Practice

All characters are over the age of 18

Session 1

Beth let out a laugh at the request. "You want to practice.... um, making out.... with me?" She laughed again. Brian looked momentarily embarrassed. "It's just... I don't really have any practice. I'm not sure what to do."

Brian's mom looked at him quizzically. She was 38, and had had Brian at a young age. Beth stood at a short 5'1", with a slightly stocky athletic build. She had curly strawberry blonde hair, she wore glasses, and had large perky breasts. A bit of a hippy, Beth was what you would call a free spirit. Just the two of them, she would regularly wear her small nightgown around the house, or an over-sized t-shirt. She was not particularly modest.

She pondered the question from her son, whether she would let him practice kissing on her, (technically the request was making out) and pushed back another laugh. "Well, I suppose so...." was what she got out. A little weird, she thought, but what's the harm. Again, a free spirit.

Brian beamed. He was genuinely excited, not just for the opportunity to learn, but, well, for the chance to get close to his little stacked, hippy mom. He wondered what she would let him do, besides kiss her. He had said "making out", after all. Touch her, over her clothes? Kiss her places other than her mouth? How would she react if he tried to remove a layer of her clothes? He was curious, and got excited at the possibilities.

Later that evening, they had finished dinner and were sitting on the couch. Beth picked up her book, as Brian said "Maybe we can start practicing now?". Beth giggled. "Ok, now!" she laughed, setting her book down on the coffee table. Both moved closer to the other, and met in the middle of the couch.

Brian's eyes moved to her black skirt, and her grey blouse. She hadn't changed clothes since coming home from work. With her curly hair pulled back, glasses, and breasts filling up that blouse, she looked like the world's hottest little librarian. He wondered what was underneath.

"So, how would you like to start?" she asked, breaking his train of thought.

"I'm not sure..." Brian mumbled, truthfully.

"Ok here, take your hands and put them on my cheeks, like this," she said, moving his hands to her face. "Then bring your lips to mine," Beth said with a grin.

Brian did as he was told. He slowly moved towards her, until his lips made contact with hers. He left them there, enjoying the feeling. He could taste her lipstick, and smell her perfume. She pulled back.

"Good!" she exclaimed, with his hands still holding on to the sides of her face. "Now again, but give me a couple of quick pecks on the lips."

So he did. One, and then another, and then another. He didn't want to stop. She squealed. "Ok ok!" she laughed. "How did that feel?"

Fucking great, he thought to himself. "Um, good," he replied. "Can we do one more?" he asked sheepishly. He wanted to do it again, but to up the intimacy level this time.

"Sure!" his mom responded enthusiastically. Brian scooted closer to her, and this time wrapped his arms around her waist. "Very good!" she said, as his hands met at the base of her back. He pulled her closer, and touched his lips to hers. As he kissed her, he rubbed her back in small circles. He realized he wanted to feel her bare skin there, and began slowly pulling her shirt up out of the back of her skirt.

After a couple more pecks on her lips, the back of her blouse was freed from the inside of her skirt, and he indeed felt her bare skin, just above the waistline of her skirt. Her skin was warm to the touch. He again traced circles along the small of her back. Beth pulled back.

"Great!" she exclaimed, laughing again. "You're a natural." Brian left his hands there on her bare back. She momentarily brushed a strand of his hair out of his face as he tenderly caressed his mom's lower back. She wondered what he was doing, and then felt his hand begin to raise up her back, under her shirt. When it reached her bra strap, she reached behind her and grabbed his hand.

"Good job honey. I think that's enough practice," she said, releasing his hand and smoothing out the back of her shirt. Brian's brain, and other places, were on overdrive. He spent the rest of the evening thinking about kissing her while running his hand up to her bra strap. It had gone better than he had thought, and desperately wanted to do it again.

LESSON 2

Three days had passed. It was again in the evening, and Beth and Brian were watching a movie. Beth was wearing a loose cardigan sweater, and black leggings. She was laying lengthwise on the couch, with Brian at the far end. He was thinking about nothing but having another kissing session with his mom. Last time she had let him untuck her shirt from the back of her skirt, and let him run his hand up her back. He wondered what she would let him do the next time.

He looked at her laying on the couch, watching whatever silly comedy was on, and laughing. Her chest would wiggle and shake with each laugh. Brian had to adjust the tent he was pitching in his pants. Finally he decided to try something. "Mind if I move to that end?" he asked.

"Of course not," she replied, still watching the movie. Brian moved down the couch, to where he was laying parallel to his mom, with his head near hers. He adjusted his body to where she was now spooning against him. He put his hand on her right hip, and left it there, as he watched her chest rise and fall under her sweater.

Sweater, he thought. It was 80 degrees outside. As good as she looked in that, he had an idea. "Aren't you hot?" he said quietly. "You have so many layers on."

Still watching the movie, she responded "Not really, just the sweater."

"That's it?" he responded, trying to sound casual. His hand remained on her hip, and his eyes remained locked on her chest. "Just that?"

Her breasts shook as she laughed, and she finally turned her attention to Brian. "Well and what's underneath," she said with a giggle. "But you're right, it is a little hot in here. I think I may go change."

Brian's hand moved from her hip. "Oh that's ok.... let's just get you more comfortable here," he said, his mind again on overdrive. She watched his hand move up the side of her torso, until it reached the top button of her sweater. She squealed as he quickly unbuttoned the top button.

"You!" she laughed. His hands went to the next button, and after he had released that one, he could see what was underneath his mom's sweater: A white camisole top. She giggled and watched his hands as they released the remaining three buttons. He then took the two sides and separated them.

He released the material from his hands, and looked down at his mom. Her large breasts were framed perfectly in the little white top. She briefly sat up, and pulled the rest of the sweater off and tossed it on the floor. Beth laid back down on the couch, this time facing Brian and away from the tv. His eyes went to the cleavage that was now on display. "Mom, can we practice more now?" he asked, unable to wait any longer.

Another giggle from Brian's mom. "Sure honey," she said, as he wasted no time latching onto her lips with his. The gentle pecks on her lips were becoming full kisses now. He grabbed the back of her head and pushed slightly, making the kiss even more passionate. Her glasses bumped up against his forehead.

They were still in spooning position, and he could now feel her breasts pressing up against his chest. He repeated what he had done the other night, and ran his hands up the back of her shirt. This time he had free reign of her entire back, and she didn't stop him. His right hand began to travel downwards, and came to a stop when it was on her butt, over her skirt. He gave it a squeeze and she yelped.

"Hey that's my butt mister!" she teased. She quickly moved his hand. "Put that hand somewhere else!" she said with a laugh. Bad choice of words, Brian thought. He wanted to put it so many different places.

He kissed her again. And again. He noticed that the left strap of her top was now hanging off her shoulder. He took it in his hands, and then grasped the other one. He pulled back, holding both of the straps of his mom's top in his hands. "Are you wearing anything underneath this?" he asked, knowing the answer.

Beth squealed. "No mister, I'm not!". He pulled down on the straps, causing the top of her camisole to lower slightly. "Hey!" she protested again, as she looked down and saw more of her cleavage come into view. Brian was out of his mind horny now, and seeing her glass of wine on the table, got an idea.

Letting go of her straps, but leaving the top in place, he asked "Want a sip of your wine?"

"Ok!" she said enthusiastically. Brian reached over and grabbed the glass of white wine, and brought it to his mom's lips. She took a sip, and then Brian pulled the glass back, and tipped it over slightly. A few drops of wine landed on her neck, and dripped down into her cleavage.

Beth yelped again. "That's cold!" she protested, as Brian watched the wine settle into her cleavage, and then drift under her top. "You're full of it mister!" she yelled, while looking down her chest at her son holding the glass of wine. He tipped it over again, and it splashed down on her top. "Brian!" she yelled, as the wine was poured over most of her chest. He poured some more. The outlines of her nipples were becoming visible through the shirt.

"Oops," he said, as he finished off what was in the glass on his mom's chest. He sat down the empty glass and watched her large breasts heave up and down in a shirt that was now mostly wet. "Silly!" she yelled at him, playfully pushing him in the chest. He playfully returned the favor and pushed her in the middle of her chest, causing her to fall back into the couch. He was on her in an instant, pressing his lips to hers and feeling her wet little top against his chest.

His mouth moved from her lips, to her chin, to her neck, where he licked up the wine he had spilled. He moved further down, towards where her cleavage began. He licked there, between her tits, before lowering himself down to her belly.

He ran his tongue around her belly button, tasting her wine. His hands found the base of her top, and slowly started pushing it up. He watched more of her skin become exposed, before seeing the very base of her her milky white breasts. Her hands grabbed his.

"Ok, ok I give up!" she yelled, pushing him off. "That's enough for one night. I'm soaking wet!" she exclaimed, as she got up off the couch to go change.

Brian was in no condition to stand up at the moment, and wouldn't be for a long time. He had just taken off his mom's sweater, and poured wine all over her small top, making it nearly transparent. He was already planning for the next session, and what he could do to his hot little mom.

LESSON 3

Only one night later, and Beth was in bed for the evening reading. Brian had planned it this way, knowing what she wore to bed: A pink satin nightie, that snapped up the front, with matching satin shorts. Her tiny body looked amazing in that, and he wanted to see what she would let him do to it. Would she let him touch her over it while they were kissing? Would she let him touch her breasts? He got close the night before, and that was after soaking her shirt in wine.

He knocked at her door, and opened it. He didn't wait for permission, and hopped in bed next to her as she continued reading. "Hi honey," she said, absentmindedly. He looked at her thick muscular legs in the tiny pajama bottoms, and then at her pale skin, covered by a small satin top.

Without asking, he took her book from her and sat it down on the opposite side of the bed. He then took her reading glasses off of her face, and sat them down on top of the book. "I thought I could practice some before bed," he offered, as he guided his mom down, until she was laying flat on her back.

"Sure honey," she said. "I was about to go to sleep anyway. You can give me a goodnight kiss!" she laughed, as her son leaned over her.

"I love your nightie," he said, caressing the material between his fingers. He watched her heavy chest rise and fall underneath.

"Thank you," she said sweetly. His hands moved down to the waistline of her pajama bottoms. She squealed as he popped the band against her hip. "Stop it silly!".

Brian did it again. And again. He had an idea. "Can I ask a question?"

"Of course," Beth replied.

"When you wear these, do you... um... wear anything underneath?"

"Mister!" she yelled. "Not an appropriate question!", she said with a laugh and a slight push to her son, still leaning over her in bed.

"You do, or don't, wear panties under them?" he asked again, waiting for a sharp rebuke and a quick exit from her bed.

Still laughing, she said "None of your business!".

Brian played along. "Oh well I'll make it my business! Roll over."

"What??" she laughed, as Brian took her by her right shoulder, and rolled her over onto her stomach. The back of her satin pajama bottoms were riding up high, and he was already fairly certain that she had nothing on underneath. He knew what he wanted to do but didn't know if she would let him. "Let's find out," he said softly, "what's underneath."

He took a hold of the bottoms around the waistband. Beth meekly yelped again, and turned her head around to try to look. With his right hand he playfully pushed the back of her head down into her pillow. She squealed with laughter. "Last chance," he said, again grabbing her bottoms by the waist.

Brian didn't wait, and began pulling down. The crack of her ass came into view, and he paused. "Doesn't look like any panties to me...." he said, and then pulled down quickly, until her pajama bottoms were resting against her thighs. Her entire naked ass was now exposed to her son.

She made a new noise this time, one of shock and surprise. She turned around to look at her exposed ass. "You could have just told me you aren't wearing panties," he said, his eyes not leaving what he had exposed. "It's nice," he said, ogling his mom.

"Brian!" she yelled, with a smirk. "What are you doing?"

Her ass is perfect, he thought. Could he touch it? He didn't want to go too far and get kicked out. He took his index finger and placed it on the small of her back, and then began dragging it down. He hit the crack of her ass, and then brought it down more. He couldn't help himself, and brought his other hand up and grabbed a handful of her perfect ass. Then, a couple of light squeezes. It was perfectly shaped, and tight.

"Naughty girl, not wearing panties," he said to his mom, as he gave her a light spank on her bare ass. And another. And another. This was making him incredibly hard.

"Pull my pants back up right now mister!" she yelled at him, still smirking. Reluctantly, Brian finally did as he was told, and returned her pajama pants back to their original position. She rolled herself back over onto her back. He stayed hovering on top of her, supporting himself with his legs folded underneath him by her waist.

Brian thought to himself that he had never been this hard, and had never been this horny. He had just pulled down his mom's pants and caressed her ass. And had learned that there was no layer of protection under those pajama bottoms. He lowered himself down, lips just above hers.

"Can we practice now?" he said softly. She just giggled, which he took for a yes. He took her hand in his, and then the other, and placed them both above her head. "Ooh!" she said. "What's this?" with her hands now trapped above her.

Brian then put his lips on hers. For the first time he opened his mouth, as he felt himself trying not to stab her with his raging erection. He gently pushed his tongue into her mouth, and felt her tongue against his, as her breasts pressed up against his chest.

She broke off the kiss. "Wow you're a quick study!" she said, hands still trapped above her head. "A little bit more and then I'm going to bed." Brian kissed her again passionately, before pulling back himself. Another idea, as he looked down at her heaving breasts.

"Before you go to bed, you should probably take your bra off," Brian said, staring at her chest.

"Mister what is with you and my underwear!" she shouted, playfully messing up his hair. "That is my business and not yours." Brian knew where he wanted this to go. His hands left hers above her head, and moved to the top of her pajama top. He found the first snap, and pulled it apart. Her cleavage came spilling out immediately.

"Brian!" she yelled, moving her hands down from behind her head. Brian then pulled the material of the top tight against her breasts. "Oh," he said. "You're not wearing a bra." Her nipples were poking through the tight fabric.

"No, I'm not", she replied. Brian continued the pressure on her top. It looked like her large breasts might burst through her little satin top. He applied more pressure, and the bottom snap gave. It was now being held together in the middle by two snaps.

Beth looked down her torso at her top struggling to stay together, and her son with his hands on it. "Ok one more kiss," she offered, as his attention stayed on her semi-opened shirt. She grabbed him by his shirt and pulled him down to her, distracting him from trying to free her huge tits. She kissed him this time, as she felt his erection grinding into her pants.

He didn't care at this point. He was too horny. He was dry-humping his mom, into her little pajamas, while tonguing her mouth with his. He heard one of her remaining buttons on her top come loose, and broke off the kiss to look. It was now being held together, barely, by one snap in the middle. His hands moved to it.

Beth watched as her son took her one remaining snap in his fingers. He toyed with it, wondering if she would let him do it. He could rip open his mom's top right now, but that might be the end of this little game. He twirled the snap between his fingers, lifting it up and dropping it. As he did this, he continued grinding against his mother's pajama bottoms. He watched her barely covered boobs shake with each thrust of his cock against her.

That did it. Brian realized he was about to cum. He buried his face into her neck, as he felt his orgasm building. He was frantically humping against her now, and kissing up and down her neck. After a few more pumps against her, Brian had the most explosive orgasm of his life, into his pants. He kissed her neck, and then her ear, and then her lips, all while streams of cum filled up his pants.

When he had finally finished cumming, he pulled up and looked at her beneath him. Shirt partially off, and pajama bottoms riding up and barely covering her. He had underwear full of cum, and needed to clean himself up.

She gently pushed him off. "Ok that's it for tonight buddy. Out!" she said teasingly, covering herself up. He wondered if she knew what had happened. But he himself couldn't believe it had happened. He had dry-humped his mom in her pajamas until he came. And had gotten most of her shirt off. This was going better than he ever imagined.

LESSON 4

It was the next night, and Beth and Brian were coming home from dinner. It was dark out, and they had been stuck in traffic for about 20 minutes. There was a big wreck somewhere ahead, and they weren't going anywhere for awhile. Brian was going to try to have another practice session when they got home, but now had other ideas.

"Hey," he said, struck by inspiration. "Maybe we could practice now?" She gave him a surprised look. "Here? In the car, with people around?"

Brian responded by unlatching his seat belt, and then unlatching hers. He leaned in and took her face in his hands. "Sure," he said, before putting his lips on hers yet again. This time his tongue shot into her mouth immediately. He played briefly with her curly hair, before letting his hands drift down her sides. He felt the swell of her breasts, before letting his hands stop on her hips.