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As I watched my wife Sam and son Kevin horsing around in our pool, it made me smile, and I couldn't help but reminisce back to a time when I was a younger man.

Unlike the loving relationship I can see Sam and Kevin sharing, mine was a bit different with my mother. To try to explain how it came to be that way is kind of hard to do. However, I'll try my best and then maybe you'll understand.

It all started almost before I was to turn 19. I lived with my father, Chris, and my mother Jenny in a small Midwestern town just south of a big metropolis. My father at the time was in the Army reserves and had just been deployed overseas. So to make ends meet, mom took up an online typing position on a part-time basis while I stayed in high school.

It was my senior year, and I couldn't wait to get the hell out of there finally. You see, I was a little shy back then and really didn't have any friends to speak of. I never even had the courage to ask a girl out on a date because of my shyness. And let's not forget how clueless I was as to what to even do with a girl on a date. Yeah, I was that pathetic.

Nevertheless, this year there was an exception to all that. There was a girl in my English class that I truly fancied. Even though I was fully aware of my backwardness when it came to girls, I found myself wanting to risk it and take a chance.

So on this particular day, which I'll never forget, I built up enough courage to approach her. Steadfast in my resolve, I marched towards her seat, and when I was just about there... (I don't know what you call it. All I can say is it all sounds good in your head until your feet begin to move.) I chickened out at the last second and made a total fool of myself when nothing but gibberish fell out of my mouth. Thank god the bell had rung, and I didn't have to listen to my fellow classmates' laugh for too long.

Depressed, ashamed, and angry at myself, I went home and decided that I would never let that happen again. The next time I would be more prepared. But how? Shit if I knew. Which only got me more depressed. My mind was so far out of it that when I walked through the house, I didn't even hear my mom call my name as I walked past her, heading towards my bedroom.

"Jarid!" She yelled, causing me to jump.

"Oh, sorry, Mom. What's up?"

"I asked you how was your day?"

Wow, she would ask me that. So I lied and just said, "Fine."

Her look told me she wasn't buying it. However, I really wasn't in any mood to explain, so quietly, I just shuffled past her and closed my door.

I must have sat on my bed for hours and thought over my predicament. The sun was setting fast when I finally got up and ventured out of my place of solitude.

Walking into the living room, I noticed Mom was at her, well, the only computer, working as usual, and this time I actually heard her speak – very sternly, I might add, "So, are you going to tell me what's eating you?"

I remember sighing loudly when I said, "It's something I have to figure out for myself."

Mom stopped typing and turned around in her chair and, with a puzzled look, started drilling me for an answer; doing her best to draw out my problem.

"Mom, please. I don't want to talk about this with you."

Finally, she dropped it and replied stoutly, "Fine... Your dinner is in the oven. I kept it warm for you."

Wow, I felt like a heel. Here is my mom still thinking of me, and I'm acting like a shithead. But I was so ashamed of myself, I just couldn't tell her and just said, "Thanks, Mom."

Mom went back to work on the PC as I sat quietly watching her while eating my steak and mashed potatoes she had fixed. It was then that it struck me. I could use the computer to find answers to some of the troubling questions that boggled my brain. Mind you, back then; you just couldn't Google it. You actually had to use Netscape or WebCrawler to search over multiple websites and hopefully come across something that might be close to what you were looking for. However, at least now, I had somewhat of a plan.

So later that night, as my mother slept, I fired up the PC and started my trolling of the Internet with "How do you ask a girl out on a date?"

There was not much info there and what information I found sounded so corny that I was sure I would get a slap on the face instead of a date.

Not giving up, I next tried. "What to do on a date?"

At least, this got some better results, and I actually jotted down some of the suggestions.

Lastly, I searched on. "How to have sex?"

Holy crap! The number of websites and information blew my mind. So many websites showing explicit graphical instructions, my tiny brain couldn't comprehend it all.

All this was new to me, and in my search for sexual knowledge and dealing with a massive boner that I had no clue what to do with, mind you. I didn't realize it was almost dawn. Thank god mom was a noisy riser who at least bought me some time to quickly turn off the PC and skedaddle back into my room. Let me tell you, between being tired and extremely horny, I sure had trouble getting dressed and acting like I had a good night's sleep when I sat and had breakfast, not to mention trying to hide the stiff pecker that stayed with me the entire day. That is, until I came home.

Exhausted now, all I wanted to do was crash and get some sleep. However, that wasn't going to be the case, because when I opened the door, mom was on the phone with my dad and was in the middle of a very heated conversation. I had no clue at the time what it was about, but mom quickly called me over and had me speak with him.

Excited to hear his voice since it had been months since we last spoke, I happily said, "Hi, Dad."

"Hi, son. How's things?"

"They're okay. You coming home soon?"

"No. It looks like I'll be over here for a bit longer. Listen, your mom tells me you've been acting reclusive. You sure your fine?"

I looked at mom kind of angrily and replied, "Yeah, everything is fine."

"Okay, but if you need to talk to someone, your mom is always there."

"I know, Dad."

"Well, listen, I have to go, so put your mom back on so I can say goodbye."

"Okay. Love you, and I hope you get back soon."

"Bye, son." I heard him say as I handed mom back the phone.

I fast-paced to my room as mom talked to dad and didn't pay attention to her last words. All I wanted to do was sleep.

I was just about out when I heard a light rap on my door, and mom walked right in saying, "We need to talk, young man!"

Groggy, I sat up mumbling, "Huh? What? What's wrong?"

"You doing drugs?"

"Huh? No!" I fired back, rubbing my eyes.

"Then why are you already in bed? Never mind, I'll get back to that. I found the websites you visited on the computer today when I was working."

OH FUCK! I thought, feeling my face blush as I scrambled to think of some excuse, except nothing jumped into my head.

"Well, what do you have to say, mister?"

No words came out. I didn't know how to handle this very uncomfortable conversation. So I just looked down at the floor and listened as mom ran off the names of some of the sites. I finally yelled, "Sorry!" When she paused for a breath of air.

Mom sat beside my bed, and in a heartfelt, tone said, "I didn't know I raised such a pervert."

Pervert? Me? "Mom, it's not what you think."

"Then explain yourself to me."

I took a deep breath and told her my miserable tale and how I was only looking for information.

"I knew your father never talked to you about this stuff!" Mom said, quite pissed, I must say. However, what she said next just blew my mind.

"I guess it's up to me to help you."

"Whaaat?" Shocked, I replied as my heart skipped a beat.

"Tell me what you were going to say to that girl."

"Oh?" I said, feeling a sigh of relief. I went through what I thought I would say before my mouth stopped working and waiting for mom's response.

"That wouldn't have worked." She said, explaining how girls didn't care for forwardness. I needed to make small talk first and then slowly work my way into asking her out.

"Mom, didn't you hear me before? I really am shy talking to people."

"You need to get over that if you want to succeed. Just relax and then try. You can start by apologizing for acting like a buffoon the other day. That should break the ice."

"I guess... I mean, I'll try."

"Good. Now, why are you in bed this early?"

Feeling bashful, I told mom how I spent the entire night at the computer.

"Well, that explains all the websites. I hope you didn't make a mess out there. I mean, I do work at that computer, you know."

"Huh?" I said with a puzzled expression.

"You do know what I'm talking about, right?"

I slowly shook my head.

Mom sighed and then dropped another life-shattering bombshell on me.

"So you've never masturbated?"

Apparently, I was supposed to know this stuff already, but now I'm glad I didn't. Mom tried to keep it technical on how it works and how even girls did it.

And that was when I had my first sexual thought about my mother as she explained how girls would do it. I found myself picturing her playing with herself. My dick started to get hard, and I also began to sweat. Thank God mom just figured it was from what she was talking about and decided that was enough information for the night.

However, as she kissed my head and started to leave, I blurted out, "So you masturbate also, mom?" She paused for a moment and then smiled while nodding her head.

Boom! That did it. I was hard as a rock when mom said goodnight as she turned out my light.

Needless to say, in the darkness, I tried out my newfound knowledge and masturbated several times to the image of mom toying with herself. If it wasn't for the fact I was so tired, I'm sure it would have been another sleepless night. However, I did sleep, and in the morning, I had another go at it. I have to say this newfound experience was the most pleasurable thing I had ever felt in my life at the time. And I really looked forward to trying it again.

Feeling very chipper, I greeted mom with a quick kiss on the cheek before sitting at the table.

"You have a good night?" Mom said with a big grin.

"Yeah, I did. How about you?"

I saw mom glance down at my trousers and reply, "I guess about the same as you did."

That was the first time I actually got mixed feelings from my mother.

Did she know what I did? Did she masturbate also? I questioned myself, but then I noticed what caught her glare. I was fucking hard again!

"Oh shit!" I said, covering my crotch.

Mom just laughed and said very lovingly, "It's okay, honey. You're a young man. It's going to happen."

With my face red, as I sat and quietly ate my breakfast. Mom once again was able to pull me out of my shyness and brought up how I should talk with the girl today.

So taking mom's advice at school, I somehow found the nerve to approach her and did as mom said, first apologizing before continuing on. Surprisingly once I got started, it became much easier to talk to her. Unfortunately, I stopped shy of asking her out, but hey, this alone was a giant leap for me.

Mom was on her computer when I got home, and as I rushed up to her to give her my great news. I was taken aback when I glanced at the computer screen. Mom had apparently been looking at some kind of porn. But that wasn't all that I noticed: mom's jeans were unbuttoned, and her face looked flushed. Stunned at first, I tried to focus as to what I was going to say, and once again, gibberish came out.

"Jarid..." Mom said, taking my hands in hers. "Slow down."

I shook my head and closed my eyes. Concentrating on the words, I wanted to say and not actually what was running through my head. I said, "I did it. I talked to her."

"That's great, honey." She expressed, pulling me into her as she sat and hugged me.

While mom held her head tight to my chest, I once again glanced at the computer screen and felt my dick twitch. There in front of me was a very explicit photo of a man kneeling behind a woman engaging in some kind of a strange sexual act.

Mom pulled away, buttoning up her pants and noticed my eyes, and replied, "Sorry, you have seen that. I didn't expect you to come home this early."

"It's fine, Mom," I said with a smile.

"Let's sit and talk," Mom said, leading me to the sofa.

For the next half an hour, mom explained how girls also experience sexual urges, unlike how guys can get hard out of the blue. But it then went into greater depth and said how since dad was called away, she was experiencing them more often. As a way to deal with it, she resorted to self-pleasure.

"Mom, please, I don't think I want to hear anymore," bashfully, I said.

"Nonsense Jarid, it's part of life. You need to know this. As a matter of fact, now is a good time to show you."

"Show me!" I shouted.

"Yes." And with that, led me back over to the computer.

Mom had me take a seat while she worked the mouse and flipped through several of the photos. Explaining to me what the people were doing and also what it was called.

I heard terms like doggy style, missionary, cowgirl, etc. But some of them, mom didn't even know. Apparently, changing positions somehow made it feel different.

Mom then changed to another website, one that I had never seen before. My dick, even though it was stiff from all the porno I just saw, seemed to get harder, if that was even possible.

On the screen were two women standing naked with their bodies entangled in a sexual embrace. It was the first time I saw a lesbian act, and it greatly stimulated me. Unknowingly, I rubbed my hand just once across my groin as mom explained to me how sometimes women had sex with each other.

Sweat poured from my brow as I gawked, mouth open as to the different ways women could pleasure each other.

"So there you have it. I hope this cleared some things up for you," Mom said.

Fully hard and in a state of total awe, I just nodded.

"Good, now I would suggest you go take care of that problem in your room," I heard her say, pointing to my protruding appendage.

I was so blinded by sexual lust it didn't bother me in the least that she said that and just agreed, dashing out of the chair and beelined to my bedroom.

Needless to say, my first wank was quick. However, my next two took some doing. Images of people fucking and women licking kept my sexual urges at full throttle. I swear if mom didn't call me for supper, I would have for sure jerked my cock entirely off.

Exiting my room feeling quite satisfied, I sat at the table with a smile.

"Better now?" Mom said as she placed my supper in front of me.

Feeling shameful after my jerk session, I grumbled softly, "Yes."

Mom sat and also ate. Then, changing the subject, she asked me to give her the details of what I said to the girl today.

Cheerfully I explained all that I said and how I stopped short of actually asking her out, which I guess was the right move anyway. Mom explained how it was still too soon to do that and that I needed to make her feel more comfortable first.

"So I should just keep talking to her?"

"Yes," Mom said and followed by suggesting that since my birthday was right around the corner, I should invite her and some friends over for a party.

"Oh, Mom. I don't think I can do that. Besides, I really don't have any friends to invite."

"That's an easy fix," Mom replied.

You see, my birthday fell on Halloween, which, as mom put it, could be more of a holiday party than a birthday party. And to make it more interesting, all the people could wear costumes.

Still unsure of being able actually to ask people, mom suggested she'd make up some invitations, and all I would have to do is hand them out. Even that seemed very difficult, but I agreed, feeling that would at least get mom off this subject. Besides, she would still need to make up these invitations, so I still had time to convince myself on doing it.

Little did I know how quickly mom can do something when she put her mind to it because two days later, she had a stack of invitations ready. Sometimes a computer and printer aren't a good thing.

Hesitantly, I took the stack of self-made invitations from her as I went out the door. I still didn't feel very comfortable carrying out my task at hand but somehow did manage it.

Surprisingly, people actually seemed interested, and I was pleasantly shocked when the girl I had my eye on accepted my invitation right then. Of course, a couple of the guys were hesitant when they asked me if there would be any alcohol, and I said no. This led them into saying they'd think about it.

I rushed home after school that day to tell mom my good news. I think she was just about as excited as I was and wanted me to fill in all the details. This I did and was once again surprised when I heard her say she would spike the punch just a little after I explained what the guys asked about alcohol.

This was a side of mom I never knew existed, and I felt a deeper appreciation for her.

So come the next day, no longer feeling bashful, I told the guys the punch would be spiked, and they accepted my invite right then.

Now onto my next dilemma. What would I wear? With limited funds, I knew there was no way I could just buy a costume. I also wanted to impress this girl somehow. Such corny outfits like being a pirate or ghost were out of the question.

That evening at home, I asked mom what she thought, and quickly she came up with an answer.

"Fonzie," she said

"Fonzie? Who the hell is that?" I replied.

Mom chuckled and described how there was a seventies' TV show that had him in it, and he was the coolest person alive.

"Maybe then, Mom. But not now?"

"Cool is cool," she said. "Besides his attire was the cool kid look back in the fifties."

"Fifties!"

"Trust me, it still is," Mom replied, patting my leg.

I wasn't so sure about this. However, then again, she hadn't steered me wrong yet, so I agreed.

Quicker than I thought, the day had finally come, and mom had already decorated the house and set out the clothes I would wear for my Birthday/Halloween party. It consisted of a pair of worn-out jeans, a white tee-shirt, and a black leather coat that my father had. I went into my room, put the stuff on, admired myself in the mirror, and thought. Okay, I guess this isn't half bad.

But I didn't realize mom needed to add the finishing touches. So when I came out and asked, "What do you think?" Mom called me over and put some kind of gel in my hair while she combed it around.

"There," she said, standing back, holding my shoulders. "You can't look any cooler."

I went and looked at myself again and had to admit she was right. I then heard mom say, "Okay, listen for the door while I get myself dressed."

"Dressed?" I yelled.

"Yes, I have to put my costume on."

"Yours?" I said, stepping out of my room.

"Of course. This is a costume party. Did you think I wouldn't have one?"

"Well... Yeah."

Mom just laughed and went into her room. Leaving me to ponder on what she could possibly be dressing as.

Well, I didn't have to wonder for long. And had another first in my life. I remember distinctly how I felt when I first gazed my eyes upon her and thought. Holy shit!

I couldn't believe what I was seeing and found myself actually getting hard when Mom spun around wearing a black skin-tight playboy bunny outfit, cottontail and all.

I blushed, feeling ashamed for the sinful desire that sprung up out of my depths. No longer did I see the sweet loving woman that raised me but a hot sexy mature woman. It caused a stirring in my loins that I shamefully couldn't hide.

"So, what do you think?" I heard in a fog of sexual lust.

"Mmmom! I ah...," was all that I could muster.

Mom put her hands on her hips and replied happily, "I'll take that as you like it," looking down at my raging boner.

There was no hiding it under the tight jeans, and I had to just live up to how I felt by saying, "yeah, Mom, super-hot."

"Thanks, sweetie. That means a lot to me."

"But... But Mom, where did you get that outfit?"

She didn't get a chance to answer since there was a knock on the door followed by a steady stream of people after that.

The party started off decent, and mom had spiked the punch as she said. Unfortunately, the girl I was most interested in hadn't shown up yet, and I started to feel a bit jealous when I caught a couple of the guys checking mom out—getting frustrated over the guys gawking and the girl not showing up, I kind of hit the punch more than I should have. But finally, she arrived and caused a deep stir inside my body when I saw her.

Dressed as Little Bo-peep, she looked totally adorable. Her dark hair and light skin just seemed to shine under the long light pink fluffy dress. I spent most of the party talking to her while people played your typical holiday games. Mom won the best dress, which I didn't even know they played, while the coolest kid in the class won the bobbing for apples.

Mom pulled out my birthday cake which kind of surprised most, and thankfully we forwent the typical happy birthday song and blowing out the candles. I did get a couple of pecks on the cheek from the girls, which I liked, so all in all, it was very nice. Right up to the end of the night, when the sauce I had consumed made me braver, I asked Bo-peep if I could talk to her someplace quiet.

She agreed, and I led her into a back room where we both sat, and I finally expressed my feelings towards her. I remember how she smiled and told me she actually liked me also. I was so happy but wasn't ready for when she leaned in for a kiss, and I gave her a quick smooch on the lips.

"What was that?" I heard her say.

"Umm. A kiss?" I said.

She laughed and said, "Haven't you ever kissed a girl before?"

Now I was embarrassed, but before I could explain how backward I was, mom had walked into the room and said, "Sorry for the intrusion, but her parents are here to pick her up."

"Thanks," she said, dashing off quickly, leaving me feeling a tad sick.

Mom walked out of the room, and I followed. My head actually hurt along with my heart, and I wasted no time trying to find some comfort in mom's magical punch.

I felt a bit dizzy by the time the last of my guests left and tried to excuse myself.

Mom must have known something was wrong and had me sit down first.

Not wanting to, I listened and took a seat.

"So what happened?" I heard her say.

"I messed up, Mom."

"How so?"

I told her about my pathetic attempt at kissing. Mom sat back and put her arm around me. Playing with my hair, she tried to comfort me by describing how to make the perfect kiss.

"Thanks, Mom," I said, resting my head on her shoulder just above her boob.

Mom patted my head and then pushed it into her bosom, saying, "It's your birthday, and you shouldn't be this glum."

I sat up and looked into her eyes. Then, putting on my best fake smile, said, "It's all good, Mom. This was the best party ever."

Mom lightly touched my cheek and, with a very soothing voice, said, "Ah honey. You're so sweet. I think I can help you just a little more." With that, mom moved closer and brushed her lips to mine.

My eyes widened in shock, and I actually moved my head back some and said, "Mom?"

Mom put her hand behind my head and gently pushed it towards her saying, "It's okay, baby. Just kiss me as I explained."

My mouth opened, and this time when my lips touched hers, I felt a strange rush of pleasure shot from my head to my toes. Our lips locked tightly as Mom gingerly touched her tongue to mine. I can't describe how wonderful it felt. I was in total bliss. My heart raced along with my breath. I felt my dick growing and knew right then. I wanted my mother. My first true incest feeling had finally awoken, and I welcomed it.

However, suddenly out of no were, Mom broke our forbidden lip lock and said, "Okay, that's enough practice for one night." She then left me to just sit there in total amazement as she sashayed her little cottontail out of the room.

Holly shit! Holly shit! Oh my god! What the fuck! I thought over and over. Yeah, I was disappointed with messing up with Bo peep, but Mom kissed it better.

I don't need to say what I did that night in my room, as a matter of fact, a couple of times. However, little did I know my night wasn't over yet.

I think it was around one in the morning when mom opened my door. Naked and half awake, I felt mom sit next to me and brush my hair, saying, "Did you like our kiss?"

Groggy, I looked at Mom's body, and in what brief light filled the room could make her little see-through black teddy. I felt my cock spring to life when my eyes gazed upon her large areolas that were under the transparent material. Nodding to Mom's question, I heard her coo, "Good."

Mom leaned closer to my head and softly whispered, "Do you want to do it again?"

Now I was awake. Rolling onto my back, I whispered, "Yes."

Mom motioned her body onto my bed, and I could feel her soft succulent breast mash against my chest under her light sleepwear. Her lips pressed tight to mine, and once again, I was in heaven. Our tongues danced and twisted together while our breaths heaved quicker. I had a tough time not getting over-excited as our passion for each other's touch grew. It was then that I felt Mom brush her palm just once over my exposed hard flesh, and I groaned loudly. Holy fuck, it felt nothing like that when I touched it. This was something magical – something special, something so wickedly delightful.

Mom broke our kiss as I panted hard and said softly, "Did that feel nice?"

Vigorously I nodded my head and felt her palm run against it once more. Only this time, it stayed and ran back down the other way.

"OH Fffuck!!" I croaked as Mom gently encompassed my shaft and jerked me off slowly. Our lips met again while Mom's thigh rested on top of mine. My hips started to lift off the bed as my mother's hand worked up in tempo.

Suddenly, I felt Mom's other hand grab at my wrist and pull it down ever so closer to her mound. Shocked and horny, I didn't resist and actually enjoyed it when my palm first made contact with her most sacred spot.

"Help Mommy," I heard her whisper as she guided my hand into her panties and over her mound.

"Anything for you, Mom," I said, moving my fingers slowly over her wet pussy lips.

Mom then whispered in my ear, guiding my fingers as to where to go, and in no time, I became a master at stimulating a woman's clit. I can't express how I felt, knowing it was my fingers that made her clit get so hard.

Faster and faster, we toyed with each other. While both our hips were rising and falling to each other's wicked touch. Then, as what cum I had left finally filled my mushroom head, I heard Mom wail loudly as her body shook, "Nnnn! Oh, God! Fuck! I'm... I'm... I'm coming!!!" Her snatch tightened around my fingers just as her hand tightened around my cock. I lost control myself and splattered my sperm all over her hand while she came on my fingers.

We lay there in silence, and then as fast as she entered my room, she left without saying a word.

In the morning, Mom was already at the kitchen table when I entered and had me take a seat.

"Listen, honey. I think we need to talk about last night."

"Sure thing, Mom."

"Honey, I know I must have shocked you, and I'm sorry for what I did."

I cut her off and said, "Mom... Please. It was great. I mean better than great."

"No, let me finish. It was wrong. So very, very wrong." She said and then continued with how she had a weak moment. Blaming it on the punch, missing Dad, and even how I made her feel inside after our first kiss.

"I know this is hard, baby. However, what we did has to be a one-time thing."

"I understand, Mom," I said, feeling my heart sink.

But all wasn't a total loss. My day at school had turned around when the girl I liked came up and asked me to go to the school dance with her. Without thinking, I agreed. It wasn't until I got home that I realized I didn't know shit about dancing.

So back to Mom, I went and explained what happened. Mom, of course, was happy for me and told me that she could teach me. So after dinner, that night Mom put on a short black dress and had me change into a pair of dress slacks. We met in the living room, and Mom put on a light melody that we could dance to. Taking my hands, Mom showed me where to put them, and we started off slowly. It felt very nice dancing with my mother, and I think she liked it also. I felt her rest her head on my shoulders and then move closer. Her breath tickled my neck as we swayed, and I could swear I heard a soft moan escape from her. Mom's hands drifted to my sides, and she pulled me until my groin was brushing against her mound as we rocked back and forth, causing my cock to grow once again. Mom cooed in my ear as her hands gently left my side and squeezed my ass, pushing me hard into her love nest.

"Oh... Mmmom..." I moaned, causing her to pause briefly before suddenly pulling away.

"Oh! Oh no! Not again! I can't. I mean, we have to..." She replied, obviously confused. "Okay... Okay," Mom said in a long sigh. "I... I think the dance lesson is over for the night."

"You sure, Mom?"

"Yes... Definitely yes," Mom replied before quickly turning away from me.

"Thanks, Mom," I yell as she dashed away to her bedroom.

Mom never came out of her room, and I went to sleep. However, like the previous night, I heard her enter and sit by my side. I laid on my side facing her and acted like I wasn't aware of her presence until I felt her hands lightly touch my shoulder and heard her say, "Jarid honey are you awake?"

Batting my eyes open, I caught sight of her evening wear. This time it was something even more revealing than before. It was a red lacy negligee that had her hard nipples pocking out through the material. My mouth watered as I spoke, "Yeah, Mom, what's up."

"Please forgive me," I heard before feeling her soft lips on mine. Harder and with more passion than before, we kissed while mom once again lay next to my side. Without any help, my hand wandered down to her panties, and I felt her whimper in my mouth when I eased them inside. Mom's fingers reached for my cock and jerked me off vigorously as I tickled her already-hard clit, causing her to moan even louder.

"Mmm. Ahhh. Ohh," Mom wailed as we continued with our forbidden foreplay, and I relished in how her hips would thrust her mound harder into my moving fingers when they brushed over her excited nub.

"Mmm. Oh yes! Oh god! Go Faster! Go faster!" Mom implored, and I quickened my pace while we locked in another very passionate kiss.

Twisting and stroking, rubbing and flickering, the faster I went, the wetter she got and the closer I moved to her. Just as the night before, I figured we were going to get each other off, except this time Mom broke our kiss and hoarsely said, "Put them in me, Jarid. Put your fingers inside!"

This was something new, but I did as she asked, and as I slipped two digits into her vaginal canal, I heard her wail loudly, "Oh yes... Oh god! Oh, they feel so good!"

Mom's hips started to buck, pushing my fingers deeper inside her womb, and she then hissed, "Fuck me, sweety. Fuck me with your fingers."

In and out, in and out, faster and quicker, I went until Mom's hips gyrated hard onto them. Moaning and whimpering, "Yes, just like that. Oh Yes! Oh Yes! Oh, honey! Mommy's so close. Keep going! Keep going! Faster baby! Faster!"

Her hand clutched on my tool, jerking feverishly on it now while I raced my fingers inside her sopping whole.  Loud squishing sounds filled the room along with the raw lustful tones our voices made, and I couldn't control my pending explosion.

 However, I lasted long enough to feel her cunt grip my digit as she thrashed around screaming, "Yesss! Oh yessss! OH GOD, YES!"

Boom! My cum let loose harder than it ever had before, sending shock waves throughout my body. Mom lovingly bit my shoulder as she rode out her own spasm.

The sounds of panting filled the darkness as we lay there in silence for about fifteen minutes before Mom rose and walked away.

Jesus. I thought. Realizing she left the same way she did the previous night without saying a word.

Come the following day; nothing was said as we ate our breakfast. As a matter of fact, Mom acted as if nothing ever happened. Although, in all fairness, I was truly fine with it since if this is how Mom needs to cope with what we shared, so be it.

But as the next night came, and I prepared myself for Mom's mysterious visit, it never happened. As a matter of fact, two weeks later and still no visit. I can't deny I missed her touch, but things at least were going great with the girl from school and me.

We even kissed outside the school a couple of times, and I felt confident enough to want to take things further. So when the night of the dance finally arrived, I felt a bit over-anxious. If dancing with her was anything like dancing with Mom, I was sure the night would end with me in her pants.

Mom helped me pick out a nice outfit and told me how handsome I looked.

I confessed my nervousness to her, and she very motherly hugged me and said I would do just fine.

She wasn't that far off. The dance went smoothly. Minus the part where the chaperones would make sure we kept a safe distance from each other. Mom forgot to tell me about that crap. I mean. How could I ever woo her into my loving arms? However, just before the dance was over, she whispered to me, "You want to make out in the car?"

"Hell yeah!" I expressed. So off to my vehicle we went. We started necking slowly, but after learning from Mom's reactions, I knew the girl was getting into it, so I increased the passion in our kisses. Just like Mom, I let our tongues dance together and heard the girl sigh between our lips. I took that as a sign and moved my hand to her breast, and she, in return, started to rub my tool.

Yes! I thought as I took my other hand and slipped it down to her pussy while she put her hand inside my trousers and stroked me off.

The girl broke the kiss and panted hard as I rub my hands over her chest and mound. Then as she brought me so close to cumming, she whispered shockingly out of the blue, "Eat me."

Huh? Oh no. I don't know this. But I couldn't stop. I was in uncharted waters as I slipped her panties down her thighs and moved my head closer to her pussy. This was the first time I had ever smelled the sweet aroma of a wet pussy, and I found it very intoxicating. Not knowing if I was doing this right, I used my fingering as an example and lightly ran my tongue over her clit. She whimpered, "Yes... That's it, Jarid. Just like that." That was all I needed to hear. Little by little, I flickered my tongue until her little bud grew hard like my mom's, and she was thrashing her snatch on my face.

"Oh fuck Jarid, I'm coming!" she screamed, pushing my head hard against her quivering cunt. Her juices covered my mouth, and now for the first time, I actually tasted a woman.

Sitting up, I wiped my mouth and kind of stupidly asked if she liked it.

Her reply of, "What do you think?" Made me realize how silly that was.

Suddenly behind me, I heard a loud rap on my car window and turned to see a chaperone yelling for us to get out.

"Shit!!" I said, trying to fix my clothes as the girl did the same.

The tongue lashing we both got when we exited the car was well worth it, I felt in the long run.

To tell you the truth, I can't even recall what the hell she actually told us. Something about your parents and not acceptable school behavior bla bla bla bla and then led the girl away by the arm, leaving me standing alone by my car.

Excited and happy, I drove quickly home. I couldn't wait to tell Mom how the night went.

I think it was apparent when I rushed into the house, barely able to contain myself.

Mom sat on the sofa, and I explained step by step how the events unfolded right up to the part where we went out to the car.

Mom was on the edge of her seat, and in a pleading voice said, "And... what happened next?"

"Well, Mom. We kissed and stuff." I felt a little guilty and embarrassed, but Mom wanted to know more, actually almost demanding me to continue.

"Really, Mom. I'm getting uncomfortable now."

Mom sighed and said it was alright. I knew that I disappointed her, but I really couldn't bring myself to telling her I ate a girl out. For some reason, it just felt like I was cheating on her.

Excusing myself, I got up and kissed her cheek and said, "I love you, Mom, and thanks for all your help. I really couldn't have done this without you."

Mom held my hand to her cheek and said, "Anything for my boy."

With that, I went into my bedroom.

A little disappointed with myself but still horny, I lay naked on top of the sheet and jerked off to the thought of the girl playing with my cock. It didn't take long before I felt my cum ready to explode, but just before I did, my door opened, and in strolled my mother completely nude!

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