At first, Mom really seemed to enjoy what I was doing, as she remarked to me, “Wow! You really like my ‘little dick,’ don’t you? I’ve been self-conscious about it my whole life. But you really can’t blame me. Not many women out there have a ‘little dick’ for a clitoris, like I do. I was afraid that you’d find it repulsive.”
“No, ma’am. I love your ‘little dick.’ It’s really a huge turn-on for me! And I think I could keep feeling it and playing with it for hours, if you’d let me.”
“On my God! Please don’t do that. I want you to touch and feel the other parts of my pussy, okay? So this is my piss-hole,” Mom said, using her extended middle finger to point directly at it. “Do you want to watch me pee a little bit?”
“Sure, Mom. Why not? We’ve already gone this far.”
“Good. So go ahead and cup the palm of your hand, and place it under my pussy, and I’ll carefully let out a little bit of urine directly onto your hand. Okay?”
And the next thing I knew, I could feel the warm, yellowish-colored, watery liquid flowing out into the cupped palm of my hand, with some of it falling through my fingers and over the edge of my palm to splatter onto the linoleum kitchen floor below.
“Oops!” Mom said, “I guess I accidentally let out just a little more urine than I had planned on. You can chalk that one up to my old-lady bladder and piss-hole. So what are you going to do with all that piss?”
“Rub it all over your pussy?” I replied hesitantly, seeking Mom’s approval.
And Mom said, “Sounds good to me, son. Go for it!”
While Mom just kept holding her pussy pulled wide-open for me, I pressed the cupped palm of my hand up against her flattened-out pussy crack, and rubbed her still-warm urine all around on it.
“Okay, that’s good,” Mom said. “Now that I’m nice and wet, I want you to go ahead and stick your fingers up inside my vagina and feel it out. It’s that much bigger hole at the very rear of my pussy.”
“Yes, Mom. I know,” I said, not really liking my mother’s patronizing tone-of-voice, “I’m not a little kid anymore. I took Sex Ed in high school, remember?”
“Well, that’s good. But keep in mind that what I’m showing you–and what you’re going to be feeling out for yourself–isn’t just some woman’s vagina. It’s my vagina. It’s the same vagina that your father had his dick inside of thousands of times throughout the years. It’s the same vagina that your dick’s going to be up inside of tonight. And it’s the same vagina that you popped out of 35 years ago, back when you were born.”
I slid my fingertips up into the entrance of my mother’s vagina, and moved them around a little bit, feeling the uneven edges of her gaping vaginal entrance, along with the tiny skin flaps that were the left-over remnants of her broken hymen.
And then I slowly inserted my middle finger up deep into Mom’s fuck-hole. And my mother just stood there, holding her pussy wide-open for me, while she was letting me do that to her.
At first, it felt like I was in some kind of strange dream, or something. But then Mom quickly snapped me out of my temporary daze, when she said to me, “Oh, come on, son. You can do better than that. Why don’t you go ahead and put a couple of fingers together, and stick them up into my vagina at the same time. That way, you can really feel out my vaginal walls, and my urethral tube, and my cervix with your fingertips. Don’t worry. You’re not going to hurt me. I do that same type of stuff to my own vagina whenever I masturbate.”
Who was I to argue with my own mother? So I did exactly what she told me to do. I held my middle finger and my ring finger together as I inserted them both up into her vagina, and began using my fingertips to feel out the three distinct parts of her vagina that she had referred to just moments before.
I was especially intrigued by Mom’s cervix. It was surprisingly firm and almost perfectly round. And it felt similar to the way that the end of a guy’s dick-head feels–except that her cervix was doughnut-shaped, with a noticeable indentation right in the center of it, where her cervical os was. And I knew that that was the same tiny hole where Dad’s sperm had to have swam through many years ago to fertilize one of Mom’s eggs and create me.
“Okay, that’s good,” Mom said to me, “Now let me show you exactly where my G-spot is. I’ll bet they never showed you that in your high school Sex Ed class. Did they?”
“No, ma’am. You’re absolutely right about that.”
“Okay. So now take your two fingers and bend them towards you. Then feel around on my urethral tube until you find a small, very rough patch of skin, just about an inch or two inside my vaginal opening, at the very front of my vagina. Oh, yeah. You hit it. That’s my G-spot.
“Now firmly rub the tips of her fingers up and down along the lower part of my urethral tube, focusing on that small rough patch of skin. Oh God yes! Just like that. Okay, now stop!
“I want you to take your fingers out of my vagina, and go back to feeling out my outer pussy parts, because if you keep rubbing my G-spot like you were doing, you’re going to make me orgasm my ass off, right here in the kitchen. And I’d much rather prefer to do that when I’m lying down on a nice soft bed, so that I can flop around and really enjoy the strong orgasms that my G-spot is capable of producing.
“I also want you to stand up now, and face me.”
I stood up from the wooden kitchen chair, turned to face my mother, and noticed that the tip of my erect dick was just a couple inches away from the pubic area at the front of Mom’s shaved-bare lower abdomen.
As I continued to feel out Mom’s outer pussy parts, like she had told me to do, Mom removed her hands from her pussy, and let it naturally close up around my fingers.
She reached across and placed her left hand around my balls, and then wrapped her right hand around the shaft of my dick.
When she did that, I had a spontaneous orgasm and squirted my sperm all over the front of my own mother’s lower abdomen.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to do that. I guess I’m just so excited that I couldn’t help it,” I explained to Mom.
“Don’t worry about it, son. It’s pretty much what I was expecting, considering the circumstances. Now go ahead and pull your fingers away from my pussy, so that I can get cleaned up at little bit. And let’s get our clothes back on before Lacey comes home, shall we?
“And tonight, when you come to my bedroom, we’re going to get naked first and masturbate in front of each other. And that’s all we’re going to do until you cum and have your first ejaculation. That way you should be able to last much longer inside me, while we’re fucking. Is that okay with you, son?”
“Yeah, that’s fine, Mom,” I agreed.
And after Mom cleaned herself up in the bathroom, and once we were both fully clothed again, we both sat back down at the kitchen table, across from each other, and talked about other mundane things while we finished our now-luke-warm tea, acting as if we didn’t just have a sexual encounter together.
Mom suddenly jumped up out of her chair–surprising the crap out of me, and making me flinch–as she announced, “Oh shit! I need to mop the floor before Lacey gets here.”
While my mother was busy mopping up the urine and the sperm from the kitchen floor, I just sat there at the table, watching her.
And I could smell my mother’s fishy pussy odor combined with her urine all over my fingers every time that I lifted my tea cup to my mouth to take a sip. It was a poignant reminder of the taboo sex that had just taken place between us, and all the taboo sex that was going to continue to take place throughout my Christmas stay at Mom’s house.
I thought about how Mom had initially surprised me by coming onto me like that, and telling me that she wanted me to fuck her.
But looking back on it, that really didn’t surprise me that much, because Mom and I had always been very close. And she had always been a very touchy-feely kind of woman. It seemed like she was always looking for opportunities to give me a quick pat on the butt, or hug me, or kiss me, or give me back rub, or a neck massage. That’s just the way my mother had always behaved towards me.
And, if I’m honest with myself, the truth is that I had always fantasized about what it might be like to bravely step over that taboo line, and have incestuous sex with my own mother.
And now I knew that the whole experience in real life was going to be an absolute turn-on for me, just like I knew that it was going to be for Mom.
The part that surprised and confused me the most was when Mom told me that my little sister actually wanted me to fuck her, and try to get her pregnant while I was staying at Mom’s for Christmas.
And for some weird reason, I automatically found myself wondering if Lacey’s pussy would smell the same way that Mom’s did.
Within a few minutes, Lacey came bounding through the kitchen door with her friends in tow.
Lacey’s body looked nothing like Mom’s. But then she was a lot younger, and in much better physical shape. She was also much shorter than Mom, and she had very small breasts and a tight, boyish-looking ass on her.
I wondered what Lacey’s pussy looked like, and how and when she was going to approach me to ask me to have sex with her.
But for now, Lacey was just a 23-year-old married woman who was acting like a 16-year-old single girl in front of her little gaggle of girlfriends.
I found myself just waiting for all of them to leave the house, and leave Lacey alone with me in the house somewhere, now that I knew the truth about what Lacey was really up to, behind her husband’s back.
What I didn’t know yet was that Lacey, who had arrived at Mom’s house the day before I did, had spent that first night in Mom’s bed, cuddled up with Mom.
I also didn’t know that Lacey had eventually ended up sucking on those same large, saggy breasts that I had just finished sucking on in the kitchen.
And one thing had naturally led to another, and my mother and Lacey eventually had sex together for the first time ever that night, before finally falling asleep in each other’s arms.
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