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Crash Course Sex: Lesson 01

By: oediplus



Near midnight, Julie decided to take matters in her own hand - she marched up the stairs and headed for her son's room.

She was worried. Kyle had come home at 4:00 PM like clockwork, but the boy that had trudged through the door didn't seem like her son. 

Normally, he'd introduce himself heartily, his voice percolating through the two-story ranch house. He'd then trot into the kitchen, quickly drop his backpack on the table, and give his beloved mother a tight hug from behind. This had been a daily ritual for nearly a decade, though Julie had noticed that the young man's embraces had grown incrementally prurient since he'd hit puberty - a hand that reached too far up, or a kiss on the nape of her neck that lingered too long. Initially, she brushed it off as mere coincidence, but the clothed erection (an increasingly massive one, she blushingly conjectured to the shocked, giggling fellow moms of her bridge club) often pressed against the seat of her jeans made her wiser to the situation. Fortunately, Kyle usually defused any tension with a goofy joke that'd make her chuckle, and her friends assured her that he was just going through a phase. Besides, the attention was flattering and, although she felt guilty admitting it, quite arousing - more than once had the knowledge of the young man's perpetual bulge driven her to the company of her vibrator.

Today, however, Kyle headed upstairs as soon he entered the house and self-exiled himself to his room. He'd politely, but impatiently, countered his mother's multiple knocks of concern with vague excuses. Even her husband, Mike, had lightly rebuked her, "He just needs some space. Maybe it's time to stop babying an 18-year old." His chuckle had received a cold glare in return.

Well, 8 hours was enough! She needed to know what was going on!

When she went to his door, she saw that the lights were off. He had fallen asleep! She decided to kiss him goodnight, quietly opening the door so as to not wake him up. 

Unfortunately, as the light from the hallway soon revealed, her son was anything but dormant.

Julie was aghast at what she found. Her son was seated on his bed, his back to the headboard, and stared at her in bewilderment. A box of condoms lay opened on the bed, many of its unrolled contents strewn across the floor. One was in Kyle's hand, ludicrously stretched across the tip of his gargantuan penis. When he recovered from the shock, he dropped the condom and quickly pulled the covers to hide his shame - they did little to obfuscate the pulsating tower of flesh, a fact not lost on Julie, who felt her cleft moisten. "Boy was I right, girls," she thought, imagining what her friends would say.

"Oh god, mom - this isn't... this isn't what it looks..." His embarrassment turned to indignation, "Damn it, couldn't you knock?"

"Wha- what- what are you doing?!" she asked sternly. Julie quickly shut the door and flipped on the lights, knowing that her puritanical husband might disown the erring boy if he saw what was going on.

The tone of disappointment in his mother's voice and his complete inability to produce an explanation wiped the ire from his face - a deep shade of crimson took its place, obvious in the now well-lit room.

The 18-year old suddenly looked like a child who'd been caught red-handed. Julie felt her maternal instincts kick in and rushed to his side - she couldn't stay mad at her baby! She clasped him to her bosom and stroked his hair, "Oh honey, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to embarrass you!" 

While Kyle appreciated his mother's attempt to comfort him, her proximity didn't alleviate his tumescence. If anything, having his face held between a fantastic pair of huge, alabaster udders stuffed inside a pink tank top that barely contained them made it all the worse. As he took in the heady mix of Chanel No 5 and the sweet, natural fragrance of a woman, more and more blood rushed to fill the large veins feeding his cock - he felt faint.

"Aw mom... it's fine." Kyle barely registered his own words, as his eyes relished the small beauty mark on the inner side of the left breast.

"But pumpkin, what are you doing will all these boxes?" The justifiable, but awkward question brought the teen back to his senses. He pulled back from the embrace.

"Uh... uh well... you see..." the boy stammered, searching for an excuse.

He looked into Julie's warm, aquamarine eyes and knew he could never lie to his mother. He muttered, "Susie invited me to her house this weekend, while her parents are away – I'm almost certain she wants to have sex this weekend."

"Oh," Julie intoned. She did her best not to scowl.

Susie was Kyle's girlfriend of two months. Despite Julie's vigilant efforts throughout high school to keep her handsome boy for herself, the cheerleader had snuck in and stolen his heart during football practice. Although the 38-year old mother accommodated a powerful aversion for the 19-yr old bimbo, she knew the girl made Kyle happy, which is ultimately what the devoted mother cared about most.

She asked the obvious follow-up, terrified of the answer, "Well... do you?"

"Of course, I do! I... really like her, mom," he blurted out. The boy couldn't help but smile as he thought of the pretty brunette that had completely changed his life.

Julie looked at her son's face and felt her heart sink. The teen was completely love-struck - her baby boy had replaced her in his heart.

He continued, "But I'm a... a... virgin." The last word was barely audible. The loving mother looked on with pity as her child hung his head in abject shame.

"Pumpkin, that's nothing to be embarrassed about - your dad and I were virgins before we got married! You should be proud you're saving yourself for marriage!" 

Julie felt like a fraud preaching to her son something even she didn't fully believe in. After all, she had followed said advice to the letter as a beautiful young maiden, ignoring the adolescent cravings within her and turning away randy adonises by the handful; every adult in her life had been confident that the marital bliss she would reap by staying pure would be immeasurable. To this day, she remembered her excitement in the limo as it sped towards her first night in a marital bed, even as she sat next to the still strange "good Christian boy" her parents had chosen for her. Yet, more than a decade of matrimony had yielded only the uninspired 5-minute races to the finish that Mike initiated on the occasional weekend - she could count on one hand the times her spouse had brought her to orgasm in the past year. On some level she felt blessed - her husband was a faithful man, caring father, and wonderful provider. Unfortunately, he had never even come close to satiating the unspeakable hunger within her that grew more desperate with each passing day.

"Yeah yeah... dad's given me that talk a million times before. But...but..." He sighed, in defeat, "Ah hell... maybe he's right. It doesn't matter anyway. Susie's gonna dump me once she that I've been lying to her for so long about not being a virgin. I screwed it up – it's over." He turned away, trying hard to hide his grief. 

Julie's heart ached, partially from realizing just how much he cared about some skinny bitch, but mostly from seeing the apple of her eye in so much pain. She thought back to the numerous crushes and desires she'd forsaken in her youth and realized she couldn't let her son relive her regrets.

"No! It's not!" She grabbed Kyle by his sinewy shoulders and looked into his blue-green eyes. "Look, if you really care about this girl, you won't give up! You still have a few days before your date. That's plenty of time!"

Although completely shocked by her reaction, he countered, "It doesn't matter - I have no idea how any of this stuff works! I don't even know where to begin!"

Julie knew what needed to be done – after all, her spouse definitely wouldn't step up to the plate. She let go of his shoulders and looked away. She muttered, "I'll teach you."

Kyle stared at his mother with wide-eyed astonishment. "Wha-what???"

She looked back up at him, "I can train you." 

The boy realized the magnitude of her suggestion. "Wo- wow. Wow." He was speechless.

Her stomach turned at awkward silence that formed. Desperately attempting to bring levity to the situation, she joked, "Hey, I taught you how to bowl last week! How much harder could this be?"

He smiled weakly. "Wow, thanks mom... but, uh... but uh... do you really know what to do?"

It was her turn to be shocked, "WHAT?!"

"Well, it's just that... you'd never... before dad... and you guys... uh basically... never..." He tapered off, now avoiding eye contact.

Oh god, even her son knew how pathetic her sex life was. Something about that was hilarious, and she felt the tension slip away. She started laughing. 

"Wow mister, I offer to help you out, and that's what I get for it." She poked him playfully, "Meanie!"

"Ow!" He chuckled sheepishly, "Sorry - I didn't mean it like that... I just was wondering how..."

The boy had a good point – she wasn't exactly a pro. Besides, she had no idea how what "training" him would even entail.

Julie decided to improvise. "Haha relax, silly. I may not have the most... field experience, but I have heard a lot about it from my friends." She shot him a coy smile, "What exactly did you think we moms talk about while you're away all day at school?"

Kyle was floored by this revelation. He imagined his mother, Mrs. Brooks, Mrs. Stone, and Mrs. Cleaver - women he'd known forever - sitting around the quaint oak table in their living room, their dainty hands clutching their cards and covering their mouths in shock as they laughed and giggled about the graphically vulgar and obscene. Strangely, this mélange of the familiar and the salacious brought the teen's cock back to attention.

The newfound tent in the sheets wasn't lost on the housewife. Trying hard not to stare, Julie focused on the task at hand, "So uh... let's begin this little crash course shall we? You were having problems with condoms?"

"Uh... yeah... I try to roll them on and I was able to get a few almost on, but it really hurts."

Julie swallowed hard, "Show me."

Kyle grabbed a package, tore it in half and removed the rubber from within. Aware of the gravity of his next act, he slowly pushed the covers back to reveal his erection. 

"Oh my..." Julie involuntarily whispered. She gawked as the covers slid off, causing a massive, chocolate-colored penis to bounce back and slap her son's clothed stomach, a thick strand of clear mucous fluid still bridging the gap between the fat, shiny cockhead and the displaced sheets. The housewife's womb throbbed as she took in every detail of the largest penis she had ever seen: the merciless upward curvature that only resolved where the broad shaft met the thatch of pubic hair, the purple tip that widened into a ludicrously fat crest, the two giant veins that spiraled around, the wide tube that protruded from the underside, and the precum that indefinitely bubbled out of the deep cleft on the bottom of the glans and languidly seeped down. 

As he silently observed his mother's reaction, Kyle realized he was having an unprecedented effect on her that he did not fully understand. Moreover, in this state, she looked even more gorgeous than usual, her cute button nose flared, her high cheekbones now injected with a pink tinge, her big aquamarine eyes wider than ever, her ample red lips slightly parted, and her busty chest flushed and undulating. Son or not, Kyle had to admit that his mother was an incredibly lovely creature; for a moment, the teen forgot all about his 19-year old crush and took in the ravishing woman that sat beside him. The sight made him even harder and a particularly large glop of pre-cum rolled down his shaft.

Julie shivered under her son's unflinching gaze. Her rational mind desperately fought the new, confusing emotions that raged within her, trying to remind her that her son needed her help. Her devotion as a mother kept her level-headed for now, but the intangible longing within her bloomed.

"Well... go on... put it on."

Kyle snapped out of his reverie, remembering the young girl for whom he was training. He placed the rubber on the tip and with great effort, rolled the condom down, grimacing as it suffocated his enormous peter. Eventually he gave up, pulled off the contraceptive, and threw it on the floor. "See what I mean?!"

Julie smiled, understanding the problem. "Aw sweetie - it's not your fault. The condom's too small!"

"Really? My friends swore by this brand."

Wow, the kid really was naive. "Kyle... uh... baby, you have to understand that your... you're not really average. Your... uh... penis... is quite a bit larger than the usual."

"Oh god... I'm a freak."

"No!! No... you should be proud! Women love... um... many women like a bigger... one."

"Oh... I see. Just curious... is dad this big? Did I get this from him?"

Oh god, he certainly didn't. Poor Mike. She was embarrassed for her husband, "Uh honey... well... genetics are complicated... your dad's... different."

So he was smaller. Putting together his mother's answers and her hesitancy, Kyle began to understand her physical reaction earlier to seeing his endowment. He tested his theory with a bold question: "I see. So mom, what do you prefer? Do you like... a bigger one?"

Julie was completely caught off-guard. "Uhhh... Kyle... you can't really... your father... he... I love your father." She desperately tried to change the subject, "So uh...Did you buy any other brands?"

The teen came to realize that his mother preferred his cock to his father's - he felt a swell of pride that brought a smile to his face. After all, what boy doesn't want to impress his mother? He wondered if she'd ever admit it. 

"Honey?"

He shelved his questions away for now. "Oh sorry... yeah." He reached over and opened the top drawer of his nightstand, sifting through the boxes within. "Uh, how about these XLs?"

"That should do. Try it on."

He ripped open the packet and was about to roll it on, but Julie suddenly stopped him.

"Wait! Let me do it."

Kyle looked at her, bemused.

"I should show you the right way to do it. Besides, Susie might want to put it on. You should be familiar... uh with a... woman's touch." Julie couldn't believe her own words. Sure, her rationale wasn't entirely disingenuous, but in reality, some part of her deep within just couldn't pass on the possibly once-in-a-life-time opportunity to touch the magnificent specimen before her.

"Ok." He handed her the condom. 

"It's going to be difficult for me to put this on the way we're positioned. Stand here." She pointed next to the bed.

He rolled off and stood in front of his mother, hands on his hips. 

Julie sat on the side, looking down at the drooling, curved behemoth. She tore open the package and removed the large, black circle within. Fighting to keep her hands from shaking, she placed the rubber on the glans and began rolling it down. She stared in gruesome fascination as the enormous corona stretched the rubber receptacle, preventing its progress. 

"Oh no, don't tell me this one isn't working either!"

"No, no – I just need to..." She looked up at him, swallowing guiltily, "do you mind if I... hold you in place with my other hand?"

"Oh uh... yea, I mean we're trying to simulate what it's going to be like with Susie... go ahead."

The mother gingerly placed one of her hands around the wide base of her son's penis – a good inch and a half separated her thumbnail from the rest of her fingers. Wow, this kid was definitely going to stretch out some quims to their limit. Used to her husband's floppy appendage, she was amazed at how unyieldingly stiff her son was. Her friends were definitely right about teenagers. 

Kyle groaned, "Ohhh mom..." Her cool, firm grip felt incredible. He felt a familiar tingle in his balls, and he gritted his teeth, trying not to focus on the delectable sensations.

The devoted mother had always enjoyed hearing her son's moans of contentment when she'd given him one of her famous back massages; she was surprised to find that the principle applied even in this case. In fact, the taboo of her current situation made his responses so much more enjoyable, fanning the flames within her. A pang of guilt overcame her – as she began to enjoy the situation, it became more and more difficult to justify her actions. She offered a mental apology to her husband.

Still, the dedicated mother was determined to see her son succeed. Stabilizing the cock with one hand, she began slowly rolling down the condom with the other. With patient effort, the rubber finally rolled past the fat crown. The fit was tight, but comfortable, and she used stroking motions to pull the rubber down the rest of the way.

Unfortunately, just as the last of the condom rolled out, Kyle began to orgasm. 

"OH NO! MOM, I'M CUMMING! Urgghhhh!!"

His hips began jerking haphazardly, producing surprisingly forceful thrusts that shuttled the scimitar of flesh in and out of Julie's hand. In amazement, the housewife watched through the translucent condom as her son's penis ballooned and spewed a two-second burst of milky fluid into the contraceptive before relaxing. She watched her son's brow furrow and felt his hand tightly grasp her shoulder as his knees went weak.

"Damn it! Hnnnnggghhh!!"

Once again, the shaft convulsed and the condom swelled further. This continued for some time as the teen's robust hips continued to buck uncontrollably, each contraction further filling the rubber receptacle and producing a groan from the boy. Julie felt a rush as she gave her son the most intense orgasm of his life, her panties now soaked and the tingling between her legs nearly unbearable. Her conscience yelled at her to let go, but her desires and her maternal instinct couldn't abandon her child just when he so desperately needed relief.

"It's ok sweetheart, let it all out." She rubbed his thighs, cooing, "You're doing so good."

"Hgggaaahhhh!!" his mother's approval only made the boy come harder. He felt like his orgasm would never end.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the contractions slowed and then stopped entirely. Julie reluctantly released him and he collapsed on the bed next to his mother, drenching in sweat and gasping for air. 

"Jeee- jeeesus Chhh- chhrist, mom. Oh- oh shit I'm leaking!"

Semen was seeping out of the condom onto the boy's pubes – Julie quickly and carefully pulled it off the pulsating shaft and tied it off. Before throwing it in the trash, she stared with sick fascination at the preposterously full cum-balloon and wondered where the boy had acquired his potency. Even in his younger days, Mike had only been able to knock her up after a year of calculated effort, and since then he'd completely failed to provide her with the second child she greatly longed for. She glanced at Kyle's scrotum, noticing that his humongous testes dwarfed her husband's, and thought to herself, "form really does follow function." The middle aged mother briefly wondered if the sperm factory lying beside her could still give her the heir she desired, but she brushed off the ultimate taboo and threw the used rubber in the trash.

"Damn it – I didn't mean to do that! I'm so sorry, mom!"

She tenderly stroked his hair and smiled at him, "Darling, it's ok... it's completely natural. You couldn't help it."

He felt relieved, "Thanks... thanks for understanding. Still, though – I can't believe I came that quickly! I can usually go longer by myself!" The boy realized too late what he had just admitted.

The mother was surprised, though not shocked, to hear her son admitting to masturbating. She reassured him, "Don't worry goofball – everybody does it. As for the matter of uh... endurance, the situation is completely different with a woman!"


Crash Course Sex: Lesson 01



"Oh, I see."

"That said, as a gentleman... you should always let a lady... uh go first." Julie felt a little silly channeling advice that didn't even apply to her own marital bed. Nevertheless, she intended to make her son a better man. "So stamina really is important. Fortunately, you can work on it!"

Kyle was intrigued, "Really? How??" 

The middle-aged mother felt a twinge of jealously at her son's enthusiasm to please his lover. At the behest of her friends, she'd attempted this conversation with her husband years ago, only to have him storm out of the room, beet-faced and indignant. Susie was a lucky girl, she thought, somewhat sadly.

"Yeah... ok, so I want you to squeeze your muscles like you do when you want to stop peeing. If you do it right, your... uh penis should... jump"

The boy fed her a quizzical look, but trusted her. After some experimentation, he found a motion that caused his semi-deflated cock to bounce. 

"That's it! They're your pelvic floor muscles. Now, whenever you feel like... you need to finish, just squeeze them to hold it in. However, you need to build them, like any muscle. Keep working on it! Slow squeezes, now."

After a few repetitions, he winced, "Oww I'm getting a little sore."

She smiled, "That's perfect! No pain, no gain!"

The teen kept at it, and his mother watched in amazement as the penis that had unloaded a cup of semen only five minutes ago throbbed and thickened back to its elephantine state. She licked her lips as she watched the thick rod, still glistening in the room light from its previous orgasm, stiffen periodically. She shivered as her eyes appreciated the taut quadriceps on her son's legs that flexed incidentally with every effort. These sights, in a room that was pungent with male aromas of sweat, pre-cum, and jism, made the restlessness within Julie intolerable, and she rubbed her legs together, desperately seeking relief. This night had gone on for too long - she needed to take care of this. 

"Wow... honey... that's... great. So uh... I think that's... uh good for tonight. Keep uh... practicing that, and we'll pick up... tomorrow night. I gotta go. " She pecked him on the forehead and quickly left the room before Kyle said a word. The housewife rushed down the stairs, heading for the basement, where she'd be out of earshot of her family. Normally, she'd grab her vibrator but she dared not wake her husband; besides, as her now wet jeans indicated, she didn't need any extra help.

Kyle knew something was up – he wondered if he had done something to set her off. He quietly pursued her down the stairs and watched her rush into the basement and slam the door. He slowly followed, quietly opening the door, and tiptoed down the short flight of stairs until he could see her through the bannister.

His mother lay spread-eagle on the cot, her jeans and panties carelessly strewn on the floor. Her curvy legs were splayed in the air, with her left hand clutching back one of her milky white thighs. Meanwhile, the other hand frigged her mons desperately, and her hips gyrated to meet it. Julie's eyes were squeezed shut in concentration and her mouth formed a round 'O'. 

Kyle was flabbergasted by the incredibly erotic sight in front of his eyes – his mother was masturbating! All thoughts of propriety went out the window as his arousal consumed his mind. He fished out his steel-hard schlong and began stroking frantically.

Meanwhile, the bucking middle-aged beauty in front of him moaned and whined as she hysterically sought relief. Sweat covered her forehead, matted her short, brown hair, saturated her tank top, and ran down the valley between her breasts. Her mind was awash with the images from the past hour, and her imagination soared. What did Kyle's cock taste like? How deep could it go? How many times could it make a woman come before tiring? She completely gave into the fantasy that had been entertaining for so long, and imagined her son pounding the shit out of her.

"Kyle!!! Ba- baby!! Ahhhh! You you- beautiful motherfucker!! Give me what- what I need! Fu- fuck me!!"

The teen couldn't believe his ears. His mother wanted him! He started stroking faster, occasionally using the method he'd just learned to stay his rapidly approaching climax. While he still really wanted to be with Susie, he began to wonder if it was the gorgeous lady in front of him that he really desired.

"Ohhhhhhh... god your b- big... COCK is gonna make mommy cu- cum!" Julie whimpered.

Hearing that drove the boy to the edge. Not even his new squeeze technique could help. He held on to the bannister as he came for his dear life.

"Hnnnnngggh!!!" Kyle began to ejaculate. The first strand flew across the basement, propelled by his unsuccessful squeeze. 

Julie eyes opened as she heard her son, but was in no position to respond. The 38-year old grunted, screamed, and whimpered like a schoolgirl as an incredibly strong orgasm took her. Her toes curled and her back arched.

"UNNGGGHHHHH!!!! OHHHHHHHHHH!!!" 

Mother and son locked eyes as they came and came, their vocal climaxes heightened by the forbidden situation. A gush of fluid accompanied each of Julie's contractions, soaking the sheets. Meanwhile, Kyle's sore PC muscles caused another prodigious volume of semen to bubble out of his urethra and pool on the floor below him.

Even as their paroxysms faded, the Eldridges gazed into each other's eyes, breathless, confused, and both still horny. This was just the first day – what would the future bring?



Crash Course Sex: Lesson 02



"Dude, it's your stop! Kyle!"

Although he had been gazing out of the window the whole ride, Kyle Eldridge suddenly realized the familiar corner of 126th and Abbey Road was right before him. He quickly grabbed his backpack, muttered a "thanks" to his vigilant friend, Wally, and ran outside. As the bus roared away into the distance, Kyle could hardly believe he was already home.

He had mindlessly floated through the whole school day. Be it chemistry, English, or gym, Kyle just couldn't focus. Even the usually enjoyable lunch hour he'd spend with Susie Grey fought to hold his attention. The boy just couldn't forget what had happened last night.

It had begun at midnight, when his loving mother had offered to give him a crash course in sex for his date with Susie on Sunday. In the next hour or so, Kyle had two of the most powerful orgasms in his life thus far. The first was an accident in his mother's hands after she'd put a condom on him. The second was inexcusably deliberate, occurring in the basement as mother and son mutually masturbated to each other, both complicit in a considerable transgression. 

While he had wordlessly retired to bed soon afterwards, sleep did not come easily. In the morning, exhausted, Kyle woke up just in time for a mad dash to the bus. He wished he had time to speak to his mother; right now, he had no idea how she felt about the situation. Was she upset? Was she afraid? 

"I'm home!" Kyle announced as usual when he got home. He walked into the kitchen.

"Hi, honey."

The beautiful matron currently faced the stove. Still sensitized from their previous encounter, Kyle couldn't help but stare with carnal intent as his mother's jeans perfectly contoured her wide hips and ample buttocks. The teen's shorts tented and he was smothered by a lust similar to the one that overrode his senses the previous night. Although still sweaty from gym class and completely unsure of his mother's feelings, the boy couldn't help but walk up and give her one of his usual hugs from behind.

"Hey mom."

Julie gasped. Although this was an embrace she'd encountered countless times before, there was something different about the immovable, male presence behind her. Had his grip always been so assured? Had his chest always been so firm? She felt her knees go weak.

Kyle pressed his nose into the nape of her neck and inhaled her sweet, familiar fragrance, while his arms nestled against her soft, warm breasts. Through his shorts, his rigid baton pressed into the pillow-like cheeks of her ass. The sensations inflamed the most primitive centers of his brain and his hips began moving almost imperceptibly. All his reservations evaporated – there was something about this ravishing woman that even Susie didn't stir in him.

The 38-year old groaned, her head swimming from the musky essence of the sweaty, virile adolescent behind her. The hard slab massaging her soft buttocks refreshed her memory of the beautiful and indefatigable phallus she had recently accommodated. Almost involuntarily, her hips began responding to his rhythmic motion. Shivering, she choked out, "Hey... sweetie... how was... your day?"

"Mmm... gooooood," Kyle moaned, his embrace and thrusting now more pronounced. "I thought about you all day," he admitted.

Julie's heart soared. She reached back and began running her hand through his hair. "Me too, sweetie." 

The boy grew even harder at his mother's loving caress. "I was worried that you were mad at me... for last night."

"Aw... honey. Your mommy could never be mad at you. In fact, I wasn't sure how you felt."

While Kyle had been in school, Julie had spent a large chunk of the day obsessing about the previous night's events. Between chores, plans and scenarios filled her mind, as she wondered how she'd approach her son after last night. She hadn't predicted that the ultimate scenario would involve grinding her ass against her flesh and blood like a randy schoolgirl. 

"I... I'm just... grateful." The boy placed a kiss on his mother's bare shoulder, the warm, wet gesture coaxing fluids from her innermost glands.

"I love you, mom."

"I... I love you too, baby." The bizarre combination of feelings and the now intolerable ache between her legs ravaged Julie's mind. She needed relief now.

"Kyle... darling... I need to... uh... I need to go," She moaned restlessly.

The teen was familiar with this ruse. Remembering what he saw in the basement, Kyle slid his right hand down to the crotch of her jeans and began massaging. 

"What are you doing??!" Although shocked, Julie couldn't help but involuntarily buck into her son's hand. 

"I know what you need, mom," the boy declared.

Julie found herself turned on by her son's confidence. Unfortunately, It made fighting him all that more difficult. She panted, "Kyle... we can't... it's not... ohhhhhhhhh." 

The teen began kissing and caressing the nape of her neck with his lips and continued stroking. He whispered, "It's ok. Think of it as part of my training. Besides, you made me feel good yesterday... it's only fair I give back" 

Even amidst the torrent of confusing emotions, Julie felt a glimpse of pride in her son. He was growing up to be a selfless lover!

"If... if you say so. Ok... sweetheart, make sure you maintain pressure and move with me. Also, I really... like what you're doing with your lips... but keep on experimenting. T-try nibbling on my ear." she gasped.

Like the good boy he was, Kyle obliged, winning a moan of contentment from his teacher. For an indeterminable time, the two Eldridges continued humping wordlessly, the room silent except for a boy's labored breathing and his mother's moans and frantic panting. 

Julie was first to break the silence.

"Pumpkin!!! I'm going to come!!!" One of her hands gripped the kitchen counter, while the other bunched up Kyle's hair.

Kyle nudged away his mother's shoulder-length hair and licked the salty sweat rolling onto her flushed, taut neck. This drove Julie over the edge.

"OHHHHH GODDD!!!!" Julie frantically rocked against her son's hand, yelling and grunting. Kyle maintained firm contact with the soaked denim as he watched his elegant matron shake and scream through the waves of her paroxysm. A pleasurable rush soared through him as he made the strong, caring woman he'd never disobeyed in his life whimper like a schoolgirl. His shorts were soaked from pre-cum and normally he'd have climaxed, but the kegels he'd learned about last night and practiced nonstop really did the trick.

Satisfied and sweaty, Julie nearly went limp afterwards – fortunately, the powerful stud behind her maintained a firm grip. She smiled and caressed his matted hair, "Oh my god sweetie that was wonderful. You're a natural. A plus!"

He pecked her on her warm, flushed right cheek. "I 

have a great teacher."

Julie turned around and beamed at her son. As the petite lady gazed up at the Adonis towering over her 5' 2'' frame, she realized just how much her sweet baby boy had grown. Her heart fluttered and she quivered – while she still thought of him as her son, the 38-year old was clearly falling for the young man.

She needed to kiss him. Brushing aside the guilt she felt for betraying her spouse, Julie indulged her ulterior motives, "So, uh, Kyle... part of pleasing a woman is knowing how to kiss her. Do you know how?"

"I think so," the teen answered tentatively. The kisses he'd get from Susie were some of his fondest memories.

"Show me."

"Oh... uh ok."

Although surprised, the teen was determined to prove himself. He bent down and pecked his mother on the lips.

Julie laughed, "I said kiss, goofball!"

"But Susie and I-"

She interrupted him, "Let me show you how."

Wrapping her hands around his neck, Julie brought her lips to her son's, loving that she had to stand on her toes to reach him. Her soft lips worked their magic as her fingers dug into his hair. Kyle was overwhelmed by the delicate wetness of her touch; the peppermint quality of her breath; and the savory taste of her lip balm. His arms grasped the tiny woman before him and brought her close, his hands stroking her back. The housewife's large breasts squashed against the teen's firm chest, further arousing the young boy.

Julie moaned as son's yet unsatisfied penis grew and prodded her soft belly, and she darted her tongue into his mouth. A quick learner, Kyle responded with his own, and their tongues danced. As if they had a mind of their own, his hands ventured lower and lower, ultimately digging their digits into a pliable, plump ass. 

The clearly transgressive touch from her son reactivated the itch deep within Julie. Her efforts intensified and soon the odd couple were all but making out. Only the risk of passing out from suffocation caused them to break their embrace.

"Holy shit," Kyle exclaimed, gasping for air.

Julie smiled, pleased with herself, "That's how it's done!"

"Wow...I had no idea. Is it always this intense?"

"I wouldn't know, sweetheart. Your dad... he's ... not the biggest fan of foreplay," reluctantly admitted.

"Seriously? Dad's such an idiot!"

"Kyle Eldridge! Don't talk about your father that way!" Julie playfully reproached him.

"I'm sorry mom. You're just... so amazing," he said sheepishly.

"Aww honey... you're too kind," she smiled, lovingly caressing his face.

"It's true! In fact..." The boy cocked an eyebrow, 

"Wait, how did you get so good at kissing if not with dad?"

Julie blushed – the kid had caught her red-handed. "Uh... it's a little embarrassing..."

Now more interested than ever, Kyle pleaded with her, "I promise I won't tell! Tell me!"

"Ok, ok! Relax, buster! I... uh practiced it... with... Mrs. Brooks."

"WHAT?!"

She giggled at his surprise, "Yeah... I was at her house one day. We'd been talking about... relations with our husbands and the wine was particularly strong. We both wanted to try something fresh, and uh... we decided to practice with each other."

Kyle was flabbergasted and incredibly turned on. He imagined Mrs. Brooks, a ravishing blonde from the cul-de-sac, nervously locking lips with his pretty mother, their faces flushed from the alcohol and their bosoms heaving from the excitement. His cock throbbed, a fact not lost on Julie, who again unsuccessfully fought the lurid thoughts in her mind.

Suddenly, the clock beeped the arrival of 5:00, rudely shaking Julie out of her idyll. 

"Oh god, look at the time - your father will be here within the hour! He can't see us like this! We both need to wash up! There's no time with only one shower! How could I have done this with my own son?" A medley of panic, fear, and guilt drove the housewife into a frantic stir. 

Perhaps it was the urgency of the situation, his mother's distress, or the events that had transpired, but a cool reserve overtook Kyle. He decided to take charge, "Mom, it's ok... Mom, listen!" He grabbed her by the shoulder, and looked her straight in the eye. Julie stared back, helpless in the hands of the six-foot tall stud.

"First of all, you're not doing anything wrong – you're just helping me out. There's no reason for you to feel guilty. And don't worry... there's plenty of time before dad comes home. Follow me."

He grasped her hand, leading her up the stairs and into the small bathroom; Julie followed without resistance. Who was this calm and resolute man? Where was her goofy, childish son?

Kyle closed the bathroom door. "Look, it might be a bit strange, but if we shower together, I think we can be clean in time. Since we're right above the garage door, I'll run out with our dirty clothes as soon as I hear dad come back. That way, you can come out of the shower in a towel, and I'll just be in my room."

Still shaken, Julie offered a weak rebuttal, "But sweetheart... we can't..."

"Given what we've already been through, I think it'll be ok." Kyle's quiet, firm retort silenced the dissenting voices in her head. Wrong or not, the kid had an irresistible confidence.

The boy began shedding his clothes. Julie watched as the divestment revealed a tan, sinewy body covered in sweat that shone in the bathroom light. Her eyes devoured the impressive results of his workout regime: broad shoulders, muscular arms, firm chest, and set of lats that tapered down, highlighting the washboard abdomen between.

Kyle noticed that his mother stood motionless, her jaw agape and her eyes glazed over. "Mom! What are you doing? We have to hurry!"

The housewife snapped out of her lull, swallowing hard, "Oh... uh... yeah, sorry honey..."

She absent-mindedly undid her jeans as the teen's shorts dropped, revealing a pair of sweat and pre-cum soaked boxers that fought to restrain the enormous lead pipe underneath. Just as she finished removing her shirt, her boy had finished denuding himself. The 38-year-old's pussy moistened and ached as she gazed upon the semi-flaccid, yet still sizeable rod of flesh that hung between two well-defined pair of quadriceps. There was nothing even remotely motherly about the way she current looked at the boy.

Meanwhile, Kyle realized that his mother was now in her underwear; he now fully understood why people often referred to the female form as "an hourglass". The shapely beauty before him sported nothing but a white bra that did little to hide a substantial pair of pale, curved breasts and white panties whose straps stretched across wide, fertile hips. While the boy had never been with a girl, he'd seen enough online to know that the specimen in front of him was quite impressive. The teen's eyes were glued to a bead of sweat that rolled down his mother's abyssal cleavage, his cock thickening and rising with periodic throbs.

Pleased at the effect she was having on her son, but still embarrassed, Julie blushed and smiled demurely. Looking down, she clasped her hands together and whispered, "What are you looking at?"

As if in a trance, Kyle replied, "You. You're so beautiful, mom."

The tinge in Julie's face turned even redder. She slowly looked up, only to find her son still staring, slack-jawed. The man who had led her up the stairs was gone – the awestruck, nervous boy in front of her was definitely her son. She chuckled humbly, "You're just being nice, honey. I'm too old – I can't possibly hold a candle to those teen girls at your school."

Almost indignant, the boy blurted out, "You're wrong! You're way sexier than those skinny girls! Even Susie..." Kyle stopped, realizing what he was about to say. He almost admitted that he preferred his mother's body to his girlfriend's. Pangs of guilt overtook him as he hung his head in shame.

Although greatly pleased, Julie felt bad for the well-meaning kid and stepped forward to comfort him. She lifted his chin and looked into his eyes, "Thank you, sweetheart. I understand what you're trying to say – don't feel bad. I know you mean well."

Reluctantly, the loving mother decided to refocus on Suzie to make her son feel better, "In fact, speaking of Suzie, you should learn how to unhook a bra. Try... me."

As Julie stepped closer, Kyle nervously wrapped his arms around her, feeling for the piece of metal. At this distance, her aroma, a tantalizing mix of sweat, womanhood, and perfume, drove steel into the throbbing penis only inches away from the object of its desire. When he found the clasp, the teen closed his eyes to better visualize the task at hand, and to keep from staring at the fantastic tits so close to him. While she waited for him to succeed, Julie gawked at his broad babymaker, its rhythmic bobbing a promise of youthful vigor.

"There!", Kyle exclaimed happily at his success. With Julie's help, he slowly removed the straps from her shoulders, and removed the garment.

Somewhat embarrassed but proud, Julie smiled at her son, "Good job, dear!"

Kyle, however, was busy staring at the three-inch-wide, pink areolae that capped two beautiful mammaries worthy of a fertility goddess. He struggled with an inexplicable urge to suck on them.

Julie giggled at his reaction, "That's right buster. You're not the only... big one... in this family. Ok, let's clean up before your father gets home."

Somewhat surprised at his mother's prurient comment, Kyle watched as the middle-aged Venus in front of him, turned around, and quickly shucked her panties. His eyes grew wide as her heart-shaped, alabaster ass sashayed into the shower. Hearing the water turn on, the teen followed wordlessly, his stiff appendage a divining rod, and closed the glass shower door.

In the small enclosure, the two Eldridges stood but a foot apart. Julie faced the shower, closing her eyes, and applied soap all over her body, the white bar leaving a trail of bubbles on her wet, shiny skin. Kyle watched as the water dissolved the mascara around her eyes before it ran down her high cheekbones and plump, crimson lips. It continued its journey down the tendons of her neck, over her prominent collarbone, and through the fertile valley between her breasts, its various tributaries rolling off her vast, sloping mounds. He realized just how uncommonly beautiful his mother was, and he felt like he was about to pass out from his increasingly voluminous erection.

"Your turn," Julie opened her eyes and handed him the soap. Still staring at her body, he began his application, the bar of soap highlighting the islands of muscle that made up his 8-pack. He moaned as the bar glanced his genitals; Julie gawked at the aroused phallus, brick hard and bobbing, and felt that familiar desire to be filled again. God, were all teenage boys this irresistible?

"Does ... does it hurt?" she inquired, quietly, noting the dark purple color of the fat glans.

From the way she gawked at his crotch, Kyle knew exactly what his mother was asking: "Uh... it's not painful, but it'd be nice to... well, you know. I've been practicing those exercises like you taught me... guess they're maybe too effective."

So, he had been practicing, and the results showed. Yesterday, he had exploded in her hands within seconds – today he had survived a long session of desperate frottage. She wondered if she could chart his progress, morbidly remembering the pleasure she had felt recording his height or his improving grades. The powerful combination of curiosity, nostalgia, and arousal brought a naughty idea to her mind.

"Yeah? Well it's time for a pop quiz. Show me what you've learned, my pupil," she smiled, devilishly. She grabbed the soap. 

Kyle's heart began accelerating at the unprecedented and highly sexy look his mother had just shot him. He watched in silence as she lathered her hands, stepped forward, and wrapped her left hand around his pulsating shaft. The shiny knob produced a considerable amount of lubricant, imploring her to begin. 

Kyle groaned, "Ohhh godd... b-but what about d-dad com- coming home early?"

The housewife realized that in her lust, she had completely forgotten about her husband's impending arrival. She found herself strangely unaffected and smiled at him, stroking his chest with her free hand, in reassurance, "Don't worry, baby... like you said, we'll stop as soon as we hear the garage door."

Her hand began administering the test, wiping away all of his reservations. For the next five minutes, Julie slowly worked her fist up and down the monstrous appendage, making sure to stimulate every sensitive inch. She was surprised to find that the same boy that had exploded in her hand within seconds the previous night was, despite his very arousing vocalizations, in total control.

"Wow, honey... you really have improved."

Lost in the pleasure of his very first hand job, 

Kyle managed to mutter, "Thanks, mom."

"However, we have to get you read for the real thing. Usually, you'll be doing most of the work, but even if you're not driving the action, you need to meet your partner's strokes. Thrust into my hand," Julie commanded.




Crash Course Sex: Lesson 02



Letting his nature guide him, Kyle abided and began rocking his hips to his mother's rhythm. Instantly, the sensations intensified and the boy quickly approached his limit. Within a minute, he panted, "I have to stop. . . it feels too good".

"I know it does, sweetie, but you can't stop during the real thing," she cooed.

"But it feels too good... I'm gonna cum if this keeps up. What do I do, mom?" he groaned.

Thinking back to her friend's advice for a moment, Julie counseled him, "Ok, Mrs. Brooks once told me about this one Tantric technique. Basically, you change up your thrusting depth and speed, alternating between short, fast motions and deep, slow ones. Also, breathe slowly and regularly."

The boy sighed, "Ok... I'll try."

Julie watched in fascination as the boy began putting his lesson to practice, pulling back until only the head peeked out from her fist. After ten or so small strokes, he switched to a few medium strokes, right before pulling back to his initial depth. Once in a while, the gifted teen would thrust forward until her hand was at his pubis; gawking at the ludicrous length of cock that remained uncovered above her fist, Julie shuddered as she wondered how deep he would have been inside her with such a thrust.

Kyle found that while his control was significantly improved thanks to his newfound techniques, fighting the sensations from his mother's efforts, combined with the ludicrously arousing sight before him, was still quite the challenge. When he looked down, he saw a small, white, female hand with long, red nails slowly stroke a massive, dark scimitar of flesh it couldn't hope to encircle. He realized that the delectable sensation along the side of his penis was from his mother's wedding ring, and he groaned from the pleasure and symbolic taboo. The teen closed his eyes, attempting to lessen the sensory overload.

When she realized what he was doing, Julie reprimanded him, "No cheating, mister. Look at me." 

Kyle opened his eyes to find Julie studying his face expectantly. With the water matting her hair and her cheeks slightly flushed, she looked more beautiful than ever. The teen tried to shake off the confusing feelings that were threatening to overwhelm him, and he tried to remember that he was doing this for his girlfriend. He steeled himself and tried to resist the goddess that stood before him.

After ten minutes, Julie was surprised the find that the boy was still in control; he hadn't even come close once. The kid was a fast learner – hell, he could already outlast her husband: "Wow, you're doing really well honey."

"Tha-thanks, mom," the boy sighed, trying to focus on his breathing.

Julie realized that she needed to up the ante. Already late, Mike would be home any moment, and the boy clearly needed a challenge.

"Let's trying something new," she announced.

Kyle watched as she scooted closer and pivoted his rigid love muscle until it kissed her stomach – mother and son both moaned as the fat, purple glans drooled warm lubricant on her soft, cool belly. At this distance, Julie's pillowy breasts squashed against his firm chest and her breath was warm against his neck. She began stroking anew, this time using her stomach to stimulate the head and her right hand to gently massage his scrotum. To really drive the boy over the edge, she began slowly kissing and nuzzling his neck.

The teen's strategy, regular breathing and all, went out the window. His previously rhythmic thrusts became more vigorous and erratic, and he whined, "Ohhhh godd mom... tha- that's... not... fair."

Julie giggled: "The real thing is even more intense than this, goofball. Just try your best. Maintain your rhythm." 

Although nearly delirious from the incredible sensations that saturated his lower body, the resolute teen disciplined his thrusts and did his best to hold on. The pleasurable handjob went on for more than ten agonizing minutes, with Julie's firm grip, steady pace, and wet kisses offering no quarter. The glans gurgled its warm, clear fluid continuously, soon coating her abdomen with a sticky sheen.

Watching a handsome, hung stud display his stamina, his moans and tense abdominals a sign of his distress, was taking also taking its toll on the housewife: her pussy was on fire. Without much thought, she hooked Kyle's hand between her legs, and the boy willingly began brushing the hot, gushing cleft. As the friction soothed her itch, she looked at Kyle with desperation, and in a cute, shaky voice, whimpered, "Sweetie... you're making mo- mommy feel really really go- good."

That did it. The boy yelled, "I can't hold it any longer!"

Julie stopped stroking and looked her boy straight in the eye, "Yes, you can baby. Do it for me." 

Semen rushed up Kyle's fuck-tube, and the boy had to put in every last ounce of will to squeeze off the rising cum blast. He grunted loudly and gritted his teeth as his cock jumped and ballooned, but a few seconds later, the tension defused as only a dollop of clear pre-cum spurted out and coated Julie's hand. Panting, the boy exclaimed triumphantly, "I did it!"

In total admiration, the 38-year old gazed at the boy like a love-struck girl. Beaming, she stroked his cheek, and whispered, "My handsome champion. I knew you could do it."

Kyle found the strange way his mother looked at him quite exciting, "I couldn't have done it without you... uh, mom... can we... kiss again?"

Julie smiled at how adorably guilty he looked, "You don't ask girls out loud, dummy. You lean in when the moment is right and see what happens."

Although unsure, the boy closed his eyes and leaned in, only to find that his mother responded voraciously. Julie moaned into the deep, passionate kiss and resumed stroking the still-throbbing pole in her hand. Kyle resumed thrusting and tried to maintain control, but the situation was too intimate. 

He broke the kiss, "I don't think I can control myself if we kiss, mom."

Delirious with lust, Julie threw caution to the wind, "It... it doesn't matter. You've worked so hard, so now just let go. We'll work on it later."

She desperately resumed the kiss and began grinding against the boy's hand. Kyle reciprocated with his own hand, darting his tongue into her mouth as he began rubbing her mons. All pretense of training forgotten, the Eldridges became lost in their lust as their foreplay grew more frantic, a son's groans and a mother's muffled cries punctuating the ambient noise of running water.

Suddenly, a loud, mechanical rumble of an opening garage door pervaded the bathroom. Julie broke their kiss and panted, "Ba- baby... your... dad's home. We... we need... to stop." Her hand, however, didn't miss a beat, going from the base to the tip without pause.

Kyle quietly pushed her against the wall of the shower, and kissed her, thrusting and caressing more furiously than ever before. He grunted, "I don't care. I'm going to come soon, mom."

Julie acquiesced, using her free hand to press his face into hers. She moaned, "M-Me too b-baby!"

Just as the garage door roared shut, both mother and son reached their mutual climax. The kiss fortunately muffled their vehement screams, as their wet, slippery bodies spasmed uncontrollably. Kyle released rope after rope of thick, potent semen over his mother's stomach, breasts, and face, as Julie gushed warm liquid all over her son's hand.

As soon as Kyle regained mental and motor control, it dawned on him that his father was likely already in the house. The mask of terror on his panting mother's face was a sign that she realized the same. Resolute, the boy gave her a quick kiss, and bolted for his room as quickly as possible, grabbing a towel on the way.

Julie prayed that the boy would make it to his room without meeting his father. Yet even amidst the fear of being caught in a marriage-ending sin, she smiled at the recent memory of the well-endowed, muscular teen that had brought her to new heights. While she definitely intended to continue administering her crash course, the housewife resolved to steal her son away from Susie Grey. Kyle Eldridge was hers and hers alone!



Crash Course Sex: Lesson 03



As he closed the front door behind him, Mike Eldridge didn't experience the usual flood of relief at the familiar sight of home. 

It was probably due to his wife's strange behavior the past day or so. A devotee to routine, Mike grew concerned when he felt Julie crawl into bed at two in the morning. Sure, the couple retired to bed together less and less often as Mike's libido waned, but he'd never known his wife to be such a late sleeper. What had she been up to for two hours? 

The next morning only made it worse. He woke up to an uncharacteristically empty bed and arrived downstairs to a wife quietly eating her toast. Where was his wife's loving "good morning, honey", embrace, and signature maple-syrup-smiley-face on his pancakes? Furthermore, Kyle was missing, and when it came to Julie's delicious breakfasts, the boy was never late. She dismissed his concerns nonchalantly, but her forced smile and clear signs of moonlighting indicated otherwise.

Was she cross with him? He couldn't remember any arguments or fights that'd have been the cause.

His coworkers placed an even more horrifying thought into his head – Gary Vollar from sales even joked that "a looker like Julie" might be "hiking the Appalachians", an innuendo that received raucous laughter from the other men at the water cooler. Mike reminded himself that Gary was an asshole, and tried to brush off any suspicions of possible infidelity. It was harder to brush off the knowing smiles and silent laughter of the older married women at the office. Before long, his mind was awash with confusing questions that distracted him the entire day. 

Had he missed something? Yes, a decade of marriage hadn't resulted in the most passionate of relationships, but things had largely been the same for years. Why now? Did she meet somebody? Wait, what did she do at home when he was at work? He did once catch her eyeing the Cleaver boy one day when he was over visiting Kyle. Ugh, the boy was just a teenager, Julie would never...

So his mind raced to find an answer, even as he ascended the staircase in his very home. When he reached the second floor, he found the door to the bathroom slightly ajar. He walked in to find his wife in the shower stall. Even behind the cover of a steamy glass door, Julie's figure was unmistakable – while he'd always preferred his women thin, he had to admit that most men at his age would consider themselves very lucky to have the voluptuous, plump beauty before him. Unfortunately, he wasn't often able to show his appreciation - age and a sedentary life had done a number on his potency. However, he had never considered that a problem before; after all, from what he'd heard, women her age had no sexual desire either.

For the first time in his life, he began to question that gospel.

Well, if passion is what she wanted, passion is what she'd get. Determined to bring some spice back into their marriage, he quietly stripped naked and decided to surprise her in the shower.

"Mike! What are you doing?!" Julie gasped, as her husband entered the stall unannounced.

"It has been a while since we've... and I just wanted to surprise you baby."

The flabby, middle-aged protoplasm before her was not an appealing sight after the sinewy, youthful physique that had left her presence only a minute ago. Still, Julie was pleased at her husband's efforts, and she was relieved to find a diversion from her recent desires. After all, she loved the man, and perhaps she'd refrain from her sinful behavior if she was well-tended. She embraced him tightly and kissed him passionately.

"Ooh, yes baby, I've needed this for so long."

She began to initiate foreplay when Mike quickly penetrated her and began thrusting. Although disappointed, Julie was still wetter than ever before from her previous encounter – Mike incorrectly assumed that his improvised gesture was to blame.

"Wow you're so wet. I knew you'd love it."

Julie played her role, "Oh yeah baby, it's great." She wasn't even sure if he was hard.

Mike humped faster and tweaked her nipples, panting, "How's about that babe? Feels amazing right?"

Although she felt nothing down there and now her nipples hurt, Julie tried to be supportive, moaning, "Oh yeah, Mike! That feels great!"

Within a few minutes, Mike hiccupped, "Baby... I'm about to come... let's come together!"

Just as her husband roared his finish, Julie, nowhere close to a climax, summoned all of her love for her husband and yelled, "I'm coming, Mike!"

Mike spurt a few drops and withdrew, panting. Pleased that he had satisfied his wife, he smirked, "Still got it, huh, babe?"

Somehow suppressing her abject disappointment, Julie managed to smile, "Yeah hon – you were great."

Mike dried himself off and stepped out of the shower, "I'm gonna get some work done before dinner. I love you!"

"Me too," Julie replied, now more unsure than ever if that was true.





Three hours later, Mike snorted with laughter as Moe hit Curly on the head with a wrench. Julie's eyes were fixated on the television, but her mind was upstairs, with the teenage hunk that was eager to please. As another episode started, she realized she couldn't take anymore.

She removed her husband's arm from around her and began heading upstairs.

"Where are you going? We love the Stooges!"

"Sorry, babe – Kyle said he wanted to see me after dinner. I'll see you later."

She quietly walked up the stairs to his door and heard the dulcet tones of a rock ballad. By force of habit, Julie went to knock, when suddenly, she fondly remembered the wonderful results of her previous intrusion. Biting her lip, she quietly undid the locked door with a push-button key, opened the door, and peered in. She wasn't disappointed.

Kyle was on the bed, his knees making deep dents in the sheets. His bare, sweaty back was at an angle to the door, so that Julie could see much of his side profile. The muscles in his ass tensed and relaxed as he thrust his erection in and out of both hands with a furious tempo that put a warm tingle in Julie's womb. The boy was engrossed in some deep fantasy, his eyes squeezed shut and his lips periodically moaning Suzie's name.

Now jealous, but still hypnotized by the purple plum that shuttled in and out of her boy's hands, Julie semiconsciously locked the door behind her and slipped out of her robe, until only her baby blue nightie remained. She tiptoed to the bed right behind her son and slowly clamped one of her hands over his mouth.

"Mmph!" Kyle gasped.

"Shhhh... it's me baby," Julie whispered, her warm breath in his ear.

"Mom?! What are you doing?!"

Julie climbed on to the bed and nestled up to him, her big mommy breasts squashed up against his back, "I wanted to surprise you honey like you did this afternoon." She grasped his cock with one hand, and began stroking his muscled pectorals with the other, "It's time for another stamina pop quiz sweetheart. Make me proud!"

Groaning, Kyle resumed thrusting, "O-ok."

Filled by a mix of pride, awe, and lust, Julie watched as the fruit of her loins demonstrated his mastery of the lessons thus far: deep breathing, varying stroke depth, and kegels kept the boy in check for what seemed like an eternity. Although her incessant kisses, licks, teases, and whispers of sweet nothings coaxed moans, groans, and a river of precum from the teen, he managed to abstain from climax. Barely encircling the impressive girth of the shaft, her tiny fist ached as it struggled to contain the boy's powerful, unrelenting passion. 

Thirty minutes later, hand cramping, womb tingling, and pussy dripping, Julie bid the boy, who showed no signs of climax, to pause. Kissing him on the cheek, she evaluated him, "Wow sweetie, you just passed with flying colors - at this rate you might even wear Susie out."

Kyle proudly grinned at the thought of impressing his girlfriend. He panted, trying to catch his breath, "Th- thanks mom. I think I'm going to need new sheets though."

Julie noticed the large, wet patch of pre-cum just at the end of his throbbing erection. She giggled, "Yeah, though you're not the only one to blame."

Kyle turned around to find an equivalent wet patch clearly derived from between his mother's legs. He swelled with pride at having effected the reaction, "Wow..."

Julie smiled coyly, "If you like that, you're gonna love your next lesson. Do you know what cunnilingus is?"

Kyle swallowed hard and nodded, thankful for having picked up the word in health class. He watched as Julie crawled to the head of the bed, her pale, heart-shaped ass causing his balls to ache, and assumed supine position, resting her head on his pillow. The boy's heart leapt as his mother smiled devilishly and made a "come hither" signal with her index finger.

"Take off my panties," she instructed.

Kyle spread the short hem of the baby-doll back, revealing the waistline of the underwear. He hooked his finger underneath the sodden black garment when Julie stopped him.

"Try using your mouth – it's... sexier," she whispered, blushing.

Happily, the boy replaced his fingers with his lips, his head reeling from the musky aroma of his mother's arousal. As he pulled downwards, his eyes received a tantalizing tour through a lush forest of prickly, brown hair, a large mound with a hidden cleft, and a stretch of soft, alabaster thighs. His fingers finished the rest of the job, as his face had no intention of leaving behind the precious pussy before him.

Julie smiled as she watched her son spread her legs, his eyes fixated on her puffy mons and the pink, moist treasure between. The boy looked overwhelmed.

"Don't be nervous. Let's see how good our public schools are - tell me what you know." 

Kyle stammered, "Uh th-that's a vagina, and uh that thing on top is the clitoris. You lick the clit and make the girl feel good."

Julie laughed and rubbed his head, "That's a bit oversimplified, but it's not a bad start, Romeo– you just need some refinement. First of all, you need to get the girl aroused – lots of touching and kissing before they're wet and ready to go."

In her head, she added, "Then again, if you're as good-looking and well-built as you, and have a cock the size of an air-freshener can, you'll have most women, even a grown one like me, dripping like faucets before you lay a hand on them."

Kyle instinctively understood on some level that, while he'd love to, he could probably skip this step with his mother right now.

Julie continued, "Once she's ready, you can start touching down there. However, you've gotta know that women are really sensitive down there – certainly, someone inexperienced like Susie will be in for a shock if you just go for it. You should think of the clit like your penis – instead of touching it directly, try to stroke it indirectly. Try this." 

She grasped his hand and placed it over her mound, prompting him to lightly pinch it. Catching on, the boy began stroking as instructed, using her entire mound as a sheath. He knew he hit paydirt soon.

"Oooooh y-yeah. G-god you're a f-fast learner. S-stop for just a sec, hon."

Reluctantly, he paused. Julie sighed, "Wow – don't worry sweetie, I won't be able to stop you if you keep going like this. Now, I want you to apply that same principle with your mouth. Make a face like you've bitten into a juicy fruit, put it where your hand was, and then suck."

Although puzzled by her strange instructions, the good boy did as instructed. He began with an improvised series of kisses on her inner thigh, followed by a lick of her entire honeypot with the flat of his tongue – Julie shuddered in approval. A delicious, sour flavor permeating his mouth, the boy assumed the desired shape and he began sucking.

"J-jeeesus Christ, sweetheart. Y-you get an A... plus!" Julie squealed as she involuntarily grasped fistfuls of his hair.

Kyle's mouth somehow managed to maintain its firm grasp on its victim despite Julie's rambunctious squirming and bucking "Oh goooooood – baby! I'm going to lo-lose my mind," the housewife sobbed, lost in the pleasures of oral sex for the first time in her life. 

Suddenly, Kyle remembered reading about the legendary "G-spot" and decided he'd give his teacher an impromptu surprise. His mouth unrelenting in its assault, Kyle easily pushed two fingers into the gushing quim. He tilted them upwards and began stroking a somewhat rough area. 

His gambit paid off. Julie had just enough time to clamp a pillow over mouth before the scream ripped out of her throat. "MMMPHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"

A born natural, the teen maintained his mouth and fingers at the status quo. He watched his amazement as the beautiful woman before him grunted, bucked, and wept as invisible waves of pleasure racked her body. The rush he felt from reducing his proud mother into the sweaty, panting, naked nymph before him with his mouth alone ensured that the teen would be a lifetime aficionado of pussy-eating. 

Julie's eyes had popped open the second her son put his fingers inside her, but she only saw big pink hearts. Her fingers maintained a deathgrip on Kyle's hair – he would be a little sore for the next few days, but it was the least of his concerns. After nearly five minutes of writhing, she tried to speak, but could only produce hoarse whimpers amongst her frantic panting.

Her boy broke the silence. He moved up her body until his face was aligned with hers. Brushing the sweat-matted hair out of her face and wiping away her tears, he whispered, "Are you ok, mom?"

Overcome with joy, lust, relief, and confusion, Julie wordlessly pressed her lips to her son's, tasting herself within him. No longer a tyro, he responded appropriately, darting his tongue in her mouth when the time was right. His body dropped onto hers, his hard chest flat against her large mommy tits and his thick, swollen spike boring into her soft belly. Julie ran one of her hands through her lover's hair while the nails of the other dug into his hard ass, pressing him against her. Mother and son humped and writhed on the bed, their passions building.

Despite, or perhaps because of, the greatest orgasm in her life, Julie was hornier than ever. With a surprising strength, she rolled their entwined bodies over until she was firmly on top. Aligning her dripping pussy lips with her son's monstrous erection, Julie began sliding back and forth, using her locked arms on Kyle's firm chest to pivot. 

As her braless breasts bounced, they soon became unfettered from the confines of the loose nightgown. Taught by his mother to always answer when opportunity knocked, Kyle began suckling, further intensifying Julie's desire. From the look his mother's face and her frantic hotdogging, the boy knew that he was about to get laid.

Suddenly, there was a sharp rap on the door. "Julie? Kyle? You guys in there?"

Kyle's bed rocked as Julie's plump buttocks bounced on his cock. When she paused and turned her head to the door, her nipple popped out of Kyle's mouth.

"W-we're here. I-I'm just h-helping Kyle with his homework." She said, trying to control her panting.

Kyle felt a warm gush of fluids coat his genitals – it seemed that his mother was aroused by danger. Smiling, he began thrusting again, "Yeah dad – mom's helping me with a really HARD problem."

Julie brief ire at her son's immaturity was swept away by a bolt of sensation from her clit. Her eyes fluttered and she whispered, "Y-you're rotten."

Loving his current power over both of his parents, Kyle grinned and resumed suckling.

Mike felt like his wife and son were hiding something, but he was too tired to investigate. "Good – well, I'm going to hit the sack."

No response. Mike couldn't hear anything above rock music emanating from the room.

"Julie? You'll join me later?"

Mind benumbed by the delectable friction from the rigid pole stroking her clitoris, only a sense of self-preservation forced Julie respond, perhaps too loudly, "YES!"

Mike interpreted Julie's outburst as annoyance and wordlessly walked away. 

Despite the protest of the long-neglected pleasure centers of her brain, self-preservation snapped Julie back to reality; her weak excuse had dismissed her husband for now, but she couldn't dawdle. Resolute, she stopped grinding and quickly rolled off the bed, dislodging the ravenous teen at her breast.

Kyle's hand quickly grasped his mother's wrist. "Don't go."

Julie turned around to respond to her son. She wished she hadn't. The faint light from the desk lamp silhouetted the sweaty, muscle-bound teen in all his glory, the shadows highlighting his well-defined arms, stomach, and chest. His massive penis acted like an obscene sundial – its significant volume projecting a cartoonish shadow. Using every fiber of her free will, Julie slipped through his grasp, re-robed, and began walking to the door, muttering, "Baby, I have to go – your father is expecting me."

With impressive agility, the boy quickly jumped to the door, barring his mother's egress. The boy stared at her hungrily, his nostrils flared and muscles tense. His penis was larger and redder than ever before; it throbbed angrily, as if demanding release after more than an hour of arousal. He stepped forward, towering over her, and looked down into her eyes. Julie felt her stomach turn from a mix of fear and excitement as he pushed the robe off her shoulders, causing it to pool on the floor.

"I need relief," the boy demanded in the voice that had sent chills up her spine earlier that afternoon. Just like before, compelled to obey, she found herself involuntarily sinking to her knees, and before long, the recent object of her obsession throbbed impatiently before her.

"Ok, but we have to be quick about it – don't try to hold back, now."

Kyle groaned and closed his eyes as his mother furiously began stroking his cock with both of her tiny hands. Entranced by the undulating tits he had nursed not five minutes ago, the boy began thrusting in rhythm.

Ten lust-filled minutes passed before Julie realized her pupil showed no signs of climaxing.

"Kyle, honey, are you almost there yet?"

"Sorry mom... it feels really good, but I can't help it. Guess you're too good of a teacher."

Julie smiled, "I'm proud of you sweetie, but your father's gonna start wondering what's going on. I think we're gonna have to try something else."

Before Kyle understood what Julie meant, she gave the massive glans a gentle, loving close-lipped kiss. Immediately, the boy moaned as a glob of precum squirted from his urethra and a frisson of pleasure shot through his body.

"Time for your first blowjob, sweetheart."

Julie swallowed the salty and savory bolus of precum, enjoying the look of startled joy in her son's wide eyes. She then slowly dragged her broad tongue through the underside of the massive shaft, the texture of velvety skin transitioning into the slimy head as she finished at the tip. Opening her mouth wide, she was able to take in a few inches, and began pleasuring the underside of the glans with her tongue. While she had practiced on rubber dildos under Leslie's tutelage, nothing could have prepared for the massive size, velvet hardness, and musky taste of her son's tool; her cleft began gushing and she couldn't help but begin frigging her clit with one of her hands.

Kyle climax was nearly imminent. However, with a newfound challenge at hand, he began applying the lessons from his stamina training. Despite his diligent practice, the task was nearly impossible.

As her warm mouth diligently pampered her son's pole, the housewife felt his fingers gently digging through her hair. Meanwhile, her own fingers gently stroked his stomach, tracing the contours of his well-defined abdomen. She intermittently licked the shaft, placing loving kisses punctuated by concerned inquiry, "Mmmm... (smooch) ... does that ... (smooch) ... feel good... (smooch) ...honey?"




Crash Course Sex: Lesson 03



"Oh g-god, yess mom...", Julie's motherly concern only brought Kyle closer to orgasm. He gritted his teeth and looked away from the arousing sight below.

"Sweetie, I know you're trying to hold back, and I'm proud of you for doing such a good job. But we don't have much time, so I want you to let go," Julie softly reassured him before putting him back into her mouth.

Reluctantly, Kyle began to consent. However, by the time he looked down at his mother's face, her luscious lips stretched around his thick shaft and her gorgeous upward-looking blue eyes large with concern, he didn't really have a choice in the matter.

Except the hand on her head curling into a fistful of hair, Julie received no warning before her son's hips began bucking, somehow lodging the monstrous penis into her throat, bringing tears to her eyes. Once again, she silently thanked Leslie Brooks - if her friend hadn't made her practice deepthroating with her dildos, she'd have gagged for sure.

"AUGGGHHH I'M CUMMING, MOM!" the boy roared the arrival of the most intense orgasm of his life.

Even foreknowledge of his voluminous ejaculations didn't prepare Julie for the massive, endless first rope of semen that flew into her throat. Swallowing to the best of her ability, she somehow managed to accommodate the wad, but the second burst overcame her capacity, causing semen to languidly overflow out of her mouth onto her breasts, soaking the nightgown. 

His hips mindlessly bucking, the boy grunted for the next minute as he felt his life essence shoot out of his urethra. Soon, his emissions petered down to a weak stream and his vocalizations became enervated whimpers. His mother patiently endured his ministrations, her gentle caresses of his abdomen and testicles milking out as much baby batter as possible.

As his orgasm ended, Kyle's knees buckled and he plopped down on his bed. He managed to tilt his head up to find his matron still attached to his cock, her voluptuous body shiny with his cum. As he gratefully ran his fingers through her hair, Julie cleaned up the remaining jism and suffixed her affections with a close-lipped kiss on the still-engorged mushroom tip.

She moved up until she lay atop him face-to-face, his arms around her. She whispered, "Was that good, sweetie?"

Unable to catch his breath, the boy nodded furiously. He relished the feeling of her warm, soft body atop his, their close embrace thoroughly lubricated by what seemed like a gallon of his own genetic material.

Julie smiled, "I'll take that as a yes. I'm sorry darling, but I have to go... your dad's probably already wondering what's taking so long and now I really, really need a shower."

Kyle panted, "Me too. And so does the floor probably." He gestured to the large pool of fluid by the door.

"Your mom has cleaned up worse, buster." 

As Julie looked at the square-jawed Adonis below her and felt his still erect member prodding her navel, her mind couldn't help but draw a contrast between the past hour and the pathetic liaison she'd endured with her husband earlier. Almost unintentionally, she blurted out, "I love you baby. You're... so perfect."

"I love you too, mom," Kyle whispered, brushing the hair out of her blue eyes. While he'd said those words to her before, they started taking on a different meaning – he had to remind himself about Suzie to stay in check.

Julie quickly kissed him one last time before running out with the soiled remnants of the night and throwing them into the washer. As the water cleansed away the physical evidence, she realized the abstract mark of their rendezvous was here to stay – she was romantically enamored with her son. In the shower, after she brought herself to another amazing orgasm that had been building since her last, she acknowledged that her husband would never satisfy her ever again. As she quietly lay down beside the man, she knew that she still loved him, but her newfound standard for ecstasy suffocated what little guilt she had remaining. Frankly, she had needs that he wouldn't, and more tragically, couldn't, fulfill.

As she closed her eyes, she heard the shower turn on. Imagining the warm water running down her teenage son's chiseled body, she fell asleep smiling, satisfied with her plan on how to deliver her final lesson tomorrow.



Crash Course Sex: Lesson 04



"Hello?"

"Kyle? Are you feeling ok? I heard that you had to leave school?"

"Oh... uh yeah, I've been feeling a little under the weather lately, so uh my mom scheduled a doctor's appointment."

"Aww I'm sorry babe... I'm really missing you at lunch today."

"Oh uh thanks... yeah me too babe."

"Well, you better be up and running by Saturday, cause (whisper) I want you so bad baby. Can't wait for you to fuck my brains out."

"I- I'm excited too... listen, Susie, I gotta go. My mom's calling."

"Ugh, I swear she's going to smother you to death one of these days. Anyway, get better, ok? I love you!"

"Thanks... me too. I'll see ya later."

Snapping the phone shut, Kyle Eldridge sighed away the cocktail of confusing emotions that stirred in his head – guilt for lying to his girlfriend, uncertainty about what he felt, and fear for the coming weekend. Soon, they were washed away by the comforting sound of a female voice softly humming a familiar tune.

Kyle smiled as he walked towards the unlatched door, his joy fueled by potent mix of nostalgia and excitement. He stuck his head inside the bathroom to find a wondrous sight.

Clad in red, lace lingerie, Julie Eldridge was combing her short brown hair in front of the mirror, her full, red lips pursed as she hummed contentedly. The silver cross around her neck gleamed from the bathroom light, slotting into the notch created by the taut muscles of her neck. Below, her large alabaster breasts fought to escape their tight, lace constraints, jutting over her soft, lax belly. Kyle drooled as his eyes traced the massive curve of her buttocks in this side profile.

Unfortunately, his mother grew wise to his voyeuristic escapade.

"Kyle! What are you doing? I told you to wait!" she exclaimed, her slight blush apparent under her ivory skin.

The boy walked up behind her, his head clearly above hers in the mirror. He placed his large hands on her soft shoulders, squeezing them gently. Slowly tracing his fingers down her arms, he wrapped his arms around her tight. Then, he buried his head into the nape of her neck to inhale deeply of a recognizable, cherished aroma.

"I couldn't wait anymore. When I heard you humming, it brought back a ton of memories and I really wanted to be with you. Sorry."

Julie smiled lovingly, touched by his tenderness, "Aww... I'm not mad silly... I'm just not ready."

"You look plenty ready to me... god, you look amazing, mom," the boy muttered as he nibbled on her ear.

The gentle pressure from his teeth on her ear felt incredible, and, combined with his appreciative words and ravenous look, made Julie wetter than she thought possible. The boy had learned how to push her buttons well. Her eyes rolled back as she reached behind her to stroke his hair.

"Ohhhh... sweetie. Thank you. I... mmmmm... Your first time should be special. Uhh... that feels good. I- I know it's weird for your first time to be with me, and I... ahhh... I wanted it to be perfect."

Kyle's heart melted at her concern for him, "It's already perfect. I wouldn't have picked anyone else. I'm already a little nervous, and I feel so comfortable with you. God... I love you mom."

"Awwww... I love you too honey," Julie's eyes welled up at his candor and his reinforced embrace. She tried to change the subject, "By the way... w-what did you mean by 'memories'?"

"All the times you'd sing to me when I was sad, or hurt, or sick," the boy chuckled, "Man there were so many times I'd fake being sick just so I could stay home and lay in your lap." 

"You never fooled me... but I could never say no to my baby. Besides, you probably learned more from me at home than any of your teachers."

"I know... my friends were always jealous that I had a cool mom that'd pull me out of school whenever I wanted," he said, planting a kiss on her neck.

"You mean like today?" Julie teased, with a smirk.

"Well, this time, it was your idea," Kyle retorted, nibbling on her other ear.

Julie groaned, "Yessss... well, we couldn't risk having your father in the house anymore... we were almost busted during the last two. I- I hope that's ok... I don't want to ruin your schoolwork."

"Of course it is," the boy affirmed while turning his mother around to face him.

"Besides, like you said... I always learned better from you," he whispered, before pressing his lips to hers.

Just as he had learned from his mother, Kyle maintained a passionate embrace with his partner as they slowly made their way towards the bed. During the short journey, the boy lost his shirt and shorts to Julie's frantic fingers, and they lay strewn across the motel floor. 

Before long, Julie's panties joined them as her son decided to show her just how much he had learned from their previous lesson.

"Ohhh...." the housewife moaned as a now capable teenage mouth consumed her pussy.

As the sweet juices filled his mouth and the sweeter cries filled his ears, Kyle tried to make sure that he wasn't dreaming. His hypnotized mind desperately combed through a slideshow of events in reverse order, as if browsing through a digital camera. 

The look in his mother's eyes when she said, "wait on the bed – I have a surprise for you." 

The knowing smile of the middle-aged woman at the motel counter when she asked for a "do-not-disturb" sign. 

"R-right there!" Julie gasped.

The ride to the motel where long, French-tipped nails relentlessly teased his weeping erection through his pants. 

The sight of his mother standing next to the minivan at the school drop-off wearing a tight, light-blue sweater. 

"Faster s-sweetie... faster..."

The clock ticking away in slow motion before his teacher finally excused him. 

The conversation with his father at the breakfast table rendered incomprehensible by the dainty feet rubbing his crotch. 

"Almost there! Ahhh!" 

The rays of the rising sun illuminating his room as his mother disclosed her plans for the day in between mouthfuls of his cock.

Just as he relived waking up to his mother's smiling, pretty face, Julie reached her climax in the present. Coincidentally, she said the same thing in both situations.

"I LOVE YOUUUU!!!!!!!!"

The novice's trip down memory lane reached its stop as his mentor flooded his mouth with her honey, screaming her way through the first of her many orgasms of the day. 

Kyle had very little time to ruminate, however. Within minutes, the boy was lost groaning in pleasure, his knees buried in the soft fabric of the undone baby doll strewn on the bed on either side of Julie's torso, his glans penis buried in the warm folds of Julie's throat, and his shaft buried in soft crevices of Julie's breasts . The remnant base was attended to by Julie's left hand, the ring on its fourth finger producing one of the boy's favorite sensations.

"G-gah... mom..."

"Mmmhmmm," the loving mother cooed, stroking her offspring's musclebound thigh with her right hand as she pampered his phallus with her mouth and breasts.

Julie pressed together her teats together to direct Kyle's thrusts, her eyes fixed on his mercilessly thick erection. She admired the white background and engorged blue veins of the shaft, the pattern similar to that of her own, pale breasts: truly, they were cut from the same DNA. The dark reminder, mixed with the salty, musky precum flooding her mouth and the demands on her breathing placed by her son's endowment, made the housewife's head swim.

When the boy withdrew, leaving her gasping, she planted a tender kiss on the purple head, her love coaxing even more precum, "My *gasp* sweet baby *huff* boy... you've grown *huff* sooo much. I'm so proud."

"Thanks *huff*I've always w-wanted to make you *huff* p-proud, mom."

Julie's eyes welled up with tears and she embarrassedly covered her face with her hands.

Kyle stopped thrusting, disengaging his pre-ejaculate and saliva-covered penis from her breasts, and brought his face to hers, wiping away her tears and softly kissing her cheek, "Are you ok?"

"Y-you're just... you've always... you've always been such a good boy," the loving mother whispered, stroking his face.

"It's always been easy. I love you so much and I wanna see you happy," the teen sheepishly confessed. 

Julie couldn't take it anymore. Without a word, she pushed her son back and rolled on top of him, kissing him deeply. While she consumed the teen's lips, she blindly reached over to the bedside drawer and fished out a large, square package from a black box. Breathlessly withdrawing from the kiss, she sat back until her new favorite cock pulsed in front of her own throbbing, dripping genitals. She tore the package open with her teeth to reveal a ring of black rubber and expertly administered the contraceptive. 

The taut rubber and his mother's small hands tortured his overstimulated member, "Ahh... it's tight."

Mouth watering, Julie released his manhood and reassured him, "It's the largest size you had left sweetie. Besides, this is good."

"How? I won't be able to last!"

She hypnotically traced the linear crevices amongst his washboard abs with her fingers, "Exactly. It'll be good practice for the real thing. Besides... you'll feel everything."

The inexperienced teen shivered at his mother's recondite expression and her stress on the last word, "Y- yeah?"

"Yeah... like this."

Julie advanced her hips, pushing Kyle's cock back onto his stomach, until her warm, dripping honeypot glided over the underside of his phallus.

Both mother and son groaned as both made prohibited contact for the first time. His eyes affixed to the beautiful, swinging udders in front of him, Kyle grasped the sheet, fighting the overpowering urge to ejaculate.

"S-see what I... ohhh... m-mean?" Julie choked out as her labia involuntarily glided back and forth on her boy, seeking relief but only deepening their desire.

"Oh y-yeah... g-god... mooooom, I'm gonna..." 

Despite Julie's every carnal instinct begging otherwise, the teacher within her immediately severed their beatific junction, and sternly calmed her student, "No! Baby... breathe. Relax. Remember what I taught you in the shower. And don't you care close your eyes!"

The authoritarian tone awoke the boy's discipline, and the kegels he had learned stymied his climax, "Phew... ok I'm good."

As both she and her student regained their control, Julie realized that they were perfectly aligned for sex. All that stood between them and the ultimate taboo was her inevitably futile fight against gravity. A dollop of clear, thick fluid slowly dripped down from her pussy onto the rubber-coated obelisk – her womb drooled for invasion.

"You ready for your final lesson sweetheart?"

Eyes wide, the boy croaked, "Yes."

Placing her hands over her son's glistening, hard pectorals for support, Julie began impaling herself on the cock.

"Oh! Ahhh..." Julie yelped and gasped with surprise as the enormous glans split her quim open and sought its way inside.

"Mmmoommm..."

To keep from losing her mind, Julie attempted to maintain her position as teacher: "Ughhh... t-this position is... ah! called the c-cowgirl. It l-lets the gi- oof! girl control what s-she neeeeeeds argghh."

"Augh..." Kyle grunted, trying to focus his breathing instead of the red-faced female atop him gritting her teeth.

Although not even halfway in, Kyle's penis now touched virgin ground, and combined with the intense pressure inside her, the unprecedented sensation made Julie withdraw. Yet, as her hips reached the crest, the intense tingling in her womb caused her tremulous thighs to gave way, causing the flesh-drill to bore even deeper.

"Sooooo biiiiiggg..." the housewife moaned, her eyes rolling back into her head as the thick shaft stroked every sensitized nerve on its way up.

"Mooomm..." the boy groaned, the pleasure unhinging his conscious control as his penis drove upwards, desperate to reach its sacred destination.

The monstrous pole's sudden invasion popped open Julie's eyes and took her breath away, causing her to pull back again.

As the warm, wet flesh stroked the teen's overstimulated pole, Kyle began orgasming. His wilder nature overtook him completely as he grasped his mother's hips and pulled her back down to him completely. This time, however, the force was sufficient for the angry, bloated head to finally reach its intended destination – the womb whence it came.

"I'M COMING!" Julie screamed as a firework of pleasure exploded within her.

Kyle could only respond by arching his back, grunting incoherently, and seemingly emptying the entire content of his testes into the condom.

"HNGGGHH!!! AARRGHHH!!!"

All form and propriety forgotten, mother and child screamed and humped their way through the greatest orgasm of each other's lives. Their muscles spasmed, their grips hardened, their teeth gritted, and their tongues lolled as they endured the agony of unbearable ecstasy. 

After nearly two minutes of body-wracking waves of pleasure, Julie fell forward, disengaging from her lover's still hard spar. Through half-lidded eyes, she saw his laboring neck muscles, and even as she sought to catch her breath, began raining loving kisses over the sweaty column.

"Mmm... that *kiss* was *huff* amaaaaaazing."

Snapping out of his catatonia, the youth peered down to find the smiling, flushed face of his favorite parent. He reached down and ran his fingers through her damp hair as she resumed her osculations, moving down with each peck.

"Y-yeah... wowww... phewww."

Julie giggled at his virgin reaction, "You're so cute *kiss* I'm glad you liked it *kiss*"

"Yeah... I can't believe I completely lost control tho," the boy pouted.

"Aww... it's ok, baby. It's natural for your first time. Besides, you still managed to give your momma the best orgasm of her life."

"Really?!" the boy inquired excitedly.

"Absolutely," she replied, with no reservations. Unfortunately, she had now officiated the fact that her son's first had surpassed his father's lifetime performance, and the requisite guilt broke her post-coital idyll.

"... but that doesn't mean that we can get carried away! You need to focus on your breathing – I expect better next time," Julie muttered distractedly, ceasing her butterfly kisses and sitting up.

Although confused and hurt by his mother's sudden shift in tone, the prospect of reliving his life's greatest experience protected the boy's spirits. Besides, her goading challenge awoke the competitive anima within him, and his mood converted to one of grim determination.

"Sure."

Expertly, she quickly removed the used condom and disposed of it in the empty canister; within moments, she had another condom on her son. Yet, despite her matter of fact approach, Julie couldn't help but marvel with a pleasurable anticipation at her son's unyieldingly firm erection, and a bestial instinct at her son's astonishingly voluminous baby batter. 

"Uh... well... let's go again. This time, we'll do the missionary position. That's where the man is on top – it's the most common position, and uh... it's probably what Susie will expect." 

Julie rolled over on her back, motioning for him to climb atop her. Silently, the teen crawled in front of her until he was in front of her legs. Perhaps it was the anticipation for his coming test or a response to his mother's newfound severity, but Kyle now looked like the man Julie had glimpsed before their shower the previous day. Shiny with the sweat of his recent efforts, the boy's lean muscles were tense, rendering his broad shoulders into steel pauldrons, his sculpted arms into ornamented columns, his rigid torso into a terrifyingly sharp 'V', and his flat abdomen into an impenetrable wall. His brow was furrowed, his nostrils were flared, and his mouth was set in a determined line. As she additionally gawked at the malevolently enormous and pulsating shaft, Julie regressed into her teenage years, and felt like a tiny, nervous waif about to be put through the gauntlet by a monstrous, aggressive mustang. Her mind was awash with fear, anticipation, and excitement; her body responded by accelerating her heart, overruling her muscles, and sousing her cunt. 

Although her face was still molded in hard lines, Julie's eyes belied her subtle transformation, and despite his sexual inexperience, Kyle's strong mammalian instinct alerted him to his mother's desperate desire for domination. The strong lad lifted his mother's daintly legs onto his shoulders and pressed forward, as if folding her up.

Julie's eyebrows raised in bemusement, "Wait what are you doing?"

Wordlessly, the teen aimed the tip of his phallus into his teacher's drooling quim.

"This isn't really missi- OH!"

Thanks to the ample lubrication and his resolution, Kyle had stuffed in half of his endowment with a single stroke. They were now face to face, and the teen relished the complex mix of emotions on his mother's face.

"K-kyle w-wai- Ohhhhhhh..."

Julie's reproach, as well as her stern façade, melted away as the warm, rigid pole within her slowly and enrapturingly stretched her walls on its way in. Her eyes gazed into her son's, which clearly demanded her willing submission. Although the teacher and parent within her wanted to fight his entitled behavior, the feral woman deep within her begged her to acquiesce; by the time the boy touched bottom, making her eyes flutter, she was completely his. 

"Ughh... oh my godddd that's amaaazing."

Energized by an unprecedented feeling of power, the boy confidently withdrew almost completely before plunging in again. He soon accelerated into a steady rhythm, the incredible sensations along his member tempered by his recent orgasm and the depth-varying techniques he had previously learned well. Despite being the more experienced partner, Julie stared into his eyes helplessly, panting and moaning continuously, with the occasional gasp when he rubbed that special, deep spot within her. Within ten minutes, after being fucked harder, deeper, and longer than ever before in her life, the middle-aged housewife endured another record-breaking orgasm.

"OHHHH MYYY GODDDDD!!!!!!!!!!!"

Kyle kept Julie screaming and grunting through gritted teeth for the next two minutes, his cockhead caressing her womb to enhance her paroxysm.

"EEEEEHHHHHHHHH!!!! KYLLEEEEE!!!"

Although he slowed his pace as his partner came down from his orgasm, the boy kept pumping away. His eyes briefly dropped to her flushed, sweaty chest, and the sight of her pale breasts undulating in motion with his thrusts and the cross on her neck almost drove the boy to the edge. Pausing for a moment, he looked away, kegeled, and then resumed.

Having just caught her breath, Julie lazily inquired, "Are you close?"

"Nope," the boy lied.

"I think you're getting a little too big for your britches mister." 

"Oh yeah? Are you sure I'm too big?"

Kyle drove his cock deep inside his mother, rolling his hips so that the head gently kneaded her fornix. Predictably, Julie gasped, her eyes rolling back in her head from the strange, intensely pleasurable sensation.

The boy laughed breathlessly, "Don't be mad mom. It's natural for the student to become the master."

Julie was flabbergasted at her son's uncharacteristic exuberance. For a very (very) brief moment, she wished he weren't so well-endowed.

"Don't be so arrogant. That's how you become bad at something." She paused, deliberating on whether to reveal her next thought. Prioritizing her son's well-being over her husband's dignity, she mumbled, "Your... father is arrogant. It's partially why... our love life isn't... great." 

Kyle was legitimately stunned. Although his father's inadequacy was common knowledge, he had never imagined that he would hear his mother willingly provide corroboration. He appreciated the sacrifice in her candor, and regretted his haughtiness. More importantly, the idea of losing the beautiful, loving woman before him to arrogance was an anathema.




Crash Course Sex: Lesson 04



The youth's head hung in shame, "I'm sorry, mom. I never want to be like... him."

Although pleased she had gotten through to him, the sight of her son's distress activated her maternal instincts, "Aww... baby it's ok. You're nothing like him – you're wonderful."

Turning pink, she added, "... you... made me feel really, really good. Scary good... actually."

Like any boy who had impressed his mother so thoroughly, Kyle felt like he was on top of the world, "Thanks mom. Sorry if I was a little rough... I just went with my instincts."

Blushing even harder, Julie divulged, "It's ok... I actually really liked it. You should never force a woman to do anything, and consent is really really important! But... sometimes some women like being... dominated, and uh..."

"It's okay mom, I understand. Don't be embarrassed," Kyle interrupted at his mother's obvious disquietude.

"Thanks baby..." Julie smiled lovingly.

Suddenly, she sneered, adding, "Still though, I still need to teach you a lesson for being so cheeky!"

The housewife tightened her coital walls, squeezing the inexperienced teenage cock like a vise.

"Ughh!!! Mommmm no!!! I can- I can't!"

"Say you're sorry!"

"I'm sorry!! UGGHHH!"

"I CAN'T HEAR YOU."

"I'M SORRRY AHHHHH."

Finally relenting, Julie laughed, relishing the return of her power, as manifested by the confused fear and boyish demeanor of the youth in front of her, "Don't mess with your momma, kid. You've still got a lot to learn."

Kyle tried his entire bag of tricks, from breathing to Tantric thrusting, but ultimately had to stop.

"You can't stop mister," Julie asserted, partially as a teacher concerned about technique and partially as a lover already on her plateau stage.

"Ugh... n-nothing's working mom... goddd I'm sooo close."

Julie wracked her brain for an aid to her ailing son. Suddenly, she remembered a bit of advice from an issue of Cosmo, and decided to give it a try. 

"Ok, honey, I want you to let go of my legs and climb on top of me – we're gonna get into the normal missionary position."

Desperate, Kyle quickly did as he was told, and raised himself on his elbows to initiate the oldest position in the book. He resumed thrusting.

"Ahh... that's a bit better, but I still don't know how long I can hold on."

"Sweetie wait, I'm not done. I want you to ride up towards the head of the bed even further."

Although confused, Kyle assented, pushing upwards just as his mother bent her knees until his chest was near her shoulders, and his hands were now touching her hair. Downstairs, his schlong dove deep into her, in a downward fashion, until his pubic bone was squashed against her clitoris.

Even as the boy assumed the position, the sensation already overwhelmed Julie, and she shuddered from being filled inside and stimulated outside. Her hands naturally grasped the back of his head and her breasts squashed against his ribcage.

"Mmmm... yess. N-now instead of t-thrusting... I w-want you to grind like y-you did before."

As he slowly mastered the technique, the boy's confusion dissipated. The sensation from the position was much less taxing on his battered penis, and the boy felt the return of a modicum of control.

Meanwhile, Julie was regretting cancelling her Cosmo subscription this year, "Ohhhhh wowww b-baby that's sooo g-goood. T-this is the CAT p-position. It l-lets the m-man rest from thrusting, while stimulating ahhhh the woman's clit. Oh! With you b-baby... your siiiize also keeps y-you deeeeeeep insi- ohhhhhhhh godddd I'm gonna..."

Kyle felt his mother's hand grasp his hair tightly in desperation. The dutiful boy kept rolling his hips, such that his pubes stroked her clit and his glans stroked her womb. 

"B-baby I w-want to ahhh!! come together again!"

The boy agreed, and reset his position to the traditional missionary, slamming into his mother.

"OH GOD... YOU'RE GONNA MAKE MOMMY... CUM!!!!!!!!!" Julie screamed as a wave of pleasure tore through her, causing her nails to dig into her son's chest.

Kyle watched the surreal sight of the woman that had kissed his boo-boos and scolded him for not doing his homework scream and whimper like a teenage girl. He could take no more.

"ARRGHHHH I'M COMING!!!"

Julie pressed her son's face to hers in a desperate, orgasmic kiss. Mother and son silently screamed into each other as they bucked wildly in their second mutual orgasm. 

Two minutes later, exhausted, both parties lay face-to-face, their eyes locked in their growing, unspoken bond. Soon, Julie repeated her post-coital act of motherly love, kissing the boy all the way down his torso right up to his undiminished manhood. Even more miraculously, the ball of baby batter that hung loosely from the stretched-to-breaking receptacle of the condom, was identical in size to its predecessor. As she carefully removed the condom to tie it, a drop of thick, potent teenage sperm dripped down the pale shaft; the emblem of the boy's reproductive virility made Julie's still-fertile womb ache, its stomach rumbling from the hunger to be seeded.

"Wow... it's a good thing we have this condom because otherwise, I think I'd already be pregnant," she muttered, trashing the condom. 

The thought strangely excited the boy, "Would that be so bad? You and dad were trying to get pregnant for years."

"Kyle!" Julie punched his leg playfully, hiding her sudden burst of excitement at his suggestion. "We can't do that goofball – we're related!"

"Well I think it's a shame that more children haven't had the privilege of having the best mom in the world," the teen quipped with a teasing smile.

Despite the flippant nature of the comment, Julie had to mask her legitimate joy from the comment, "All right, all right Casanova. Enough of the smooth talk. Besides," she whispered flirtatiously, "you've already got me in the sack."

Her tone and the anticipation of more sex caused the boy's cock to begin pulsing anew. 

Enthralled, Julie wrapped her small fist around the base of the throbbing pylon, "Aww... does the thought of sex with mommy make her baby excited?'

His mother's cute-voice was the teen's kryptonite, and he grew larger and larger, "Y-yeah..."

"Aww... well let mommy clean you up then," Julie cooed before lashing the staff with the broad surface of her tongue, licking the wayward drop of semen.

"Ohhh mommmmm..."

Julie loved the effect her voice had on the teen. She was also surprised just how excited the idea made her.

"Mmm... mommy's insides are aching honey. She needs a BIG boy to take care of her. Aaand she needs a good boy to take care of her. Are you a good boy?" she moaned in between laying tender kisses on his leaking, rock-hard pecker.

"YES!"

Giggling at his desperate enthusiasm, she fished out another condom and slowly rolled the tight polymer onto his penis.

"Ugh... I-I need i- in you," Kyle groaned deliriously. 

Julie climbed up the bed and lay on her side, facing her son. Looking him right in the eyes, the lust apparent on her face, she whispered plaintively, "Mommy needs her baby in her too. Please fuck me."

The combination of the infantile and the obscene drove the teen nuts, and he pressed himself against his mother, desperately searching for an entrance to her honeypot while his mouth devoured her neck. With her help, he found what he sought and, in one thrust, returned home, just as her legs wrapped around him.

From the excitement of their brief foreplay, Julie was already nearing climax. She tried to impart a little knowledge before disappearing into Shangri-La, "Ohhhh... buh by the way, th-this position is t-the side-by-side... it's good for intima... oh my god I'm coming again."

His mother's shrill screams ushered in the next 50 minutes for Kyle, who maintained a zen-like pace in the side-by-side position that kept him completely in control. There were no games and there was no competition; there were simply his mother's loving embraces, passionate kisses, and shrieks of ecstasy.

This was in stark contrast to the next 30 minutes, where Julie rode the boy in reverse cowgirl, using her well-honed vaginal muscles to test his endurance. Despite her ability to reduce him into putty, the teen learned a way to fuck through the unbelievable sensations, and before long, he had tired out his mother. Yet, he loved watching the sweat roll off her back and onto her enormous buttocks so much that he grasped her waist and powerfucked her from below. The number and power of the ensuing orgasms completely drained the middle-aged matron, and she collapsed backwards onto her son, who finished the hour with a shared mind-altering orgasm as he nibbled on her ear and rubbed her clit.

For the last hour, standing at the foot of the bed, the boy had been feeding his monster into his mother's snatch, her shoulders buried in the soft bed, and his fingers buried in her soft ass. Now, for the nth time, his assured thrusts delivered his mother into rigore voluptatem, her arched body stiff as a board and her wails coming in labored grunts. Soon, she went flaccid and collapsed on the bed, panting. Although her lover showed no signs of cessation, and Julie was in no hurry to stop orgasming, the alarm clock hollered the artificial end to their lovemaking.

"Damn it! We still have one more condom too," Kyle huffed, still pumping away.

"Save it. I want you to let go and come, ok?"

"Argh... fine," the boy muttered, accelerating his pace. With his voluntary checks removed, the lad began to feel the familiar tingle again, "Ahh... I'm close mom."

Julie envisioned another bursting condom in the trash, and suddenly turned around and pushed him out of her.

"Wait wha? I'm so clooose," the boy whined.

The matron dropped to her knees and quickly pulled off the condom. "I'm tired of wasting all that beautiful potential. I want you to come in my mouth."

Acknowledging another nail in the coffin of the "this-is-just-to-teach-you" ruse, Kyle eagerly fed his peter into his hungry mother's maw.

Julie alternated between licks of the glans and the shaft and swallowing her son whole, enjoying the complex, piquant flavor of the mixed juices of their copulation. Despite the incredible level of sexual skill the boy possessed at the end of just one afternoon, the housewife reveled in her ability to make him regress into a little boy. The teen whimpered and moaned as his knees buckled and he held onto his mother's dainty shoulder for support.

"Mommmm... I-"

"Mmmmmwah... come baby. It's ok, come for me," she cooed, right before swallowing him again.

The babytalk combined with the warm folds of her mouth finally brought her son to orgasm, and Julie's mouth was suddenly filled by a blast of come. The patient mother tried to gratify her child throughout his paroxysm, but his involuntary thrusting accidentally exposed the head, and the pulsating ejaculations sprayed over Julie's face. 

Once the ropes reduced to droplets that fell on the floor, the teen regained the presence of mind to note his mistake. Panting, he apologized, "S-so *huff* sorry *huff* mom."

Although somewhat uncomfortable, Julie was surprised to find herself enjoying the mild degradation and placed a gentle kiss on the sensitive head of the somehow, still-hard phallus, "Aww... it's ok baby. Besides, it's the smallest price to pay for the best afternoon of my life."

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As Mike watched the folding garage door slowly open, he was momentarily taken aback by the absence of his wife's red Odyssey. Inside the house, his greetings to his son echoed without reply, and he wondered where the two of them were. 

Suddenly, he heard the screech of tires and the rumbling of an engine in the van. Soon he overheard a hushed, agitated conversation, largely drowned out by the background noise of the closing garage door, that ceased abruptly as soon as his wife and son appeared out of the hallway. 

"Mike! Hey... babe how are you doing?" his wife nervously inquired, her grooming imperceptibly disheveled, as if she had recently showered and readied herself in a hurry.

"I'm good... where were you guys?"

"Sweetie go upstairs and do your homework," the housewife gravely muttered to their child.

Mike watched his son wordlessly obey, lacking the dilapidation in his clothes and hair that a full school day inevitably brought. 

She turned back to her husband, resuming her fake enthusiasm, "We were at Kyle's school! There was a parents meeting for the football team."

"I never heard about this," Mike countered, suspicious of the nearly-practiced speed of his wife's response."

For the first time in the conversation, Julie could tell the whole truth. Her familiar quiet indignation replaced the expression of simpering remorse on her face.

"Well... you never want to go anything that has to do with football – I didn't want to waste your time."

"Well that's cause football is a waste of time. When I was in school, I did things like math club – look at me now."

As her husband bellowed away at his tedious moralizing, Julie scrutinized the doughy lump that so had naturally oozed into the sofa, suddenly angry for the two decades of frigid marriage that had largely caused her recent infidelity. She couldn't help but sneer as her mind drew a Venn diagram between the two men in her life and found no intersection. She thought to herself, "You could use some football you fat fuck."

"Well...?"

His wife snapped out of her abbreviated musing, "What?"

"Aren't you listening? What has gotten into you?"

"I- I'm just... uh... stressed out because... my friends and I are fighting."

Bullshit. If anything, Mike was somewhat stupefied by how relaxed and loose his wife looked. Her breathing was slow and regular, and her poise was serene yet confident. There was no sign of the often snappy, high-strung spouse that he had come to know; even her cheeks seemed to glow. Still, he couldn't understand what she could possibly be lying about. He had been suspicious about an affair, but after their passionate sex in the shower yesterday, he was sure that she was still crazy about him. In fact, was it so crazy to believe that she was so relaxed because he'd given it to her so good?

Chuckling with pride, his paranoia dissipated as he diagnosed his wife with a mid-life crisis. He didn't even know women got those!

"Ok ok... well you hens will stop clucking eventually, I'm sure. How was the meeting?" he asked looking away, his interest fading with his misgivings. 

Furious at his misogyny but exultant at his return to passivity, she continued her rehearsed narrative, "It was good! By the way honey, Kyle has an away game tomorrow in Springsfield, and I'm going as one of the chaperones!"

The news moderately piqued his interest, and he looked at her again.

"Oh yeah? When are you guys coming back?"

Julie carefully advanced the riskiest aspect of her fabrication with slow deliberation, "Um... so since it's so far way, and there's a little after party for the boys, I was thinking Kyle and I would stay overnight at a motel or something. We'll probably come back Saturday morning."

She paused, her body tense at a possible challenge. She underestimated the arrogance of men.

"Yeah sounds good babe... I wanted to get some drinks with the guys tomorrow night too. I guess I probably won't see you guys before I leave for Cheboygan in the morning."

"Oh no! The fishing trip! I completely forgot!" Julie lied as she covered her mouth.

"Haha it's all right – women just don't get nature," Mike japed, as he returned his attention to the television.

Julie fantasized about what it'd feel like to make her husband the victim of the hunting and tracking skills she'd learned as a little girl. Still, his irritating comments couldn't blemish her fantastic mood as she climbed the stairs to share the good news with the increasingly solitary important man in her life.

Just as she appeared in front of her son's door, looking into his dark bedroom, Mike stopped her.

"Hey babe," he said in an odiously cute, hushed voice, "I know why you're acting so weird... you're still thinking about the little fun we had yesterday, right?"

Shocked by her husband's aptitude for self-deception, she passively let him take her into his arms as he began his futile formalities of love. 

"Babe no, not here. Kyle will see."

"Let him."

Emerging from the dkarness, Julie suddenly saw her son's figure poorly lit by the hallway bulb. His face was etched in fury and the competitive aggression in his posture made the already strapping man look enormous in comparison to his diminutive begetter.

"I'm sorry," Julie mouthed sympathetically.

Hoping she could keep her son from beating the shit out of her husband, she smiled lovingly, drew a heart in the air with a solitary finger, and mouthed, "I love you."

The gesture seemed to placate the boy, and he huffed in diminishing frustrating before looking into her eyes silently.

"I love you too."

Almost unaware of the biggest obstacle in their life between them, mother and son gazed at one another as if outside of time. Julie closed her eyes and puckered her lips in a phantom kiss.

The suggestive gesture drew the attention of the boy's eternally ravenous penis, which began swelling in the confines of his tight boxer shorts.

Julie's eyes did not miss this physiological response, and she smiled impishly, further teasing him.

Suddenly aware of his liveliness, Kyle quickly covered his crotch as a reflex to his brief embarrassment. However, when he saw his mother lick her lips provocatively, he began boldly caressing the organ through the fabric, until its prodigious size tented the entire garment.

The sight of the growing, pulsing mound in his boxers with the associated memories of the afternoon brought upon a familiar syndrome in Julie's body. She reflexively began grinding on her husband, who, of course, attributed her reaction to his sexual prowess. Through lidded eyes she watched in awe as her son stretched the boxer elastic downwards, quashing his erection until at last, his youthful vigour made the enormous shaft spring outwards and silently bounce against his abdomen.

Kyle brazenly began stroking his shaft, causing his mother to gasp. Her eyes widened and the good mother and wife within her made her shake her head in horror; however, the succubus the teen had awoken in her that afternoon slowed her disapproving gesture, and soon, her mouth watered and her nostrils flared. Sneering, she placed her tongue against the side of her cheek and made the vulgar signal for a mock blowjob. The gesture made the boy shudder and his tool weep, which in turn made Julie's head swim.

"Ohh my godd, babyyy," Mike heard his wife groan in a tone he hadn't heard for years. Confident that his feeble foreplay was responsible for his wife's current state, he dragged her to their bedroom, breaking her pleasurable idyll.

Shockingly jealous despite his current girlfriend, Kyle followed his parents to their room after a momentary sojourn and looked through the door they had neglected to close. His father's sagging body slowly wobbled atop his wife, who looked bored and frustrated. The aging middle manager desperately sucked on his victim's neck as he squawked his way to a quick climax, unaware of the quiet foreplay his son and his wife were currently engaged in. 

Stepping out of sight as his father turned on the bedroom television and lumbered to the shower, Kyle began to sneak back to his room before his completely naked mother came into view and threw her arms around him.

"I'm so sorry you had to see that," she lamented.

"It's ok... you had to do what you had to do."

"God baby I was thinking of you the whole time," Julie blurted out, realizing the completely irredeemable nature of the statement.




Crash Course Sex: Lesson 04



Kyle responded by pressing his lips to hers.

As if practiced lovers, the pair kissed wordlessly while moving towards the bed. When Kyle pushed her back onto the bed and began undoing his boxers, Julie remembered the sound of her husband's shower, and had to resist.

"Baby, no! We can't!"

"Goddd mom, I need this... just think of this as another lesson," the boy muttered impatiently as he applied the last condom from the box they opened today.

Completely amenable to the terrible excuse for this infidelity, Julie played along. "Uh... ok... uh well... sometimes in life your partner just wants hard, fast, exciting sex. We call these a quickie."

"Good enough," the boy thought as he divided her legs and descended within her balls deep, compelling his mother to cover her rhapsodic gasp with her hands. The boy bent forward until he was face-to-face with his wide-eyed mother. The hickey his father left on her neck came into his peripheral vision, and despite no romantic claim to her, the idea of another man marking his mother accelerated the boy's already unmanageable libido into insanity.

The last thing Julie remembered was Kyle pressing his lips to hers before his mind-altering assault on her pussy began. Lubricated by her intense aphrodisia, the boy's shaft rapidly and forcefully pistoned in and out, mining recurring groans and gasps from her tortured body. The hot, unbridled sex was noisy, and fortunately, the teen had the sense to turn up the television. Although a slave to his passion, the techniques she had taught him completely unused, the talented teen pummeled her without rest for nearly ten minutes, the deluge in her pussy producing an uncharacteristic sound.

SHLICK SHLICK SHLICK SHLICK SHLICK

"B-baby y-you're gonna m-make your m-mommy cum. Ohhh Kylleeeeeee."

"Aughhhh mommmm... me... too..."

The lovers peaked together, their mouths shoved together in a desperate attempt to quiet their noise, hoping it would not rise over the distraction from the shower and the television. 

"MMMMMMMMMMPHHHHH!!!"

As Kyle felt his mother soak his exploding cock with her warm love for the umpteenth time that day, he heard the shower turn off. Unfortunately, he was still busy emptying the contents of his balls and lacked the presence of mind to flee.

Julie heard the sound too. Noticing her baby's distress, she kissed him tenderly and stroked his hair between the waves of her own paroxysm, "It's ok sweetie... ughhhhhhh!!! F-finish cumming for meeeeeeeee!!!! Mmmphhh!!!"

Soon, their ecstasy faded, and the boy collapsed atop his mother, exhausted. She cuddled his cheek, but while catching her breath, reminded him of their dire situation, "Baby you *huff* have to go."

His knack for self-preservation nudged the boy's torpid limbs into action, and he quickly withdrew, depositing a splash of fluids from their brief lovemaking onto his father's bed. Gathering his belongings, Kyle briefly pecked his mother goodbye before zipping off into his room. 

Mike stepped out of the shower to find his wife completely dazed on their bed, her chest billowing, her body imbued with a touch of light pink, her eyes suffused with a thousand-yard-stare, and her mouth set into a relaxed smile. Clearly, the woman had been thoroughly fucked, as additionally evidenced by the moist bedsheets and the powerful, yet inexplicably unfamiliar, musk in the room. The oblivious patriarch swelled with pride as he attributed his mate's euphoria to his apparently resilient virility.

Thus did Mike Eldridge drift into sleep, confident of his responsibility for the satisfied smile on his spouse. Meanwhile, Julie Eldridge drifted into sleep, smiling as she remembered the hung teen stud that had made her scream and cream all afternoon. Her head danced with visions of the beautiful boy that she'd marathon-fuck all day long tomorrow under the guise of an exam review, confident that along with pints of sperm, the lad would unload all thoughts of some worthless teen skank. Then he'd be hers forever – two lovers who shared the most sacred bond: mother and son.