Mom's Home Schooling

"Alex, nothing bad will happen. It's all right to masturbate. It's a natural thing."

"So, it's natural," he said. "Now you said you were going to be honest. Do YOU masturbate, Mom?"

"No," I said before I could lie. My parents had been into religion and constantly preached about the "sins of the flesh."

"See. You don't and I don't. You have to help me out, Mom. Please."

"Tell you what ... you lie back, close your eyes." He did. "Now give me your hand."

I didn't ask for permission. I took his right hand and positioned it around his big penis. I began an up-and-down motion when he pulled his hand away, leaving me with a huge handful of hot cock. He positioned his hand on the outside of mine and continued the motion. He had started giving himself a handjob—with my hand!

"Aahh!" he whispered. "That feels so good."

I pulled away and got off the bed. "Again," I said in an angry voice, "goodnight. Take care of that yourself. If you're honest with yourself, you'll know there's nothing wrong."

"Honest? How about being honest with me and answering my question."

"What question," I asked as I got to the door.

"Did you lubricate?"

After a few seconds, I said, "Yes." My face got hot with a flush of blood.

"A lot?"

Just before I closed the door, I echoed, "A lot."

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I dropped my robe on the floor and crawled into my big, cold bed beside Jack. He was as asleep as he had ever been.

I tried to quiet my mind, but there were so many elements to this problem that I had never encountered, that I had never dreamed I would ever have to deal with.

First and foremost was my son's obvious discomfort. And he was right. It WAS my fault. I had started it, but didn't know how to finish it. I DID want to help him, and I did it in the best way I could: by giving him permission to masturbate. The only problem was that I was the worst person in the world to give that permission. I didn't even give MYSELF permission to masturbate.

Even after almost five years in a sexless marriage, I still couldn't bear to pleasure myself. After all that time, I thought all my sexual feelings had gone dead. That was before tonight.

It was disturbing enough to have my son get excited and suggest I give him an orgasm. It was another thing to be fascinated and turned on by that big cock of his. I hadn't dreamed that the feel and aroma of a man's penis could again awaken my body. But, here I was, lying in the dark with the vision of that thick cock in my mind and my pussy gushing like a college girl's.

I usually kept to myself on my side of the bed, but tonight I was desperate. I sidled up to Jack and draped my leg over his body. He always slept on his back. He made some small unconscious noises, but otherwise didn't know I was there.

I rubbed his stomach. Still nothing. Then, I slid my hand under the waistband of his pajamas. Down, down, down, until I made contact with his penis.

I understand that it was completely flaccid, but, after seeing and feeling Alex's just a half hour ago, this thing felt absolutely tiny. It stayed tiny too, even after a minute of rubbing and stroking.

Finally, something must have registered with Jack: he coughed and grunted and cleared his throat. "What the hell are you doing?" he yawned.

"It's been so long," I said. "Do you think we could, yanno?"

"You know I got a big meeting tomorrow. Early. Let me get some sleep." And he turned over.

I sighed and lay on my back, my eyes closed. A few minutes went by and I thought I imagined hearing something. Then, beside me, came Alex's voice: "Mom, I really need your help."

My eyes flew open, and there was my son standing next to our bed. He was in his pajamas, but poking through the opening in the bottoms was that cock I had just been revisiting.

"Alex! Your father!" I whispered with as much emphasis as I dared.

"I need your help, Mom. Really!" He was nowhere near as quiet as I had been. "Come on, Mom. Just this once. Just tonight. I really need it. Just tonight. Now, Mom."

Jack growled and stirred and coughed. I stared at him in terror. What would he think if he saw his son with a giant erection pointed at me?

He turned over and sat up quickly. "Am I NOT getting any sleep tonight? What's going on?"

"It's Alex," I said softly, trying to defuse the situation.

"It's Alex!" Jack mimicked. "It's always Alex. Alex, I have a big meeting tomorrow. What is it now?"

Jack was staring straight at his son. When I turned back to Alex, a wave of relief passed over me—Alex had tucked his penis back into the shield of his pajamas.

"Dad, you know that talk Mom gave me tonight?"

"What talk? Ohh ... that. Can't it wait until tomorrow? Tomorrow when I'm not here?"

"Well, Mom has to help me with something that needs to get done tonight. It's really important. I really need her help. Honest."

"Carla, why don't you just go help him."

"Jack, it's not that easy."

"Why not?"

"Mom started something and she has to finish, and I need her help before I can go to sleep."

"At least SOMEBODY will go to sleep then. Carla, go finish what you started."

"But, Jack!"

"Go, and help the kid! And do it quietly! Go. I don't want to hear any more about it."

"You don't understand, Jack."

"Mom, maybe if I tell Dad what happened he'd understand," Alex said.

"God, NO! Carla, go and do whatever it takes to let me sleep through the night!"

Before I could react, Alex pulled down the covers on my side of the bed, took me by the hand, and dragged me out of the bedroom, not even letting me pick up my robe.

"Goodnight, Dad!" he called over his shoulder.

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I was struggling to keep the hem of the t-shirt below the crotch of the pink panties I wore. The t-shirt and the panties were all I had on. I was also braless for bed.

Alex closed his bedroom door behind us.

"That was pretty sneaky, Alex. I thought we had more trust than that between us."

"I thought you might have changed your mind, that it would be best to just get this over and forget about it."

He had almost read my mind. I wanted this to be over, and I had been debating about the right thing to do given all the circumstances. I didn't want him to be in pain, but I also didn't want to do something that could hurt him, hurt us emotionally. Sex is something very powerful, and could have effects that no one anticipates.

I couldn't believe I was even considering doing this. But, trying to explain why I had my hand around my son's hard penis earlier was something else I couldn't see myself doing.

Alex didn't seem to have any doubts about what was going to happen. He dropped his pajama bottoms to the floor, springing loose that huge cock of his. It hadn't lost any of its vigor in the walk to his room.

Then he took of his top, also. I had seen my son naked hundreds of times, but this felt to strange and filled with tension. Sexual tension.

"How do you want to do this, Mom?"

"Let's talk first, Alex. This shouldn't be happening. I should never have allowed this to get out of hand like this."

I don't know if Alex was even listening at this point, because he said, "Mom, I want to see you naked."

"What?"

"I want to see your body. I know it's beautiful. You keep in such good shape with all your exercises. And you have those big, beautiful boobs. 36C."

"How do YOU know my bra size, Mister?"

"Duh! By your bras that are in the hamper. The tags are right on them. Like, it's no secret. So, I'm naked here, and I thought it would really make me excited to see you naked for the first time tonight. I want you to be the first naked lady I ever see."

"THAT is NOT going to happen." I had never paraded around naked, and to tell you the truth, was kind of shy in that regard. Tonight was the first time I didn't wear at least a robe in front of my son.

I made a decision. I wanted to get this over with as soon as possible before any further developments developed.

"Get on the bed like you were before, and we'll get this done."

"Thanks, Mom," he said while stepping in for a hug, just like he had done a million times in the past. But, I had never been barely-clothed before, and he had never been naked. I tried to make it a quick motherly hug, but he pulled me close and rubbed my back. That was his usual thing.

Because he was inches shorter than me, he usually nestled his head against my chest. This time he was nestling against my boobs, which were only protected by the thin cotton fabric of the t-shirt.

While I was thinking of this, I suddenly became aware of something else. That something else was rock-hard and nudging against my panty-clad vagina. That made me break the hug and push him toward the bed.

"Lie down and close your eyes. Like before."

"I want to watch this time. I want to see it. I want to see when I cum."

"Fine," I said. I was tired of arguing. "But, no talking."

I didn't want to sit on the bed this time. I thought the more distance between us the better. I stood on the left side of the bed, bent over and put my left hand flat on the mattress about near his thigh. I propped myself with this arm.

I took a deep breath and grasped my son's penis for the third time that night. "Just relax, Alex," I said as I started a slow jacking movement.

"Oh, Mom!" he said. I could see that the no talking rule probably wasn't going to work. I should also have made a no touching rule because his left hand absentmindedly grabbed the back of my right thigh. He squeezed in a reflex.

Now, a strange thing happened. I started to become very interested in what I was doing, and very focused on the penis that was in my hand. The end of it was giving up greater and greater amounts of clear fluid.

It began with a single bead that formed on the tip. Then, that got too big to bear its own surface tension and broke into a slow stream the trickled down the side until it reached my fist. I could feel my palm become slick with the lubrication. I slid my hand more readily now, and increased my speed.

The hardness and thickness of Alex was amazing to me. And the heat of his presence burned against my fingers. My attention was so totally absorbed that I hadn't noticed that Alex's hand had climbed and was resting on my ass cheek. It flexed and squeezed almost in rhythm with my stroke.

I should have said something, but didn't. At that point, to break the spell would have been a shame—for both of us.

I didn't rush it. For all my talk of getting it done and "getting this over with," now that it was happening, I was going to take my time. Alex was panting, and I found my breath was raspy and labored also.

I looked back at Alex's face. The front of my shirt was loosely hanging and Alex was staring. It must have fallen completely away from my body, exposing my dangling breasts to his view. They must have been swaying in rhythm with the motion of my hand.

My own son was watching his mother's tits. This would have been the most shocking occurrence of most days. But, most days also didn't include a mom who was giving her son a handjob.

"That feels so good, Mom!"

I swear the plum-sized head of his penis grew a little more. The skin was tight and purple and smooth. My face was maybe a foot from its tip. I lowered a little, closed my eyes, and inhaled a full breath. It was intoxicating.

So much so that I hadn't realized Alex had wormed his fingers into the leg opening of my panties. Before I could react, he shot his hand upward and started rubbing my naked butt.

This had to end quickly. If it didn't, my son would be soon fingering his Mom's pussy.

I increased my speed until my fist was a blur. More juices flowed, and my mouth hung open. I licked my lips at the sight before me. The head expanded just as Alex said: "Mom, use your mouth. Use your mouth on me, please!"

That broke my spell. I had never even done that for my husband, no matter how much he had begged.

I turned my head back to Alex and hoarsely said, "NO!"

That's when I saw his eyes squeeze shut. He cried out one word: "MOM!"

I felt his cock lurch in my hand, and his hips thrust up. A jet of warmth hit my left cheek and hair. I pulled back and watched spurt after spurt of white sperm shoot from my son's cock. I counted six before he collapsed and was motionless.

I should have run from the room, but took a little longer to continue jacking his penis until it deflated. There was a little sperm on Alex, but I knew most of it had hit me. After the first shot, my t-shirt had absorbed the rest.

Before he recovered enough to speak, I left his room.

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I looked in the bathroom mirror. My shirt was streaked with wet lines. My hair was matted and snarled on one side with something the consistency of grease.

But, on my face, starting just above the cheekbone, was a thick line of goo about the width of a quarter. In some places it was almost transparent, in others more translucent. Where it had stopped its descent and pooled, at my jawline, it was opaque and the white color of glue. One small strand of it was threatening to stretch and drip and fall to the tile floor. I didn't need that.

Before I took a tissue and wiped it off, I said to my reflection, "You have your son's cum all over your face."

The volume of my son's ejaculation stunned me. I didn't imagine there could be so much sperm and semen accumulated in one person. And, the violence and force of his eruption both shocked ... and strangely thrilled me. My face and body had been at least two feet away from the muzzle of his firing penis. is His cum would have gone much further if it hadn't hit me, its target, with such impact.

I took a long shower. I didn't even take my t-shirt and panties off until I had soaped them up completely to get rid of any "evidence."

Finally, I stripped them off and threw them to the bottom of the shower. The main event was scrubbing every bit of me. Twice. I had to try and purge not only the cum stains but also the guilt I was feeling.

My own son. How could I have let it get to that. He was just eighteen. I was a 40-year-old woman who should know better.

I heard the bathroom door open. Above the spray sound of the water, I called, "Jack?"

"It's me, Mom."

"Alex! Get back to your room this instant." I backed away from the frosted glass shower door so he couldn't get a peek at me.

"I just wanted to let you know that was the best thing that ever happened. Ever."

"Get to bed, Alex. NOW!"

"All I wanted to do was thank you, Mom. I'm going to sleep great now."

That would make two in the house that would get a good night's sleep: Jack and his horny son.

"Mom ... Mom?"

I didn't answer. I don't know if I was angry or sad or confused or guilty—or sexually frustrated. Maybe all of the above. It didn't make me a good conversationalist though.

"Can I take a shower with you now?"

"Go to BED!"

"Okay, but I still want to see you naked."

"You saw enough tonight. You got what you wanted. Now leave me alone. I've got a lot of thinking to do."

"Don't beat yourself up over this, Mom. You did great. I'm happy. We still love each other, don't we?"

I let out a big sigh. "Of course we do, Alex. Go to bed and let me sort this out.

"Good night, Mom."

I was glad I didn't have to look him in the eye tonight. Even talking through the shower door was tough.

"Good night," I said, relieved this was over.

"Just one question," he said.

When I was silent, he asked: "Am I bigger than Dad?"

When I didn't answer, he asked again. "Mom, this is important to me. Am I bigger?"

I bit my lip and then said through the shower spray: "Yes. Alex, your penis is bigger than you father's. It's longer, and it is certainly much thicker. And, probably because of your youth, you generate a lot more sperm and semen." I don't know why I said that last part. Probably some passive-aggressive thing about his father. Jack could only make barely a stain with his orgasms. That's partly why I was so overwhelmed by Alex's volume. I still couldn't believe it.

"I'm glad I finally beat Dad at something," he said.

His father was always putting him down and ridiculing him. I guess he wanted a star athlete like he had been. We got Alex. And I was thankful for him.

"So, I would stretch you?" Alex asked.

"Stretch me?" I couldn't even comprehend at first what he meant.

"If I was inside you, it would stretch you. That's all I meant. Good night, Mom!" He sounded happy.

Inside me? Was that where tonight had led his thinking? I said out loud to myself, "Stretch me? That thing would destroy me!"

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That seemed to be the longest night of my life. I was lucky if I slept two hours. I kept going over all the angles again and again, trying to make some sense of it. Trying to see how I could have handled it differently.

I would doze off and awaken thinking it didn't happen. Then the realization that it DID happen would hit me again.

I had made my own son cum. I had jerked him off. I gave him a handjob. I had been covered by his sperm. Those were the facts.

On top of that, it had let the genie out of the bottle. My pussy was throbbing all night long. The clean panties I had put on after the shower were a mess. Soaked.

I was hornier than I could ever remember. Handling that big, hard cock had dredged up all those emotions I had so carefully repressed.

I was thankful when Jack finally got up. At least I would have some routine to get my mind off this mess.

But, I was obviously off. Even inattentive Jack noticed.

"What's the matter with you today?"

"I've got some things to sort out. Some problems to solve."

"Always something. Why don't you use some of that advice that high-priced therapist I pay for spouts at you. Weren't you dying to try that story-writing thing. All last week that's all you could talk about. I'm late and gotta go. Alex was still asleep when I looked in on him. Whatever you did last night musta worked. He's still sleeping like a baby."

Jack didn't even offer a peck on the cheek. I never got kissed, and I missed it.

Jack DID have a good idea, though. Story therapy was something I had just learned. You take a problem or a desire and you write a whole story around it, getting everything out. You essentially fulfill the desire or live through the solution to the problem and that discharges the emotions surrounding it.

I left a note for Alex to fix his own breakfast when he got up and that I was going to be busy upstairs in the study, so "do not disturb."

I got out a long yellow legal pad and a pencil. Real old school. And, for the next three hours I wrote nonstop. At first it was hard and I didn't know what to say, but then I got into it and the words just poured out of me.

By the end of it, I was exhausted. I'm not sure the problem was solved, but I was sure I had explored areas I never would have otherwise.

Thankfully, Alex had kept to himself. I left another note saying I was going out to do some errands.

When I got home, I went back to the study to go over what I had written. To my dismay, there was someone already there—Alex.

He had gone into my desk and was holding the pad with all my writing.

"ALEX! You snoop. Don't you dare read that. That's personal!"

"Mom, I didn't know you had such a good imagination. But, I don't think there's much imagination in it. This is all real. This is all what you really think. This is all you really want to happen."

"You've got it all wrong, Alex. This is part of therapy. This is so I can straighten out confusing thoughts in my head. Give me that right now!"

"Wouldn't Dad find all this interesting? Wouldn't he like to know what you think of him."

"Alex—you wouldn't ... you couldn't! That would ruin our marriage."