“Show me mom,” Anthony Jr. said. I smiled, and slipped my hands down off of his arm. I moved one hand down between my legs, just once. Letting my fingers and the back of my hand slip down between my lips, tickling my clit. I groaned slightly and felt a chill run down my spine. I couldn’t remember the last time I was this horny. I slipped my hand back up, and then used my middle and index finger to split my pussy lips apart. I looked down at my swollen, dripping pink skin. I moved my other hand down, dipping into my sopping went cunt, and then bringing my fingers out, wet and ready.
“We aren’t going to learn everything there is to learn today. But we are going to learn one thing and we are going to remember it forever,” I said, looking at my son in the eyes. He nodded, “A man knows where a woman’s clitoris is. And when all else fails, he goes to it.” I said. I took my wet finger and circled it slowly around my clitoris, warming it up.
“Oh shit!” I moaned, biting my lip against the pleasure. I felt waves of it growing out from between my legs. But I also felt tension and frustration too. I needed more. I reluctantly pulled my hands from between my legs and grabbed my son’s wrist. I pulled his hands towards my pussy.
“Two fingers. Gently, I am wet, but you still need to be gentle,” I said. I dropped my son’s hand, just as his finger’s grazed my wet opening. For a second, he just looked at my pussy, kept his fingers pressed gently against it, and breathed in my smell. “Just get them wet.” I said. That jolted Anthony Jr. into action. I felt his fingers press against the sensitive, pink lips of my pussy. They felt warm, firm. I groaned a little. He swirled his fingers around against he opening. I was so wet, he was soon coated in my juices. He pushed, slightly, against the opening of my pussy.
“No, not inside right no. Just my clitoris,” I said, grabbing his wrist again and lifting it up. I moved his fingers so that they were hovering, just above my clit, “You see that little pink bead right there? That is the key to pleasuring a woman. It is different on every woman. Looks a little different, reacts a little different. But mommy loves to have hers rubbed. Can you do that for me?” I asked.
“Yes, mom,” Anthony Jr. said. Oh then my mind went back for a moment. My son’s index finger had pressed, gently, against my clitoris. My knees felt weak and my nipples ached.
“Yes, use one hand to pull back the hood, and then… uh, yes… then you just circle those wet fingers around on it for a… oh fuck!” I groaned. Anthony Jr. listened to my instructions exactly. Soon, his slick, wet fingers were swirling around on the most sensitive spot on my body. His finger were swift, gentle, and firm. After a moment, his finger got slightly dry. Without being instructed, he moved his finger briefly down towards my wet opening, and then quickly brought it back up, dripping wet, to stroke my clit again.
“Fuck, you are a fucking natural,” I groaned. Anthony Jr., for a brief moment, looked up at me. Beaming. But he kept stroking me. I felt my muscles tensing and my eyes rolled back in my head. My son was… diddling me. And it felt amazing! The thought of it was almost as overpowering as the sensation. My knees went weak and I leaned forward slightly, resting my hands on Anthony Jr.’s shoulders and leaning my head against his. Anthony Jr. took my weight on his shoulders, held me up.
At the same time, my breast pressed against the side of Anthony Jr’s face. It wasn’t intentional, but I couldn’t help but lean against him. I felt my son’s head turn. And, after a moment, I felt the wet warmth of his tongue against my nipple. Felt his lips wrap around my puffy pink skin. I gasped.
“Don’t bite, just suck,” I instructed. Anthony Jr. nodded slightly. I felt the vaccuum pressure of his mouth as he sucked my nipple between his lips. I felt his tongue circling around on it, tasting me. I wrapped my arms around my son’s head, pushing his face deeper into my chest.
“That’s so good!,” I groaned, feeling my son suckle on my breast for the first time in two decades. But it was more than that. I was, in some ways, gratified because I hadn’t had to instruct Anthony Jr. He just took wanted he wanted when he saw it. Anthony Jr made a low growling sound in his throat and I felt it rocketing through my body. The whole time, he kept his fingers wet, kept them swirling and stroking my clitoris. I hadn’t been lying, Anthony Jr. was a natural. It was like… he could anticipate the places I wanted to be touched, and get there a moment before I knew I wanted it.
For a few glorious moments, I just stood there in my son’s room and and enjoyed the sensation. My knees grew weaker and weaker and I leaned harder and harder onto Anthony Jr. I felt my son’s strength as he held me up. Felt his supple, but firm fingers probing my most sensitive areas. The smell of my arousal filled the room. My thighs, of their own accord, opened and closed around my son’s hands, like I was trying to pull more pleasure from his fingers.
“Christ, you are so good at this,” I whispered, more than once, into my son’s ear.
At some point, my eyes fluttered open I found that I had turned so that my ears was on the top of my son’s head. I was looking out over his body. I was a little surprised (but I guess not too surprised), to see that my son was erect again. Anthony Jr.’s hard penis was flopped back against his stomach. Looking up at me.
“You’re hard again,” I said to Anthony Jr., he continued to suckle on my breast, “What do you want?” I asked. I felt his lips pull away from my nipple, he spoke in a muffled voice.
“To make you cum,” he said and I smiled, running my hand through his hair. He was a good boy. And a smart one.
“What do you really want,” I asked him. I felt his fingers slow on my clitoris, but not stop rubbing me. His fingers remained wet. There was a long pause.
“I want to fuck you, mom,” he said. My insides felt like jelly. I turned and kissed my son on the top of his head. Then, reluctantly, I took a half step back. I felt my son’s fingers slip from my pussy. The tension inside of me lessened. Slightly. Anthony Jr. looked up at me, I think wondering if he was in trouble for some reason. I smiled and ran my hands through his hair.