Mom's Home Schooling

"It doesn't sound like he's been a very good husband, especially in the sex department. You haven't had sex in five years. And it says here that until last night, it didn't matter much. But now sex is all you can think about."

"Stop it. You're my son. You can't talk to your mother like this."

"I'm only telling you the truth. The truth you wrote about right here," he said as he jabbed a finger onto the yellow paper.

"You shouldn't have read that. That's so private. I'm so embarrassed. It's a fantasy, like a dream. Not meant to be taken literally. Your father wouldn't understand. I was going to destroy it once I reviewed it again. I'm begging you to give that to me and never tell your father about it."

"Sure. I'll give it to you after I read a few passages. I want to see what you think."

"Please don't ... Alex ..."

Alex obviously had marked certain sections. He read: "I need sex. I finally admit it. Since I touched Alex's big, hard cock, something has been burning inside me. All I can think of is touching it again and making it come alive in my hand once more. The sight of it made my pussy gush and throb."

"Oh God, Alex—please stop."

"Reading is good, but doing is better, Mom." He put down the pad and dropped his pants and stripped down his underwear. "Take a good look, Mom. This is the cock you were talking about."

My eyes couldn't avoid it. It was already semi-hard.

"Come over and touch it, Mom, just like you say here."

When I turned my head away, he walked over to me and took my right hand and placed it on his cock. I didn't have enough strength to resist. The shock of all this was too much. "You like the feel of it, just like you said, don't you?"

I couldn't speak, but lightning went through me when I felt my son's cock jump to instant hardness at my touch. I couldn't help but look down at it. My hand, of its own accord, gave a little tug.

"And here's a good line: Alex wants to see me naked, totally naked. I want him to strip my clothes off me and watch his eyes as he sees my breasts, my ass, and of course, my pussy. I want him to tell me I make him horny, that I make him want to make me feel like I made him feel last night."

"I like that, Mom. I like it so much, guess what?"

Before I could answer, Alex stepped in front of me and stared unbuttoning my blouse. My hands went and grasped his. He said one word: "Dad." I dropped my hands and he continued with the buttons. He pulled the blouse back and I shrugged it to the floor. Now I was standing in front of my son with only my jeans and lacy white bra on.

After devouring my bra with his eyes for a second, he tackled my jeans. When his hands touched the waist button, I just whispered, "No, please." He unbuttoned the jeans, pulled down my zipper and slid them over my hips and onto the floor. I stepped out of them automatically.

Now I was standing with my half-naked son protected only by my bra and panties. Alex stripped off his shirt, so he stayed one step ahead of me. He was now totally naked and totally hard.

"Tell me you want me to see you naked, Mom."

"I won't say it. You're forcing me to do this."

"I'm only forcing you to do something you really want to do. You want my cock to get hard because of you, don't you? You want me to see your tits, your ass, and your pussy. And you want me to want you. Say it! Say you want me to take off your bra and panties."

When I was silent, he stood close to me and whispered, "Kiss me, Mom. It said there that you loved kissing. So here's a kiss for you."

Alex tried to kiss me on the mouth, but I turned my head. He persisted until he finally did plant his lips on mine. I held them tightly shut. Alex put his hands on my butt and pulled me close, grinding that big cock against my crotch and sliding it up to my navel and back. I tried to say, "Stop," but that gave his tongue access to my mouth.

My son was French kissing me. After fifteen seconds or so, I relaxed my mouth, then my tongue met his. He swirled it around in my mouth, and without thinking I shot my tongue into his mouth.

"Tell me you like kissing me," he commanded.

"That doesn't mean anything. Kissing is nice. So what?"

"Put your hand on my cock." I did without having to be told again or guided. I pulled and pushed it slowly, thrilling now to the feel of the raw maleness of it.

"Are you lubricating?" He kissed me for a good ten seconds before he took his lips off mine.

"Yes," came from my freed lips.

"Tell me the truth. You want me to see you naked, don't you? Say it."

It suddenly didn't seem so wrong to say the words: "I want you to see me naked." I was surprised when I heard myself voice them out loud.

"You'd love me to take off your bra and panties, wouldn't you?" When i didn't speak, he repeated: "Wouldn't you?"

"No ... yes."

Alex reached behind me and fumbled briefly with the three hooks. They came apart and he pulled the bra straps over my shoulders and it dropped to the carpet. I watched his eyes as he looked from one breast to another. My small brown nipples were already hard.

He held me close and kissed me again, then surprised me when he dipped his head and took my right nipple into his mouth and sucked.

My head snapped back, and a groan escaped my lips. His hand slipped down and into the back of my panties, tracing my ass crack and then squeezing my buttocks.

I was lost. Lost. This was too much. Some motherly part of me said, "We can stop. We can stop now." That's when he stuck his thumbs in the waistband of my panties and pulled them all the way down in one smooth ride. I stepped out of them.

Alex stepped back and took in his naked—totally naked—mother for the first time.

"Mom, you're beautiful. I love your hairy pussy. I love it. Turn around; I want to see that great ass of yours."

I did like I was in a trance. I might have turned around several times. Alex came close again and kissed me hard. And hard was the thing wedged between us. Alex's cock rested against the dense tangle of my pubic hair.

He kissed me and licked my lips and kissed me again before he said, "Mom, I love your mouth—I want to cum in it right now!"

That brought me back to reality, if there is any reality left when you find yourself naked with your son. "Alex, I don't do that. I've never done that."

"Let me read you something, Mom." He picked up the pad and went to a dog-eared page. He read: "It took all my will not to lower my head onto Alex last night and take that cock into my mouth. I wish I could get him to sit on the couch and then kneel down in front of him and lower my head and lick him, suck him, and make him cum like he did last night."

"That part really is just imagination," I said. I could never get myself to do it for real, for your father."

Last night and reading my story had broken some barrier in Alex. He was so much more assured, so less timid than he had ever been before.

"You might not be able to get yourself to do it, but I'll get you to do it. Come over to the couch, Mom."

He led me to the blue cloth couch we had in the study and stood in front of it. He put both hands on my shoulders and pushed downwards. "Kneel down, Mom." He sat down and spread his legs so I was kneeling between them.

"I can't," I said, thinking of the act I had always considered too gross to perform.

"Shhh, shhh, shhh ...relax, Mom."

He was using my own methods against me. I had said that to him a hundred times in the past to get him to calm down.

"Just kiss my knee, Mom." I did. "Kiss my thigh, Mom." I did. He had me leaning forward, very close to his erect and drooling penis. "Kiss the side of my cock, Mom." I took it in my hand and bent it away from me and kissed the thick shaft down near the bottom.

Alex took the shaft of his penis away from me and said, "Close your eyes and stick out your tongue."

"Alex, please ... no."

"Close your eyes, Mom." I did. "Now stick your tongue out straight." I did.

After a moment, I felt the slightest warm wetness touch my tongue. So slight it almost could have been my imagination.

"Taste that," he said. I pulled my tongue back into my mouth and tasted a mix of salty and sour. That heady aroma that had filled the air last night exploded in my nasal cavity. I had just had my first taste of precum. "That wasn't so bad, was it?"

"No," I whispered.

"Keep your eyes closed and do it again."

I leaned forward with my tongue out and eyes closed. This time Alex let my tongue actually touch his cock. I retreated and swirled more of his juices in my mouth.

"Open your eyes, Mom, and take hold of my cock. I want you to lick all around the head of it now."

"Alex, I'll do it if you promise not to cum in my mouth. I really don't want to do that. Promise me that you'll tell me when you're about to cum so I can take my mouth off you. Promise?"

"Okay, Mom. You win on that one. I'll tell you."

Without giving it another thought, I took hold of my son's penis and bent toward it. I started slowly and let my tongue sample the very tip and the juices there. Within a few seconds though, I was circling the entire head of it. My excitement grew with the smell, the feel, and the taste of my son's sex organ.

Again and again, I withdrew my tongue back into my mouth to taste all of the male essence that was my son.

"Now, Mom, suck it. Suck my cock, Mom!"

I looked up to protest one more time, but knew at this point it was futile. My lips encircled my son's cock and I pushed about an inch and a half of the bulbous head into my mouth before it became too wide for me to stretch my lips around.

"Suck!" Alex commanded. My cheeks hollowed and sunk in as I sucked.

I was, at the age of 40, finally a cocksucker.

"Oh, Mom ... that feels so good."

My mouth was opened to its widest to fit just a portion of Alex's cockhead. It stretched my lips to the breaking point.

Alex stroked my hair and then held the back of my head as he made gentle fucking motions with his hips. His cock slipped in and out of my mouth trying to go a bit deeper each time. Because the diameter, it couldn't.

I took my mouth off and looked into his eyes, "Don't forget to tell me when you're going to cum."

He nodded and pulled my mouth back onto him.

After another minute, he said, "Mom, I'm getting close, real close. Get ready!"

That's when I heard from downstairs: "Carla! Carla! You up there?"

Two things happened at the same time—Alex whispered "Dad!"—and he ejaculated in my mouth!

He must have been startled by his father's unexpected arrival, and it just happened. "Oh, Mom!" he groaned and pumped his hips while holding the back of my head."

"Jet after steaming jet of hot, sticky, salty thick cum bathed every square inch and crevice of my mouth, filling it with sperm and semen. I couldn't breathe for a second and tiny drops were leaking from my nose. The taste and smell were overwhelmingly powerful.

It took only a few seconds for Alex to completely orgasm into my mouth, but it seemed a lot longer.

Alex realized what he had done and pulled his still-hard cock out. My lips snapped tightly shut so I wouldn't spew all over the carpet, leaving a telltale sign of oral sex.

"Sorry, Mom!" he whispered.

I looked at Alex with wide eyes and bulging cheeks. Here we were, mother and son—completely naked, and my husband, his dad, was downstairs looking for me.

And, I had a hot gooey mouthful of son cum.

"Carla! Don't make me come looking for you!" Jack called from the bottom of the stairs. I knew his habits. If I didn't answer, the next thing he would do is run up to find me.

As much as I didn't want to, as much as I had promised myself never to do so, as much as I had always been repulsed by the idea—I swallowed! Gulp after gulp of wiggling sperm swam down my throat. All that had just been in my son's testicles was residing now in his mother's stomach.

Without even clearing my slimed-drenched voice, I called: "I'll be right down!"

"I'll be in the kitchen," Jack called back.

I jumped up and got dressed faster than I ever had in my life. Alex moved much more slowly, knowing there was less urgency for him.

"Mom, it wasn't my fault."

"I know, Alex, I know."

He gave me a hug and whispered in my ear, "But, I think it was awesome that I came in your mouth, and I'm glad you swallowed my cum."

I opened my mouth to say something, but closed it. I figured my mouth had been open enough for one afternoon.

Alex handed me my yellow pad. "I never would have told Dad anything you know."

"I know," I said. Even though it hadn't felt like it at the time. Part of me knew I was willingly playing along with something I had wanted to happen.

I went downstairs, and Jack was all excited about how well his big meeting went. I neglected to tell him the details of MY big meetings with our son.

Alex drifted into the room, and his father retold all the boring details again. Finally he asked, "Did you two clear up whatever it was last night?"

I was about to gloss over everything, but Alex spoke up. "We sure did, Dad. We worked it out. She said some things that probably left a bad taste in her mouth, and I told her some stuff that was hard for her to swallow. But, in the end everything came out fine!"

Alex smiled at me. I had to admit he was a clever boy. He was having fun at my expense.

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Jack, because of his business success of the day, and Alex (for obvious reasons) were in good moods for the rest of the day.

I was in a less good mood. I still had many of the same issues I had started the morning with. The Mother/Son relationship thing still was to be settled, and I was still horny as hell. The only new thing was that I had added "blowjob" to my resume.

After dinner, Jack went out for a drink with his business partners to celebrate the big new deal they had sealed earlier in the day. I was glad THEY would relive it and not have Jack tell ME all about it for the fourth time.

I figured this would be a good chance for Alex and me to talk about what had happened in the previous twenty four hours and set some new boundaries. I wanted to reset our roles.

I showered and instead of my "uniform" of t-shirt, panties, and robe, I wore my favorite blue satin pajamas I had bought for myself as a birthday gift. Jack couldn't be bothered so he just said "get something for yourself." They felt great—large and loose and cool to the touch, sliding over my skin as I moved. Four big blue buttons held the top together. The bottoms had a wide ribbon sewn into the waist for a belt. I tied this tight with a pretty bow.

At eight o'clock, about a half hour after Jack gave me a "don't wait up," I knocked on Alex's door.

"Come in, Mom," he said.

He was reading in bed, as usual. He looked like his normal self, and not a boy whose mother had swallowed his huge load of cum just hours before. I sat down on the edge of his bed.

"We have to talk, Alex. A lot has happened, and happened very quickly. This time last night, we were totally different people. A normal, happy family. Now things are turned all upside down with confused emotions."

He moved to the far side of the bed and placed his second pillow next to his. Then he lay on his side and propped his head up on his hand, supported by his elbow on the bed. This was his standard "listening to Mom" pose. My usual position was stretched out on my side facing him and resting my head on a pillow.

By instinct I got in my position.

"I'm not going to try and make what has happened into something ugly. I don't want there to be any guilt for either one of us. There were a lot of factors that contributed to us crossing over lines that should never in a million years have been reached. But, we have to face reality, and we have to go back to what we had before. I was selfish to let it all happen. I let my frustrations, my desires get in the way of my judgment. Do you understand?"

Alex leaned over and kissed me lightly on the lips.

"I love you, Mom."

"I love you too, Alex. But, come tomorrow, we have to—"

Alex stopped me with another kiss, and then another. It was so slow and tender I couldn't work up the strength to break it.

When he pulled back I said, "Alex, that's enough. You have to understand how emotionally weak I am at this time. I won't let my selfishness—

"Mom, stop it! You're not selfish, not selfish at all. It's me who's selfish. Look what you've done for me. Last night and today. It's been all about me, making ME cum. And what have you asked for yourself—nothing. And what have I done but grab it all from you."

"I don't understand, Baby."

"Mom, I know now what you're going through. You need someone to make you feel as good as you made me feel."

"Alex, that's not your concern or responsibility. Your father—"

He interrupted again: "Mom, Dad's a fool if he doesn't see what he has in you. He's a fool if he doesn't spend every second with you, kissing you and making you feel special."

He leaned close again while I was deep in thought about what he had just said. He kissed me and I felt the tip of his tongue press against my lips. I opened my mouth and our tongues glided over each other for a while. It was only after our lips parted that I realized he was caressing my breasts through my pajamas. I had neither bra nor panties on underneath. I'm sure my hard nipples poked the surface.

Alex guided my hand to his crotch and I didn't resist. I felt his hardness, and with the flat of my palm, pressed hard as I slid up and down.

Before I came into his room, I decided to give Alex one final gift.

I whispered into his ear, "Do you want to cum in Mommy's mouth one last time?"

"No," he whispered back.

"No?" I was shocked. I realized that my surprise came on two levels:

The obvious one was that an 18-year-old boy would turn down a blowjob.

The less obvious one was my own disappointment. When I had decided to give Alex a "parting gift" of oral sex, I thought I was being magnanimous. But now my mind wandered back to my stream of consciousness earlier in the afternoon following the "incident"—"I can't believe it ... all that cum ... I swallowed it all ... it's in my stomach right now ... my son's cum ... I could have vomited ... no, I couldn't ... it wasn't that bad ... who am I kidding ... it was delicious ... yummy ... I excited my son so much I made him cum ... all in my mouth ... after I sucked that big, gorgeous cock of his ... his cum surprised me and I swallowed it so fast ... I didn't have time to enjoy it, to savor it ... maybe I should make him cum in Mommy's mouth one last time."

"Mom, today was the greatest thing that ever happened to me. You tasted my cum. Tonight, Mom, it's your turn."

"My turn?"

"I want to taste you, Mom. I want to make YOU cum."

"Baby, that's not possible."

He kissed me again, harder this time. And his free hand went to the buttons on my top. Before I could react, he had the top two undone, and slid his hand under my right breast.

"Alex ..." That was all I could get out before he lightly pinched my nipple. I sucked in air violently in one great inhalation. "Stop," I said weakly. But by then the other two buttons were opened and Alex had spread my top wide, exposing my breasts and torso.

He kissed my neck, then lower to my collarbone, down to the tops of my breasts, and then suddenly, hungrily—he was sucking and licking and kissing my nipples.

"Aaaaahhh!" escaped from my lips. I was so lost in the moment it took a while to feel that his hand was rubbing my outer thigh.

It then went to my stomach and then lower. I realized where it was headed and grabbed his wrist.

"Alex. NO! I'm your mother."

He looked into my eyes, said, "Mom!" and kissed me deep.

I let go of his wrist and the palm of his hand glided down the outside of my pajamas and pressed over my matte of pubic hair and below.