Sex Ed with Mom

Hello, Reader. This story is a bit different form my other ones. There is no casual buildup, nor growing tension. I am throwing you right into the middle of a long, steamy mother-son fuck-fest.

All characters are over 18, and please forgive any grammatical errors.

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Chelsea, the petite blonde mother, gyrated her hips on top of her lover, her hanging hair covering his and her face like golden curtains.

"Hmmmmmmm!" she moaned wantonly. Her brilliant hazel eyes were closed to the world, her mind focused on the wonderful sensations in her pussy, all thanks to the thick dick spreading her tight walls apart. The MILF sat still for a moment while her pussy clenched around the pulsing shaft of meat, her hips sporadically jerking when peaks of pleasure passed through her.

Trembling, Chelsea pushed a few damp strands of hair away from her flushed face and smiled lazily down at her sex partner.

"Fuck, Mom," Jimmy said in awe. "You look so sexy when you cum." He squeezed his mother's wide hips, gently pushing her back and forth along his lap, stimulating his own cock deep inside the warm, grippy depths of her mommy-pussy.

Chelsea bit her lip, frowning. She wanted to reprimand her son for his language, but she'd just had an excellent cum and did not feel like spending the energy to scold him when she was feeling so good. However, she did not have to.

Jimmy blushed once he saw his mother's familiar expression of disapproval. "Sorry! I meant heck.

Heck

you look so sexy when you cum... and pretty. But you always look so pretty... It's kind of awesome, Mom."

Chelsea's frown turned into a brilliant smile; she beamed down at her son, so proud of him. The mother squeezed her cunt around his long length, giddy when he winced in pleasure; she felt him twitch and throb inside of her. "Thank you, pumpkin," she purred. She leaned forward, letting her nipples scrape Jimmy's chest, then languidly rocked on top of him, her tits gently swinging.

-

Sometimes Chelsea couldn't believe that her relationship with her son had come so far. She told herself that she had never intended it to - that things had

"just sort of happened,"

which conveniently ignored the wellspring of taboo desire she'd harboured for so long. However, despite her persistent flirtation with denial, Chelsea could admit that she was very pleased with the result.

It had all started months ago. Mere weeks after her boy Jimmy had turned eighteen, he'd had Health Class Week scheduled at school. Being very religious, Chelsea had always pulled her children out of school to teach them about the birds and the bees herself. She did not trust the education system to teach the truth about procreation and love. The mother had heard enough about the political agendas that were worming their way into schools, and she'd always wanted her little ones to know the truth as God had laid it out.

"Mooooom," Jimmy had whined to her when she'd laid down the law. "I already know about... sex and stuff. You already taught me. Why do I have to stay home for a week?"

"Well, mister

sexologist,

" she'd replied, "you are staying home for a week because that is how long the school has decided to feed you and your classmates the devil's lies... do not you roll your eyes at me, James Bywater!"

James had flushed at that. "Sorry, Mom," he had mumbled, kicking his feet. "Just... I'm not gonna get to see my friends for a whole week!"

Chelsea's heart had softened at that, despite her son's insolent eye-roll. The fact that he had recently became an adult had not changed that he was still her little boy in so many ways, just wanting to spend time with friends.

"Aw Jimmy... It's only a week. It will be over before you know it -- and besides, you can see your friends after school. Jason only lives a few blocks away. Or do you really dread spending time with your mother that much?"

Jimmy had kicked at the floor petulantly. "No, Mom. You know that I love you. And yeah, I guess I can see J after school. But what are you gonna teach me? It's not like we haven't talked about...

it

before."

Chelsea had been stumped at that for a moment. "Well... since I've already taught you about sex, why don't you tell me what the school teaches your classmates, and Mommy will see what is right and what needs correcting."

"Ummmm. Well, I've never been to the classes, obviously, but apparently, they always stress the importance of condoms."

Chelsea had already been slowly shaking her head before Jimmy had even finished saying the word 'condoms.' She'd nevertheless started her reply slowly, thinking of STDs spreading rampantly amongst the youth. "Mommy understands why the school thinks condoms are good for students, but condoms, like any form of contraception, are a sin, James." She had made sure that she'd been holding strong eye contact with her son as she'd impressed that upon him. He had shifted uncomfortably, but he had held her gaze.

"Why?" he'd asked uncertainly. "Don't condoms protect you from, like, STDs and getting pregnant?"

Chelsea had nodded her head in agreement while keeping her voice firm, her gaze serious and steady. "Protection from STDs is the only good thing condoms do, sweetie. STDs are terrible, and ruin lives, but really, you should not be having sex with people you do not trust -- especially if you don't know they are clean. So, really, you should not need a condom to protect you from STDs because you will NOT be having sex with people who have them."

"Ummm, right, Mom. Only people I trust."

"Exactly," said Chelsea, feeling momentarily mollified.

"But why are contraceptives a sin?"

"Well sweetie... what is the point of sex -- from your perspective."

"Ugh... to make babies... I guess. But I think most people do it for... for fun, really. Not everyone wants a baby." Jimmy had shifted uncomfortably in his seat. "I'd say that most people having sex don't want a baby." Jimmy had scratched his dirty blonde head, feeling awkward when his mom had gently shaken her golden locks in understanding disapproval.

"You are correct, pumpkin. The point of sex is to make babies... aaaand to feel good, but the two of those things go hand in hand! One cannot be separate from the other. Sex

feels

good because God made it that way so that we could multiply, and we are happy to multiply because it feels good to have a large family filled with loved ones. And, yes, it does... ahem..." Chelsea had coughed to cover up her embarrassment before continuing on. "... it does feel particularly good when you are

making

that large family." Even though she had been prepared for the conversation, talking about sex with her son so explicitly had elicited a blush from the prim mother.

"

So

... sex is all about making babies?"

Chelsea had swayed her head from side to side, as if indecisive. "Well, yes and no. All sex is going to have some risk of pregnancy, and you should

never

have sex unless you are willing to have a baby!"

Chelsea had then halted for a moment, pointed a stern finger at her son. He had nodded emphatically, so she had carried on after brushing some hair out of her visage. "But sex isn't always about making a baby, Jimmy. You should always be

okay

with making a baby, but sometimes, like if you are already pregnant, or are safe in your cycle, you know you can't make a baby but still want to have sex. That kind of sex is still pure and holy because you would be okay with a baby coming out of it, even if it isn't your goal, or even possible, at that time. Do you understand, pumpkin?"

Her son had looked pensive, but not confused, so Chelsea had supposed she had done well enough explaining. "Y-yeah," he'd stammered out. "I think so. Sex is okay if you are okay with having a baby, and should only be with people you trust."

Chelsea had nodded her agreement, a proud motherly smile on her face.

"But why is contraception bad?" he'd pressed.

Chelsea had sighed, disappointed that she had not made that clear. She had leaned across the couch and taken her son's hand in her own, squeezing it. "Contraception is a sin because it removes the possibility of creating life. Pleasurable sex is not a sin, but sex that is solely for pleasure -- that disassociates sex from the beauty that is life and birth -- IS sinful. Sex feels good, but there is also a lot of responsibility that goes with sex. It is wrong to treat sex lightly and just use it as a perverse form of masturbation."

Jimmy's cheeks had become hot with embarrassment at the mention of masturbation. "Oh. Ummmm. Yeah, that makes sense."

He had not known at that time that his mother had been very much aware of his secret stash of her stolen panties. At the word 'masturbation,' his mind had gone to that crusty pile of his mother's underwear lying on the floor of his closet. He had long since gotten into the habit of washing his mother's panties to clean them of his cum before putting them back in her hamper. With that precaution, he had been confident that his actions had gone unnoticed.

Chelsea had been more than aware of what had been going on. She had indulged her son's interest in her underwear, thinking it was normal teenage behaviour, and that any good mother would help her son relieve his desires if it were as simple as turning a blind eye. She'd told herself that it was far superior to him consuming pornography.

The mother had not wanted to embarrass Jimmy by letting on that she knew he liked his mommy's panties. Little had Chelsea known at the time, but her son had liked a lot more about her than just her panties.

"Sooooo," Chelsea had said after a lengthy pause, "no sex unless you're okay with a baby, and not with anyone you don't trust completely. Right, Jimmy?"

"Yeah, Mom. No sex unless I'm okay with babies and no sex with people I don't trust completely."

Her son had sounded dejected, so Chelsea had rubbed his hand. "What's wrong, pumpkin?" she'd asked sympathetically.

"Well..." He had looked at her, then, too embarrassed to speak. His bright blue eyes had searched hers, looking for some form of comfort. His mother had smiled encouragingly, her soft hands gently squeezing his. She had always been, and would always be, willing to comfort her son in any way he needed.

"It's just that... it seems like I won't ever have sex, then -- not for like a million years!"

Chelsea had needed to cover her smile at that comment. She had found her son's tragic dilemma a little comical. "Well, honey, yes, you probably won't have sex for a while, but that doesn't mean you can't have a relationship with a girl -- can't go on dates or have a kiss here and there."

Jimmy hadn't looked at her. Instead he had stared at the floor, sullen. "I've never kissed a girl."

"Oh... well, that's perfectly normal, Jimmy. Everyone goes at their own pace. I'm sure it will happen soon."

"But what if I'm bad at it!?" Her son had sounded so distraught that the petite mother had immediately and instinctively pulled him in for a hug, resting his head on her bosom like she had always done. She had smiled as she'd felt her son relax into her body. He had gripped her tightly as she'd stroked his hair to calm him.

"I'm sure you will do a great job, pumpkin," she'd said.

"How do you know?" he'd asked, his voice muffled by his mother's breasts.

Chelsea had not been able to help her little chuckle that time. "Because, sweetie: Momma raised a strong,

competent

boy. Didn't I teach you to try your best in everything? Just do the same with kissing and you will be great in no time!"

Jimmy had sat up and looked at her. "Yeah mom. You did teach me that." Suddenly, he had looked away, his cheeks flushed. "C-could you teach me... how to be good?"

Chelsea had frozen for a second. "Good...? Good at what, darling?"

"Good... good at kissing mom." Jimmy had still refused to look at his mother.

"You... you want me to teach you how to kiss?" Chelsea had pointed a slender finger to her ample bosom confined in her tight top. The mother had not failed to notice her son's eyes follow her hand to her breasts, but she had allowed it. It had not been the first time that her son had stared at her chest, and it would not be the last.

"Well... yeah." His eyes had crept back up to hers. Chelsea had just stared at her son, at a loss for words. Jimmy's face had fallen at seeing the expression on hers, and he had looked hurt. "Or never mind," he'd mumbled. "It was a stupid question. What kind of loser wants to learn how to kiss from his mom... just forget I asked." Jimmy had gone to stand up, but as he'd done so, his mother's hand had snapped out and stopped him.

"Pumpkin... sit down."

Jimmy had gazed at his mom. She'd had an expression on her face he had never seen before, but he'd known it was kind. Warily, he had resumed his seat beside her.

Chelsea had gazed at her son for a long time before demurely tucking some golden hair behind her ear, looking away for a second, and gathering her thoughts. With an expectant sigh, she had turned back to her son. "Are you sure, Jimmy? Mommy would be willing to... help you practice this.

But

... it would mean I am your first kiss. Are you sure you want your mother to be your first?" She'd been almost wincing as she'd forced out the words, but to her amazement, her son had begun nodding his head in fervent affirmation before she had even finished.

"I wouldn't want it to be anyone else!" Jimmy had stated, sounding absolutely sure. "I... I love you, Mom."

Chelsea had not been prepared for that. She had heard her son say that he loved her thousands of times, but that time, with the way he had looked at her, with the request he had just made, those same words had felt very different. Suddenly, she had felt her stomach boil with nerves. Her whole body had felt as if its temperature had risen a few degrees, and instantly she had felt a nervous excitement she had not felt in years.

"Oh..." The silence had stretched on as Chelsea's dazzling hazel eyes stared at Jimmy's baby blues. "Well then... ummm, I suppose that is okay, then." Chelsea had found her breath very shallow. Jimmy's slow, brilliant smile had quelled her indecision, but had also exacerbated her nervous excitement.

"Yeah?" Jimmy's smile had been disbelieving.

Chelsea had allowed herself her own cheeky grin. "Yes, pumpkin. You can kiss Mommy." The words had sounded strange to her own ears.

"Sweeeeeeeet!"

Chelsea had almost rolled her eyes at her sons' childish enthusiasm, but she had held herself back. Instead, she had smiled indulgently at her boy.

Oh, he's grown up so fast.

Suddenly, his excitement had met his nerves, and her son had not known what to do. He had shuffled closer to her, but had frozen once he'd been a few inches away.

"Here, baby," his mother had whispered, having realized that she would need to take the lead.

Gently, she had reached out and wrapped her slender arms around Jimmy's neck. He had swallowed, nervous as he'd made eye contact with his mom. He had not been accustomed to her being so close to him, nor to the soft, enchanting expression on her face. "You can hold Mommy, too, sweetie," she'd whispered softly.

With shaking hands, her son had reached out and gently cupped her sides with his palms, as if he had been afraid to put any pressure on her.

Smiling, Chelsea had removed one hand from around her son's neck and guided his hand a few inches higher up her side, pressing it firmly into her ribs just below her breast. Jimmy had gotten the hint and squeezed his mother with a light pressure. "Just like that, pumpkin," she'd said, then casually linked her arms back around his neck and smiled at her son.

"Y-you're so pretty, Mom." The words had escaped Jimmy's lips before he could stop himself, and he had blushed furiously when he'd heard his thoughts spoken out loud.

Chelsea had only beamed at him. "Thank you, Jimmy! That is exactly the sort of thing you want to say to a woman before you kiss her."

"It is?"

"Yes. It is." Mother and son had continued to stare at each other for a few moments. Chelsea had been waiting for her son to lean in, trusting that he would sense he needed to do that part himself. Thankfully, he had. Nervous, but eager, Jimmy had leaned closer to his mom, his eyes locked on her plump, rosy lips.

With a faint smile tugging at the corners of those same lips, Chelsea had met her son halfway. Both had closed their eyes as they had locked lips for the first time, lost in the sensations of each other.

Jimmy had been amazed at the feeling of his mother's lips - soft, like two warm clouds against his own. The second thing he had noticed had been its moist wetness. As his mom had moved her lips over his, he had responded in kind, amazed at how sensitive his mouth had been.

Chelsea had adored her first kiss with her son. She'd found his mixture of nervousness and eagerness endearing, and had been all too happy to guide him gently through more of the process.

She had not noticed how her nails had casually scratched the back of her son's neck -- the motion having been completely unintentional -- until she had felt him shiver as a result.

Eventually, she'd had to pull away. She had not been about to make out with her son for his first kiss. Many would have said that they had just made out, but Chelsea had told herself at the time that it had just been a chaste kiss between a mother and her son. She had not wanted to admit how much she had enjoyed it, even to herself.

"Wow, Mom." Jimmy had stared at his mother in awe, amazed by her beauty; to him, she'd appeared to be glowing. The smile she had then given him had been angelic -- so full of a mother's love. There'd been a little something else in it, too, but it had been something he had not yet learned to recognize.

"Was that a good first kiss?" Chelsea had asked demurely. She'd let herself giggle at his insistent nod. "Well, Mommy is glad you enjoyed it."

"It was the BEST, Mom!" There was a beat of silence, as some of his awkwardness had returned. "T-Thank you."

Chelsea had stared at her son for another moment, unsure, but something had then come over her and she had darted in, locking lips with her son one more time. It had been slow and sweet again, in its own way, but over quickly. Her son's dumbfounded, starry-eyed expression had confirmed in her heart that the second kiss had been worth it. "You're very welcome, Jimmy." Chelsea had then patted him on the knee affectionately -- a much more appropriate gesture between a mother and her offspring.

Jimmy had continued to stare at her. "C-can we practice again sometime?" The need in his voice had set something inside Chelsea to smoldering. She would soon find out that, once lit, those flames did not go out.

"Mommy thinks that is enough practice for one day, pumpkin." As she had seen Jimmy's expression start to fall, she had relented. "Buuuut... another time, yes. Mommy would be happy to help you... practice kissing."

She'd had to laugh as her son had bounced up and down on the couch, pumping his fist. "Yesyesyes!" He had stood up and kissed his mom, though only on the cheek, surprising her. "Thank you so much, Mom! You really are the best mom in the world!" He'd rushed his words, but they had been sincere. Chelsea had been surprised by how much they had meant to her, and she had flushed, buzzing with queer feelings she could not quite explain, other than to say that they had felt good.

-

Chelsea smiled through her pleasure at the memory and bent down, gently locking lips with her son, trying to mirror their first kiss: soft and sweet.

"Mmmmommmmmm," Jimmy moaned through their kiss, his hands moving from his mother's hips to cup her full tits, stopping their gentle swing and squeezing their soft, pliant flesh. Chelsea hummed into her son's mouth and pushed her hips back, insistently wiggling her butt to seat Jimmy's cock deeper inside her cunt.