Steven was good. I woke up with him pumping his hard cock in and out of my clenching pussy. I never heard him come in. I never felt him slip in beside me. I never felt him enter me. How long had he been inside me? It didn’t matter. All that matters is that I love how he feels inside me. All that matters is that I love having him inside me. Oh, if only I could always have him inside me. That would be heaven right here on earth. I wrapped my legs around his hips and started moving under him, my hips flying up to meet his thrust for thrust. Suddenly, without warning, I climaxed.
Again, we started cumming at the very same instant. I have never experienced anything during sex that was more satisfying than a mutual climax but the only other man I have ever experienced that with was my brother. This time I didn’t pass out. This time as our orgasms subsided I clamped down on his cock with my well develop love tunnel muscles. Flexing them as I held him deep inside me, I milked every drop of cum from his still hard rod. Grabbing my ass with both hands, he held my crotch tightly against his as he rolled over on his back. As I lay there on his chest, my legs between his spread thighs, he caressed my back, soothing me as I savored the sweet afterglow of climax.
"Steve, honey…I’ve made love with a lot of guys but, except for you, no guy has ever been able to make cum the way you do. How………..?"
"How did I learn to make love to a woman, honey? He paused for a long moment before continuing. "My mother taught me."
"How did it happen? That sounds so fucking erotic. Tell about you and your mother. Turn me on."
With his cock still inside me, he started to talk.
"Well, you remember how I said that clothing was optional in my home……"
It all started when I was sixteen years old. My mother was a beautiful woman with long, sexy legs, a tiny waist, and large titties that stood straight out from her body like two missile nosecones. It was always easy to tell when my mother was horny because her body became feverishly hot and flushed a deep pink from head to toe. Her nipples became so swollen that it looked as if her titties had grown titties of their own. Her womanly fragrance was strong when she was horny and the sweet smell of her sex wafted throughout our home. It seemed like she was always horny when dad was away on business for more than one or two nights at a time. The summer months were always a hard time of the year for her because that’s when dad went on maneuvers with his National Guard unit. When dad was away, mom spent hours everyday masturbating. I spent a lot of time masturbating to because the sounds of her playing with herself seeping through the paper thin walls of our old farmhouse drove me wild.
My mother’s touches were starting to become more intimate that summer. When she hugged me, it was full body contact with her crotch pressing tightly against mine, her hard nipples boring into my muscular chest. When we sat next to one another on the sofa in the evening she would press close into my side, our shoulder, hips, and thighs pressed firmly against one another. When we kissed, it was an intimate kiss on the lips, hard and long.
I started reading all kinds of books on sex that winter. Books on sexual physiology. Books on sexual positions. Books on masturbation techniques. Books on sensual massage techniques. I knew that eventually I was going to have sex with my beautiful mother and I wanted to know what I was doing when it happened.
It finally happened on my seventeenth birthday. My birthday had started out like most days did during the hot summer months with the two of us stretched out side by side by the pool working on our tans. Christina, I had been calling my mother by her first name ever my fourteenth birthday, was lying on her stomach with her legs spread wide. A few day ago she had arranged our blankets and cushions so we lay head to foot. As I lay on my side, my gaze slid slowly up her lovely legs and soft inner thighs to take in her swollen sex.
Then I had another Idea. Grabbing a bottle of sun tan lotion, I straddled her body being careful to not wake her. Pouring some lotion on my hands, I leaned forward and started rubbing it on her shoulders and upper back. Slowly I moved down her back until I reach her ass. Slowly I increased the pressure massage the oil deep into her lovely back. After a few minutes, she started to moan softly under my touch. As I slid my fingertips up along her sides this time her body arched up off the blanket and I slid my hands under her to play with her nipple. Gently I took them in my fingers, squeezing them gently, rolling them between thumbs and forefingers, stretching them, milking them until they grew huge in my fingers. Christina’s moans grew louder and she started grinding her ass against my balls and throbbing shaft.
Sliding slowly backward until I was kneeling between her widely spread thighs, I slid a finger between her bloated lips to find her hard, erect clit. Remembering what I read about how some girl’s clit’s are too sensitive to be touched directly, I circled my fingertip around it slowly.
Christina opened her eyes.
"Jesus, Steven, that feels so fucking fantastic. Fuck me. Take me like a dog. Please, honey. I need you inside me now."
I didn’t need to be asked twice. Grabbing Cristina by the hips I pulled her up on her knees and rammed my throbbing cock all the way inside her in one mighty thrust.
"Oh, sweet Jesus. You’re so fucking hot, Christina. Oh, God. I love the way you feel.."
"Fuck me harder, honey. Rip me wide open with your big fucking cock. Why did you wait so long. I’ve wanted you for so fucking long. Oh yes, that’s it. Faster. Harder."
Her hot pussy enveloped my cock like a hot glove and I felt my jism beginning to swirl around in my balls getting ready to erupt. I didn’t know how long I was going to be able to hold back but I wanted our first time together to be as satisfying for Christina as it was for me so I tried to remember everything I had read about control. It was as if Christina knew exactly what I was thinking because every time I was close to shooting my wad inside her she would clench down on my cock, holding me motionless, deep inside her until my arousal subsided to a safer level. Then she let me start again.
"Now! I’m going to cum. I want to feel you."
With that, I pulled out all the stops. Grabbing Christina’s hips, I started slamming my cock into her pussy like a jackhammer breaking concrete. It didn’t take long for us to start climaxing together. It felt perfect, just as I knew it would.
When I finally rolled over on my back next to her, Christina, through herself on top of me, bathing my face, neck and chest in kisses.
"Well, my darling, there you have it. Christina taught me everything I know about making love. Because of her, I know how to satisfy a real woman. Now we need to shower and hit the road. We have a four-hour trip ahead of and we don’t want to keep the dean waiting. Right?
"The D-E-A-N?"
"Jesus, Sandy. I thought you knew. I’m the son of the college’s dean of students."
"Damn you, Steven. He’d probably fire me if I didn’t have tenure."
Steven started to laugh.
"What’s so fucking Funny?"
"Fire you? He wants to give you another class to teach after the holidays. He would like to teach a course on erotica a senior year elective if you want to teach it that is. In fact, he wants you to design the course. You can even keep me as a teacher’s pet if you want me."
"Yes! Yes! We’d better get out of bed before I rape you, you bastard. We don’t want to keep the dean waiting."
"It’s alright, darling. I packed a few things for you last night and I laid your traveling clothes out on a chair for you. We’ll grab a bite to eat on the road."
