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A story of Mom and Son...he has so many wonderful things to learn
Shock and Awe Part II: More “Gosh” Moments

By Phyl and Rog

The younger children home, Eric and me, Duke…the family united except hubby still away for several more weeks on his outings…but the children were a leavening between Eric and me. Every time we looked at each other that afternoon and into the next morning, there was a silent anticipation…I had told him there would be more “lessons” and we were both anxious about the “lessons.” When I looked at him and smiled as he went off to school I saw a fine young son…and saw a “man cock” that had come in my mouth…how it felt to swallow my son’s come and what was my next lesson for him. Just looking at him made me wet and I could see he had a bulge in his pants. “Have a nice day you guys,” I said as they were off to school that morning. I was hoping he might come home early.

It was a long day and the hours passed slowly as I did my chores, fed Duke, took a long bath, stood drying myself and looking in the mirror. My nipples were hard and it was still morning. My cunt was dripping and I had to feel myself but only just to satisfy the beginnings of my urgings, struggling to withhold and wait for the possibility that Eric would find some excuse to come home early. Lunch and some more diversions and then I heard the screen door. “Hi Mom!” He was home early for his new lessons. He had on his shorts and a tent was poking out. “Would you like a drink?” I asked, he did and we sat down opposite each other, both smiling knowing smiles. Both nervous and silent.

“How was school?” I asked. He was quiet and then: “I had trouble concentrating on my lessons,” he finally said. And there we sat…would there be more “gosh” in his life or was it a one time thing? We were hesitant: Mom and son; not sure of the next move. I made the move. “Come over here and let me look at you.” He scooted his chair closer to me. “Let’s have a look at you,” I said…”You know…” He said: “This?” and stood and pulled off his shorts and underwear. There he stood before his Mom with a magnificent erection throbbing just inches in front of my face. Then he got bold. “You liked sucking me, didn’t you.” I looked up at him…our eyes met…we smiled. There was a time for talk, but this was not it.

I reached for his pulsing cock, taking hold, gesturing it close and played with it. “That feels so good Mom,” he said. I stroked him again and cupped his balls. “Are you going to make me come again?” he asked. “Would you like that?”…a stupid question but we were feeling our way. He said: “I’m having those sexual feelings we talked about.” I continued stroking and bent to kiss the wet tip, licking just beneath where I knew he was most sensitive…his fingers playing with my ears. “You said there were more lessons,” he said as I licked and sucked on his tool…putting it deep in my mouth and moving my cunt on the chair. This was so hot but he’s my son…he needed nurturing…and also sucking.

Mom needed nurturing and sucking, too…how to move to the next level I thought as his fingers began to tense and I knew he was close. “Mom…oh Gosh…Mom.” His cock was flexing as I was bringing him off, his precum increasing, my tongue using it where I knew he couldn’t take much more before I would be swallowing his load…his balls were firm now, loaded to shoot…I stopped then. “Mom? What?” I told him “It is time for your new lesson…calm down…don’t touch yourself…you’re ready to fire off…and we need to do something else.” He had that disappointed look…his body was ready to release…on the verge…I was teasing my fine, well-endowed young son…

So he sat his naked bottom on his chair, his stiff cock dripping, then softening. “Mom’s like licking, too,” I said. “Would you like to lick me?” It was that moment when we moved beyond a blow job to another level. “Sure Mom,” he said…“is that my new lesson you promised? That’s all I could think about all day at school…was my lesson.” “Come here and give me a kiss,” he did. “Have you felt a woman’s cunt before,” I asked. He got red in the face. “One of the girls at school let me do that. It didn’t amount to much, just hair and a slit and it was very brief.”

“Women like to have their cunts felt,” I said. “But it’s more than that. Lift my dress and feel me.” He leaned over and lifted my dress, I opened my legs and he put his hand on me. “Feel me,” I said, he did. “Put your fingers in my slit,” I said, he did. “Gosh Mom,” he said. His next “gosh” moment had arrived. His fingers took on a life of their own and began to feel me, slipping up and down my cunt lips. It’s like, even with my 13 year old son, nature was functioning and his fingers moved in and out, up and down, found my clit and played with it. He didn’t need lessons it seemed. “You’ve done this before haven’t you,” I asked. “It’s okay you can tell your Mom.” “Yes I have,” he said. “One of the girls let me kiss her on the way home, we stopped and stood next to the gymnasium wall and she told me to put my hands up her dress. It didn’t last long.” “Ohh…don’t stop doing that,” I said. His words and his fingers were playing a beautiful tune on my aching body and my ears were filling.

“She wasn’t wet like you Mom. She was dry and it didn’t amount to much. She told me not to do it again. I didn’t understand and then the next day she avoided me.” His words were taking me to new places…I was my son’s virgin and my legs shook and opened. I put my hand on his. “That feels really good but there’s more to your lesson. You liked me licking your cock. Would you lick me on my cunt.” We were Mom and son and crossing a threshhold to a new level of intimacy. Without asking he got on his knees, pushed up my house dress…”You’re not wearing panties,” he said. “I was hoping you would come home early and they would be in the way of your lesson,” I said.

I scooted down on the chair opening myself to him. “Pet my legs and thighs,” I said and his hands knew what to do and where to go. “Now kiss me, lick me,” I said. He looked at me like I had opened a new world for him…he had such a wonderful smile and moved his mouth to my cunt. The first touch of son’s tongue on my cunt made me flinch and grunt…I was in another place…not in our kitchen…somewhere where there were stars and lightning…he licked softly at first and then licked again. It was my turn to hold his ears and pull his face into me where I needed release. For an amateur he was good at it.

It was second nature to him. I opened my eyes and looked down at him…the top of his head was undulating, I saw his cock stiff as a rock and dripping but it was his breath on my hot body, his tongue licking my clit, then probing…I leaned my head back and enjoyed our lesson. It was my turn to feel “gosh” and I did. I lifted my body, lifted my legs onto his shoulders and released and grunted again and let out a sigh as I climaxed so beautifully, pulling his face to me. It was rapture in the kitchen with my little boy.

Finally, we were finished and I motioned him to stop…he sat back on his chair…his cock still erect…it was what happens to a 13 year old’s cock. It was my turn and I leaned down, he played with my ears, I started on him…he was so ready…just a few strokes of my hands and tongue and he came in my mouth with hard spurts. I had unleashed the fire in us. His come was hot, I swallowed, some dripping out of the sides of my mouth there was so much. I gave him a hot kiss and put my tongue in his mouth…we tasted each other’s spend…he was a natural. So was I. We went to the couch and held each other. “That was great Mom. Thank you,” he said. “You’re great,” I said and we held each other and listened to the birds in the garden…his brother and sister wouldn’t be home for another hour and we just relaxed. One more lesson, I thought, and what would be the next lesson…would we do that?

My cunt was still wet and oozing and I had a feeling that it was aching

for the next lesson…to feel that young stiff cock doing what it was designed to do to a woman…even if it was my son. My luck he had a “man cock” and I would show him how to use it. He had a great tool and I was his to work it on. I knew there was more “gosh” in our lives…maybe tomorrow. If he would only come home early I would be ready.
1 comments

Italyanman55Report

2018-04-20 00:15:35
There are the kinds of lessons I could enjoy....great work!

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