My mom is not like any other mom on earth. She is my best friend and my cheerleader. She has a way of turning every awkward situation in my life into something beautiful and even sacred. It may seem unbelievable, and I'm not sure I can truly explain it or do her justice. You'll just have to read my story, and you'll see what I mean.
"How was school today, what class did you have?" mom asked me when a plopped myself down on the couch. She handed me a cold soda without my even asking.
"Sex ed," I said, bored, drinking my soda.
"You're taking sex ed at 18?" my mom asked incredulously.
"It's actually health class. I flunked it four years ago, that's why. I graduate when I finish this last class. We're on the sexual health chapter."
"I see," mom said excitedly. She was always excited about everything I did. "What did you learn about sexual health in class?" she asked with sudden interest.
I looked at her, trying to gauge if she was genuinely interested or just making small talk.
"Well, we learned that masturbation is healthy," I replied nonchalantly, taking another sip of my soda. "And," I added, "I'm supposed to study female sexual response and arousal, but it doesn't make any sense. The diagrams are complicated and I don't understand it. I'll probably fail the test on female orgasms and I'll probably never date in my life."
"Nonsense," mom said with a dismissive wave of her hand. "You're smart, you'll figure it out. And as for dating, you'll find someone when the time is right."
I closed my eyes and pinched the bridge of my nose, feeling a different kind of frustration growing within me. I had been celibate for my entire life, and while I knew that I was now an adult, I couldn't shake the feeling that I was missing out. "I don't know mom, girls are complicated. Even their girl parts are complicated. It's just so much to learn."
Mom smiled sympathetically and sat down next to me on the couch, looking at me with her big brown mom eyes and said, "let's take it one step at a time. Do you think you will pass the test on masturbation? You have that down, don't you, Pumpkin?" Mom's warm hand rested on my thigh, sending a jolt of electricity through me. I squirmed under her touch, feeling the warmth of her palm through my jeans.
"Yes, I understood the lecture on masturbation perfectly fine. Masturbation is pretty easy."
"Good," she said, leaning in close. "Are you sure you don't need to practice for the masturbation quiz?" she asked teasingly and winked at me one of her signature mom winks, trying to make light of the situation.
I laughed nervously, feeling my face heat up. I was embarrassed by how much I was thinking about sex, but I was also excited, just like I knew I was supposed to be. "You know they aren't going to quiz me on how to masturbate, you know that, right, mom? They're going to quiz me on sexual health and how masturbation is part of everyone's sexual health."
"Oh, that's nice," mom said smiling. "I like that. Everyone should masturbate. It makes you feel good, and you know, we all need to feel good time and again. You know how to masturbate, don't you Pumpkin?" She asked with a chuckle, squeezing my thigh affectionately.
"I know how to masturbate, yes," I said, trying to keep my cool. I shifted on the couch, feeling my jeans becoming tighter.
My heart was racing, and I couldn't believe what I was about to say.
"Well, if you really want to know, mom, I've been masturbating every night," I said, looking at her with a nervous smile.
Her eyes widened, and she leaned in even closer, barely an inch separating us. "You have? That's wonderful," she asked breathlessly.
"You know, I used to touch myself, too," my mom told me with a smile.
"But, you stopped? Why don't you now, Mom?" I asked.
"Oh, I don't know, Pumpkin," she said, still smiling, "I guess I just haven't thought about it for a long time."
"Well, maybe you should, Mom," I said, daringly.
I couldn't believe what I was suggesting. I knew it was wrong, but I couldn't help myself. The thought of my mom touching herself, of her feeling the same things I did when I touched myself, was unbearably hot.
Mom's cheeks flushed, and she looked away from me, her eyes distant. "Maybe I should, Pumpkin," she said quietly.
She turned back to me, her eyes full of desire. "You know what, Pumpkin," she said, her voice low. "You're right. I should."
"You should, mom." I replied, feeling brave suddenly. I didn't know where this was going, but I knew it was something I needed to see.
"Thanks, Pumpkin," she said, "it's so sweet that you suggested it."
There was an awkward pause and mom was smiling, as if she was thinking about pleasuring herself.
Wanting to break the silence, but not knowing what else to say, I said, "the textbook says girls can pleasure themselves with their fingers but they get more pleasure from using sex toys, like a dildo or a vibrator. Is that true?" I asked.
I was embarrassed but curious to hear my mother's response. I couldn't help but want to know more about the subject of female pleasure.
Mom shifted in her seat, as if becoming more comfortable, and said, "Yes, that's true. I've had much more intense orgasms when I've used a vibrator."
I swallowed hard, feeling my face grow hot as the thought of my own mother using a sex toy played in my mind. "Oh," I said, trying to keep my voice steady.
"Really? You have a vibrator?" I asked, trying to sound nonchalant, but my heart was beating a mile a minute.
"Yes, I do. It's nothing to be ashamed of, Pumpkin. It's just a tool for pleasure," mom explained. She seemed more confident and sure of herself now, speaking in a steady and low voice. "Would you like to see it, Pumpkin?" she asked with a mischievous smile.
"Y-yes," I stammered, my throat suddenly dry.
She stood up and walked towards the staircase leading to the bedrooms. I followed her, my heart pounding in my chest. I couldn't believe this was happening. I was about to see my own mother's vibrator.
She opened her bedroom door and motioned for me to follow her inside. Her room was painted in soft pink and white colors, with a huge, four-poster bed in the center of the room. She walked over to her bedside table and opened it.
I could feel my heart racing as I stood there, waiting for her to show me the vibrator. I was nervous, but also incredibly curious. I had never seen a sex toy before, let alone one that belonged to my own mother.
My mother turned around, holding a small, pink vibrator in her hand. She smiled at me and held it up for me to see. "This is my vibrator," she said, her voice low and sultry. "Would you like to see how it works?"
I nodded, unable to speak. I was in shock, but also incredibly turned on.
I felt a surge of lust coursing through my body as I stared at the sleek, pink vibrator in my mother's hand. She placed it on the bed and turned it on, letting it hum softly. "Would you like to touch it, Pumpkin?" she asked, her voice low and sensual.
"Y-yes," I stammered, taking a step closer to the bed. I reached out, feeling the smooth vibrator in my hand. It was warm and sleek, with a different shape than I expected.
A shiver of pleasure ran down my spine as I picked it up, turning it over in my hand. It was unlike anything I had ever felt before. "You like it?" mom asked, raising an eyebrow, her voice dripping with a lust I had never heard before.
My heart skipped a beat at the sound of her voice, a mix of the motherly tone I was used to and something new, something deeper and more sensual. "Yeah, it feels good vibrating in my hand even," I answered while secretly in awe of the fact that I was holding a vibrator that had been inside my own mother's pussy.
"I'm glad you like it. It's one of my favorite toys," she said, her voice low and seductive.
She turned off the vibrator and picked up a small remote that came with it. "Let me show you how it works."
She walked over to me and stood in front of me, the vibrator resting on her palm. She pushed a button on the remote and the vibrator hummed to life again, shuddering beneath my touch. Then she handed the remote to me.
"You try it, Jacob" she said and smiled.
I couldn't believe what I was about to do. I hesitated for a second but then I pushed the button. The vibrator started to hum and shake. My mother smirked as I pushed the button again. The vibrator's speed increased and the sound it made was becoming increasingly louder.
"Why does it need a remote, Mom?" I asked.
It was a genuine question but as soon as the words were out, I couldn't help but feel a blush rising to my cheeks. Mom laughed and took the remote back from me, her fingers brushing mine as we exchanged it. I couldn't help the way my heart leapt at the contact, but I tried to play it cool.
"So, you can control the vibrations according to your desires," she explained, still smiling. My eyes widened as I studied the buttons, unable to believe I was getting a crash course in female sexual pleasure from none other than my own mother. "Take it, Jacob. Have a little fun," she encouraged, handing me the remote. I hesitated at first, but I couldn't help but feel excitement begin to build deep within me. I took the remote and slowly moved my fingers over the surface, getting a feel for the buttons.
"The other thing you can do with it, I guess," she said, "is insert it and let someone else turn it on and off. Doesn't that sound fun?" she said, her voice dropping to an almost whisper.
I looked at her incredulously, my hand still frozen over the remote. "What do you mean?" I managed to ask.
Her eyes were dark and intense as she stepped closer to me, her body swaying slightly as she walked. "I mean, it's a fun way you could use the vibrator with the remote. You see this vibrator is small enough, I can insert it in my vagina and leave it there. Then, if someone were to press these buttons I'd get a jolt of pleasure suddenly. That's how that works, Pumpkin." I swallowed hard, feeling my cock twitch in my pants. "Have you ever tried it that way, Mom?" I couldn't believe I was asking her, but I couldn't help myself.
She shook her head. "No, sadly I haven't had a sexual partner for a long time, so I just used it by myself and even that I haven't done for awhile." Mom had a sad look when she said this.
