Tag: Straight

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 »

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?”