Mom instructed and guided me with her experience and maternal instinct, softly whispering along the lines of: “Deep and hard, yes, just like that. Long thrusts, all the way. You can go faster, but take it easy, don’t rush it; we have all the time in the world. Just follow the rhythm of my hips, pumpkin. Yes, yes”.
The way mom’s hips moved taught me all about the magic that was love, and I learned easily and well, following their motions. “Hmm-h. Yes. Like that. Good” mom commented, as natural instincts totally took over. Mom’s large breasts were so soft and heavy they didn’t stay still under the force of my thrusts, and the motion was captivating to me as I repeatedly drove myself towards heaven.
I lasted surprisingly long, thanks again to mom’s help, but finally the ache in my balls became unbearable and I moaned: “H-here it comes, mom, just for you,” and then it happened; my first time. My entire body bucked, concentrating on my hips, driving them forward hard, and I whimpered from the immense feeling of the rush as I fired my warmth back into my mother’s womb with such a force it made her thighs twitch.
“Nnh! Mom! A-anh!” I groaned as I tightly held onto my mother’s hips and, instinctively timing the thrusts with the rhythm of my ejaculations as was natural, repeatedly rammed into her so hard her heavy breasts bounced. Mom breathed in deep sighs and her hips moved in mysterious ways which felt like wonderful tightening and shuddering ripples around me as I sent all my love and affection into her in copious bursts.
“That’s it, darling. Good. Good” mom whispered to me as I finished with a hard, desperate thrust that sent the last remnants of my sperm as deep as possible, and then slowly pulled out. I cuddled against her soft breasts, with my thoughts and gaze still lingering on the beauty between her legs. She took my hand and laid it on her belly, against her womb now containing a warm memory of me.
“It wasn’t so bad after all even with just mom, or was it?” she asked, smiling.
“I-” I started, biting my lip sheepishly, “It was wonderful, mom”.
“That’s good. You’ll have many long years to spend with pretty girls, don’t worry if it doesn’t happen right away”.
“Yes, mom, I can see that now. Thank you so much”.
“I have a little more advice if you care,” she said.
I believed it to be worthwhile after my recent experience, and agreed. Mom turned and pulled me with her, onto my back and kissed me. I felt her hand touch my balls, gently. She held them with motherly care, fondling with her fingers in a skillful fashion which caused a new tingling warmth come rushing to my testicles to replace what I had ejaculated earlier.
“Blowjobs are a good measure of a girl’s character, you know, so it’s a good idea to try to get her give you one, when you find a girlfriend. If she constantly keeps refusing, or doesn’t swallow, you might start having thoughts on how much in love she is with you despite what she might tell you” mom explained.
“Oh, I see” I answered with deep interest, as mom’s soft wet lips started a track of little kisses that were constantly going lower towards the obvious destination.