Moms Oral Workshop
The kitchen hummed with soft, rhythmic sounds as Carol meticulously chopped vegetables for dinner. Her knife moved swiftly and precisely, dividing carrots, celery, and bell peppers into uniform pieces. The setting sun casts a warm glow through the window, painting the kitchen walls with golden hues.
As she worked, Carol sensed a presence behind her. Turning, she saw her daughter Annie flitting nervously in the doorway. The girl's emerald eyes darted around the room, avoiding contact with her mothers. Carol put down her knife and wiped her hands on her apron.
"Annie? What's the matter, honey?" she asked, her voice gentle and filled with concern.
Annie remained silent, biting her lower lip. Carol knew her daughter too well not to see when something was troubling her. She patiently waited for Annie to speak, not wanting to push her.
After a few moments of awkward silence, Annie faltered and turned to face her mother. Her cheeks were slightly flushed, and her hands trembled.
"I... I have some questions," she began, her voice barely above a whisper.
Carol's heart skipped a beat. She had a feeling she knew what this was about.
"Sure, sweetheart. What is it?" she prompted, her voice calm and encouraged.
Annie hesitated once more before finally letting out a deep sigh and confessing what was weighing heavily on her mind.
"Ok, so... Mum, there's something I want to ask you about sex." The words spilled from her lips hesitantly as she averted her gaze, clearly embarrassed by the admission. Carol raised an eyebrow in surprise but remained calm and composed, assuring Annie that it was alright to discuss such matters with her mother.
"What exactly would you like to know?" She asked gently, trying not to jump to conclusions or make assumptions about what might be troubling her daughter.
Annie took a deep breath before plunging ahead with her question.
"I... I want to know how to give a blowjob."
Carol blinked, taken aback by her daughter's suddenness. She quickly recovered, however, and gave Annie a knowing smile.
"Ah, I see. Well, I'm glad you came to me with this. I'm always happy to talk about anything with you."
She pulled out a chair at the kitchen table and gestured for Annie to sit down. The girl complied, her eyes still downcast. Carol took a seat opposite her daughter and reached out to take her hand.
She knew her daughter was sexually active and had been for a few months now. They never really talked about it, but Carol knew. She also had heard them make love more than once through the thin walls of their apartment. It really was alright, as her boyfriend was a sweet guy who was treating her well.
"Does John... does he go down on you?" Carol asked, her voice barely a whisper.
Annie's face turned a deep shade of crimson, and she looked down at her hands, twisting them nervously in her lap. Carol's heart sank. The answer was evident even before Annie spoke.
"Yes," Annie mumbled, her voice barely audible.
Carol felt a lump forming in her throat. She wanted to cry, to scream, to do something to release the torrent of emotions that were threatening to overwhelm her. But she could not. She had to stay strong for Annie.
"I see," Carol said, her voice strained. She took a deep breath, trying to compose herself. "And... do you like it?"
Annie hesitated for a moment before nodding slowly.
"Yes," she whispered again.
Annie seemed to reset herself before speaking up again.
"I mean... it sounds and looks so complicated and messy and... I don't know where to start." She steered back to her initial question.
"It seems you have quite an interest and some knowledge already," she remarked dryly, attempting to lighten the mood with a touch of humor. Annie blushed even more deeply at Carol's commentary and nodded sheepishly in agreement.
Carol pursed her lips thoughtfully for a moment before responding.
"Well then," Carol considered the situation carefully before making up her mind. She decided that rather than simply dismissing or discouraging her daughter's curiosity, it would be more beneficial to educate and guide her through the process instead. After all, Annie was a woman now, and these were things she needed to know.
With this decision in mind, Carol stood up from the chair and walked over to the counter where she had left her knife lying earlier. She picked it back up and turned towards her daughter once more, a mischievous glint in her eye as she spoke.
"Alright then," she said with feigned nonchalance, "Since you're so interested in learning about this particular aspect of sex... I guess I can help you out." Annie's eyes widened in surprise and excitement at the prospect of receiving hands-on instruction from her mother but also felt a tinge of apprehension.
Carol placed the knife back down on the countertop and faced Annie fully, setting a comforting hand gently on her shoulder as she spoke.
"Just remember that it's important to be comfortable with whatever you choose to do and always communicate with your partner about their desires and boundaries." She offered words of wisdom before turning her attention towards the items on the kitchen counter, until two small carrots lay there, waiting to be used for demonstration purposes.
Annie's face was showing a wave of embarrassment and excitement as she realized what was about to happen next.
"Uh... Those won't really work," she stammered nervously, glancing down at the vegetables with disdain before looking back up at Carol expectantly. With a playful smile tugging at the corners of her lips, Carol raised an eyebrow and replied in mock surprise,
"Oh, ok! You lucky girl!" Making them both laugh.
She picked up a rather large cucumber from the counter instead, cut it in half, and held one half out toward Annie with a smirk. The situation was undeniably awkward but also strangely intimate as mother and daughter embarked on this unconventional lesson together.
Carol watched her daughter squirm uncomfortably in her seat as she held out the cucumber for Annie to take. She could see the mix of embarrassment and curiosity dancing in her eyes, but she knew that this was something important for her daughter to learn about. With a soft smile, Carol reached over and placed a comforting hand on top of hers before speaking gently,
"Don't worry, sweetheart. I'll guide you through this."
Annie took a deep breath and slowly took the cucumber from her mother's grasp. It looked strange in her hands, with its new purpose in mind. Carol could see the apprehension etched onto her daughter's face as she looked at it, unsure of where to begin.
"Alright," Carol started, "First thing you want to do is lick it gently from top to bottom." She demonstrated on the cucumber herself, tracing her tongue over its length in a slow, teasing motion that made Annie blush even more deeply.
After watching her mother's demonstration, Annie tentatively leaned forward and ran the tip of her tongue along the length of the cucumber, just as Carol had shown her. She hesitated for a moment before taking it into her mouth fully, feeling its coolness against her lips. As she sucked on it gently, Carol could see a flush creeping up from Annie's chest to her face - an unmistakable sign that this was all very new and exciting for her daughter.
"Now," Carol continued as she watched Annie struggle with the cucumber in her mouth,
"You can use your hands to stroke it while you're sucking." She demonstrated once more, stroking the length of the vegetable with one hand while maintaining gentle suction with her lips. Annie followed suit, lingering her hand up and down the cucumber as she continued to suck on it.
Carol watched in awe as her daughter quickly picked up on the techniques she just demonstrated with the cucumber, realizing that this newfound knowledge would undoubtedly give Annie an edge in exploring her own sexuality. She continued to guide her daughter through each step of the process, offering tips about eye contact.