0 comments/ 176443 views/ 7 favorites A Mother's Lesson By: slayer76 James and Emily sat on the sofa and called upstairs for their son Tom to come downstairs. Tom came down looking like any other teen boy would when called by his parents. He asked what was going on while he was trying to figure out if he had done something wrong. Emily said, "Tom sit down, we'd like to talk to you about something important." Tom asked if there was anything wrong. His mother responded that nothing was wrong but since he was getting older she thought they should talk about sex. Tom immediately turned red all over. Emily said don't be embarrassed, sex is a natural and wonderful thing. She went on to explain that in her family each child was introduced to sexual pleasure by their own parent. Tom was shocked, he could never picture his mother having sex with his grandparents. His mother was an attractive woman but he couldn't even imagine his grandparents having sex. James then spoke up. He said this was a shock to me when I heard about it but I believe that every young man should be taught about sex by an older more experienced woman. After I thought about it, it only seemed natural that your mother, who loves you more than anyone would be the one to teach you. So one night soon I will go out and your mother and you will have the house to yourselves. After the talk Tom went to his room and couldn't get the conversation out of his mind. His mind was racing with all these contradictory thoughts. Was this right? Would his mother go through with it? Would he go through with it? When would it happen? What would his mother look like naked? What would it be like to touch a woman? With all these thoughts Tom became aroused and started to masturbate. In the middle of beating off there was a knock on Tom's door. He immediately stopped and pulled his sheets up on his bed and asked who was there. The door opened and Emily walked in wearing a bathrobe. She said that if it was ok that they would start their arrangement tonight. Tom stuttered that it was ok. With that Emily undid her robe and it fell open. It was dark but Tom could see her beautiful body backlit by the light from the hallway. Tom's mother then dropped her robe and slid into bed with her son. She told Tom to lay back and enjoy. With that she threw back the sheet and straddled her son. She leaned over so her breasts touched his chest and she ran her fingers ever so lightly over Tom's chest and arms. The sensation of that almost drove Tom over the edge. Emily then scooted down her son's body, her hair dragging over his chest then over his rock hard dick. She began to massage his dick and balls and all the while was making these low groaning noises of pleasure. Then without warning Emily swallowed her son's dick and began to violently suck while swirling her tongue around the head of his pulsating member. After mere seconds Tom called out and shot the biggest load of cum of his life down his mother's throat. Emily leaned back and pulled her out of breath son to her chest. She asked if he enjoyed his first blowjob. Tom couldn't stop smiling as he told her how great it was. Then Tom thanked his mother for what had just happened. Then Tom noticed that his mother had a huge smile on her face as well. She then said that he was mistaken if he thought this was the end of their lesson. Tom would only have one night with his mother but the night was not even close to being over. She told Tom that before they parted this evening he touch a woman every place that there was to touch. He would lick her pussy and ass. He would fuck her just once but it would be worth it and he would be touched, sucked , licked and fucked every way he could imagine. Hearing his mother talk so dirty brought Tom's dick back to life. Emily had her son go down and eat her out. She instructed him on what felt good so that he would learn the correct way to please a woman. She then flipped over and got up on her hands and knees and instructed Tom to take his tongue and lick her asshole while fingering her at the same time. Emily was moaning loudly with pleasure and then grabbed Tom tossed him on his back and impaled herself on his dick. She rode him wildly while yelling for him to fuck her hot cunt. Emily yelled as she had orgasm after orgasm. Tom came shortly thereafter, filling his mother with his white hot cum. Emily got up and stood up over her son. She looked down as her own son's cum leaked from her pussy and dribbled down her legs. Tom fell asleep and awoke a short time later as his mother was sucking his dick which was hard yet again. When he came to his mother stopped sucking and held his dick in her mouth and gave him the sexiest look that he had ever seen. She then got up and told him to get on his stomach. She place a pillow under his ass so that it was facing up. She then spread her son's ass and began to flick her tongue over his asshole. Tom felt pleasure that he had never felt before. The mere thought that his mother was licking his asshole was unbelievable. She then had him get on his knees. As she continued to lick his ass she began to jerk him off as well. Just as he was about to cum Emily took her finger and shoved it up his ass. Tom then began to spurt cum as he never had before. This was the last straw because Tom was completely spent. He drifted off to sleep once again and had the most enjoyable dreams of his short life. When Tom awoke he was alone in bed with no remnants of his mother's visit the night before. Tom got up and showered and went downstairs for breakfast. There his father sat and asked him how he had slept. Tom answered that he slept great. Tom's father then asked if he enjoyed his mother's lessons. Tom said yes without a doubt. James then told his son that his lesson was over and he hoped that he would be a great lover as a result. Tom then asked where his mother was and his dad said that she was with his sister explaining to her that she needed to be taught a lesson as well... A Mother's Lesson When I turned 18, I felt like I was king of the world. I was the man of the house (Dad had long since left), my older sister was away at college, and Mom usually worked late. It was great to just walk around the house and feel like it was mine. That was, of course, until I went too far. It's normal for any high school senior to be curious about the in's and out's of girls, and I was no exception. It was a Tuesday when I got home from school determined to learn more about Mom. At 3:20, I knew that it would be hours until she got home, so I could take my time. I went straight upstairs and opened her bedroom door. It was still and silent, and I took a breath as I walked through the door. I was aware of every creak in the floor as I walked to her dresser--I knew which drawer I wanted. I opened the second one from the top and smiled. There were her panties and bras. I felt excited in a way that I never had when I was with my girlfriend Marie, not even when Marie used those wonderful lips on me. I ran my fingers over the contents of the drawer and felt lightheaded. I randomly pulled one out, and I was surprised to see it was a string bikini, and made of satin. Apparently, there were things I didn't know about mom. "Richard!" was the shout that I heard behind me. I turned around, panties still in hand, to see my mother, dressed in a floral print sundress--obviously, she hadn't gone to work today. And it looked like she had just found out something about me. "Richard, what are you doing?" Of course, I had no response. What does a boy say when his mother finds him holding her panties? She looked at me, clearly angry. "Well? Answer your mother. What in the hell are you doing?" I stumbled, saying, "I... uh...." "Fine," she responded angrily. "I'll handle this the way I used to." My eyes grew wide... certainly she didn't mean... "Richard, corner!" she said angrily, pointing to the corner of her room. I started to walk there, stunned. I knew it was very wrong that I was in her underwear drawer, but she hadn't done this for years. "You know what I mean," she said angrily as she interrupted my thoughts. "In the corner naked, young man." I finally was able to say something. I turned to my mother, still pretty at 45, with long brown hair and a busty, curvy body that she complained was too fat, but I thought was wonderful. "Mom, I'm sorry." She smiled sadly, just as she used to whenever she felt she had to punish me or my sister in this way. "I know, honey. Now do as I say." I turned my back to her and walked to the corner, unable to believe that this was happening. I pulled off my t-shirt, immediately feeling self conscious. Was she really going to have me go through with this? My hands shook as I undid my belt buckle and zipper, then my jeans suddenly fell to the floor. I paused as I stood there in my underwear, hoping that she would call off the bluff. She didn't. Instead, she simply cleared her throat, and I knew I had to continue. I hooked my fingers onto the waist of my boxer shorts, then quickly pushed them down. I stood up again as soon as possible, but I still was red with embarrassment, knowing that she must have seen my balls or penis as I bent over. Mom kept me standing there for a few minutes, silently watching me, making me feel embarrassed and ashamed. The worst part was that, even though I was wishing it wasn't happening, I had an erection. I prayed for it to go away, I analyzed the wallpaper in hopes that it would disappear, and I thought of every boring thing I could. But it didn't help; it was simply one of those times where it wouldn't go away, and I felt like a teen again. The minutes passed, then I heard her pull a chair out, and I knew she was putting it next to the bed. I heard her sit, then say in a commanding voice, "Come here, Richard." I remembered the rules from years ago: hands at my sides, look Mom in the face. I couldn't believe this was happening. I turned, wondering how she would react at my naked body and very obvious erection. I looked at her, and she simply had the same stern look she always had when a punishment was necessary. As I walked to her, she said, "Since you're bigger now," (my heart skipped a beat--was she talking about my penis? No, she meant I was taller) "I want you to lay across my lap with your face on the bed. Okay?" I nodded and stood at her side, about to lie down. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her glance at my penis, then slightly tug up her skirt. I laid down and felt embarrassment like I never had before as I remembered the rules and stretched my hands above my head. She paused, and I could tell something felt wrong to her. Then she got ready, and I buried my face into her bed, preparing myself, mentally seeing her raise her left hand. The first spank didn't hurt too much... then the second surprised me with how hard it was. Clearly she meant business; clearly she was angry. Three, four, five, then she stopped. Again, that pause... something was bothering her. Then she spoke. "Richard, you're..." she stopped, sounding frustrated and unable to find the words. Then she spoke again, and I wished I could hide. "Dripping. You're dripping on my skirt." I wished it wasn't happening, but it was: precum was leaking from me, onto her. I started to move a hand down. Maybe I could wipe it, or stop it, or-- "Richard!! What's the rule?" My hand stopped, and there was silence for a moment. Then I said, "Hands above the head." "That's right. Things are a little different this time, but the rules are the rules." She paused, then I felt her right arm come down on my back... and her hand reach around under me. It brushed my cock, then I felt her wiping her dress. She kept her hand there, and I could feel its heat under my penis. She was going to catch my precum. Her left hand suddenly came down on my butt again, hard. My body jostled, and the head of my cock touched her warm, moist hand. Spank, and it touched her hand again, sliding up and off it. She sighed angrily, and I suspected that precum had splattered on her skirt again. She raised her left hand, preparing to spank me again, then with her right hand she grabbed my cock. She spanked me, and my penis throbbed in her hand. "It's okay, baby," she said reassuringly. "Five more." With each hit, her hand became tighter around my cock--and with each hit, her hand moved around my cock. With the fifth hit, the pain of her punishment was secondary to the pleasure she was bringing me. The last spank came down, but her right hand kept moving. She started to go faster, and at that point no one was kidding anymore. Mom was jerking me off. "Baby..." she said, again searching for words as her warm, tight hand made obscene noises as it slid over my cock. "Things like this happen once... then they don't happen again. Right?" I was close... her hand was so soft, so good at this.... "Right?" she asked, squeezing me. I grunted in response... I was very close.... "Right?!" she said, moving her hand right under the head of my cock, making a tight ring. "Yeeaa" was all I could say before Mom's hand made me cum hard. She held me tight, and I realized she knew what she was doing. I groaned loudly into her bed sheets and she eased up on me a bit. Cum spurted out and I sighed deeply. I was out of breath, and felt like this had been all of a dream. Mom brought me back to reality by lightly and lovingly patting me on the butt, saying, "I hope you learned your lesson, Richard."