Mom’s Erotic Lessons [Incest] [Milf] [mF]

Alfred’s mom was way more than a gorgeous milf. When she finds out her own son is still an unkissed virgin, she enrolls him into her forbidden erotic lessons.

Chapter 1

I sat by myself in the college cafeteria. I took a sip from my apple juice and then turned it around to read the ingredients for the hundredth time. “Does somebody sit here?” a girl asked me.

I traced my eyes from her tight jeans, up to her belly button and then farther up her crop-top. Her c-cup tits strained against her upper clothing, just one poke and they would burst right through. It was Clara — the hottest girl in my class. I didn’t dare to hold eye contact with her. Her blue gems were too valuable for me to look at. I couldn’t believe what she was hinting after. Did she want to join my side? Maybe she had a question or two about some upcoming test. “No,” I tried to say, but my voice cracked completely and revealed my loose nerves.

She raised an eyebrow and didn’t understand what word I’d just stuttered. “Is somebody sitting here?” she tried again and raised her voice a bit louder.

I cleared my throat. “No.” I was about to say you are more than welcome to sit there, but I didn’t have the confidence to say it.

She took the chair and dragged it along to another table. She settled with the rest of her friends. They told joyful tales and plans about the upcoming semester, cracked a joke or two and delved into gossip. I must have been a fool to think she would sit by my side.

I got the last spoons of soup into my mouth and just wanted to leave as quickly as possible. It was embarrassing to be seen here all alone. I had no friends at all except for when playing on the computer. I didn’t know if they were my friends exactly, but at least I had someone to chat with.

On my way home, I shoved my hands into the pockets of my hoodie. Despite it being 68 degrees outside, I always felt the chill. I didn’t have anyone by my side to warm me with happy conversations, although I wish I did.

I lived with my father and my gorgeous mom. My dad and I weren’t so open we could speak about anything. But he kept telling me to get good grades and enter a well-sought-out profession and you will have a life worth living. I know he was speaking from his own experiences. Unlike myself, he was tall and exceptionally good-looking, jawline, short jet black hair and a well-built body. He was also a lawyer with a fat wallet. He lost his virginity at the age of fourteen and had caught my mom when she was barely legal. I was nineteen years old and still an unkissed virgin.

My mom and I, on the other hand, were way more open with each other. She was more caring and preferred love or wealth. She had just turned thirty-nine and still looked as if she were in her mid-twenties.

When I came home from school, she was already in the hall. My father opened the door for me. He’d traces of pink lipstick on his lips. “How was school today, son?”

“Alright,” I mumbled and slung the backpack the floor.

I usually referred to my mom as a rose. She was a rare redhead. She had a pair of tits that were not enormous so they hung like two sacks, but big enough to be squeezed and strained against her clothes. She was a bit on the shorter side, but her wide hips and voluptuous figure sure made up for it. She smiled and two dimples blossomed on both of her cheeks. Her smile was one of my only sources of comfort.

While Mom was cooking dinner, I couldn’t help but feel pangs of jealousy. I didn’t bother so much with my homework, just dwelled deeper into my dark thoughts. I was then lured out of my bedroom when her culinary arts simmered in the kitchen. She was preparing one of her traditional stews. She called for us when dinner was ready. She placed the pot on the table and removed the lid. “What lovely food have you made for us?” my father asked and placed his hands on her wide hips and tasted her lips. I had to look away when he snaked his tongue inside her mouth and scooped up all of her flavors. “It’s a chuck stew with red wine, stuffed with herbs.”

“It tastes delicious,” my father murmured, not letting go of her hips or her swollen lips.

“You haven’t even tasted it yet,” Mom said and had to lift his chin, so he would look her in the eyes instead of her breasts.

“Let’s have a seat then,” he said.

I was already seated. Mom sat down and gave me an extra amount of attention. She passed the ladle to me. “Here,” she said.

“Thanks.” I filled my bowl and then passed it to her. She just passed it to my father and waited patiently for her turn.

I got my first spoon in my mouth, and the second right after. It was incredibly creamy and tasty. Mom looked more flattered the quicker I ate. I could tell she wanted to have a conversation with me. It was something I dreaded, since lately she’d kept hinting I should see some girls. But I was a joke. A complete outcast with nothing interesting to tell. She was a bombshell, but something different as well, more caring and loving than any other woman out there. “I hope I didn’t make anything too unusual for you two.”

My father jabbed another spoon into his mouth. He’d already spilled a few drops onto the table. “This is more than delicious.”

Mom glanced at me, and I said, “You know I love your food.”

She looked me deeper into my eyes, trying to peer through the shell that had covered me for so long. I fell for her eyes, almost drowning in the blue color. “Do you want anything special for tomorrow?”

“Anything you make is delicious,” I said and hoped I didn’t sound too strange. Even when speaking with my own mom, I could still sound nervous.

“Better than what I make?” my father slipped in a question to help out my awkward silence.

“I’m sorry,” I said, not bothering with wounding his honor after he enjoyed her lips right in front of my face. “This is way better.”

They both laughed, but Mom then said, “You must have a favorite of one of my dishes?”

“Probably pancakes.”

“You better buy some more eggs,” Mom told my father and kicked him lightly under the table.

“I sure will, so long you will leave something for me.”

“Is there another special person in your life,” she asked. “Who would also like to be invited for pancakes?”

She was hinting after a girlfriend. Of course, she had begun to mention that a lot more recently. I swallowed hard and struggled to say something. My father then helped me out and said, “It’s difficult to find the time when you are loaded with studies.”

I scratched my neck and couldn’t look her in the eyes. “I have a lot of things to do.” Which was an obvious lie, since half of my time was spent jacking off in the bedroom.

The conversation didn’t end up as awkward as I had imagined it to be. Although I could already tell Mom was disappointed. She was sweet enough to take the dishes and I went up to my bedroom like usual.

I lay in my bed and stroked myself lightly. This time I wasn’t watching porn, but dreaming of Mom’s hot body. Milf was by far my favorite porn category. It turned me on to be taken care of by an experienced woman. I also loved how they usually had some pubic hair, unlike the younger stars who were always shaved. But it wasn’t just that, but the taboo thrill of doing something you shouldn’t be doing. I mean, we were related by blood, but yet, I wanted her. I craved her. I wanted to suck on her boobs again and be in her arms. She was like my archangel.

The walls started to tremble. My parents’ bedroom was right upstairs. I didn’t know if they knew that this house wasn’t exactly properly soundproof. Now, however, I listened intently to Mom’s powerful moans. Every time I heard the sound of her voice, more blood got pumped into my penis. It stiffened in my grip, so hard that a pearl of precum dribbled down the shaft. I stroked myself harder and quicker. I shouldn’t be masturbating to my own mom, but it was so thrilling and she was so gorgeous. I heard her thighs being slapped and her ass being spanked. It was me who was fucking her. I had her round ass in my grip and rammed my cock in and out of her red, pink pussy. I fired my cum right onto my bed sheet. It then fell back down to my stomach. I got the tissue paper from under my pillow and wiped myself. This felt so humiliating, not that glory and honor of slaying a real woman. If that day would ever come.

Chapter 2

A week later, I had a day off from high school. Mom stood in the kitchen and brewed some tea. She stood in her pink morning robe, her legs visible and also the inner side of her breasts, so no bra then. I also caught a sweet musky scent that I could only guess coming from the fruit between her legs. She beamed at me when I stared at her longer than usual. “Sorry for wearing these inappropriate clothes,” she excused herself and poured the steaming tea into a cup and then took a sip, her pink lips becoming wetter. “I didn’t know you were here.”

“I have a day off,” I answered. I went to the fridge and opened it. I needed something else on my mind before my boner would be too obvious.

She then gently closed the fridge and looked me in the eyes. “Why don’t you let me make you something,” she offered with her sweet voice.

I glanced at her and she looked as confident as always. Of course, she knew I loved her food. But I was unsure whether she knew it was more of her that I loved than her culinary arts. “Alright,” I said.

I sat down to watch some tv. I heard the breaking eggs, sizzling butter, pouring flour and then came the heavenly smell of pancakes making me rise from the couch and walk with my eyes closed to the kitchen. I opened up my eyes and she flipped the last pancake onto the swaying tower. She opened a bottle of honey and poured so much that it trickled down from the sides. She spilled it on her finger and sucked it in the same second. There would soon be two towers in this room. “Okay, Mom,” I said. “I don’t eat that much.”

She giggled. “I cooked for both of us. I hate watching others eat by themselves.”

We hadn’t eaten without Dad in a while. I hoped she wouldn’t come up with too embarrassing questions. Especially the first awkward dinner a couple of weeks ago when she asked if there was someone special in my life. Luckily, my father stepped in to help me, but now I was on my own.

“It feels good to finally get to talk to you,” she said and took a bite of the pancake, the honey dripping from her chin. “It feels like you have grown so quick. It felt like yesterday when you were a babe in my arms.”

“I’m not the most social person,” I reminded her, lowering my gaze and starting eating as well.

She gave me that look whenever she felt bad for me. “It’s something you can work on.”

“It’s difficult,” I said and swallowed a mouthful and wiped my lips. These pancakes were delicious. “I don’t find many guys I have a lot in common with.”

“And what about girls?”

“I don’t know if there are any girls out there for me.”

She touched my hand, still a bit wet from when she’d licked her finger. “There are tons of girls out there.”

“I don’t have the confidence,” I admitted with my eyes on the floor. “And I don’t think there are many that find me attractive either.”

“I find you attractive.”

I looked into her warm light blue eyes. They looked genuine and had no lies. “Thank you,” I said.

“And I’ll be more than happy to help you out.” My eyes lit up, and she stroked me some more, soothing my nerves. “But not with sex.”

That she even mentioned that word caught me by surprise. I questioned what she meant by helping me out before saying sex. Just her touching me like that was more than I could ask for. “When do we start?”

“I’ll be seeing my brother today … your father didn’t tell you?”

I shook my head. She looked a bit disappointed as if it bothered her. I’d never seen her like that before. “I guess he has a lot to think of. But I’ll be away for a week.”

I sighed, but she quickly was onto my skin again. “A week passes quickly,” she reminded me.

It gave me some comfort and for the first time in my life, I had something to look forward to.

Chapter 3

I was waiting impatiently for Mom to return. She’d gone a few days ago, but I missed her touch more than anything. I was still bewildered by what she meant by helping me out. I was too shy to ask since she probably thought it would be obvious.

Today though, I’d caught something disturbing. My bathroom needed to be furnished, so my father allowed me to use his. When I was about to wipe my nose and throw the paper in the garbage can, I spotted a condom, tied up and bloated with seamen. I raised an eyebrow. It looked fresh. I didn’t think anything more of this, and I didn’t want to jump to any conclusions. Only if it were true, I felt bad for Mom. That sweet woman deserved better. Especially after a twenty-year long relationship.

The next day she returned and once again her delicious food was on my dinner plate. Her lips were glistening from my father’s saliva. I wished it was of course me who got to enjoy her tongue and strawberry lips.

They quenched their lusts the same evening. I hadn’t seen nor heard her for a while, so I was dying for a little peek. I sneaked up to their door. The bed was squeaking and the walls trembled as Mom’s body smacked him. I closed my left eye and peeked inside the keyhole. I got hard the instant I saw her. Her red hair fell behind her, almost touching the tip of the swell of her ass. I couldn’t see her tits, unfortunately, only hearing them bounce up and down. I stroked my erection and already spilled some precum on my curious fingers. I had to run on my tippy toes into my bedroom. I snuck under my bed sheet and started jacking off, imagining it was me who she was riding. I got hotter and hotter and then fired jets of cum right onto my bed sheet. If only her cunt was above me, so I could cum right inside of her.

Instead, once again, it dripped back onto me.

My dad had to leave early in the morning. And today will be the day when she will help me out. Mom was already there in the kitchen, wearing the same revealing robe and cooking breakfast. She beamed at seeing me again. She spread her arms and pulled me in a hug. I melted inside her arms, breathing in her scent as if I stood in a garden of roses. She threw her red hair over her shoulders. The red flaming hair that had just covered her two round breasts. “Slept well?” she asked.

“Better than usual.”

“We can eat and then we can go through a couple of things … our first lesson.”

We settled down and enjoyed the pancakes. “So how has your weekend been?” she asked.

Well, it hadn’t been any different than any others except for the anticipation of this day. “Better than usual,” I admitted. I tried my hardest to hide my excitement.

“That’s good to hear,” she said and looked pleased to see me a bit happier. “What made this week better than usual?”

“Well, I had something to look forward to.”

“Oh,” she chuckled. “That’s good. I have also been looking forward to this. A new chapter in our lives. No one deserves sadness, especially when it’s my own son.”

She truly was a sweetheart.

We went on talking while eating. Mom was such a comfortable person the conversations just flowed on. Warm words after warm words just melted from my tongue. I had never spoken so much before. I had no idea where my social anxiety went.

“So…” she said and swallowed the last bit of her pancake and honey. She leaned forward with her elbows on the table, squeezing her breasts together. “What do you want to try out first?”

“Uhm … I don’t know.” I was yet again bewildered as I reminded myself that she was going to help me out with something. I still didn’t know what though.

“Have you ever kissed a girl before?” she asked and searched my face for answers.

I blushed beet red. “I never have.” The words weighed me down.

She was quickly there for me and reached for my hand. “It’s okay. It’s nothing unusual for your age, but some time has to be the first. And I’m here to help you.”

And her words lifted the weight off my shoulders again. ”Let’s go to the couch,” she said. I followed her there. She sat down, her knees pointing toward me and so did her lips and mouth. They were still gleaming golden from the honey and naturally smooth and full as always. I had no idea what to expect. I tried not to get too caught off guard. Not too excited, but her hints were teasing me and I was on the point of not being able to hide the growing bulge. “So, I will teach you,” she finally revealed.

I looked at her, still a bit uncertain whether she would share her delicious lips with me. “How?”

“What do you mean how?” she asked and funnily looked at me. “You don’t learn to play an instrument by listening to music. You neither learn to play football by watching the television.”

I had watched some tutorials on YouTube before on how to kiss. They placed the thumb and index finger together, forming them into lips. I had practiced on my hand before, always leaving me unsatisfied and humiliated. “With my hand?” I suddenly questioned.

“No,” she said and smiled even sweeter. “With real lips … we will kiss,” she revealed again.

Now it finally dawned on me what she meant from the start. My heart was about to jump out of my chest. I got a bit nervous, but her hand was quickly on my thigh and shoulder to soothe my jittery nerves. “It’s okay we’ll take one step at a time.”

“But … why now all of the sudden?” I asked. I’d been lusting after her for so long. It felt too good to be true that she suddenly wanted to help me out.

“Because you are my son, and I love you. I and know more of you than you know. I can’t stand by and watch while depression slowly kills you and your ambitions.”

“Are you sure of this … I mean you are my parent.”

“It will be a bit taboo at first,” she giggled. “But I’m sure in the end, it will be the best for you.”

“Okay,” I said and breathed deeply to calm myself.

She wetted her lips with her tongue. “No one likes dry lips.”

I just stared as she applied another layer of her saliva onto them. She then looked at me and drummed her finger on her thigh. I didn’t understand that she hinted that I should do the same. “Is it something I forgot to do?” I asked.

She leaned closer and closed her eyes. She stuck her tongue out and swiped it across my lips. She leaned back and her spit dribbled down from my lower lip. “Yes, but I don’t mind licking your lips.”

I then quickly swiped my tongue across my lips, not to make them wetter but to taste her forbidden flavors.

“Okay, are you ready?” she asked.

I just nodded. She leaned in closer and brushed her lips onto mine. It was just a light touch like a feather, but it was enough to knock me over. I had my eyes half-closed, and for some reason, I didn’t want to open them. She placed her hand on my shoulder. “We will kiss, not only I.”

“Oh, did I do something wrong?”

“No,” she said, “you didn’t do anything at all.”

“I’m sorry,” I said and started feeling a bit worthless like I usually did.

She was quick to lift my head with both her soft fingers and encouraging tongue, “You didn’t learn to walk the first time you tried, did you? I remember you stumbling on your feet as if it were yesterday. We all need to fall before succeeding. You will learn this like any other man out there.”

She made my chest feel a bit stronger when calling me a man. “It’s just a bit embarrassing,” I told her. “That’s all.”

She leaned closer and traced her finger on my chest. She got my attention immediately. “It’s alright, I expect this to take some time.”

“So, what should I do?” I asked, more motivated to master the kiss.

“For just a light kiss, you just brush your lips against mine and pout them a little. It’s really simple. Close your eyes,” she said and swiped her delicious tongue across her lips again.

I did the same and made sure not to freeze this time. Our lips touched briefly and I pouted them as she’d taught me. Again, it was light as a feather but the warm waves rippled all over me. My first kiss. I leaned back and let the warmth wash over my body. “How was that?” she asked eagerly.

“It felt good,” I admitted. Luckily, this time I didn’t freeze up all awkwardly.

“Yes, we all love kisses … but we all love deeper kisses more.”

I was already overwhelmed by that dim touch. When she said deeper, sweat trickled down my armpits. “Do you mean with tongue?” I asked carefully.

“We’ll get there,” she said, “but first we need to hold our lips a bit longer, locking them together and suck on them.”

Suck on them made my dick stir in my pants. I studied her lips. It was a long time ago I’d seen them from such a close distance. They were incredibly smooth with not a single crack or bump on the skin. They were light pink without any traces of lipstick. And lastly, wet and filled. “Are you ready?” she said and brought my attention back to her as if she yanked a leash. I pressed my thumb and index finger together, forming them into lips as I’d practiced before. She lay both of her hands on mine and lowered my fake lips. “No,” she said. “You don’t learn to play an instrument by listening to music, and you don’t learn to play sports by watching television. You need the real thing.”

“I’m sorry,” I apologized. “I’m just a bit nervous.”

“It’s okay, we got time,” she said and caressed my shoulder. “We can kiss lightly a couple of times before jumping into the deeper, and warmer water.”

Her speech was so erotic and tempting. I got pulled right into her warmth against my own will. I was about to swipe my tongue across my lips, but she shook her head. “It’s not needed, look.” She leaned forward and tilted her head to the side. She got her lips on mine and sucked them till they were as wet as her mouth. I froze for a minute but then realized her delicious lips were right on my mouth, served right in front of my nose on a silver platter. I tasted them and she tasted me back. It gave me confidence that she didn’t pull away to correct my mistake. She then got her hand behind my back and pulled me closer, gently squeezing our lips together. She spilled a lot of her saliva into my mouth, and it was the sweetest drink I’d ever laid my tongue on. We naturally paused and then parted our lips. But she now bit her underlip a little. “That was really good,” she said and licked the spills on her lips.

I felt a bit taller. “I’m glad.”

“What did you do differently?” she asked but as if she knew it beforehand.

“I … wanted to taste you.”

“Well, yes, but it was something else,” she said. “You took the initiative – girls love that.”

“It was easier than I expected.”

She flung some of her hair over her shoulder, revealing the skin on her round shoulder. “I told you from the start you had it in you.”

I looked at her demurely. I noticed her tongue again like a sweet candy stick just resting in her mouth. It was the final task for this lesson. “How do I get inside your mouth?” I asked.

“When we suck on each other’s lips, you gently sneak it inside of my mouth. We first scrape each other’s tongues, getting to know each other. Then we whirl them together, deepening our kiss till we are in the depths of each other’s mouths.”

Her speech turned me on and my erection got so obvious I couldn’t hide my blush. I tucked it behind my pants in front of her. “When we are done for today, I will leave you alone for a bit,” she said and smirked as I hid my bulge.

She was such a caring sweetheart. I was lost for words. “Thank you.”

“It’s alright. I masturbated a lot when I was younger.” She didn’t help my boner exactly by saying that. “I could get really loud as well.”

“How did you hide it from your parents?”

“Well, I was so loud that to hide from anyone in the same house wouldn’t be possible.” My dick throbbed against the pants. “I have some good oral and finger skills; I will teach you later. I won’t continue talking about this for now since I think I’m making it very painful for you.”

I gritted my teeth and nodded. My balls were swelling.

“Do you remember what I told you about the tongue kiss?” she asked.

“We do the same as earlier, then some scraping and then we whirl our tongues together deeper into our mouths.”

“No wonder your grades are so good,” she complimented me. “You have always been a good listener.”

“Thank you.”

She looked at my lips and was just about to dive in. “Are you ready?”

I nodded. We brushed our lips gently together and then locked them. I sucked on them first and then her tongue was right on my doorstep, searching around for a friend to please her. I extended my tongue and they brushed lightly first. We then whirled around, deeper and deeper into each other’s mouths. We were making out. I was inside a woman. I couldn’t believe it. She got her hands behind my back and I got mine behind hers. We continued to taste each other, both equally hungry. There were no restrictions or rules. I just let go and did what my feelings told me to do.

She eventually let go for a breath. As she moved her head away, she bit her lips even harder than earlier. “So … how was it?”

“Amazing.”

“Are you ready to kiss another girl now?” she asked.

It took some time for me to reply. I didn’t want another girl. I wanted Mom: the beautiful woman in front of me. “How will I make a girl come to me?” I asked, a bit unsure why she asked me this. “All the girls I have approached or looked at have just looked or walked away.”

“You got it all wrong,” she said. “A girl will never come to you — it’s the man who comes for the girl. It’s never the opposite.”

I had been filled with deceiving dreams to the brim till now. I’d always dreamed of the girl who got close to me, twirling their hair and enjoying speaking to me instead of looking disgusted. It had never happened and Mom made it obvious why. “I see,” I said slowly as it all dawned on me.

“And even that won’t be enough,” she said and revealed another layer of my deceiving dreams. “You need to be confident. With confidence, you can get any girl in your dreams.”

“Where do I find confidence?” I asked without giving my question much thought.

She lay her hand flat on my chest. “Right there … it comes from within.”

“I feel more confident now after you taught me to kiss,” I told her.

“I’m happy for that. It will be a new chapter of our lives. A healthier chapter,” she said and lay her hand, flattered, back on her chest. “But you are the one who took the initiative. So, you can’t give me all the credit for finding your confidence.”

“I’ve learned a lot from this,” I admitted. “A lot more than from school.”

“I’m glad to hear that you learned something from my lesson.” She beamed. “We probably have time for something more,” she then said and started unwrapping the belt of her coat. “Do you want to touch my breasts?”

My mouth slowly widened. “Yes.”

“I have some homework for you.” She then wrapped the belt back on and closed my mouth. My jaw was about to fall onto the floor. “You have to find a girl, when you have kissed her, you can then play with my breasts and then we will go over our next lesson.” She started circling her finger on her thighs, closer and closer to her pussy. “And maybe something else as well.”

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