He pushed the door open and was hit by a wave of steam. Peering through he could make out Helen’s silhouette through the curtain; she was humming lowly to herself. He moved quickly to the toilet. Despite all that had happened being in the bathroom while his mother showered made him feel like a peeping tom. Glancing over his shoulder he let his stream out, feeling instant relief as he did. He felt very exposed in that moment, and he oddly hopped Helen wasn’t watching. He held himself in a way so as to cover the shaft of his cock, which was still tender in his fingers.
As if she had been reading his mind, as Christopher was shaking the last few drops from his body he heard Helen’s voice behind him.
“Christopher, Honey?”
He turned his head towards he voice. She had pulled the curtain back, and Christopher could see her in her full glory. Skin dripping, hair pushed back, suds visible on her breasts. His eye widened a bit but he tried to not seem taken aback.
“Yeah Mom?”
“Do you wanna hop in with me and clean up?”
His eyes must have widened even further she smiled a little broader. He took two nervous steps towards her. “Oh, um, sure I guess.”
She waved him in, “come on in then”. She stepped aside to make room and a moment later he was gliding under the hot stream of water. He turned his face up to the faucet. “Hmmmmmm” He sighed. He shook his head and felt some of his faculties returning more. When he looked back at Helen he was transfixed by her wet, soapy body. She was running a pink loofah over herself, cleaning her neck and chest. “Been a little while since you and I took a bath together eh mister?” She said, scrubbing herself.
Christopher gave a nervous laugh. For a moment or so he just watched her as she cleaned. Moving the puff down her belly, and thighs, inside the cleft of her pubic region, and then around and between her cheeks. At last he bent over and picked up his own “Old Spice” hair and body wash. As he pushed the lid open Helen held out her hand to his.
“Why don’t you let me Sweetie?” She said, sipping the bottle from her finger and squeezing a gob of the blue gel into her palm.
“That’s ok mom, you don’t have too.” Christopher protested feebly.
“No, no, I don’t mind Honey.” She said getting closer to him now. She rubbed her palms together and set them on his chest. “I use to do this all the time remember.” She set her hands on his chest and let them slither over him. Her fingers moved deftly over her skinny body, lubricating him with soap. “You don’t have to be so shy you know.” She said, lather her arms and shoulders. “I’m your mother dear, you don’t have to be so embarrassed being naked with me. We’re just learning about the birds and the bees, that’s all. There isn’t anything bad about it.” She reached around him and began to wash his back. She her wet, slippery nude body was about an inch away from his. Christopher felt the tingle returning to his groin. He wanted badly to wrap his arms around her, feel her pressed against him, but he stood motionless.
“I know that mom. All this, it’s been really amazing. I understand so much more now.” He said, feeling his face getting hot as she slide her soapy hands over his bottom. “It’s just, I dunno. It’s hard to describe.” Helen squeezed more of the gel into her palms and began to slide them up his thighs.
“Try to Christopher. You can tell me anything remember?” Her fingers squirmed over her penis and testicles, fondling them as she as she washed them. Christopher shook a little, as the blood began to rapidly return to that area.
“Well… it’s weird…it’s like, doing this, being here, naked with you, touching you…you touching me, it seems kinda bad. Like we’re doing something dangerous or wrong but…it’s a good feeling? Like the wrongness makes it right…maybe I’m just weird, I dunno.”
“Oh Christopher no, you aren’t weird.” Helen said, wrapping her arms around him. Christopher instinctively put his around her as well, resting them on the small of her back. “I know exactly what you mean. It’s a very normal thing to feel when you explore sexuality. It’s an exciting feeling. Like you’re being naughty right?”
Christopher nodded. His hands started to slip down her back and held her ass. She didn’t seem to notice. “I remember, when I was about you’re age… there was a neighbor. He was older than me…he was very handsome and athletic. I use to watch him mowing his parent’s lawn with his shirt off, swimming in his pool…. I’d get very excited and I would touch myself. And when I did that it felt very bad, like I was being nasty or dirty, but that just made it feel even more exciting. It’s confusing baby I know, but if you enjoy it don’t worry about it ok?”
She looked down into his eyes, pressed against him, stroking his back as the water fell on their heads. He could have stayed in that moment forever, clinging to her. Finally He said. “I think I understand, I love you mom.”
“I love you to Christopher. Very, very much.” She lightly kissed his forehead. She then looked down between their bodies, a mischievous smile creeping up the corners of her lips. “Oh hello.”
Christopher looked at her for one confused instant then figured it out. Glancing down he saw his half erect cock pushing against her leg. “Oh! Hehe!” He took a quick step back.
“Looks like someone is recovered.” She leaned over and around him and turned the water off. “I forgot how quickly boys your age can recuperate…you feel up to talking some more sweetie?”
“Yes please mom.”
“Alright, let’s head back to the room.” She said, stepping out of the tub and grabbing a towel. As he stepped out after her she ruffled his hair with the towel playfully. Laughing, he took it from her and patted himself off. She dried her own hair then led him back into the bed. As he walked he felt himself getting harder by the second.
When they reached the bedroom Christopher stood by the door and watched his mother sit down at the foot of he bed. “So, we had started with oral sex, we could keep going with that if you like.”
“You mean, another Blowjob mom?” Christopher asked, his voice optimistic.
Helen shook her head. “Uh-uh, I was thinking you should learn about cunnilingus sweetie. That’s when you’d use your mouth to pleasure me. A lot of boys and men don’t ever really bother with it or at least learn how to do it right, but if you do most women love it.” She patted the bed beside her. Christopher sat down next to her and casually place his hand n her leg. She put hers over it. “So, you kneel down at the foot of bed between my legs and I’ll show you what to do ok?”
Christopher scooted off the edge of the bed as Helen spread her legs further. He crept between them. “Now get in close.” She encouraged. He leaned in slightly. Helen chuckled “it doesn’t has teeth dear, come in and get a look.” Her hand laced into his hair and nudged him inwards until his face was about two inches from her slit. He could smell the juices flowing from her, mingled with the fresh scent of the shower. He eyed it eagerly.
“To start off with baby, I want you to kiss around it. Kiss my thighs and my mound, tease me a bit.” She said, releasing his head just a little to let him move. He began the task, opening his mouth and leaving delicate kisses on her smooth legs and her lips. His tongue would quickly spring out and lick at her occasionally. She steered his head, “very good, now take out your tongue, and run it all the way up my slit to the very top. Get a nice taste of me.”
Christopher did as he was told, extending her tongue and putting it inside of her and moving it upwards. The taste was salty and sweet at once. His mouth and nostrils filled with it and he took hold of her thighs as he relished it. She ruffled his hair, “Not too fast, remember we have all the time we need…mmmm, how do I taste hone?”
He looked up at her and whispered “amazing”. He ran his tongue up her again for good measure. She held his head more firmly again. “Ok, now take your lips, and put them over my clit, then just suck on it, move your mouth back and forth.”
As instructed he found the pink little pearl and laid his mouth over it. He began to suckle, his lips undulating back and forth as he did, gripping her thighs more tightly for support. He heard a soft, muffled coo from above and Helen held his head harder. “Aw. mmmh, yes, just like that. Now. Take your tongue sweetheart… and push it down nice and hard.”
His tongue slithered out of his mouth and settled against her. Helen squirmed a little and made a squeaking sound. She pushed him deeper into her body and when she spoke he could hardly hear her through her legs in his ears. “oooh, that’s right, now just pushing it down, and move it in a nice little circle darling. Be sure to hold my legs still, I’m going to try to move, but it’s better if I stay as still as possible”
Christopher pressed his fingers down into her legs as hard as he dared as he began to wiggle his tongue in a circle. The effect on her was immediate and drastic. He could feel her body twitching and trembling, could hear her breathing becoming heavy. Her grip on his head was locking him in place. After a moment she began to moan.
“Awww, ooooh, aw! Oh god! Oh that’s it baby keep going, oh keep going…you’re doing so good Christopher.” He paused for a moment to glance up at her face and instantly Helen was tugging on his hair. “Don’t stop!” She urged breathily, “Oh stop Honey, you do that so well…you’re father never eats my pussy this good, oooooh, could you finger me a little?”
It took a second to guess what she meant, but one he did Christopher shifted his position, careful to keep his lips sealed to her as he lifted one hand from her leg and slowly let his index finger creep inside her vagina.
“Mhn! Shit!” Helen squeaked. “mmhmm, and your middle finger baby, just…slide them both in and move them in and out…fast…oh keep licking me Honey.”
His palm turned up, he pushed both fingers into her as she told him to. He started to pump them in and out, getting faster as he did, his lips and tongue still dancing on her clit. She seemed t get wetter by the second, his fingers slipping in and out of her with ease. Christopher was breathing hard through his nose, his chin soak with her secretions. His arm and neck were straining with effort as he carried on, building in tempo as he did with manic attention.
“Oh Christopher! That’s it! Keep going, please…mommy’s almost there!” Her body was like shuddering, he voice soft and high. In that instant he felt a sudden change. She seemed at one second to go limp and in the next buck he hips violently and she let go of his haed. In response, fueled by instinct and lust, he shoved his fingers as hard and far into her as he could. Helen Howled.
“OH! OH! OOOH! MMMH, HA! HA!”
Before he knew what was what Christopher’s mouth and face was drenched with a warm, clear, gush of liquid. It flooded his chin, splashed down over his chest, filling his vision. For a spit second he thought madly She’s peeing on me! What the hell?!
He fell backwards, resting on his palms and gazing up in something between fear and amazement. Helen was lying back on the mattress now, panting. He hands balled into fists in the sheets. There was a dark wet patch on the bedspread between her legs and drops on the rug below. Christopher stayed there in silence, breathing, watching, thrilled but also afraid he’d hurt her. After a moment Helen raised he head and looked at him. Her expression was one of love and awe. “Oh my god!” She said softly. “Jesus Christopher, do you know what you just did?… you made me ejaculate.”
He stared at her in confusion. He managed to heft her self up into a sitting position tiredly. Christopher could see we was still shacking a little. “Your father has never done that….” She smiled at him in profound disbelief. “Sorry I didn’t warn you…I wasn’t expecting it…” She looked down at the wet mess around her and laughed embarrassedly.
“What, what is it?” He finally asked, when he was convinced she wasn’t hurt or upset. He was beginning to feel proud of himself. Dad’s never done it?!
“Well…it’s a little hard to explain, I don’t know a lot about it myself, but when a woman is very, very aroused and being stimulated in both her clitori and her vagina and she relaxes enough, she releases a rush of liquid from her urethra…not all women can do it…. I’ve only ever done it twice before and that was by myself…. You did real good Honey.” She said and giggled again, as she look at the light puddle around her bottom. Christopher blushed and shrugged, grinning childishly.
She beckoned him with her finger “Comere.”
Category: eroticliterature
The Talk PT 5
Christopher gaped at her. He’s heard the term thrown around by boys at school always in a raunchy joke or in a hushed tone. He never thought it would someday leave his mother’s lips in front of him. He understood the concept vaguely.
“Sure, isn’t it when a girl puts a boy’s dick –sorry, er- penis, in her mouth?” he suggested.
“That’s the basic idea, but a lot can go into it. Would you like to give it a try?”
“You’d do that mom?!” he looked at her aghast. “I never thought of that being the sort of thing mom’s did. I mean it just seems kinda…I dunno,”
“Dirty?” Helen suggested.
“Well…yeah. Just…not something you’d do.”
Helen grinned. “Sweetie, remember hat I keep saying, there is nothing dirty about sex. Oral sex isn’t a bad thing that only bad people do. It’s something lots and lots of people enjoy. Me included. As you get older you’re going to want to try things, and you ought to have an idea of what you like. Also….” She trailed off, running her had down his cheek.
“What is it mom?”
“Well…. you’re very excited dear and boys your age, who haven’t done much of this kind of thing before, typically don’t take very long to have an orgasm. I just think that if we can relieve a little of that pressure now we might make you last a bit longer later if you want me to show you…. some other stuff.” She tapped his nose playfully. Christopher giggled. “So whatcha say baby? Want me to give you a blowjob?” She was rubbing his chest softly through his shirt. He had the lightheaded feeling again.
“Yes mom, please.”
Her smile broadened in a devilish way. “Well, then you better take your shorts and shirt off dear.”
She shifted into a sitting position, as Christopher shifted up as well, pulling his dark T-shirt off. He hooked his thumbs around the elastic of his shorts and went to tug them down but when he glanced up at Helen he paused. He wasn’t to getting naked front of people let alone his mother. Part of him, the part still not entirely sure all of this was even real, had expected her to look away. Instead he was watching him carefully. He tittered a little, blushing.
“Come on Christopher don’t be shy. I’ve seen all of you before remember?”
Shrugging a little, Christopher tugged down his boxers over his pulsing erection and dropped them on the rug by his other clothes. His adolescent member all six inches, uncut tip dripping with pre-cum, jutted up from a nest of downy pubic hair. His balls hung low and swollen by his buttocks. He looked from it to Helen. She regarded it with an almost hungry stare.
“How’s it look?” He asked. “Is it normal? Like, big enough?”
“Sweetie,” Helen said, creeping over his legs and kneeling in front of him. Her fingers slid around it calmly and smoothly, almost teasing it with her touch, “It’s perfect. Just right for a boy your age. Now you just lay back and relax, if you like something or want more of something just tell me.”
“Okay,” He muttered in an exasperated whisper. Helen leaned down slowly, keeping eye contact with him as she did. When she was face to face with his cock she opened her mouth and began to kiss it leisurely up the shaft. Each time her wet mouth landed it made Christopher shake. When she reached the tip, she pulled his foreskin down bit-by-bit, exposing his engorged head, swollen and slick. Keeping her eyes on his she kissed it lightly, then let her tongue out and ran it around the rim before lowering her soft lips around it.
“Oh!” Christopher murmured. He could hear a faint sucking sound as Helen’s lips took him in. Her tongue seemed to dance around it. Her hand gripped his steadfastly and began to move up and down. “Oh wow! Oh wow! Oh god!” Christopher cried. His face contorted and his head rolled back, his eyes shut. It was unlike any sensation he’d ever known. Her mouth was warm and wet and titillating. He heard a soft, muffled chuckle rom between his legs.
“Is that nice dear?” Helen asked. Her hand slipped up and down his shaft.
“Uh-huh.” Christopher mumbled, his hands searching for something to hold. Laughing to herself, Helen lowered her mouth once more, bobbing her head up and down. Her hand wrapped around his testicles and began to massage them. She came up briefly and regarded it. “Let’s see if I can still do this…” she whispered to herself, before lowering her entire mouth onto him. He watched with awe as she went lower and lower, taking the whole of him into her mouth, until her lips touched the base of his scrotum and the tip of his cock was enveloped in the back of her throat. She held this for a moment before coming back up, slurping as she did. She smiled proudly, raising her eyebrows at him.
“Whoa! That was amazing mom!” Christopher said, momentarily distracted from her hand still pumping at his organ. “I haven’t done that in years. It’s called deep-throating. Takes a little practice.” She winked and leaned down lower, now wrapping her lips around his testicle.
“AW…ssshit!” Christopher cried. He clapped his hand over his mouth in embarrassment. “S-sorry mom…” He stammered.
“That’s ok baby, it’s alright to swear a little under the circumstances.“ She said before sucking on his ball again. Her tongue pushed and played with his sac, as if she her making out with it. With her free hand she reached up and took his, placing it on her breast. “Play with my tits a little while I do this honey.”
Taking her advice, he cupped her boob, rolling his thumb around his nipple. He felt something building. A pent up, unexploded bomb waiting to detonate in his balls that he recognized. “Mmmh! Mom…I think…I’m gonna…” He stammered. She pulled herself off of him quickly.
“Hang on a sec baby.” She said, hoping off of the bed. Christopher was bewildered as she steered his legs around s that he was laying sideways, his feet touching the floor. “Huh?!” was all he could manage to say. His face was flushed. He was right at the edge.
“Just relax.” She said, falling to her knees at the side of the bed. Instead of taking him into her mouth when she leaned over with, she wrapped both breasts around his shaft and squeezed them tightly together. She started to move them up and down vigorously. “Go ahead sweetie, cum for mommy….mmmm do you like mommy’s nice big titties on your hard cock baby?” She whispered.
His response was a deep, deep groan. He felt a rush similar to those he’d felt before but far beyond. It started down in his thighs, surging upwards. He felt his buttocks clench shut, his heart racing wildly, his eyes wrenching closed. “Uuuuuuh!” He could feel the warm rush over take his cock as he shot a long white rocket of cum from his tip. It seemed to go on shooting for whole minutes as he lay on the bed, he face a red sweaty mess with hair plastered to it, panting.
When he opened his eyes and looked at her Helen was beaming her eyes sparkled and he could see shining patches of his spunk glistening across her skin. It decorated her neck and chin, dribbled over and between, her breasts, and little splotch had landed directly on her cheek. He was astonished by how much of it there was. She rested her hands on his thighs.
Somebody sure was wound up.” She said. “Did you like that darling?”
He exhaled slowly. “Mom…that was…. like heaven…. you do that to Dad?” He asked, lifting his head weakly up from the mattress to look at her.
Helen shrugged, “sometimes sweetie. Though I don’t often titty-fuck him and I’ve never deep throated him.”
Even as he lay there having just been on the receiving end of one of her blowjobs, the mental image of his mother sucking on his father’s penis seemed totally incredulous to Christopher. He knew of course that in theory his parents must have had sex to have had him. But up until today he never could’ve imagined it.
“He’s so freakin’ lucky!” he muttered.
Helen chuckled, “well thank you. That means a lot. Tell you what, why don’t you rest up a little; I’m going to hop in he shower and get cleaned up. You just relax, okay dear?”
“Ok mom.” Christopher murmured tiredly as he went about the colossal task of shifting his feet back into the bed. His flaccid penis hung tenderly and limly between his thighs over the sheets, dripping with the last remnants of cum and his mother’s saliva. Helen walked out into the hall, not bothering with her robe. As she went through the door she paused, turning to offering him an affectionate wink and t blow him a kiss. Smiling Christopher winked back and raised his hand weakly in a catching motion. He then watched her bare ass disappear around the corner.
As he lay alone in the bedroom he sighed contentedly. Looking down, he regarded he regarded the wet, drained limb between his legs and shook his head in disbelief. In his mind’s eye he could still see Helen’s mouth wrapped around it. Faintly he heard the water in the bathroom go on. He rolled over and pressed is head against her pillow, breathing in the beloved scent of her hair.
Lying therefore a moment or two, he was suddenly struck by an urge, a familiar pressure in his lower stomach. He managed to shift out of the bed, groaning as he did and shuffle in a almost drunken stagger to the door. When he poked his head into the hall way, he gave his nakedness a fleeting glance before shrugging and walking lightly towards the bathroom.
Helen had left the door ajar a crack. He stood in awkward consideration of whether or not to knock, feeling the pressure build. Finally he wrapped his knuckles on the door.
“Christopher? Sweetie what is it?” Helen’s voice called from within.
“I have to pee mom.” He said shuffling his feet.
“Oh, ok come in.”
The Talk PT 4 (NSFW, Incest, M/s)
Christopher stared back at her. He could feel his heart rattling his teeth. He nodded. “Sure…if you don’t mind.”
Helen shook her head. “I don’t mind dear. I know you’re curious. Come’re” she arched her finger at him in a come-hither motion. He scuttled up the mattress. He realized how ridiculous he must look, scurrying on his knees with a boner hard enough to tear through steel, wearing a “Star Wars” T-shit and classic car boxer shorts, but he didn’t care. So much of this moment felt ridiculous and the part of him that felt any shame about it was not in control.
When he reached her stomach he stopped and knelt pensively before her. “Hold out your hands baby” she directed. Obediently he held out his hands in front of his chest as though he was about to play an invisible piano. They were shaking.
Helen reached out with her own hands and took his. Her fingers soothingly rubbed his palms. “Now sweetie, I know you’re very excited, but I want you to just relax and let your fingers explore my body. Be gentle and don’t rush. Take as long as you like. We have all the time in the world. Ready?”
“Mmmhmm” Christopher murmured, staring at his hands as Helen slowly lowered them towards her breasts. He felt a twinge of fear. “If, I don’t do it right…?” he started to say but Helen shook her head. “Don’t worry, you won’t hurt me. We’re just doing this to help you learn about my body, so there is no wrong. Just remember to go slow, be tender and if I tell you to stop doing something just stop. Ok?” He nodded, reassured.
She placed his hands on the tops of her breasts. “Go ahead sweetie, have fun and satisfy your curiosity.” Christopher took a deep breath and held it for a moment, before moving his fingers. Cautiously, meticulously, he brushed his hands over every inch of her. Starting at the top he felt his way smoothly over her breasts, tracing her areolas with the tips of his fingers, feeling her nipples harden under his touch. He found his way over her smooth shoulders, down her arms, to the back of her hands. This is wrong he thought to himself, She’s you’re mother. It isn’t normal to touch her like this. It isn’t normal to enjoy touching her like this. But he did. Oh but he did!
He continued his journey down her form. Feeling her midriff, toned by years of yoga. His fingers brushed her naval, her hips and her thighs. He investigated the curves of her legs. After a second of consideration, he ran his hands down her butt cheeks. At last her came to her mound. Very carefully he brought his hand over her sex, barely touching it as it went. He could feel the soft fur of her pubic hair, the radiating warmth and the slick dampness of her lips.
As he made his inch-by-inch tour of Helen’s body, Christopher kept glancing up at her for assurance. She’d look from his hands to his face and when she did he could see a fondness in her gaze that reminded him of the times he’d brought home straight A report cards or prize winning essays. After what felt like hours, running his hands over every part of her she reached down and gingerly took his hand by the wrist. “Alright, let’s review a little” she said.
She led his hand up and placed it so it neatly cupped her left breast. “What’s this?” She asked.
“Your breast.’ Christopher said instantly.
“Mmmhmm, and this?” she guided his hand so that his fingers touched her nipple.
“Nipple and your areola?” he answered.
“Very good,” she steered his hand and laid it squarely on her mound. “And what is all this called?”
Christopher paused for a moment, then said. “Vulva?”
“Yep, good so far.” She ran his hand over her triangle of hair and down the soft skin of her lips. “What’s this part of my vulva called?” Christopher shuddered and sighed absently trying to gather his thoughts. “Take your time sweetie.”
“Labia!” He said abruptly.
“Hehe, yes, good….and underneath we find…” delicately she took his index finger and slipped it between her lips. He could feel the warmth radiating from inside off her body , and the slickness of her flesh much more strongly. She guided him until he felt the smell nub.
“Your clitoris.” Christopher said softly.
“Mmmm…and lastly,” still holding his finger out she moved it down and in one quick motion it had disappeared up to the second knuckle inside of her body. The warmth and the wetness was amazing. So to was the tightness of it. Christopher gazed down in shock at the sight.
“Um…va…vagina.” He stammered in a whisper.
Helen nodded. “Very good Christopher. Do you notice anything about my labia and my vagina?” She asked.
He was silent, still staring at his own hand. Finally he looked up “Huh? Like what mom?”
“How do they feel Sweetie?”
his finger wiggled slightly. He slipped it out and gently ran his palm over her, confirming what he thought. “Wet? Sorta slippery?” He suggested. Helen smiled and nodded “That’s what happens when I’m aroused. A woman’s body starts to get wetter and wetter as she get more aroused, to make a penis going in easier.”
Christopher thought about this and looked up at her, smiling sheepishly and blushing a little. “Soooo…that means you’re excited now?” He asked, looking back at her wet slit.
Helen shrugged a little and smiled mischievously, “Well…it’s kinda hard not to Sweetie….it’s very exciting being touched like this….come’re honey, lay down with me.” She beckoned with her finger again an again he scurried up the bed. He laid himself down next to her, propping his head up on his elbow. He bent his hips back awkwardly to keep his hard-on away from her.
She looked at him quietly for a moment, seeming to contemplate his features, brushing the hair from his face, petting his cheek. Finally she said, “Has this been helpful dear?”
Christopher nodded. “It’s been awesome mom. You’ve really helped me to understand this better. I really appreciate you talking with me.”
“It’s what I’m here for baby. I’m just glad you feel better.” She leaned forward and planted a kiss on the corner of his cheek, half an inch from his mouth. When she backed away Christopher saw a shine in her eyes. Something like fear and excitement rolled into one. They just hung there in silence like that, listing to the sound of their own hearts for a while. At last Christopher broke the silence. “So….is that everything mom?”
Helen took a breath, “well, that’s the basics…there’s still lots more to learn about though… I don’t suppose you would want me to show you some of it? Since we’re talking about it.” As she said this she took his free and squeezed it. “Like I said before, you’ll learn it eventually anyway, I’d rather it be from me.”
Christopher squeezed her hand back. “I wouldn’t mind learning more. It’s interesting, and I want to learn. What were you thinking?”
Sighing slightly, Helen took his hand once more by the wrist. “well,” she said, moving it to her hip, “why don’t I show you how to rub my clit to start? Would you like that sweetie?”
“Ok.” Christopher said meekly.
“”Ok, now cuddle up close to me.” Helen said holding out her arm to take him. Christopher slid closer to her so that his body was flush with hers. The swell of his cock was thrust out over her bare thigh and the floral scent of her filled his nostrils. He rested his head by her breast and she wrapped her arm around him, running her fingers though his hair. “Can you find it on your own?” She asked.
With out speaking he nodded and slid his trembling fingers between her legs and after a moment of recollection rested his pointer on the bump. She smiled at him and nodded. She then took hold of his hand with the one she had free and coached him to stick out his first two fingers. She placed them directly on the pea. “Now just take this two fingers” she directed, “and to start off just move them up and down a little like this.” She maneuvered his fingers up and down, slowly and deliberately. Nestled by her as he was he could feel her body starting to shiver. Her eyes closed and she made low purring sound and she guided his work.
“Like this?” he asked, watching his hand moving in sync with hers.
“Mmmm, yes honey, just like that.” She said, starting to breathe a little faster now. Stealing a glance at her face he saw her brow furrowing. Her mouth was half open and her fingers kept gliding in his hair. She held him tighter, and Christopher nuzzled his face against her. He watched her breasts rise and fall. She motioned for him to stop abruptly. Then she began to move his fingertips in a small and steady circle, pushing them down just a little harder.
Helen gave a small gasp. “Oh!…Ok Christopher…just keep doing this…be sure use pressure, and keep going in a nice, quick…circle…mmhn!” She let go of his hand, gripping the sheet beside her. He followed her instructions, keeping his fingers moving in a fixed tempo. He could feel her getting wetter and wetter as he did. The shaking in her body got more pronounced as she started to pant. His heart was racing, alternating is gaze from his fingers to her face, watching as it shifted, her eyes opening, then shutting again, mouth pouting then opening in a small ‘o’ shape. Is cock throbbed harder against her leg.
“Is this good?” he asked quietly, voice shaking slightly.
“Yes baby…your doing…very good…it feels really, really nice…oooh! Go little harder!”
He obliged, pushing his fingers down more securely on her. He sped up his movements, moving his fingers in a faster circle. She responded by shuddering suddenly, “oooh! Mmmmyeah! That’s it sweetie…why don’t you suck mommy’s nipple while you do that” She said, gently nudging his head as she did. He allowed himself to be led towards her breast, still keeping at the same pace on her clit. He opened his mouth slightly regarding them.
“I just-?”
“Just put your mouth over it and suck it sweetie.” Helen advised in a breathy voice. Christopher leaned in and took her tit into his mouth. His lips suckled tenderly on it, undulating smoothly. For good measure he ran his tongue around the rim of the areola. She gripped his head securely in place as she rocked on the bed, her hips starting t gyrate in rhythm with his hand.
“That’s good sweetie. Keep going, mm that’s sooo goood. Suck on me just like you used to…. you’re gonna make mommy cum soon… oh god! Use your teeth a little baby.”
Christopher let his teeth grind gingerly on his mother’s breast while his lips moved back and forth. His fingers pressed down harder still on her clitoris and moved faster and faster. Helen’s eyes opened wide and her mouth hung open. She took a gasping breath as her back arched, her hips thrusting forward. “Oh! Oh! Uhhhhhh! Mmmmmmmn! Yeah! Yes! I’m cumming!” Her body shook intensely. Christopher kept going his head bucking back a little with her.
As her bum touched back down on the mattress she grabbed his hand. “Slow down…slow down….” She panted. He decreased his speed, finally coming to a halt. He moved his hand away from her, slick with her juices. She was still shaking as she turned and grabbed hold of his head with both hands. Before he knew it she was raining quick little kisses on his face, her lips softly pecking at his lips, his cheek his forehead. “Oh my sweet little baby….oh you did that so good….my little man mmmm! I love you honey!” She whispered as she did. He stared up at her, eyes wide with surprise and delight. “I love you too mom.”
When she had stopped kissing him, he asked “I did it right?”
“Ooh, Christopher you did fantastic.” She took his hand and with it she stoked up and down her slit. “Feel how wet I am down here? That was all from you.”
Christopher looked into her eyes and a satisfied smirk crept across his face> “What did you mean when you said you were cumming mom? He asked, still absently stroking the soft curls of her pubes.
“I had an orgasm dear, you know what that is?”
He furrowed his brow and thought. “I’ve heard of it I think but I’m not sure.”
Helen explained. “When a man or woman get’s really turned on they have what’s called a ‘climax’. Their muscles contract and it feels really, really good. When a man has an orgasm he shoots his semen out. When you would touch yourself when you smelled my panties did that ever happen?”
He nodded, “yeah, it felt awesome. It shot out this sticky white stuff that I guessed was sperm.”
She smiled “well when a woman orgasms she doesn’t shoot semen, instead she gets very wet and a wonderful feeling passes all through her body. Women can have more than one orgasms back to back, whereas boys and men can only have one and then their penis gets soft again and it take a little while to get back up. ‘Cumming’ is a word people use for that. Boys semen is called ‘cum’, and when a person says they’re ‘cumming’ it means they’re having an orgasm. Understand?”
“Yeah…. I’m glade I cold make you feel good mom.” He said nuzzling his head into her shoulder. His hand ran up her arm.
“Oh honey, you’re so sweet.” She petted his hair. “So now, I was thinking I could show you something else. How about we discuss oral sex….do you know what a blowjob is dear?”
The Talk PT 3 (NSFW, Incest, M/s)
started to stand but pause midway, remembering the tent in his trousers. “Um, mom, I don’t think I can stand up….see I’ve got…there is…”
Helen saw how he was squirming and glancing at his lap and understood. “You have an erection sweetie?”
He nodded quickly. Helen gave him a reassuring smile. “That’s alright, it happens a lot with young men your age. You have every reason to be excited. Don’t be embarrassed. Come on.” She started walking, this time he followed, very aware of the throbbing tent in his pants. He was feeling lightheaded; the way one feels when they stand up too fast after sitting in the hot sun too long. He was vaguely aware of walking up the stairs and down the hall to the master bedroom. The only things that seemed real were the feel of her hand in his and the pulse of his blood in his veins.
They reached the bedroom; Helen flicked the light-switch and led him inside. She released his hand and he stood awkwardly on the rug in front of the bed. “So, what should I do?” he asked, shuffling his feet.
:”Why don’t you take your shoes off and sit down on the bed.”
He scrambled to get his sneakers off and set them aside. As he slid his bottom onto the mattress, the fabric of his Jeans tugged irritatingly at his hardon, bending it unnaturally. Christopher wriggled and squirmed to find a better position to sit in. Seeing his trouble Helen said “You know dear, what with your, er, situation down there, if you want to you can take your jeans off,”
He looked up at her. It took a moment to register what she was saying. “Really?”
“Yes, only if you’d be more comfortable. You don’t have to.”
His hands went to his belt buckle. “It is pretty tight.” He admitted.
Helen nodded “Go ahead then.” Christopher began to unclasp his pants. He hesitated a moment before shoving them down around his ankles, revealing his pale, skinny legs. There was an immediate relief of pressure in his groin. His full erect cock jutted out from between his legs freely, covered only by a thin layer of boxer shorts, decorated with classic cars. He scooted up on the bed and sat cross-legged, the tent pointing straight up and against his T-Shirt. He gripped his toes through his socks and watched his mother anxiously.
“Okay. I’m going to take my clothes off now. Then I’m going to lie down on the bed so that you can get a good look at everything. And if you have any questions or want to know anything just let me know. Okay dear?”
“Got it.” Christopher said, nodding. He was shaking with anticipation. Helen kicked off her sandals as she pulled her blouse up. Her midriff and her chest came into view in what felt like slow motion. Dropping it to the floor, without pausing she reached one hand around her back and began to unclasp her brassiere. Christopher had to hold his breath to keep from gasping. She let one shoulder slide out of its strap and then the other. It fell away revealing a voluptuous pair of breasts. Her rose colored nipples seemed to stare out at him like eyes.
Before he could take in what he was seeing, Helen was pulling off her Capri pants, and then very rapidly the powder blue, silk panties underneath. They slipped easily over her thighs and with a flick of her big toe she stood totally nude before her son.
She was not a petite woman but she wasn’t fat either. She was 5 foot, 11”, curvaceous, fair skinned, round and soft in all the right places and tight and toned in the others. Her dark brown hair fell over her shoulders just above the curve of her full breasts, and framing her round, cheerful face. He could make out a very neatly trimmed batch of hair forming a tight triangle between her legs. He realized his mouth was open and forced it closed. She smiled a little more broadly now, obviously enjoying the attention of an eager young man.
As she walked over to the bed, Christopher found himself admiring minute details of her form and the way it moved. The sway of her hips, the tiny bounce in her breasts, the swish of her hair. As she sat down next to him three thoughts vied for control of his brain. That’s a naked woman!!! cried one. That’s you’re MOTHER you freak! cried another just a little less loudly. The loudest of all cried my dick is gonna EXPLODE any minute!
Helen landed softly on the bed, sitting for a moment with her back to him. In that instant, Christopher was terrified that the sheer volume of adrenaline thundering through his body would make him puke. He was trembling with fear and excitement. She lay down with her head on the pillow, bending her knees slightly so that her legs were splayed. He shifted so that he was kneeling over her and as he did he got the fruity scent of her shampoo radiating from her hair and the subtle, powdery aroma of her perfume. His eye fluttered. He was so overwhelmed he thought he was going to faint.
She looked up at him from the pillow she comforted him. “Relax Christopher. No reason to be nervous. It’s just me, you’re mom. We’re just here to learn, nothing to be worried about. We’ll go nice and slow and you can ask whatever you like and if you aren’t comfortable with anything just let me know and we’ll stop.” It sounded to Christopher as though she was talking as much to herself as to him, but her words seemed to calm him. He took a few deep breaths as he drank her in. As he took her in he saw the mother he’d run to when he’d scrapped his knees. Who’d shuttled him to soccer practices. Who’d read to him as he fell asleep. But he also saw a remarkably attractive naked woman.
“Ok, so to start off” Helen began, “as I’m sure you know, these are my breasts” she said, as she cupped her bosom. “Mine are what’s called a D Cup sized. That’s the size of bra that I wear. Women have lots of different sized breasts, they start to grow when a girl is about you’re age and they can keep getting bigger or smaller throughout her life, depending on lots of things. When a woman has a baby her breasts start to make milk, for the baby to drink. It comes out through the nipples,” her finger pointed to one of her small, pink nipples. “Babies suck on them to get their food.”
A thought struck Christopher and muttered a little “huh” Helen stopped and looked at him inquisitively. “What is it dear?”
“Oh, nothing I was just thinking that I…when I was a baby I mean…I sucked on those?”
Helen smiled and nodded “Yep, you sure did. It’s how you ate. When I had you my boobs got so big with milk, it was like carrying a suitcase on my chest!” She grinned. Christopher laughed a little. A fleeting thought passed through his head of what it would be like to just lean down and take one of those hard little pieces of skin into his mouth again. “Besides just giving milk for babies” Helen continued, “nipples are sensitive, especially the areola, the little circle around them, and during sex lots of women liked to have them touched or licked or even bitten. They get hard and stiff when a woman is aroused.” She paused, regarded herself. Christopher saw what she did but said nothing. The tips of her nipples jutted out like twin mountaintops stiffly.
“So those are the breasts, now down here” Helen went on quickly, “is what I’m sure you’re most curious about. Scoot down a bit dear so you can get a better look.” She parted her legs further as she spoke. Christopher scuttled along the bed in until he was at her knees. “Lean in sweetie and take a look” Helen urged. Christopher leaned forward cautiously. As he did he got a smell. Not strong but definitely there, faint beneath the other scents. It was sweet, and musky light the underwear had been but more so. A friend of his had once told him that he’d heard that girls smell like fish down there but clearly they didn’t know what they were talking about. Helen placed a hand on herself deftly. “This is my vulva. That’s what the whole outer part of a woman’s sexual organ is called. A lot of boys and men call the whole thing a vagina but that’s actually just one part. There’s much more to it then is with a boys parts, and lots of people never bother to figure it all out but it’s not that complicated really. This,” Her hand brushed over a tight triangle of dark brown hair that covered the top half of the mound between her legs, “Is my pubic hair. It grows on my vulva just like a boy’s grows around his penis. Some women shave it all off, others just let it grow naturally. I keep mine trimmed. These,” She took two fingers and laid them onto two flaps of skin, that seemed to form a slit between her legs, “are my labia. Their sometimes called ‘lips’ and all they really are just pieces of skin that protect the rest of vulva.”
Christopher said, in an awkward little voice, mostly just to have something to say. Helen tittered a little. “Thank you dear. I like to keep it nice and neat. Is this making sense so far?”
Christopher nodded emphatically. His eyes staying fixed on the cleft of skin between her legs. Helen’s finger’s pulled back, revealing pink flesh that seemed to shine with moisture. “Beneath the labia” she said, “things get more interesting.” Christopher leaned in closer, until there was about a foot between his face and Helen’s body. It really was fascinating. So many folds and ridges. At this distance her could more clearly see the glistening of lubrication on her lips.
“Coooool…..” He murmured quietly. Above him he could here Helen titter with amusement. “Interesting huh? So,” her index finger pointed as she used her other hand to keep her labia spread, “this is my clitoris.” She was pointing to a small pump of pink flesh, no bigger than a pea. It gleamed like a pearl.
“That’s the ‘button’ Denny’s brother talked about?”
“Mmmhmmm. It’s also called the ‘clit’ for short. It’s attached to a lot of nerves and what happens is that when a woman gets aroused, her clitoris swells up and sticks out more, sort of like the tip of a boy’s penis. It’s very sensitive all of the time but especially when it’s like that. That’s why women enjoy having it touched or licked by their sexual partners. Since it’s so sensitive though, you have to be careful not to be too rough with it. It’s a good idea to follow the woman’s lead and pay attention to how she reacts.” As she spoke her digit passed over the bump for a fleeting moment and as it did a soft sigh escaped her lips.
“Now this” she said, pointing to a pink envelope of skin just below her clitoris, “is my vagina dear. It’s the part of me that the penis goes into and babies come out of. Inside is sort of tunnel that goes in and up into my uterus.”
As he looked Christopher was astounded by a thought. He looked up at her face with impressed, wide eyes. “So, that’s where…?” he started to say, but didn’t finish, afraid of sounding silly. Looking at him, Helen understood. Smiling, she nodded “yes Honey, that’s where you came from.”
He looked back at it amazed. “It looks so small!” He said with awe.
“Well it can stretch out to make room for the baby, that’s what it’s deigned for. Though, it was no picnic getting you out of it.” She ruffled his hair playfully. He blushed a little, for some reason embarrassed by this, but he smiled and laughed as well. When he glanced down at himself, he noticed that not only was his dick making a rigid structure out of his boxers, there was now a small patch of darkness where the tip had leaked. Looking back up he felt a shiver run down his spine. The pressure was becoming intense. He’s never been so hard.
“Inside of my vagina” Helen continued, “are lots of nerves. When they’re touched by a finger, or penis it feels good. There’s one part that has a lot of nerves in particular called the ‘g-spot’. It’s a little tricky to find but it’s in there. Are you following Sweetie?”
Christopher had been staring transfixed between his mother’s legs and quickly shot his eyes back up. “Huh? Oh, yes mom, it is. It’s very interesting.” Helen’s eyes flicked down to the bulge in his boxers then back up his face. She looked at him with deep consideration. Christopher got that feeling again as though they were once more playing an unspoken game of chicken. How far was too far? Which of them would say stop? Finally Helen said “well…that’s pretty much the basics…. would you…like to try touching me?”
The Talk PT 2 (NSFW, Incest, M/s)
“Okay…what do people actually do, during sex? I mean, I understand the penis making sperm and it going into the woman’s egg and making a baby, but… there’s more to it right? In movies people are always rolling around and stuff. It seems kinda complicated.”
Helen seemed to contemplate this as she blew steam off the top of her cocoa, and took a dainty sip. Christopher slurped at his own and waited for her answer. At last she said, “Well Christopher, lots of things actually happen. Basically, a man takes his penis and puts it into a woman’s vagina and moves it in and out in a way that feels good until he shoots his sperm into her. But there is usually other things going on along with that. There’s usually a lot of touching and kissing in ways that make the other person feel good. There are different positions that people do, and different people enjoy different things. It’s all about finding out what each other like and trying new things. It’s an adventure, and a discovery and it can be a really wonderful thing.”
“It sounds amazing.” Christopher said, in a hushed, almost awed tone. His eyes fell on the panties that were still laid out on the table. Pink with a white trim. He could recall the scent of them, sweet and musky and so, so exciting. Looking up quickly into his mother’s face he saw her sparkling with maternal love. But there was also something so feminine about her in that moment, He was very aware that his mother was woman and had engaged in all the things she had just described, He fidgeted again but couldn’t fight the tightening in his jeans he felt.
“It really can be sweetie.” Helen said softly. “So, do you understand it a little better now? The thing you really ought to take away from all this is that being interested in sex and exploring your sexuality is a good and healthy thing. It’s fun and exciting and not something to be ashamed of.”
Christopher considered his response. “I think I understand better… but it all still seems kind of confusing. There’s so much to remember.”
Helen sighed and was quiet for a long time, looking at her son as he looked from his mug to her and back. “Christopher, honey, have you ever seen a naked woman’s body? Like maybe in a movie, or a porn magazine?”
Christopher thought. “Well, I’ve seen boobs before in movies a few times. And in my biology textbook they had a drawing of the va…va-“ He struggled not to giggle but couldn’t.
“Vagina?” Helen asked, raising her eyebrow, “You can say it Christopher.”
“Mmmhmm! Yeah, there was a drawing of a vagina…like a diagram with all sorts of labels, but it didn’t really look like anything to me.”
After a moment Helen said, “well… do you think that maybe if you actually saw one, you may grasp it a bit better?”
He felt his heart thud harder against his ribs. As he looked his mother in the eye a moment seemed to pass between them, totally unspoken. It was almost as though they were playing a strange game of chicken. Waiting for the other to swerve, to back off and hit the brakes, but at the same time wanting to see how far they could push it.
“You mean like a picture or something?” He asked, already suspecting that wasn’t it.
“No sweetie, I was just thinking that, if you wanted a better idea of what a better idea of that was going on with a woman’s body, that maybe I could show you mine. Do you think that’d help?”
Christopher felt a dull ache in his groin, radiating out and up as far as his naval. He was trying to not goggle and failing. His eyes felt fit to fall from his head. “Well…I dunno… are you sure that’s ok? I mean, I’d like it… but are you sure?”
Helen stood and walked around the table. Leaning forward, she placed a fleeting kiss on his cheek, “I’m sure Honey. Yes it’s ok.” She took his hand in hers. “Let’s go up to my room where we can be comfy.”
The Talk PT 1 (NSFW, Incest, M/s)
The Talk
BY : SanchoHardbottle
Disclaimer: This story is entirely fictional and any resemblance to real individuals is coincidental
fulfillment [MF]
*Written as a fantasy, since I’m currently separated from him by 6501 miles.*
I’m thinking about your head buried between my thighs, hands gripping my thighs. I’m thinking about the way your tongue might circle my clit, or tongue sweeping broad strokes up my slit. I wonder what you’d do, how’d you react to way I’d taste.
I know the way I’d sigh, moan – your name echoing from my lips in breathy whispers. One hand gripping the back of your head, the other clutching, fisting into the sheets as my hips buck into your face.
I want you, badly. How much longer can I take your teasing? We both know what we want: each other. There’s a deep seated hunger, something more intense than simple lust for the other person. This is a neediness that transcends anything I’ve ever felt before.
I need you. I need you to take me, fuck me. Harder, faster – something more than I’ve ever felt before. I like challenges and I think, finally – I’ve met my match.
Bat Tab
(TITLE IS BAR TAB)
I’ve passed it often on my way home from work, this bar that has been calling to me for a week, “Come in, have some fun, meet new people!”
It was an extremely rough evening, even for a Security Guard. I prefer boredom to the excitement I was getting. It was just the wrong kind of excitement.
Last week I had actually thrown a polo shirt into my work bag so I could stop at the store and not have to go shopping in my uniform.
I changed into it before I entered, the heavy smell of smoke burned at my eyes as the doors opened.
Scanning the room, I spotted you, sitting at a table alone, trying to fend off the wolves that were circling. Your blonde hair reflecting the neon signs around the walls. I stopped in my tracks and just looked, maybe a little too long because you sensed it and returned my gaze. Your blue eyes sparkled as you looked at me.
Goddess and Miss Jasmine- Part 1 (Black Domme, White Sub) (FFf)
Lily Sawyer seemed like your typical suburban wife. 42 years old and happily married she seemed like the stereotypical wife. Anyone looking at her would assume her sex life would consist of nothing more than missionary sex with her husband once a week and the occasional affair with her shower head. And they’d be right to assume that. Lily Sawyer was like that. About as vanilla as they come. A white bread woman in a white bread world.
Lily had been an English teacher since graduating college and just a few years ago she’d been hired at a very prestigious private school. She was well paid (for a teacher), well respected, and had a very comfortable life overall.
But recently she’s started having problems with one of her classes. Really it wasn’t the whole class, just one problem student bringing the whole class down and causing chaos. Frankly Lily, or Mrs. Sawyer as her students called her, was quickly losing control over the class and with it the respect she’d worked so hard to build up. She really needed to find a way to bring her student, Jasmine, into line but she wasn’t exactly sure how. She wasn’t a typical student after all.
For one thing Jasmine was black. Lily would never admit it aloud and even in her own mind she felt bad for thinking it but Jasmine was black and that made her different. Dangerous. She might have felt differently if Jasmine had made an effort to suppress her baser instincts but the girl simply refused to integrate. The school was almost entirely white and even the few black girls acted white. It was the only way they could be accepted. Sure a few of them would act out in the beginning but they all quickly realized they’d be ostracized if they didn’t start behaving like proper young ladies. In other words, if they didn’t start acting white.
But Jasmine was different. She embraced her darkness and for some odd reason the other girls didn’t hate her for it. In fact she was one of the most popular girls in school. In fact the exact opposite was happening. Instead of the white girls being a good influence on her she was corrupting some of them into being delinquents just like her. Jasmine seemed to follow the idea that she’s a strong independent black woman who shouldn’t change for anyone and Lily had no idea how to deal with it.
Lily had only met one other black girl in her life that seemed so hell bent on staying black rather then become more civilized…her old college roommate.
More than two decades earlier, Lily had entered college eager to learn and broaden her horizons. She already had her life planned out and she just needed to get through school and bide her time until it all fell into place. She was going to be a teacher. While in college she was going to find a rich, handsome, amazing man and she was going to marry him. He’d have a job making money and she’d be a teacher not for the money or any real passion but simply to avoid being a housewife like her mother.
She’d only had very rare encounters with people of color up to that point so she was very surprised when she walked into her assigned dorm room and found out she was supposed to live with a black girl. Lily was pretty intimidated as the girl was taller and clearly much stronger than she was. She also came to find out that her roommate, Sasha, was smarter, more popular, and just overall better than Lily was at just about everything.
For the first week or so of college Lily had looked up to Sasha as a model of a strong woman and was eager to prove herself a strong woman as well and step out of her roommate’s shadow. One night about a week in to the semester Lily decided to tell her roommate that. She thought that Sasha would be flattered to hear that she looked up to her so much.
Instead though Sasha just smirked. Lily and Sasha’s whole relationship changed that night as Sasha proved just how inferior Lily was. Sasha beat the crap out of her and left her a sobbing bruised heap on the floor. When she was done with that Sasha had pulled out a large strap-on dildo and proceeded to take Lily’s virginity. She’d been saving herself for marriage.
Lily sobbed herself to sleep that night still on the floor. The next morning Lily walked to the campus security to report the rape but when she got there she chickened out. She knew they’d make her tell the whole story and she didn’t think she could do that. Instead she walked to the housing department so ask for a new room but they asked for an explanation. Too scared to admit the truth Lily just told them that she and Sasha didn’t get along. The housing department politely told her that there was nothing they could do and that she should just work things out with her roommate. After all they were all supposed to be adults now so she should learn to settle her own problems.
Defeated, Lily wasn’t sure where else to turn. She thought about going to the police but knew that she’d face the same problem of not being able to tell them the truth. With nowhere else to turn, Lily returned to her room hoping to take a nap as she hadn’t slept much the previous night for obvious reasons.
When she got back to her room though Sasha was waiting for her. Sasha explained in cold, blunt terms how their arrangement would work from then on. Sasha was in charge and Lily would do whatever she said. Lily would be responsible for all the cooking and cleaning and she would treat Sasha like the Queen she was. Lily was to refer to her as Miss Jacobs and Sasha would call Lily whatever the hell she wanted.
Lily tried to object but when she did Sasha just laughed and asked if she really thought she had a choice in the matter. From then on Lily was essentially her roommate’s slave. She tried to fight back at first, refused to do the things Miss Jacobs told her but every time she did Miss Jacobs would just give a disappointed sigh and proceed to punish Lily in some way. Normally that was a simple but severe spanking but she sometimes got more creative with her punishment.
Soon Lily fell in line and became an obedient slave just like her roommate wanted. She just couldn’t take the punishments anymore so even though she hated it, Lily would do whatever Miss Jacobs told her to. Even horrid disgusting things that Lily could never imagine herself doing like worshiping her Black Mistress’ feet.
By the end of her first semester Lily was kept naked anytime she was in the dorm room even with other people over. Miss Jacobs liked to share her slave with her friends and soon Lily was servicing the pussies and assholes of dozens of Black women and sucking off Black men. Miss Jacobs only loaned her out to one white woman in her whole college career and that was to a teacher to get Miss Jacobs an A in the class.
Lily thought about running away every day. But she had nowhere to go other than back home and she knew her parents would resent her for being a college dropout. She thought about transferring but unfortunately serving Miss Jacobs didn’t leave her much time to study and her grades had suffered too much to transfer. In fact she barely stayed above failing out.
For 4 years Lily served Miss Jacobs and every single day of it she hated herself for being so weak. She wanted to go to the cops but she couldn’t bring herself to admit how far she had sunk to being a slave for most of the Black population of the school.
Finally in their last year of college Miss Jacobs agreed to release her; if she could raise $20,000 Miss Jacobs would allow Lily to buy her freedom. Having only one way of earning money though, Lily had to degrade and debase herself like never before to raise the money to free herself often just a few dollars at a time. Toward the end Lily was offering to pleasure just about anyone for even a couple of dollar.
It wasn’t until her finals week in her last semester of college that Lily finally raised the money and was allowed to buy her freedom. She skipped her last final and didn’t even go to graduation she was so happy being free that she went home to avoid any chance of Miss Jacobs forcing her back into slavery.
Lily spent the last 20 years trying to forget about the nightmare than was her college experience. She eventually started seeing a therapist and after a few years managed to move on with her life. Eventually she even achieved her life goals. She married a wonderful man and had a fantastic career explaining the intricacies of Shakespearian poetry to teenagers. She never told her husband about her college days. He knew something horrific had happened but was too polite to probe deeper.
While some people would look at her with pity for her purely vanilla love life Lily loved every second of it. She would never dream of introducing kink into her love life again as she knew it would bring back painful memories. She and her husband enjoyed missionary sex every Friday night and she had the occasional affair with her shower head and she was perfectly content with that.
But in the darkest corners of her mind, in a place she was even scared to venture, she had to admit that sometimes when she was playing with her shower head her mind would wander from the plot of whatever erotic novel she had read recently and she would picture Miss Jacobs face. Whenever it happened Lily would instantly get snapped back to reality and she came to dread those random intrusive thoughts.
Time had been kind to Lily. Even at the age of 42 she still got her share of second looks and backward glances. Sure she would admit she wasn’t nearly as hot as she’d been in her youth but then again who could expect her to be. Over the years her double D cup chest had begun to sag and her rear end had expanded and her once athletic core had become soft. Bust she knew she was still attractive as evidenced by the attention she sometimes got from her male students. Lily got a secret thrill from occasionally showing off for them. She thought of it as a reward actually. If a class did exceptionally well on a test for instance she may go into class the next day wearing something low cut enough for her students to get a good look at her cleavage.
But of course that was as far as it went. She’d never even consider doing anything physical with a student and she’d even cut short the few clumsy attempts at flirting she’d experienced.
The years since college had eventually allowed Lily to whitewash her life back to what it had been before she met Miss Jacobs. She lived in an all-white neighborhood, taught at a predominantly white school and she generally avoided Black people whenever she could. But now once again she found herself in the position where she had to try to stand up to a powerful Black woman and she was afraid.
She’d tried to stand up to Jasmine earlier in the year. She’d tried correcting her in class and even raising her voice but Jasmine always ignored her or brushed her off with a casual smirk. She’d thought about giving her detention but the thought of being alone in a room with Jasmine after school in detention scared her so much she tore up the detention slip she’d started to write. She wasn’t even really sure why she was so scared. Surely an 18 year old high school girl wouldn’t try to hurt her or anything like that, would she?
Finally though Lily thought she had the perfect plan for getting Jasmine to fall in line. She called Jasmine’s parents to set up a parent-teacher conference. Jasmine’s dad answered the phone and explained that unfortunately he would be out of town for the next week but that his wife would be happy to meet with her on Friday after work.
Lily thought it was the perfect solution. After all she was sure Mr. and Mrs. Jones would be perfectly reasonable. She knew Jasmine was well off financially so she figured her parents would have at least some refinement. Surely they would disciple their daughter once she explained to them how their daughter behaved in class. And as an added bonus with the Jones’ disciplining Jasmine Lily wouldn’t have to. She’d be killing 2 birds with one stone by getting Jasmine to behave and not having to do the work to do it.
So that’s where Lily Sawyer found herself one Friday evening, in her classroom grading papers and finding ways to entertain herself as she waited for Mrs. Jones to arrive at 6:30PM. She’d planned out a winning strategy that she was sure would work. First she’d meet with Jasmine and her mother at the same time but then she’d kick Jasmine out of the room as a show of domination and to establish that she’s in charge. Once Jasmine was gone Lily would explain to Mrs. Jones exactly how her daughter behaved in class. Then she’d call Jasmine back in so she could watch Mrs. Jones yell at her. She figured after getting yelled at by her mother in front of her teacher Jasmine would be too cowed to misbehave in class or even meet Lily’s eye.
Suddenly there was a knock on the door and Lily looked up to see Jasmine saunter into the room and took a seat in front of her desk. She had knocked but she hadn’t bothered to wait for permission before entering. Just one more rude thing to add to the laundry list of complaints Lily had against her.
“My mom’ll be here in a minute Mrs. Sawyer,” Jasmine said as she gave her teacher a wink.
Lily was unsettled by that even more than if Jasmine had come in yelling and screaming. How could she be acting so casual about this? Didn’t she know she was in big trouble? But wait…what if she was acting so casual because she knew she wouldn’t be in trouble? What if her mother was one of those weak willed parents who never had the guts to disciple their children and let them do whatever they want? Or worse; what if she was the kind of parent who would take her daughter’s word over that of her teacher’s?
As she thought all this Lily realized Jasmine was staring at her but she was so uneasy by this new line of thought that she quickly broke eye contact with her student and looked at the floor in front of her desk. She tried focusing on the papers in front of her but her mind was wandering and she wasn’t really paying any attention to what was on the paper.
Inexplicitly Lily suddenly found herself staring at Jasmine’s long smooth legs. Her eyes slowly moved from Jasmine’s sandal clad feet up her calves and thighs until they finally came to rest on the hem of Jasmine’s short skirt. Lily found herself mesmerized by the sight and couldn’t help but wonder what Jasmine was wearing underneath it. Just as Lily started to think of a way she could innocently sneak a peek up Jasmine’s skirt to settle her idle curiosity there was another knock on her door. That snapped Lily out of her reverie and she quickly looked up to see who was there.
She froze in horror at who was standing in her doorway smirking at her. It had been more than 20 years since they last saw each other but Lily recognized her old roommate instantly. Judging from the smirk on her face, she recognized Lily as well.
“Why hello Lily. I hear you’ve been having problems with my daughter…” She began as she strode into the room.
Lily is too horrified to speak as her greatest nightmare strode smiling back into her life.
“What’s wrong white girl? Cat got your tongue?” she laughed
“I…I…uh…I…I mean…hi Miss Jacobs…” Lily stammered remembering what would happen in her college days when she failed to greet her roommate properly.
SMACK
Sasha backhanded Lily across the face so hard that she fell out of her chair into a heap on the floor. Lily felt a small cut on her cheek where Sasha’s diamond ring had hit her.
Lily was vaguely aware of Jasmine laughing uncontrollably in the room but her whole mind was focused on Jasmine’s mother. Sasha likewise seemed to be ignoring her daughter for the moment as she grinned hungrily down at her former slave.
“It’s Mrs. Jones now twatlicker. Although…that might sound a bit weird coming from your mouth after all those years. Goddess will do for now. Don’t forget it white girl.”
“I…yes Goddess,” Lily squeaked from the floor her voice several octaves higher than normal from fear.
“Good,” She said as she took the seat Lily had just vacated and kicked off her heels, “Now come massage my feet as you tell me what my precious baby girl has been doing in your class.” Lily had always hated feet ever since the first time this woman had first made her worship them but she feared her old roommate’s punishments more than she hated her feet.
Lily hurried over and knelt at Goddess’ feet and began massaging them and furiously racking her brain for what to say. She had a whole list of things she’d planned on telling Jasmine’s mother just minutes before but now she knew better than to say them. Anything she said against Jasmine would surely result in severe punishment from her mother.
“She’s been…she’s…I mean to say that your daughter has been…” She tried to come up with something flattering to say about Jasmine but she resented the girl so much she couldn’t think of anything. The fact that she was once again kneeling at the feet of the woman who’d made her college days a living Hell wasn’t helping her think any clearer.
“She’s been a perfect young lady, right? A model student? An inspiration to her classmates? And you’re just too weak and stupid to know how to handle her which is why you reached out to my husband to try to get us to handle her? Is that about right twatlicker?” Goddess mocked the kneeling teacher.
Lily dropped her eyes to the floor and continued massaging her feet, “Yes Goddess,” she said in a small voice almost too quiet to hear.
“And now you want to apologize to me for making me come all the way down here for no good reason, right?”
“Yes Goddess” Lily said lowering her head and resigning herself to the inevitable. She knew full well how Goddess expected her to apologize.
She lowered her head to Goddess’ feet and began kissing them all over. Once she had kissed very square inch of both of Goddess’ feet she went on, “And now you want to apologize to Jasmine for giving her such a hard time in class, right?”
Giving her a hard time, Lily thought, she’s the one who’s been making my life Hell. But instead she simply bowed her head and whispered “Yes Goddess.”
Lily started to get up to move around her desk to get to Jasmine but Goddess held her down. With an evil glint in her eye she said, “Crawl.”
Defeated, Lily crawled on her hands and knees around her desk and knelt at her student’s feet and began removing her sandal. Then she bowed her head and began kissing Jasmine’s feet all over just as she had her mother. Jasmine just giggled as she watched her teacher degrade herself like that.
Once Lily was done kissing her student’s feet, Goddess again spoke up, “Well Jasmine? Do you think she’s sincere or do you think she needs to do a bit more to make amends for being such an arrogant bitch to you?”
Giggling, Jasmine responded “This bitch still needs to pay momma.”
“I thought you’d say that,” Goddess laughed. “Stand up and take off your panties bitch.”
Lily slowly got to her feet terrified of what was coming next but knowing it’d be worse if she tried to fight back. Blushing deeply she reached up her skirt and slowly lowered her underwear to the floor. It wasn’t until she felt how wet they were with her fingers that Lily realized how turned on she was. They were soaked with her juices.
Smirking, Jasmine said, “Now get over my lap you fat white bitch.”
Humiliated beyond words Lily slowly lowered herself over her student’s lap. Jasmine casually flipped up her teacher’s skirt exposing her pale, ample behind.
SMACK SMACK SMACK
Jasmine started raining down slaps on her poor teacher’s exposed ass quickly turning it red. Lily couldn’t help it. She started screaming not caring who would hear and come running to see her in this situation. All semblance of dignity gone, Lily began begging, “OUCH! Please stop! Please Jasmine! Please I’ll do anything!”
“Nuh uh. No way Lily,” Jasmine replied sadistically reveling in the use of her teacher’s first name. “You aren’t in charge here anymore. You call me Miss Jasmine from now on. And you’re gonna need to do a lot more begging than that…” She punctuated her words with a renewed round of painful smacks to Lily’s already tortured behind.
Lily began screaming incoherently incapable of even begging for mercy. Chuckling, Goddess casually crossed the room to pick up Lily’s discarded panties and smiling at the moisture she felt there stuffed the cloth in Lily’s mouth before wiping her hands clean in the teacher’s hair.
To Lily it seemed like hours later when Jasmine finally seemed to get tired and pushed her teacher off her lap an into a pile of sobbing, bruised flesh. Lily didn’t even try covering herself, her ass hurt so much that the cool tile floor actually felt soothing as long as she didn’t put any pressure on the hard surface. What resulted was Lily in an awkward crab-walk pose with her abused behind lightly touching the cool floor.
Goddess walked over and pulled the soiled panties out of her mouth and dropped them on the teacher’s desk. “Well slut? Why aren’t you thanking my daughter for forgiving you for being such an uptight bitch?”
Tears streaming down her face Lily turned still in her crab-walk pose to face Jasmine. “Th…Thank you Miss Jasmine.”
“Well done white girl. I think we’re done here, right teach?” Jasmine finished looking down at her prey.
Lily doesn’t dare respond to her student.
Jasmine looked to her mother for confirmation. “One more thing before we go actually…” Goddess corrected her daughter while opening her purse. “Ah, here it is…” she said pulling out a black leather collar.
Lily paled at the sight of it remembering all the times she’d been forced to wear a similar collar in college. Goddess walked over to Lily and fastened the collar around her being sure to not trap any hair between the collar and her neck. Then she pulled a tag from her purse and Lily got a brief glance at it before Goddess attached it to the collar. This one was different form the one she wore in college. Instead of “Property of Miss Jacobs” this one said “Property of Miss Jasmine.”
With that, Goddess and Miss Jasmine got up and began walking out. “Come along white bitch or am I going to have to put you on a leash as well?”
Lily slowly got to her feet allowing her dress to fall back into place and protect her modesty. She cast one brief look back at her desk to see her soiled panties lying on top for all the world to see. She knew if anyone came into the classroom over the weekend they would immediately see them and know what a filthy slut the proper Mrs. Sawyer had become. With that, Lily turned to follow her new Owners out the door and into her new life.
Taking you [M/F][public]
The urge comes upon me, like an incessant fever. Damn. My cock is swelling, and neither of us have touched it. I look over at you, and see you engrossed with some book with an interesting title. Well, that’s about to change.
I reach over and take you by the hand, pulling you along with me down the aisle. You resist briefly, but when I look back at you, you see the fire in my eyes and stop your efforts. Meekly, you walk behind me. You already know what’s coming, all I need to do is find a location. I’m searching, but I don’t see a room leading out and away into some semblance of privacy.
Oh well, to hell with privacy anyway. I stop and turn to look at you. Your eyes look up at me, inquiringly. I firmly place my hands on your shoulders and push you to your knees. Those same eyes widen as you realize what we’re about to do, and where we are about to do it at!