Mom’s Taboo Piano Lesson: Part Two of Two [Mom/Son/Virgin]

I couldn’t stand the thought of my mother blaming herself, regardless of the circumstances, which is why I didn’t waste time consoling her.

After searching the mansion, I eventually found her strolling through the north gardens. It’s something she always used to do when life got too much, because she said it helped to clear her mind.

“I know why you’re here, Ben.” She said as I caught up to her.

“You do?” I asked somewhat surprised.

Honestly, I didn’t have a clue about what to say once I reached her.

“You came to tell me you don’t want lessons anymore. And that you probably hate me right now, which I totally understand.”

“Mom, that’s not it. That’s not it at all.”

A shimmer of light sparked in her eyes again when I gave her hope for retribution.

“Honey, do you realize what I did to you in there? Do you even know what actually happened?”

“Not really, but it doesn’t make me hate you. I’m sure about that.”

“Well, it should. Because I don’t know what came over me.” She insisted I hold her responsible.

“I’m not a little kid, mom.”

“But have you ever felt a woman or girl do that before?”

I couldn’t lie to her, even if I wanted to.

“No.” I muttered the hard truth.

“Then it makes what happened even worse, darling. Don’t you see? It makes *me* a really bad person.” She packs on the guilt again.

“But I liked it.” I blurted out in desperation to make her smile again. Because there’s nothing I hate more than seeing mom sad or depressed.

“What?” She sounded appalled and surprised, all at the same time.

“I mean, I think it worked. I didn’t stop playing, even though I was very distracted.”

“You’re just saying that. You still don’t understand-”

“I want you to keep helping me, mom. I’m serious.” I cut her off before that shimmer of light fades.

“Really?”

“Yes, please. I need you the most right now.” I convinced her.

“Okay.” She said with a reluctant smile and a hint of doubt. “We’ll have a lesson again tomorrow.”

And I simply couldn’t wait.

***

I left my mother in the garden feeling content, in spite of the little voice at the back of my head that rung with a hint of a warning. I just cared about seeing her happy.

No matter what I had to do.

And I spent the rest of the day mauling over the strange turn our lesson took.

I kept replying those last minutes when she climbed onto the piano and gave life to my shameful erection. How she crawled closer. And how she finally touched me in a way that required a shower afterward.

The seed had been planted, literally. And my constant reminiscing nurtured it to grow fairly quickly. Within a matter of hours, I had myself obsessing about the details.

Maybe there were signs of sexual tension before, but I never saw them.

My thoughts haunted me to the point that I started roaming the dimly lit halls when night came. Dad was home, which meant mom had to be at his beck and call until morning.

So, there wasn’t much chance of running into her. Regardless of how badly I wanted to. Not that I had anything to say really. But I did have this empty feeling at the pit of my stomach; a longing to be in her presence.

The thoughts I should’ve been entertaining about a girl I had a big crush on were nowhere to be found. All I could think about was the next lesson.

And if mom would do what she did again…

In my dazed state, I stumbled towards a door I probably should’ve passed the moment I saw it. But it was as if my instincts finally led me there when I wasn’t paying attention.

I was standing a few feet away from my parents’ bedroom. It was closed, naturally. But it did nothing to stop the grunting noises from crawling through the cracks and straight into my brain.

The grunting was no doubt my father. And I had no delusions about what he was doing with mom.

You’d think the disturbing noise would’ve motivated me to leave.

But it didn’t.

As painful as it was to hear, I kept pacing forward until I could touch the handle of that bedroom door. Fuck knows why I felt the urge to creek it open.

Just a smidge.

Just enough to see dad heaving on top of mom.

And he didn’t seem to mind her lack of passion.

In fact, he appeared to enjoy how she just laid there, lifelessly waiting for him to finish.

Until she saw me.

That’s when a spark flashed in her dead eyes. But it was quickly followed by a look of guilt and shame, like she didn’t want my father groping her beautiful breasts.

Not in front of me, at least.

Yet, she couldn’t really stop him.

Neither could she justify blocking him from driving in and out, until his big body contracted from his powerful climax. And he filled her with everything he had.

I just kept gazing at her, and her stunning curves. Every part of her body drew my attention, which was incredibly overwhelming. It was so overwhelming, I felt the urge to climb on top of her, just like my dad.

She was so vulnerable and gorgeous on those satin white sheets – in spite of the beast that was nailing her.

To me, he will always be a cold stranger I would’ve killed myself. It was only much later I realized that my homicidal thoughts were shared by my mother.

As the bastard removed himself from her slit and fell over to the side, I took my chance to close the door and leave.

I can’t explain why I walked straight to the empty music room on the other side of the mansion. But that’s where I found myself through the onslaught of confusion.

I wanted to be angry, which I was to a degree.

But I was just as aroused.

Then I sat down on the stool in front of the black piano. The moonlight bounced from the glossy wood in an almost magical way, and somehow it helped to distract me.

I didn’t know what to feel or how to express it.

It was all too much.

So I started playing.

Given the distance of the room, I could’ve hosted a small concert if I wanted to. And not mom or dad would’ve heard a thing.

But I wasn’t playing to blow the roof away.

I was playing to soothe my soul. Or maybe to damper the sudden lust I was developing. I wasn’t exactly focused on anything and I didn’t care to.

It would be useless and futile anyway. Because my thoughts kept coming back to one vivid memory I could never erase. Not even to this day.

Mom…lying naked on that bed, looking at me with a strange desire.

Time got lost as the music took hold. And with my eyes closed, I played my heart out. Without concentrating or thinking about it, I just fucking played for what felt like hours.

Then a distinct smell of fresh summer flowers waved across my face, only to settle next to me.

My heart skipped several beats as the thought of my mother sitting next to me gained substance. I could even feel the heat from her body radiating close-by.

I kept my eyes closed for fear of disrupting the possible illusion. Maybe I just wanted her there badly enough that I was fooling my senses somehow.

Then she whispered in my ear,

“Keep playing, darling.”

I started messing up the piece when the adrenalin began rushing through my veins. But it’s not just because of what she whispered. It’s because when I opened my eyes, I could see her sexy lingerie underneath her revealing lace robe.

Now the moonlight was bouncing from her moist breasts.

Her hair was still wet from the shower she took, and she spruced on the perfume she knew I liked the most.

With her fingers gently squeezing my knee, I tried my best to channel some manner of focus. But it was like climbing a mountain without any type of preparation.

Because mom’s hand didn’t stay where she initially placed it.

She used great care and patience to slide it higher towards my throbbing muscle. There were no loud shouting or antics of the sort. Not like the previous time.

Mom was meticulously quiet – all the way up to the bulge my pajamas did a poor job of hiding, she silently breathed into my neck as she placed extra pressure on my shaft.

The sensation of her palm grinding and her fingers closing down only made me more excited. And she got me so hooked on what she was doing I still can’t recall what I was playing at that point.

While I’ve replayed this memory in my head for every day of my life, I’m unable to vividly place details that didn’t involve the good feelings bubbling from my groin.

“If you stop playing, I stop.” She softly teased before she broke the barrier completely.

I think she said it to give me a kind of safety net. Like if I wasn’t comfortable, I just had to quit playing and the experience would end.

So, I didn’t dare stop.

Not even if the mansion was about to get sucked into a giant hole, I wouldn’t have stopped.

I would’ve used my last seconds to die a happy young man.

She opened the flap of my pajama shorts and reached inside. And my inexperienced boner reacted like a shotgun to her warm touch. In less than a second, I was hard and throbbing across the palm of mom’s hand.

“You’re doing so well, baby.” She said as she gently plunged down the foreskin of my cock, only to pull it back with a teasing squeeze action.

Then she did it again.

And again.

Mom liked how my body responded.

How my heartbeat escalated as my breathing turned shallow and quick. I was hot all over. And my hormones felt like a drug being administered straight into my system.

It was easy to tell mom was pleased by the way she slipped around on the chair right next to me. She was swaying her hips like she was sitting on top of me again, grinding her mound inappropriately against my young manhood.

The sensations were definitely different.

I mean, I loved our first interaction.

I remember it in specific detail years after.

But when I felt her fingers getting tighter around my pumping veins and curves, it was fucking incredible. And then she started stroking faster. She was clearly aroused…and maybe even a little curious, in spite of her experience.

“When was the last time mommy paid some genuine attention to her boy?”

Her sensual voice got me to gulp with nervous expectation.

It was already feeling so wonderful, what she was doing to my cock.

Until she slipped to her knees in front of me, and exposed my glistening shaft in the open moonlight.

The most intriguing smile formed across my mother’s gorgeous lips, only to remind me of the rules to our little game.

“Remember what happens when you stop, baby.”

It’s the last thing she said to me that night before she crouched down and took me in her mouth.

And it was such an overwhelming feeling with her tongue slithering down my big purple vein, while the contours of her cheeks wrapped a moist heat around everything else.

I didn’t notice the music disappearing, or that I was playing with mom’s hair as her saliva dripped down my aching testicles.

And apparently, neither did she.

I just wanted her to keep going.

I wanted her to swallow every inch, and solidify my new twisted fantasy I’ll no doubt be cursed with the rest of my life.

She started with a delicate sucking motion every time she came up, and then she’d drive her tongue into the head going back down. Once her lips were mere inches from my pelvis, she’d sensually slide her tongue around and drench my cock with more taboo spit.

I eventually found myself grasping the edges of the chair. Because mom didn’t stay patient or gentle. Not when she started using her hands too.

With my prick still halfway between mom’s lips, she twisted her fingers around the base area and began stroking again. At the same time, her sucking got more intense and intentional.

She wanted me to make a mess right on her tongue.

The way she looked up at me, and how she lovingly pulled on my muscle, what she wanted from me was as bright white as the moon.

I forgot about my hate for my father, but only with my mother on her knees.

And I throbbed inside her bobbing mouth so hard I thought my cock was going to explode.

“You want to be a man for mommy?” She asked as she finally stopped the stimulation.

And without even thinking about it, I nodded my head.

This is when my mother got to her feet, pulled her lingerie all the way up to her hips, and mounted me like our first dirty lesson. Only this time, she was guiding me inside her.

Her sweet pussy gradually swallowed my virgin boner, and the deeper I burrowed, the harder I started to throb.

“That’s it, baby. Just let it push inside.” She whispered between her shallow panting and rapid heartbeat.

Mom was just as excited as I was.

I can still remember her slithering walls clenching with delight.

She liked feeling me pulsate within her tight enclosure. And she liked the friction.

Her muscles twitched every time she rose and fell. Her breathing kept getting heavier. And her pussy continued to lubricate my muscle with a warm and slippery liquid.

God, the sound of her cunt slushing echoed in the silent room. Her breasts heaved in my face as I grabbed onto her rolling hips. The sensations stirring from my groin bled straight to my brain, but there was no stopping mommy.

I could feel the pleasure gaining momentum with her on top of me. My testicles were rising, preparing for the big bang. Just a few a more seconds of mommy grinding and falling got me so excited, I couldn’t hold it in anymore.

“Do it inside me, baby. Make mommy yours.” She spurred me on as she felt me getting closer.

It was the most satisfying experience to unload so deep inside her. I shook and rattled while bursting away my virginity. My boner kept on spewing and spewing like it was never going to end.

But it did.

It ended with my father and his gun…

*The End*

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