She softened, took his chin in her hand, kissed him sweetly on the lips, and said, "What I want is for you to put me in the mood first. I know this is just a lesson, but having you do things to me is a major first for me, for both of us, and I not only want it to be nice for us, but also to teach you how to make your girlfriend more receptive. Women like to be wooed and 'built', not just taken. What I would like you to do is what you did in Lesson-1: pamper me; pet to me; arouse me; and in the process, remove any clothes that are in your way. You don't have to do everything you did last time, but some caressing, kissing, boob play, and fingering would definitely put me in the mood, and then we can move on to the finer points of oral sex."
He smiled now he understood. "Sorry Mum. I'd love that," and he proceeded to do pretty much what he did last time.
She closed her eyes as he kissed her all over her face; moaned as he suckled on her breast; sighed as he lifted her bottom to remove her shorts; stiffened and grimaced as he fingered her.
She said, "That feels s-o-o-o good Jake, but don't make me cum right now or I might be in no state to continue the lesson."
"Okay, Mum," he said as he continued to mouth her breasts and nipples, and gently massage her vulva. "What do you want me to do next?"
"Kneel down in front of me," she said as she swivelled round on the couch so she was facing forwards, and opened her legs.
He did so, and his erection swelled as he had a close-up view of his mother's womanhood for the first time in his life. "Yes?" he enquired.
"As in everything else, you don't need to rush. Try kissing me from my left knee all the way up to my pussy and then down the other thigh to my right knee; then reverse your direction and kiss or lick your way back again. Do that a few times, not spending any significant amount of time on my pussy, until I say something like, 'You're teasing me' -- that's your cue to concentrate on my pussy lips, vaginal entrance, and clitoris. Wanna have a go?"
"You bet!" he answered enthusiastically, and put his mouth on her inner thigh just above her left knee.
She rested her back on the cushions of couch, closed her eyes, and alternately smiled sweetly, grimaced, or moaned softly, as he traced his way up and down each thigh, briefly brushing her womanhood with his lips or tongue as he passed over it.
"Oh, baby, that feels so wonderful, but you're teasing me. I want you to concentrate on my pussy now."
"You've got it, Mum," he said with enthusiasm as he put his head between the tops of her slim, sculptured thighs. "You'll have to guide me, Coach," he added, with a chuckle.
"Start by exploring me with the tip of your tongue -- find all the bits: the inner and outer lips, my clitoris, the entrance to my vagina; and play with them for a while. I'll let you use your imagination as to what you actually do with them all."
He smiled and then probed her labia with the tip of his tongue. She flinched slightly, not in discomfort, but because she found it hard to believe her son was doing this to her, and that she was enjoying it so much. Eyes closed, she sighed and rolled her head from side to side on the back of the couch as she felt him exploring her slit from top to bottom, and back again; finding her now erect clitoris and running his tongue all over it to determine its shape; sucking her labia one at a time into his mouth and then spitting them out again... and she positively moaned when she felt his tongue not only probing her vaginal entrance, but then slipping inside a centimetre or more.
"Oh, Jake, that is so good. Do you mind doing that to me?"
"I love it," he replied, "and you taste so good," and thus assured that she liked it, he redoubled his efforts, driving her crazy.
When she started to writhe more vigorously on the couch and was starting to utter nonsense words and phrases, she suddenly took his head in her hands and stopped him. He looked up in surprise and she said:
"I nearly came. If you want to see your mother come big time, slip two fingers inside as far as you can and massage the roof of my vagina while you keep doing what you've been doing with your tongue on my clitoris. You might feel a slight swelling or a patch of rougher skin there -- that's my G-spot. I'm on the brink and if you rub it for me I know I am going to climax in a major way."
He eagerly did as he was bid, listened with great satisfaction to the sounds of her arousal, and was turned on by the twitching of her six-pack tummy muscles ... and then she came! She had been strangling the corners of two cushions, one in each white-knuckled fist, gritting her teeth, stiffening her legs, and finally arching her back. She cried out in what he now knew was an explosive orgasm -- a big one as she had premised! The cushions flew across the room; her legs thrashed about, one kicking him of balance and onto his back on the floor; her stomach convulsed; she continued to make incoherent utterances; and even sobbed between aftershocks.
"You all right, Mum?" he said as he picked himself up.
"Oh yes, darling... your turn now ... put it in while I'm still coming," she replied between ragged breaths, and he wasted no time in kneeling between her open thighs, grasping her tiny butt to pull her forward, and entering her.
He thrust hard and fast for a few glorious moments, and then slowed to a stop. She looked at him in desperation, her every expression asking why? -- pleading with him to continue. He looked earnestly into her eyes and said:
"Mum, I love you," and then he started thrusting again, but slowly this time while they took in each other's facial expressions with strange fascination.
"Oh yes, my darling boy -- just like that!" she replied.
He continued his slow thrusting and she relished in not only the feel of it, but also the loving look in his eyes. Then he gradually accelerated and she put her head on his shoulder and hugged him tight. As they reached a crescendo they both cried out and came almost simultaneously.
After their mutual climaxes they continued to move their bodies slowly against each other, and occasionally one, or other, or both of them jerked, or twitched, in aftershock. After what seemed like an eternity, they eventually came back to earth, although he was still erect and deep inside her.
She said: "Jake, that was the best orgasm I've ever had, and all because it was with you my darling, darling boy."
"The best for me too," he replied, "but what would I know given my limited experience. I'm so blown away that an experienced woman like you feels the same."
"I do, I do, I do," she confirmed, and then kissed him ever so sweetly. Then in a loving, but slightly more maternal tone of voice she added, "Perhaps we should talk about this?"
"Sure Mum, but I hope you have no regrets -- I certainly don't. That was the best thing that ever happened to me."
"No regrets, my love," she replied. "If I died now, I'd die a very happy and fulfilled woman. However, it is one thing for a thirty-four year old woman to be basking in the afterglow of the best sexual and emotional experience she has ever had, but quite another thing for a handsome young man to be saying he feels the same way in these unique circumstances. I worry about messing up your mind -- first the negative experience with Cassie, and now you're saying you're hooked on your mother."
"Don't worry, Mum," he said in an unequivocally relaxed and confident way. "You've actually cured all my fears and inhibitions. I feel more together now than I ever have, before or after Cassie. C'mon, Mum, you've obviously got something on your mind so, yes, lets talk about it," he said as he slid out of her, despite her protests, and sat beside her, placing his arm around her shoulders.
