to humiliate me and stop me from seeing Master Al. Now you are going to get paid back for you mouth.” Judy was even whiter than normal with Tracey’s dark skin against her. “Fuck me doggie style Al, I am going to show this bitch how a real woman pleases her lover.” I mounted her from behind. “You have the tightest sweetest pussy I have ever had. You make fucking so great, “ I started telling her. Of course Judy was shocked, especially since removing the strap on dildo, Tracy had moved up on her body some. We were fucking right on top of her. Tracey started to suck one of Judy’s nipples. Judy was going wild. Tracey started to move her body up slowly. While I fucked her she moved up to where Judy could suck her titties. “Suck my nipples you slut.” I was surprised that Judy started sucking them with out an argument. Between watching Judy’s dilemma and Tracey’s sweet pussy I came in gallons. As I pulled out, Tracey pulled herself up forcing her pussy onto Judy’s mouth. “Come on you worthless white whore, eat every drop. In fact make me cum again with your tongue.” Soon Tracey was moaning and humping Judy’s face. I loved the sight and grabbed my digital camera and started taking photos. After a few more minutes Tracey crawled off Judy and walked over to me. She embraced me every bit as tightly as she had last night. We kissed for several minutes. It was a deep soul kiss that left both of us knowing we had a special relationship. After we pulled apart she undid Judy’s hands. “Look bitch, you have treated my man wrong long enough. You have two minutes to get dressed and out of his house. If you ever bother him in any way, I have some black brothers that have horse size dicks and they love to rape white sluts like you. So one word or mistake out of you and they will take of you. Now get whore.” As she said the ‘now git whore’ she slapped Judy’s ass nearly knocking her to the ground. Judy raced to grab her clothes. I think she was still pulling her pants up as she reached her car. We were laughing all the way. “She will call you again, especially when she sees us at the dance next week,” Tracey said. “I thought this was a student and teacher relationship and that was it?” I asked. “It is, but I just want to give her a chance to beg to eat my pussy again and I have to show the world that I took you from her,” was Tracey reply. “I just need to figure out how to humiliate her at the dance. I think she will make me a good slave.” I could only laugh and wish her well. But I wondered how she would humiliate Judy at the dance. As far as being a slave, I thought that would be more of a challenge than Tracey thought it would be. “Now get dressed so we can go shopping then over to my house to get it equipped for my slaves. I don’t want to share your slaves – all the time.” We kissed again then showered. As we dressed I hoped this was the start of a very special relationship that would last a long time. Oh, but then I had Jared now also to train. This had been a great weekend! - - - - - - - This story is partial true and partial fantasy - use your imagination to decide which part is which. I welcome emails Educating Mom: Andy's Story The following story is a complete work of fiction and fantasy. Any resemblance to actual persons or places is purely coincidental......rmdexter. * "I'm sorry, what bra size did you say you were looking for?" the buxom blonde salesgirl asked me. "32G," I repeated. "Oh my, your girlfriend must be quite something," she replied with a note of envy in her voice. "Oh, it's not for my girlfriend, it's for my mother." The young girl looked at me with increased interest as I stood before her, perfectly calm and rightly proud in telling her what I was looking for was for my own mother. "And I'm not looking for something boring. Do you have any that are, I don't know, I guess you'd say 'glamorous', and kind of ......enticing?" She looked at me intently as I watched her pretty face start to flush. "Well.....uh," she started nervously before clearing her throat and composing herself, "you've come to the right place; we have quite a good selection of things in that size that I think you might like." There was a note of curiosity in her voice now as she started to lead me through the lingerie store. I had figured going to a regular lingerie shop and finding what I was looking for in the size I needed might prove difficult. I'm sure that a lot of them didn't stock anything with the sex appeal I was looking for. Buying for someone with breasts as large as my mother's, I wanted to make sure I found just the right thing I had in mind. So, I did a search online to see which stores catered to strippers. Living in Las Vegas, I wasn't surprised to find there were quite a few to pick from. After looking at what their websites had to offer, I'd chosen this one, The Cat's Pajamas, which seemed to have quite a large inventory. As the young salesgirl moved across the showroom floor with me in tow, I took in the seductive sway of her full round ass, nicely displayed in a form-fitting pink sweater-dress. The dress clung flatteringly to all her luscious curves, the top part stretched nicely over what looked like a generous set of C-cups. "Here are some nice ones," she said as she reached forward and lifted a number of hangers down from a glittering chrome rod. She laid a number of different colored bras down on a display table in front of me, the ample cups facing up, all of them seeming to call out for an impressive pair of breasts to fill them and make the sensuous garments come to life. My eyes immediately zeroed in on a black one, the huge cups made of delicate lace, yet I could see that the structure of the garment was reinforced with some heavy-duty underwire, required to give a substantial degree of lift and support to a pair of breasts as large as my mother's. "I think this one will be perfect," I said as I let my fingers run along the black lacy edge of the large cups, anxious to see how it would fit on the woman I was buying it for............ I guess I should explain a little bit about what's going on here. My name's Andy, Andrew Alexander Adelson actually. My best friend, Connor Young, sometimes calls me 'Triple A' because of that moniker my parents laid on me. It was actually Connor who talked me into putting my story down in writing to share with others. He told me about his own story he's in the process of writing, called "The Face-Painter". I've read a number of chapters of his story (many times actually, with my dick in hand) and I can't recommend it highly enough! Connor said that he thought my story should be told too. Well, he talked to me for quite a while about it, and finally I relented. So I took up pen and paper......actually a keyboard and monitor, and have started in on what you are reading right now. So if you are not familiar with me from The Face-Painter series, I'll give you a little background information so you know how I've got to this point........... Like I said, my name's Andy. I'm a 27-year old computer engineer living in Las Vegas. I'm 5'-9" and weigh about 170. I guess you'd say I'm of average build, with short dark brown hair and brown eyes. I've never really had any problem getting girls to go out with me, or having girlfriends, so I guess women find me attractive. I have my own consulting firm and do a lot of work for the major hotels and casinos in town. I'm an only child, and that takes us to the heart of this story. My mother, Cynthia Rose Adelson, gave birth to me when she was just a teenager. My father, Gerald, was the other co-conspirator in my mistimed creation. Under pressure from both sets of church-going parents, the teenagers were not permitted to even consider the idea of either adoption or abortion. And so, following my birth, they were married and began the arduous chore of raising yours truly. My paternal grandfather gave my dad a job in his company once he'd finished high school, a job where my dad was at least able to make a decent wage and provide for his young family. I know now that my dad harbored a life-long grudge against my mother; blaming her through constant passive-aggressive behavior for what to him was his lost youth. During my birth, my mother experienced some unforeseen complications. The doctors decided on the spot that her tubes needed to be tied for safety's sake; resulting in my mother being unable to have any more children. Close to depression in the months that followed this, she turned to her church for solace. And to my father, that was fine, a place where he could trust her not to make his life any worse than he felt it already was. And so, our life went on like that for many years as I grew up. I knew my parents didn't have an ideal relationship by any means. I grew closer to my mother as the years went by. As a teenager, I started to see her in a different light, not just as my mother, but as a beautiful desirable woman. Having given birth to me at such a young age, I started to notice how much younger and better looking she was compared to most of my friends' mothers; except Connor, whose mother, Victoria, was absolutely gorgeous. My mother always dressed very conservatively, something I'm sure my dickhead father had something to do with. But I could tell that beneath those plain colors and boring styles lurked an absolute killer body just waiting to get out. My mother wasn't skinny by any means, but she wasn't fat either. Her lush body just looked......I don't know.... 'touchable'; almost as if she'd grown up but never lost her baby fat. She looked cute and desirable, and her tremendously large tits always set my young mind to lascivious thoughts at a moment's notice. She is not a tall woman, being only 5'-3" and I'd guess her weight to be about 120 lbs. Her hair is a rich chestnut brown and comes just past her shoulders. She's got the sweetest, most tender blue eyes I have ever seen, and I often seemed to just lose myself in daydreams when I looked into them. She has a beautiful mouth, nice and wide with full soft lips; a perfect mouth for cocksucking, I had always thought. But like I said earlier, her most defining attribute are those tremendously large tits of hers. No matter how conservatively she dressed, she couldn't hide the size of those babies. My friend Connor had told me once that my mom reminded him of a slightly older September Carrino, the busty model. I was familiar with her from many of my internet jackoff sessions, and I have to agree with my friend on that point. I've often looked at pictures and video clips of the voluptuous Ms. Carrino and jacked off imagining it was my own mother in her place. Yes, my stacked mother is quite the woman to inhabit the dreams and fantasies of a growing young man. I clearly remember the first time I snuck into my parents' room one Saturday when they went to visit friends. I nervously went to her dresser drawers and found the one containing her bras. I lifted a number of them out and scurried with them to the privacy of my room. Closing the door, I pulled back my covers and laid the bras out in a tantalizing display on my bed. I ran my fingers over the sensuous forbidden garments, my fingers loving the feel of the cool silky fabric as I started to stroke my brick-hard cock with my other hand. I found a tag on one of the straps and turned it upwards: 32G. Oh fuck, within seconds I blew a huge load all over my sheets, being careful not to get any cum on her bras. After I pumped myself dry, I was still hard. Knowing they were going to be away for a few hours yet, I ran back to their room and went into their closet. Aaaahh, there it was, the object I had come for; the laundry basket. I pulled it out into the light of the room and quickly found what I wanted; a pair of my mom's used panties. I hurriedly shoved the basket back into the closet and raced back to my room, her white panties clutched in my grasp. As I stood looking at the display of bras on my bed and resumed jerking my tumescent pecker, I brought her panties up to my face. The cool sexy material felt exquisitely wicked against my skin as I rubbed her panties all over my face. Her warm earthy smell entered my nostrils and fired my surging libido even more. I pulled them away and turned them inside out. "Ohhhggnnn," I let out a low moan as I looked at the remnants of a damp stain remaining on the lining of the gusset. I pressed it to my nose and breathed deeply. "Mmmmm," I gave a soft moan of delight as I inhaled her delicious womanly scent. The illicit delightful odor of my mother's snatch sent a scintillating wave of pleasure right to my groin. I breathed deeply again, and then let my tongue run out from between my lips and press against the inviting stain. I ran my tongue upwards and my warming saliva seemed to bring the taste of her alive in my mouth. I licked up and down as I savored the illicit taste of my mother's delicious pussy. I sucked hard on the fabric, trying to gather as much of her seeping nectar into my mouth as I could. Again, it didn't take long for those tingling sensations to start shooting through my midsection. I came; another huge load of cum splattering my sheets. Being a horny teenager, I came four more times that day before stealthily returning my stolen treasures to their room. That was the first time of many as dreams of my bewitchingly beautiful mother continued to inhabit my fantasies daily. Yes, I did have a number of girlfriends as I grew up, both in high school and college; but none of them had ever come close to being the woman of my dreams that my mother was. It was like something was holding me back.....at least prior to the beginning of the events that take place in this tale. I pictured many times how things would be if I could be with her as a man, and not just as her son. How perfect life would be if I could convince her to let me do to her all the nasty things I wanted, and to have her eagerly do to me the things that I wanted her to do. I dreamed of being able to educate her to please me, to be the perfect lover that I knew she could be; something I knew that lay hidden within her troubled soul, just aching to be released. But as time went by, I thought that day would never come....until things started to change...... My mother's parents died in a car accident when I was just finishing high school; leaving my mother a little inheritance money of her own. My dad's parents died just over two years ago, both of them losing battles with cancer within months of each other. I was shocked by my dad's behavior following the death of his parents. While most people would be mourning, he seemed to be almost ecstatic with happiness as he seemed to feel he was finally out from beneath his parents' control. He was in for a big surprise when it came time for the will to be read though. I think his parents knew what their son was like deep down, and they ended up leaving a substantial amount of their estate to my mother, and also directly to me, their only grandson. My Dad was furious, figuring all that money should have gone to him. The lawyers told him the will was iron-clad and he had no recourse. Well, he found his own recourse; within days of the inheritance money being allotted, he quit his job and skipped town. At first I was shocked, but as the days went by a tremendous feeling of relief started to come over me. Although she was initially crushed, I felt especially happy for my mother, knowing she was no longer under my father's control. When my dad left she found comfort at her church, spending a lot of time helping out there. She also worked part-time at our local library branch, which I was happy to see. The church people seemed to be just as controlling as my father had been. I would often talk to her about it and try to get her to distance herself from those people, but it had been part of her life for so long, I was constantly fighting an uphill battle. I think shortly after my dad left is when things started to change between my mother and me. When I was growing up she was always so protective of me. Once my dad took off, things changed; it was my turn to be protective of her. Sometimes I just hate him for never letting her be the woman she was capable of being. He never really mistreated her or abused her; that's not what I mean. It was just the lifestyle the two of them led; I can see now that he'd been stifling her and basically suffocating her. She never really got to go out and do a lot of the things women her age do; you know, go for lunch with their girlfriends, go shoe shopping, stuff like that. Yeah, he kept her on a pretty short leash. You could tell by those boring clothes that she wore. I never saw her bring home any clothes more interesting, and I'm sure he had his hand in that decision somewhere. Remember, she had me when she was just a teenager and now at 42, she's still a beautiful young woman; and she deserves to dress like it. With the way he basically controlled her, I think that's why she turned to that church group of hers. It was a place where she was able to do something on her own and feel wanted, without antagonizing her husband or either of their parents. And then those assholes at the church were the first ones to shun her after my dad left; as if it was her fault that he was such a dick. In the hopes of fostering some more pride and self-confidence in herself, I'd bought her a membership to a gym and she'd been using it regularly. I could see that she was getting more toned as a few months went by. I was hoping being more active and taking more pride in her gorgeous body would give her the self-confidence that she clearly lacked, but it seemed as long as she kept going to that church nearly every day, that wasn't happening. She needed to break free from those people who only seemed interested in her money. I knew it was time to make my mother see the light, and I was going to be the one to do it. And so here I am, 27 years old, with a nice 28th-floor Las Vegas penthouse that I call home; courtesy of my inheritance. I'm doing very well with my consulting firm, and it was time for me to step forward and show my mother that she needed to change. I thought back on all those fantasies I'd had, of her becoming the sensuous desirable woman I knew she could be; but I wanted her to be more than that; to be the passionate hot cum-loving mother I had dreamed about. I decided it was time to change my mother's way of thinking....to educate her to my way of thinking. It's this story that I am about to tell.............. With the idea of starting the re-education of my mother in mind, I went over to her place a short time back on a Wednesday afternoon after work and let myself in. I found her sitting on the couch in tears, her whole body trembling as she sobbed uncontrollably. "Mom, what's the matter?" I asked as I hurried over and sat next to her. "Oh Andy," she replied as she looked at me, tears flowing down her cheeks. "I overheard some of the women talking at the church today." "What do you mean? What were they saying?" I put my arm around her quivering shoulders and stroked her arm to try and calm her. "There were four women standing together when I came in and hung my coat up. They didn't see me but I heard them talking about me, saying how I'd been a conniving teenager who got pregnant on purpose so your father would have to marry me. And that I was an unfit mother and that's why he'd left, to find someone better. They went on like that; I stood there stunned, I just couldn't believe it. They were so mean I....I just had to get out of there. I grabbed my coat and went back out the side door; they never even knew I was there. Oh Andy, what am I gonna do?" She turned sideways to me and put her face against the side of my neck as the racking sobs continued through her shaking body. I was mad as hell at those people, but right now, all I could think about was the feel of her huge tits pressing into my side as she sobbed against me. I could feel the tremendous orbs swelling and receding with each gasping sob. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her even more firmly against me. I started stroking her back in order to comfort her, and yet still keep her close to me. "Don't listen to them, Mom. They're just jealous." She lifted her face towards mine, tears streaming down her pretty face. "Why do they think of me like that? Am I really that bad? I.....I just don't know what to think anymore." I was furious at those sacrilegious idiots for doing this to her. "Mom, you have to forget those people. They're just wrong. You're nothing like that. I'm your son. Do you trust me when I say you're nothing like they're saying?" She looked up at me again, fear and confusion in her eyes. "I do trust you, Andy; more than anything. I just feel so bad." "Look, Mom, Dad's an idiot. We both know that. You've got to move on with your life. Keep your part-time job at the library, but get away from those people at the church. You're a beautiful young woman with your whole life still ahead of you. You need to break away from them and move forward." She looked up at me, the tears slowing now as she fought to compose herself. "You.....you really think I'm pretty?" I knew under my Dad's iron thumb, she had no self-confidence whatsoever, especially when it came to her looks. "I think you're more than just pretty, Mom; I think you are incredibly beautiful and could look absolutely stunning if you wanted to." "Oh, son," she replied with a shake of her head. "You're just saying that." "No, it's true," I interjected. "If you trust me, and let me give you some suggestions, I can prove to you that I'm right." She looked at me and for the first time since I'd gotten here, she started to smile. "Okay. I couldn't feel much worse than I do right now." "I know you'll feel a lot better, if you give what I say a chance." I had a hunch that once I had her starting to feel better about herself, it might open things up the way I wanted in our relationship. I decided to give it a little test right now. "Now, give me a kiss to let me know you're okay." She pursed her lips together and turned her face up to mine. As I brought my lips down to hers, I pulled her close to me, those tremendous tits of hers pressing fully into my chest. I could feel her tense up slightly but decided to force things a little. As my lips pressed against hers, rather than settle for the quick peck that we were used to, I ran my tongue along the line of her lips and pressed inwards. I could feel her almost gasp in astonishment at the liberty I was taking and as her mouth opened in surprise, I slid my tongue deftly inside. Oh man, her mouth was so hot and wet; the instant my tongue pressed against hers, it sent a surging jolt right to my stiffening dick. I felt her tongue press back against mine for a second and I could tell that she was enjoying the feel of my tongue against hers before her hands came up to my chest and she pushed herself away from me.