She lowered her lips back down to mine and I hesitantly opened my mouth to her probing tongue. Without being overly gentle, she thrust her tongue into my mouth and I started to suck on it. Despite my desire not to do this, I found it completely harmless. Maybe it was because it was mixed with her saliva, but, it wasn’t horrible or bad at all. It had an unusual tangy taste and felt a little ‘sticky’ in my mouth, but, it didn’t taste horrible and it didn’t make me gag. After a minute or so, she pulled up from the kiss and said “Baby, most men are deathly afraid to do what you just did… they think their world will end or they will turn gay, or something stupid like that if they taste their own cum. I can’t tell you how proud I am that you were open to it. Besides, think about it this way…. you put your face down in my pussy and I kissed you after that without any hesitation, right?”
“Uh, yeah… that’s right.” I answered.
“And, obviously, if I can eat your sperm it’s not harmful, right?” She asked.
“Yeah, I guess so.” I said.
“So as long as you don’t develop some kind of weird fobia about it, there’s nothing wrong with it at all. Plus, take it from me, baby….. and you’re going to find out this is true…. once you get a girlfriend or get married, that girl will really appreciate you not pulling away from her after she sucks you.”
She shifted her weight and sat up on top of me, straddling my body between her legs and settling her pussy down directly on my pancaked erection. Her eyes got big and she said “Oooh, that feels really nice!”
She started to move a little, rubbing her pussy against the length of my hard cock pinned between her pussy and my stomach. “Don’t you dare move, baby….. let me rub on you for a minute.”
She seemed to go into a trance as she moved very slowly, forcing herself down on me. Back and forth, back and forth…. she rubbed on me in a deliberate fashion. Then, reaching for my hands, she pulled them up to her breasts, saying “Play with my nipples, would you?”
At first, I held her breasts so I could look at them and then brought my thumb and first finger down to her nipples and touched them lightly. She let out a gasp and then leaned forward to a point where I could bring one breast to my mouth and suck her nipple while I used my fingers on the other one. This quickened her pace and her movements became erratic and sharp. At one point, she moved up on me so far that I knew my cock had to be right at the entrance to her pussy opening. She immediately stopped moving and looked down at me. “Don’t move,” she said, “you’re right there. One false move and you’ll be inside me.”
She pushed down on me a little and I felt a warm wetness envelope my cock. “Oh, shit!” I thought. “Did I just slip inside her?”
All of a sudden, she started to move in very short strokes and the pressure on my cock seemed to vanish. Was I inside her? I couldn’t tell, but it didn’t matter because in just another second, she tensed up and started to moan.
“Oh, Bobby… I’m gonna cum…. I’m gonna cum now…. Oh yes, oh yes….”
I was rapt with awe as she groaned and ground herself down on me. I couldn’t feel the pressure on top of my cock anymore and I was sure I was either already inside her pussy or sitting right at her pussy entrance. I reached my hands up to pinch both of her nipples and that made her moan “Oh, yes…. yes… pinch my nipples, baby… harder….. oh yeah….. that’s it…. here it comes… aaahhhhhh….”
Her head was bobbing up and down…. and she was shaking wildly, bucking on top of me and biting her lower lip until she froze for a minute and then shivered for a few seconds. After that, she settled down and carefully lowered herself down to my chest and lay there to catch her breath. As she lay on top of me, the angle of her pussy must have changed and it felt like my cock was poking into something…. maybe I was only nudged up against the entrance of her vagina, but, somehow I knew we were instantly in a dangerous and forbidden place.
I didn’t move. I didn’t dare move a muscle. After a minute, though, I couldn’t be still anymore and my cock flexed. Her eyes bolted open and she looked at me.
“Oh, gawd, baby…..” she said, “I just want to slide right down on top of you and feel you all the way inside of me.”
“It’s okay, Mom,” I said, “Go ahead. No one will know….”
“No, Baby, we can’t….” She said as she climbed off of me. “I know you want to, and I want to, but, I promised your father I wouldn’t. We have to stop.”
“Whoa, whoa, whoa!” I said. “What did you just say? You promised Dad what?”
She curled her legs up under her and sat on the bed beside me. “Look,” she said, “Don’t worry. I was going to talk to you about this later before they came home…. so you would understand.”
“Oh, fuck, Mom…. Did you talk to Dad?” I was suddenly crushed with the knowledge that she told him everything and that Dad knew about the panties and everything else. “I thought you said all this was just between us? You said it was private between you and me. What did you do?”
“Baby, I told you not to worry, and no, I didn’t say anything to him. But, I can see you’re going to have a melt down if we don’t talk this through right now.” She replied.
“Come on, settle down. You’re getting yourself all worked up for no reason at all. Let me explain and you’ll see.” She urged. By now my cock had transitioned into an unmistakable soft-on and I was imagining the worst possible situation.
She took my hand in hers and she began to explain. “Bobby, I knew we were going to have to have this conversation, and I want you to listen to what I have to say and I don’t want you to jump to any conclusions or rush to make any judgments about me, or your father or anybody else. You have to listen to what I have to say and you have to promise to be considerate of everyone’s feelings. Alright?”
“So, did you say anything to him about what we did?” I asked.
“Heavens, no, baby.” She answered. “Please, just hear me out, would you?”
“You swear to me you didn’t say one word to Dad about yesterday?” I pleaded.
“You have my word on that. Now, can you please give me a chance to explain everything?” She asked. “Bobby, I would never hurt you or go back on a promise I made. You must believe me on that. Please! Can’t you trust me for a few more minutes?”
Now, I felt bad. I could see the hurt in her eyes I caused by accusing her of breaking her promise of silence. I’m sure I gave the impression that I didn’t trust her or that she ratted me out to my Dad. I instantly felt like a complete ass. I should have given her the chance to explain instead of just assuming the worst. “I’m sorry, Mom. I was just panicking. I’ll listen, go ahead.”
She picked up my hand and held it to her lips and kissed it. “Okay,” she began, “some of this is hard to say, so I’m counting on you to hear me out — all the way. Then I’ll answer every one of your questions, so, please just let me get through this.” She said. “First of all, right up front, I’ll tell you that both your father and I had sexual relationships with family members before we got married. Neither of us was ever forced into anything, and for both of us it was something we enjoyed. For me, it was my brother…. your Uncle Mike. You probably already guessed that. For your father, it was his mother. Now, before you go getting a lot of ideas in your head, I want to explain some things.”
“Both of us, I mean your father and I,” she continued, “have always been open and honest with you and your sister about sex. A long time ago, we decided that when and if the time came, and, when and if you guys were old enough to understand, we would be up front about the human body and the things people do together… you know… sexually. We figured that if you didn’t hear or see the truth from us you might be tempted to listen to your friends or experiment on you own. Of course, with all the things you can catch these days, we didn’t want that. So we decided we wouldn’t be bashful about our bodies around the two of you and we wouldn’t avoid any discussions about sex.”
“We both knew there would come a time when one of you might catch us making love or having oral sex…. or doing something we might have to explain.” She said. “And, we knew that would bring up some emotions and questions and cause a lot of curiosity. We definitely didn’t want you guys to grow up thinking sex was dirty or bad so we had to make some decisions so you would have a healthy attitude about sex. With me so far?”
“Yes.” I said.
“I told your father all about me and your Uncle Mike before we got married. In return, your father told me all about the things he did with his mother. It turns out both of us learned a lot in those relationships. Not only about sex, but we also learned about emotions, love, respect, tenderness, privacy, caring and responsibility. So, we decided that once you guys got old enough, if you showed an interest, we would…. well… how should I put this….. we would make ourselves available to you hoping that you and your sister would benefit the same way we did.”
I’m sure she saw the look of complete lack of comprehension in my eyes. What the hell did all of that mean! Did it mean that Dad was doing my sister, Linda? Were they doing the same things we were doing?
“What does that mean, Mom, to ‘make your selves available’?”
“Bobby, we made some ground rules and agreed to follow them, no matter what. I have followed them, and as far as I know, your father has, too.” She replied. “They were simple and have worked pretty darn well so far.”
“Like what kind of ground rules are we talking about here?” I asked.
“Well, for starters, we agreed that neither one of us would be shocked with something sexual that you or your sister said or did — an example being your interest in our panties. We would be accepting of your sexual preference, and we would be open about our own sexuality if either of you ever asked. I’ve been pretty open with you, haven’t I? We acknowledged that little boys seem to develop an interest in their mommies and little girls develop an interest in their daddies. Also, we agreed that once you got to be adults, if the need was there, we would each take responsibility to be available to the two of you within certain boundaries.”