Strangely, moisture began forming in her panties, making her slightly uncomfortable. Yet as a dedicated mother, she continued. Alternating between licking the center and sucking the ‘clitoris,’ she made sure Kyle observed these intermediate techniques, which never failed to get her off.
After several minutes of giving pleasure to the fruit, Jenna paused for breath. Peach juice dribbled down her chin.
“Look at my chin, Kyle,” she said, somewhat breathlessly. “This is how you should look after taking care of Sigu.”
After wiping her finger across the errant nectar, she licked it clean while winking at her son. Having finished the brief oral demonstration, Jenna was mildly amused to see that Kyle was a bit rattled, in a sexual way. She knew she was an attractive woman, but she never expected her son to notice, or have deviant thoughts about her.
“Now you try it,” she said, flipping the peach to the other side, then handing it to him.
He took it and froze. “Mom, it’s too embarrassing.”
“Do you want to keep Sigu? Or do you want to masturbate in front of the computer for the rest of your life?”
“Fine, here it goes. Tell me how I do.”
When it was Kyle’s turn, he smashed the tip of his tongue against the open fruit. After several short licks, he used his hand to force the peach against his mouth, instead of using his mouth on the peach. There was absolutely no finesse involved. As a result, the peach became pulverized.
Jenna immediately felt a twinge of pity for Sigu.
“Not like that!” Jenna was definitely miffed. “You’ve ruined the peach!
“What did you expect when you devastated the other side? It’s not a real vagina, it’s a peach. It can only withstand so much pressure.”
“That’s irrelevant. Going down on a woman requires patience and skill. Be gentle and loving. Show her that you love her and care about her pleasure.”
“Maybe my tongue is just stronger than yours,” Kyle joked.
“Was that sarcasm?”
“I gave it a lick and this is what happened. The peach is literally falling apart.”
She sighed. “You’re right. Put it on the table before it drips on the carpet.”
Kyle put the battered peach on the table. “Sigu once told me that my cock is talented, but my mouth… not so much.”
“Nonsense,” Jenna replied. “No one is inherently blessed with cunnilingus superpowers. With anything, you need to study and practice.”
Jenna wasn’t quite sure that was true. In her heart of hearts, she knew that people have different sexual strengths. But in the interest of helping Kyle, she told the small fib.
“Well, I have nothing to practice on now,” Kyle stated.
In the heat of the moment, Jenna made a decision she knew she’d regret when this was over. Before changing her mind, she dug her fingers into her pants and panties. In one swift movement, she pulled the clothing down to her ankles before removing them entirely. Left completely bare from the waist down, Kyle had a clear view of her neatly trimmed pubic hairs and parts of her labia.
“Holy shit!” he gasped.
Jenna got comfortable sitting bare bottomed. “No more excuses. You now have access to the real thing. Get on your knees and I’ll let you practice on me. I fully expect you to be mature about this.”