Sex = Male
Where it happened = My Bedroom
Language = English
Refnum = 9391
I am homeschooled because my parents are very strict christians and they say there are many lies and manipulating people that circulate in the public school system. For almost ten years now I have been learning on my own with my parents each day of the week. I am close to earning my high school diploma, even though most kids my age and my friends are still in tenth grade.
Right now I am mostly taught by my dad since he is currently looking for a job and my mom is working part time to make up for it, but I remember back when I was eleven, my dad was gone all day at work from 7:00 in the morning until sometime 10:00 or 11:00 at night because of his commute. Even though it was hard for my dad, those were my favorite times. Being at home with my mom all day was so comforting that sometimes I want to cry from missing it so much.
She is about 5'8", that was about six or eight inches taller than me at the time. She is still pretty young because she had me when she was only 19 and dad was 24. She looks even younger though, even now like she is still maybe only in her early 20s. Her hair is long and brown. Her eyes are also a deep brown, and they always have the kindest, caring look in them. Her skin and the way she touches me is always soft and tender. Its so comforting.
That day it was a rainy but sunny afternoon in the late spring, around 3:00 I think. We were just finishing with my biology work which was the last studying I would do that day. She was begining to teach me about the human reproductive system. It was something I had always wondered about, but never really gotten the nerve to ask (At that time I hadn't really met many of the middle school kids around here yet, so I hadn't heard all the normal rumors and gossip about sex that they tell - also we have no TV.) She said that this was one of the areas that public schools screwed up outrageously trying to teach. I remember asking how could people do it because wouldnt it hurt very bad? My mom laughed but then became very serious.
She told me that unfortunately it can hurt very bad physically and even worse emotionally when it is not done correctly. I remember getting the oddest new feeling talking to my mom about sex. It was like a tickling in my throat or an emptiness in my stomach. It doesn't come anymore, but back then I remember thinking it was the best, most unique feeling I had ever had. The sound of pattering rain on the roof and the soft colors and scents of my bedroom became extremely vivid. At the strangest points I would breathe in each breach and then almost feel like I was going to pass out, but then feel more intensely concious than before. She told me that this was awful because when sex is done as an act of love it is one of the most precious gifts given to us by God. She told me she wanted to show me how it was supposed to be, so that I would know the truth about the myths that I might here later. I told her that I loved her and I wanted her to show me very much.
The hard noisy rain continued, but outside my window, but I saw sunlight shine through some clouds and the room brightened. We stood up, and I watched kind of in my daze as my mom took off my shirt, pants, then underwear (she was touching me so gently - even more than normal - that I was already totally erect before she finished). Then she very quietly and smoothly slipped out of her own jeans and t-shirt. I felt a jolt when I saw that she did not have her bra or her panties on underneath (now that I think about it, I guess she must have been planning that for my lesson.) Her body was shiny and beautiful in the sun. She has very womanly padding around her belly and her large breasts. Her pink nipples are dark and small, but with very protruding aereolas. Her pubic hair is very thick and brown like that color on her head. I stood staring at her naked beauty in amazement. She turned around several times, showing me her full pear shaped ass and smiling tottally unashamed at me.
She sat down on a chair and told me to kneel down in front of her. I did, and she opened her vagina, and showed me the different parts inside. She showed me her labia majora and labia minora and her clitoris, which was glistening in the new bright light. I remember I could smell the rain and grass outside distinctly, along with the unfamiliar growing scent of my mom's ready sex. I was confused at first because it was so different looking in real life from the picture in my book, but she made me touch each part and say its name until I memorized them. I was also suprised at the softness of her carpet of pubic hair because mine (although I didn't have very much at the time, being I guess kind of a "late bloomer") was more wiry and prickly to touch.
When she made me sit on her lap, I felt her hot dampness on my bottom. She kissed me lightly on my forehead, then my lips. She parted my lips with her tongue and began licking delicately inside my mouth. I sat with my arms around her lost in the equisite sweet taste of my mom's saliva in my mouth. Eventually I started to move my tongue against her tongue and inside her delicious mouth as well. After a while, I lowered my head down to rest on her comfortable bosom. Almost without thinking I took one of her nipples into my mouth and started sucking. Hot delicious milk almost immediately filled my mouth, causing me to involuntarily suck harder and faster to get more. She gently, gently began to stroke my hard cock with her hands as I nursed. We stayed like this for a long (or I guess it was long, I felt too strange to tell) time, and then we got up.
She led me across the room to my bed and sat me down, then got down in front of me. I watched in amazement as my adoring mother took my erect cock in her finger tips, held it up toward her, and slowly lowered her mouth over the tip. As she ran her tongue over the length of it, I could only shudder and murmur helplessly "mamma, yes," or "please, deeper" or "I love you mamma." I looked down at the strange but wonderful sight of my mom's o-shaped lips and peacefully closed eyes moving up and down around my now wet shaft. I felt so young and vulnerable but I knew she would take care of me perfectly. I saw stars and the room was spinning. After about a minute, I thought I was about to have an orgasm, but my mom withdrew me from her mouth and had me lay down.
She climbed up over me, put one hand on my chest to prop herself up, and with the other hand reached around to guide me into her. I knew that she took birth control pill since our family probably couldn't afford to have another child, so I didn't even worry about that. I was afraid though that I was too small and wouldn't be able to fill her enough to satisfy her, but when I looked down, my cock was so much bigger than I had ever seen it before, that that fear vanished away. She lifted her rear end up and then slowly, slowly lowered herself down, and for three seconds straight I felt my cock sliding deep into the center of my gorgeous mother's womanhood. The hot labia closed lovingly around my throbbing penis and I heard a wet slurp. My eyes were closed and I seemed to be floating on warm air a loud yet pleasant ringing in my ears, but I heard my mother's voice come clearly though the noise. She was telling me that normally of course I would have to worry about birth control before sex because I should use caution even if a girl says she is using birth control pills. She was telling me about the dangers of AIDS and unplanned pregnancy. She made me promise that I understood how important this was before she began to rotate her thighs around my hips.
As she alternately rotated and pumped me, I gripped her legs up close to her ass. I felt the weight of her thighs flow back and forth along my sides and under my hands. At first I tried to murmur my joy and appreciation to her, saying "that feels so wonderful," and "I love you," but eventually I could only moan in ecstasy. Her breathing started to come in short, quick pants. She started to draw her hindquarters up and off of me, and then slide herself back down, over and over again, and I could feel the strong muscles of her pubis contracting and pulling on my cock. Then she began to pump back and forth in an even faster and more erotic way. For a second I opened my eyes, and saw her angelic figure above me. Her back was arched sharply, her tits jumping up and down, dribbling milk onto my chest and neck. Her mouth was open and her eyes shut tight in an expression of pure enrapture. I saw that a slight bit of drool was running down from the right side of her lips before I shut my eyes again. I could only stand a few seconds of this new pumping, and I came deep inside her, feeling my burning semen shoot out of me and up into my mother's uterus in three quick squirts. I knew that I hadn't quite had the stamina to satisfy her, but I was too exhausted to worry too much. She slid carefully off of my now sensitive cock and began to stroke and kiss me with such tender motherliness as you would not believe. We lay there on my bed and began to talk, first about how wonderful sex really was when it was done right, and then about just everything in general. We talked for nearly three hours straight before my mom got up to begin fixing my dinner, and I dozed off. I felt closer to her than I had ever been to anyone before.
It has been I think over a year now since I have had intercourse with my mom. We have so much less time alone now that it is hard. I kissed her this morning before she went to work when dad was in the other room, but I desperately miss the buttery, warm taste of her sex fluid and the perfected feeling of being inside her vagina and suckling her breasts. After that first time, we made love often (sometimes almost every weekday.) She taught me how to increase her pleasure and it got so that I could almost always bring her to her orgasm along with me, or even to multiple orgasms. I always get erect when I watch her moving around or even when she is teaching me a lesson, but I would never feel comfortable asking her to make love. She always initiated it. But now we don't really have the opportunity anymore.
I've made a lot more friends around the area since then. I've even almost had girlfriends a couple times. But I get turned off the way most girls talk about sex in such a flirting, undirect way and it usually doesn't work out. I always talk to my mom about the girls in private and she tells me to make sure to never commit to anyone I can't be sure I am completely in love with.
I haven't told this story to any of my friends and I hope I haven't made it too obvious who I am in case they see this. I'm sure people might think my mom was perverted or something for making love to me. It is really just the opposite. Normal teenagers are so ignorant and actually competitive about sex that they tottally ruin it for themselves. My mom showed and continues to show me what true pleasure, comfort, and warmth are. She means everything to me. I love her more than anything.