My mom is not like any other mom on earth. She is my best friend and my cheerleader. She has a way of turning every awkward situation in my life into something beautiful and even sacred. It may seem unbelievable, and I'm not sure I can truly explain it or do her justice. You'll just have to read my story, and you'll see what I mean.
"How was school today, what class did you have?" mom asked me when a plopped myself down on the couch. She handed me a cold soda without my even asking.
"Sex ed," I said, bored, drinking my soda.
"You're taking sex ed at 18?" my mom asked incredulously.
"It's actually health class. I flunked it four years ago, that's why. I graduate when I finish this last class. We're on the sexual health chapter."
"I see," mom said excitedly. She was always excited about everything I did. "What did you learn about sexual health in class?" she asked with sudden interest.
I looked at her, trying to gauge if she was genuinely interested or just making small talk.
"Well, we learned that masturbation is healthy," I replied nonchalantly, taking another sip of my soda. "And," I added, "I'm supposed to study female sexual response and arousal, but it doesn't make any sense. The diagrams are complicated and I don't understand it. I'll probably fail the test on female orgasms and I'll probably never date in my life."
"Nonsense," mom said with a dismissive wave of her hand. "You're smart, you'll figure it out. And as for dating, you'll find someone when the time is right."
I closed my eyes and pinched the bridge of my nose, feeling a different kind of frustration growing within me. I had been celibate for my entire life, and while I knew that I was now an adult, I couldn't shake the feeling that I was missing out. "I don't know mom, girls are complicated. Even their girl parts are complicated. It's just so much to learn."
Mom smiled sympathetically and sat down next to me on the couch, looking at me with her big brown mom eyes and said, "let's take it one step at a time. Do you think you will pass the test on masturbation? You have that down, don't you, Pumpkin?" Mom's warm hand rested on my thigh, sending a jolt of electricity through me. I squirmed under her touch, feeling the warmth of her palm through my jeans.
"Yes, I understood the lecture on masturbation perfectly fine. Masturbation is pretty easy."
"Good," she said, leaning in close. "Are you sure you don't need to practice for the masturbation quiz?" she asked teasingly and winked at me one of her signature mom winks, trying to make light of the situation.
I laughed nervously, feeling my face heat up. I was embarrassed by how much I was thinking about sex, but I was also excited, just like I knew I was supposed to be. "You know they aren't going to quiz me on how to masturbate, you know that, right, mom? They're going to quiz me on sexual health and how masturbation is part of everyone's sexual health."
"Oh, that's nice," mom said smiling. "I like that. Everyone should masturbate. It makes you feel good, and you know, we all need to feel good time and again. You know how to masturbate, don't you Pumpkin?" She asked with a chuckle, squeezing my thigh affectionately.
"I know how to masturbate, yes," I said, trying to keep my cool. I shifted on the couch, feeling my jeans becoming tighter.
My heart was racing, and I couldn't believe what I was about to say.
"Well, if you really want to know, mom, I've been masturbating every night," I said, looking at her with a nervous smile.
Her eyes widened, and she leaned in even closer, barely an inch separating us. "You have? That's wonderful," she asked breathlessly.
"You know, I used to touch myself, too," my mom told me with a smile.
"But, you stopped? Why don't you now, Mom?" I asked.
"Oh, I don't know, Pumpkin," she said, still smiling, "I guess I just haven't thought about it for a long time."
"Well, maybe you should, Mom," I said, daringly.
I couldn't believe what I was suggesting. I knew it was wrong, but I couldn't help myself. The thought of my mom touching herself, of her feeling the same things I did when I touched myself, was unbearably hot.
Mom's cheeks flushed, and she looked away from me, her eyes distant. "Maybe I should, Pumpkin," she said quietly.
She turned back to me, her eyes full of desire. "You know what, Pumpkin," she said, her voice low. "You're right. I should."
"You should, mom." I replied, feeling brave suddenly. I didn't know where this was going, but I knew it was something I needed to see.
"Thanks, Pumpkin," she said, "it's so sweet that you suggested it."
There was an awkward pause and mom was smiling, as if she was thinking about pleasuring herself.
Wanting to break the silence, but not knowing what else to say, I said, "the textbook says girls can pleasure themselves with their fingers but they get more pleasure from using sex toys, like a dildo or a vibrator. Is that true?" I asked.
I was embarrassed but curious to hear my mother's response. I couldn't help but want to know more about the subject of female pleasure.
Mom shifted in her seat, as if becoming more comfortable, and said, "Yes, that's true. I've had much more intense orgasms when I've used a vibrator."
I swallowed hard, feeling my face grow hot as the thought of my own mother using a sex toy played in my mind. "Oh," I said, trying to keep my voice steady.
"Really? You have a vibrator?" I asked, trying to sound nonchalant, but my heart was beating a mile a minute.
"Yes, I do. It's nothing to be ashamed of, Pumpkin. It's just a tool for pleasure," mom explained. She seemed more confident and sure of herself now, speaking in a steady and low voice. "Would you like to see it, Pumpkin?" she asked with a mischievous smile.
"Y-yes," I stammered, my throat suddenly dry.
She stood up and walked towards the staircase leading to the bedrooms. I followed her, my heart pounding in my chest. I couldn't believe this was happening. I was about to see my own mother's vibrator.
She opened her bedroom door and motioned for me to follow her inside. Her room was painted in soft pink and white colors, with a huge, four-poster bed in the center of the room. She walked over to her bedside table and opened it.
I could feel my heart racing as I stood there, waiting for her to show me the vibrator. I was nervous, but also incredibly curious. I had never seen a sex toy before, let alone one that belonged to my own mother.
My mother turned around, holding a small, pink vibrator in her hand. She smiled at me and held it up for me to see. "This is my vibrator," she said, her voice low and sultry. "Would you like to see how it works?"
I nodded, unable to speak. I was in shock, but also incredibly turned on.
I felt a surge of lust coursing through my body as I stared at the sleek, pink vibrator in my mother's hand. She placed it on the bed and turned it on, letting it hum softly. "Would you like to touch it, Pumpkin?" she asked, her voice low and sensual.
"Y-yes," I stammered, taking a step closer to the bed. I reached out, feeling the smooth vibrator in my hand. It was warm and sleek, with a different shape than I expected.
A shiver of pleasure ran down my spine as I picked it up, turning it over in my hand. It was unlike anything I had ever felt before. "You like it?" mom asked, raising an eyebrow, her voice dripping with a lust I had never heard before.
My heart skipped a beat at the sound of her voice, a mix of the motherly tone I was used to and something new, something deeper and more sensual. "Yeah, it feels good vibrating in my hand even," I answered while secretly in awe of the fact that I was holding a vibrator that had been inside my own mother's pussy.
"I'm glad you like it. It's one of my favorite toys," she said, her voice low and seductive.
She turned off the vibrator and picked up a small remote that came with it. "Let me show you how it works."
She walked over to me and stood in front of me, the vibrator resting on her palm. She pushed a button on the remote and the vibrator hummed to life again, shuddering beneath my touch. Then she handed the remote to me.
"You try it, Jacob" she said and smiled.
I couldn't believe what I was about to do. I hesitated for a second but then I pushed the button. The vibrator started to hum and shake. My mother smirked as I pushed the button again. The vibrator's speed increased and the sound it made was becoming increasingly louder.
"Why does it need a remote, Mom?" I asked.
It was a genuine question but as soon as the words were out, I couldn't help but feel a blush rising to my cheeks. Mom laughed and took the remote back from me, her fingers brushing mine as we exchanged it. I couldn't help the way my heart leapt at the contact, but I tried to play it cool.
"So, you can control the vibrations according to your desires," she explained, still smiling. My eyes widened as I studied the buttons, unable to believe I was getting a crash course in female sexual pleasure from none other than my own mother. "Take it, Jacob. Have a little fun," she encouraged, handing me the remote. I hesitated at first, but I couldn't help but feel excitement begin to build deep within me. I took the remote and slowly moved my fingers over the surface, getting a feel for the buttons.
"The other thing you can do with it, I guess," she said, "is insert it and let someone else turn it on and off. Doesn't that sound fun?" she said, her voice dropping to an almost whisper.
I looked at her incredulously, my hand still frozen over the remote. "What do you mean?" I managed to ask.
Her eyes were dark and intense as she stepped closer to me, her body swaying slightly as she walked. "I mean, it's a fun way you could use the vibrator with the remote. You see this vibrator is small enough, I can insert it in my vagina and leave it there. Then, if someone were to press these buttons I'd get a jolt of pleasure suddenly. That's how that works, Pumpkin." I swallowed hard, feeling my cock twitch in my pants. "Have you ever tried it that way, Mom?" I couldn't believe I was asking her, but I couldn't help myself.
She shook her head. "No, sadly I haven't had a sexual partner for a long time, so I just used it by myself and even that I haven't done for awhile." Mom had a sad look when she said this.
"But you should, Mom... use it on yourself, I mean. Remember, we said masturbation is good for mental and sexual health. I want you to be healthy and happy, Mom."
"It would be more pleasurable to have someone to use it with me," she said, still looking sad.
Mom looked at me, and I looked at her, and there was a long moment of awkward silence.
"Maybe..." she started, "but, no, that wouldn't be right." She looked down at the floor, hiding her feelings from me.
"What, Mom? What was your idea?" I asked.
I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks even though I tried to keep my voice casual. She hesitated for a brief moment before her expression changed into one of slight confusion, embarrassment and then a flare of curiosity.
"You want to use the vibrator on me, Jacob?" she asked, her voice husky. I couldn't believe what I had just suggested, but the moment the words left my mouth, I knew it was what I wanted.
"Yes, Mom, if that's okay," I replied, my heart pounding.
I couldn't believe what I had just said, but at the same time, I couldn't think of anything else I wanted more.
Mom looked at me, and for a moment, I thought she was going to say no. But then she nodded, and a slow, seductive smile spread across her lips.
"Okay, Pumpkin," she said, reaching out to take the vibrator and remote from me. "It's going to be healthy for both of us, and fun."
She ushered me out of the room, so she could insert the vibrator in privacy. When she came out, she had changed her clothes. She was wearing a red, tight dress that hugged her figure and showed off her curves. She looked incredible, and I could feel my cock throbbing in my pants.
"This is going to be fun, Pumpkin," she said with a wicked smile.
Mom's curves were on full display in that tight dress, and I couldn't help but stare. She noticed my gaze and smiled knowingly.
"I'm glad you like it, Jacob. I wore it just for you."
My heart was racing as I reached out and placed my hand on her hip. She leaned in closer, our bodies barely touching, and I could feel the heat radiating off of her. I could sense the tension between us, the desire, and it was all I could do to keep from ripping her dress off and taking her right there.
I remembered the remote in my hand, then, and wondered if I was suppose to press the buttons yet.
Seeing my hesitation, she smiled at me sweetly, "You're in charge now, Pumpkin. You decide when and how to use the remote, not me, you and only you." Then she leaned in. "You get to control Mommy's pussy for today, and you don't need my permission," she whispered in my ear.
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. My mom was telling me I was in control. I felt a rush of exhilaration and a hint of fear wash over me. But I wasn't about to let this opportunity slip away from me.
I pressed the button on the remote, and the vibrator buzzed to life within her. Her body trembled, and her breath hitched. I watched as her eyes rolled back in her head, and she leaned heavily against me. My heart was pounding with anticipation, as I continued to control the vibrator.
I couldn't believe what was happening, but at the same time, I couldn't think of anything else I wanted more. I adjusted the vibration setting to a higher level and mom moaned, her head lolling back, her eyes closed. I could feel her breasts pressing against my chest, and my cock was aching to be freed from my jeans. I couldn't believe this was happening, but I didn't want it to stop.
"That feels good, Pumpkin." She moaned, grabbing on to me for support. I could feel her shaking, and it was exhilarating. I pressed another button, and the vibrating intensity increased. She let out a low groan, her breath hot on my neck.
"Oh god, Jacob," she moaned, her legs trembling under her.
Her eyes were closed, and her lips were parted, revealing the tip of her tongue.
I was standing in front of her, holding the vibrating remote in my hand. I felt power in my grip, and I decided to use it. I increased the vibration setting, and mom's body jolted against me. "Fuck," she muttered, grabbing onto me tightly.
Then I turned it off, amazed at the power in my hands, the power to pleasure my own mother at will, and maybe even make her cum.
"This is crazy," I said, still trying to come to terms with what I had just done. My hands were shaking, and my heart was racing.
Catching her breath, she said, "I thought we could go on a date, Pumpkin. We could go to the mall, or a movie, or have a nice dinner together. What would you like to do?" she asked as if nothing had happened.
"You want me to take this remote? If we go in public? Are you sure, Mom?" I asked incredulously."Of course, Pumpkin, it will be fun," she said smiling.
I swallowed hard, trying to find the words. I couldn't believe what I had just done, and now I was being asked to take my mom on a date, with the remote in my pocket.
"Sure, Mom, let's go on a date," I finally said, smiling nervously.
We left the house and got in the car. I could feel the remote in my pocket, and I couldn't help but feel a little bit nervous. I wondered if anyone would be able to tell that I had the power to make my mom cum at any moment.
I glanced over at her, she was smiling at me, her eyes bright with excitement and anticipation, and I couldn't help but feel my heart rate quicken.
We arrived at the mall and walked hand in hand. She looked stunning in her red dress, and I couldn't help but feel a pride swell up inside of me. I was the one who was going to pleasure her, to make her moan and shiver in ways she hadn't in a long time.
I felt a rush of heat in my chest, a mix of fear, excitement, and anticipation.
"Are you sure, Mom?" I asked as we walked to the movies. "Are you sure you're okay with this?"
She looked at me, a faint smile on her lips. "Yes, Pumpkin, I'm sure. I trust you."
As we walked I saw men looking at her and I decided to reach into my pocket.
I pressed the button, and the vibrator buzzed to life within her. Mom gasped, and her body trembled. I couldn't believe what I was doing, but at the same time, I couldn't think of anything else I wanted more.
My mom's body instantly jerked and trembled with pleasure, and she let out a soft moan as the vibrator buzzed within her. I could people around us suddenly stare at her wondering what was happing to her.
"Does that feel good, Mom?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
"Yes, Pumpkin," she said, her breath hot on my ear. "It feels so good, you're such a good boy." I could hear the arousal in her voice as she whispered these words, and it only made me want to turn her on more. I felt my own desire growing, and I knew it was only a matter of time before I couldn't resist the urge to turn it up to full power right there in the middle of the mall.
But for now, I kept it at a low setting, just enough to keep her aroused and make her body tremble with pleasure.
As we walked into the theater, I could feel the controller in my palm, and I knew I had to be careful. But I also knew that I couldn't resist the temptation of turning it up even higher once we were alone in the dark.
The theater was packed with teenagers, laughing and joking as they settled into their seats. I could feel my mom's body tense up next to me, and I knew she was just as excited as I was.
I reached into my pocket, my hand shaking slightly as I wrapped my fingers around the cold metal of the remote. I could feel the heat building in my loins, and I knew I had to be careful.
The movie started, and I could feel my mom's tension next to me as she braced herself for what I was going to do to her.
I turned the vibrator up a notch, and she jumped in her seat, a small gasp escaping her lips. I looked over at her, and she was biting her lip, her eyes wide with surprise.
I turned it off again, watching as her body relaxed slightly, only to turn it back on a few seconds later. She jolted in her seat, her hand instinctively going to her crotch as she tried to stifle a moan. I smiled to myself, enjoying the power I had over her.
The movie was a raunchy comedy, and there were several sex scenes that played out on the screen. I used these moments as opportunities to tease my mom, turning the vibrator on and off at random intervals. She was squirming in her seat next to me, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
"You like playing with Mommy, don't you Pumpkin," she whispered in my ear.
I couldn't believe what I was doing, but I couldn't resist the urge to turn it up to full power. I pressed the button, and the vibrator buzzed to life within her at its highest setting. Mom gasped, her body trembling with pleasure. I felt her hand grip my arm tightly as she tried to stifle her moans.
The people around us looked over, wondering what was happening. I saw a couple of teenagers snicker and whisper to each other. But I didn't care. All I could focus on was the sight of my mother, writhing in pleasure next to me.
"Oh god, Jacob," she moaned, her voice barely above a whisper. Her eyes were closed, and her lips were parted. I could feel her body shaking as the vibrator sent waves of pleasure coursing through her.
I was rock hard in my pants, by this time. Giving my mom sexual pleasure and bringing her so close to climax was the most arousing thing I had ever done in my life.
I could feel my cock pressed against the inside of my pants, begging to be released from its confines.
"Jacob, baby, I'm about to cum," mom panted, her voice barely above a whisper. I could sense the urgency in her voice, and I knew that I couldn't resist the temptation any longer.
I reached into my pocket and turned the vibrator up to its highest setting, feeling a rush of exhilaration as mom's body trembled with pleasure.
"Cum for me, Mom," I whispered in her ear, and the words seemed to push her over the edge.
She let out a low moan, her eyes closed, and her body shaking uncontrollably. I could feel the heat coming off of her as she climaxed, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride swell up inside of me. I had made my mother cum, right there in the middle of the movie theater.
As the waves of orgasmic pleasure subsided, mom opened her eyes and looked at me with a wide grin.
She leaned in and whispered in my ear, "That was incredible, Pumpkin. You made me cum so hard, I think I'm ready to take this a step further."
With that, she stood up from her seat, took my hand and lead me out of the theater. We made our way out of the mall, and into the privacy of our own car. Once we were inside, mom turned to me and said with a naughty smile, "I want you to take me right now, Pumpkin.
In the car, mom reached up her red dress and fiddled for a moment. She pulled out the vibrator. It was glistening wet as were her fingers.
"Here," she said with a smirk, "you take it, I don't want this going off while I'm driving."
Mom dropped it in my hand. I accepted it as if I was accepting a holy relic. It glistened in the moonlight. I felt the warmth of it and the wetness on my palm.
"It's wet," I said, speaking without thinking.
"Yes, Pumpkin. It happens when I get turned on. Did they teach you about it in your sex ed class?" Mom asked, her voice dripping with a mixture of curiosity and amusement.
"There is something called vaginal fluid that is secreted when a woman becomes sexually aroused. It helps lubricate the vagina during sexual intercourse. That's what my teacher, Ms. Cummings, said, but I've never seen it or felt it before," I said with a sense of wonder. I ran my finger along the length of the wet vibrator.
Mom was watching me, her eyes almost glowing in the dim light. My heart was pounding in my chest, and I felt an overwhelming sense of excitement mixed with fear. "You are so smart. You are going to ace that test, now, Pumpkin," mom said with a smile as I examined her vaginal fluid coating the vibrator.
I looked up, dazed, and met her gaze. I felt a spark of electricity passing through me, and my earlier fear was replaced with desire.
"Yeah? Thanks, Mom," I said.
Back at home, I gave mom the vibrator and remote, and watched mom wash the vibrator diligently in the sink.
I surreptitiously smelled the residue on my hand. There was a faint musk, and a delicious scent that sent a shiver running down my spine. I sucked on the finger, tasting her for the first time. It was salty and slick on my tongue and my dick twitched to life again.
Mom turned to me, "Now I want you to get ready for bed, but before you go to sleep, you should masturbate. It was a long day, and you don't want to get blue balls, Pumpkin." She said while washing her toy.
"Yes, Mom," I said, going to my room where I changed into my sweat shorts and a t-shirt.
Mom, came into my room, then, holding a hand towel. "Why don't you use this to soak up your sperm when you're ready to masturbate, Pumpkin? I don't want you getting it on your sheets. I've noticed your bedding smells like semen when I do your laundry. You should feel good about pleasuring yourself, but there is no need to make a mess."
I looked at the towel in her hand, "But, Mom, thats' terry cloth. It looks rough. Can you find me something that's softer?"
"Of course, Pumpkin. You want something that will feel soft on your penis?"
"Yes, Mom," I said.
"Of course, I'll be back in a second, Pumpkin," she said before disappearing into her room.
I climbed into my bed and laid down, staring up at the ceiling. My mind was racing with thoughts of the day's events. I couldn't believe what had happened. I couldn't believe I had made mom cum and cum hard in public.
Mom returned with a silky, black satin panties and handed it to me. "This should be soft on your sensitive skin, Pumpkin," she told me with a sly smile.
I took the pillow case from her and her hand brushed mine. She looked down at me on my bed and smiled.
"You look like you're ready, Pumpkin," she said looking at my obvious erection in my pajama pants.
I blushed. I hooked my thumb on my pajamas, ready to expose myself, uncertain if mom planned to watch or not.
"I'll give you some privacy," she snickered, answering my unspoken question. "You are an adult now, after all," she said as she left, leaving my door ajar.
I took a deep breath and slowly exhaled, my eyes still fixed on the ceiling. I couldn't believe I was about to do this, masturbate with mom's permission. I reached down and wrapped my fingers around my cock, feeling a shiver run down my spine as I thought about all that had happened that day. I had made my mom cum in public, and now I was going to pleasure myself with her permission.
I started to stroke myself, slowly at first, feeling myself grow hard in my hand. It didn't take long to bring myself to climax. I burst into orgasm, spurting hard into the soft panties, Mom had given me. My eyes rolled back, and I groaned.
When I opened my eyes, Mom was back, beside my bed. My cock was still hard, wrapped in the cum-soaked panties.
"Did that feel good, Pumpkin?" she asked nonchalantly.
I couldn't believe what had just happened. Mom had watched me, watched cum. I felt shuddering ripples of pleasure as I pushed my limits, taking in the reality of what had transpired between us, as well as the taste of my mother's sexual fluids still lingering on my hands.
As I lay on my bed, panting heavily, my mind raced with thoughts of the erotic scenario that had just taken place, I felt my mom's hand on my sensitive dick. She was wiping my dick clean of cum, wiping my shaft with her panties, and my balls, then she carefully cleaned the sensitive head.
"That is a beautiful cock, Pumpkin," she remarked in an appreciative tone. "I'll clean my panties, so you don't have to worry about it. I don't want you cumming on your sheets any more, okay. Just let Mommy know when you're going masturbate, and I'll give you something to use and I'll clean up your sperm for you. Are you okay with that, Pumpkin?"
"Yes, Mom, that's fine with me. I don't want to make a mess either," I replied. I couldn't believe what was happening. I had just masturbated in front of my mom and now she was taking care of me after the fact.
Mom held up the panties, which was now soaked with my cum. She gave it a little squeeze, and looked at me with a mischievous glint in her eye. "You made a lot of sperm, Pumpkin," she said, giving me her signature mom wink.