My Sex Education Pt. 08 by DevlinMea

My Sex Education Pt. 08 by DevlinMea

Explore the eighth installment of "My Sex Education" adult sex story series. Dive into the intimate and educational experiences shared in this steamy narrative.<br/>

On the Tuesday after Mom’s birthday party, I was sitting in the living room scrolling through my social media and texting my girlfriend Ashley.

“Yeah, yeah… happy birthday. I get it!” my Mom said as she walked down the stairs. She didn’t sound too happy. When I looked over, she was sending a text on her phone. I guessed she was still getting texts from friends wishing her a happy birthday, but, for some reason, wasn’t enjoying hearing it.

“Hey! Happy birthday, again, Mom,” I said softly. I’d been saying it every day since Saturday, hoping she’d see it as a joyous event.

She looked up at me. “Yeah, whatever,” she said. “Look, honestly, don’t say it again. I really don’t want to think about it.”

“So… ok. What’s wrong?”

She walked into the living room and sat down on the couch beside me. “Well, it’s my birthday… my fiftieth birthday… and… I’m alone.” She was getting depressed. “I’m completely fucking alone.”

“Are you ok?” I asked, getting a little concerned.

She reached out and gently stroked my thigh. Her touch always sent bolts of pleasure straight to my cock and this time was no different. I started getting hard. “I’m sorry, I’m just kinda… upset.”

“Is it about being fifty?” I asked. “I mean, it’s just a number. You don’t look even near fifty.” She looked far younger, in fact.

“No… it’s not that,” she sighed. “Well, not completely about that. I… I was thinking about your father.”

“Yeah,” I said, understanding a little of what she was feeling. “It was sad to lose him.”

“It’s just… we weren’t really… close… in the end,” she said. “I mean, you knew that. But I still miss him being here.”

She sat there, staring down at the floor as if in deep thought.

Suddenly, she looked over at me, smiled, and tapped my leg. “What’s your girlfriend doing? What’s her name?”

“Ashley,” I said.

“Ashley… that’s right… Ashley,” she said, trying to remember the name. “What’s Ashley doing this week? Was she ok with you coming home for so long?”

“Yeah, she’s ok with it,” I said. “She’s just hanging around with her girlfriend. They’re talking about going to see a movie tonight.”

“I know I stole you from her for a while,” she said, leaning on my shoulder, and wrapping her arms around me. “But… I’m really glad that you and Hailey were home for my birthday. It really means a lot to me.”

She hugged me tight and then suddenly released me and sat up. She looked down at my crotch a moment, noticing my hardon and giggled. “Oh… um… I’m sorry.” She looked at me and I covered up my crotch with a pillow in embarrassment, blushing a little. “No, no, you don’t have anything to be embarrassed about. It’s… um… it’s perfectly natural. You are a virile young man.”

“Ugh… sorry,” I said.

“Don’t worry about it,” she said. “Did I tell you I was planning on dating?”

“Dating?” I asked. I was a little shocked.

“Yeah… I’m just not sure what to do,” she said. “It’s been so long since I dated anyone. And I’m way out of practice. Can I… can I get your opinion on something?”

“Yeah, sure,” I said. She took my hand and pulled me to have me follow her. She led me to her bedroom, turned towards me, and took both my hands.

“I’m really glad that you and Hailey are home,” she said. “I mean, I’m glad that you enjoy your new home and job… and that you’re doing well… It’s just that sometimes I wish that you were still living here.” She looked down a second. “Especially… because of our history. I just don’t enjoy living alone. It’s been so long since I…”

I nodded, understanding what she meant. When I first moved away, it was difficult for me to live alone as well. Especially after spending so much time with my Mom before… and so much time having sex.

“But… I bet the girls are going crazy for you,” she smiled up at me. “Aren’t they? I mean, both you and your Dad are really attractive. Which is partly why it’s so hard to date again. Plus… you were… talented.”

She smiled a little deviously, which made me blush again.

“I know… sorry… you don’t need to hear that,” she said. “Is it ok that I’m talking about this? I mean, I don’t really have anyone that I can discuss it with. Women… at least my friends… we don’t really talk about… sex. You know what I mean?”

“Yeah, no, I get it.”

“And I miss it,” she said, licking her lips. “You don’t understand what it’s like. You’re just starting to date and everything.”

“Well, not so much starting any more, with Ashley and all,” I said.

“I’m a little surprised you didn’t bring home your girlfriend,” Mom said.

“Well… I don’t want to push her into anything,” I said.

“So… how… how is dating going?” she asked. “Because I’ve tried it a few times and it’s… well it hasn’t really ended horribly but it hasn’t exactly ended well either. What kind of stuff do you do? What kind of stuff do the girls wear?”

“We just… you know… go out for a drink or coffee… go to dinner… go to a club… that kind of thing,” I said.

She let my hands go and walked towards her dresser. “So… I haven’t thought about this in so long… but… I still have some of the clothes I used to wear… for your father, but… Can I show it to you? Just to get your opinion, like… a guy and everything. I mean, you seem to have similar tastes as he did and that is definitely the kind of guy I want to attract.”

“Yeah… I guess that would be ok,” I said, nodding.

“I really would appreciate it,” she said. “Just a couple things. I’d be really grateful.”

“Ok, yeah.”

“Oh… um… don’t peek,” she smiled as if she almost expected me to. She opened one of the drawers in the dresser and pulled out some satiny and lacy items. Then she turned away from me and started undressing by taking off her shoes, then her dress. I had my hands over my eyes, but peeked between my fingers. All she had on underneath her dress were her black thong panties and it made my cock start to throb. I always loved watching her strip for me.

I remembered her body. I remembered touching it, feeling it against me. I felt the heat and wetness of her orgasm and all those emotions rushed back to me.

“It’s been so long since I’ve worn anything like this,” she said, picking up one of the items. “Is lingerie still a thing?” She slid the black material over her head and let it slide into place. “Are you peeking?” she asked, practically giggling, just before she turned around to face me. “Ok.”

That was my cue to take my hands away and look at her. She looked really good but it wasn’t as flattering as I’d like. It just seemed… plain.

“It’s a slip. Don’t like it?” she asked, sliding her hands over the material, cupping her breasts and squeezing them together. “It’s lacy and whatnot. It’s kind of cute, isn’t it? I mean… it’s black. That’s sexy, right?”

I nodded. “It’s ok.”

She took my hand and put it on her breast, holding it there. “Well… it’s soft. And it comes off kind of easy,” she said. I could feel her nipple harden in my hand and poke into my palm and I instinctively squeezed her breast and strummed my thumb over her nipple.

“No?” she asked.

She gently stroked the back of my hand as I continued caressing her breast. Then she saw the obvious bulge in my pants and giggled.

“It’s… uh… pretty easy to give you an erection, isn’t it?”

“Yeah… it definitely is,” I laughed, embarrassed.

“So… you do like it,” she said, smiling broadly. I made a face as if it wasn’t my favorite outfit. “Are you sure? ‘Cause it seems to me you’re… uh… enjoying it.”

“It’s ok. Just not my favorite,” I admitted.

“I have other stuff,” she said. “If you think this is too… matronly. I don’t want to look old. I want something that just says… MILF. Kids still say that, right?” She looked at me with a devious smile.

“Yeah… that’s still a thing,” I said. She was definitely a MILF to me.

“Good,” she said, smiling slyly. “I, um… I wouldn’t mind being considered a MILF. I’d be ok with that.” While I watched, she slowly pulled down her slip, letting the thin straps fall off her shoulders, exposing her bare breasts to me. I stared at them, remembering how soft they felt in my hands, how hard her nipples got in my mouth, and my mouth watered as I thought of tasting her again.

“If you want to stop, you’ll tell me, won’t you?” she asked, smiling as if knowing there was no way I was going to stop this. “Good. I’m going to show you another one, alright?”

She walked over to the dresser again. “And it’s ok to say that you like it. I mean… I can tell by your erection anyway,” she giggled. Without warning me to cover my eyes again, she pulled the slip off and faced me in her black G-string panties. Then she turned away and hooked her thumbs in her panties and bent over, sliding them down her legs.

I remembered that ass. I remembered grabbing and holding it firmly as I thrust into her. I remembered kissing and licking it, worshiping her lovely body over and over.

She grabbed some light pink material, held it up to determine which was the front, and slid it over her head. Spreading her legs almost awkwardly, she grabbed the material at the crotch and snapped it shut, then turned and faced me.

“Ok… What do you think?” she asked. There were thin straps that went over her shoulders and the front plunged down low, highlighting her ample breasts. Four, small buttons fastened down the front, down to her bellybutton. I could see her nipples poking through the thin satin.

“It’s called a teddy. Your dad really liked it,” she said. “I mean, I like it too. It’s cute. Don’t you think? I mean… it’s satin and lace.” She slid her hands over the front, squeezing her breasts and then playing with the small buttons.

“It’s kind of fun to tease with the buttons and everything,” she smiled. “I could tease you.” She unfastened the top button, showing even more breast. “Do you think that’s fun? Come on, you like it a little bit don’t you? You can tell me. I’m your mom.”

I exhaled heavily. Yeah, her teasing was getting to me. “Yeah… it’s… it’s great.”

“It’s pink… it’s all lace and satin,” she said, coming even closer to me. “Oh, you’re so shy.” She looked down and could see my throbbing bulge showing just how much I liked it. “Do you want to touch this one too? Come on.” She took my hand again and put it on her breast, letting me feel the satiny material and the softness of the hidden mound of flesh beneath. She pressed my hand into her breast, forcing my hand to squeeze it once again.