Although it certainly seemed like sex was on the menu for next Saturday night, I still wanted to figure out how to return the favor from the previous week. After watching Mom play with her vibrating "friend," it was quite evident how little I actually knew about the female anatomy.
One day during my free period at school, I did some low-key research at the school library. I found a confusing diagram of the female reproductive system and carefully studied it. As best as I could tell, she was stimulating her clitoris. I had heard of it, usually referenced as a clit, but I honestly didn’t know what it was, where it was, or what it did. To be fair, I didn’t clear up most of those things from studying the diagram, either.
I always thought that the labia was the most sensitive part of a woman’s anatomy. Those tender petals of flesh always seemed like they would be incredibly sensitive, besides they would be heavily stimulated during intercourse. They would have been the area that I would have focused my efforts on if I were eating pussy.
I recalled hearing a clip of Sam Kinison’s stand-up comedy act on a “shock jock” morning radio show. He referenced performing oral sex on his girl and utilizing an “alphabet technique” in which he wrote the letters of the alphabet with the tip of his tongue. I was confident that if I could pinpoint her clitoris and use that technique, I could get some results. All that I had to do was figure out exactly where it was.
When Saturday arrived, I felt much more relaxed than I had the previous week. The first movie was a ridiculously low-budget horror film. We took turns laughing and making fun of the bad special effects and terrible acting. Although I was still nervous about having sex for the first time, there was some relief in knowing that it was a sure thing.
Once the movie ended, I headed to my bedroom as I usually did. I reviewed the game plan in my head, determined to try my hand at oral sex right off the bat. Although I wasn’t terribly confident in my skills, I was even less confident about my ability to satisfy her through sexual intercourse.
After taking a quick shower, I tried to decide what I should wear. Since both of us were getting increasingly daring on that front, I decided to simply wear a pair of underwear. I decided on a newer pair of turquoise blue boxer briefs. They were spandex and fairly tight-fitting.
I put them on and modeled them in front of my mirror. They fit really well and made no effort to conceal what was going on inside of them. Although my cock wasn’t completely rigid, there was no doubt that it was not going to go limp anytime in the near future. I swung it around to the side so that it rested on my left hip. It looked pretty impressive, at least I thought it did.
Repeating my game plan over and over inside my head, I took a deep breath and headed back to the living room. Once again, she was already waiting for me. I froze for a moment as I saw her sitting on the couch, wearing black, lacy lingerie. She looked incredibly sexy. I thought about telling her that, but I didn’t feel comfortable saying those words to my mother.
As I stood there, I noticed that she was looking at the outline of my cock. It was completely erect at that point, and I was trembling slightly. She patted her hand on the couch cushion a couple of times, inviting me to join her.
Mom started to reach her hand toward my cock, when she stopped herself. She turned toward the coffee table, grabbed the remote, and pressed play on the movie. Then, she immediately turned toward me and leaned over. Her left hand pulled down the front of my shorts while the other directed my cock toward her mouth.
I was slightly stunned, not because of what was happening, but because of what had just finally clicked inside of my brain. Mom had set up some arbitrary system where during the second movie of the night, there were no rules. That was why she always sat and waited until the movie ended even if we weren’t paying it any attention. I knew then that I had between ninety minutes and two hours to experience whatever I wanted.
Unfortunately, my plans had already been dashed. I guess that I could have redirected the action, but her mouth already felt so good on my eager, young cock. I did, however, interrupt her briefly. After asking her to hold up for a second, I slid my shorts off and turned sideways on the couch so that I was leaning against the armrest. She went along with my suggestion and positioned herself on her hands and knees on the couch so that she was facing me.
This would probably seem like a minor change, but I wanted to be able to watch everything that she did. As soon as she got into position, she once again grabbed hold of my cock and resumed sucking it. Other than when my head rocked back in pleasure several times, my eyes never drifted from the action.
Mom was incredibly focused. I don’t think that she ever looked at me directly. She was very good at it, not that I had any real point of reference. As I steamrolled toward orgasm, I whispered, “I’m cumming.”
For the first time, her eyes were directed toward me. She seemed pleased that I was about to cum and, as I expected, it didn’t slow her down at all.
I let out a whimper as my hips rose up off of the couch. I came quietly as I watched her swallow my load. Her eyes briefly went wide as she frantically swallowed the bulk of my load. Cum started to trickle from the corners of her mouth as she struggled to keep up. She regained control of the situation as the volume of cum waned. Once I had finished, she diligently slurped up any spilled cum and sucked my cock clean.
It was then that I realized just how far I had already drifted from my plans. I was frustrated with myself, and I questioned if I was going to be able to satisfy Mom in the way that I had hoped.
We untangled ourselves and she took a seat on the couch. In reference to our last encounter, I rose to my feet and told her, “You should probably take that off, Mom.”
She stood up and slowly removed her lace teddy. It was certainly not a striptease by any means, but she did monitor my reaction as she disrobed. Once she was naked, I approached her, placed my hands on her hips, and directed her to sit down. The curious look on her face indicated that she didn’t seem to know where I was intending to go next.
All was made clear when I dropped to my knees. She smiled at me and spread her legs, inviting me to proceed. I immediately got a nervous feeling in my stomach. There were a lot of new experiences happening all at once and I started to really doubt myself.
I placed my hands on each of her thighs as I crept closer. Mother’s pussy was clean-shaven and looked tighter than I expected it to. As I nestled my head against her thigh, it seemed evident that she had shaved especially for me.
Surveying the area, I couldn’t for the life of me identify where her clit was. The thing that kept calling to me was the way that her moist pussy glistened. I leaned in a made a long slurping motion with my tongue, not stopping until I reached the top of her slit. I felt her body tense up and she let out a sigh as my tongue met her labia.