Lesson for Jason

Hi, my name is Jeff. I'm forty-four years old now. Last night, my wife asked me to talk to our son about puberty—she caught him masturbating in his room. She asked me to remember the sex education I received at home. The next day, I tried to rack my brain to talk to Jason. Thirty-one years ago, when I was thirteen, my mom caught my sister, who was twelve at the time, masturbating me in my room. Since our father had left home, my mom had to teach us everything, including explaining what puberty and sex were.

This evolved into my long-term relationship with my mom and my sister, who is now 43. Sometimes my sister and I still have sex—my wife, of course, doesn't know about it. So you want to know what happened? Okay, here's my story.

It all started on a Saturday night when my sister and I went to put on our pajamas. That night, I was in my room when I heard, "Jeff, can I come in and play with you?" said in a soft, gentle voice. It was my sister. "Sure, Julie, come in," I told her. I loved my little sister very much; we always played together. Every time I saw her in tight clothes hugging her budding breasts, my dick would get hard. We had never seen each other in pajamas before, but that night was different. When she entered the room, she was wearing a two-piece pajama set that hinted at the curves of her body. A twelve-year-old child, she was beginning to show a beautiful body, the most harmonious one I had ever seen.

Julie stood in my room looking at me, and I looked back at her. I felt my yearning dick stiffen in my pajamas and become so hard that its tip poked out of my pants. "What's that?" Julie asked me, pointing down at the little dick.

"Huh?" Surprised by the question, I looked down and saw that I was displaying a piece of my private life. I blushed. Then she asked, "Is that your dick?" "Yes, it is," I replied. "Why is it sticking out?" she asked, embarrassed. I was even more embarrassed to tell her it was because of her. I had no explanation for why I couldn't control my dick, so I didn't answer her question. "Does it hurt?" she continued, curious. "No, it just feels funny," I said. "Can I touch it?" she then asked, moving closer. It took me a few seconds to answer—we were both uncomfortable. "Okay, OK," I replied, not thinking about the consequences of Julie's actions.

With her fingertips, she touched the head of my penis, and I jumped from the fantastic feeling that washed over my body. "Does it hurt?" Julie asked when she saw my body's reaction to her fingers touching my dick. "No, just weird," I answered honestly. "Do you want me to continue?" she asked, already confident in my answer—it was clear from her fingers pulling the foreskin down my dick. My eyes answered her question. I closed them because a wonderful sensation filled my body. I didn't understand what I was feeling as Julie moved her fingers back and forth along my dick. I opened my eyes to look at her and saw two protruding points on her pajamas—her breasts stretching the fabric.

"This is magnificent, Julie," I said as she wrapped her fingers around my dick and cupped my balls in her palm. "I think I know how this is done," she replied and began a slow pumping motion on my dick. "I'm starting to like this," I continued.

Something prompted me to put my hands on her small breasts and squeeze. Her breasts were firm, and two tiny nipples pointing outward fit between my fingers. "Don't squeeze them too hard, it hurts," Julie said, feeling my touch.

"Jeff, Julie, what are you doing?"—those were my mom's words as she entered the room. She was surprised to see Julie and me touching each other's private parts but didn't yell at us. Stunned by Mom's appearance, my dick went limp in Julie's hand, and when she removed her hand, I quickly turned my back. "Julie, go to your room, Jeff, get to bed. We'll talk about this tomorrow," Mom said as she left my room.

Julie's face was red as she dashed out of my room. I lay in bed, thinking about what had happened. "Wow, that was good," I thought to myself. All night, I dreamed about my sister and what happened that evening. The next morning, when I woke up, I felt that my bed was wet and my pajama pants were too. I tasted the fluid with my fingers—it was sticky.

I went from my room to the living room to watch TV, and as I passed my mom's room, I heard, "Jeff, come here, please." I turned toward the voice and saw my mom lying in bed with a book.

"Jeff, we need to talk, sit next to me," she said, placing the book on the nightstand.

I then understood she wanted to talk about last night—but nothing more.

"I want to know what you and your sister were doing?"

"It was dirty."

"Yes, I saw. How did it start?"

"Julie came into my room, and I couldn't keep my dick down. She asked if she could touch it."

"Hmm. Did you like it?"

"Yes, I had a fantastic feeling."

"That's called 'pleasure.'"

"What is that?"

"Pleasure is when a girl or woman does something to your body, and your body tells you it likes it."

"You're not mad at us?"

"No, I was just surprised by what I saw last night."

"Mom, this morning when I woke up, my pants and bed were wet—why? Is it because of what happened?"

"Yes, because of that. It's called 'wet dreams,' all boys your age have them."

"Did that sticky stuff come from my dick?"

"Yes. It's called sperm, and it's what makes a woman pregnant."

"WHAT?"

Mom, continuing, told me to be careful. To not get a girl pregnant, I should wear a condom. She told me to be very careful with Julie—she could easily get pregnant because she wasn't on the pill.

"Do you want to learn more?"

"Learn about what?"

"Well, I can teach you how to get pleasure, how to give pleasure to a girl, and how to control yourself."

Mom caught me off guard when she moved her hand down my legs to my dick. With her other hand, she took one of mine and placed it between her legs. She took off her long nightgown, and I could see her naked body. My eyes widened as I saw my mom's body. A small patch of black hair covered what she called a "vagina." Her swollen breasts, which she called "titties," ended with brown nipples. "You can touch me if you like," she said softly and gently.

I bet none of my friends had a mom like mine. I slowly placed my left hand on her breasts as she unbuttoned the top of my pajamas. I immediately got aroused, and the pajamas painfully squeezed my gasping dick. Mom's titties and nipples hardened as I slowly, gently stroked them. Mom took off the top of my pajamas, her right hand's fingers under the pajama waistband reaching the head of my dick.

She pressed on my dick, sending a pulse of pleasure through my whole body. I let go of her titties and leaned back as Mom lay on top of me, not removing her right hand from my pants. I closed my eyes as she began kissing and licking my chest. Her tongue slowly slid to my navel, then around it. My body trembled with pleasure as the tip of my little dick rolled between Mom's fingers. I still kept my eyes closed, enjoying the pleasure Mom was giving me. Then I felt Mom kissing my dick through my pajama pants as she took them off. I was naked, my dick—hard as an iron bar and free from any pressure—or so I thought. I felt Mom's warm, wet tongue licking my balls. Surprised, I opened my eyes to see what she was doing. Mom's tongue moved from my balls to the tip of my dick, then swirled around it. Then her lips wrapped around the head, and I was amazed to see my dick enter Mom's mouth. She began pumping, moving up and down the entire length of my dick. The combination of her pumping and her tongue swirling around my dick made my pleasure rise even higher. I cried out as pressure from my balls surged to the tip of my dick, and I gripped the sheets as it became unbearable, and feeling an explosion—when something huge burst from the tip of my dick—I screamed even louder. Mom also cried out as the load rushed into her mouth. A huge stream erupted from my dick, and I watched in amazement as Mom swallowed it.

"Did you like that?" Mom asked. I couldn't answer—I was too scared and stunned. Looking down at my dick, I saw that this piece of skin and muscle, blue after Mom's delightful mouth, was still strong—even after everything Mom had done to it. "That was part one," she said. "Now—it's your turn," she continued, rolling onto her back.

Her legs were spread. "Well, kiss me down there," she said, pointing down at the black silky hair on her pubic area. With her fingers, she opened her vagina—that reddish love hole. Her other hand guided my head. My mouth touched her flesh, and she moaned. The smell of her vagina overwhelmed me. The contact of my lips with her pussy reawakened my senses. With the sounds of kisses from my mouth and her love spot, her moans grew louder. By then, my tongue escaped my open mouth and began licking around the red hole—sliding from the top of her pussy, down to her clit, and sometimes peeking into the opening. Mom's moans turned into squeals and growls. "Sweetie, go faster," she said hoarsely.

My tongue sped up, in and out of her love hole and up and down her clit. With both hands, she grabbed the back of my head and pushed my face hard into her vagina. Her hips jerked up and down, and salty fluid filled my mouth, a deep groan escaped Mom's throat, and her legs froze. I looked at her. Her face was smiling, and from that smile, I understood she was satisfied. Her brown nipples were taut. "Boy, you sure did me," she said, trying to catch her breath. "Keep it up—and other girls will be happy," she finally said when she was breathing calmly. "Is that all?" I asked, kneeling. "Well, no, that was part two. But if you want, we can stop here," she replied.

I was so aroused that my dick was pulsing, and I could feel the blood beating in its veins. I wanted to learn more. Who would teach me better than my mom? "What else can I do?" I asked. "Well, the last thing—in order, not importance!—is you have to put your dick inside a girl's belly. Try it now—stick your dick in me," she replied.

Until that day, I couldn't even imagine such a thing—my mom wanted me to fuck her. This part was quick—what else do you expect from an eighteen-year-old boy? I moved my dick closer to her pussy, inserted it, and began moving back and forth as she told me. After two or three such movements, I shot white onto Mom's belly and pubic hair. I counted five spurts, two big and three smaller. Mom's hands smeared my sperm all over her body—she enjoyed every spilled drop.

That's how I lost my innocence. I remembered that day forever. Such a Sunday morning is better than any TV.

On Monday, I returned from school at noon, earlier than my sister, and sat in front of the TV—watching MTV. When my sister came home, it was already one o'clock. "Hi, Jeff, where's Mom?" she asked. I turned my head, looked at her, and it was like I was HIT—I felt my dick tearing through my underwear. My sister was in her school uniform—a white blouse, gray skirt, and red jacket. For two long seconds, I stared at her, and only her voice snapped me out of my teenage sexual daydreams:

"Hey, are you going to answer me?"

"Oh, sorry. Mom left a note; she won't be back until nine tonight."

Julie threw her backpack on the floor, hung up her jacket, and sat next to me. I continued:

"Did Mom talk to you about that night, on Saturday?"

"Yes, and with you?"

"Yes. What did she tell you?"

"She asked me—if I was ready to take pills, about boys… and stuff like that."

She told me about the things Mom talked to her about—but I had already lost interest in her words because I noticed the outline of her bra through her white semi-transparent blouse. I could even see two little bumps on her breasts. My dick twitched as I glanced at Julie. My eyes stopped at her legs. Julie was sitting facing me, crossing her legs, and her legs were partially exposed. I didn't know what happened to me then, but I remember it every time I see my sister—I leaned in to kiss my sister, my left hand slid up her thigh under her skirt to her secret spot. When my lips pressed against hers, Julie, surprised by my move, jumped back. The only sound she made was a muffled groan of surprise. Julie looked at me gently. I understood she liked the first touches.

I couldn't hold back any longer. I wrapped my right arm around her neck, pulled her closer, and began kissing her. She closed her eyes, allowing me to continue. My tongue slipped into her tender mouth. My left hand slid over her breasts, caressing her bra through the white fabric of her blouse. Her nipples slowly swelled as I rubbed them. Julie moaned. Her breasts grew firmer with each second, already tight in her bra. On my part, I was aroused. Light as a feather, I circled my fingers around her nipples and didn't stop until her breasts tensed, then unbuttoned her blouse from top to bottom and opened it. My sister's breathing grew heavier as her bare skin felt the cold air. The combination of my moist breath and cold air on her neck and chest made her shiver, her arms and stomach covered in goosebumps. When I began gently kissing her breast through her bra, she laid her head back on the couch. With my left hand, I undid the front clasp of her bra. As if by magic, the cups slid to her back, revealing the silky skin of her breasts and pink nipples.

I kissed them. The sweet taste of her breasts and nipples in my mouth made my dick pulse harder in my pants. Julie's moans grew louder as I swirled my tongue around her nipple. Simultaneously, my left hand, moving under her skirt, along her thighs reached her crotch. In response, Julie spread her legs wider so my hand could move freely. My index finger caressed her crotch, and my hand slid over her white cotton panties. This combination made Julie breathe heavily.

The index finger of my left hand pushed the cotton fabric into Julie's vagina, and my hand pressed harder on her crotch. The lips of her vagina yielded to my finger, and I felt the clit rolling beneath it. Julie jumped again and squealed. Her right hand gripped the couch arm, and her left—my knee. I continued rubbing her clit with my finger, and my fingers felt her panties getting wet.

"Jeff, what are you doing to me?" she asked in a trembling voice. "Do you like it? Mom calls it masturbation," I replied as I pulled my lips away from her right breast. "It feels awfully good inside me," she said, shortening her words to fit between breaths. "Do you want me to stop?" I asked her. "I don't know, I'm not sure," Julie said. For

a few seconds, she was embarrassed. "Remember last Saturday night?" I asked, continuing to gently rub her clit and pussy through her panties.

"In your room?"

"Yes, when you took my dick in your hand."

"Yes, I remember."

"If you want, you can touch it."

"Are