The Life Of John Smith - S01 E06

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The Life Of John Smith - S01 E06

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 6

Introduction:

My mother teaches about sex.

Chapter 6 Another Year with Mother

Mother was especially nice to me when I got home. Since it was her day off, we stopped on the way home for dinner. She had me tell her what I had done and seen in LA. I did not tell her about Shirley. When she pressed me for details, I said was tired. She said she knew i was tired, so she told me that when we got home, I should bathe and go to bed. When I got in the tub I began to beat- off. I was about to cum when my mother walked in. Of course, I stopped and hid my boner in the soapy water. I am sure she noticed but she said nothing except, "I got to pee. As soon as I am done, I'll scrub your back." I did not say a thing. I just pretended to wash my feet and legs. When she finished scrubbing my back she said, "Go ahead and finish what you were doing when I interrupted." She made no pretense of leaving.

I decided then and there I was no longer going to be the yes-boy I had always been with her. I looked right in her cold grey eyes and said, "Give me some privacy."

She looked into my eyes long enough that I averted my gaze then she said, "Yes, of course," and walked out closing the door behind her

I found that I had developed the habit of ejaculating once or twice a day and to not do so caused my testicles to ache. I was always careful so that my mother had no reason to notice. I was careful to do it either in the tub when I bathed, over the tollet, or in the morning when I had moming wood in my bed into a washcloth. I would be sure to wash the washcloth in the bathroom sink that morning.

One Friday that fall mother did not come home at her usual time. She was still not home by the time for me to go to bed, so I did the usual things like checking that all the doors were locked, and all the lights were turned out. Then I went to bed. Sometime after I went to sleep, I heard my mother yelling. I could not distinguish

what she was saying so I got up and went into the hall. Her words were slurred by drink, but she was yelling for someone to get out and leave her alone. Then I heard a man's voice trying to shush her.

The light was on in her bedroom and her door was open. I went to her door to look in. Mother was on the bed totally naked and there was a man just dropping his pants. Mother shouted again, "Get the fuck out of my house!"

The man spoke quietly, "Shush Missy, you invited me for a fuck and that is what we're doing."

I knew I could do nothing to defend my mother unless I had help so I slipped past her room to the kitchen. There beside the refrigerator was our shotgun, When I got back to mother's open door, the man was just mounting her. Still in the hallway I shouted, "Get the hell off my mother

He started speaking before he looked over his shoulder, "What are you going..." He did not finish because he clearly saw me pointing the gun at his ass. He stood slowly and turned toward me, his dick waving at me. I pointed the gun straight at it. "Now listen sonny I just want to get what's owed me."

I cocked the gun and shouted, "Get out now or I'll blow you dick off!

He appeared to get the message because he picked up his pants and sat on the bed to put them on. He stood to pull them up and buckle his belt. He picked up his shoes and sat on the bed again to put then on. As he did, he said to me, "I bought her a bunch of drinks. She asked me to take her home. I brought her in here and helped her get undressed. Then she started shouting. Just figured she owed me a fuck. What say I pay you ten dollars to let me do it."

"Your head is what I am aiming at now. Buckshot makes a nasty hole," is all I said. He stood and went quickly out of the house by the way he had come in. I locked the door with shaking hands. I cracked open the gun to find it not loaded. As I returned the empty gun to its normal resting place, I found I was so light headed I could not think or keep my balance. I leaned against the refrigerator.

When I could think again, I wondered what mother was doing. I went to her door and there she was, naked on the bed, with her legs splayed out ready to be fucked. I decided to leave her that way. I turned out the light and went to my room. In my room I got to thinking. I could do almost anything to my mother right now. I had had lots of chances, but I had almost always avoided looking at her when she was naked or half naked. Right now, I thought, I think she owes me and besides she is passed out and would not notice if I did something.

The adrenaline was flowing again like before when I faced down her would-be rapist. I went out into the hall and stopped. A moment of doubt. I said to myself, she owes me. I went to her room and turned on the light. She had not moved. I looked to her eyes and they were closed, and she had a peaceful look on her face. I stepped up close and looked at her pussy. It was covered in a thick carpet of blond hair, but I could clearly see its lips were open enough that could see a set of inner lips that were closed. To see more I would have to use my hands to spread her legs as I had done once before.

I looked at her narrow waste and wide hips, her flat stomach and then her boobs I had had passing glances of her breasts but now I was looking at them. They were much bigger than 18-year-old Shirley's. I would say they were grapefruit size. Shirley's nipples were more brown while mothers were more pink. Shirley had tan lines while mother had none. These are all things that registered in my mind as I looked.

I called out, "Mother, are you awake!" No answer. I moved close to her face and loudly asked, "What do you want me to do?" Again, there was no response. So, I returned to where I could look at her pussy.

I looked down at the tent my dick was making in my oversized T-shirt. I thought it would be so easy to lift my shirt, step forward, and fuck my mother.

The thought struck me, I was willing to shoot that guy that was about to do that. Would she have appreciated it if I had shot him? Would she want to shoot me if I fucked her? I pulled up my T-shirt and saw my dick was wilting like a flower that had not been watered. I turned out the light and returned to my room.

In the morning I noted mother's car was nowhere in sight. When she got up just before noon, she came into the kitchen and did her usual of getting a cup of coffee before saying anything. Once she had sipped her hot coffee I asked where her car was. She looked at me and blinked her eyes then asked, "It's not here?"

"No, you got a ride home last night," I told her.

"Oh, I did, yes," she slowly replied. She sipped some more coffee. Then as if to herself she said, "I did, didn't I." As she continued to sip her coffee, she looked like she was trying to remember. Later in the afternoon she called someone who came and gave her a ride to get her car. I said nothing about the man or the shotgun. It is possible she would not have believed me if I had.

The next Saturday she was up early, she made a breakfast of blueberry pancakes. It had been years since she had prepared breakfast. She even sat down and ate some. She had not eaten breakfast with me since Ella had left. After we finished eating and she had poured herself a cup of coffee she asked me why I didn't have a driver's license. I told her that a year earlier I had asked her to teach me to drive and she had told me she was too busy. She said, "That is what Saturday and Sundays were for. Let's go teach you to drive."