She Raised Me Right Pt 02

Part 2.

It turned out we had gone to school together, Desiree, the newest dancer at the club where my mother worked, but I don't remember seeing her before. Cute girl, maybe 5'1 to my 5'11, narrow waist and nice hips, especially for just being 18 like me. Turns out she is as shy as me, too. She looked up to my mother as a mentor, and definitely someone who could teach her how to make it and stay safe working in the clubs downtown. She had just started to learn to pole dance a little, but my mother said she picked up the basics quickly.

My mother arranged for us to meet each other the first time over lunch in a cute little café downtown my mother knew about. The first thing I noticed was her eyes, light hazel brown that absolutely lit up and made me blush when she smiled at me. Sitting at that little café I felt butterflies for the first time. I probably admired her cleavage a little too much, making her blush back at me.

After lunch she gave me a little hug and we agreed to hang out again soon, which turned out be just a few days later. We both started to open up to each other more and more with each date. We both were raised by single mothers but she had brothers, one older and one much younger. She really needed the money from working in the night clubs to help her family, but she didn't want to have to do that forever. She told me how much my mother helped look out for her.

For six months we dated, seeing each other once or twice a week, slowly building our relationship. At the end of each date she would usually give me a little kiss on my neck or my cheek but we hadn't progressed to anything really physical yet.

I didn't rush her. After all, I still had my mother at home. Since the first time we had sex together, it had opened up a new dimension of our relationship that could never be closed. On my mother's days off, once or twice a week we would spend a lot of time intimately together in her bedroom, which she now welcomed me into. Just holding her body close to me always turned me on for her, and she had built up my stamina such that I could make love to her for almost an hour each round, and usually go for multiple rounds, however much she wanted.

I counted it up one time. Over the course of the first six months I dated Desiree, I must have sex with my mother at least a hundred times. But I had another woman in my life now, Desiree my girlfriend, and I felt more and more emotionally connected to her, and began to long to be intimate with her as well.

Finally after six months she invited me over to her place after our movie date. Neither of us really knew how to make out, we quickly discovered awkwardly. I never actually kissed my mother on the lips, although at time I would kiss on her body, especially my mother's amazing breasts that I worshipped. But cuddling up with Desiree on her couch, we immediately started to kiss. Her lips on mine felt so amazing, and how her hands eagerly explored my body... it felt so natural, and different, to hold her in my arms compared to my mother. But that night all we really did was kiss and hold each other until we both had to go.

The next day I told my mother about it. She grinned when I told her. I loved it when things I did made her happy. She asked me if I thought Desiree wanted to have sex soon. We hadn't actually talked about it, but my guess was yes, or at least I hoped it was yes, but as much as I wanted to start having sex with my new girlfriend, I didn't want to mess up the relationship my mother and I enjoyed.

"Don't worry, son" she reassured me. "We can still be intimate with each other as much as we want no matter who else you're with. It's your choice whether you want to tell her about us or not."

Clearly I did not want to reveal that to Desiree or anyone else, at least not any time soon.

"But even though you and I have had a lot of wonderful experiences together now, there are still some things you need to know" she began to explain.

Uh oh, I thought, are we about to have the talk?

"She might be a virgin, sounds like she probably is. That means you're going to have to be very gentle with her. You can't just push yourself in her like you can me, at least not until she tells you she's ready. And you absolutely cannot get her pregnant, ok?"

"Right, absolutely not" I agreed, well, not until we would get married someday maybe.

"So you'll need to use a condom. You can't cum inside her like you do inside me" she calmly instructed, looking me right in the eye so I would know it was serious.

"Ok but like, I've never used one before." I really hadn't. My mother and I never used protection. Why should we, since she had her tubes tied years ago. "Or what if she tells me she's on birth control?" I wondered.

"Lots of girls will say that when they're really not. She would have had to go get a prescription and start taking the right pill every day for weeks beforehand. You can't trust that, at least not right away. You'll have to use a condom every time you have sex with her, ok? We can practice using them together ourselves to get you ready."

"Ok mom, thank you. See you tonight." I replied, looking forward to being with her again.

That night we crawled into her bed as usual, with the fan whirling softly overhead and her soft music playing, just the way we liked it. As we peeled off the rest of our clothes and held each other naked I wondered what it would be like to kiss her, so I did, softly and lovingly on the lips, just like I had Desiree. To my amazement, my mother met my kiss with passion of her own, meeting my lips, then opening her mouth slightly to lick my teeth with her tongue, before plunging her tongue into my mouth to find mine. I gave in immediately, welcoming her into my mouth, the first French kiss of my life. The longer we held each other naked and kissed, the more I wanted to push myself deep inside her, to show her how much I loved her. I felt myself hard and throbbing, waiting for when she would climb on top of me or spread her legs wide for me this night.

But instead of rolling on top of me, she rolled over toward her nightstand and plucked something off the top of it by the lamp. She tore the edge of it open, and pulled out a fresh condom. I had never seen one before.

"Here, she said, it goes on like this." She held the tip of it above my penis before sliding it over my swollen tip. Inch by inch she rolled it down over my shaft, forming its necessary seal over me, until fully extended it stopped about two inches from the base of my shaft. The way she did it left about an inch loose above my tip. "That's to leave room for you to cum. That's important otherwise it could break or it will hurt when you cum. Ok, now you're ready."

Finally she climbed on top of me, and holding my sheathed rigid cock beneath her, she lowered herself down, taking me up into her pussy. At least I could see it sliding up into her, but I could barely feel anything. She started riding me, easily sliding her wet pussy along the latex of my covered cock. I held on to her ass, helping her up and down until after several minutes I felt her approaching her orgasm. I could feel her wetness covering my balls and on the very base of my shaft, but almost nothing in the rest of my cock. I longed to feel her actual pussy, the slickness and softness and warmth of her muscles deep inside, but I owed it to her to give her the orgasm she deserved. So I kept thrusting up into her like I always did, meeting her body in the air, pulling her round ass down toward me with every stroke until finally her orgasm crashed over her.

I loved feeling her shake in my arms, and I could definitely now feel the strength of her muscles clenching on me, squeezing me inside her. After her orgasm finally subsided she fell into my arms, holding each other close, her big full breasts pressed against my bare hairy chest. I loved that feeling. With my cock still buried up inside her we French kissed again as she recovered her strength. Eventually she let me roll us over so I could take my turn pounding her missionary style, my favorite position. Again I could barely feel her pussy, but the smoothness of the condom let me stroke into her with ease and ferocious speed.

"Oh yes, fuck me son, FUCK ME!" she cried out, enjoying the pounding I gave her at least as much as every other time I had taken control of her nimble body in her own bed. For minutes on end I drilled her pussy, sliding in and out almost effortless, gliding and sliding against her wet walls, probing the entrance of her womb, unleashing my most primitive instincts. She spread her legs wide for me, then wrapped them around me. She rubbed my back, then held on to my muscular ass, the held my head in her hands looking up into my eyes.

Then I closed my eyes and imagined it was Desiree beneath me right now, that her young fertile body would welcome me inside her just like this. Any night now she might invite me over, invite me to take her virginity, to make love to her for the very first time. Maybe this condom would be a good idea after all. No way would I be able to pull out of Desiree in time to stop myself from cumming inside her. My animal instincts wanted to do exactly that, to plant my seed into my girlfriend, to make her mine forever.

I opened my eyes again to see my mother's breasts swaying on her chest with every thrust I pushed into her. I absolutely loved that sight. I could tell Desiree had fairly big breasts herself, perky for sure, but not quite as big as my mother's, perhaps made larger from the milk they once carried to nurture me. I wondered how firm Desiree's would be, if they would just stay in place on her chest rather than sway freely like on my mother's. I absolutely loved my mother's breasts. They had always enchanted me. Now in the last six months I frequently sucked on them before, during and after we had sex. Tonight I grabbed them once again in my hands, squeezing them gently, rubbing her large nipples with my thumbs, making her moan softly. I slowed my thrusting as I did so, before picking up speed once again.

Even though I could barely feel her along my shaft, the longer I fucked my beautiful mother, the heavier and heavier my balls felt, with the pressure building inside them. With this condom on I had lasted probably twice as long as usual. My mother seemed to love the extended play time, welcoming me into her and shaking every few minutes as another wave of orgasm would crash over her. But finally my balls simply couldn't take it any longer. I felt my whole body starting to quiver.

Between moaning I blurted out "I'm going to cum! I'M GOING TO CUM!"

"Yes my son, I want you to, I want you to release! Cum for me please! CUM FOR ME!" she cried out. With my typical final violent thrust I pushed into her with all my remaining strength. The power of the orgasm that hit me felt just as thunderous, just as satisfying as any other time I had made love to her, if not more so. I felt the waves of my semen rocketing down my shaft, buried inside her, my whole body spasming from the instant release of passion and tension and forbidden pleasure. Everything I wanted to release into Desiree I now released into my mother.

For a moment I forgot my sperm were blocked from actually entering her body. I just kept releasing, ejaculating my full load deep in her pussy, as if it were my mother I wanted to breed, but really just filling the empty end of the condom. In my head I counted the streams as I felt them rocketing through my shaft... eight, nine, ten... After I felt the last few streams leave my body I thrust gently for a few more minutes, my eyes closed again, imagining having just released my load into the tight pussy of my girlfriend, to breed her. Finally I opened my eyes and slowly pulled my cock out of my mother, seeing the glistening condom still wrapped firmly around my rigid shaft, but now with a bulbous balloon of my semen at the end, surrounding my tip in my own milky white reproductive fluid, trapping the millions of my sperm from accomplishing their biological imperative.

"Now do you see how much you cum? You can't release all that in anyone else but me, ok son?"

"Yes, Mom, yeah it is a lot. You really do make me cum so much for you. Thank you, Mom. I love you..." I whispered.

"I love you too, darling... Wow, you're still hard. Here, let me help you take it off." She gently rolled the condom back up my shaft. I shivered as the coolness of the night air finally hit my bare skin, enjoying the fresh, new sensation. "Normally you would wrap this up in a tissue and throw it in the trash, ok? But I want to do this for you because I love you."

She gently pulled the end of the condom back off of my tip, but instead of getting rid of it, she let its contents spill back out of the condom, allowing the thick white semen to ooze out, drizzling over my tip and sliding down my shaft like icing over a cake. Then she tossed the empty condom off the side of the bed and took my cum covered cock into her mouth. Instantly I moaned at the intense sensation of her mouth sucking on me. After having all my nerve endings blocked for so long tonight, everything now seemed ten times more sensitive. I moaned and shivered as she sucked and licked me clean. I watched as my cum coated her tongue and glistened on her lips. Then I felt her sucking right on my swollen tip, the most sensitive part of my whole body.

"Oh God, Oh God!" I cried out. Now I could tell she didn't just want to clean me off, she wanted to suck me off. I held on to her head as she bobbed up and down on me, over stimulating me, making my head spin with dizzying pleasure, too much, too much! I was used to going two or three rounds with her, but never this quickly in succession. I had just drained my balls mere minutes ago, but already I felt them hurriedly recharging.

Instinctively I thrust my hips upward to meet my mother's head, pulling her face down over me as I tried to shove my bare tip into her throat. The more forcefully I held on to her head, the more voraciously she sucked on me until literal tears streamed down my cheeks and I couldn't stop shaking. "OH MY GOD, YESSS!!!" I yelled into her bedroom as she sent me over the edge for the second time. I held her head down over me, her lips pressed down against my body at the very base of my shaft. Like an automatic reflex my hips bucked upward the instant the hot rush of more semen rocketed through my shaft, erupting into her mouth with even more intensity and urgency than I had filled that condom just minutes before. It shot out of me, more and more and more. Wow, I thought, she really does love me.

I felt her sucking every last drop out of me, milking me, making all my muscles spasm again with the heat of the pleasure she gave me. After I finished releasing every drop I possibly could for her, she released my cock, leaving it throbbing gently, lying against my stomach as I struggled to catch my breath. I felt exhausted but I wanted to hold her beautiful body close to me. She nestled beside me, pulling a sheet over us, then leaned close to kiss me, to French kiss me. I welcomed her tongue back into my mouth, but that wasn't all.

I assumed she had swallowed the load I pumped into her, like she normally did, but she hadn't. My semen still coated her tongue. That's what I tasted first, the saltiness and stickiness of my own semen. As we French kissed more of it spilled from her mouth into mine, and back and forth until both our faces glistened with it. I could feel it tingling in my mouth, my own sperm alive and searching for a woman's egg to fertilize, to conceive. I thought about all the times I had cum in my mother's mouth before, that she had felt this same tingling before swallowing it or letting it dribble down her chest. Finally we released our kiss. By the lamplight I saw the stickiness of my cum on her lips, her chin, her cheeks, the same way it must be smeared all over mine.

"That's how you taste, my dear, salty and savory. She might want to give you head, she might not, ok? She might want you to cum in her mouth but some girls don't. She might swallow or she might not. But you can't fuck her face like you do mine unless she wants you to, ok son?"

"Yes, Mom, don't worry, we'll take it slow..."

"I don't know son; once you get going you're such an animal in bed. Women can be too; it just takes us a bit longer to get comfortable with it. If you cum anywhere not in condom, it can only be in her mouth, ok?

"Ok, yes, makes sense. Thank you, Mom." My eyes fluttered closed and we fell asleep naked in her bed.

The next morning Desiree sent me a snap, a picture of her in bed, the sheet just covering the middle of her obviously bare breasts underneath, her face smiling and her tongue poked out just to the side, and the caption, 'Want to spend the night Wednesday?'

To be continued...