His Mother Knew Best
(F/m, inc, teen, 1st, cons)

by Kysa Braswell
www.kysaonline.org

Brad was not too different from most 16-year old boys who spend a greatBrad was not too different from most 16-year old boys who spend a great deal of time thinking mostly about girls, their lovely bodies, and ways they might seduce them. Brad was a virgin. He went to great lengths, trying all sorts of gimmicks, in his efforts to see girls (or women) dressing or undressing. He got his best idea from a magazine. The morning of July 1st he manufactured a periscope using a two four-foot long mailing tubes spliced end to end. Utilizing two small mirrors, the scope was about 7-feet long and turned out to be perfect for its intended use. When he heard his mom's shower running he went to his window and extended the periscope so that the far end was at his mom's bedroom window. He didn't have long to wait. Helena came out of the shower nude and walked to the full length mirror to examine herself.

Immediately, Brad had a raging hardon. He, too, was naked. He began stroking his lurching nine-inch cock a he watched her. Several times he was forced to hold very still to keep from cumming. Helena came over to her bed and sat down facing him, raising first one leg and then the other to put on her panty hose. Her triangle of pubic hair jumped out like a target, and her pussylips opened like the delicate pink petals of a rose. This was too much for Brad who pumped furiously and spurted cum all over the wall.

The calendar told me it was July 5th, a few weeks before Helena's 35th birthday.

Her daughter, Dara, now 13, had flown off with her daddy to visit his parents while he took care of business there in New York. They planned to be gone at least three weeks, leaving Helena and her son, Brad, alone. As she wheeled the Chrysler out of airport parking and started the long drive home, she began thinking of last Friday night when she had unexpectedly witnessed Brad's unsuccessful attempt to seduce his latest sweetheart. She hadn't intended to sneak around and spy on them when picking up Brad after a dance. She had parked a half block away, and realizing she was early, decided to take a short walk in the cool night air. As she strolled through the peaceful night time scenery of the adjacent park, she had heard them arguing heatedly nearby.

At first she didn't recognize Brad. A young man, cock in hand, was pleading with a girl to "let him put it in." But the girl kept repeating, "No, no, no!" Then Helena recognized Amy Johnson and Brad sitting on a bench making out. In the bright moonlight she could plainly see Brad's erect penis as he repeatedly tried to fuck Amy. But Amy was having none of it. "Little prick teaser," Helena muttered to herself. Just then she heard Amy saying, "My folks are due here right now to pick me up. I've got to go." And with that she straightened her wet panties and ran back to the dance, leaving Brad unfucked and hurting.

Helena hadn't been shocked, but rather felt sorry for Brad as she watched him stroke his cock ever faster until suddenly his head wrenched up, his face twisted in a grimace, and white spurts of cum sailed out onto the grass. He milked his surging prick a time or two, and then zipped it back into his pants. Helena's face flushed in the darkness as she realized her pussy had suddenly gotten wet. She caressed her private parts for a moment, turned and hurried back to the car, and was barely seated when Brad appeared and climbed in beside her. They made small talk on the way home, but Helena could see he was in agony, probably getting hard again. He kept looking at her legs, exposed to the max because her short skirt had slid up almost to her crotch. Suddenly, she knew what she was going to do.

The next evening when Helena arrived home from the airport and was sure that the doors were locked and secure for the night, she went into the family room where her son was watching television and said, "Brad, your father and Dara will be gone for a long time, so I'm depending on you now. I'm a little lonely and would appreciate it if you would come to my room and visit with me while I get ready for bed." Brad nodded and followed her into the bedroom. Helena motioned to a chair in a corner of the room and Brad shuffled over and resignedly sat down. He figured that he was about to get another lecture on what a young man his age should be doing. No way could he concentrate on that while remembering the feel of his finger in Amy's pussy. Damn that Amy. All he could think about was pussy. His balls ached and his cock lurched in his pants.

"Brad," Helena said, "I know how hard, uh, I mean difficult it is for a boy your age to have good relationships with girls, and it's even harder for you to know anything about girls. So for the the time your father is gone I'm going talk to you about girls and women and how they think, to help you. I'm still an attractive woman, I can tell that by the way guys look at me, and I'm going to be your teacher. Since your father hasn't told you much, I should have done this long before now. I don't want you to feel the least bit rejected if a girl says no. You just stay where you are while I get ready for bed. If you have any questions at any time, just ask." She glanced at Brad to make sure he was watching.

He was.

"Sure, mom, he mumbled, "if I think of a question I'll ask." Helena's finest feature was her eyes, looking out above her delicate, nose and curvaceous body. There was a natural softness in her walk and movements. Most men - including her son - couldn't help lusting when they saw her with her fine shape and suppleness promising heavenly sexual fulfillment. She studied her lovely breasts and slim hips, seeing herself the way she knew Brad was seeing her. She was only a month away from being thirty-five, and the only lines on her face were around her eyes, so she was pleased with her appearance.

"Brad, honey," she continued, "it's perfectly natural to have thoughts about, uh, to want to have sex. Don't be fooled, girls want it too, Actually, they long for it. You know what I mean?"

"Sure, mom, he mumbled, and suddenly looked up at her as the import of what she had said sunk in. "Uh, I guess I understand. What did you say?"

She repeated and added, "Honey, we feel best about ourselves when we accept ourselves. You want to have sex with a girl. So do umpteen million other guys. If you only knew, I mean sex is about all your father thinks about. I kid him a lot about his brains being in his penis. He accepts that - that he loves sex. Who doesn't?" Helena could feel the effects of what she was saying between her legs. She was getting hot just talking about it! She looked at Brad in the mirror and said, "All great thinkers know that you don't think your thoughts, but that your thoughts think through you. Does that make sense? Look, if you look at me, your mom, and your penis gets hard, well the thinkers know that you are no more responsible for thinking you'd like to lay me than you are for breathing. Nature proclaims, uh, says in your mind, pretty woman, get hard. It's what you do with your thoughts that counts. Does that make sense? Did it ever occur to you that I might have a thought about making it with you?"

Brad's huge cock was fully aroused now. The truth was that he had indeed been devouring his mom's body with his eyes and was indeed jealous of pop who had free access to her feminine charms, but he never dreamed she might be attracted to him, might want to do it with him. True, he had sneaked around and masturbated while watching her dress, and once she had walked in on him when he was massaging his fat 9-incher. She had only smiled and said, "Ohmygod, you're huge!! That's a very attractive thing you have in hand... enough to give infinite pleasure to any girl all your life." She

then just turned and left him alone. He shifted uncomfortably, trying to make room in his pants for the growing size of his penis. What he didn't know was that Mom had watched him in hiding and masturbated herself as he jacked off.

"Brad, we must accept each other. I don't think the less of you just because you think of nothing but pussy. Would it surprise you to know that a good many of my thoughts are of a hard cock? I want you to know the truth about humankind. I want to teach you what you need to know about sex. I don't want you learning from some scatter-brained chick who knows nothing about what's needed in sexual encounters."

She was glad she had worn high heels and a short skirt. She let the skirt drop, watching Brad in the mirror. Then she unbuttoned her blouse, pulled it off and quickly shed her bra. Her breasts were still tight and pointed, one of her best features. By this time Brad's face was flaming red, and she noted with satisfaction the bulge in his crotch. Now she was standing there with nothing on but panties and heels, unashamedly displaying her body to her teenaged son who was trying desperately to conceal his massive erection. Carefully, she stripped off her panties and stood looking at herself in the full length mirror, turning slowly so he could see the full length of her nakedness, in heels only. Now he could see her D-cup breasts in all their glory, and heft, and the puffy nipples that capped them. All of this time she kept up a running talk trying to reassure him.

"Brad, honey, do you think I'm pretty? Am I as desirable as Amy?" Brad nodded in the affirmative, unable to speak coherently and trying hard not to blow his load right there in his pants.

"Honey," she said as she walked over to him, "there's nothing to be ashamed of, we shouldn't be ashamed of our bodies or of sex either. Sex is natural and a part of all of us, something we all do. Do you like me this way? Come on, stand up here with me." She took his arms and pulled him to a standing position and began unbuttoning his shirt, and once that was off unzipped his pants and dropped them, and then his shorts. His cock jumped out hard and straight, and Helena took it in her hands and still have room left over along the large cockshaft. "Oh, yours is as big as your father's was, maybe a bit bigger! Wow, isn't that nice? I guess we'd better take care of it first or we'll never get any talking done."

She took a couple of steps back and lowered herself onto the bed, pulling him over on top of her. Her hand guided his throbbing cock into her dripping wet pussy.

At that point he took over, thrusting hard and fast. "Oh, god, yes, yes, yes," Helena moaned, and then she felt his premature spurts deep inside her womb. Realizing his embarrassment, she whispered, "Never mind darling, we have all night to do it again and again." She heard his sobbing, but he said nothing. She held him tightly to her breast and reassured him, "Son, you're going to be a very good lover someday."

After a few minutes she stood up and walked into the bathroom still in heels. She could see him watching her ass move up and down in the mirror. Determined not to conceal anything from him, or to keep any kind of secrets, she took a towel and walked back so he could watch her blot up his cum now dribbling out of her cunt. She was standing only a foot or two from his head, and she paused before toweling herself so he could see her swollen pussylips and the fresh fucked hole with cum running slowly out of it.

"Brad," she breathed, "have you ever seen a woman's pussy before?"

"No," he managed a hoarse croak, "No, I never have."

She stepped closer. "Here, go ahead and touch it if you want to."

He stood up and moved against her, placing his hand over her sex, feeling of it with his fingers. Here, she sensed he was on more familiar ground. No, he had never seen a woman's cunt, but she could tell hers was not the first he had caressed. He knew what he was doing now, and she was excited to feel his cock hardening again against her, ready now for serious sexual congress. She felt a finger slide up into her moist pussy making her gasp at the electric feel of it. Her ass began to move and she pushed against his hand. Together they went to the floor and she was on her back with him inside her spread thighs. This time he put just the tip of his jerking cock into her and tried not to push all the way in, but she lifted her hips to force him deeper inside of her.

Helena could not prevent a deep throaty growl like a tigress as she took the length of him and moaned, "Ahhh, oh, oh, god, yes, yes, aauugh..OH, OHYEEESSS!" After she had orgasmed at least three times she began to think of him. She had waited for, this moment to surprise him with one of her greatest skills, the ability of her cunt to contract at will to grasp and firmly squeeze his cock, despite the face that it was quite difficult to squeeze something as thick as her son's cock. She had not counted on him being almost 8 inches in girth! But thirteen years of Kegel exercises to strengthen her cunt muscles were now paying off. He gasped and moaned and she forced him to stop thrusting while she massaged his cock with her love muscles. Suddenly he went berserk and started pumping frantically. Fireworks shattered her brain and she became a fucking machine, forgetting who it was she was fucking. An hour later, Brad cried out and collapsed on her as his huge prick began to spit out its second load of cum into his mother's womb in one night. He buried his big prick inside here and held it there, holding her down like a fucking dog, making sure her pussy absorbed every drop of his incestuous seed.

By midnight they were exhausted and rolled over to rest after their third vicious fucking of the night. Helena ran her hands through his hair, kissing him lightly here and there, and whispered, "You know, Brad, I'm not your woman. I belong to your father and you're going to have to get your own girl. Sure, I'll belong to you for three weeks while you learn what it's like to have one, what a female body is like and while you learn that women love sex every bit as much as men do; girls love it, too, just as much as boys, although most of them are afraid to go for it. But for the next three weeks, I'm your girl; your little whore to do with whatever you want!"

Soon she heard the soft sound of his snoring and smiling, quietly rolled out of bed to wash up a bit. She carefully examined her nude image in the mirror. Not bad, she decided.

Sex was like pain, she thought. If you were without it for a time, you forgot how all-powerful, all-controlling it was. She could see raw sex in the mirror now, its imprint on her mouth, which was swollen; on her skin, which was inflamed and hot where his hands had touched and grasped. She ached with the pleasure of being fucked by him; her thighs were wet; she smelled of sex, leaked sex, and she could still feel the little aftershocks of sex, the residual tremors of sexual delight that came to her as she remembered how he had done first this, and then that or this, their first time together. Her son! The sweet, fresh aroma of his youthful sex lingered easily in the air, easily recognizable, and it made her hot for his cock again.

This, then, was what she was. A young woman overpowered by sex and sexuality. She caressed her pulsating cunt, recalling as much as she could of the past few hours. These memories proved her lust. For all her denial, all her past vows, she had still ended up in a situation she had never envisaged, and would have sworn was beyond the bounds of possibility. She had made the choice, and to compound her own complicity, her sexual pleasure had been intense with Brad. No, not just intense, but the best by far she'd ever had. Why deny it? Her legs trembled as she opened the bathroom door to return to him. Light flooded over him for a moment, and she saw him naked on his back. His cock was swollen, semi-hard.

"My god," she gasped, "He's nearly ready again; the benefits of youth are never forgotten!" She hurried to their bed.

She wanted to take his strong tool into her mouth, to lick and love it, it would be so good for her. She watched his cock, strong even in his sleep as he dreamed, of what? Of fucking his mother? Guilt swept over her. But, wait, this was a common thing. If not, why the ever so common expression, "mother fucker?" She considered how - or when and if - she should introduce him to cunnilingus and fellatio and of the ecstasy of oral sex and its promise of super orgasms. Behind her thoughts was the wish for him to feel this mysterious ecstasy she had enjoyedso many times. But he might be put off by the thought of putting his mouth down there. On the other hand, most grown men she knew would pay dearly for the opportunity. For one thing, it was something you could do quickly with a stranger, a quickie as two souls passed in the hustle bustle of life. She pictured Brad's head between her legs, and then, mysteriously, an entire ensemble of loosely connected images slowly played through her mind. Christmas morning, Brad walking down the hall naked. New Year. Arriving at 1a and finding Brad asleep nude on the couch, cock swollen and thick. How many times? She counted at least forty times she had seen him naked the past few months. Who is seducing who here? Maybe he's more clever than she'd thought! Was it possible he was already maneuvering her into allowing cunnilingus?

The touch of his lips down there could force her to forget her hesitation. Like the fairy tale frog who turns into a prince when kissed by the princess, the unlovely cunt/clit/pussy becomes less ugly when kissed by the prince. The boy - or man - who does this for her would certainly find a place in her heart. She knew then he wouldn't care about the lack of beauty between her legs if his hungry mouth descended and touched. What an animal he is! How intelligent he is, and smart; exposing himself over and over and always pretending it accidental. How desirous he made her feel, wanting sex with her so much. Now she knew he could bring her to orgasm no matter what he did. She remembered the honey-tongued boy years ago who had first gotten her past No! He sweet-talked her beyond self loathing into allowing him to tongue her clit into orgasm. Helena had never forgotten his mouth and flicking tongue, the feel of the grass on her bare back, and to this day he and the essence of forbidden sex filled her fantasies. She pulled her knees up and began to play with her clit and G-spot, dreaming of sucking his gloriously large penis. And came once more.

The next morning she arose at first light, showered and went in to fix their breakfast. Her pussy was slightly sore, but still tingling with the aftershocks of pure, unashamed and unbridled sex. Little tremors continued to come from her pussy, up through her belly to her heart. She shuddered, tossed her hair and whispered to herself, My god, ohmygod. Another shuddering tremor. She heard him in the shower a few minutes later, but never in a million years would have thought what happened next possible. He came into the kitchen naked with a huge erection. Speechless, she looked in amazement. Then she realized he was staking out his claim to her, telling her that she was his woman now.

Softly, she asked, "Hadn't we better eat first?"

He did not reply, but walked straight to her, took her hand and placed it around his cock, and said, "And let this big one get away?" And like his father had done dozens of times before him, he stood her up, bent her over the breakfast table, lifted the hem of her skirt, and fucked her with authority then and there.

"Ooooh, ohgodyes, Brad, jesus you're huge! Don't... be... so... rough! Aggghhh!! Not so deep!"

Brad busted her sweet ass for ten minutes of brutal animal fucking before he dumped a massive load of cum in her womb. When he was finished with her he sat down naked and waited for her to serve him. Flustered now, she dropped a fork onto the floor and then spilled juice all over the cabinet.

Smiling at her obvious frustration, he said, "You know, I dreamed about us last night. We were married and lived in a house just like this one."

"Yes, I dreamed about you last night. A good dream it was."

"You know," he said, "I don't feel toward you now as if you were my mother."

She smiled. "And I don't feel toward you as if you were my son, and all of those mixed up feelings you have, I have also."

Neither spoke as they ate their eggs and toast, until she looked at him. "I never thought I'd cheat on your father by taking a lover. Not that what we've done is cheating. God knows I'm just trying to get you started out right with girls, sex and things like that. But now I'm worried. I won't lie to you. I've had, uh, I've let quite a few men fuck me, uh. or I've fucked them, but I've never loved any of them; just loved sex with them. Sex is precious, it's what I live for. None of the men were lovers. But something terrible is happening now. Something has changed I'm falling in love with the one fellow I can't have as my lover: my son... you, my darling!"

He licked his lips and said, "Yes, I know. I don't want to hurt my father by fucking his wife every day, but I don't see how I can keep from it."

They talked for a long time, as though catching up on a lifetime of experiences and events just as though they had never met before.

Later Brad spoke up, saying, "Since pop and sis are gone and we're alone, why don't we just not wear clothes when we're in the house?" Taken by surprise, Helena started to nix that idea in a hurry, but something stopped her. For him, this was a honeymoon. Yes, that was it. He thought of this as a honeymoon!

"Darling," she said, "I suppose we can if you want to, but we'll have to keep robes, housecoats or some bit of clothing scattered around the house in case of unexpected visitors." After a while she said she wanted to share something that happened to her last summer when she was home alone, "I had just finished my shower one evening and it felt so exciting being naked that I just stayed that way. I was waltzing around feeling frisky, just dancing into the front room, when I suddenly realized the front door was open. Worse a man was standing there. Without saying a word he opened the door and came in, walked straight to me - I was frantically trying to cover myself - grabbed one of my legs and put my foot on the couch, and slid his cock up into me. I won't deny that it was very exciting, it was, and once I realized he wasn't going to hurt me, I responded in kind. I enjoyed having this unexpected visitor fuck me. In fact, had any man walked in and asked I probably would have agreed to screw him. That's what walking around nude does to you. Yes, I've never had sex with anybody that I didn't think was great."

Brad was strangely subdued. "Gee, mom," he said, "I thought you and pop were, you know, were just the two of you."

Helena said, "Oh, honey, there is just the two of us. We love each other. As far as our marriage goes, we tell each other everything that happens. If I have sex with somebody else, love isn't involved. And when I describe to your father what happens when I get fucked by some other guy he goes bananas and wants to screw me right then, no matter where we are."

Brad interrupted her, "Are you going to tell pop, describe everything we do together, all of the sex and things we've done?" He sounded worried.

She hesitated a long moment before answering in a very low, husky voice, "Oh, honey, this is something different. I don't think your father would be able to handle this, he wouldn't understand." She bent over and kissed him. "Darling," she said in a husky voice, "We're still searching. What we have together now hasn't really been decided. Sex is not love. Fucking can be fun, exciting, and the best feeling ever to happen to a person, but sex alone isn't love.. Even with your father it isn't always love, although love gives us complete trust. With us, I'm afraid, and we're really in uncharted territory, but for now, let's us just go back to me teaching you what I've learned about sex. Did you know there are hundreds of different positions in which a man and a woman can make love? Do you know the places on a woman's body you can touch and make her cum long before you fuck her? I'll teach you how to get any woman to cum so hard they'll worship the ground you walk on."

Two years later, as she had done most nights over that same time, Helena left her marriage bed as soon as she heard her husband's steady, deep breathing.

Being very quiet, she slipped down to Brad's bedroom who, of course, was impatiently waiting as always. He immediately felt between her legs as he always did, and as was usually the case, her cunt was gaping open, hot and slick, with her juices mingled with Dad's cum.

"Damn, mom," he groaned, "Why do I always get seconds? Why do I always have to settle for a freshly-fucked woman?"

She kissed him, pushing her tongue into his mouth, exciting him, and then pulled back and whispered, "I no longer give him the best. I always save that for you, darling. Don't be difficult. You know I have little choice."

He pushed her to the floor to her hands and knees. "If you're going to be a bitch in heat," he growled, "then I'm going to fuck you like a dog." And he plunged his immense prick into her from behind, forcing her to take his entire length in pain. She couldn't completely stifle her painful scream, and as Brad socked it to her she began growling like a dog and making little yapping sounds. Excited by this, Brad rammed his cock into her pussy harder faster, until Helena really got loud. She screamed again and cried out, "Oh, fuck me, fuuuck meeee! Fuck me like the whore I am!"

The bedroom light suddenly came on. Dara was standing there staring in open mouthed amazement as her mom's naked body convulsed deep in the throes of her four consecutive orgasm from her lover, her son, and screamed: "Jesus... ohmygod... what! Mom! Brad... is that you?" and quickly ran away.



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