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Appreciating a Woman

By: bigpapabare



I was eighteen by the time I finished my freshman year at college. I had grown up in many ways over the course of the year. I have reached the peak of my physical strength, and my looks have grown from boy-like to mature; my mindset making the transition from boy to man, in every conceivable way. It had been a long year away from home and I was glad to get away from the bustle of city life and back to the country style with my family and our casual, unpretentious home life.

As I pulled my '55 Dodge up into the driveway, Mom and sis came out of the front door to welcome me home. Sis looked great albeit married and 6 months with child. She appeared to glow and beam. Her hug and greeting was warm as ever and very comforting. Almost as soon as I arrived though, she regretfully told me she had to leave for the 40 or so mile trip back to her home. Being in the country, she did not wish to drive after dark in her condition. We hugged again and reassured each other that it would not be another year until we see each other. And she headed out.

Mom and I had grasped one another around the waist as we said our goodbyes to Sis. My mother was still a stunning woman, even though almost twenty years my senior. She had her hair trimmed into a bob style just above the shoulders, which greatly contributed to her youthful look. With just a hint of blush on and some medium shade of lipstick, her presence was appealing. 

She was only 5'2" in stocking feet, but I never realized it since she almost always wore high heels, even doing most housework. Her frame was stunning at only 105 pounds, which made her 34 C breasts appear much larger. Her legs, whether in or out of stockings would make any man do a double take while looking her over.

Each of us grabbed one of my suitcases and we headed into the family's typical split-level suburban home. She told me to sit down and headed right for the kitchen. There was always a pot of coffee on and she poured us both a cup then came back into the living room to chat with me. 

Our conversation went through the usual...grades, sports, ladies I was seeing...but not a word of my Dad who had passed on in the middle of the year. Seems he had a heart attack while pleasing a young lady in her 20's. If I may be so bold as to say, it was the best thing that ever happened to all of us. He was a cruel, womanizing, deceitful bastard! In spite of it all, he left Mom and both of us children well off.

Mom and I had always been extremely close. We were quite used to having long and in-depth conversations; most of which would have embarrassed any teen my age, no less his mom in discussing such matters...at least at that point in time—during the mid-60's. In actuality, it was my mother who had verbally taught me all that I knew about all the things a man should know about a woman, including techniques and feelings. We stayed up most of the night chatting, bantering and jesting.

The next morning I slept in. It was so nice...no classes or chores, no roommates to stir me, none of the city noises. Uncannily, it was the smell of bacon and eggs and coffee that stirred me.

I went downstairs to the kitchen clad only in my skivvies, which sort of broke up mom at the sight of me. Hell, it was just my mom. She was wearing a skimpy silk housecoat, which left very little for a man to wonder about what was beneath it. Neither of us really realized, at that point, that I was actually a grown man. 

Seeing her in the housecoat made my mind instantly bring thoughts to mind of what lie beneath it, and I tried like hell to stifle my thoughts. Damn, this was my mom. The woman who raised me, comforted and supported me, taught me everything I ever wanted to know. In spite of my efforts, my rapidly erecting tower gave my thoughts away.

She took notice of me and then made sure she was appropriately covered. 

"Do you have to go to the bathroom before breakfast, young man?" she jokingly quipped.

"No mom. i... er...it...it's just that you look so beautiful and so damned sexy like that! I'm sorry if I embarrassed you." 

"Honey," she retorted, "You...it doesn't embarrass me. It's just that I didn't realize that I would have that sort of reaction on you."

I tried to pass it off and deep down inside tried to convince myself that even thoughts of such things were strictly taboo; but, she was the most beautiful thing I had seen in months...even coming from the big city.

While we were eating I tried to get of the subject. "Say mom, what say we go into town early, I have some things to pick up and then I can buy us a late brunch?"

"Great," she replied, "I need to get some things for the house, and now that you're here for a couple of months, I'm going to need a lot more groceries!"

We finished our breakfast in quiet, without our eyes never meeting. But deep inside I could not quell the thoughts my mind had earlier thought of. When mom got up to clean off the table, I could not take my eyes of her beauty. As she walked towards the sink with our dishes I happened to notice about a 3" wet spot in the back of her housecoat, which was right about the bottom of her ass as she sat. "God, mom was creaming as she was sitting there." I thought to myself, never realizing that I might ever be the reason she was wet.

I had taken a speed shower and stroked my cock into a frenzy. What was I thinking about. OH MY GOD, I squirted my wad thinking about my mom. I took my time getting dressed while mom was in the shower and then doing her make up, not that she needed any...it was just a woman's thing to do in those days.

We both seemed to arrive in the kitchen about the same time. A few casual comments passed between us, then into the car to go into town. On the ride, we made small talk and chit-chatted. During the conversation, mom turned side saddle, showing me most of her right bared leg, and took my free hand into hers. Since we had been so close, this was not an unusual thing for us, to hold hands while talking, or walking about for that matter; but this time it had a very strange effect on me.

Before she could finish her sentence, my cock went to its full length. It was reaching down the left leg of my jeans and hurting as it tried to free itself from the tautness of my skivvies. I kind of shook my leg like I was getting pins and needles, unfortunately, this led mom's stare right to it. She seemed to gasp, yet smile. She released my hand and sat around straight, and fixed her skirt around her legs.

We did our shopping and settled in at Woolworth's for a burger and fries. We talked about school and grades and sports. Then the subject turned to women. She asked me about the cute little redhead I date from time to time. I assured her that it was not a serious thing, just a date for the movies and dances and such. Then she bought up the "S" subject.

"Have you been intimate with a girl? Are you still a virgin? Do you "fool around"? Like I said earlier, my mom and I talk about everything.

Jezzus, is this the inquisition? I answered all of her questions. Not that she believed that I was still a virgin. I told her that Debbie and I had experimented with oral sex, that I enjoyed giving and getting, that I was good with my hands...but no penetration as of yet. She just nodded and we finished our lunch.

It was late in the afternoon before we had finished our shopping and the ride home was in almost total silence. The soft music on the radio was basically the only sounds that were made.

After a very enjoyable spaghetti dinner and a few glasses of wine, we went to our rooms to change into something more comfortable to watch dinner. I came down in a pair of baggy blue nylon sleep shorts and mom appeared in a lacy black nightgown. I could quickly tell she was naked beneath it, as her nipples protruded a full half inch through the lace and the roundness of her ass showed no panty line.

As the movie started I parked myself at the arm of the couch and stretched my legs out in front of it. Mom took her position on the far end, pulled up her near leg, still completely covered, and let out a long sigh. The movie, I can't remember the name, was an intense thriller which kept you on the edge of your seat. About mid-way through the movie, I happened to notice she had been inching over towards me at every intense part.

Now came a real scary part and mom practically jumped onto my lap. She was right next to me with one arm across my chest and the other slid partially behind me. Trying to give her comfort, I slid an arm across her shoulders and nestled her to my chest. She let out a huge sigh and nestled her head to my chest. I was rubbing my hand across the expanse of her shoulder and her upper arm and with the consumption of the wine, I guess I just feel asleep.

I woke to the soft feminine oral teasing on my penis. "Debbie, let it go, I just want to sleep for awhile." I said in my sleep delirium. I felt the mouthing on my member stop. I suddenly realized I was not back at school, but in my mother's house. I felt her hot breath on my neck, then her lips, moist from the saliva, pressed against my ear. 

"Timmy, I haven't been with a man for over two years. Even though your father and I were married, since he met that little slut he wouldn't touch me. I know I'm your mother and I shouldn't even think of things like this, let alone want to do them. Timmy baby, please, please, pretty please...let me suck that big dick of yours?"

I was dumbfounded. My mind whirled thoughts through it. I need to get my nut, but this was my mother. This was the woman who nurtured me and coddled me as a baby. How I could I possibly let this go on? But the sound of her pleading...her moaning...the huskiness of her sultry voice got to me.

"OK, mom. Just this once, but after this there will be no more!"

She almost started to cry with joy. She wasted not a second. She licked and bit and sucked her way down, all the way from my ear down to my crotch. After she removed my shorts, she started to lick up and down the underside of my cock, occasionally sliding down to the perineum, that little stretch of flesh between my scrotum and anus. She was making me wild with pleasures Debbie never even thought of.

As I was looking down at her she licked her lips. I had never seen my mother so sexual...so sensual. She took the purple swollen head into her mouth and sucked it in and out of her sweet lips for at least two minutes. I was going mad with ecstasy. She began to suck in the rest of my blood engorged throbbing prick. 

She lingered at the halfway point and I thought I was going to bust a nut. That's about as far as Debbie ever got. But mom pushed on further taking about 6 of my 9 inches into her mouth. I felt myself start to stiffen, and I guess mom did too, because she pulled her mouth back slightly and clasped my cock at the base until I calmed down some.

When she finally released I knew what she had done. She brought me down enough so both of us could enjoy the sensations even more.

She stated again. I felt myself prod the back of her throat at about 7 inches. She swallowed and started to alternately breathe through her nose and plunge down on me. Slowly she wended her way down the rest of my engorged prick, forcing it past her gag reflex and into her throat. The feeling was totally out of this world.

She simultaneously massaged my balls and alternated between massaging them and scratching the flesh between my balls and my ass ever so lightly with her fingertips. My hands were entwined in her hair, gently holder her to me—like she really needed that impetus.

I felt that rush up my legs and into my balls. Mom felt my already hard cock tense up her throat. I think I shouted, "Mom...I...I'm gonna cum!" All I heard was, "UmmmHummm." The humming on my cock brought me over the edge and I erupted my semen down her throat. She gagged slightly, then pulled back a little to take the rest of the reservoir of hot gooey man seed down her throat. She wasted not a drop of my fluid.

After she had completely sucked me dry, she licked my cock clean, and come up to my face. I could smell the fragrance of my cum on her breath. She kissed me. Hard and deep, probing my mouth with her tongue, allowing me to taste my seminal fluids on her tongue and in her mouth. We kissed for awhile and then snuggled, falling asleep in each other's arms.

I awoke around 6 and went to the bathroom to pee and wash up. My mind was boggled. I was totally and completely confused. Do I stay and wind up becoming my mothers lover—not that it was such a bad alternative? Or do I sever the tie now and risk loosing my mother?

I went to the kitchen and poured a glass of orange juice. I went back into the living room and nuzzled up close to mom!

Appreciating a Woman Ch. 02



(Before continuing my story, let me remind all of you that the early to mid 60s was sexually quite a conservative period of time. Dates did not consist of sexuality. Sensuality maybe, but not sexuality. Pantyhose hadn't come into being as yet. Women wore stockings, with or without garter belts or girdles. A woman of any decent upbringing wore petite-pants, which were the equivalent of bloomers, and covered all of her region from the waist down to her stocking tops. If a man even got to rub the flesh of the leg, between the petite-pants and the tops of her stocking...it was a hot date!)

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I shifted myself and finally managed to open my sleep laden eyelids about 9 O' clock in the morning. At least that's what the clock on the wall indicated. It took a few minutes for me to shake the cobwebs from my head, realize where I was, recuperate from the unaccustomed amount of wine I had consumed, and only then to evaluate what had transpired between Mom and I.

I sensed I was alone in my mother's house, as I heard not a sound. I padded through the house scanning everywhere. Her room was empty...nope, not in the bathroom...not cleaning in any of the other rooms. Bingo, an idea; check the garage for her car...yup, it was empty. Going back into the kitchen I noticed a small note taped to the refrigerator door.

"Had to go to the office for a little while. Should be home around 2. You don't have to hang around and wait for me. We'll talk later!! Love 'ya, MOM"

"Oh shit, now I'm in for it. Last night I had cum in my mother's mouth. She's gonna' be mad as hell when she gets home." Just a minute, I touted myself. I was napping while she started nibbling on my pleasure pole. It was she who told me she hasn't had anything for the longest time. Why should I be in trouble?

Then my mind started to rampage. Now I had a pounding hard on and some of the wildest most incredible thoughts. Damn, that's not right, that's pure incest. But, hell, now I wanted to fuck my hottie mother so damn bad. 

Then my thoughts raced back to Debbie. Hell, sex with her wasn't sex at all. I mean, either I fumbled at trying to eat her pussy, not really knowing what to do or how to do it correctly; or she gave me a bobbled blowjob. Actually, it was more a stick the head into her mouth and she would stroke me off...and would NEVER let me cum in her mouth. Other than that, all she would let happen was to give each other a sloppy and inexperienced hand job.

My thoughts raced back to the beauty of the spectacular blowjob my Mom had given me last night. I was sheer heaven...so exotic, so wonderful. But to top it off, made me cum into her mouth and then, drank it all. That was it. My erection was raging and the hormones raced through my bloodstream, making me insane. I had to go take a shower and stroke myself into happiness again.

The tepid water felt so comforting all over my skin, but that was not going to solve the problem. I soaped myself into a good lather and my erection immediately went to its full-extended length. My first thoughts, while stroking this splendid piece of meat, went to the softness and suppleness of Debbie's skin rubbing against me. About three minutes of that and I found myself becoming numb to it. I switched my thoughts to some of the X-rated flicks I had seen at stag party not to long ago. That gave me a nice tingle.

Then Mom's image worked itself into my mind. The gentleness of the lines of her body, the mystique of never really having seen her naked...the sensation of her mouth all over my cock! There that did it. Moments later, my ass cheeks tensed, my balls seem to pull up into my scrotum—and I shot my the first string of hot, gooey semen clear across the tub, hitting the opposite wall...clearly a five foot shot! After I had released the full contents of my balls, and kept up the gentle strokes until I had become flaccid again, I was ready to finish washing the rest of my body and clean up.

I guess the "stress relief" really relaxed me as I apparently fell asleep on the bed, fortunately...face down. I was awakened...or shall I say startled out of sleep by a stinging slap on my ass. I literally jumped to my feet with both fists clenched, ready to smack the snot out of my roommate. It's a damn good thing I got my bearings before I let loose, as Mom was standing there just as startled and clutching her head in her hands, waiting to receive my punch.

"What the....Oh, god,...I...I'm sorry Mom! I guess my mind was back at school."

"I am sorry too, Tim", Mom replied, "I shouldn't have startled you like that. After all, it's only been a couple of days, and you're not adjusted yet."

I breathed a deep sigh of relief that I had contained myself, and not struck my Mom.

Mom realized that I was standing there at "en guarde" position in the nude, my pleasure pole waving at half-mast. She just smiled and retorted, "That's a real nice package you have there, son. But, what say you throw something on and come down to dinner. I picked up Rueben sandwiches for us?"

"Huh...dinner?" Holy cow, it was nearly 7:30. I slipped on a pair of gym shorts and followed Mom downstairs to the kitchen.

I sat down at the kitchen table, where Mom had already poured us a glass of wine and was taking the Ruebens out of the oven, that she had gently warmed for us. I didn't realize it while she was in my room, but Mom was only wearing a man tailored white shirt over her beautiful body. 

I could tell she didn't have a bra on, because her nipples were sticking straight out, almost half an inch. I did not know if she had been brave enough to go without panties in front of me, because I really hadn't taken notice. The thought of her near nakedness immediately brought my cock to attention. I quickly slid my chair in so it was not conspicuous.

We languished over the Ruebens and took our time, enjoying the wine too. I was hesitant to bring up any conversation, other than how good the food was. Although, I did keep looking over at her, very quizzically. She would catch my stare and just smile, almost a lurid, pixie-like smile. God, her mouth was so beautiful...and I had cum in it last night. Damn, I had to squelch those thoughts!

After she cleaned up the table, she walked past me heading for the living room. Casually, yet seeming very sensual, she glided her hand over my shoulder, letting her nails graze along the skin. She softly, yet sternly said to me as she passed by, "Tim, please pour us both another glass of wine and come into the living room. I think we need to have quite a little talk here."

There was the other shoe dropping! I knew that nothing good could come from this conversation. I guess tomorrow I'll probably be looking for an apartment or heading back to school. I refilled the glasses and went into the living room. Mom had settled into the easy chair with her knees bent, as she was sitting on her feet. The man tailored shirt revealing only the slightest bit of cleavage and covered her legs, almost completely. I sat in the middle of the sofa, almost perpendicular to her angle.

She broke the ice. "Relax baby. I can see by the look on your face that you are expecting the worse!' 

"Yeah, Mom," I replied. "Last night was really out of line...for both of us."

"It's like I said last night, my baby boy, it's been a long time since your father, and I have not bee with a man since. At least you have Debbie to help you work out your frustrations."

"Mom," I interjected, "Having sex with Debbie is not what you think. Yes, she gets me off and I get her off, but I really don't think it pleasurable...for either of us. I have very little experience, and Debbie had none. Shit, she would NEVER, EVER, let me cum in her mouth. It took almost 2 months of begging and pleading before she would even let my cum touch her body!"

Mom's eyes got as big as saucers. She could barely believe that after all we talked, that Debbie was the first girl I had been intimate with, was at this stage...let alone that I was still a virgin!

We chatted for about an hour. Mom motioned me to get more wine. When I came back into the room with the wine, Mom had pulled her feet out from under her and now her knees were a few inches apart. She motioned me towards her. As I approached her she asked me to kneel in front of her. It was not a command, but more like the times when we would get into heavy discussions and I would kneel at her feet, like a dog waiting for his master's praise.

She matter-of-factly asked me, "Baby boy of mine, would you like to learn how to touch a woman...to make her happy?" 

My tongue became as heavy and dry as a pound of sand. I couldn't say a word. I was completely stupefied by that question. I just slowly nodded my head, Yes.

She sipped her wine and put her glass on the end table. She reached up and turned the 3-way bulb to its lowest setting. Damn, my cock was hard again and mounding in my shorts. She started to unbutton her shirt. When it was done, she slowly and very teasingly slit it off of her shoulders. Shit, she had a bikini panty on, but now those wondrous, supple, silky globes were completely exposed to me.

I blurted out, "But...er...Mom...doesn't ...this....isn't...this...incest?"

She wasted no time in her reply, "No, dear, sweet Timmy. This is not incest. It is SexEd 201!"

She motioned me over to her breasts, and placed my hands on each. She explained the sensitive parts and the tender parts. My hands were in heaven, roaming over her breasts, learning how to touch and squeeze and pinch the nipples in a sensual way, and yet not hurt the woman. This went on for a good half hour, just rubbing, squeezing, pinching and touching. 

Next she clenched my head to one of her titties. Of course, I opened my mouth and started to suckle her...very hard! She swatted me atop my head, and then started to instruct me how to play my mouth and tongue and lips on the breasts, thus turning the woman on...not hurting her. All in all, I would say that after an hour of "class," I was becoming quite the master of breast stimulation.

She quipped, "Debbie will be very happy for your education, and I might even have to give her some lessons, too."

"Mom, you wouldn't?"

"I have, once or twice...and I would teach her, if that will turn out to be good for you!" 

At this point, Mom's voice sounded like she was softly growling, not just talking to me. Her breath was short and raspy. Her chest was heaving. Suddenly, my nose became aware of her delicate female juices. I started to lower my hands to her mid-section, where she abruptly stopped me. She stood up, took a final pull at her wine, and finished it off. Then she scooped up her blouse. 

Mom turned to me and began to purr out, "You have done excellent tonight, Baby boy. Lesson's over though. I need to take care of something urgently." She dashed up to her room and closed the door.

By the time I had put the glasses into the sink and turned off the lights, I could hear her moaning and groaning through the door. As I passed it on my way up to my room, I could hear gentle, yet urgent squishing sounds. As I started into my room, I detected a few moans and gasps, then a final loud groan, Ohhhh........ goddddd.... yessssssssssssss!" Naturally, I went to bed and wacked off at least three times in the shadow of my SexEd lesson. Finally I drifted off to sleep.

The next morning, Sunday, I was awakened to the pleasant odors of fresh bacon and eggs being cooked. I washed and was at the table in record time. There on the table was fresh orange juice and toast. By the time I sat down, breakfast was being served. Mom looked comfortable and refreshed in her blue satin nightshirt. Of course, no bra again, but I could definitely see a panty line. Wooohoooo, hard again!

After we finished, I helped her clean the table and wash the pots and pans. While we were moving about the fairly close quarters, the bulge in my shorts rubbed against the roundness of her ass cheeks. "Whoa there big boy," Mom said, "It's not time for classes yet!"

Ye gads...my cock would never go soft again. What did she have planned for us this time?

After we cleaned up the kitchen, Mom told me we had to get the lawn mowed and trim a couple of the trees. This week was rubbish pick-up and if we didn't get it out today, it would have to stay piled on our property for two weeks, until the next pick-up. I must admit, Mom worked my ass off with all of the chores. Finally, around 3 PM we had finished and put all the tools away. Mom suggested we shower and go out for a pizza tonight.

It was nearly 9 PM by the time we got home again. Mom instructed me to go up and put my shorts on again, while she was going for her nightshirt. We both got back to the living room about the same time, and Mom took her "Instructor's seat" in the easy chair. She motioned me to the floor again in front of her. There it was...a big old boner bulging my shorts out. 

She giggled as she caught sight of it. "Oh my, that doesn't need a lot of coaxing does it?"

She immediately opened and removed her nightshirt, letting those beautiful orbs of lust come jiggling out. As she slid up to get the nightshirt out from under her, it became evident that she wore no panties tonight. I started to edge toward her, but she showed me her palm and beckoned me to remain where I was. Gawd, I had to have her breasts again; in my hands...in my mouth...against her.

"SexEd 202?" I joking queried.

"Yes, my darling baby boy," she responded.

"Do I get to make love to you tonight, Mom?"

"Timmy, darling, until you learn HOW to make love...well...maybe not even then...I think that will be crossing the line," she answered back to me. "We'll just take one step at a time into make you a GREAT lover...then we'll see. You see, my sweet son, once we cross that bridge, it's not SexEd anymore, it is incest. And, besides, once we cross it, we may never be able to come back!

I was a little put off by her answer, yet I understood.

She slid down in her chair and spread her legs wide. The sight of her womanhood was completely mesmerizing. How simply beautiful! Her pubic bush was trimmed very close, and quite narrow, with just a small triangular patch at the top. Even after two children, and Lord knows how much sex, she was put together like a young girl. That is, her vulva looked very compact, and showed no evidence of a bulging clitoris. Her labia were tucked in close...and they were glistening.

She gave me very distinct instructions on what I was and was not to do, and admonished me about taking thing into my own hands. That would be the end of any future instructions. I became her dedicated student, unwilling to make a move on my own!

She told me to start rubbing her knees, and gradually work my way up to her crotch, but not touching it. I did this for ten minutes or so, until she started to wiggle slightly. Then she took my hands and softly showed me how to encircle and massage the labia, parting them ever so slightly, working my way under the hood of her clitoris. Then her nub just peeked out, begging for attention. 

She took my fingers and ran them up and down her slit, making both her slit and my fingers wet with her juices. Next she had me start to massage the nub with my thumb and gradually worked a finger into her wet and steamy love canal. So now I had my thumb rubbing the jewel of her lust and a finger inside of her. How exotic and wonderful it felt. The hot and velvety texture of her insides was beckoning me to go further. 

I began to venture out a little on my own. Not being very dexterous at this, I brought my other hand up to rub her clitoris and labia, while my other hand began to delve in and out of her sweet pussy. The sweet smell of lust was truly amazing...and an aphrodisiac at the same time. Mom had taken to moaning and groaning, bucking her hips slightly at me.

Thinking I might be doing something wrong, I softly asked, "Am I doing this OK, Mom?"

"Oh yessss," she replied. "Please don't stop doing exactly what you're doing," she pleaded.

I began to move my fingers just a bit more forcefully. For some reason I inserted a second finger, and she bucked at my hand even harder. Now she was writhing and bucking almost uncontrollably. Her head was whipping from side to side. Without thinking, I curled one of my fingers upward so she wouldn't buck me out of her. Suddenly, she seemed to go out of control.

"Jezzus...you hit my G-spot...I'm gonna'....Oh...God...Timmy.....I'm cummmmminnnng!" 

I felt the gush of her climatic juices and my fingers and just kept going. This went on for about a minute, until she yanked my hands away from her. I didn't know what to do, so I just licked my fingers while I was waiting for her. Lordy, how sweet she tasted. I had to have more of her. I licked my hand completely clean, but I wanted more.

When the throes of her climax subsided and she started to regain her composure, she leaned forward and thanked me. She softly grasped my head and pulled it toward hers. Our lips met, and we kissed. Tenderly at first, but becoming more imperative as seconds passed. Her tongue parted my lips and explored my entire mouth. Our tongues began the dance of lust as they twisted and turned and found every crevice of each other's mouth.

As she backed away, she lowed her head slightly, and looked at me so pleadingly. "Do you think you could do that with your mouth and tongue?"

I hesitantly nodded and replied, "I think so. I have never done it like that, but I'll try!"

"Just do your best, my baby boy, and don't rush or apply too much pressure."

I backed my head off slowly and moved near her knees. I started to lick up and down the silky smooth skin of the insides of her thighs, alternating between legs. She smelled wonderful—especially now that she was excited. I couldn't resist running one hand around her back and lightly cupping one of her buttocks. Mom flinched ever so slightly, but didn't pull away. 

I knelt before her crotch and examined her from the distance of a few inches. The slightly crinkled lips of her outer labia showed clearly, glistening slightly. The hood of flesh at the top of her snatch just covered the nub of her clitoris, and I admiringly could see it throb very so gently. 

I placed a hand on each hip...God, her skin felt so good...and positioned myself for her pleasuring. A spasm went through Mom's body as my tongue made contact with the skin of her vulva. I drew a tight little circle of saliva around it. My tongue gliding effortlessly over her firm flesh. Mom's breathing quickened. I pulled back slightly, removing my tongue from her skin. Her breathing faltered and her hands griped my shoulders. I traced the lips of her outer labia. I gave the hood of flesh over her clitoris a slight nudge and Mom's body stiffened in response. 

Lightly gripping the lips of her vulva with the fingers of both hands, I parted her sex and looked upon the delights within. The moist, pink flesh of her inner labia were coated in the juices of her orgasm, begging me to lick her clean.. I breathed deeply, savoring the sweet aroma, and, keeping her spread open with the fingers of one hand, traced my index finger round her inner moistness. Mom's breathing was fast and hard, a concentrated look on her face as I removed my finger and suck it into my mouth

I looked once more into the depths of her womanhood and then up at her rapt features. "You have a beautiful pussy, I'm going to enjoy eating it". A brief nod was my only reply. I moved forward once again and, while spreading her open with my left hand, moved the tip of my tongue into her. It was exquisite; the smell of her pussy in my nose, the taste and texture of her moist womanhood on my tongue, the feel of her taught skin as I caressed her ass with my free hand. 

I ran my tongue round the inside of her outer labia, collecting the excess juice and greedily swallowing it. Then, I ventured a couple of quick darts of my tongue into her vaginal passage. Even to my tongue it felt tight, though slippery with juice and invitingly warm. 




Appreciating a Woman Ch. 03



...previously...

In the first segment, my horny, but not really promiscuous Mom, had awoken me from an alcohol induced sleep with the greatest blowjob I had ever gotten...well, really, the only blowjob I had ever gotten. It had taken me totally by surprise, and I became truly concerned that I might have crossed the forbidden boundaries of a Mother and Son relationship.

In the second segment, Mom and I discussed what had transpired. I confided in her that her athletic and muscular son was basically still a virgin. However, she managed to convince me that everything that had, and would, transpire between us was not incest, but the continuing Sex Education that she had been instructing me, through most of my teen/adult life.

Now, the hopes and dreams of taking my Mother, completely, have almost been completely dispelled...

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For the greatest part of the rest of the summer Mom and I cavorted around like young lovers. We had fantastic oral sex experiences. She brought me to unbelievable and even unthinkable orgasms, to the point where I would deliver so much cum, I could not believe that I would be able to deliver. Conversely, she taught me how to treat, touch, and mouth-play a woman so well, that even she was having trouble resisting my desires to take our sexuality to completion.

No matter how much cajoling, teasing, harassing, or even angered remarks I made, nothing seemed to hit home. Mom was really and truly intense on keeping our relationship more of a Sex Ed type arrangement. I just didn't make sense. Either we masturbated ourselves in front of each other, on each other, or masturbated each other. We also had absolutely fantastic oral sex...almost every day! That is...while Mom was not on her period. She would not let me touch her on those days.

It just didn't make any sense to me. 

One day we went to the shopping center. She decided she wanted to buy a new sundress and bathing suit. In the clothing store, she would take a couple of garments to the changing room, and ask me to stand nearby, so she could show me how the outfits looked on her, and if I approved or not. She would disappear behind the curtain for a few minutes. Then poke her head out and call my name. When I appeared, she would sling open the curtain enough to show me her body in different arrays of undress...bra and panties...braless...completely naked. 

I was going crazy. I had a massive erection in my pants, pitching an unbelievable tent, and making me very uncomfortable in the middle of the store.

Then she would try on a dress and call me over again. I would nod my head in approval and she would smile a big smile. If no one else was in eyesight, she would wink at me and then lift up her dress to show me she was naked underneath. She did this a couple of times, nicely displaying the beautiful curves of her ass...or the neatly trimmed patch between her legs. I was ready to storm into the dressing room stall and show my mother just what she was doing to me...but, I think already she knew and was teasing me on purpose.

Finally she had chosen a couple of sundresses. Thank god, 'cause if she teased me like that again, I swore to myself that I would just go right in after her, and fuck her! Like it or not.

Next we went to the swimsuit department. There, it became the same thing over again. But, this time I was ready. I had moved as close to the dressing room as I dared to, before upsetting any other women in the area. 

The first time she tried to flash me with her nudity, I was standing right next to the stall. As she started to pull the curtain, I reached in and grabbed at her breasts. She let out a startled shrilly whine, but she did not try that again, as we almost got caught.

By the time we came back to the car, the sun was starting to set. We were both hotter than two dogs in heat. We wasted not a minute. She lifted her skirt, showing me she had not put her panties back on. I already had my erect penis out. Thank the lord for the old bench seat cars! We were in the 69 position in seconds. It only took a minute or two for both of us to have an explosive and exhilarating climax. We sat up and licked the remains of each other's love juices from our fingers and faces. We kissed very deeply and then cleaned each other's mouths with our tongues.

By the time we finished kissing and cleaning up, my dick was once again so hard a cat couldn't scratch it. I grabbed Mom around the waist, with the other arm going over her shoulder and tried to lay her down. She took my wrist into her little hand and gave it a Judo-like twist, putting me into submission. 

"I told you, we are NOT going to fuck!" 

Boy was she angry.

"But, there is something we have never done before...climb up on my chest and put that wonderful cock of yours between my tits!"

"Huh?" I replied. "They're not that big, Mom."

"Just get up here and put that beautiful cock between them! I'll push them together, and what don't fit, will go in my mouth!"

Wow! I could not believe this new twist.

Mom lay back on the seat and spit into each palm. She rubbed the spittle between her 34C's and then grabbed my cock. She placed me between her breasts and pushed them together. If this is any indication of what real sex is like....

I began a slow and even rhythm of pumping my love pole between her nicely rounded boobs. She exerted just enough pressure to create a heavenly feeling on my penis, which was nicely stroking back and forth on her chest. On each upstroke, her waiting and open lips would wet the bulbous head of my penis, which would more lubricate the luxurious cleft between her breasts. I was rising fast and Mom knew it. My penis was getting stiffer and straighter, and she could tell by the tension in my testicles that I was fast approaching yet another climax.

"Give it to me, my sweet baby boy," she whimpered, in anticipation of my release. "Give me all of you sweet cum...between my tits, on my face...but save some for my mouth!"

I could feel the rush of my ejaculation building way down in my knees. This new sensation was so overwhelming to me. I began to pick up some speed with my strokes. 

All the while my Mom cooed, "That's it my big boy. Mommy's waiting to taste that sweet cum. Awwww, my baby boy, cum good and feed mommy!"

That was it. It was all I needed to hear. My testicles pulled right up to the skin of the perineum, between my testicles and my ass. I felt like my cock would split in half as my first load of cum jettisoned between Mom's tits. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!............ Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!...... Godddd!................ Unnnnah!"

The first squirt was indeed huge. It squirted right up to Mom's nose and dribbled down into her mouth. She guided the next spurt right between her titties and this lubricated the skin between them some more. Next she pulled my cock out from between them and deposited a squirt on each nipple. And then she took my now very sensitized cock head into her mouth and sucked it dry. I was squirming like a greased pig. I finally pulled out of her mouth with a pop, and almost collapsed on top of her.

It took me a good five minutes to come back down to Earth, and regain some feeling in my legs. She gently cleaned any residue from my cock. After Mom rubbed in any cum left on her breasts, Mom cleaned herself up with a hankie from her purse and started to put herself back together for the ride back home. 

It probably took me fifteen minutes to stop panting. There was almost a deafening silence on the ride home, which was only broken by Mom's almost inaudible giggling at my reactions to this new experience.

We had a whole repertoire of "Sex Ed Lessons" that we "practiced" almost every day and night. Before either of us realized, I was just a week away from returning to college and the boredom of Ho-Hum, non-penetration sex with Debbie.

I was continually struggling and trying to achieve my final goal...to penetrate my own Mother's sweet and delicious pussy...maybe even to deposit my heated cum in that moist and velvety love tunnel. I constantly prodded, cajoled, ridiculed and teased Mom, to try to get her to give in to my lust for her cherished jewel. I tried everything, short of physical coercion, as I knew that if I did, it would be the complete end to everything...maybe even never speaking again. 

NO, that was out of the picture, although I had contemplated it a few times.

She always had a plain and simple answer, "No, Timmy! I will not fuck you! That IS incest, and we won't do that."

It was now the Saturday morning before I returned to college. Mom made a fantastic breakfast for me and suddenly disappeared from the kitchen. After a bit, I heard the shower start to run, so I went into the living room and turned on the TV. I was just sitting there in a pair of boxers, as our dressing habits when at home and alone were quite uninhibited. Soon the shower stopped, but there were no other sounds, and no footsteps of Mom heading to her room.

Suddenly, the most sensuous smelling perfume wafted into my nostrils. I immediately came to my senses and looked around the room. There, at the top of the stairs, was my mother. She was wearing a pair of strappy, black, patent leather heels, stockings, a black graduation gown, with a motarboard on her head. Her face was perfectly made up. God was she looking beautiful.

I was totally stupefied. So much so, that I didn't even have an erection. She smiled her most beautiful and loving smile at me, and then she winked. Mom lifted her hand to the zipper, and in one fell swoop, unzipped the entire gown. She grabbed each side with her hands and held it wide open. Oh, lordy........she was totally naked underneath, except for the stockings and heels. 

She blew a big kiss at me and very throatily and hoarsely whispered, "Timmy...it's graduation time!" and disappeared into her room.

I took me a minute to digest what had just happened. Did my Mom finally invite me to her room? 

I took the twelve stairs two-at-a-time, and had ripped my boxers clean off me by the time I got to the landing.

There, on her king-sized bed, Mom had the most seductive pose. She was lying half on her side. One hand was behind her head, and the other on her leg. The lower leg pointed straight down, while the other leg was bent at the knee and poised just over the top of the first, so I could not view her luscious sex mound. If I only had a camera at that very moment in time, I would have one picture which said a thousand words. She had the loveliest and most sensual, erotic pose I had ever seen. The look on her face was one of pure seductress and lust.

She barely audibly whispered, "Today, my darling, baby boy, you are going to get your final Sex Ed lesson, test, and diploma...all at once!"

She turned flat on her back, taking her bent leg up and straightening it down to make a "V" between her legs. I could already clearly see her moistness. "Kneel between my legs baby boy," she moaned. "This is your final lesson, so don't you dare try to take things on your own. Do it my way or we don't do it at all!"

My throat was so dry I could hardly reply. "Yes, Mom." And I climbed up between her legs and knelt close. 

She motioned my head down to her pubic mound and instructed me to give her the best oral I could possibly give. I did as she instructed, and took my sweet time in taking her on her sex climb. Just as she was starting to crest I backed off and did something less stimulating. After a few moments I resumed my previous motions and brought her up again.

I did this to her four or five times. Her hands were quickly threading through my hair. Her head was thrashing from side to side. She had brought her ankles over my shoulders and locked her heels behind my head. Suddenly, she started screaming!

"Yessssss....goddamnit......you are so damned good......eat me hard you son of a whore....your're making mommy cummmmm............. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Goddddddddddddd....................... YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!

Her hips bucked up almost erect, as if trying to buck my mouth away from her; yet her hands pulled at my head, as if trying to push my head into her love canal. 

I pulled away just slightly, and let her have her complete orgasm. As she started to slowly come down from her climax, she told me that was the most intense orgasm she had ever experienced.

She gently reached down to my aching erection and stroked her long fingernails over it, sending shivers all through me. She felt the pre-cum oozing from the glans and rubbed it all over the head. Then she eased me towards her and began to instruct me on the optimum methods of penetration. Her love tunnel was so sopping wet it did not need any further lubrication, and my tongue had opened her up nicely. She slowly eased me into her, constantly giving instructions and "do nots." 

Soon, I was completely imbedded into the velvety and plushy walls of my mother's vagina. I was all the way in...pushing against her cervix...slapping my balls against her anus. We found a slow rhythm we could both enjoy, and alternated between in and out strokes and circling motions. 

The sweat was dripping down my body. Some of those beads ran down our bodies and some dripped off onto Mom. She licked and sucked up every drop that was anywhere near her mouth.

She began to pull her legs up, with her knees on each side of her head. Then she managed to put her high-heeled feet onto my shoulders, allowing me maximum penetration. I could feel my cock bending under the pressure of being in too far. Plus the definite Ommmfff.....Ahhhhhhhhhh......and Ugnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn's of mixed pleasure and pain.

Mom's Kegel muscle practice sessions paid off here. Sometimes she managed to close up so tight that I could hardly stroke in or out. I could sense she was getting close...I knew I was. Once again, her head was flailing from side to side, her hands were alternating between grabbing the sheets into knots and tearing the flesh off my back. 

"Timmy, cummmmm my baby bay. Give it all to your mommy...........oh, baby boy, that's it.....give it to me nooooooooooooowwwwwwwwwwwwww!"

That was it. That sent me over the edge. All at once I felt my balls get hard as granite. My testicles were aflame as my climax ripped out of me and shot rope after rope of hot, sticky-gooey wet cum into my Mom. With each load of jism, Mom sort of winced and whined, as if I were punching within her. 

As it subsided, maybe a good five minutes of climax, we both lay exhausted, and napped. We had taken just a few winks, when one of us stirred and woke the other. We got up and went to the bathroom and cleaned ourselves. Mom hugged me real tight and kissed me a deep, wet, sexy, tongue kiss that lasted quite a while, as we fondled each other's body.

Mom looked at me with a gigantic adoring smile, and winked at me again. "You've learned all of your lessons very well. I would have to give you an A+. Now for your graduation present..."

I was totally startled. I could not believe...still not believe, that I had actually made love with my Mom and cum in her pussy. I interjected, "But...Mom...I thought you said you would never fuck me?"

"My dearest, darling baby boy. Timmy. We have only had Sex Ed Lessons...but I have a special graduation present for you..." she hesitated.

"Tomorrow night you head back to college. From now until then, I am your graduation present...do whatever you want, whenever you want, however you want! However, remember, you have learned your lessons like the scholar you are; once you have graduated, your education is complete!"

"But...Mom...?"

"Tim, I told you, we WILL NOT commit incest. I have taught you, you learned...and now I'm your present!...and my warrantee expires in 26 hours!"

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