The Life Of John Smith - S01 E09

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The Life Of John Smith - S01 E09

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 9

As I drove from Carol's to where mother worked, I was so friggen hard. There was nothing I could think of except jacking off. I stopped at the office where mother worked. She did not come out, but I was not about to go in with my ragging hard-on. I tried to adjust it to get some relief. No relief. The only relief will be to jack- off. When mother did come, she asked if I wanted to go out to dinner. I said no, and she asked why not. Of course, I did not want to say but I did say, "There is something I need to do in the bathroom."

"Why didn't you come into the office? You could use the bathroom there," she said.

"It's not peeing or pooping," I said.

She looked at me, then down at the bulge in my trousers. "Oh!" she exclaimed. "I understand. You were with Carol. She got my baby all riled up and didn't take care of him. You'll have to get a handle on that, so it doesn't bother you or you'll be ruled by you dick all your life. You can't expect to have the women in your life at your beck and call when you think you want something." She went on and on like that, but it did nothing to relieve my situation.

When we arrived home, I ran for the bathroom. I jacked away and in short order I shot a load into the toilet. My balls still felt full, so I kept working it. There is no lock on the bathroom door. Mother opened it a short way and said, "Guess we're not going out to dinner, try to be done with that by the time dinner's ready."

We ate dinner in silence. I appreciated that. Dinner was warmed left overs. Mother finished about when I did. Then she asked, "Want me to tell Carol how she spoiled our dinner date."

"We didn't have a dinner date and Carol didn't spoil a thing," I pleaded and added, "Please don't spoil this for me."

"Don't you worry. I won't say a thing to her about it. If you lose Carol it won't be my doing."

As we were washing dishes, she startled me by asking, "Have you

ever had sex?" I assured her I had not. After we finished washing

the dishes, mother asked me to sit at the table because she had

something that she wanted to talk to me about. Once I sat, she sat

opposite me. She began hesitantly, "You know, uh, because your father isn't here, I, ah, I know...there are probable things he could explain to...that is you probably have questions that he should be here to answer. Since he is not you can ask me."

"About what?" I asked.

"About tomorrow with Carol," she said.

"What about tomorrow with Carol?" I asked.

"Well ah...suppose you have sex. Do you know how to keep from getting her pregnant?" mother blurted out in a single breath.

I wanted to say, I don't think that is any of your business, but I said, "I don't think that will happen."

"Well okay then," she said as she stood. She sat down again and added, "But what if it does? Do you know how to keep from getting her pregnant?"

"A rubber?" ventured, having heard boys talking at school.

"Do you have a rubber?" she asked.

"No," I said hardly believing she would ask me that. The fact was I didn't even know how to get a rubber.

"I got you one just in case," she said, then asked, "Do you know how to put it on."

I had never seen one so how would I know how to put it on. That is what I wanted to say but instead I said, "No."

"It is lucky I bought more than one. You can learn right now how to put it on," she said as she pulled a packet out of her apron. "You open it by tearing the wrapper," she said as she tore the packet and removed the lubricated condom. "You then roll it down over your, ah dick."

"Okay," I said, surprised that she had said "dick" instead of penis.

"You don't understand," she said.

"I do," insisted.

"You don't," she said, adding, "Stand up here."

I stood. She reached for my fly. I moved back out of her reach,

asking, "What are you doing?"

"John get back over here this minute young man. I would not be a responsible parent if I didn't see to it that you knew how to put one of these on," she said as she waved the condom at me. Her tone of voice made me feel I had to comply. I stepped forward. She said, "That's a good boy Johnny," as she almost in a single motion, undid my trousers, and dropped them to the floor. She pulled my Jockey shorts out and down, exposing the fact that my dick was as hard as it could get. "Oh!" she said, appearing momentarily startled. "Okay, put this on," she said, handing me the condom. I took the condom and turned away from her. "No, show me how to put it on." I did not turn back quickly enough so she stood and maved in front of me. Not knowing better, I held it the wrong side up. I attempted to slide it over the head of my dick. It did not roll down. "No," she snapped as she snatched it from my hand. "You have to hold it this way so that it rolls down like this. See? All the way down." she said as she knelt to one knee grasped my dick in her left hand and deftly rolled the condom down with her right hand and then using both hands snugged it down all the way. Looking up at me she asked, "Now do you think you can do it right tomorrow if the need arises?"

At this point could I say anything more than, "Yes."

It was then that I felt her cradle my balls in her left hand. "Seems a shame to waist a perfectly good rubber?" she said as she continued to massage my balls. "Would you like to, ah, maybe try, ah, to practice on me. Just so you know how it's done."

I can't say I had not thought about it but at that moment all could say was, "No."

Still kneeling in front of me she said, "I know I am no longer a pretty young thing like Carol but sticking it in me would feel about the same as sticking it in her. You don't want to embarrass yourself by doing something wrong." She gripped my dick in her right hand and stroked it while still cradling my balls in her left.

"No, it is not right," I said as attempted to step back away from

her, but my trousers were around my ankles and she was able with

ease to hold me firmly in place.

"I don't want to force you, but you would gain a lot by having me

show you what to do. With the rubber you could not impregnate

me, and you just might enjoy it. And no one else would ever know."

She was very persuasive.

"No...no one else would ever know?" I repeated.

"Neither of us would tell anyone," she said as she stood, reached under her dress, and pulled her panties down. She kicked a foot free of her panties and placed that foot on a chair. Holding her skirt up she exposed her pussy to me. "Step forward and slip it in. You know you want to know how it feels. You'll be nervous with Carol, so it'll be nice to know what you're doing."

She was making it so easy to decide. Without another thought I stepped forward, allowed her to aim my dick at her pussy, and it did slip right in. I looked down and saw that less than half my dick was in her. She had moved her hand away, so pushed in farther. It gave me an amazing sensation when I did that so when I bottomed out, I pulled back about half way and pushed back in. "Pull out, push in, repeat...no further directions necessary," she said. The sensations kept coming. I grasp her naked ass cheeks to keep my balance. The feel of that naked flesh on my fingers added to the pleasure. As the pressure built within me the speed of my thrust accelerated. When I felt the first surge of sperm shooting up my dick, I thrust in hard and held myself locked in that position until the final surge

I relaxed a little and thought, I fucked my mom. I looked into my mother's warm grey eyes and said, "I fucked you, mom."

"You did, sweetie. How was it?" she asked with a big toothy smile.

I was smiling so much, I thought my face would break.. "Wonderful," was all I could say before I hugged her and kissed her on the lips. When my tongue touched her lips, they parted, and our tongues mated briefly. She suddenly pulled back and said, "No, let's not make this um...romantic. I was just showing you how to fuck. Now um...you never reuse a rubber and you must dispose of It properly. Don't toss it on the floor or out the window...it goes either down the toilet or in the garbage."

As I removed the rubber I asked, "How many more rubbers do you have?"

"They came in a package of four, so I have three more," she said.

"Do you think we could do it in bed next?" I asked as I tossed the used condom in the garbage under the sink.

"Hold on sweetie. That was the only time we are going to do it," she stated.

"But mom, Isn't it different when you are laying down?" I asked.

"Yes, it is. Every position feels different, but you have the basics down and that is all want to do for you." She walked toward the living room and turned asking, "You do understand, don't you?"

"But mom, how can you not show me all the positions?" I insisted.

"If you were only this diligent with all your lessons, you would get straight A's. There are a lot more than four positions and if you are too experienced then Carol may ask you who you have been fucking." She stopped in her tracks, saw her panties laying on the floor near her, picked them up, and looked at me before continuing, "Besides that we have but one night." She again hesitated as if she were trying to make up her mind about something. She seemed to study my hardening dick. Then suddenly said, "Now pull your trousers back up, leave your shoes off, and come to my room." She slipped her panties back on and went to her room.

I followed her. She sat on the edge of her bed and arranged her skirt neatly on her lap. "I've decided...I ah...I will show you some of the other positions, but we are not going to fuck. What is it they call it? Oh yes, we are going to dry hump," she said.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, she had me stand between her feet as she lay back in the bed. She had me lean into her forcing my hardening bulge into her groin. She wrapped her legs around me and drew me in even more. "That one like," she said. "Of course, I could put my legs up here," she said as she put her legs up over my shoulders. "Or even up here," she said as she drew her knees up to her breasts. "Now stand up and we will look at some other positions."

I stood, feeling my dick had grown uncomfortable again. She turned over and stuck her rear up toward me. "Step forward and Imagine sticking your dick in from there. This is called doggy style."

I really did want to stick it in. "Oh mom, wish you would let me," I pleaded.

"No Johnny, we can't," she said as she moved to lay with her head on her pillow. "Now for the missionary position."

"I can't take any more," said as I left her room and went to my

room. I pulled down my trousers and undershorts and began Jacking off. I was just beginning to feel the Impending release

when my door opened.