Cole's Lessons

Just lovely.

The mother of 2 sat motionless on the couch, covered with the fuzzy blanket, slightly sweaty from her "moments ago" sexual coupling with her son and with a very sizeable deposit of his sperm still swimming at the gates to her womb, where her cervix has exactly zero chance of stopping anything from happening. Her daughter, Chloe, sat at her feet, holding her mother's legs on her lap under the same blanket. With her brother's jockstrap in her hand, she passed it to her mother.

"Tell you what, Mom. I need to change out of these clothes into something more comfortable. We have a bit to discuss, you and I. You hold this, and I'll be right back."

She added with a grin and pinched her mother's cheek as her mother so often did hers, her voice mixed with some sarcasm. "Now, don't you go anywhere just yet."

2 minutes later, Chloe returned. A loose tank top and summer shorts were in place, and she assumed the same position, lifting her mother's strappy heels onto her lap and covering her legs on top of hers with the blanket.

"So, Mom, may I please have that back?" Chloe extended her hand, and Kim sheepishly produced the lipstick-stained garment from under the covers back into her hand.

"Chloe, listen, what you saw..." But Chloe was quick to interrupt her. "What I saw, mother, was a man, my brother, pleasuring a woman, my mother, in the most sexual of manners. Let's start there, shall we?" Her countenance was somewhere between angry, surprised, and, well, more angry.

"Earlier I asked you to explain what I saw this morning, Mom. Pretty sure we're past needing to do that now, don't you think?"

Lying on her back, Kim turned her head to the side, absentmindedly gazing out the big bay window to the yard and the woods beyond it. "Yes, Chloe, we certainly are."

Silence.

Chloe stared at the jockstrap in her lap, her hands mindlessly exploring the fabric and texture.

"Why Cole, Mom? Did you seduce him, or did he seduce you? For how long? When did this start? And for crying out loud, why is your lipstick on his jockstrap? You know what? I don't want to know. I'm actually sorry. I know what I do now."

Endless silence.

Kim watched Chloe process her emotions along with her logic. It was atypical for a 3rd-year college student of psychology to be so much at a loss for words, especially her. She saw the crinkled brow, the genuine concern, and the curiosity of wanting to know more, but also the fear about actually knowing more. Kim decided to break the silence.

"It's how he smells, Chloe."

Chloe couldn't process this. She stopped, stared out the window at the fading sunlight now turning evening, and after a few more moments of thought, decided she didn't understand that.

"What are you talking about? How does he smell? Why is that important here at all?"

"Look, Chloe, I'm not going to try to explain it to you, but I am going to answer your questions, and the answer to that last one is--it's how he smells."

"How he smells. That's it. Really?"

"Yes, sweetie. Really."

Chloe turned to her left to face her on the couch, pulling her left leg up under her mother's in the process, and put her left arm on the couch back, leaning over her a bit. "You're telling me how Cole smells--my brother--how he smells--is the reason why you and he were having sex? Mom, how the fuck does that compute?" Her eyebrows furrowed deeper, and she was genuinely feeling as though this was just a big line of BS from her mother.

Kim lowered her voice. "You're not a child, Chloe. And I'm pretty sure you're aware that everyone has their 'thing,' as it were. You may not like it, but I can tell you some things about the opposite sex that throw your logical train off the track and jumpstart your sexual engine."

"Mom. Whatever. I'm really concerned here. I know you and Dad are trying to get pregnant. I know you're not on the pill, and with Dad's age, I know there must be some challenges, but--WHAT THE FUCK?" Chloe held the jockstrap up between them and raised the lipstick smudge into the light.

Kim bit her bottom lip; she stared at her daughter and raised her eyebrows.

More silence. Chloe turned back, straightening her legs and smoothing out the blanket.

Her voice was a whisper. "Well, here's what I know. We got home. Doors locked. Now I know why, I guess. I couldn't see into the house, so I went to the side door hoping to see someone and get in, but then I saw him."

"Chloe, I'm sorry you saw that."

Chloe giggled to herself, then raised her head to stare at the ceiling. "I thought he was just masturbating, but then my eyes adjusted, and I saw him pumping away, and, Jesus, Mom. That was you."

"Um, yes, Chloe. I know."

"You need to talk now, Mom. I've got to process this somehow. Why Cole? Why now? What are you going to tell Dad?"

"Chloe, dear, stop." Kim's eyes pierced through her daughter's psyche. "I love your father. I love you. I love Cole. But this, well, Chloe, this happened. Again, I'm very sorry you had to see that."

More silence.

"And the answer to your other question today is 'yes.'" Kim was being coy. Chloe may be shocked, but she's not "in shock," and she's a heck of a lot smarter and more experienced than this.

"What? What other question?"

Kim's eyes turned bright as she stared directly at her daughter. "Your brother IS a heavy cummer, Chloe." Kim winked at her.

Chloe's face softened, and she laughed out loud. "OH, my fucking God, are you kidding me, Mom?" Chloe was laughing now, all those bundled emotions getting some kind of good outlet.

"Oh, yes, daughter of mine, trust me, I know." Kim smiled openly. Chloe's face went flat, and her voice whispered out to her mom on the couch. "Oh, my God. Mom. Are you? Are you serious? Right now? Are you seriously lying out here like that right now with all that in you still?"

"Uh, yes, dear. I actually am. The problem is, I have my daughter at my feet and my husband upstairs, so, you know, I kind of have to sit tight for a bit and just keep my knees together, if you know what I mean."

Chloe smirked. "Holy fuck, Mom. Are you TRYING to get pregnant with Cole? What the fuck?"

Kim's face was a soft blush. "Chloe, dear, it's a bit more complicated than that."

"Uh, no, Mom, it isn't." Chloe was a full-on psychologist now. "You're having sex with my brother. Your son. You're not on the pill, and I KNOW Cole wasn't wearing a condom, so--you're pretty much trying to get pregnant with his child."

The commentary made Kim blush deeply, and Chloe caught it. "It's pretty much that simple, Mom. Just admit it."

Kim exhaled deeply, the gravity of her daughter's words sinking in. She was right. No need to make this any more complex than that.

"No, Chloe, you're right. You're right."

Chloe paused. Not often did her mother admit she was wrong and her daughter was right, so it took a hot minute to sink in.

"Why his jockstrap, Mom? What's up with that?"

For the next few minutes, the mother explained the events of the past few days to her daughter as she sat listening, enraptured, her mother's feet still on her lap under the covers. By the end of it all, Chloe was squirming in her seat. Her mother recounted most every detail, save a few, of how she ended up face-down in her son's jockstrap, entirely accidentally, and how this was, unfortunately, her fetish, just repressed for oh-so-many years.

Chloe listened without interrupting. She was processing uncomfortable thoughts and no small amount of emotion as her mother related the length and girth of her brother's erection to her, especially in light of his lipstick fetish. How it started out as a small lesson about how to connect better--sexually--with his intended, Nancy, and how one small incident led to another until she was eventually hanging gaping-mouthed onto the sofa with her son vigorously satisfying her from behind with his entire length until he once again spilled his seed into her most private of places.

Kim finished speaking and waited for her daughter to respond.

Chloe idly passed the jockstrap between her hands, staring down into it.

"This thing caused all that?"

"Again, Chloe, I don't expect you to understand it, but I am telling you the truth."

"No shit?"

Kim saw an opening and took it. "No shit, Sherlock. That thing will change your perspective in a heartbeat."

"This?" Chloe held it up in her hands.

"Chloe, darling, it probably doesn't mean anything to you, but for me, how that smells, it's like a lightning bolt through my brain. I'm ashamed to admit it, but it's true, and if you don't believe me, well, try it." Kim had issued the dare, uncertain if it would be a way out or a way in.

"Oh, no. Gross. Not for me, Mom, sorry."

"O.k., Chloe, but please don't judge me if you haven't walked in my shoes." It was her favorite expression with Chloe over the years, and she knew it would strike a nerve either way. "After all, you probably don't know a THING about how a guy smells there anyway, do you, Ms. Prim and Proper?"

Chloe grasped the material, examining it more closely. She turned to her left to see her mother staring at her. "Uh, no. I mean, yes. I mean, well, you know, I just, um..."

Kim cut her off as she backtracked in circles, mentally and verbally. "It's o.k. You don't have to if you don't want to, Chloe. I said it's my thing. It doesn't have to be yours.

"I'm not afraid to, Mom; I just, uh...you know, Cole's my brother, right? Can I do this with that from him?" It was phrased as a question, and Kim caught it completely.

"Honey, it's o.k. if it makes you uncomfortable. After all, I am your mother, but given what I've just told you, well, you know. It's o.k. if you don't. Really."

Curiosity got the better of her. Chloe slowly raised the garment up as the first scent of its warm odors caught her off guard, still several inches from her nose. "Ugh--no way, Mom. Sorry, just--no."

"Oh, o.k., Chloe. No worries. Um, may I have those, please?"

Chloe saw her mother's hand appear out from under the covers and extend to her. She gripped the garment tighter and turned away out of a mother-daughter competition that probably extends a few hundred thousand years. That old you-want-it-so-I'm-not-going-to-give-it-to-you"

"Hang on. I, I just need a moment, I guess. You know, maybe..." Chloe turned the jockstrap over, and the inside of the cup shone up at her, shiny and wet still. "Is that, ummm?" She again lifted it to her face, only this time, she kept her nose closed as the garment approached. When it was within an inch, she looked sideways at her mom, her eyes claiming her braveness.

"Uh, Chloe, dear, you'd actually have to breathe to smell it." Kim had a half-smirk for the fact.

"Chloe's eyes returned forward, and she gingerly allowed the garment to approach her as her nostrils flared slightly and she inhaled the very slightest she could. Kim was staring at her daughter. In the few moments that passed in silence, Kim watched as Chloe's eyes glazed over, her face flushed a deep red, and glancing down, watched her nipples tent the fabric of her tank top through her light bra.

The mother also noticed that her daughter did not remove the cup from her nose. Instead, she exhaled through her mouth. This had the unintended effect of further warming the cloth, and when Chloe breathed in again, she had her eyes closed and the fabric pressing into her nose.

"Holy fuck."

"This is Cole?"

"Thought you said it was gross?" Kim was half smiling, half smirking, in that 'got you' voice.

"I did not. I, uh...well, you know. I'm not a VIRGIN, Mom."

"Uh huh." Neither am I, Chloe."

Chloe's head was spinning. Her mother's story connected with the smell in the cloth at her nose, and suddenly, her lips--her 'other' lips--were uncomfortable. She reached down to 'adjust' them. Kim noticed. She smiled openly. Apple from the tree, etc.

"Yeah, I know, Chloe. Me, too."

Chloe pulled the blanket from her left side, opening it slightly and sliding to her left, down, and against her mother underneath, the jockstrap still pressed to her nose. "Holy shitbells, Mom. Wow." She inhaled again as her mother's right arm nestled under her neck and head on top of it. Confident the mental alarms were finally off, Kim reached her left hand to her daughter's face to touch the fabric softly.

"And this is AFTER I, uh, well, you know. Stuff."

Chloe giggled. At 20, she was experienced, but not THAT experienced with guys, sex, etc., and certainly nowhere near her mother's level. "Shut the front door, Mom; what the hell is here?" Chloe couldn't pull it away from her nose now; she was rolling the fabric and bringing it back to her face. Kim looked down at her daughter's form half outside of the covers with her, watched her wriggle and twist next to her, watched her face continue to brighten with a mixture of wonder and excitement, and decided to up the ante.

"If you think that's something, Chloe, you should smell what goes in it." Chloe opened her eyes and stared into her mom's next to her.

"What? What else?"

"Chloe. Stop. Give me those." Chloe handed them to her.

"Now, close your eyes." Her daughter complied, relaxing her head in her mother's arm.

"Open your mouth, Chloe." Chloe flushed red again, half knowing, half surprised at what might come of this. She parted her lips, breathed in deeply, and held it in her.

"Wider, Chloe." Her daughter's mouth half-opened as her jaw dropped slightly. Kim set the jockstrap on her daughter's chest, rolling it until the bottom of the cup was up, and twisted the material behind it until it formed a sort of squarish roll with that portion facing out.

"Trust me?" Chloe nodded her assent. "Good girl. Now do exactly as I say, o.k.? Stick out your tongue and be patient." Kim lifted the material as her daughter's tongue extended and pressed the musky wet cup onto it. She could smell her son's scent just from being so close but focused on her daughter's experience. Chloe flinched, now realizing what her mother was up to, but held still. Kim pressed the fabric into her mouth. "Take it in, Chloe. Taste this for me."

Chloe wasn't breathing as she allowed her mother to push more of the fabric into her mouth as her tongue followed. Satisfied that she had enough, at least, Kim lowered her mouth to her daughter's left ear and whispered.

"Breathe out through your nose, Chloe." The long breath out emptied her lungs.

"Now, breathe in through your mouth, young lady. I want you to taste this."

Chloe inhaled through her mouth, eyes screwed tightly shut, but stopped halfway. Cole's pheromones coated her tongue, permeating her senses, and when that taste hit her brainstem, his sister's body responded in a way no one expected.

"Umph, FUHHHK Meeeeeee." Kim was watching her daughter lose control. The nipples that were only slightly tented now threatened to tear a hole in the tank top, and Chloe's hands jumped to her breasts to soothe the nerves so rawly manipulated by her mother's actions here. Kim watched her squeeze her tender globes, nearly the same size as her own, but much more firmly atop her body, and saw Chloe's knees bend and twist to soothe the clit that was clearly being pumped up beneath her shorts.

Kim smiled at her. She was gazing at her daughter's reaction, knowing how much that taste and smell would drive her sexually. Again, an apple from the tree, and Mom knew it. While Chloe was in the throes of a sexual mental overdrive, Kim's left hand snuck under the blanket onto Chloe's abdomen and gently pushed under her loose bra to push her daughter's hand away as she replaced it with her own, now deliciously attached to the hot, swollen orb, her fingers pulling the nipples just enough to heighten her daughter's response further.

Chloe was panting now, sucking at the cloth feverishly, but opened her mouth enough to talk beyond it.

"Mom. MOM. I'm not. Don't. I mean. Fuck. Wait." Kim was gently caressing her breast as she turned on her side to face her.

"Don't worry, Chloe. I'm not either, but I know what you're feeling, and I know how good this feels right now. Let me." She hadn't released her breast. Chloe's right hand reached up to the jockstrap and pushed it into her mouth farther. Her mother could see the urgency as her daughter began squirming next to her.

"Do you trust me still, Chloe?" Kim's lipstick-covered lips were still in Chloe's left ear.

"Yes. O.k. Fuck. Yes, Mom."

"Give me those, please." Chloe was panting now, her entire body on fire, but relented, pulling the jockstrap from her mouth and holding it up over her chest for her mother. Kim's hand exited under the bra, noticing the front snap, and reaching up, accepted the jockstrap from her daughter's warm, shaking hand.

"Mom, what the fuck? How..." Kim interrupted her.

"Sssshhh, Chloe. Relax, okay? Close your eyes and wait a moment."

The garment in her left hand, Kim saw her daughter close her eyes as her arm exited from under her head, and pushing on her right elbow, Kim gently lifted herself onto her right side. As she did, she snuck the jockstrap under the covers, making sure the cup was in her palm facing out and spreading her legs as she kneeled up, covering her labia.

All Kim had to do was relax her body. The motion let all of Cole's sperm flow effortlessly out of her. She felt the warmth descend, coating her vaginal walls, slipping along them as her inner lips heated up first, then her outer labia, until she felt her hand holding the material warm from what felt like a gallon but was only a few teaspoons of her son's cum. The fabric drank it in, and she folded it onto itself, fully embedding her and Cole's juices into it.

Kim's brain was back on her taboo. Chloe felt herself lift herself up for the act, but with her eyes closed, she knew not what was approaching.

"Mom?" She wanted to know what was next but kept her eyes softly shut as the question flowed out of her innocence.

"Open, Chloe." As her mouth parted again, this time wider, Kim held the garment above it loosely in her hand as she perched on her knees, her left hand back on her own sex to ebb the flow of liquid as best she could.

"Wait for it." A long, slender tendril of sperm began a slow, sinking descent from Kim's hand. She watched, wide-eyed, with more than enough time to adjust it to her target. "Stick your tongue out, Chloe."

Knowing no better, Chloe did so just as the small tendril became a larger one, nearly four inches long. As the drop at the end touched her tongue, Kim lowered her hand, easily quadrupling the volume into her daughter's mouth.

Chloe felt the warmth, and as Kim pulled her hand away, she drew the precious liquid into her mouth and let its taste coat her tongue. "Mom? Is that...?"

"Open again, please." When she did, Chloe's mother pressed the densely soaked garment into her daughter's mouth. Chloe accepted it, closed her mouth, and didn't breathe. Kim lay back with her on her right side, her mouth just at Chloe's shoulder. Her voice was a whisper again.

"When you're ready, Chloe. Tell me how your brother's cum tastes."

Chloe didn't have to suck; the sperm-laden garment easily gave up its content in her mouth from the simple weight of the fabric being pressed down on her tongue. Chloe swallowed, inhaling deeply, and her nervous system took over her senses.

Kim knew what was going to happen. As she watched her daughter's body react to the forbidden taste of the thick, rich cum, she removed her left hand to reach up and gently pull down Chloe's tank top and unsnap her bra in front. Chloe's hand registered the motion, and as Kim pulled the right cup aside, Chloe's right hand landed on her breast and literally groped it up and in. Her orgasm flowed so easily. It began with the same slow roll that her mother has, and while she "could" stop it if she was so inclined, she was not.