Mommy's Rules Ch. 03

Mommy's Rules Ch. 03

All characters in this story are fictional and are over 18 years old

I went back to my bedroom in a daze. Mom had just given me a complete lesson about how a woman's vagina worked. The labia, the vulva, the clitoris, and the hole where the penis goes in. Seeing it up close and explained was both educational and thrilling. The fact that Mom had two orgasms while she was showing me just made it all that much better. The fact that she showed me how deep it was with her dildo excited me more. But what was it she said? Lately she'd been thinking she wanted something a little longer and fatter than her dildo? I wondered if she was referring to my cock, which was about two inches longer and a little bigger in circumference. Could she be sending me a message? Or maybe she was just thinking about buying another dildo. I just didn't know the answer.

I went to bed and fell dead asleep and didn't wake up until my alarm went off the next morning. When I went downstairs, I discovered a note from Mom saying she'd gotten up early to go to the gym. I poured myself some cereal and went over the events of the night before while eating it. Truly amazing, I thought to myself. We've raised it to another level, and just remembering the sight and smell of her freshly shaved pussy, and the dildo going in and out of her set me on fire. I briefly thought about getting myself off, but I had to hit class. I grabbed my book bag and my bat bag and left for school.

When I got home after baseball practice and gym time, Mom was watching the news and having a glass of wine. I came in and plopped myself on the other end of the couch from her. She greeted me, but no kiss. I was a little surprised. Then, we just sat in silence watching the news.

After a bit I asked her, "Is everything okay?"

Without turning her head she answered, "I'm just a little embarrassed about last night."

"Why?" I asked. "I thought it was incredible! Mom, don't be embarrassed. I haven't been able to think about anything else all day!"

"Well, I meant it to just be a visual lesson. I didn't mean for it to go that far. I just got carried away." She still hadn't turned to look at me. I picked up the remote that lay on the couch between us and hit the mute button.

"Hey," I said. "Look over here at me." She shifted on the couch and turned towards me. "Mom, I've been dreaming of something like that. I mean, that was beyond my fantasy. You shouldn't feel embarrassed. I should just be thanking you over and over. Like you said, I'm an 18 year old man now, not an 18 year old child, and I need to know these things. My future girlfriends and wife will thank you." This brought out a little smile from her. "But they won't know it was you that taught me all this."

"God, I hope not," she replied. But I have to admit I was pretty turned on by it," she finally said. "I mean, two orgasms five minutes apart........." and she let the sentence die. I leaned over and gave her a kiss on the lips.

"Maybe next time, you might let me hold the dildo?" I asked.

"What?" she exclaimed. "First, I'm not sure there will be another time for that, and I don't know about you using a dildo on me. That's kind of over the line."

"Well," I answered. "I couldn't think about anything else all day, and I think it would be amazing to do it, and yes, it's over the line, but not so far over. I mean, I wouldn't actually be touching you, the dildo would."

"I don't think we should do that," she answered.

However, thirty minutes later I was naked on her bed, holding the dildo and moving it in and out of her as she rubbed her clit and had a fantastic orgasm. The tips of my fingers would touch her wetness every time I pushed the dildo deep inside her. It was the first time I had ever touched her there, but I wasn't sure she was really aware that my fingers were touching her.

When her orgasm subsided she looked at me and laughed. "Well," she said. "I guess I have no willpower left. I can't believe I let you do that to me." She reached over and grabbed my real cock and gave it a squeeze, then reached for the lube. She oiled up her breasts and I moved my cock into position between them and started moving my cock up and down as she moved her breasts in counter-rhythm and squeezed my cock between them. I was so turned on by using the dildo on her and being so close to her cunt that it didn't take me long and soon I was squirting my seed all over her chin, ear, and hair.

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The next night we took a shower together in her bathroom and moved to Mom's bed before we were even completely dry. The night before had been an exciting new experience, and it seemed that we were both eager to repeat it. After a lot of naked hugging, kissing, and breast play, she asked me if I wanted to play with the dildo again. I thought it was an odd way to put it, but my answer was a definite yes. She reached under her pillow, pulled it out, and handed it to me. She asked me to kiss her breasts some more and I started with her right one, just barely touching the tip of her nipple with the tip of my tongue. This elicited a warm "Mmmmmmm" from Mom as I teased her nipple with the tip of my tongue. My cock was achingly hard, knowing that I was going to be plunging the dildo into her at any moment. Finally, I sucked the entire nipple into my mouth and swirled my tongue around the hard nub of it. She gave a slight moan and I felt her hand move towards her vagina. I moved to her left breast and repeated the teasing with my tongue as she moved her hand and fingers against herself. I felt her arm moving between us as I sucked her entire nipple into my mouth.

"Okay," she said quietly. "I'm ready for the dildo. We won't need any lube, I'm soaked." She pushed my shoulders down and I took the cue and slid down her body until I was laying between her spread legs with her vagina right in front of my face. I placed the dildo against her opening and gave a gentle push, but she grabbed my hand.

"No, honey," she said as she held my wrist. "You have to start slowly and gently, just like with kissing and breasts." She began moving my hand so the head of the dildo was sliding softly up and down her slit. With her other hand she pulled back the hood of her clit (something she had also taught me about).

"And you can rub the tip on my clit. Here, get a little moisture on the end of it." She moved my hand so the dildo went right to where her opening was. She spread her legs a little further apart so her vagina opened up and I could see how wet and gooey she was inside. She rubbed the head of the lifelike fake cock in the small pool of goo just inside her. It seemed to be flowing out of her hole, but I wasn't sure. The entire thing was wet, slick, and shiny. Then she moved my hand so the lubricated head of the dildo lightly rubbed against her exposed swollen clit.

"Yes, honey, just like that," she said and let go of my hand. She continued to hold back the hood of her clit as I gently massaged it with the head of the phallus. "Now just slide it all over, getting it wet again and coming back to my clit." I did as she asked and I could feel her breathing quicken. "Oh yes, baby. Just like that," she moaned as I ran the head of the dildo up down her slit and vulva, getting it nice and slick, then going back to lightly rubbing her clit with it.

"Okay, I'm ready now. Put it in me, but slowly. Slide it in slowly, honey." She spread her legs a little more and she opened up again. I placed the head of the dildo into the goo I could see gathering at the opening to her hole and gave a gentle push. It slid in easily as I gently pushed in the entire length. Mom gave a low moan. "Okay, hold it there for just a moment, then slowly slide it back out." I held it for maybe three or four seconds, then slowly slid it almost all the way out. "Now do that again a few times," she instructed as she moved her other hand to her exposed clit and began lightly rubbing it with her fingertips, within a foot of my face. I could smell her womanly scent.

I slowly slid the dildo all the way back in and became aware that my fingertips were slightly entering her as well. She was wet and slick, and my fingertips became wet and slick as well. I held deep inside for a moment, then slowly slid it out.

"Oh, yes," Mom groaned. I repeated the long slow motions as Mom's fingers began to speed up on her clit. "Now you can start going a little faster," she directed. I began speeding up the long strokes in and out of her. The dildo was sliding smoothly and I could see that it was coated with a film of Mom's thick, creamy juice each time I pulled it out before thrusting it back in. Her fingertips were now a blur on her clit as I began ramming the dildo in and out of her.

"Yes, yes!" Mom panted. "When I tell you, push it all the way in and hold it there, just moving it in and out slightly. Then when I tell you again, start sliding it slowly all the way in and out like you did at the beginning." She was almost too frantic to finish her sentence as I kept driving the dildo home and her fingers blazed against her clit.

"Now, now!" she cried. "Push and hold!" I pushed it in as far as I could, with my fingertips inside Mom and gave it slight little motions. Mom's orgasm came crashing down on her, and she was repeating, "Oh shit, oh shit," over and over as multiple spasms racked her body. After five or more quaking peaks, she began to slow down. "Now, honey, now just slide it in and out slowly." I did so as she slowly came down from her intense climax.

She lifted her head from the pillow and smiled down at me. Finally, she took hold of my hand again and pulled it so the dildo popped out of her spent pussy. "Lay back, baby," she purred, and I switched over to laying on my back with my head at the foot of the bed and my feet near the pillows. She moved to her knees and began slowly kissing her way up my leg. When she got to my stiff cock, she lifted it with her hand and took my entire nut sack in her mouth, gently swirling her tongue around my balls as she slowly stroked me with her hand. "Mmmm," I heard her throaty response to having a mouthful of my nuts.

She popped them out of her mouth one by one, then began licking the taint underneath. We were both fresh out of the shower, so it must have been okay, but I did worry a little about her tongue being so close to my anus. She continued to lightly stroke my cock as she licked all over my taint, my balls, and the moist, dark area between my sack and the insides of my thighs. She was giving me a very thorough tongue bath and it felt wonderful.

I raised my head and looked down at her. She looked up and caught my eye, then smiled at me again before taking both my testicles into her mouth and lightly shifting them around with her tongue.

"Mom," I said as I lay my head back down on the pillow. "I really need your mouth on my cock now."

With one smooth motion, she moved up a bit, placed her lips around the large mushroom head of my penis, and slowly slid it all the way into her mouth and down her throat. After a moment she began gagging and took it out. She took a moment with a couple of deep breaths, then slid my hard cock down her throat again. She gagged a little less, but removed it and took another breath. Then down her throat again. She repeated this until she built up a rhythm of taking me down her throat between short breaths. Three minutes later I was slowly fucking her throat and could feel my orgasm building. I brought the hand I had been using the dildo with up to my nose. My fingertips had been coated in Mom's juices, and I took a deep whiff. The pungent aroma hit me as my cock slid down her throat again. I brought my fingers closer to my lips and licked them, tasting her cum. It took me to another level of arousal. Then, after another ten or so strokes down her throat my legs began to shake. One more deep plunge and I came with an extreme stab of pleasure in my groin that then radiated out over my entire body.

Mom took my cock in her hand and kept the head in her mouth as she sucked each huge spurt of cum out of my pulsing dick, squeezing and milking me as I ejaculated again and again, each time extreme pleasure washing over my entire body. I realized she was quickly swallowing each blast as she received it. She had taken the first one down her throat, so I guess she didn't see the need to spit, so she swallowed it all. And she seemed hungry for it as she milked every drop out of me.

I took her head in my hands and lifted her chin so I could see her face. She looked so beautiful with her hair tussled and the head of my cock in her mouth with tiny rivulets of my cum streaming out around her lips. She let my cock pop out of her mouth, then licked her lips, capturing the stray bits of semen that had escaped. Then she swallowed again.

Then suddenly, she seemed to come back to reality and sat up, saying, "Oh gosh, it's late! We've got to get some sleep! Off to bed with you now." I got up off the bed and began to move towards my room, but Mom called out to me. "Wait! What about my goodnight kiss?" I turned and leaned over her nude form, first kissing each nipple, then moving up and kissing her lips. She opened her mouth slightly and I took the hint and slipped my tongue inside, even though she had just had a mouthful of my cum. I wanted to show her how much I appreciated her shifting her boundaries and allowing me to use the dildo on her, then deep-throat me until I blasted down her throat.

It didn't really seem any different, but just knowing that I had just cum inside her mouth made me a little uncomfortable. But I know that Mom appreciated it when she broke the kiss and said, "Thank you, baby." Off to bed I went.

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The next morning was Tuesday and when I came downstairs Mom was in her robe in the kitchen. I came up behind her and wrapped my arms around her, taking each breast in one of my hands and giving them a gentle squeeze.

"Ooh, honey, not today," she said and kind of winced. "My period's coming and my breasts are very sensitive." Over the years growing up, I was aware that my mother had her period. When I was little I had asked her what the tampons were for and she explained to me that women bleed once a month as part of how babies are made. I remember her telling me that every time she bled, it meant that there wasn't a baby in her tummy. After that, I would notice when there were tampon wrappers and applicators in the trash can in my folk's bathroom. When I started getting sex education in school I learned more about why and how women menstruate. I knew all the basics, but there was a lot I didn't know.

"So your breasts get sore before your period?" I asked.

"Yes, and I get crampy and feel a little bloated," she answered.

"How long until it comes?"

"Sometime later today or tonight," she replied.

"Oh," I said, feeling at a loss to how to get to what I really wanted to know. So I decided to just blurt it out.

"So how does that affect what we're doing?" I looked at her with raised eyebrows.

"Well, generally, I don't feel very sexy the first couple of days. Especially if I'm having a heavy flow." I must have reacted to that visibly because Mom laughed. "Oh, honey," she continued. "It's all very normal and natural. In fact, I was on the last day of my period the first time you wanted to kiss me and I showed you how to kiss."

"So......?" I asked again.

"So probably the next day or two I can take care of you if you need it, but I probably won't be that interested doing anything to myself. Then, the last couple of days, I might be more interested, but I don't think we can do, like, what we did last night. I tend to just rub my clit if I get horny the last couple of days. Then, five days from now, I'll be over it and we'll be fine!"

My head was spinning a little bit with all this new information and it must have shown. I wasn't completely comfortable with the thought of a woman bleeding out of her vagina. Especially the vagina I was so interested in.

"Jason, when you have a girlfriend or a wife, this will be a very normal part of your life. Every couple deals with it every month, and you just kind of learn to work around it. It will be fine." Then she added, "You'll see. Menstruation is normal, sweetie, and you're normal and you'll get used to it."

"Okay, I said. "I get it."

"But!" she exclaimed. "Women still want to be held and feel loved, especially when they're feeling more emotional during their period. So, kissing and cuddling, kind words and thoughtful deeds, are especially welcome."

"Okay, Mom. Well, I mean, you are being so awesome with me and teaching me so much that I'll shower you with affection the next few days."

"That would be so sweet, honey," she replied.

"You deserve it, Mom. You're awesome."

I had my first game that afternoon after school, a practice game against the State University. We got crushed, but that was to be expected against a team in a higher division. I went 2 for 4, though, and made a great catch in the outfield which was good because this was the school I hoped to go to after Community College. I was glad I performed well so that perhaps they'd notice me and recruit me for their baseball team. Mom was there cheering me on. We stopped for dinner at an Applebee's on our way home, but Mom didn't seem her usual bubbly self. I guess her period had come.

That night, and Wednesday, we didn't do anything, but I did cuddle with Mom on the couch both nights while we watched TV and kissed her often and told her how beautiful and how great she was. The next day I did all the dishes, took the trash out, and complimented Mom every chance I could. I even gave her a nice backrub and foot rub while we watched TV.

Thursday night she came into my bedroom and gave me a long, slow blow job. She must have liked swallowing the time before because she didn't spit after I came. She must have swallowed it all. Afterward she stayed in my room for a long time, and we cuddled and kissed. I don't know how long she was there because I fell asleep and when I woke up at around 2 a. m. she was gone to her own bed.

Friday night was cuddling on the couch again and she did touch my cock over my gym shorts a few times but I wasn't sure if it was on purpose or accidental. Maybe her interest was coming back.

Saturday morning, I had a game and we took my car. I drove, but when we arrived an hour before game time, she got out and came over to the driver's side. As I got out of the car she asked me for the keys and told me she'd be back in an hour for the game. She gave me a crooked little smile and said, "I've got a little shopping to do." She got in, adjusted the seat forward and took off.

"Wait!" I shouted, running after her, waving my arms. I saw the brake lights go on, and the car came to a stop. I ran up to it, opened the back driver's side door, and pulled out my bat bag.

"Sorry!" Mom said as I closed the door and gave it a couple of taps to let her know she could pull away.

We won this game and I went 2 for 3 with 2 runs scored and 2 RBI. I was on a roll, both with baseball and Mom.

I think playing such a good game must have made me horny or something. On the way home, I kept looking over at Mom in the passenger seat and all I could think about was her pussy and the dildo. We didn't talk much and I wondered if she was thinking what I was thinking.

"So, is your period over?" I asked while REM played on the oldies radio station she loved so much.

"Pretty much. Nothing so far today," she replied.

"Does that mean when we get home we can mess around?" I asked. "Like, for real?" I added.

"Honey, I think one more day to be safe. She reached across the console and put her hand in my lap. "You can wait one more day, can't you?" she said sweetly, then gave my stiffening cock a little squeeze.

"Not if you do stuff like that!" I laughed.

"Oh, then I won't be such a naughty girl," she answered, and removed her hand. "You'll just have to wait until tomorrow. And I'll be a good girl and won't tease you."

I guess the die was cast, because that evening we watched TV and cuddled on the couch, but she resisted any attempt I made to move things into a more sexual mode. And true to her word, she refrained from even bumping up against my stiff boner, avoiding it altogether.

When we finally locked up and went to bed, I lay there thinking about how much our relationship had changed over the past month, and how much I had changed. I liked not being the calculating, whiny son who asked for and got anything he wanted from his Mommy. I felt more mature, more like a man than a child. I felt that I was a better version of my Dad, that I was the man of the house. It felt good.

Little did I know what that naughty girl had in mind for the next day, or that we were about to take another giant leap forward.

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When I woke up on Sunday morning, it was raining steadily. I grabbed my phone off the nightstand and looked up the forecast. Rain all day. Then it dawned on me that it was Sunday and I had no school or practice, and the whole day off. As I came further awake, I also remembered that it was the day that Mom's period was completely over. I reached down and grabbed my morning wood, wrapping the material of my pajama bottoms around it. One squeeze and I knew what I wanted.

I got up and padded down the hall to Mom's bedroom, shirtless, with my boner tenting my pajamas. I was hoping to find her in bed and hoping that her dildo was handy, and hoping that she was ready to play. When I got to her bedroom, though, her bed had already been made, and she was nowhere to be found.

Turning, I went to the staircase and as I descended, I could hear the sound of pots and pans coming from the kitchen. With my boner still tenting my pajamas, I walked into the kitchen where Mom was busy cooking what looked like an amazing breakfast. She was wearing a short nightie with a plunging neckline, and she looked absolutely beautiful with her tousled hair pinned up to the top of her head, her perky breasts jutting out, and her perfectly shaped ass hovering over her long, tanned legs. When she heard me enter, she turned and looked down at the pronounced tent in my pajamas.

"Well, hello, big boy!" she laughed. "Looks like you've got a little friend there." She laughed again and added, "Well, maybe not so little." She giggled and I walked behind her, wrapping my arms around her and taking one of her breasts in each hand. She gave a slight moan of appreciation as I pushed my hard cock against her firm butt. I squeezed her breasts gently.

"So your boobs are feeling better?" I pushed against her from behind, nestling my cock up against the small of her back.

"My boobs are feeling absolutely wonderful at the moment," she answered, but reached behind her and gently pushed me away. "However," she continued, "I am making us a wonderful Sunday brunch and I need to pay attention to what I'm doing." She turned and gave me a soft kiss on my lips. "Go up and get a shirt on. Breakfast is in 10 minutes."

I went back upstairs and put on a pair of shorts and a T-Shirt. I took a pee, and my morning wood began to subside. I washed my face and hands, brushed my teeth and went back downstairs where Mom had breakfast on the table.

"Wow, this looks amazing!" I said as I took my seat across from Mom. Cinnamon rolls, Denver omelet, fried potatoes, bacon, coffee, and orange juice were all waiting at my place at the table. As I ate, though, all I could think about was getting Mom back upstairs and spending an hour or more in bed with her. I couldn't forget what it felt like to have my fingers brushing against her pussy as I used the dildo on her. It had been days since, and I wanted badly to do it again.

When Mom took her seat, I started eating and for a few moments we sat in silence as we enjoyed her cooking. After taking a bite of warm roll, I looked up at her and said, "Thanks, Mom. This is awesome."

She beamed with happiness when I said that so I added, "I can't believe how badly Dad blew it when he lost you." I searched for the right words for the next thing I wanted to say. "You're like a treasure, and Dad had a treasure right in front of him and he didn't even know it."

"Honey, that is so sweet of you to say that!" Mom replied. She gave me the biggest smile and I held her gaze, smiling back. "You know, I'm starting to believe that," she continued. "I felt like such a piece of shit going through all that with your father, but I really am starting to feel like my old self. And I owe so much of that to you, my sweet boy." She reached across the table and touched my cheek. "I love you."

"I love you, too, Mom," I said, never meaning it more. "You make me happy."

"You make me happy, too, sweetheart," she said, pulling her hand away from her cheek. "Now eat!"

I plunged in and soon had the entire meal devoured. As I sat back from the table, Mom said, "Our movie starts at 12:15."

"What?" I answered. "What movie?"

"It's a rainy day, Jason, and we're going to the movies together. I have it all planned out. Now get upstairs and get showered and be ready to leave here at 11:30."

"Yes, ma'am," I answered. "You want me to help with the dishes?"

"No, go get in the shower, and I'll shower after you so leave me some hot water!" I took my dishes to the sink and went upstairs. I wasn't a big fan of going to the movies. They charged too much for the tickets, for the drinks and popcorn, and you can just stream almost any movie you want right at home. But I could see that Mom was excited about it so I didn't protest.

When we got to the theater, there were only about six other people there. It wasn't a new movie that had just come out, so I guess the demand for it was waning. We had our popcorn and our sodas, and we sat in the flickering light watching what turned out to be a pretty good movie.

Mom was leaning her head against me, and even reached up and kissed my cheek a couple of times. I put my arm around her, pulling her close to me and kissing the top of her head. It felt very comfortable and very nice, and with the way the theater was situated, nobody could really see us. Mom shifted a bit so she was turned a little more towards me and nestled into the crook of my arm. She was sitting to the right of me, and I had my right arm around her and she had her right hand on my stomach. Every once in a while I would give her a gentle hug with the arm around her, and she would respond by lightly rubbing my stomach.

Then, without a hug, she began rubbing my stomach. It felt nice. She was steadily rubbing me now, and I felt her hand begin to go lower to my belt line. She rubbed there for a while, then moved her hand down a little lower, just above my rapidly growing cock. She gently rubbed around there for a few minutes, then moved her hand lower, and I could feel that she was searching for something. It was pointing down and becoming uncomfortable as it hardened, so I reached down and adjusted it so it was pointing up in my pants. I felt her hand move over it, and she began lightly rubbing me. It was a soft and gentle motion, not one to make me want to cum. It felt very nice.

After a few minutes of this, she removed her hand and reached across me for my left hand. She took it and placed it on her breast, then went back to gently rubbing my now completely hard cock over my pants. I responded and began gently rubbing her breast. She wasn't wearing a bra, which was unusual, and I could feel her stiff nipple beneath the fabric of her shirt. We watched the movie for a while, just gently rubbing each other and enjoying the feeling.

Then, something happened that caught me completely off guard. Something I had been dreaming about but had little expectation that it would happen, especially in a movie theater. Mom removed her hand from my cock and placed it over the hand I had at her breasts. She took my hand and slowly moved it down across her belly towards her crotch. Spreading her legs slightly, she moved my hand so it was directly over her pussy, then pressed it against her, giving a slight forward thrust of her pelvis as she did. She moved her hand back to my cock, and I began gently rubbing her over her yoga pants. I could feel the lips of her pussy and I could clearly make out where her slit was, and where her clit jutted out. I rubbed softly, and I could feel the heat emanating from her. I could also feel the moisture building in the material of her pants and could tell that she was getting wet and squishy beneath them.

I had completely lost the thread of the movie by now. I was lost in the sensation of finally touching Mom where I had been longing to touch her. She was gently rocking her hips back and forth as I paid attention to each part that she had shown me. The vulva on the outside, giving long, smooth strokes up and down. The labia, and rubbing light circles around her clitoris. I was getting more and more excited as I explored the shape and feel of her cunt. She hadn't sped up her gentle rubbing of my cock, but I was achingly excited.

I wanted more, though. I wanted to feel the actual skin of it. The wetness of it. I moved my hand up to her waistband and began to slide my fingers down inside her stretchy pants. She grabbed my wrist.

"Not here, baby," she whispered. "Wait till we get home." She gave my cock a squeeze and I went back to rubbing her over the top of her pants. By this time her entire crotch was soaked and if I pressed lightly I could push the material up inside her pussy. This was the border that we hadn't crossed, although we had come right up to it.

Before I knew it, the movie was over and we were gathering our trash and raincoats. I had a huge bone, and as we exited the theater and threw away our trash, I held my raincoat in front of me to hide it. Mom was wearing black yoga pants, and I don't think anyone could have noticed that the entire crotch of them was soaking wet. But she, too, was holding her raincoat in front of her.

We ran to the car and jumped in. I started it up, backed out of the parking space and headed for home. I was anxious to get there. I wanted to get those pants off Mom and explore every inch of her pussy.

Mom buckled her seatbelt, then turned down the volume on the radio. She looked over at me and said, "Jason, what I'm about to say isn't coming from me being incredibly aroused right now, although I am. I've been thinking about it for the past few days and I feel that it's right and I'm okay with it. Not just okay with it; I want it. We have crossed so many borders. Each time we do, I'm sure the world will somehow change and come crashing down, but it hasn't. In fact, every time we cross a border, things get better. You gain confidence, I feel happier. I think we're getting closer to our goals."

I was almost shaking from the massive amount of arousal I was feeling at that moment. I couldn't believe I was hearing what I was hearing. Did she mean we were going to fuck?

"When we get home, I'm going to give you full access to me. You can touch my vagina with your hands, your lips, your tongue, any and all parts of you except one. You can't touch it with your cock. That is the one border that I am still convinced we shouldn't cross. You can touch your cock to any other part of me, but not there."

That answered my question. We weren't going to fuck, but I was finally going to get to touch and taste her pussy.

"Are we clear?" she asked.

"Perfectly," I answered, although not without some disappointment.

"Good, now get us home as fast as you can. I need to get these wet pants out from between my legs and get you there instead." She smiled at me. "Now that my period's over I can be a naughty girl again."

I raced home through the rain and as soon as I pulled into the garage Mom reached up and hit the garage door closer. As the door went down, Mom came across the console and kissed me, pushing her tongue into my mouth.

"Oh, God," she panted. "I've been wanting to do that for the last two hours!" She came back in for the kiss, and we sat in the car for five minutes making out. When I began rubbing her breast, she broke the kiss.

"Let's go in the house," she said as she moved back to her seat and reached for the door handle.

When we got inside, Mom told me she needed to go and clean herself up and that I should wait 10 minutes and then come up to her room. I got myself a can of soda and looked at my phone, counting the moments until I could go upstairs.

Finally, 10 minutes had passed. I raced up the stairs and found Mom's bedroom door closed. Should I knock? I decided that I should or otherwise why would the door be closed? I rapped softly on the door and heard Mom say "Just a minute." I waited patiently outside until I heard her tell me to come in.

When I did, the first thing I noticed was that Mom had pulled her drapes closed and the room was dark except for all the candles she had lit giving off their soft, glowing light. It smelled of vanilla and Mom's perfume. I looked down to the bed and I saw that Mom had stripped the top covers off, so it was just the bottom sheet. Mom was laying on the bed, posed for me. She was wearing absolutely the sexiest piece of lingerie I had ever seen. It was all white lace, with sheer, see-through cups. It gathered just below her breasts, then flowed open to just where her butt met her legs. She had her legs together, but I could see the white lacy panties that matched the rest of the negligee. She was so beautiful in the flickering candle light. She smiled at me as I stood over her next to the bed.

"You like?" she asked.

"Yes, very much," I answered. I almost choked on the words. For some reason, speaking was very difficult at that moment. I was in awe of how beautiful and sexy Mom looked.

"Then why are you still wearing your clothes?" she said softly.

I tore off my shirt and got out of my pants as fast as I could and joined Mom on the bed. She rolled into my arms and we began kissing. I moved my hand down to her belly and was about to touch her pussy when she whispered in my ear, "Not yet, Jason. Slowly. Go slow and be gentle."

I went back to kissing her. We hugged and snuggled as we explored each other's tongues. I was incredibly turned on by it. I nuzzled her neck and gave her tiny kisses there and up near her ear. She hugged me close to her and I could feel the lacy, satiny material covering her breasts pressed against my bare skin.

She took my hand and placed it on her breast, and I began lightly rubbing it. I gave a small squeeze and Mom shifted a bit and sighed. I switched to her other breast and lifted it out of the cup of her negligee. I rubbed this one lightly again until I gave it a gentle squeeze that elicited the same sigh. "God, you turn me on so much," she whispered, and I brought my head down and took her nipple in my mouth and began softly sucking on it.

She reached down and found my cock and began lightly stroking it. I became lost in Mom's tits, pleasuring one with my mouth while teasing the other with my hand. I licked every inch of each breast, kissed everywhere, and swirled my tongue around her nipples while lightly sucking on them.

Mom continued stroking me lightly as I went back up and began kissing her again. She removed her hand from my cock and found my right hand. She took it back to her breast, then held it there for a brief moment. Without releasing her grip, she began moving it down. Down from her breasts to her tummy, pausing briefly there before moving it down more to her belly button, then further down until I touched the top of her panties. Then slowly down more until my hand was covering the satin lace gusset of the matching panties. Then she began slowly moving my hand up and down, establishing a rhythm before removing hers and letting me continue on my own. We were still kissing, our tongues lashing at each other's while I rubbed her pussy over her panties and she softly stroked me. She was moving slightly in time to my movements, pushing softly against my hand on each upstroke.

I began to feel the warmth and the wetness again through the material of her panties. It was so scant. There was so little between my hand and the warmth and wetness of her bare cunt. She took her hand off my cock and placed it gently over mine, not guiding it, but just moving her hand in time with mine. After a few moments of this, she broke our kiss and whispered in my ear. "Slowly, gently, baby," and she reached below my hand and pulled her panties to the side.

At last, I thought to myself. I put my hand back down and felt the smooth skin of her vulva for the first time. Remembering her instructions, I began lightly running my fingertips along the puffy skin outside her opening. It was hairless, freshly shaved. Mom was just slightly moving her hips and up and down as I stroked her. I ran the tip of my index finger from the bottom of her slit up to the top, pausing at her clit and lightly rubbed a circle around it. I took my fingertip back down, and it picked up some of the cream that was oozing from Mom. I paused at the bottom and slipped my finger just barely inside, just between the folds of her labia. Again I slowly ran my finger up, just the tip buried inside the crease of her. When I got back up to the top, my fingertip was completely coated in her juice and it glided effortlessly around and on to her clit. She moaned into my mouth when I finally touched it, and pushed up against my finger, establishing more contact.

I put my entire hand over her cunt, but kept my fingertip just inside her, and began going up and down from her hole to her clit, pausing there each time to give it pleasure and feel Mom's reaction. She sighed and moaned and pressed her clit firmly into my hand each time I got there. I could feel her opening up with each pass of my hand. Soon my entire palm was coated in her juice and her pussy was open and my hand was rubbing over the inside lips. Mom's breathing was becoming ragged, and she was moving against my hand with a fucking motion.

Mom broke the kiss and pushed my shoulders down as if she wanted me to kiss and suck her breasts, so without missing a stroke on her pussy, I bent my head down and began licking and sucking on her nipples. This got Mom even hotter, and her fucking motion increased against my hand.

Again she pushed on my shoulders, trying to get me to go further down. I kissed my way down her belly until I was just above her panties.

"Take them off," she said quietly. I slid them down and she raised each leg in turn so I could pull them completely off her. I was surprised to see that her landing strip was gone. She had shaved herself completely bald for me. She again pushed gently on my shoulders and said, "Do what you were doing with your hand with your mouth and tongue."

I moved down between her spread legs and put my face close to her pussy. It was beautiful. Smooth, wet, shiny. She was slightly open from her arousal and I could see the pink inner lips glistening wetly in the candlelight. I started at the bottom and took one long, slow lick up the entire length of her cunt. The taste was different, but I liked it. I took another long, slow lick up the entire length, stopping just short of her clit. Then I began lightly licking and sucking on her puffy outer lips, the vulva. I went back to the long, slow licks up her open slit, and on the fourth pass, finally let my tongue pass over her clit. Mom bucked when I licked her button and grabbed the back of my head, pressing my face more firmly against her.

"That's it, honey. Lick me there. Lick my clit."

I began flicking the tip of my tongue lightly over it and Mom moaned and pushed herself against my face. "That's it, baby. Right there."

I sucked her clit into my mouth and I felt it pop out of its hood. I swirled my tongue around and all over it, and her moaning increased. She was bucking her hips against me.

"Put a finger in me," she panted. I took my index finger and placed it at the opening to her hole. She gave a slight push and I slid my finger all the way in.

"Oh yes, yes, yes," Mom moaned.

I began moving my finger in and out of her, just as I had the dildo. I increased the pressure on her clit and was now lashing at it with my tongue while I finger fucked my own mother. Her moans turned to wails, her hips wildly bucking against my face, and then she tensed, her legs shook for a moment, and then she yelled out that she was cumming as she soaked my face with a fresh flood of her copious juices. She bucked and writhed as her climax played out.

Before she was even finished cumming I was on her. Without thinking, I just went from kneeling between her legs to laying on top of her with my aching hard cock pressed against her cunt.

"Let me put it in, I begged. I began moving it, trying to find the opening. Mom was still in the throes of her ecstasy and she was moving against me as I lay on top of her.

"Please, Mom, let me put it in." She had been right. All that stuff was designed to get us ready for intercourse, and I was never more ready for intercourse than I was that moment. Then Mom came to her senses.

"No, Jason. You can't put it in." She moved her hand down and took my hard cock and placed it against her belly. "Rub it here, honey. She reached further down and gathered up some of her natural lube from her pussy and smeared it all over my cock. I began humping her and she moved in time with me. I had never been more turned on in my life, and there I was laying on top of her, both of us fully making fucking motions, but instead of my cock buried deep inside her as I wanted, it was rubbing against her belly.

She gathered up more of her lube and put her hand between our bellies and started stroking me as I rubbed faster and faster against her. It felt like I was fucking her even though I wasn't. My orgasm wasn't far away and I sped up my movements until I was hammering away on her.

"Come for me, baby," she whispered in my ear. "Come all over me." Finally, the moment, the friction against her belly, and the feeling of laying on top of Mom and almost fucking her took me over the edge and with a sudden surge I blasted shot after shot of hot, sticky cum in the space between our bellies and chests. It was by far the strongest orgasm I had ever had. I wasn't sure I was even aware that an orgasm could be that much better than the ones I had in the past.

"That's it, baby, that's it," Mom was saying as I began to regain my senses. I rolled off her.

"Whoa!" I said, looking at my cum-soaked mother. She was a drenched down below and had drenched the bed, as there was a wide circle of wet sheet below where we had just lain. She had long ropes of my sperm across her stomach, breasts, and negligee. She had never looked more beautiful and I told her so.

"Oh my God," she answered. "Are you kidding? I'm a mess!" She got up from the bed and went in to the bathroom and I could hear the water running for a short while. She came back with a warm washcloth and wiped my mouth and chin with it, then my chest and stomach, then my now-withering cock.

" I should have taken this off," she said, holding out her negligee where I had spurted all over it. She had cleaned herself up, but the negligee was definitely soiled.

"Well take it off now," I told her and patted the bed next to me. As she untied the front and unclasped the bra part at the back she told me, "I bought this for you yesterday before your game. That's why I went shopping." I gave her a smile and thanked her. She grabbed the comforter from the loveseat and lay down next to me, avoiding the wet spot, and pulled it over us.

"I had already made up my mind that we were ready for the next step," she said as we fell into each other's arms. "And I wanted to make it special for you."

"Well, it would have been pretty special even without the sexy lingerie, Mom," I told her. "But I really did like that you made the effort to look so damn sexy!" I laughed and reached down and touched her just above her pussy. "And thanks for losing the landing strip, too. That was a big turn-on."

We lay in bed for the rest of the day, snuggling under the comforter, enjoying the candlelight and listening to the steady patter of the rain outside. Well, we did that except for when I was giving her two more orgasms and having two more of my own.

We had come farther than I ever hoped, and once I got a taste of her pussy, it was like I couldn't get enough of it. There was still a ways to go, though. I wasn't sure if we'd ever get there, but I sure hoped so.

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