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Chapter 1

Sitting by myself in the college cafeteria, I took a sip of my apple juice. Having nothing better to do, I turned it around to read the ingredients for the hundredth time.

“Does anyone sit here?” a girl asked me.

The sweet voice startled me, and I traced my eyes up her tight jeans to her belly button and then farther up her crop top. With confidence, she tossed a lock of hair over her shoulder and placed her hand on the chair. It was Clara—the hottest girl in my class. Did she want to sit next to me? Maybe she had a question or two about some upcoming exam, or maybe she just wanted to talk with me.

“No,” I tried to say, but my voice cracked and revealed my nerves.

She raised an eyebrow. “Is somebody sitting here, or?” she tried again and raised her voice a bit louder, hinting she didn’t figure out me at all.

I cleared my throat. “No.” I wanted to say you are more than welcome to sit there, but I didn’t have the confidence to say it.

She took the chair, dragged it along to another table and settled down with the rest of her friends. They talked about the upcoming semester, cracked a joke or two and delved into gossip. I must have been a fool to think she would want to sit right next to me.

I shoveled the spoons of soup into my mouth and just wanted to leave as quickly as feasible.

On my way home, I stuffed my hands into the pockets of my hoodie. Despite it being ninety degrees outside, I all the time felt the chill. It was because I didn’t have any friends at college, although I wished I did.

My name was Alfred, and I lived with my father and my beautiful mom. My relationship with my father wasn’t the best, but he kept telling me to get good grades and enter a well-sought-out profession and you would have a life worth living. I know he was speaking from his own experiences. He was a lawyer with a fat wallet, and unlike myself, he was tall and exceptionally good-looking, blessed with a jawline, short jet-black hair and a well-built body. He lost his virginity at the age of fourteen and had flirted with my mom when she was barely legal.

My mom and I, on the other hand, were way more intimate with each other. She was more caring and preferred love over wealth. She had just turned thirty-nine and still looked as if she were in her mid-twenties. She worked part-time at a fitness center which might explain her youthful looks, but it was way more to that woman than just beauty. She had all the time been the one listening to me first and foremost, and whenever I was troubled, she was the first of them who reached out to me, and it made me love her even more.

Opening the door, I saw my father in the hall. “How’s your day been?” he asked me.

“Alright,” I mumbled and slung the backpack on the floor.

My mom placed both hands on my shoulders and pressed her full lips right on my forehead. The touch made my temperature spike. Tossing her rare, red hair over her shoulders, she eyed me with her icy blue eyes. “What do you want for dinner?” she asked and stayed so close her ample breasts, which strained against her pencil dress, almost touched me.

“A stew would be nice,” I said when she was so close to me, I completely forgot about my worries and depressive life situation. She was a bit on the shorter side, but her wide hips and voluptuous figure sure made up for it. She smiled and two dimples blossomed on both of her cheeks. Her smile was one of my only sources of comfort.

“Coming right up,” she said jokingly and swayed her hips as she disappeared into the kitchen.

With my head bent, I ascended the stairs, disappeared into my bedroom and decided to play some computer games. Online gaming took my mind off everything else and as usual, I felt better, but in reality, my life still sucked, and the lingering wondered in the back of my mind was about to give me an anxiety attack. This was what I spent most of my life doing. While most teenagers my age would be out there having fun, I sat here like a loser with the curtains drawn and played computer. It sucked, and it made me feel worthless, but it was the only pleasure in my life.

After an hour of mindlessly shooting people online, I was lured out of my bedroom when I could smell Mom’s culinary arts from the second floor. Descending the stairs, I felt a lot better as I had something to look forward to. She placed the pot on the table and removed the lid. A cloud of steam billowed out and she waved it away.

“What you got there?” my father asked and placed his hands on her wide hips.

“It’s a chuck stew with red wine, stuffed with herbs—our son’s favorite.”

“Let’s dig in then,” he said and barely paid any attention to me.

I was already seated, and Mom passed the ladle to me. “Here,” she said.

“Thanks.” I filled my bowl and then passed it to her. She just passed it to my father and waited patiently for her turn. She could be incredibly sweet sometimes, caring more about us than herself.

I got my first spoon in my mouth, and the second right after. It was incredibly creamy and tasty. Mom looked more flattered the quicker I ate. “You sure you don’t have anything interesting to tell?” Mom asked me before blowing on her hot, steaming bowl of stew.

“Not really,” I said curtly and kept eating.

When we were eating, it could be a bit awkward now and then, but we’d gotten used to it. I could tell she wanted to have a deeper conversation with me and sometimes it happened. Although recently I had dreaded it since she’d kept hinting I should see some girls. I knew she wanted the best for me, and it would probably help my situation, but I was a joke. A complete outcast with nothing interesting to tell. She was a bombshell, who attracted attention wherever she went, but at the same time she was different, more caring and loving than any other woman out there. She turned to my father. “Did it hit the spot?”

Having already spilled a few drops on the table, my father jabbed another spoon into his mouth. “This is divine.”

Mom glanced at me and lightly kicked me under the table. “You know I love your food,” I responded.

She looked me deeper into my eyes, and I fell into them, drowning in the blue color. “Do you want anything special for tomorrow?”

“Anything you make is special,” I said and hoped I didn’t sound too strange. Even when speaking with my own mom, I could still sound nervous.

“Better than what I make?” my father chimed in to help out my awkward silence.

“I’m sorry,” I said. “This is way better.”

They both chuckled, but Mom then said, “You must have a favorite though.”

“Probably pancakes.”

“You better buy some more eggs,” Mom told my father and kicked him lightly under the table.

“I sure will, so long you will leave something for me.”

“Is there another special person in your life,” she asked and placed her elbows on the table. “Who would also like to be invited for pancakes?”

Again, she was hinting at a girlfriend. She had started mentioning that a lot more recently. I was nineteen years old and not a child any longer, so I didn’t blame her. I was a freshman at school and I still hadn’t gotten anywhere close to hitting on a girl. I swallowed hard and struggled to say something. My father then helped me out and said, “It’s difficult to find the time when you are burdened with studies.”

I scratched my neck and couldn’t look her in the eyes. “I have a lot of things to do.” Which was an obvious lie, since half of my time was spent jacking off in the bedroom.

The conversation didn’t end up as awkward as I had imagined it to be. Although I could already tell Mom was disappointed. “Well … how about we find some time to go shopping?” she asked sweetly, not giving up on me. “How about a new shirt?”

I wasn’t interested at all in clothes. I would rather get my hands on a new game, but I knew she wasn’t fond of giving me video games. “I already have clothes,” I said.

“But something new wouldn’t hurt,” she said and winked.

“How about a polo shirt with some chinos?” my father suggested.

“They are uncomfortable,” I said and lowered my eyes.

My father patted my back. “Wear whatever makes you feel good.”

“Thanks,” I said and just wanted to leave and escape before it became more awkward. Escaping was the only thing I was good at after all.

Sighing deeply, I lay in my bed and stroked myself lightly. This time I wasn’t watching porn, but dreaming of Mom’s forbidden body. This was a twisted secret of mine, but she was incredibly sexy and caring. I just couldn’t stop fantasizing about her. It felt thrilling but at the same time shameful. I wasn’t sure if I should be doing this, and it had happened more and more throughout the years as she started getting more concerned over my wellbeing. Milf was by far my favorite porn category. It turned me on to be taken care of by an experienced woman. And their bodies … They looked like voluptuous goddesses, and my mom was no exception. But it wasn’t just that but also the taboo thrill of doing something I shouldn’t be doing. I mean, we were related by blood and she gave birth to me, but yet, I wanted her. I craved her. I wanted her to love me, and I wanted to love her.

The walls started to tremble. My parent’s bedroom was right upstairs in the attic, and I didn’t know if they knew that this house wasn’t properly soundproof. Now, however, I listened intently to Mom’s powerful moans. Every time I heard the sound of her voice, more blood got pumped into my cock. It stiffened in my grip, so hard that a pearl of precum oozed from the slit and dribbled down the vein. I stroked myself harder and quicker. I shouldn’t be masturbating to my own mom, but it was so thrilling and she was so beautiful. Sweat dribbled down the side of my head, as I heard her thighs being slapped and her ass being spanked. It wasn’t too late to abort, but my fantasies conquered any remaining doubt—It was me who was fucking her. I squeezed her ass and rammed my cock in and out of her pink pussy. Groaning, I fired my cum right onto my bed sheet, making it splash and spill all over myself and my fingers. Drawing in a deep breath, I realized again I had masturbated to my own mom. It wasn’t the first time, but it felt so good yet humiliating at the same time. And I all the time told myself to never do so again, but I had lost count of how many times I’d repeated that.

Chapter 2

Swinging my legs off the bedside, I tried to think if I had anything to look forward to. I had a day off, so I could study in my room which was somewhat nice, but at the same time, I felt so lonely. I was about to delve deeper into my dark thoughts, but I heard something scramble downstairs. I listened intently and I recognized my mom’s gorgeous whistling. She worked part-time at a fitness center, and I wasn’t sure about her schedule. I must have gotten lucky to have her here now that I was also free.

Putting on my clothes, I opened my bedroom door and descended the stairs. Mom stood in the kitchen and brewed some tea. She wore her pink knee-length robe, flashing her legs and also the valley between her ample breasts. I also caught a sweet musky scent that I could only guess came from the forbidden fruit between her legs.

“Shouldn’t you be in class?” she asked, sounding worried in case I’d ditched college.

“We have a day off,” I said and tried my hardest not to gawk at her. “They’re doing some maintenance work.”

“I see,” she said and winked. “I got worried there for a sec.”

“I understand,” I said.

“Sorry for wearing these inappropriate clothes,” she excused herself and poured the steaming tea into a cup and then took a sip.

“I don’t mind,” I answered. I went to the fridge and opened it. I needed something else on my mind before my boner would be too obvious. It didn’t either help that I’d masturbated to her last night.

She then gently closed the fridge and looked me in the eyes. “Why don’t you let me make you something,” she offered with her sweet voice. “You have a day off after all.”

“What about you, don’t you also have a day off?”

“Yeah … but you’re my son, and besides, I had a day off yesterday too, so I owe you one.”

I glanced at her and she looked as confident and caring as all the time. Of course, she knew I loved her food, and I knew she loved seeing me smile. But I was unsure whether she knew it was more about her that I loved than her culinary arts. “I yield,” I said.

“Relax on the couch,” she said eagerly. “I’ll be quick.”

I sat down to watch some tv. I heard her breaking eggs, the sound of sizzling butter and flour being poured into a bowl, and shortly after came the heavenly scent of pancakes, which made me rise from the couch and walk with my eyes closed to the kitchen. I opened up my eyes, and she stacked pancakes on a plate. She opened a bottle of honey and poured so much that it trickled down from the sides. She spilled it on her finger and sucked it the very next second and seeing those full and plump lips made me think of having them wrapped around my manhood instead.

“Mom … I don’t eat that much.”

She giggled. “I prepared for both of us. Besides, you are growing. You should be eating.”

We hadn’t eaten without dad in a while, and I hoped she wouldn’t bring up any awkward questions. She’d started doing that more and more, and I understood she wanted the best for me, to be more outgoing and such, but I wasn’t comfortable talking about sex and girls. I just dreamed about them.

She set the table and motioned for me to have a seat. “I’m glad we can have this private moment together,” she said and took a bite of the pancake. “You have grown so quickly. It felt like yesterday when you were a babe in my arms.”

“I’m not the most social person,” I reminded her, lowering my gaze and starting to eat as well. “And you know that.”

She gave me that look whenever she felt bad for me. “But Alfred, it’s something you can work on.”

“Easier said than done,” I said and swallowed a mouthful and wiped my lips. Despite the touchy subject, these pancakes were delicious. “I don’t have a lot in common with many of the guys out there.”

She looked at me long and hard. “And what about girls?”

“I don’t know if there are any girls out there for me.” I’d been shunned by them since the day I could remember, and my confidence had taken a hit because of it.

She touched my hand, still a bit wet from when she’d licked her finger. “What are you talking about? There are plenty of girls out there.”

It took some time for me to answer her. “I don’t have the confidence,” I admitted with my eyes on the floor. “And I don’t think anyone finds me attractive either.”

She took my hand, interlacing her warm fingers in mine. “I find you attractive.”

I looked into her warm, blue eyes and she wasn’t lying. “Thank you,” I said but then rolled my eyes. “But you’re my mom.”

“So?” she said and ate a bit slower than usual. “Am I not allowed to consider you attractive because of that?”

“Isn’t it weird?” I questioned and wasn’t sure where this conversation was going.

“Only if you think so,” she said, still holding onto my hand and rubbing her thumb along the surface of it. “But I want to go back to you, and I’ve tried talking with you about this before.”

I sighed and knew already where this was going, and the blush steadily crept up on my cheeks. “Yes.”

“You’re my son, and I love you. I just want to let you know that I’ll never give up on you, and I’m willing to do whatever it takes to see you smile.”

“Why isn’t my father as dedicated as you?” I questioned, which was a question that had bothered me before.

“Because he’s a workaholic, and I’m sorry about that. I’ve tried talking with him about this before. But I am here for you, and I always will be.”

“I know,” I said and looked into her blue eyes again, making me smile.

“The last few weeks, I’ve been thinking about something,” she said and drew in a deep breath. “I’m not so sure how you will react to this but can you promise to leave any cultural norms aside for a moment and remain open-minded?”

I stiffened since she’d never said anything like that earlier. “Uhm … what do you have in mind?”

She leaned over the table, making her cleavage deepen. “Please answer me first. Keep in mind, I have no intention to make you embarrassed, awkward, sad or uncomfortable. I want the best for you.”

“I will remain open-minded,” I said and braced for impact.

“Why are you intimidated by girls?” she asked caringly while still holding my hand.

“Because I don’t have any experience.”

“How about if I’ll give you a helping hand.”

My heart skipped a beat. “What … do you mean exactly?”

“I’ll let you know a little secret about women. We know when a guy is looking at us and we know when a guy finds us attractive.”

My face flushed. “You are attractive, but I don’t find you attractive like that.”

She gave me that type of look when a mother knew her son was lying. “You promised to remain open-minded. Leave cultural norms aside, remember?”

This started feeling so surreal. I’d never imagined her to speak with me like this, even if our discussions had been more and more intimate during the recent years. “What do you mean by giving me a helping hand?”

“I can teach you to be intimate with a woman. We can start with a kiss and then go from there.”

I looked at her sweet, plump lips, and I’d dreamed of tasting them for a long time. But I tried not to get too excited, maybe she meant bringing a friend over or something else. “Okay.”

“I’m not making you uncomfortable?”

I shook my head. “I guess we could try.”

A smile flashed across her face. “I’m proud of you, and I’ll be doing this for you, remember that.”

“When do we start?”

“As you know, I’ll be seeing my brother today.”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t really know.”

“Your father didn’t tell you?” I shook my head, and she looked a bit disappointed as if it bothered her. I’d never seen her like that before. “I guess he’s been busy the past few weeks. But I’ll be away for the weekend.”

I sighed as I’d gotten excited for a second, but she quickly was onto my skin again. “A week passes quickly,” she reminded me. “And remember, when I’m back, we’ll leave the cultural norms aside, okay?”

“Okay,” I answered.

Chapter 3

I was waiting impatiently for Mom to return. She’d gone the day before yesterday, but I missed her touch more than anything. I was still shocked and puzzled by her proposal. She’d already revealed she would help me to kiss someone, but then she’d also mentioned being intimate with a woman. The way she’d said to leave cultural norms apart made me question if she had anything more in store for me. Either way, I’d spent most of my day masturbating while fantasizing about her.

Today though, I’d caught something disturbing. My bathroom needed to be furnished, so my father allowed me to use his. When I was about to wipe my nose and throw the paper in the garbage can, I spotted a condom, tied up and filled with semen. I raised an eyebrow since it definitely looked fresh. I didn’t think anything more of this, and I didn’t want to jump to any conclusions. Only if it were true, I felt bad for Mom. That sweet woman deserved better. Especially after a twenty-year-long relationship.

The following morning she returned, and my dad had to leave early in the morning. It was the perfect timing as it was a holiday for me.

I eagerly swung my feet off the side of the bed and put on my clothes as quickly as feasible. I descended the stairs, and Mom was already there in the kitchen, wearing the same revealing robe and cooking breakfast for us. She beamed upon seeing me again, opened her arms and pulled me in a hug. I melted in her embrace, inhaling her rosy, feminine scent. She threw her red hair over her shoulders, which had just covered her round breasts. “Sleep well?” she asked.

“Better than usual.”

“Why’s that?”

“I’ve been missing you,” I said and also looked forward to spending time with her.

“I’ve been missing you too … I was afraid you might find it a bit awkward at first.”

“Kind of, but I’ll give it a shot.”

“Let’s eat first and then we can go through a couple of things … our first lesson.”

We settled down and enjoyed the pancakes. “So how’s your weekend been?” she asked.

Well, it hadn’t been any different than any other except that I was looking forward to this day. “Better than usual,” I admitted.

“That’s good to hear,” she said and looked pleased to see me a bit happier than usual. “What made this week better than usual?”

“Well, I had something to look forward to.”

“Oh,” she chuckled. “That’s something positive, and I have also been looking forward to this. A new chapter in our lives, which I hope will make our relationship more open.”

After I stuffed myself with her delicious pancakes, a grin played on her face. “So …” she said and swallowed the last bit of her pancake and honey. She leaned forward with her elbows on the table, squeezing her breasts together. “What do you want to try out first?”

“Uhm … I don’t know.” My heart raced as it was so much I wanted from that woman.

“Have you ever kissed a girl before?” she asked and searched my face for answers.

“I never have.” I blushed beet red, and the words weighed me down.

She was quickly there for me and took my hand. “It’s okay. It’s nothing unusual for your age, but some time has to be the first. And I’m here to help you, just what we talked about earlier.”

And her words lifted the weight off my shoulders again. “Let’s go to the couch,” she said. I followed her there, and we sat down next to each other, hip to hip, but I couldn’t stop looking at her lips. They were still golden from the honey and naturally smooth and full. I had no idea what to expect, and I tried not to get too excited, but I was on the point of popping wood and not being able to hide the growing bulge. “So, I will teach you how to kiss,” she said.

I looked at her, still a bit uncertain whether she would distribute her delicious lips with me. “How?”

“What do you mean how?” she asked and looked at me funny. “You don’t learn to play an instrument by listening to music. You neither learn to play football by watching the television.”

I had watched some tutorials on YouTube before on how to kiss. They placed the thumb and index finger together, forming them into lips. I had practiced on my hand before, all the time leaving me unsatisfied and humiliated. “With my hand?” I suddenly questioned.

“No,” she said and smiled even sweeter. “With real lips … We will kiss,” she revealed again. “Leave cultural norms aside, remember?”

Now it finally dawned on me what she meant from the begin. My heart was about to jump out of my chest. I became a bit nervous, but her hand was quickly on my thigh, stroking me and trying to soothe my jittery nerves. “I’m a bit nervous.”

“It’s okay. We’ll take one step at a time.”

“But … why suddenly now?” I asked. I’d been lusting after her for so long, and it felt too good to be true that she suddenly wanted to help me out.

“Because you’re my son, and I love you. I can’t stand by and watch while depression slowly eats you and your ambitions. And I know I proposed this a bit abruptly, but I’ve been thinking about this for a long time, and if it will help, then why not?”

“Are you sure of this … I mean you are my mom after all.” Truth be told, I wanted her badly, but I still tried to fight it as if it were wrong for some reason.

“It will be a bit taboo at first,” she giggled. “But I’m sure at the end of the day, it will be the best for you.”

“Okay,” I said and breathed deeply to calm myself, remembering to leave cultural norms apart.

“The first thing I’ll teach you,” she said and her tongue slid out of her mouth and licked her lips, “is that no one likes dry lips.”

I just stared as she made her lips look even more attractive. She then looked at me and drummed her finger on my thigh. “Did I forget something?” I asked.

She leaned closer and closed her eyes. She stuck her tongue out and swiped it across my lips. She leaned back and her spit dribbled down from my bottom lip. “Yes, but I don’t mind licking your lips.”

I then quickly swiped my tongue across my lips, not to make them wetter but to taste her forbidden flavors. It then dawned on me what she meant by no one likes dry lips. “I’m sorry,” I said. “You were distracting me.”

“How?” she asked and a smile played on her face.

“Well, you are attractive.”

“It’s okay,” she said and looked flattered by the compliment. “But try to concentrate … Okay, are you ready?”

I just nodded. She leaned in closer and brushed her lips onto mine. It was just a light touch like a feather, but it was enough to knock me over. I had my eyes half-closed, and for some reason, I didn’t want to open them. She placed her hand on my shoulder. “We will kiss, not only I.”

My eyes popped open. “Did I do anything wrong?”

“No,” she said with a caring smile, “you didn’t do anything at all.”

“I’m sorry,” I said and started feeling a bit worthless like I usually did.

She quickly lifted my chin with both her soft fingers, “You didn’t learn to walk the first time you tried, did you? I remember you stumbling on your feet as if it were yesterday. We all need to fall before succeeding. You will learn this like any other man out there.”

She made me a bit more confident when calling me a man. “It’s just a bit embarrassing that I don’t know how to kiss someone,” I told her.

She leaned closer and traced her finger across my chest. “It’s alright, you’ll learn.”

“So, what should I do?” I asked, more motivated to master the kiss.

“For just a light kiss, you just brush your lips against mine and pout a little. Let’s try again,” she said and swiped her delicious tongue across her lips again.

I did the same and made sure not to freeze this time. Our lips touched briefly and I pouted them as she’d taught me. Again, it was light as a feather but the warm sensation swept over me. My first kiss. I leaned back and basked in the wonderful feeling. “How was that?” she asked, biting her bottom lip.

“It felt good,” I admitted.

“Yes, we all love kisses … but we all love deeper kisses more.”

I was already overwhelmed by that dim touch. When she said deeper, sweat trickled down my armpits. “Do you mean with tongue?” I asked carefully.

“We’ll get there,” she said, “but first we need to hold our lips a bit longer, locking them together and sucking on them.”

Suck on them made my cock throb against my pants, and I’d already accepted the fact I couldn’t hide my erection during a moment like this. I studied her mesmerizing lips again, and they were smooth with not a single crack or bump, and red without any traces of lipstick.

“Are you ready?” she asked and brought my attention back to her. I pressed my thumb and index finger together, forming them into lips as I’d practiced before. She laid both of her hands on mine and lowered my fake lips. “No. You don’t learn to play an instrument by listening to music, and you don’t learn to play sports by watching television. You need the real thing.”

“Sorry,” I apologized and scratched my neck. “I’m just a bit nervous.”

“It’s okay, we got time,” she said and caressed my shoulder. “We can kiss lightly a couple of times before diving deeper.”

Her speech was so erotic and tempting that I got pulled right into her warmth against my own will. I was about to lick my lips, but she shook her head. “It’s not needed, look.” She leaned forward and tilted her head to the side. She got her lips on mine and sucked them till they were as wet as her mouth. I froze for a minute but then realized her delicious lips were right on mine, served right in front of my nose and all mine to enjoy. I tasted them and she tasted me back. She then cupped my neck and pulled me closer, gently pressing our lips together. Her lips were the sweetest things I’d ever tasted.

We naturally paused and then parted our lips, but she bit her bottom lip. “That was really good,” she said and licked her lips.

I felt a bit taller than usual. “I’m glad.”

“What did you do differently?” she asked but as if she knew it beforehand.

“I … wanted to taste you.”

“Well, yes, but it was something else,” she said. “You took the initiative—girls love that.”

“It was easier than I expected.”

She flung some of her hair over her shoulder, making her round boobs a bit more visible. “I told you from the start you had it in you.”

I looked at her demurely, but my eyes strayed to her tongue that looked like a sweet candy stick just resting in her mouth. It was the final task for this lesson and a challenge I was ready to accept. “How do I get inside your mouth?” I asked.

“When we suck on each other’s lips, you gently snake it inside of my mouth. We first touch each other’s tongues, getting to know each other. Then we swirl them together, deepening our kiss till we are in the depths of each other’s mouths.”

Her speech turned me on and my erection got so obvious I couldn’t hide my blush. I tucked it into my waistband in front of her, but she laid her hand on mine. “It’s completely normal to have erections … Especially at your age.”

“I’m sorry … I just …” My voice trailed off and I didn’t know what to say.

“When we are done for today, I’ll leave you alone for a bit,” she said and smirked.

She was such a caring sweetheart. I was lost for words. “Thank you.”

“It’s alright. I masturbated a lot when I was younger.” She didn’t help my boner exactly by saying that. “I could get really loud as well.”

“Mom, you don’t have to tell me this,” I said as a blush crept up on my cheeks.

“Why?” she asked and stroked my thigh. “I plan to teach you more than just a kiss.”

“Uhm,” I said and found that hard to believe.

“Why can’t we keep an open relationship?”

“Okay,” I said. “So how … did you hide it from your parents?”

“Well, I was so loud that hiding wouldn’t be possible.” My cock throbbed against the waistband. “I have some good oral and finger skills that I plan to teach you later. I won’t continue talking about this for now since I think I’m making it very painful for you.”

I gritted my teeth and nodded.

“Do you remember what I told you about the tongue kiss?” she asked.

“We do the same as earlier, then swirl our tongues together deeper into our mouths.”

“No wonder your grades are so good,” she complimented me. “You have always been a great listener.”

“Thank you.”

She looked at my lips and was just about to dive in. “Are you ready?”

I nodded. We brushed our lips gently together and then locked them. I sucked on them first and then her tongue prodded my lips. Opening up for her, I snaked my tongue inside her mouth, and they brushed lightly at first. Our tongues then intertwined, deepening the kiss, and my temperature spiked so suddenly. We were making out, and I was inside a woman—my hot mom. I couldn’t believe it. She gently caressed my neck, and I wrapped my hands around her back. We continued to taste each other, both equally hungry. There were no restrictions or rules or cultural norms. I just let go and did what my feelings told me to do.

She eventually let go for a breath. As she moved her head away, she bit her lip even harder than earlier. “So … how was it?”

“Amazing.”

“Are you ready to kiss another girl now?” she asked.

It took some time for me to reply. I didn’t want another girl. I wanted my hot mom—the gorgeous milf in front of me.

“How will I even kiss another girl?” I asked, a bit unsure why she asked me this. “All the girls I have approached or looked at have just walked away.”

“You got it all wrong,” she said. “A girl will never come to you—It’s the man who comes for the girl. It’s never the opposite.”

I had been deceived with wishful teenage dreams for so long. I’d all the time dreamed of the girl who walked close to me, twirling her hair and enjoying speaking to me instead of looking disgusted, but it had never happened. “I see,” I slowly said as her wisdom dawned on me.

“And even that won’t be enough,” she said and was about to reveal another secret. “You need to be confident. With confidence, you can get any girl in the world.”

“Where do I find confidence?” I asked without giving my question much wondered.

She pressed her hand flat against my chest. “Right there … It comes from within.”

“I feel more confident now after you taught me to kiss,” I told her.

“I’m happy about that. It will be a new chapter in our lives,” she said and laid her hand over her chest. “But you are the one who took the initiative. So, you can’t give me all the credit for finding your confidence.”

“I’ve learned a lot from this,” I admitted. “A lot more than from school.”

“I’m glad.” She beamed and then considered her next move as her expression was riddled with excitement. Suddenly, she started unwrapping the belt around her robe. “Do you want to touch my breasts?”

My mouth slowly widened. “Uhm, yeah.”

“I have some homework for you.” She then wrapped the belt back on and closed my mouth with her finger since my jaw was about to fall to the floor. “You have to find a girl, when you have kissed her, you can then play with my breasts and then we will go over our next lesson.” She started circling her finger on her thighs, closer and closer to her pussy. “And maybe something else as well.”

NSFW: yes

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