Mom Teaches Sex Ed to her Son’s Class – [MF][M/s][inc][incest][mom son][mommy]

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Mrs. Smith followed her son’s teacher down the corridor to the classroom. They were walking quickly as the teacher, Ms. Watson did not want to leave her students unoccupied for too long. In the silent and empty corridor, Mrs. Smith’s black high heels echoed as she smiled at her son’s teacher as they walked.

Reaching the classroom, Ms. Watson entered the room and beckoned her students to stop talking and listen. The room quickly fell silent as the boys in the class couldn’t keep their eyes off their new Sex Ed teacher. Kevin, Mrs. Smith’s son, who sat by the window, was staring out into the sky. He saw what his Mom was wearing and considering the type of class she was here to deliver, he anticipated much abuse from his friends.

Mrs. Smith followed the teacher in, her high heels once again announcing her presence. She smiled as she noticed the boys of the class gaze upon her. Her high heels very much exposed her feet, with small leather straps crisscrossing across the foot. This showed off her red-painted toenails. Her legs were long, slightly toned as she was a keen runner, which kept them slender. Halfway down her thigh, was the end of a tight, form-fitting black leather skirt.

Tucked underneath the skirt was a sheer white blouse. It was naturally low cut, with the collar reaching down to just above her cleavage line. It was a particularly warm day so she had an extra button undone which exposed even more of her large breasts. The shirt was see-through enough to make it clear she was wearing an equally as sheer black lacy bra, with red flowers embroidered around the cups.

She had her sleeves rolled up and arms crossed, but took one of them to fix her glasses as she examined the students in her son’s class. She placed a small, wheeled suitcase with her materials in it by her side, checked to make sure her long, natural blonde hair was still in its ponytail, and looked to the teacher as she was about to announce something to her class.

“Okay, class. As you know, the school has now started a new Sex Ed program where we take on independent experts to teach you about sexual health and wellbeing. As you are all adults now and most of you are looking to go to college next year, you are now receiving the advanced Sex Ed curriculum, starting today.” Ms. Watson looked towards Mrs. Smith and held out a welcoming hand before introducing her.

“Mrs. Smith here is a licensed sex therapist.” She paused as the class erupted in whispers. Some of them still looked ahead, while other were exchanging looks between Mrs. Smith and her son, who was now red faced, hanging is head low with embarrassment. The whispers died down quickly and Ms. Watson resumed her introduction. “And she will be your Sex Ed teacher and instructor for this semester.” She looked at Mrs. Smith once again. “All yours, Mrs. Smith.”

“Thank you, Ms. Watson.” She placed her suitcase on top of the teacher’s desk as Ms. Watson made her way to back of the class to work on some papers. She took out some name tags and started walking around the class handing them out. “As I don’t know any of your names yet, I ask that you wear name tags so I can learn them quicker.”

As she made her way around the class, she placed her hand on the arm of some of the students after handing them the name tag. To most this might appear to be an innocent gesture, but for split second before lifting her hand from their arm, Ms. Smith gently rubbed her thumb and grazed the nail of her index finger. She only did this to the students that she may want to use for demonstration later in the class. Anyone could be ‘selected’ – muscular sports players, busty cheerleaders, nervous intellects.

She made her way around to her son, Kevin, and out of habit, gave him a name tag. He began to write his name. She noticed this and then chuckled.

“Oh, Sweetie. You don’t need a name tag. I already know your name.” The class started to laugh and she felt sorry for humiliating him. She placed her hand on his arm that was holding the name tag and started rubbing it, softly, just like she did with one or two others. She continued for a moment before taking the name tag off him. Her son looked up at her apologetically. He was now sweating and totally red-faced now.

“Sorry, Mrs. Smith.” He nodded in defeat as he returned to looking forward, hoping his Mom moved onto the next person.

“Mrs. Smith? Sweetie, you don’t have to call me that. You can call me…” She bit her lip as she paused for a second, caressed his cheeks and then smiled, staring into his eyes. “… Mommy.” She then chuckled. Much to Kevin’s relief, she finished distributing the name tags and returned to the top of the classroom.

“The first topic we’re going to cover is kissing. Your partner can tell a lot about you just from the way that you kiss.” She started slowly pacing across the top of the classroom. “Who would like to be the first volunteer?”

As the class kept silent, she switched focus between the students she had ‘selected’ earlier. As there was no response, she decided to pick someone for herself.

“Okay then. Alex, come up here, please.” Alex, sitting at the back of the class, was an extremely talented athletics runner. Not used to participating in class much, he looked around nervously at his classmates before departing from his desk. Mrs. Smith looked with lust as he made his way up to her.

“Alex, I’m going to teach you how to kiss. Are you okay with that?”

He shrugged his shoulders, too focused on staring at her cleavage.

“Most boys don’t know how to kiss properly. I’m going to show you how you do.” She stepped forward and gripped Alex by his shoulders and pressed her body into his. She took one more glance around the class before looking at her son. She gave him a wink, then looked back at Alex and kissed him.

At first, it was a light pressing of the lips. She brought her luscious lips, wet with red lipstick to meet his. She took hold of Alex’s hands and placed them on her hips and she placed each of her hands on his cheeks and she continued to kiss him lightly. Afterwards, she pulled back and spoke to the class.

“See how I didn’t go straight into a French kiss. Being caring and gentle are just as important as the actual kissing part.” She beckoned Alex to sit back down. “Okay… who’s next?” She started to roam along the rows of desks this time, but she had a good idea of who she was going to pick.

“Danielle. How about you?” She returned to the top of the class and watched on as Danielle rose nervously from her desk. Wearing the sleeveless top and the short, frilly skirt of her cheerleaders’ uniform, she brushed off any lint from her large chest and pulled her skirt down a little. As she approached Mrs. Smith, she fixed her hair before standing before her.

“What would you like me to do, Mrs. Smith?” She looked curiously at her with her hands on her hips, striking a somewhat defiant, defensive pose. Mrs. Smith gave her a trustful nod before speaking to the class.

“I’m going to demonstrate with Danielle how to perform a French kiss. Observe how I touch her, move my head, my lips, my tongue.”

She looked back at Danielle and took hold of her hands and caressed them. This put Danielle at ease and she placed them on her hips, slightly to the back. She leaned in and kissed her on the neck.

Danielle closed her eyes as Mrs. Smith planted kiss after kiss on her neck. She moved up towards her earlobes, Mrs. Smith moved her hands and placed them on Danielle’s ass. She sucked on her earlobes before she softly kissed her cheeks, making her way down to the lips.

She quickly glanced at her son again, who this time, couldn’t keep his eyes off the two of them. She smiled at this as she now knew her son was turned on by how she was running the class, by what she was doing.

Mrs. Smith leaned in and pressed her lips against Danielle’s. She loved kissing other women as their lips were equally as soft and they always kissed in a more sensual manner. She pulled back from the kissing ever so slightly before looking Danielle in the eye for a moment, then kissing her again, this time slipping her tongue in.

They both started to breathe loudly. That’s about all they could hear as they continued their French kiss – the class was completely silent. A slight moan came from Danielle as Mrs. Smith pulled their bodies in closer. After a short moment, the kiss came to its natural end and when they departed, they looked each other in the eyes and smiled. Danielle then turned away and went back to her desk, pressing her fingers to her lips, mesmerized by what happened.

Mrs. Smith took a moment to compose herself before continuing the class. She moved back over to her suitcase and reapplied her lipstick, at the same time allowing the class to adjust to how her Sex Ed class was being delivered. In less than a minute, she moved back to the front of the class and was about to make an announcement before being interrupted with a question from one of the make students.

“Mrs. Smith. What about blowjobs, can you teach us about those?” The class erupted in laughter and even Mrs. Smith herself had to chuckle at the witty attempt to get a blowjob from her.

“Very funny… James. But I’m afraid oral sex is not in today’s lesson. What *is* going to be the last topic for today though is… is masturbation.” She started walking amongst the desks again. “I take it everyone here masturbates, yes?” After some brief laughter from the class, she phrased it a different way. “Hands up who masturbates.”

She continued walking around the desks. This time, there was a lot of embarrassed faces, no longer staring at her, but down at their desks.

“Nobody? So, nobody in this room masturbates, at all?” She returned to the top of the classroom and looked at the students in disbelief. Then she looked towards her son. “I know *you* masturbate all the time, my dear son.” She sported a smile and winked at him as she saw the fearful look come on to his face and the colour, out of it. The class erupted in laughter as jokes were said at Kevin’s expense.

“Mrs. Smith, I think Kevin should do the masturbation demonstration with you,” belted James above all the laughter and teasing, which only brought on another wave of it.

The thought of it flashed in her mind. She imagined her son sitting there at the top of the class, jerking his cock. She wondered how big her son’s dick was. Was it as big as her husband’s? Her son, while slim, exercised a lot so she thought of what his toned body looked like underneath his clothes.

She snapped out of her daze and found herself staring at her son and biting her lip. All of a sudden, she felt the abrasion of the bra as walked across the top of the class. Her nipples were hard and she knew she couldn’t caress her breasts right now; it would be too obvious.

“I think that would be inappropriate, James.” She walked over to her son. She was conflicted in her thoughts. Did she actually want to see her son jerk off? To see his dick? Was she turned on by him? She stood next to her son and started to caress his face, comforting him. She then looked at him.

“Unless. Of course, Kevin, you *want* to jerk off in front of your own mother, in front of the whole class?”

In his shock of being asked such a question by his Mom, Kevin caught himself getting hard. His mother’s soft hands and gentle caressing was causing a rush of blood to his crotch, not to mention she was standing very close with her chest at eye level.

His heart began beating as he looked up. As he did, he couldn’t help but look at his Mom’s busty cleavage through her white blouse. He saw how the buttons strained and how her lacy bra was pressed right against the material. He noticed how her nipples were hard and wondered if she was turned on too.

She noticed her son checking her out and the hesitation in terms of giving her an answer made it seem like an eternity. She too got a bit nervous.

“Kevin, Sweetie. You don’t want to jerk off in front of me, do you? I’m your mother.” This seemed to snap Kevin out of his lustful daze as his eyes finally found hers.

“Oh. No, Mom. Of course not.”

Some of the class looked on in disgust as others sighed with relief. Mrs. Smith made her way back up to the top of the class. “There we have it. My son will not be- ”

“But Mrs. Smith, we didn’t have much of a choice,” yelled Danielle from the other side of the room. “Why should your son get special treatment?” The class responded with murmurs of support.

Mrs. Smith returned to her suitcase, if anything to compose herself again. She closed her eyes to deal with her internal conflict – part of her wanted to see her son, naked, fully erect, jerking his hard cock and the other part of her knew it was so wrong, especially in front of other people. As she stood there some of the students started saying that Kevin should do it. She took a deep breath and opened her eyes.

“Okay. Kevin, Sweetie. Come up here, please.” She felt relieved that she made her decision and was now secretly looking forward to him jerking off in front of her, in front of his classmates, in front of his teacher. “Kevin, my dear son. Come to the front of the class, now.” She gave him a stern look as the class fell silent as they realised she was actually going to make her son do the masturbation demonstration.

Kevin couldn’t speak or even look at his Mom. He looked down at his desk and nodded as if to say he didn’t want to.

She went down to her son and held his hands in hers, to comfort him, to support him. She leaned in towards him, providing a clear view of her cleavage and moved her mouth towards his ear, close enough that he could feel her hot breath, then whispered. “Sweetie, I can tell you’re hard right now. That’s okay. I know it may seem wrong, but, I actually want this too. It’s also part of the demonstration that I do it too. I know you want it, Sweetie. That’s why you’re hard for your mother right now. Come on, Sweetie. Mommy’s here for you. Now, Come with me, okay?”

She gave her son a reassuring look, then led him by the hand to the front of the class. Kevin did his best to conceal his erection as he walked through the class. She grabbed a chair, sat him down and addressed the class.

“Kevin here, is going to show you the correct way to masturbate. Okay, boys? What I mean by correct is, optimal; the most realistic.”

She returned to the desk, then wheeled the teachers chair over and sat by her son’s side then whispered in his ear.

“Sweetie. Take off your pants. Can you do that for me?” The class continued to watch in a shocked silence, she addressed them. “Sometimes, when a guy is a bit nervous or shy at the start, ladies, it is sometimes good to practice some seductive touching, or kissing. Essentially, something to get the blood flowing. Watch this.”

Kevin looked at her in horror, but she continued to smile back, occasionally giving him the odd wink for encouragement. She placed her hand on the inner side of his thigh, just before his knee and started, ever so slowly, grazing her son’s leg with the light touch of her hand.

He shuffled about in his seat. His dick was getting hard once again and with now no desk to cover it up, he tried moving in such a way to cover it up. His Mom peeked down at the bulge in his pants then looked at him with raised eyebrows and a smile, wondering if he’s now willing to take off his pants for the demonstration. She leaned in to whisper in his ear, her lips almost touching.

“Sweetie, I know keeping that hard dick in your pants is very uncomfortable, especially as I am your Mom and the one who caused it.” She ever so slightly squeezed the hand that was grazing his inner thigh and started pushing it forward, closer to his crotch. “But the class is nearly over and Mommy wants you to jerk off for her. Look, don’t think of your classmates. Just think of me. I know you want to. I know you want me.”

Kevin looked towards his Mom again as he got more used to the idea. He couldn’t keep his eyes off his mother’s large breasts and the cleavage she displayed. He wanted to kiss her on the lips and not in the way a mother and son typically would. In his state of arousal, he nodded in approval towards his Mom and began unzipping his pants.

Some of the students gasped. Ms. Watson in the back had her hand over her mouth. To reassure her son, Mrs. Smith looked at him in the eyes, licked her luscious red lips and pressed them against his cheek leaving a juicy lipstick mark. She saw his hands move towards his belt. “That’s it, Sweetie. Take your dick out for Mommy.” She kept kissing him until he unbuckled his belt. When he stood up, she did too and leaned against the desk.

“Girls, I’m going to show you the optimal way to masturbate – how to massage the labia and stimulate the clit.” She gripped the waist of her skirt and turned it around so the zip was in front of her. Standing at the front of the class and beside her own son, she began to pull the zip down. With a teasing smile she looked around the class before looking at her son.

Kevin had now stripped down and was holding his dick in his hand, staring at his Mom that was stripping naked. He began jerking his cock, he couldn’t help himself.

Mrs. Smith winked at him before pulling her tight black leather skirt away, revealing she wore no panties and had a shaved pussy. She looked at her son, who was staring at her pussy, wide eyed. This was thrilling for her, she was so turned on by her naked son standing in front of her, in front of everyone.

“I see you’ve started early, Sweetie. Sit down. I’ve to give you instructions first so you do it properly.” She waited for him to sit down and sat on the corner of the teacher’s desk. She faced her son in the chair and spread her legs, placing one foot on the ground and the other resting on the armrest of the chair her son was sitting in.

Kevin gulped at the full view he had of his mother’s pussy, which was already wet. He could tell by the way it was glistening.

“Okay, Sweetie. Just grab your hand and start stroking it, very slowly.” While looking at her son, she maintained a seductive look, smiling at him for encouragement. She then addressed the class.

“Boys, notice how my son is stroking his hard dick slowly, this imitates how slowly you should start out when thrusting into a woman. Girls, watch how I massage my pussy, once you are wet enough, your body is ready for intercourse.” She slid her hand down her body and started to rub herself, initially gasping at the pleasure of it. She felt so naughty, especially as it was her son that she was turned on by.

Kevin kept slowly jerking off, keeping his eyes on his half naked mother. She picked up on this and dressed the class once again.

“Sometimes men will need a little more stimulation to get them to stroke faster. Watch.” She took her hand from her pussy and with the other she went to unbutton her blouse, but stopped herself to check with her son.

“Do you want to see Mommy’s breasts, son? Will that help you cum?” She could hear a few bits of laughter among the students, but continued. She took her finger and started moving it up and down her cleavage, she pulled apart her blouse and traced her finger around where the bra met her exposed skin. She slipped her hand behind her bra and started massaging her hard nipples, squeezing her own breasts, just to appease some of her arousal, relieving her of some tension that she had built up since thinking about her son.

Kevin didn’t respond. He kept stroking his hard dick to his mother.

“Come on, son. Do you not want me to show you my large breasts? I mean, it wasn’t that long ago that you used to suck on them.” She playfully laughed at her own joke. “I think you want to see Mommy’s tits. I think you’ve *always* wanted to see Mommy’s big tits. Don’t you think I know that you’re watching me whenever I sunbathe by the pool, or I catch you staring when I wear a low-cut dress. I can show my tits, son. All you have to do is say so… Well?”

She stopped talking and waited for her son to respond. The class was silent as they looked on. In the meantime, she continued to massage her breasts underneath her top. It took a moment, but Kevin began stuttering before giving a response.

“I want to see your tits, Mommy… I mean, Mom.”

“That’s my good boy.” There were a few gasps from the class, and some of the boys shuffled in their seats, but her attention was now solely on her son.

She unbuttoned her blouse. Her large breasts bounced out of her top as she relished no longer being in such a tight, restrictive top. She moved the shoulder straps of her bra down onto her arms before reaching around and unclipping her bra, exposing her large, natural breasts to her son and his classmates.

Within seconds Kevin was already stroking himself faster, with a tighter grip too. He noticed how hard his mother’s nipples were and imagined sucking on them. He imagined squeezing his Mom’s tits and her pushing them into his face, suffocating him. He wasn’t afraid to admit it now, he wanted to have sex with his Mom.

Seeing that this worked, Mrs. Smith started massaging her pussy again. She had gotten so much wetter in the couple of minutes that passed. They had gotten into a rhythm and they both tried to conceal their moans, but often they let slip. She continued to encourage her son.

“That’s it, stroke your hard cock for Mommy… Oh, fuck. Yes, that feels so good.” She closed her eyes as she imagined her son thrusting into her with his hard dick. “Are you going to cum for me, son. Are you going to cum for Mommy?”

“Oh God, Mom. Yes. You are so fucking hot.” Kevin was now jerking himself off faster and more furiously.

“That’s my good boy. Keep stroking. Mommy loves to see your hard cock… Oh, fuck… Now I want to see all your cum, baby. Cum for Mommy, that’s it.” She saw Kevin struggle to cum as he came close at times but didn’t have much luck.

“Okay everybody, when a guy is struggling to cum, especially for his Mommy, it’s good to help him out a little.” She went over and stood before her son with her back to the class.

Standing there naked in front of her son, she knelt down. Moving in closer to him, she made sure to graze her boobs all along his inner thighs until she moved close enough, and low enough, that her mouth was almost touching his dick, then took his hand away.

She looked at him in the eyes and winked. Licking her lips to moisten the lipstick, she then started to plant soft, wet kisses on his balls and then made her way up her son’s shaft, leaving lipstick marks along the way. With her tongue, she licked from the bottom of his shaft to the top, multiple times, just so it became wet enough.

“Mom. That feels so… fucking… good. Holy crap, Mom. I love you.”

“Aww, Sweetie. Mommy loves you too. That’s why I’m going to suck your dick now so you can cum for me.” She didn’t hesitate to put her son’s dick in her mouth. She sucked and sucked, occasionally using her tongue too.

“Oh Mom. Oh. I’m gonna… I’m gonna.”

She could tell by the way he could barely talk, and that his breathing became short and quick that he was close. With her hand she gripped her son’s dick with a tight grip and started stroking it. She saw a stream of precum come from his tip and picked up the pace.

“That’s it, Sweetie. Cum for Mommy. Mommy wants you to cum all over her big tits.”

“Nearly… there…Mom”

“Cum for me now, Sweetie. Mommy wants your cum. Cum on mommy’s huge tits. Cum for Mommy.”

Kevin shot lots of cum from his dick. His Mom made sure all his cum was spread all over her tits.

“That’s it, Sweetie. Now, doesn’t that feel good.”

As she finished up with her son, she noticed the class was expressing some disgust. Did she go too far, especially as it was with her son? She dismissed these thoughts. She believes, as a sex therapist, it to be natural to pursue any sexual desires you have, within reason. Today, she was turned on by her son, then lusted after him. She enjoyed herself, as did her son.

In fact, to reinforce how she felt, just before she stood up to clean herself up, she leaned into her son and kissed him on the lips. She heard more expressions of disgust from the class and turned to face them.

“What? Can’t a mother kiss her son?” She turned back around to her son and gave him a long, passionate French kiss before getting dressed and ending the class.

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