22 comments/ 240127 views/ 94 favorites Lesson Mom Taught By: HeyAll "Your son did what?!" "Keep it down would you?" Brenda hissed to her friend during their lunch break at the park. "I saw him masturbating in the laundry room this morning using my panties." "Oh my," Carol gasped in amazement. "Did he see you? What was his reaction?" "He didn't know that I caught him. I just saw it and quickly left." "Did you at least get to see if he was hung?" "Jeez, how could you ask me such a thing?" Brenda replied with astonishment. "But if you're that interested, I didn't see his penis . His back was turned towards me. I just saw his exposed bottom and he was, you know, stroking himself using my undergarment." Carol's eyes widened hearing the details of her best friend's story. "So what are you going to do? He's obviously not going to stop." "I have absolutely no idea. It's the first time that this has ever happened as far as I know. I was hoping you would have some advice for me since you have more experience raising boys than I do." "Hmmm...Well, if you really want my advice, I suggest you tease him a little. Show him something he'll never forget. Then the next time he uses your panties, you should walk in on him and ask what he's doing. After that, I guarantee he won't be soiling any of your garments anymore," Carol said with a sly grin. Brenda paused for a moment. "Do you really think that's necessary? That sounds a bit crude." "Trust me, as a mother of two college boys, I know how to deal with young men his age." Lesson Mom Taught The thought of teasing her 18 year old son tormented Brenda the rest of the day. She knew it would be wrong. She knew it would be dirty. But the idea of doing something like that was exciting to her in ways she hadn't expected. Surprisingly enough, it was a thrill which had been missing in her sex life for the past several years. Brenda didn't want to admit it to her friend, but a part of her was actually flattered that Tom was masturbating to her things. It wasn't necessarily her maternal side, but the side of her that was longing for sexual some attention- even if that attention was from her only son. *** Brenda woke up the next day with a firm resolve to follow her friends advice. She was going to find a way to tease her son and later catch him in the act of using her panties once again. After a long shower before work, Brenda dried herself with a towel in the bathroom and put on her panties. For the first time in her life, she thought of her son in an inappropriate manner. Thoughts swirled in her head as to how she was going to tease him; maybe she was going to walk around the house braless, or maybe she was going to bend down in front of him so that he could look down her blouse. She didn't need to think much longer as she heard the water being used in the hallway bathroom. Tom had woken up early for his college class and he was washing up. The moment of truth had arrived and she was ready to do act. She was already half naked and her first instinct was to let him peep at her body as she was getting dressed. She walked out of her bathroom and slightly opened her bedroom door so that Tom would be able to see inside of her room once he headed down the hall. Brenda then grabbed a towel and used it to dry her hair and body in front of the large bedroom mirror. The plan was for Tom to look inside and see his mother naked, and she would pretend to be unaware, or at least pretend to be shocked. Her heart rate picked up when she heard the water turn off, and her pulse skyrocketed when she heard her son walking down the hall. His footsteps became louder and then the moment came; there was a brief silence when he stopped walking and she saw her son in the reflection of the mirror with his eyes wide open. He was gawking at her breasts. As soon as she made eye contact with him in the mirror, he immediately turned away and headed down the stairs for breakfast. It was over. She knew he was aroused and was most likely in the laundry room getting a quick orgasm because she typically took a long time getting dressed. But what she couldn't understand was the tingling sensation between her legs and her own sudden sense of arousal. *** After a few minutes, Brenda put on a robe and gently walked down the stairs so she wouldn't make much noise. Her son definitely wasn't eating breakfast because the kitchen and dining room were quiet. There was only one place he could be- the laundry room. Her suspicions were correct and she could see Tom from behind. The front part of his shorts were down and he was masturbating at a furious pace. What made the situation even more lewd was that he was breathing heavily and his body showed clear signs of having an orgasm. Once he was done, he walked over to the sink with his mother's panties filled with cum and he tried his best to rinse it off. 'That horny little bastard,' she thought to herself. Teasing her son had backfired and pushed him in to doing even more outrageous stunts. Brenda took a deep breath and decided to put an end to his behavior. "Did you enjoy yourself young man?" she asked casually. "Mom!!!" he shouted in a state of utter shock. He immediately tossed the panties into the sink and turned the water off, as if taking things out of his hands would relieve him of any sort of responsibility. "Don't worry, you're not in trouble. I'm not mad at you." "I...I'm sorry mom. It's just that...they were just sitting there..." "And that's an excuse?" she asked with an eyebrow raised. Tom held his head down and looked humiliated. "It's a pretty horrible excuse. I guess I don't really have one. I've always had a thing for women in panties and lingerie, and yours are the only ones around. I don't know what else to say." "Neither do I. Having my son masturbate with my things isn't something I had ever planned on dealing with. So it came as a complete shock to me when I saw you pleasuring yourself with my panties yesterday morning." "I'm sorry," he replied in an embarrassed tone. "Is that all you have to say for yourself? You're sorry? What on earth has gotten in to you using your mother's things like that?" Brenda asked as gently as she could. "I don't know. You probably don't want to hear this, but my friends have always thought that you're really hot. When you started leaving your panties out on the counter, I started thinking about you differently." A sudden sense of guilt came over her. She found herself feeling sympathy for him. But more than that, she felt flattered that he would feel that way about her, and she surprisingly felt herself becoming aroused again at the thought of being lusted over by her son. "How so?" she replied. "What was different in the way you thought about me?" "Do we really have to do this?" he asked. She nodded. "I want to get to the bottom of this." "Fine. I thought about what they would look like on you. And I thought about what you would look like without them. I know what you're probably thinking, I'm sick and disgusting for doing this with your clothes." Hearing those words from her son made her even more aroused, and she found herself wanting to rationalize things for him to make him feel better. "Tom, I understand than you're a young man and that you're interested in women. I realize that it's going to be awkward sometimes because we live together. So I want you to know that being attracted to your mother isn't unusual, it's going to happen. Just because you think about these things doesn't mean you're 'sick' or 'disgusting' in anyway. "Thanks for not thinking I'm some sort of creep," Tom replied. Brenda smiled, "Of course I don't think you're a creep. The truth is, women want to share our bodies with men, but it has to be on our terms for it to mean something special. The same applies to our clothes and our belongings. So if you want to play with one of my things next time, you need my permission first. You can't just take a woman's things and use it for your pleasure without her knowing. It's not very nice." His eyes lit up. "Did you just...Are you saying what I think you're saying?" "I just might be," Brenda nodded. "You're a young man and you have your needs. So as long as you're respectful about this, I'll let you use my things if you ask first." *** "Are you serious?" Carol gasped. Brenda nodded. "You heard that right. My panties were soiled to the point where I had to throw them out after. You should have seen his face when I caught him." "Gosh, what did you say to him?" "I gave him a long lecture on how a woman's things should be treated. I can't say I blame him since he's young and at that age where he's thinking with his hormones rather than reason." "Well, I'm still in awe at the fact that you showed him your breasts," Carol replied. "That must have taken some serious courage on your part." "It's one of those things. I was nervous about it all morning, and when the opportunity came, I just went for it. It wasn't until afterwards that I realized how far I went." "Do you mind if I ask you a naughty question?" Carol asked in a shy tone. "Sure." "Were you aroused at all? You must have been at some point." Brenda paused and thought for a moment. "Maybe a tiny bit. Showing your tits to guy is always going to be an arousing experience, no matter who it is." "And to think, in all our years of knowing each other, I thought that I was the bad girl," Carol joked. "You're still the bad one as far as I'm concerned. Don't forget that this was your idea." "Hey, it worked didn't it? But the real question is, what are you going to do if he doesn't stop? Your son sounds like he's a lot more testosterone filled than I had previously thought. A young man can't just turn off his sexual feelings because his mother told him to. If anything, exposing your breasts to him may have even embolden him to a certain extent." "I'm one step ahead of you," Brenda smiled. "I didn't want to tell you this because it's kind of perverted, but I told him that if he wants to use my panties, or any of my undergarments, then he should just ask me and we could make some sort of arrangement." "You're kidding?" She shook her head. "It was a goodwill gesture in the heat of the moment. Believe me, I had no intention of making an offer like that until he confessed everything to me. My maternal side kicked in and I had to find a way to make him feel better." "Do you think he's ever going to take you up on that?" Carol asked. "I mean, my god, at any moment your son could ask for your panties and you may have to make good on your promise." "We'll just have to wait and see I suppose." *** MIND IF I HAVE A LOOK? *** It was a typical evening in Brenda's household. She came home, kicked off her shoes, and relaxed before making dinner. Everything was normal and it was as if her catching her son masturbating had never happened. The two of them had their normal conversations as they ate, and a part of Brenda felt relieved that her son never bothered to ask about the panties. She figured he was just too embarrassed. Later that night, she assumed that the whole thing was over and she would never have to talk about it again. "Good night mom," Tom said as he noticed his mother preparing for bed. Brenda had just finished brushing her hair in front of her dresser while wearing only a silk nightgown. "Good night sweetie," she replied. "Sleep well." "You too." He stood there awkwardly for a moment as if he wanted to say something. His body language was a mixture of preparing to walk away, and staying there wanting to continue a conversation. "Is something on your mind?" she asked. "Kind of. Remember that thing we talked about this morning, about asking first. Did you really mean it?" Brenda found herself taken aback for a moment and stood up and casually walked to him. "Sure I remember. Is that what this is about?" "Well, do you...do you think I could borrow something?" he asked nervously. "It'll only be for the night and I promise I won't make a mess of it." Her eyebrow raised. "I'm actually very proud of you right now. You asked me the way I told you to. Most men would have ignored that request and continued doing it without permission. So I'm glad you had the courage." "Is that a yes?" She reached underneath her nightgown and pulled her panties down, taking them off completely and twirling them with her finger. "See, was asking me so hard?" Tom took the panties from his mother's hand and replied, "Thanks mom, you're the best." *** It was impossible for Brenda to fall asleep. Twenty minutes had passed since she gave her son her panties, and all she could think about were lewd thoughts of him furiously masturbating with her undergarment wrapped around his penis. Or maybe he was simply holding it with one hand and touching myself with the other? Curiosity got the better of her and she got up to go check on him. She had no clue what she was going to say, but she needed to find out what he was doing. It was a fair trade she thought, for lending him something he could use to pleasure himself. She walked down the dark hallway and noticed his bedroom light was on. She knocked and slowly opened the door to see her son laying in bed watching tv. "Oh, hey mom," he said before turning off the television. Her eyes roamed around his area and she noticed that her panties were on the floor along with a few pieces of tissue paper, right next to his bed. "Is that where it belongs?" Brenda asked. "What do you mean?" She walked over to him and picked up her panties off the floor, and then sat down on his bed to lecture him. "My panties, do they belong on the floor?" "No," he said apologetically. "I didn't think you would mind since they would be washed anyway." "That's not the point," she replied. "I lent you something very personal to me and they should be treated with respect. Is that clear?" "You're right. It won't happen again, I promise." "Good. And if you don't mind me asking, why my panties? There are plenty of other things you could have used instead." He gave her a shy look. "The smell I guess. I like to smell them and think about where they've been. That's always been very exciting to me." "I shouldn't be saying that, but I'm glad you think so. Women appreciate hearing things like that." "Thanks. Do you think I can keep them for a little while longer? I was hoping to use them again in the morning if that's okay. That's always been the time that I have the most urges." Brenda smiled and put her panties in her son's hand. "Sure, I don't mind. Have you finished relieving yourself for the night? You don't have to be shy about it." "Uh...I...I have actually. A few minutes before you came in here I took care of myself." Her heart rate picked up and that strong sense of arousal caused her vagina to moisten. "Do you mind if I have a look?" she asked without thinking. "That is, if you're okay with your mother looking." "Umm...sure. If you want to," he replied. She reached over and pulled his blanket down to his hips. Next, she grabbed the front part of his shorts and gave it a nice tug to reveal his flaccid penis. It was soft and it clearly had been used recently based on the wetness of the tip. The open air and exposure caused it to slowly harden again. "Looks like it isn't done just yet," Brenda noted. "Do you need a helping hand with that? I want you getting good grades in college, and you can't do that if you're spending all your energy taking care of your manhood." Tom's eyes widened. "Yeah, that would be great mom. You're right about that. It's sometimes hard for me to concentrate in college because of this." He was clearly making that up, and she knew it, but she didn't care. All she cared about was satisfying her son for the very first time after every fiber of her sexual being told her it was what she needed to do. "Let's see if I can take care of this for you then. I need my young man to be well rested." She dove right in and wrapped the palm her hand and fingers around his penis. It immediately reacted and grew to full length the moment she touched it. It was an exhilarating moment for both of them. He finally got to experience his secret fantasy of being pleasured by his own mother. And she got to experience a new sexual fantasy which she had never felt before, which was being the object of her son's affection. Her hand skillfully made a gentle grip and stroked it up and down. She had done this countless times for her ex-husband and a few other boyfriends. It was a specialty of hers. What she loved about it was the power she had over strong men. In this case, it was sexual power over her 18 year old son. He was at her sexual mercy, staring down at his cock being stroked, moaning and panting. She was getting off on watching his facial expressions and touching his throbbing cock. It crossed her mind a few times that she wasn't wearing any panties, and if she wasn't careful, fluids could run down her thighs and stain her nightgown, or even worse, stain her son's bed. Several minutes had passed and Brenda began to stroke at full force. He showed all the signs of having an orgasm, and so she stroked even faster and harder. The first load of his cum shot up like a geyser, with some of it landing on her hair and gown. She reacted the way she normally did in this situation to avoid cleaning a mess and leaned down to take the head of the penis in her mouth. She stroked him furiously as he shot load after load of his cum inside of her mouth for her to swallow. "Oh god!" he cried. "Thank you so much. Oh..." Brenda grabbed a fresh piece of tissue paper from the counter and wiped her mouth with it as if she had just finished eating a steak. They said their goodnights to each other and she went off to bed with a proud smile on her face. *** "In other words, you gave your son a handjob?" Carol inquired. She blushed. "I guess you could call it that. But I like to think of it more as a sensual massage. He needed relief and I gave it to him." "That's so wild. Gosh, I've heard stories like this before, and I've always assumed that they were all made up to get people going." "And what kinds of stories would you be referring to?" Brenda asked with a mischievous tone. "You know what I mean, stories involving mothers taking sexual care of their sons. Those kinds of stories. I've heard rumors of other moms doing it back when I was involved with the PTA. Some women would gossip about how the other ladies would sleep with their sons once they turned 18 and before they headed off to college. I never believed any of it, that is, until now." "That certainly sounds like one heck of a good graduation present," she replied. "Admit it Brenda," her friend smiled. "You enjoyed what you did for Tom last night. I know you well enough to tell if you're hiding something or not, and it sure seems like you're holding out on a few juicy details." Brenda tried her best to hold back laughter. "Well, I'll admit that this whole thing is absurd, and that I've crossed a few boundaries that I shouldn't have." "That's a yes isn't it?" Carol asked with a raised eyebrow. "You enjoyed giving your son a handjob didn't you?" "There's no quit in you is there?" Carol shook her head. "Not when it comes to something as naughty as this. You know how much I love gossip." "Promise you won't tell anyone?" Brenda asked seriously. "And I mean you won't tell anyone. This stays strictly between you and me. The last thing I need is for my reputation to be ruined." "I swear it. I know I've got a big mouth sometimes, but when it comes to things like this, I know how to keep a secret. Believe me, you're my best friend and all of this is safe." Lesson Mom Taught Brenda leaned forward and whispered something in her ear, to which Carol's eyes widened and her mouth watered with a growing sense of lust. *** THE FINAL LESSON *** The sun was still out when Brenda began cooking dinner early that evening. She was making her son's favorite dish when he arrived home. "Smells good," he said as he approached the kitchen. "I certainly hope so, it's my specialty," she replied while continuing to stir the sauce. "So how was your day?" "Nothing out of the ordinary. I thought about you a lot though." Her eyebrow raised, "Is that right?" "You probably don't want to hear that, but it's the truth. Last night was something I would never forget. Do you think we can do it again soon?" "I want to talk to you about that," she said, turning her undivided attention to her son. "I may have went a little overboard last night with what I did for you. But I feel as though I've made my point, which is for you to treat a lady properly, and with respect." "You seemed like you enjoyed it though," he replied. Brenda looked away and continued stirring the sauce. She absolutely enjoyed giving her son a handjob and eating his cum afterward, but she didn't want him to know it. "That's not the point. I'm sure you can find a pretty girl at your college to take care of your needs for you." "I'm not interested in them. I'm only interested in you." He walked directly behind her while she was facing the stove, and he reached out and cupped her breasts through her tshirt. "Tom!" she shouted. "Haven't you learned anything so far?" "I have," he replied, continuing to massage her breasts. "But I can't help it, I've been thinking about you all day." She turned off the stove and moved around so that they were face-to-face. "We need to have a talk about this. Have a seat in the dining room." "Are you mad?" he asked. "I didn't mean to offend you." "No, I'm not mad. Just sit down for a moment." They both sat in the dining room with their chairs pointing towards each other, so they were face to face. She had a serious look and Tom was expecting to be scolded. But the truth was, Brenda felt as conflicted as ever. "When you're in a romantic relationship, then you get to touch a woman like that," she continued. "But it still has to be with her consent. She has to want it. In this case, I'm your mother and certain things must remain off limits." "I understand. The only reason I touched you like that is because I thought you would like it. I really enjoyed what you did for me last night and I wanted to do the same for you." Brenda tried to best to hold back a smile. Tom's reply was the sweetest thing anyone has said to her in a while, and she always had a soft spot for that kind of talk. "You must really like my breasts," she replied, already knowing the answer. "They're perfect. They're even better than the ones I've seen online. I wanted to touch them last night but I was too afraid to ask." "Do you still want to touch them now?" His eyes lit up and he nodded. "If you're interested...I mean...only if you don't mind me doing so." Brenda lifted her tshirt, and in the process, lifted her bra along with it so that her small breasts were on full display. She reached down and gentle jiggled her breasts for her son to see, and her large pink nipples quickly stiffed from arousal. "As long as you're respectful about this," she said with a playful smile. "I never said I didn't like doing this for you. All you have to do is ask." "Then can I touch them mom?" he asked nervously. "You may. Touch them gently. My nipples are sensitive, so don't squeeze them too tightly, but I like them being rubbed." Tom followed his mother's advice, and with both hands, he reached out and touched his mother's breasts. Sure he had done things with a few girls, but none were as desirable or as attractive as Brenda. For Brenda, being touched by her son was an unusual thrill. Getting her breasts massaged had always been a turn on for her. But what really got her going was the look on her son's face. His eyes were looking down, glued to her breasts as if he had been hypnotized by them. "You really seem to be enjoying yourself young man," she said, breaking the awkward silence. His hands never stopped moving, and his eyes never looked away. "I am. I really like them." "I'm glad you do. Your hands feel very nice against my skin. You have a soft touch." "Can you touch me also? It's starting to hurt." Brenda gave her son that stern motherly look. "Fine. Stand up a little so that I can pull your shorts down." She yanked his clothed down when he stood slightly, and then he sat when his shorts were around his ankles. He continued fondling his mother's breasts as she touched his erect penis. "You were kidding about it starting to hurt," she said to him. "This thing is as hard as a rock." "I know. I woke up late and I didn't have time to take care of it. Plus I wanted tonight to be extra special," he replied. "We can't keep doing this forever. But I don't see a problem with us having a special night just this once." Her hands stroked up and down his shaft with a firm grip. The tips of her thumbs teased the throbbing head of his cock and he was on his way to a certain orgasm. "Mom...Can you put it in your mouth again?" he groaned. "It felt so good when you did that last night." Brenda raised an eyebrow, "Is that what you want?" He nodded. "It's what I thought about all day." "I suppose there's no harm in that since I've done it already." She casually dropped to her knees, in between her son's open legs. Her eyes studied his penis up close and once again she felt flattered that she was able to make him that hard. It was her doing. And like a good mother, she felt obligated to take care of her son's needs. Tom unleashed an audible moan the moment he felt his mother's lips touch his cock. She kissed it all over. She gave it a nice tongue lashing. She did everything that she knew would make a man crazy. Finally, her tongue swirled around the head of his cock to tease him, before eventually taking him inside of her mouth to suck. "Oh god...that feels so good...." he said in disbelief. She looked directly in his eyes, with her mouth full of his cock, and continued to suck. Her head bobbed up and down and they were both loving every second. Almost instinctively, Brenda put one hand inside of her pants and began to rub her clit. It surprised her how swollen it was. It came as an even bigger surprise to her when she reached down lower to feel that her vagina was dripping wet. Performing oral sex on her son was easily the biggest sexual thrill of her life. It was wrong and dirty, but it felt amazing. "Are you a virgin?" she asked after temporarily taking his cock out of her mouth. "I...I am. I've never gone further than touching and licking before." "Well aren't you going to ask me? It's not polite to keep a lady waiting while she's down on her knees, let alone your mother." His eyes widened, "Can we...Can we have sex together?" "That's better. I thought you'd never ask." She stood up and pulled her pants down. She then pulled her tshirt and bra over her head and tossed them onto the dining table. She was naked. Brenda spread her legs when she stood above her son's cock. It was stiff and pointing straight up. When she lowered herself, she smiled knowing that his saliva covered cock and her soaking wet vagina made for an easy entrance. She held his cock up with one hand, and she spread her labia with another. His hard shaft had no trouble entering her, and it was in an instant that his entire cock was in her body. The full weight of her body rested on his lap. Instincts once again took over and she slowly started to gyrate. For her, it was a familiar feeling of sex combined with the added taboo of incest. But for Tom, having sex for the first time was a thrill of its own. The fact that he was actually doing it with his own mother, who he had lusted after, made the experience all the more surreal. "Do it faster mom," he cried. "Do it faster." She smiled and obeyed. Her hips moved faster and their pleasure increased. She lost track of time as she continued making love to him. What she loved the most, more than having a hard cock inside of her, was seeing the look on his face and the way it changed. They were mere inches apart looking each other in the eyes while having sex. Every so often his facial expression would change based on the way she pleasured his manhood. His eyes would widen every time she pushed him deep inside of her. It wasn't much longer until Brenda recognized the telltale signs of male orgasm. His facial expressions and body motions told her everything she needed to know. She made sure to end things with a bang so she clenched her vaginal muscles are hard as she could, sending a special feeling throughout both of their bodies. She continued pumping his cock with her clenched vagina and she felt his cum shooting inside of her. She didn't stop until he was completely drained and his body completely relaxed once his cock was released from her vaginal grip. "Say something," she said while still sitting on him. She could feel his penis becoming flaccid inside of her vagina. "I feel different." She smiled, "I've finally made you a man. Now get yourself cleaned up. Dinner will be served in 20 minutes." Brenda stood up and headed back inside the kitchen. Tom watched as his mother put on an apron and continued cooking while in the nude. *** "I am in absolute awe right now," Carol said, stunned. "That was easily the most incredible story anyone has ever told me. Ever." "I'm still having a hard time wrapping my head around it as well. It's as if I'm living in a dream world right now," Brenda replied. "So how is this going to work between you and him? No offense, but are you one of those 'slut mothers' like some of those PTA moms I've heard about? "Not exactly, or at least not yet," Brenda smiled. "I'm still his mother above everything else. If he wants something, he has to request it respectfully. The main thing I wanted him to learn is how to treat a lady, and so far I've succeeded in many regards." "That sounds like the perfect set up for the both of you. He's well behaved, he respects you as his mother, and on top of that, both of you get to have a little fun on the side. I think it's great that you two have a bond that most parents can only dream of." "Exactly. We know where the boundaries are, and if he needs some relief, then I'm more than happy to provide that for him. I love him and that's what a good mother does. Sometimes a mother has to use her brains to help her son, sometimes her voice, but with Tom, I use my pussy." "I have a confession to make," Carol replied. "It's kind of a dirty one." "Well I'm interested in hearing it." "The past few days after you've been telling me all this, I would sit in the bathroom stall at work and touch myself until I came. Hearing this from you has really taken my sex drive to place where it's never been before. I mean, you're his mother. He's your son. It's so wrong, yet it...it...." "Admit it Carol, you fantasize about doing this with both of your sons," she replied, turning the tables on her best friend. "It's crossed my mind. And I have no idea how to make sense of any of it. Hearing about you and your son has really lit a fire under me that's driving me insane." Brenda smiled, "I'm sure we can do something about that." The End Your votes and comments are greatly appreciated.