I didn’t take the stairs two at a time, but when I got to Mom’s bedroom I found her sitting on the edge of the bed clad only in her birthday suit with her hands clasped and resting on her knees. Her head was down, but she raised it and smiled as I entered the room.
“I want you to know that what we had downstairs just a short time ago was one of the most wonderful things that has ever happened to me. I want it to continue as long as you are happy, but I have a confession to make before we go any further.” Her head was bowed again as if she was ashamed or embarrassed.
“Mom,” I began, “I mean Becky, what is wrong? Did I do something that . . .”
“Oh no, Jeff,” she interjected. “Everything you did was absolutely marvelous. It’s what I haven’t done that is the problem.”
“I don’t understand. What . . .?”
“Your dad and I were married for a long time, but we never once made love with the intensity or passion that you and I enjoyed earlier today. That’s what I always wanted in a sexual relationship, but your father used me more as a masturbating tool than he did as a lover. He used to crawl on about once a week, pump away until he shot off, and then he would roll over and go to sleep. I can’t be too harsh on him though. He helped me start your life, and I am eternally grateful for that. I’ve always been proud of you, and now I am especially glad you are in my life.”
“That’s all great, Becky, but why the sad face?”
“I am a forty year old woman, and I don’t know the first thing about making love to a man. We just had a dynamite engagement, and my heart is still pounding. That’s a first for me. And you, my son, have probably gained more experience in that department than I ever will.”
“That’s where you are wrong, love. I will be more than happy to show you everything I know about fucking. Excuse me for not using the usual trite expression of making love, but you are actually the only woman I have ever loved, and I would just as soon it stayed that way.”
“You’re sweet, Jeff,” she said with a hint of tears in her eyes. “Would you be willing to take the time out of your busy life to teach your old mother a thing or two?”
“Absolutely not,” I stated adamantly, “but I look forward to taking the beautiful woman sitting next to me under my wing and teaching her what little I do know. Then we will learn whatever else it takes to fill our sexual desires together as we go along. Deal?”
I placed my arm around her shoulders, leaned her back on the bed, and kissed her passionately. She responded magnificently, and when we broke free from our embrace we were both breathing noticeably heavy, but she managed to utter, “It’s a deal.”
Naturally, my unruly cock was beginning to swell again, and we could both feel it creeping along her thigh. I leaned down and sucked a nipple into my mouth causing her to sigh openly. She reached for my growing pecker.
“Want me to take care of this?” she asked with a mischievous glint in her eyes,
“Yes, I do, young lady, but school starts now.”
“What do I do professor?” she asked with obvious excitement in her voice.
“Every good fuck session starts with foreplay. In our case for the moment, it looks like both of us are ready at all times without intentional encouragement, but we should do everything we can to make our love sessions as satisfying as possible.”
“I love the way you talk, Mister. Please go on.” She was fondling my hard on as she spoke.
“A standard first step is for you to get me hard and then suck my cock until I have an orgasm. If that turns you off . . .”
“I want to, Jeff. Show me what to do,” Her grip tightened on my pecker.
I maneuvered her around to kneel between my legs, and then I coaxed her to take my cock in her mouth. She was an exceedingly willing and excellent student.
“Now pretend it’s a Popsicle. Suck it.”
She hesitated in the beginning, but once she adjusted to a piece of live meat in her mouth, she actually began to enjoy it. She sucked harder while running her mouth up and down my shaft, and even took hold of the shank with a free hand. This woman was a natural.
I tried the best I could to fondle her breasts while she was engaged in her cock sucking chores, but it was immediately obvious that she needed no encouragement. She decided on her own that caressing my balls would contribute to the ritual so she clutched them a little too firmly at first, but relaxed her grip when I caught her hand.
I used the top of my foot to massage her pussy while she worked on my dick. She moaned sensually as I rubbed her crotch. I could tell that all of this foreplay was totally new to her, and it filled me with pride to know that I was the one chosen to introduce her to the niceties of sex.
Then suddenly I realized that this novice cocksucker had brought me to the brink of climax in record time. Instinctively, I extracted my joint from her mouth at the very moment my sperm began to spurt wildly and landing mostly on her breast and upper chest. She watched wide-eyed as this scene unfolded before her, and then she giggled.
“Did I do that?” she asked coyly.
“Yes you did, and it was a fantastic job as well. Are you sure you haven’t done this before?” I was joking, but she answered me sheepishly.
“Once when I was in college, but it was a total disaster. My date got so excited that he shot off before I got his thing in my mouth, so I ended up sucking his dying erection all the way to limp city. The feel of a cock in my mouth excited me, but that was my last opportunity until now,” she confessed, “but that backseat episode didn’t at all compare with what we just had. As long as it’s with you, I’m ready to suck you dry anytime.” Her smile convinced me she was sincere.
“I’m glad to hear that, Becky. Now it’s my turn.” I helped her to her feet, and helped her get settled on the edge of the bed. I lay her back on the mattress and with my most engaging smile I said, “Spread wide.”
“What are you going to do?” she asked but not before spreading her legs wide.
“I’m going to eat your pussy until you spray me with your juices,” I said with a hint of pride in my remark. I raised her legs and placed one on each of my shoulders before I knelt and prepared to gobble her goodies. I was in no hurry. I started by kissing her inner thighs lightly while keeping my lips in contact with the soft white skin as I went from one location to the next. I could see her skin quiver, and I could hear her moan as I advanced toward her crotch.
