How I Met My Girlfriend[m/f]

It’s been a long time since my first story. If you haven’t read it before, it’s right here: [Is there such Thing as Being Friendzoned with Benefits] (https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/1ksof2/is_there_such_thing_as_being_friendzoned_with/)

*For those of you who wanna skip the buildup, I marked where the sex starts.*

Since the time of my first story, Tara and I are still friends. We briefly had a good run as friends with benefits but that ended when I got together with my current girlfriend, Karen. Tara and I haven’t hooked up ever since I got with Karen except for one occasion but that’s a whole other story. If it wasn’t for Tara bringing me along with her to a Halloween party with her friends, I would never have met Karen. Read more »

[M]y [F]irst Time (Long?)

I am not the best erotic writer,or a story writer so please bear with me and tell me where i should try and update the details to make it more interesting for you guys.(p.s it is also not the most exciting story ever, lots of build up events before sex. i’m sorry if i bore you dear reader)

So, this happened about 2 and a half years ago, around august of 2013. I was still 16(i hope this does not break the rules) at the time, last year in secondary school(Middle school sort of thing). my friend lets call her “Jess” and i were in the same class for 4 years, all through out our secondary school days. She was not exactly very pretty but she had nice tits and a nice ass. We were not exactly close friends, but we do talk during classes and hang out some times.

So this one day, we she decided to call me out of the blue, like no shit sudden. I don’t really remember what we talked about on the phone except that she wanted a hug. i started to laugh at the idea. At that point of time, i did not really think much of the idea of hugging her. i did dream about fucking her in the bathroom once, but that was the extent of it. Read more »

Make your own story (see details)

Tomorrow, I’m meeting up with a young 30s girl – 5 feet on the inch, long brown hair, green eyes, goes to the gym, and married (the best part) – who wants to makeout and suck my dick. Give me a few suggestions on what I should ask her for (or do) and I’ll post an update tomorrow on my escapade.

[M]y [F]irst “Groupie”

It’s been a few days but my mind is still reeling. I recently came home from a tour with a band that I play guitar in. Not a band that I expect anyone to have heard of, in fact most people probably don’t realize the sheer number of bands that make a meager living touring dive bars with little to no name recognition. The band is of the garage-rock variety and I play lots of “flashy” leads. I’m in my late twenties and feel like I should be in better shape than I am but the cardio from playing shows often and the landscaping work that I do when I’m not on the road keep me fairly fit and any self-consciousness I have about my face is hidden behind a fairly trimmed beard and shoulder-length hair. Read more »

I hate fucked my friend…

This happened last week..

I want to start off by telling you I actually had a huge crush on this girl. She basically put me in a friend zone early on and I have been trying ridiculously hard to get out. This girl was the ultimate tease. She would call me up most mornings to wake me up and talk and even visit me at work. We became workout buddies at the gym and I would train her as well. She would always come to me whenever she had a problem with anything (especially guy problems) and I became that loser she dumped all her problems onto. Every time I tried to make a move, she would shut me down.

You have to understand that she was pretty hot.. a 9 overall. She had a cute face, petite body, perky breasts, fit body and a tight ass that I knew would be fucking amazing in bed… I just had the feeling. So she was obviously a distraction every time I met up with her. For some reason she was very touchy and flirty with me. However, I knew she was just playing around and I was just that safety pillow she falls on whenever she needs me and we never got past that initial flirting and it frustrated me to be stuck in this rut. After about a year of this nonsense I told myself ‘fuck it’ and tried to distance myself so that I would stop stressing about this crap. Read more »

First Night With Anon [M34, F18]

He kissed me straight away, full on french kissing while running his hands up my legs to the cute ass he knew belonged to him. I was wearing my black skirt with thigh highs. It wasn’t long before he ordered me to go up to my bedroom. I eagerly obeyed and went upstairs ahead of him. He threw me on the bed after examining and planning out what he would do with me, then commanded me to take off my top. He was pleased with what he saw and grabbed hold of my hair, pulling me to my feet to kiss me, then forcing me onto my knees. I knew exactly what he wanted and wasted no time getting his cock out of his pants and sucking it as best as I could until he decided it was time. He pushed me back on to the bed and got on top of me, kissing me with his cock inches away from my wet pussy. After seeing my eyes begging him to fuck me, he pushed his cock in and began to kiss and fuck me, slowly getting rougher with his thrusts. He fucked me in a few positions before making me cum with oral as he didn’t want to cum inside me just yet. Read more »

The Talk PT 7 (NSFW, incest, M/s)

He rose up from the floor and took a few steps until he was close enough that she could take his hands and squeeze them. She looked up at him with an ecstatic bliss, an eagerness to please and be pleased that was almost alarming. “Christopher, would you like to try putting your penis into my vagina now?” She said in a hushed voice. He could see a wild glimmer in her eyes that was infectious. He’d almost forgotten his own raging hardon in the excitement but he felt it now, throbbing madly, standing stiffly at attention. He nodded without speaking.
She nodded back, “Ok, get up on the bed darling.” She was scooting her self up to the top. He followed her, crawling on his knees, his eyes never leaving hers. She lie back on the pillows and spread her legs enough for him to kneel between them. Her pussy lips were simmering and open. He felt like a truck full of nitroglycerine driving a curvy, bumpy road. He was thrilled and terrified at one. A nagging doubt stirred in his head.
“Wait, mom?”
“What is sweetie?”
“Well…isn’t this…couldn’t you get…you know, pregnant?”
Helen smiled. “Don’t worry about it Christopher. Mommy takes pills that keep her from getting pregnant. And maybe later I can show you about condoms…but for now just have fun.” She reached down and took his shaft into her hands, pulling him in closer to her. He leaned forward placing his hands on either side of her. She place one hand softly on the cheeks of his bottom, with the other she pulled back his foreskin, exposing his engorged pink tip. She rubbed it along her lit smoothly. “Get it nice and wet first” She whispered. “Then push it in.” She pushed his butt with her hand and he followed her lead, finding himself inching his way inside of her.
The warmth, and the tightness and moisture was astounding. For a horrific moment he was certain it would all end there. He would wake p in his own bed, cu dipping down his cock. She must have seen the alarm on his face because she swatted playfully at his tush. “Focus sweetie. Look right at my face, and just keep pushing in as far as you can. As deep as it’ll go, til’ you can feel your little balls on my butt.” Taking a deep breath he slid in deeper to her, groaning a little as he did. Her eyes bulged and shined with delight.
“That’s right Honey, all the way back in….mmmm it’s so good to have you back in me Baby, you have no idea…How’s it feel for you?”
“Feels good…feels so good mom…you’re so wet, and tight….oh god”. He went deeper into her, until he felt his testicles land on her ass. He held still then just looking into her face, warmth spreading over his loins, up into his belly and chest.
“This, is called missionary position Baby, it’s a nice easy one to start off with….pull your penis back ot til’ it’s right at the tip and then push it back in again, just like that. Take it very slow to start and if you get too excited slow down and tell me.”
“Al-alright…” Christopher managed to stammer. He slid himself back out, just as she said so that his tip was just barely in her still then thrust back in. “Mmmm…whoa!” He moaned.
“Keep going, harder Sweetie.” He pulled out once more and plowed in again, harder this time. She shook and her eyes closed, “you got it…mmm, that’s right.”
He rocked back and forth, his ass rising and falling steadily, her head laying on it to steady him. The bed began to creak as his speed slowly increased. He started to pant, and he could feel sweat creeping down his back. Helen closed her eyes, her head rolling bac. “Oh yes….oh yes…mmmmm, oh you’re my good baby, my sweet baby, fuck mommy….yes….get in deep honey.”
The bed was starting to shake now, and Christopher heard a soft ‘thwap! thwap! thwap! of his balls colliding with her body. He looked down between his legs to see and felt her hand swat his backside again. She put her hand on his cheek and turned his face back up. “Keep looking at me, keep watching my face.” She coached, panting, her cheeks a ruddy color, sweat forming on her forehead. His hips moved in a steady rhythm and she began to thrust hers up in sync with his, fucking him back. Without being aware he was doing it he started to groan. A low and constant growling sound.
“Uurrrmmmmmrrrr, uh, uhmmmm!”
“Harder! Deeper!”
His thrusts became more pronounced; the thwapping sound became a “THWAP! THWAP! THWAP!’ The headboard banged lightly on the wall. He felt a pressure lurking in his body, like a water balloon reaching its stretching point as it feels with water. Suddenly Helen’s Breasts heaved out. Her eyes opened wide as dinner plates then wrenched back shut. Christopher felt clenching tightness around his cock and she squeezed his butt cheeks fiercely.
She opened her mouth but it hung here in silence for nearly five seconds before making any sound. “Hhhg! Hmm! Hmm!HHHMM!….Aw! oh my little angel… that’s so good!”
“Mom….I’m…feeling like…I may…..” It was hard to speak, hard to think. The desire to cum and the desire to keep going and the awesome joy of watching her orgasm roll over her face were too much. She placed a hand on his chest and pushed him back. “Slow down!” she breathed. “Slow down…pull out baby, don’t cum!”
Holding his breath, and closing his eyes tightly he stopped his movements. He took a very deep breath and when he thought he could move again he pulled his cock out of her. It pulsed tensely, red and swollen, shinning with her juices. He fell down squarely on the bed, his mind a blur. In the blink of an eye Helen was up on all fours and turning herself around so that she faced the headboard. “Kept up behind me, and put your hands on my hips Christopher.” She ordered sternly but not without tenderness. With some effort he was able to do as she told, getting to his knees and grabbing her waist just above her ass. He cock seemed to form a bridge between them, he could make out the wet cleft of her pussy beneath her. She looked back over her shoulder at him.
“This position is called doggystle, you see my labia sticking out under my bum?”
He nodded vigorously. “Good, now take your penis and push it back in, hold onto my hips while you do.”
With one hand on her, and the other at the base of his shaft to guide him, he found his way into her. As he thrust in her head bobbed backwards. “mmm yeah, just like that…this is one of mommy’s favorite positions…” He felt the muscles of her vag tightening around his dick, almost massaging him and he went back into the wonderful wet heat. He was able to watch himself go into her. He pulled back out as he had before, all the way to the tip and then thrust back. Helen started to moan again, as she wiggled her ass against his cock, heaving back as he went forwards.
“Oh! OH! OH! Shit yeah! OH yeah, mommy feel like such a fucking whore getting fucked on my knees like this! Oh!”
This took Christopher aback. He paused and considered what she’d said. Helen looked over her shoulder, her face strained and sweaty. “It’s ok baby,” she panted, ”mommy likes the dirty feeling. It feels so good to be bad. Keep going, oh please keep going.” He smiled and nodded in understanding and resumed, moving his hands down off her thighs and onto her ass. The bed began to shake again. The headboard rocked against the wall, and the mattress gave its exhausted creak.
“I’m such a bad fucking Mother!” Helen cursed, her voice sounded elated though. “mmmmyea! Sucha whore mom, letting my son fuck me! Eeh! Slap mommy’s ass honey!”
“Huh?”
“MMMM, slap my ass while you fuck me! Mmm just like used to spank you when you were a bad boy, spank me sweetheart!”
Shrugging a little, straining with effort and breathing fast as he plunged in and out of her, Christopher brought his hand up and brought it down on the firm round flesh of is mother’s ass. It made a satisfying sound. Helen yelped, and then giggled, “Mmm yes! Again baby! Harder! I’m so fucking bad!” She thrust herself back into him harder, her pussy slamming against the base of his shaft. Grinning he pulled back his had brought it down again, harder but still not hard enough to actually hurt her. She squeaked again.
“EE! HEHEHE! MMM! OOO! OOO! UUUUUUH!”
He was speeding up, his hips seeming to have a will of they entire floor shook. He was making that slow, low growling sound again, breathing very hard. An eruption was imminent. Sensing this, Helen stopped moving. She held up a hand. “Stop!” She ordered. Christopher forced himself to a halt. He ran his hand across his face to wipe away sweat. His eyes kept opening and closing. He was so close. Another five seconds and he would have been over the edge. He remained totally still for nearly a full minute, before sliding back out of her. She crawled forward slowly, letting her son slip easily out of her. Her ass wiggled and he stared at her longingly, feeling cold outside of her.
Helen was taking quick shallow breaths. “Up for one more?” She asked, her eyes moving from his to his cock. He nodded slowly, his mouth hanging open, sucking in air, wanting to be backside. She nodded back at him and began to crawl around the bed. “Sit down Honey with your back to the head rest.” She tapped the spot on the mattress. He hunkered down; moving his thighs awkwardly to keep from sitting on is balls. From beside him, Helen took hold of his legs. She pushed is right leg right leg straight down and bent left and planted it to let him keep his balance. She got to her knees and rested her hands on his shoulders.
“This one is called ‘the basket’ Sweetheart. Just sit still, I’m gonna get on top of you.” She hefted herself up and swung her leg over him. Keeping one hand on his shoulder, she gripped his penis with the other, angling it right, before impaling herself on him. He watched her envelope him gradually, the fantastic warmth taking him in. She brushed his cheek, “look at me Honey”, she whispered. He looked up into her face. Their eyes met as she lowered herself. Finally she touched down landing on his lap. She shuddered. He was deep; deep inside of her he could feel. Hey stand there like that for a moment, just looking into each other’s faces, listening to each other breath. Her muscles started to squeeze his shaft tighter then ever. Contacting and relaxing, coaxing him. She took hold of his hands and laid them on her breasts, “Mmmm, touch me sweetheart, touch me all over while I ride you.”
She started to move. Squatting on the balls of her feet, she began to lift herself, halfway up the length of him then thrusting herself back down, taking him back in slowly. His hands glided over her tits, over her sides, down and onto her hips. He held them, pulling her deeper into her and she moved herself up and down. He watched her face, her mouth open, smiling playfully, eyes shining, cheeks flushed. She was breathing loudly, making grunting noises. “hmm, mmmm, uuf!” He held her hips firmly, feeling every inch of her body when she took him in. She reached a hand down between her legs and played her finger on her clit. With the other hand she pulled him into her chest. “Suck on mommy’s tits baby.” She murmured.
Obligingly he took her nipple into his mouth, He his teeth pressed down and he suckled on it. ”Mmm” he hummed. Helen clutched him to her chest as she moved faster. “Awwwwww, ooooh, oh god baby! Suck on me just like you used to….oh my angel…I love riding your beautiful cock….how’s my pussy feel?”
“Mom…you’re so warm…I love it…I love being in you…oh god you move sooo goood!” He muttered from around her breast. Helen kept rubbing her clit as she rode him, and with her free hand she reached beneath her and took hold of is testicles. She was squeezing them, fondling them, needing her fingers. Christopher groaned. “UUUUUHGH!” He began to make soft whining sounds, his breath getting hard. Moving his hand up her back, he found it coated with sweat. She’d clutch her vagina down around her his cock as she pulled up further and pushed back down faster. She was starting to whine and squeak again.
“Aaah…..uuuuhh….mmm…mmm…oooh, oh! Aaaaah! AAAAAH!” She was spearing herself on him now, his head held in a vice lock against her bosom as she tensed and relaxed her hand on his balls. Christopher was so filled, so electris his face contorted. His eyes wrenched shut. “MMMMMN Mom….I’m…Oh god, I’m gonna cum, gonna cum!”
“Uh! Uh!, Oh come inside me Honey! Shoot into me… I love you so so much….Uhhh!”
It happened all at once. Helen squeezed his testicles sending immense and fantastic pressure though his body. Christopher Shot his load out and up into her. Helen reached her own crescendo, screaming as she shuddered in orgasmic oblivion.
“Ooooh! Oooh! Ooooh! God!”
“AAAAAW! HUH! HUH!”
When it was over they both stayed motionless for an instant their bodies tense and tight. Then Helen relaxed and rested her body. She leaned forwards and put her lips on his. Her tongue was inside is mouth and she was kissing him and he was kissing her back. With some effort she was able to disentangle herself from him. As she pulled off, Christopher noticed leak of semen from her body. It oozed down her slit, onto her thighs as she settled next to him laying her head back and heaved a huge sigh. He was exhausted. Already his eyes felt heavy. But he wanted to look at her for a while longer. His lover. His mother. He’d been inside her twice in his mother’s vagina twice in is life. More than most boys could say. He smiled tiredly at the thought.
Blindly she reached out and clutched his hand. He held hers back and held it tight. She looked over at him and smiled that mischievous, knowing little grin of hers. “Christopher Honey, I hope you have a better grip on the birds and bees now. I’m so glad we had this talk.”
“Oh mom, I’m so lucky to have a mother like you…thank you…for everything. I love you.”
She squeezed his hand. “Any time my angel. I love you too. Remember what I said, when your father gets back from his trip, all this is forgotten right? This chat stays between us okay?”
Christopher nodded. “Yeah mom, just between us.”
“So…did I answer all of your questions?” She tweaked his nose playfully and Christopher giggled. “Mmmhmm, you did. It makes so much more sense now mom.”
Helen placed a hand on his chest. “Well….if you ever have any others or if you just need someone to talk to about all this….I’m always here. Mommy’s always here to talk.”
He nestled his face into her and closed his eyes as she petted his head. She was asleep in her arms a moment later. Read more »

The Talk PT 6 (NSFW, Incest, M/s)

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.”

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?”