Moms Oral Workshop

The kitchen hummed with soft, rhythmic sounds as Carol meticulously chopped vegetables for dinner. Her knife moved swiftly and precisely, dividing carrots, celery, and bell peppers into uniform pieces. The setting sun casts a warm glow through the window, painting the kitchen walls with golden hues.

As she worked, Carol sensed a presence behind her. Turning, she saw her daughter Annie flitting nervously in the doorway. The girl's emerald eyes darted around the room, avoiding contact with her mothers. Carol put down her knife and wiped her hands on her apron.

"Annie? What's the matter, honey?" she asked, her voice gentle and filled with concern.

Annie remained silent, biting her lower lip. Carol knew her daughter too well not to see when something was troubling her. She patiently waited for Annie to speak, not wanting to push her.

After a few moments of awkward silence, Annie faltered and turned to face her mother. Her cheeks were slightly flushed, and her hands trembled.

 "I... I have some questions," she began, her voice barely above a whisper.

Carol's heart skipped a beat. She had a feeling she knew what this was about.

 "Sure, sweetheart. What is it?" she prompted, her voice calm and encouraged.

Annie hesitated once more before finally letting out a deep sigh and confessing what was weighing heavily on her mind.

 "Ok, so... Mum, there's something I want to ask you about sex." The words spilled from her lips hesitantly as she averted her gaze, clearly embarrassed by the admission. Carol raised an eyebrow in surprise but remained calm and composed, assuring Annie that it was alright to discuss such matters with her mother.

 "What exactly would you like to know?" She asked gently, trying not to jump to conclusions or make assumptions about what might be troubling her daughter.

Annie took a deep breath before plunging ahead with her question.

"I... I want to know how to give a blowjob."

Carol blinked, taken aback by her daughter's suddenness. She quickly recovered, however, and gave Annie a knowing smile.

"Ah, I see. Well, I'm glad you came to me with this. I'm always happy to talk about anything with you."

She pulled out a chair at the kitchen table and gestured for Annie to sit down. The girl complied, her eyes still downcast. Carol took a seat opposite her daughter and reached out to take her hand.

She knew her daughter was sexually active and had been for a few months now. They never really talked about it, but Carol knew. She also had heard them make love more than once through the thin walls of their apartment. It really was alright, as her boyfriend was a sweet guy who was treating her well.

 "Does John... does he go down on you?" Carol asked, her voice barely a whisper.

Annie's face turned a deep shade of crimson, and she looked down at her hands, twisting them nervously in her lap. Carol's heart sank. The answer was evident even before Annie spoke.

"Yes," Annie mumbled, her voice barely audible.

Carol felt a lump forming in her throat. She wanted to cry, to scream, to do something to release the torrent of emotions that were threatening to overwhelm her. But she could not. She had to stay strong for Annie.

"I see," Carol said, her voice strained. She took a deep breath, trying to compose herself. "And... do you like it?"

Annie hesitated for a moment before nodding slowly.

"Yes," she whispered again.

Annie seemed to reset herself before speaking up again.

"I mean... it sounds and looks so complicated and messy and... I don't know where to start." She steered back to her initial question.

 "It seems you have quite an interest and some knowledge already," she remarked dryly, attempting to lighten the mood with a touch of humor. Annie blushed even more deeply at Carol's commentary and nodded sheepishly in agreement.

Carol pursed her lips thoughtfully for a moment before responding.

 "Well then," Carol considered the situation carefully before making up her mind. She decided that rather than simply dismissing or discouraging her daughter's curiosity, it would be more beneficial to educate and guide her through the process instead. After all, Annie was a woman now, and these were things she needed to know.

 With this decision in mind, Carol stood up from the chair and walked over to the counter where she had left her knife lying earlier. She picked it back up and turned towards her daughter once more, a mischievous glint in her eye as she spoke.

 "Alright then," she said with feigned nonchalance, "Since you're so interested in learning about this particular aspect of sex... I guess I can help you out." Annie's eyes widened in surprise and excitement at the prospect of receiving hands-on instruction from her mother but also felt a tinge of apprehension.

Carol placed the knife back down on the countertop and faced Annie fully, setting a comforting hand gently on her shoulder as she spoke.

 "Just remember that it's important to be comfortable with whatever you choose to do and always communicate with your partner about their desires and boundaries." She offered words of wisdom before turning her attention towards the items on the kitchen counter, until two small carrots lay there, waiting to be used for demonstration purposes.

Annie's face was showing a wave of embarrassment and excitement as she realized what was about to happen next.

 "Uh... Those won't really work," she stammered nervously, glancing down at the vegetables with disdain before looking back up at Carol expectantly. With a playful smile tugging at the corners of her lips, Carol raised an eyebrow and replied in mock surprise,

"Oh, ok! You lucky girl!" Making them both laugh.

She picked up a rather large cucumber from the counter instead, cut it in half, and held one half out toward Annie with a smirk. The situation was undeniably awkward but also strangely intimate as mother and daughter embarked on this unconventional lesson together.

Carol watched her daughter squirm uncomfortably in her seat as she held out the cucumber for Annie to take. She could see the mix of embarrassment and curiosity dancing in her eyes, but she knew that this was something important for her daughter to learn about. With a soft smile, Carol reached over and placed a comforting hand on top of hers before speaking gently,

 "Don't worry, sweetheart. I'll guide you through this."

Annie took a deep breath and slowly took the cucumber from her mother's grasp. It looked strange in her hands, with its new purpose in mind. Carol could see the apprehension etched onto her daughter's face as she looked at it, unsure of where to begin.

 "Alright," Carol started, "First thing you want to do is lick it gently from top to bottom." She demonstrated on the cucumber herself, tracing her tongue over its length in a slow, teasing motion that made Annie blush even more deeply.

After watching her mother's demonstration, Annie tentatively leaned forward and ran the tip of her tongue along the length of the cucumber, just as Carol had shown her. She hesitated for a moment before taking it into her mouth fully, feeling its coolness against her lips. As she sucked on it gently, Carol could see a flush creeping up from Annie's chest to her face - an unmistakable sign that this was all very new and exciting for her daughter.

 "Now," Carol continued as she watched Annie struggle with the cucumber in her mouth,

"You can use your hands to stroke it while you're sucking." She demonstrated once more, stroking the length of the vegetable with one hand while maintaining gentle suction with her lips. Annie followed suit, lingering her hand up and down the cucumber as she continued to suck on it.

Carol watched in awe as her daughter quickly picked up on the techniques she just demonstrated with the cucumber, realizing that this newfound knowledge would undoubtedly give Annie an edge in exploring her own sexuality. She continued to guide her daughter through each step of the process, offering tips about eye contact.

 "If you look him in the eye," she instructed softly, "you move down to his balls."

Carol watched with growing arousal as Annie's small hand caressed the cucumber, her tongue swirling around it in a practiced motion. She couldn't help but feel a pang of envy as she observed her daughter's natural talent. Annie seemed to possess an innate understanding of how to please a man orally, something Carol had struggled with in her own youth.

 "Good," Carol murmured approvingly, her voice husky with desire. "Now, remember what I told you about eye contact?"

Annie looked up at her, her eyes wide and innocent, yet filled with a newfound confidence.

 "Yes, Mom," she replied, her voice barely a whisper.

"When you're giving a blowjob," Carol continued, her words tinged with a hint of excitement, "it's important to maintain eye contact with your partner. It shows that you're confident and that you're enjoying yourself."

Annie nodded eagerly, her eyes sparkling with eagerness. "I understand," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Good," Carol replied, her own desire growing stronger with each passing moment. "Now, I want you to play with those." Putting a pair of kiwis on the table.

 Annie's cheeks flushed in a deep shade of crimson. "What?" she stammered, her voice barely audible.

Carol watched as her daughter's eyes widened in surprise at the sight of the kiwis before her. She knew that this moment was crucial; it would either make or break the connection between them. With a deep breath, she took a step closer to Annie and placed a gentle hand on her shoulder, offering words of encouragement.

 "Those are his balls, sweetheart," she whispered, her voice filled with empathy and understanding. Her daughter's eyes met hers for a brief moment before returning to the small fruit in front of them.

Annie hesitated for a moment, her hand still wrapped around the cucumber as she weighed the implications of what her mother was asking her to do. Carol could see the internal struggle play out on her daughter's face - the desire to learn and explore mixed with fear and uncertainty. She knew that this was an important lesson not just for Annie, but for their relationship as well.

 With a deep breath, Annie slowly reached out and took one kiwi in her hand, running her fingers gently over its hairy but soft surface.

 "Okay," she whispered hesitantly, her voice barely audible above the sound of her own heartbeat. Carol felt a swell of pride and affection for her daughter as she watched her take this bold step toward understanding her own sexuality.

As Annie continued to explore the kiwi with tentative touches, Carol moved closer still, her body brushing against her daughters in a subtle display of support.

 "Remember," she hissed, her voice low and soothing, "it's important to be gentle and attentive. Pay attention to his reactions."

Annie nodded, her eyes locked on the kiwi before her as if it held all the secrets of the universe. With a deep breath, she leaned forward and pressed her lips against the fruit, feeling its coolness against her skin as she began to mimic the motions she had learned earlier with the cucumber.

 Carol watched in awe as her daughter's confidence grew with each passing moment, her natural talent for pleasuring a man becoming more and more apparent. She couldn't help but feel a sense of pride swelling within her chest as she realized that she was helping her daughter find her own path to sexual fulfillment.

 The thought of John reacting so strongly to Annie's gaze made Carol shiver with a mix of pride and jealousy, but she pushed those feelings aside.

Next, Carol emphasized the importance of making sure her daughter was well-prepared before engaging in any intimate acts.

"Very good. Now, back to the main course, shall we?" Carol said, getting right back into it. "You need to make it real wet, all of it," she said, gesturing towards Annie's mouth as she spoke. "Your dad really loved that."

"Eww, Mom, gross!" Annie recoiled at the mention of her father but quickly recovered, nodding, and asked for clarification on how best to achieve this effect.

 "Saliva is key," Carol explained, ignoring her little slipup with a smile. She started demonstrating by running her tongue along the length of the cucumber once more before taking it fully into her mouth. She swirled it around inside, coating every inch before releasing it from between her lips and examining its glistening surface. "See how wet that is?" she asked Annie, who nodded eagerly in response.

 Encouraged by her daughter's progress so far, Carol decided to move on to more advanced techniques, ones that would truly impress a partner like John. This time, she instructed her to try using her teeth, lips, and tongue in a slow, deliberate motion.

Annie hesitated for a moment before taking the cucumber between her teeth, gently nibbling on its tip while simultaneously sucking at it with practiced ease.

 The longer they talked and practiced, the lighter the atmosphere got and they joked around and laughed at each other. As they continued to work through the various stages of oral sex practice, Carol found herself growing increasingly aroused by the sight before her. She watched as Annie experimented with different rhythms and pressures, exploring what felt good both in terms of pleasure and comfort. She reminded her of herself, experimenting with her sexuality. With Annie's moans and sucking sounds in the air, Carol whispered in her ear,

"Where do you want him to come?"

Carol watched as Annie embarked, a questioning look in her eyes as she looked back at her mother. "I... I don't know," she admitted sheepishly. Carol smiled gently and leaned in closer to whisper the answer in her daughter's ear.

"Well, men always want to come inside your mouth." She paused for a moment, considering how to teach this aspect of oral sex without making it sound too crude or demeaning. "And they want you to swallow it," she added softly.

 Carol caressed Annie's hair and kept talking. "The taste is not good in any way, but not that bad either." She hesitated for a moment, weighing her next words carefully. "For the first time, I think it's best not to let him finish inside your mouth. When you feel he's about to come, or better, he tells you, let go of him and stroke him like crazy as he shoots."

 Annie's eyes widen with curiosity, her cheeks flushing a deep shade of pink.

"Ok, but not on my face?" She asked, her voice barely audible above the soft hum of their living room.

Carol chuckles softly, her lips curving into a warm smile. "Well, you could..." she trails off, sensing the hesitation in Annie's posture.

Annie shakes her head emphatically, her long blonde hair dancing around her face. "Nah, that's so messy." She said, before biting off the tip of the cucumber in front of her face.

 Carol watched as Annie leaned in, her lips brushing against her mother's cheek in a soft, affectionate kiss.

"Thank you, Mom," she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper. Carol's heart swelled with love and pride. She had never expected such an open conversation with her daughter, but she was glad they had it.

"You're welcome, sweetheart," she replied, her own voice tinged with emotion.

"Dinner in thirty minutes," she added, already turning to start preparing the meal.

As Annie disappeared down the hallway, Carol took a deep breath, savoring the moment. She had always been open with her daughter, but this was something new - something deeper. She smiled to herself, feeling a sense of accomplishment and warmth that she hadn't felt in a long time.

Gazing back at the cucumber in front of her, Carol bit her lip, thinking about how she would love to play with a real cock right now…