How Embarrassing 3

An experience shared by Ed:

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This is the next installment after those first two weeks where my relationship with my Mum had become sexual. How Embarrassing and How Embarrassing 2 provide the settings for what I tell below. The titles may be simple and not original, but it signifies how mortified and embarrassed I was when I turned around in front of Mum that first time with a massive erection. It is that sole incident that started this off.

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The next few days saw me feeling much better with the chicken pox with the spots getting less and less. I know I could have dried myself, but I was perfectly happy letting Mum continue to dry me. Yes, those few days saw Mum fussing over me, drying me and then our masturbation sessions, in her (and Dad’s) bedroom. I would be totally nude after my bath, and Mum usually in one of her tight mini-skirts and topless. I loved the Johnson’s Baby Lotion so much that Mum used it every day to masturbate me. She sometimes let me stay to watch her masturbate while I masturbated too (usually with one of her bras), but it was her usual way, face down with her skirt on, but that little mewling crying sound she made when she orgasmed was arousing me more and more.

So this had carried on about the same for almost a week. By Wednesday of my 4th week off school, my spots were gone and I was feeling 100%. The one thing that had changed slightly was Mum seemed to be much more relaxed and she was very touchy and caring, and not just in the sexual way. She was always checking on me, telling me how proud she was of me, how much she loved me and how I had matured. She hugged me all the time and liked to hold me close. She did tell me that she was so impressed I had grown from a beautiful baby into a strong man, and that someone she cradled and nursed so long ago, could have grown up so much. I thought it was strange when she told me she was so happy she breastfed me as she believed it provided a beautiful bond. I didn’t think much of it – just that it was a little strange – but as she was being very loving and caring I also thought it was cute.

Some other things changed about Mum too. She had always been cool about me having girly magazines or commenting on sexy girls on TV, but now she commented more often, too. She even dropped little tid bits of information about her and dad having so much more sex now, which I liked hearing about. Our kisses were on the lips now, nothing too romantic but they did linger a little longer. There had been quite a change in Mum over the past week and half or so. I couldn’t believe it when she even gave me some XXX-rated porno mags from my dad’s collection. She said they were his older ones, as he gets new ones every month or so. I was over the moon. Here was Mum giving me magazines with names like “Private,” “Anal Sex,” “New Cunts,” and “Teenage Sex,” but she tells me her and dad look at them. If there was a sexy girl on TV, Mum will even come up with a “Nice tits on her” sort of comment every so often.

Mum was also dressing a little sexier, and even had some sun dresses which were very revealing, particularly as she seemed to be going braless a lot. Mum was still giving Dad a blow job just about every night when he got home, and they did seem to be having noisier sex more often, which I wasn’t minding hearing at all.

Just a word about Mum and Dad: she was 41 at this time and dad 56. They married when she was 21 and I am their only child. Mum was 24 when she had me. As you would have read, Mum often calls me baby when she was masturbating me or watching me masturbate. She has always called me baby and still does sometimes (but only when I visit, not in public, thank goodness!). So, whilst it is a term of affection, it does still have strong sexual connotations for me, even now. Mum was slim with C-cup breasts and light brown hair, and about 5’6.” Dad was always a little stocky, but very fit and not fat at all and about 5’9.” I was about 5’8” and slim, not skinny but certainly not fat. Mum told me that my cock was similar in size to my dad’s, but his was much thicker. I don’t know why, but I liked her telling me those sorts of things.

Anyway, I was thinking I was heading back to school the next day. I had had my bath in the morning, and our masturbation session after that, but in the afternoon Mum got me to strip off in her room so she could inspect my sores. There were none there, all had cleared up and I was feeling fine. I did start getting an erection for a few reasons: I was naked; Mum was inspecting me all over (touching me too); she was bending over in a sun dress with no bra on, and I was hoping she would get the baby lotion out!

“You look fine,” she said, “but I reckon you might as well have the next few days off to fully recover. You can go back to school next Monday.”

I played it rather cool, while my erection was getting larger and replied, “Are you sure, Mum, I’ve missed heaps of school already.”

“It’s fine, baby,” she said. “Stay home with me.” With that she told me to get dressed, and to take care of my erection myself if I needed as dad will be home soon. Later that night, I went to bed with very pleasant thoughts.

The next day I got up and Mum was fussing all over me. Breakfast, chatting with her in a nightie and short robe, nothing sexy, but still nice. After a while I heard Mum running a bath.

“I thought you might like a nice relaxing bath instead of those ones you’ve been having to help with your sores. A lovely warm soaking bath for my baby.”

Of course I started getting excited and walked to the bathroom to find the bath full of bubbles, with a nice fluffy towel on the bench.

I stripped (I admit it, I was rock hard) and hopped in the bath. Mum told me to relax and enjoy a good soak and she was going to have a shower. The disappointing thing was the shower was behind me. I heard her turn it on, and walk to her room to (I presume) strip off, and then hop in the shower. My Mum was naked in the shower right behind me, and I was cursing that frosted crazed sort of glass the screens were made from. Anyway she finished after a few minutes and must have gone to her room to dry off. She came back in wearing her sheer robe (it was sheer black with red flowers on it and red silk trim) with nothing underneath.

She sat on the end of the bath and asked if I was enjoying it.

“Yes, it’s wonderful to feel better,” I said as I was fluffing bubbles around the place.

“Baby, I have loved what we’ve been doing, I know I shouldn’t have, but looking after you while you have been sick was wonderful. I hated seeing you so ill, but loved having to look after you, dry you and care for you. I felt like I was so needed and important to you, so close to you.” I sat in the bath and nodded and smiled.

She continued. “That day when you turned around and were erect was so much of a shock, I was stunned. I’m so sorry, but it was a shock. I couldn’t believe you turned around and there it was. When you started stroking it, I was stunned. I should have told you to stop and left the bathroom. I was so surprised I couldn’t move, but I felt something strange, too. I was also proud that my caring for you excited you in that way. I raised you from a baby, looking after everything for you, breast feeding you, changing you, nursing you to sleep; and now you were in front of me, so much the man.” I was silent, Mum was pouring her heart out to me and I was so proud of her. She went on “Seeing you like that was wonderful, so hard, so manly. I couldn’t believe you were just standing there all hard because of me. It made me feel like I was wanted and I had done a good job caring for you.” She told me again she was proud of me. She crouched down beside the bath and kissed me on the lips. The thing I was thinking was that Mum was certainly making things happen; after the initial shock, she wanted things to happen. What happened next, explained a lot – maybe not at the exact moment, but later that night, when I was alone, things made a little more sense; and gave me a lot to look forward to.

Taking the kiss as a prompt, I stood up in the bath, and Mum rubbed a wash cloth all over me to get rid of the excess bubbles. I’m sure she paid extra attention to my erection! She ordered me out of the bath and to her room as she picked up the biggest fluffy towel I had ever seen. Mum said she bought it new for me. Rather than patting me dry, she wrapped the towel around me from behind and started gently rubbing me dry. It felt wonderful. Not only was the towel nice, but Mum was hugging me, from behind then the front. She rubbed my chest with the towel, then my abs, then my cock and balls, then legs.

I was standing totally nude with a massive throbbing erection. Mum was kneeling down then stood up and hugged me again, wearing nothing but her robe. She moved a hand to my cock and stroked it gently. She kissed my cheek, then my lips and said, “I love you, baby,” and stood back and dropped her robe. For the first time I was seeing Mum fully naked. She’d masturbated me, I’d cum on her face (that first time), seen her topless over the past 2 weeks or so, and regularly cum all over her tits, but never had I seen her fully nude.

I stood there feeling sick with excitement, my head spinning. She grabbed my hands and put them to her breasts, being the first time I had actually touched her like that. She and I then hugged. I could feel her breasts against me, my cock was pressed against her tummy. She kissed my neck and told me she was proud of me, and was proud she excited me, and that I needed her comfort, too.

Mum knelt down and started stroking my cock. All I wanted to do was look at her naked pussy. She was totally naked kneeling down in front of me, and I knew to look in the mirror. I could see in the mirror her naked arse spread as she crouched down and pulled my cock. I was overly excited, but knew today was a little different.

I wanted the comfort of Mum’s hand on my cock with the Johnson’s Baby Lotion, which she didn’t have with her like she usually did. I asked her, “Do you want me to get the lotion?” She said, “No, not this morning, baby.” My teenage brain was going a million miles an hour, thinking yes today is going to be different.

I had just seen Mum totally nude, felt her breasts, been hugged from all directions, dried and stroked by my own mother. I had been with girls before, but nothing beyond a French kiss and a cuddle, a bit of tit fondling and a little fingering of pussy. I’d had one girl stroke my cock through my pants while making out but that was it.

Mum was still masturbating me. I so desperately wanted the baby lotion, but all of a sudden my totally naked Mum kissed the end of my cock, she then licked it along the shaft. She had my balls in one hand and was licking my shaft and kissing my knob. I was feeling so light headed I thought I was going to faint. My stomach was doing flip flops, my cock was throbbing, and that’s all I really felt or cared about at that second. Mum, kissed my knob and then slid her mouth over my whole cock. I could feel her gag a little as she sucked all of me into her mouth. She then took my cock from her mouth and said, “Are you okay, baby?” She then sucked my entire cock into her mouth and throat. I just nodded. Mum was in total control of me, I was at her mercy.

My naked Mum was sucking my cock. One hand was stroking the shaft, the other was wandering all over my arse; scrunching and grabbing my cheeks, then stroking my balls. I was in heaven and about to faint. Over the couple of weeks, I had only really thought about what had happened and not what might happen. These thoughts of what had happened usually turned me on enough to wank and cum numerous times, often with Mum’s bra or panties wrapped around my cock, or looking at the porno magazines she had given me; but reality was taking over.

She kept sucking and stroking. She moved one hand down to her pussy and was rubbing it. I’d only caught a glimpse of it when she dropped her robe but there was a little triangle of hair above the slit. Her other hand was fondling my balls, my cock in her mouth, her head bobbing up and down on my cock. No matter how hard I tried to hold out, I was too excited. I knew I was going to spurt very, very soon. I was moaning, “Mum…Mum.” Mum was sucking all of me into her mouth. It was too much. All I could say was: “Mum, oh Mum, oh Mummmmmm, sorry Mummmmm,” as I ejaculated into her mouth. She sucked on my cock and swallowed as she knelt there. Some cum dribbled from her mouth onto her tits, but she kept my cock in her mouth. She then took her mouth off my cock and held it, licking the knob. She swallowed the jizz that was left in her mouth and rubbed what was on her tits into her skin. One thing I had noticed is that every time I had cum on her tits, she rubbed the cum all over her, rubbing it into her skin.

She stood up and hugged me. “I love you, baby.” She kissed my cheek, and then my lips. We hugged each other, our naked bodies touching. “I love it that I excite you,” she said. “I love you, I just love you.”

I told her I couldn’t believe what had happened over the past two weeks and that I was so happy. We were still hugging, I kissed her neck and then downwards to her breasts. I held one breast in my hand and started licking and sucking the nipple of the other. Mum moaned. I continued to suck on her tit, bouncing the other in my hand. If nothing else happened I was in heaven anyway – Mum totally nude, my first blow job ever, I came in Mum’s mouth, and now I was playing with her tits. I knew it was my Mum, but she was also a very sexy lady and wanted to do these sexy things with me.

But Mum was definitely in charge. She stopped me and took the covers off the bed, piled the pillows up and sat up against them. She told me she had thought about this a lot and wanted this so much, as she sat there and cupped her breast, tweaking her nipples. She indicated for me to lay across her, she held me with her left arm as I leant across her. She was sort of cradling me to her, and placed her nipple in my mouth. Her right hand went directly to my cock and stroked me slowly. I had my right arm around her, and my left hand played with her right tit.

After sucking for about a minute, she took her nipple from my mouth and gave me some simple instructions to change my sucking style. It’s too hard to explain, but it was the position of my tongue and how much actual areola I had in my mouth. Anyway, I must have got it right, as when I recommenced sucking Mum seemed to love it. She alternated between touching her breast and moving it whilst I was sucking on it (sort of wiggling the nipple in my mouth), asking me if I was okay and then reaching down and stroking my cock. I was in heaven!

Mum was also saying things like: “You like that baby? You like Mummy’s breast?” She was moaning as well. She said, “Suckle Mummy. Suckle Mummy’s breast. Mummy loves you.” Strangely, lying there sucking her breast, I noticed she referred to herself as “Mummy,” something that she hadn’t done before.

I sucked, or as Mum had said “suckled” for what seemed like ages. Mum moaned more and more, still telling me to “Suckle Mummy.” Then I heard Mum start to make that mewling crying sound, and it was getting louder. Her hand action on my cock got quicker and quicker, her mewling cry seemed more frantic and she moaned this quite guttural moan, which sent me over the top. I came all over the sheets and Mum’s arm. I sucked on her tit harder, as she began to shudder. Mum pushed me from her nipple saying, “Oh, baby. Oh, baby. Oh, fuck. Oh, baby.”

I sat up a little and Mum hugged me to her, she was almost crying. She was still shaking, in the throes of her orgasm. She said, “Oh, baby,” and kissed me on the lips. I sat up and moved back a little. I was getting my first proper look at Mum totally naked – full frontal, everything. Her pussy was glistening with juice and it seemed to be leaking out of her, but I also noticed the massive wet spot on the sheets. Mum said, “That made me so horny, baby. I came so much. You’re such a good boy. I loved you suckling on Mummy, suckling Mummy’s breast.”

I sat on the bed just looking at Mum. She was very flushed. I’d seen her before after she’d masturbated herself, but she seemed a little different. She said she had just had one of the best orgasms ever. We talked a little just sitting there, both of us naked on the bed. She said she usually came when she had sex with Dad and from masturbating, but some of the best orgasms were from breastfeeding me when I was a baby. She said she last fed me when I was two, and that just about every time I suckled as a baby she either got really, really aroused and had to get Dad to have sex with her, or masturbate herself after feeding me, but a lot of the time she used to orgasm while I was at her breast. She even told me that sometimes she and Dad would have sex whilst she fed me. She said that today’s effort took her back to that time, that nurturing caring time.

I told her I loved it and that I was so impressed with her orgasm and I loved suckling her. I kissed her on the lips and whispered, “I love you, Mummy.” Things had definitely changed. Mum was certainly in charge but I felt more confident. Mum had been making things happen with me over the past two weeks. She had really been honest and opened up to me, which was very touching. I was a willing participant for sure, but knowing Mum was so impressed with me was amazing. That horny teenager in me was feeling quite proud.

I moved myself to a kneeling position in front of Mum. I had gotten hard again and wanted her to see it. This caused her to have to spread her legs and I could see her pussy better. I reached out and touched her breasts. She didn’t stop me. I played with one breast and began stroking my cock as I kneeled on the bed between Mum’s spread legs. I moved a little more towards her while stroking my cock. She said nothing but leaned forward a little and just started sucking me off. Mum moved one of her hands down to her pussy and started playing with herself. She slid two fingers in her. I was finally seeing her finger fuck herself.

For a 17 year old who never had much luck with girls I was in heaven! Mum must have been in heaven too, because after a few minutes I heard that mewling sound welling up from her. She continued to suck my cock, her fingers moving faster and faster in her pussy. I reached down and fondled her tits and pinched her nipples. Next thing she was having another orgasm, but she was doing this with my cock in her mouth. It felt amazing.

Whilst she was cumming she slid down until she was almost lying down, my cock slipped from her mouth. We kissed. I moved until I was between her spread legs and was stroking my cock. She was lewdly spread in front of me, her fingers in her pussy still. She smiled. I stroked my cock. She said one word to me: “Please.” I moved forward. She looked at my cock, then up at me and said, “Please, baby, please,” as she removed her fingers from her pussy.

With that, I moved forward, and slid my cock into her. Her pussy felt great. I thought Mum’s mouth felt great but once inside her it was heaven. We were missionary and she wrapped her legs around me and I fucked my Mum, slowly, fast, then slow again, not really knowing what to do. She whispered to me, “Fuck me, baby. Fuck me, baby.” I was feeling so good, so excited, so naughty. I was slowly fucking her and grabbed her breast and started to suck on her nipple again, she moaned and said, “Mummy loves that.” I licked and sucked her tit whilst fucking her. I kept sucking on her tit and she said, “Baby, if you’re going to suckle, we’ll do it properly.” With that she got me off her, piled the pillows back up and had me lie against them, half lying down half sitting up. This was a position she obviously liked. She then sat on my cock and moved around a little, a sort of grinding motion.

Once she was happy with the position, she cupped her breast and tweaked her nipple a couple of times. She then guided her nipple into my mouth. I began to suckle as she had instructed me to before, and she was pressing her nipple into my mouth and her breast against my lips. She had two fingers from the hand cupping her breast under my chin, rubbing me, sort of tickling my chin. I distinctly remember those fingers rubbing me under my chin, it was like she was encouraging me to suckle her tit. She was saying for me to “Suckle Mummy,” and grinding away on my cock.

From a crude perspective, I had a mouth full and face full of tit, my cock was buried to the hilt inside a tight wet pussy, and a sexy woman was moaning and grinding away on me. This was all great, but it was my Mum and it felt so much more than a fuck (not that I had ever had one before to compare it to). Mum continued to grind away, and have me suckle on her breast. She then offered me her other breast and I suckled more. She continued to grind on my cock.

Her moaning started to turn into the mewling sound and she grinded harder on my cock. She pressed her breast into my mouth and face even harder and said, “Good boy, suckle Mummy’s breast, suckle Mummy’s breast, baby,” and that was it. She cried and I’m sure I heard her say fuck as she came whilst riding me. She started bouncing a little, my mouth still firmly sucking her tit, and then I felt a warm wet flooding sensation around my cock. Her nipple slipped from my mouth as she grabbed me around the head, my face in between both her boobs, her bouncing a little as I felt warm liquid sensation all over my cock and balls.

Her pussy had gone from tight feeling to all puffy and wet, I mean soaking wet, and very slippery. I could hardly feel anything but wetness and slipperiness. It wasn’t tight and snug like when I first put my cock in her. Mum sat up and said that was just amazing. She was very flushed. She got off me, my cock slipped from her easily and was glistening with her juices. She asked if I had cum, which I hadn’t, and she promptly started masturbating me. It wasn’t long and what little jizz I had left gave a spurt from my cock onto my tummy and over her hand. She rubbed her hands all over her breasts and we lay next to each other for ages, nothing was said.

Mum got up, and kissed my cheek, said “I love you baby,” and kissed my lips. We kissed and cuddled for a while, then Mum got up and put her sheer robe on. We had lunch, her in her robe, me just in boxer shorts. We went back to her room, stripped, kissed and hugged. We spent the rest of the afternoon nude, cuddling, kissing and talking. She cuddled me to her and had me suckle her breast again. This time Mum had gotten the Johnson’s Baby Lotion out and masturbated me while I suckled. We both orgasmed again, me suckling her breast and her wanking me.

It seems Mum always wanted to nurture me, and had wanted to achieve those suckling orgasms again, but nothing had presented itself until I got ill and turned around that day with an erection. Mum and I shared a lot together, all my serious firsts were with her. I consider it a privilege to have had a chance at such nurturing and special love. There were ups and downs involved in our relationship after these events happened and it took quite some time to work out how to manage it all. A horny 17 year old can be a little much to handle sometimes. My relationship with Mum taught me so much too, and not just about sex, although she was a damn good teacher!

As I have mentioned this was the start of an amazing relationship for the next two years and beyond that. I am 37 now, Mum 61 and dad 75. They still live in the same house, although it has been renovated very nicely. From what I know they still have a very good sex life. I have been married to a beautiful woman for 17 years, and have a 15 year old daughter.

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