KLRXO Stories

Chapter 59: Learning all about sex...from Mom_1

Learning all about sex...from Mom

By Klrxo

"She's pretty isn't she?" Monica asked, squeezing her son's hand tenderly.

Derek had been sitting in his wheelchair eyeballing a girl at the basketball game. "Yeah...she's ok," he

said, a tad embarrassed that his mom had noticed.

"Well she must be more than ok, you've been checking her out the whole game," Monica teased.

"No I haven't," he giggled.

The loving mother fed her boy a sympathetic smile, showing her gleaming white teeth. Her pretty face was

framed by dark wavy hair and brown eyes gazed through long fluttering lashes. Friends had often told her

she looked like a 38 year old brunette version of the actress Connie Britton. "Honey, it's ok, you're allowed

to check out girls bodies. That's what boys do."

"He's so adorable. All these cute teenaged girls floating around and he can't help but drool. He's no

different that any other boy his age. Why not tease him," Monica thought.

Monica leaned over, coming close to his ear. Derek couldn't help but notice how her tan cleavage bulged as

she inadvertently squashed both her boobs together between her arms. He could smell her sweet perfume,

feel her hot breath at his ear. "Bet you'd love her long tan legs locked around you."

Slightly embarrassed, he giggled and shook his head.

Still at his ear, Monica smiled naughtily, savoring his reaction. "Clutching you while you bury your face

between those big fucking tits, " Monica's voice said teasingly as she her own areola hardened beneath her

silk bra.

"Mooom!" Derek blushed. It wasn't very often he heard his mom say the F word, especially in that context.

Monica giggled. "What? You know it's true. You should ask her out on a date."

"Are you kidding? Brandi is captain of the cheerleading sqaud and I'm in a wheelchair. She would never

even think about going out with me."

"Hmmmnn, Well just so you know, I was captain of the cheerleader squad and if you had asked me out in

high school, wheelchair or not, I would have said yes," Monica said.

"Yeah, out of pity."

"No silly, out of attraction. Sweetie, you are a VERY handsome young man and not only would I have let

you take me out. After our date...I would have wheeled you somewhere private and let you fuck the shit out

of me," Monica said with a cute giggle.

"Oh my God Monica, what the fuck has gotten into you?" Monica thought, as shocked at her word as her

son was.

"Geez, Mom!" Derek said timidly. He couldn't help but think about his beautiful mom as a cheerleader,

picturing her his age, throwing her luscious legs way up into the air limberly, like cheerleaders do.

Monica giggled at his timidness. "I'm gonna go check on your little brother. I expect you to stop being a

chicken and ask Miss Brandi out on a date before I get back."

Monica gave her boy a peck on the cheek, then stood from the bottom bleacher and strode away. Derek

took a second to admire his sexy mom as she walked off. The buxom brunette was wearing a short skirt,

which left her silken tan legs on display. Her little tan bare feet with pink painted toenails were propped

sexily in a pair of high heeled flip flops. The swell of her mommy-buttocks was full and meaty, swaying as

she walked.

"Damn, I bet Mom was a hot cheerleader, "Derek thought, trying to imagine her big boobs swinging around

in a cheerleader's uniform.

Monica peeked back over her shoulder and smiled when she saw her son's eyes glued to her swaying ass.

"All these cute girls and my boy is staring at MY ass. Monica, you still got it girl," she thought.

Derek looked back over at Brandi, finding her standing alone. This was his chance. He wheeled up to her

bravely. "Hey Brandi."

The tan blonde peeked over her shoulder, eyeballing Derek pathetically. "Hey."

"Good game, huh?"

"Yup," Brandi said, doing her best to ignore him.

Derek could smell her sweet perfume. Her strong bronze legs rose from sexy feet like his moms. They were

propped in pink high heeled flip flops. "Damn, i bet she can prop her sexy legs back sooo far," he thought.

He mustered up all the courage he could. "Hey, um...I was just wondering if you'd umm...I don't know, like

maybe wanna go out sometime, catch a movie or something?"

Brandi gave him an amused look. "You're kidding right?"

"Uh no, not really."

"You're in a fucking wheelchair. You're a loser. Why would I date you?" she said with an ugly scowl.

Derek's face turned a shade of red. This wasn't the outcome he was hoping for. "I don't know, I just

thought..."

Brandi's two friends arrived, both hot girls and also cheerleaders. They looked at Derek

questionjngly. "What the fuck is this?" one of them asked.

Brandi smiled wickedly at her friends. "Wheelchair boy here is trying to ask me out."

Both girls burst out laughing. "Oh my God, are you fucking serious!" one said.

"I know right?" Brandi said, her big ripe tits jiggling as she laughed.

One of the girls glared nastily at Derek. "Honey, you shouldn't be asking anyone out. You should just be

parked in a dark corner somewhere jerking your pathetic dick off."

"If he can even feel it," Brandi said, making them giggle. "Get me away from this fucking worm."

The girls strode away. One of them looked back and extended the middle finger. "Fuck off, loser!"

Near the bleachers Monica stood next to her husband, who was chatting with another dad. She watched her

four year old run about crazily. "PJ, don't swing on that honey."

Brandi and her friends wandered over and just happened to stand near Monica. "I can't believe that crippled

actually thought he'd have a fucking chance with me," Brandi said.

"Total fucking loser," one of her friend said.

"He couldn't possibly think any girl in her right mind is ever gonna go out with him, let alone fuck him."

Overhearing this, Monica's stomach sunk. She clenched her fists angrily. It was all she could do to go over

and slap the bitch. "That fucking cunt!" She thought.

"Hey Brandi," a cute guy in basketball uniform said, stepping up to the blonde.

"Hey Steve. Nice job out there."

"Thanks."

Brandi gazed up at him adoringly, stroking his cheek. "Wanna hang out later? Maybe take a drive out to

Thompson Pond?"

Monica scowled. She knew Thompson Pond well. It was where high school kids would go to fuck. "That

fucking bitch," she thought.

When she met back up with Derek, Monica didn't ask him if he had asked Brandi out. She knew the

outcome and didn't wanna embarrass him further. The mother was still fuming the next day while having

coffee with her friend Kathy.

"Maybe it's a good thing, Monica. I mean, do you really want some snot-nose bitch teaching Derek to

fuck?" Kathy said.

"No, I suppose your right, it's just so unfair. Derek deserves to fuck just as much as any other boy his age,

but with his disability, he may never get a piece of ass."

"Oh Monica, yes he will. Derek's adorable."

"I know he is...and can you imagine if he was good in bed? He'd have girls beating down my door to fuck. I

have a good mind to say screw it all and teach him to fuck myself."

Kathy smiled and shrugged her shoulders. "Why don't you? It's not that uncommon you know. Gail

Thompson was fucking her son before he went off to college."

"I know, my sister Theresa took her son to Boys Sexually Training Camp last summer. She came back

pregnant. The problem is they were doing it behind her husbands back," Monica said.

Kathy giggled. "It's only a problem if you get caught."

"If I'm gonna teach Derek to fuck, I would rather do it with Ken's blessing."

Kathy burst out laughing. "Good luck with that one."

"It can't hurt to try," Monica said.

In bed that night Monica gazed over at her husband with concern. "I'm worried about Derek."

Her husband Ken looked up from his laptop. "Why, what's wrong?"

"He's eighteen years old and I'm pretty sure he's still a virgin."

Ken laughed. "Monica, there's nothing wrong with being a virgin at his age."

"Ken, you know that's not true. Our son should be getting fucked, just like all the other boys his age."

"Jesus, Monica, do you have to make it sound so crude?"

She rolled her eyes. "Fine, he should be getting laid, made love to, whatever. The point is he's not...and he

should be."

Ken smirked sarcastically. "Fine, we'll hire him a call girl or something."

Monica slapped her hubby on the arm playfully. "Ken, gross, no! I don't want my son's first time to be with

some diseased whore."

"Okay, then he better get a date with one of the girls at school I guess. Maybe there's one that could show

him the ropes."

"Ok,.here goes. Be brave, Monica." the mother thought.

Monica looked at her husband innocently. "I actually have a better idea, that I wanted to talk to you about,

but I need you to promise first that you'll keep an open mind."

"Ok, I can be pretty open minded. What's your idea?"

Monica took a deep breath. "We both know that since the accident Derek is at a serious disadvantage when

it comes to getting girls. However, even in a wheelchair, he has the potential to be an amazing lover. If he

learns the skills he could have girls lined up to fuck him."

"Monica."

The housewife rolled her eyes. "Sorry, have sex with him."

Ken fed her a confused look. "Ok, so where are you going with all this?"

"We both agree that Derek needs is a sexual education, someone to teach him control, stamina, all the tricks

to pleasuring a woman. Summer vacation is coming up next week. PJ will still be in preschool every day

until noon and you'll be working, so Derek and I will be here alone every morning."

"So what is it you're getting at?" Ken asked.

Monica took a deep breath. "I'd like to let Derek use my body this summer, to practice on."

"Your body?! Monica, have you lost your mind?"

"No, think about it, it makes perfect sense. Educational sex isn't the same as real sex, you know that...and

right now what Derek needs is a warm place to put his erection. A place that's safe and he can take his time

and really practice," Monica explained.

"NO...No fucking way, he's your son for fucks sake," Ken said, in disbelief that his own wife would make

such a request..

"Yes, he is my son and what kind of mother would I be if I didn't help him out with this?"

"Fine, if you're that concerned, we'll find someone to teach him," Ken said.

"Ken, No!"

"Some how-to videos then."

"NO! He needs experience."

"Not with his mother, that's just wrong. Jesus, Monica, you should be ashamed of yourself for even

suggesting it.

Monica slipped her naked body out of bed, throwing on her silk robe. "Damn you. I knew you were gonna

be a selfish fuck about this."

"You would be too. The idea's insane. Where are you going?"

"Fuck you, Ken!" Monica said, marching out the door.

Monica slept on the couch that night. Around 2am she heard her son cross the hallway to use the bathroom.

After he was finished Derek wheeled himself back towards his room. He stopped mid-hallway as he heard

his mom's sweet voice. "Derek, sweetie?"

He saw Monica standing at the head of the hallway. The way she was posing made his heart about leap out

of his chest. The curvy mother had one naked leg fully exposed out the slit of her silk robe. It was cocked

foward, slightly bent at the knee so that her tiny foot was arched, resting on squatted toes. The boy

marveled at how strong her coppertone legs looked and how they gave off a soft silken sheen. The robe had

slipped down one shoulder, exposing the upper slope of her pendulous breast. "Holy hell...I can almost see

mom's boob." He thought.

"Is everything ok?" Monica asked lovingly.

"Yeah, Mom, just using the bathroom. Are you sleeping on the couch?"

Monica frowned. "Yeah, you're father's being a jerk."

"Oh...sorry."

Monica strode towards him gracefully, her king-sized tits bobbling freely beneath the thin robe. "For what?

You didn't do anything. Let me help you back to bed."

"No, it's ok, Mom, you don't have to."

Monica leaned down and kissed him on the forhead. Her robe had parted slightly showing off the large

canyon between her hanging tits. She wheeled him into the bedroom. "Would you stop and let me be a

mom."

The gorgeous housewife helped her boy into bed. She leaned over and stroked his cheek and as she did the

neck of the robe fell open again, lewdly exposing the type of cleavage that teenagers dream about. Even in

the darkened room Derek could make out the huge hanging bulges of exposed tit-flesh and the way they

came together to form deep canyon of creamy cleavage.

"Holy fuck," he marveled to himself.

Monica took notice. "I should probably tighten my robe, but you know what, fuck modesty right now. I'm

not going to." she thought.

Monica looked into his eyes, full pink lips curling into a knowing smile. "Forty-four triple D."

Derek looked up in suprise. "What?"

"Your mom's a good mind reader. And you, young man were wondering how big my boobs are," she said

candidly.

"I was?"

She fed him a teasing grin. "Uh huh, you were...and now you know."

She reached down and pulled the blankets up his legs, then over the huge protruding tentpole in his boxers,

her eyes lingering a moment. "Ohh my," she thought.

"Mom, can I ask you something?" Derek said.

"Of course, sweetheart."

"It's about something you said to me at the game."

"Oh, while you were checking out all the big boobed cheerleaders?" Monica teased.

Derek blushed. "Yeah. Were you being honest when you said you would have dated me if you were my

age?"

Monica smiled. "Of course I was. I would be crazy to pass up a date with a hot stud. Would you have dated

me?"

"Well, yeah, you were probably the hottest girl in school mom."

Monica giggled, then stroked her son's cheek, hovering over him adoringly. "What would we have done on

our first date?"

"Whatever you would have wanted."

"Mmmnnn, whatever I wanted huh? What if I would have wanted you to take me to bed and fuck me to the

stars?" Monica whispered matter of factly.

"Sounds cool to me, although I'm not sure I could have pleased you as well as the other guys."

"What?! Why do you say that?"

Derek smiled. "Look at me Mom, my legs are useless."

"Ok, but what about that big thing hanging BETWEEN your legs, is it useless?"

"Well, no, I guess not."

"Of course it's not...and as long as you have the skills and a strong erection you can please a girl just as

good as any other guy."

"I guess your right."

Monica smiled. "I'm a mom, of course I'm right," she smiled with pride and gave him a final pat.

"Goodnight."

The teen watched the meaty swell of her undilating buttocks as she sashayed back across the room. Monica

stopped in his doorway, kicking a bare foot back as she did a sexy half-turn gazing at her teen. "Better not

let the girls see that thing."

Derek gazed at his mom's standing pose. The light in the hallway shined straight her flimsy robe,

silhouetting her curvy body as if she were naked. "What thing?" Derek muttered.

"That big boner," she said, glancing at the protrusion in his lap. "They're be lining up down the street to

fuck you."

Monica disappeared from the doorway and Derek's heart raced with excitement.

Between school and his physical therapy Derek saw little of his mom the next day. However, at every

opportunity he was drooling over her curvy body. He loved the way her buns swayed and her tits jiggled as

she strode gracefully through the house. Today Monica wore a pair of faded hipster low rise jeans which

seemed sculpted around her strong legs and succulent ass. Every time she bent over Derek could see the

waistband of her pink thong and it seemed like her rounded ass globes were going to split the denim down

the seam.

"Wow, mom's wearing a pink thong. That's so cool," he thought.

The four inch heels of her leather mules CLICKED daintily on the floor, her little toes with their pink

toenails peeked out the flaring bottoms of her jeans. Her cream colored cashmere sweater was form fitting,

accentuating the swell of her enormous mommy-tits.

"Who wants more pasta?" Monica asked as she stood up from the dinner table.

"I'm good," Derek said.

"I'll take a little more babe," Ken said.

Derek peeked at his mother as she strode towards the stove, trying not to be too obvious in front of his

father. The meaty mounds of her denim covered ass swayed seductively as she moved, in a way that

seemed meant to draw the teen's attention. Dainty heels tapped against the tile floor and Derek gawked at

her tan bare feet arched in the heels, her pretty painted toes peeking out the bottoms.

"Damn, mom's body is out of this world." he thought.

Almost as if their minds were connected, Monica looked over her shoulder at her boy, gazing straight at

him with her alluring brown eyes. Her lips peeked open, forming a little smile, then she gave him the

sexiest wink Derek had ever seen.

"There is he is, staring at his mom again. So cute." Monica thought.

Several times during dinner their eyes met and just seemed to gaze for a few moments. It was clear that

there was something magical going on between them. Derek couldn't help but marvel at how dreamy his

mother looked, her hooded eyes sparklingly seductively, her entire being oozing with mature feminine

beauty.

Monica too was fascinated by her boy. His lean pubescent frame and curious innocence made her big

clitoris throb between her labia. What better than a mother to show her cub the pleasures of the body and

instruct him in the ways of pleasuring a woman. "He needs me this summer and my selfish husband is not

getting in my way." she thought.

That night Derek overheard part of a conversation she was having with his father as he was leaving. She

didn't sound happy. "Well you better think about it because I'm not backing down."

"Well neither am I."

"Do you truely not give a shit about our son because that's what it's sounding like here," Monica shouted.

"Give a shit about me or PJ? Who was mom talking about?" Derek wondered.

"They're waiting for me at the office. I really gotta go." Ken said, then Derek heard the front door close.

A little while later Derek heard a tap at his door. "Honey, can I come in?"

"Sure, Mom."

Monica stepped inside his room on bare feet. She wore a short satin white robe, which fell a couple inches

past the swell of her buttocks and was striking against the dark tan of her soft curvaceous legs. She carried

a box over to her son's bed and sat it down. As she did the swell of her tits shifted, showing their immense

size as they wobbled beneath the fabric.

"Oh wow...mom must not be wearing a bra." Derek thought.

"Your dad had to go into the office for a while, so I was going through my closet and found something that

might interest you," Monica said.

"What is it?" Derek asked.

Monica opened the box and took out a sleeveless red and white sports top that read SPARTANS across the

top. "Tah-dah! It's my old cheerleaders uniform. Remember I told you I was captain of the cheerleader

squad in high school?"

"Oh wow." Derek said, watching as his mom also pulled out a matching pleated miniskirt and pompoms.

"What do you think, should I see if it still fits?" she asked.

"If you want to," Derek said with a smile.

"Be right back," Monica said, feeding him a mischievous smile.

A few minutes later Derek heard her voice from the hallway. "Now, before you laugh, keep in mind I

haven't worn this thing in twenty-years."

"Let's see," Derek said anxiously.

Monica stepped back into her son's room in her old uniform. The skirt still fit perfectly, showing nearly all

her silken mommy-legs, the top however was more than snug. Packed inside, the huge swell of her middleaged

tits stretched the material nearly its bursting point. Derek noticed she had thrown her hair back into a

pony. "Wow, you look great, Mom."

"Thank you, sweetheart. The top's a little snug, but these boobs are alot bigger than they were in high

school, " she said with a giggle.

"I think the top looks good."

"I'll bet you do," Monica said with a teasing wink. "Are you ready for a cheer?"

"Go for it."

Monica picked up the pompoms and straightened her posture, thrusting her big mature tits out. She

suddenly threw her arms into the air one at a time. "LET'S GO SPAR-TANS!"

Derek clapped five times, just like the fans in the bleachers would at a game.

"LET'S GO SPAR-TANS!"

Five more claps.

"GOOO SPARTAAAANS!" Monica cheered, bouncing lightly on her little bare feet.

Derek mouth hung open in fascination as he watched her huge jugs bounced heavily beneath the top. "Ohh

wow, look at her boobs!" he thought, watching them bounce.

"WOOOO!" Monica cheered, throwing one of her shapely tan legs into the air limberly. It was just a quick

kick in the air, but enough to excite the teen as he caught a peek of the white crotch of her panties.

"Wow...that was cool, Mom!"

"As cool as when Brandi does it?" Monica asked playfully.

"Waay cooler," Derek answered, making her giggle. "That's neat how you can still throw your legs up like

that."

"Well if it wern't for yoga I wouldn't be as limber as I am. Watch this," Monica said as she dropped the

pompoms and lifted one leg. She reached out and grabbed the foot of that leg as she extended it high into

the air. "This is called a heel stretch."

Derek's mouth fell open as his mom held that pose. Rising like a fleshy pillar into the air, her tan leg looked

so strong and sexy as it flexed, her cute naked foot pointed towards the cieling. Whether Monica realized it

or not, her white panties were practically sheer and her teen could clearly see the smooth puffy folds of her

hairless vulva.

"Holy shit..that's Mom's pussy!" Derek thought, his tongue nearly hanging out.

"I used to be able to do all sorts of crazy stretches when I was your age. In fact..." Monica said, lowering

her leg and moving back to the box.

Derek watched her dig through the box and pull out a disc. "What's that?

"Video of my girlfriends and I showing off during a slumber party. We were all cheerleaders so I'm sure

there's some footage of me doing stretches on here. Wanna watch?"

"Hell yeah, I've never seen you at my age. Well, only in pictures."

Monica looked a bit reserved. "Now promise you won't get embarrassed watching this with me. We were a

crazy group of girls back then."

"I promise," Derek said.

"Ok,.load the disc in. I'm gonna check on your little brother then get out of this crazy uniform."

Derek loaded the disc and sat back on his bed, with the computer on his lap. A few minutes later Monica

came back in and closed the door. "You didn't start it without me did you?" she asked playfully.

The teen couldn't answer for a moment as he took in what his mom was wearing, which was practically

nothing. Monica had on a pair of semi-sheer bikini panties and a snug white camisole with spaghetti straps.

He could clearly see the protruding nubs of her fat nipples and the dark triangular shadow of pubic fuz

through the panty fabric. She padded over to her son's bed. "Let's snuggle while we watch this," she said,

crawling into bed with him.

The big titted mother scooched over beside her son, her braless boobs wobbling beneath the thin top until

they finally rested one stacked on top of the other, exposing a ten inch crack of cleavage. "You comfy?" she

asked with a smile, showing her perfect, gleaming white teeth.

"Yeah. Want me to start it?" The teen asked, clearly aroused by her close proximity.

"As long as you're sure you don't mind seeing your mom when she was young and silly. I think this was

taken my senior year," Monica said.

He clicked the video on. "Of course not."

The screen lit up to a scene of high school aged girls. "Hi biiitches, I'm filming!" the girl behind the camera

announced.

The three other girls glared at the camera. "Bite meee!" one girl said.

Derek recognized the hot younger version of his mom right away. She gazed playfully as the camera

focused on her. Monica was wearing a clingy pair of pink boyshorts and a tank that said SPOILED

ROTTEN. The camera panned down her curvy young body stopping at her ass as she turned and stuck it

out. "Nice booty!" the camera girl said.

The young Monica slapped her ass hard a few times making the globes quiver as they spilled out of the

hems of her boyshorts. She gazed back at the camera. "Jillyyy, fuck my aaasss!"

Monica put her hand over her eyes, embarrassed. "Oh God, I'm sorry honey."

"Mom, it's ok...really. That's how alot of the girls at my school act."

"I know, but still...I'm your mom."

"It's no big deal, really." Derek said.

"This is interesting. My son watching the hot teenaged me." Monica thought.

Monica gazed at the monitor in horror. "Oh fuck, I didn't," she said outloud.

Derek looked back at the monitor. The camera was still focused on Monica's ass and her fingers were

tucked under the waistband, slowly peeling them down her meaty buns, exposing her crack. Halfway down

her luscious ass, young Monica yanked them back up. "Worship my fucking ass!"

The young Monica sprung up, then did a forward cartwheel, her luscious legs scissoring through the air. On

her feet again she looked back and gave the camera the middle finger.

"Nice Monica wonderbitch!" The camera girl said.

"Wow, you made that look easy, Mom, " Derek said.

"Well, honey, it was just a cartwheel."

"Just a cartwheel? You say that like it's easy to do, Mom."

Monica smiled cockily and slid off the bed. "It is. Watch."

She lifted her arms up, took one graceful step then did a complete revolution forward. Once back on her

feet, she turned and did another cartwheel back, her strong naked legs scissored in perfect form to the bed.

"Easy fucking peasy."

Derek pointed at the monitor where the young Monica was on the floor doing a straddle hold. Her palms

were on the floor between her legs, which were scissored open an hovering above the floor. "Yeah but this

one doesn't look so easy."

"Oh God, a staddle hold into a press handstand. I haven't done one of those for a while." Monica said to her

son.

They watched the young Monica's sexy legs rotate back as she easily moved into a handstand. Monica

knew it gave her son a thrill to watch her younger self with her legs splayed open.

"Alright, let's give it a try," Monica said, lowering herself to the floor. "Are you watching?"

Derek leaned over so he could peek off the side of his bed. "Yup."

To his amazement, Monica started by rolling onto her back, tilting her ass up and throwing her legs open

into a huge spread eagle. The teen's heart about raced out of his chest as he stared at the amazing spread of

his mom's tan legs, her little bare feet pointing in opposite directions. "Oh my God-damn." he marveled.

What was even more fascinating, however, was that the gusset of her panties were practically see-through,

lewdly displaying the folds of her shaved snatch. He could even see her fat clitoris poking out from under

its hood. "I know my panties are sheer, but Derek's eighteen now...he can handle this." she thought.

She rolled forward, keeping her legs open. "Here we go."

Monica's planted her palms against the floor and lifted herself into a straddle hold. Her legs were scissored

open and hovered above the floor.

"Oh my God, Mom's legs look amazing pointed out like that." Derek thought, his dick throbbing in his

shorts.

Amazing was an understatement. Monica's strong tan legs were pointed out in perfect form. Her tits were

pressed between her arms, making them distend outward.

"Now the tricky part," Monica said as her ass slowly rose up. She kept her legs perfectly straight as they

rotated back and finally rose into the air like golden brown spires of lusciousness.

"You did it!" Derek said, eyeballing her ass.

"Yaaay! Watch this," Monica said.

Now in a handstand, her legs scissored completely apart, her toes pointed in opposite directions. "This is

called a straddle split."

Derek's mouth hung open. "Whoa!" he muttered, his eyes traveling across the silken tan curves of her

splayed legs. Her meaty buttocks might as well have been naked. He could see the crack between her tan

globes straight through the fabric. "Ohhh wow!"

Monica was fully aware of her son's eyes on her as she peeked up at him. "Pretty cool huh?"

Derek took a big gulp of air. "Amazing."

"I wonder how many boys are lucky enough to see their mom's legs open like this? I bet he has a throbbing

hardon," she thought.

Monica's legs came together and arched back until her feet hit the floor. She rose up quickly and let out a

playful scream as she fell forward onto her son. Derek felt her spongy tits slosh against his back. "Geez,

mom." he teased.

Monica giggled. "Sorry, honey."

Monica looked at the computer screen in horror. "Oh fuck, seriously?!"

"What?"

Derek looked back at the monitor and saw his young mom and another girl with their tits out, flashing the

camera. It reminded him of those Girls gone wild commercials.

"Holy damn, Mom!"

Monica smiled inwardly. "You think they were big then...you should see them now honey," she thought.

"I'm sorry, sweetie. I guess I forgot how wild and uninhibited I was back then."

"Back then? Have you seen what you're wearing, Mom? I think you still are."

"Oh, um...I'm sorry, sweatheart. I'll go put on some pj's or something, " Monica said, starting to get up.

"No Mom, you don't have to. I mean, you can if you want, but...it really doesn't bother me." Derek

confessed.

She looked at him sweetly. "Are you sure?"

"Yeah, you're fine." Derek smiled, taking a moment to enjoy the sensations of the soft mature tits plastered

against his chest.

Monica traced her nails across his cheek.. "When I went to change earlier I was gonna put my robe back on,

but then I thought, you know, my son's eighteen now...there's nothing wrong with him seeing his mom in

her panties, even if they are a little sheer. There's nothing wrong with that, right?"

"Right, Mom."

"But only when your father's not around. I'm pretty sure he wouldn't agree." Monica said with a laugh.

"That's true."

The gorgeous mother grazed her nails up along his neck, making Derek quiver. "He's not agreeing with a

lot of great ideas I have here lately."

"What kind of great ideas?"

They looked at the monitor where Monica was still shaking her big teenaged tits around playfully. "Oh, the

kind I think you would like alot. So what do you think of the younger me?"

"You were pretty."

"Prettier than Brandi?" Monica said with a sideways stare.

"Of course, you still are Mom."

"Oh you handsome darling. Fuck Brandi, he's got someone much hotter to look at," she thought. "Well if

I'm that pretty why don't you ask ME out on a date?"

"Funny, Mom."

Monica poked his ribs. "I'm fucking serious."

"I didn't think sons were suppose to date their mothers," Derek said.

"You might be suprised at some of the things mothers and sons do together."

"Like what?"

"Fuck eachothers brains out," Monica thought. "Like....go on dates."

"Won't dad think that's a little weird, if you and I go on a date together?"

"Oh God, who fucking cares what he thinks," Monica thought to herself.

"Well, if you're worried about that, then we'll go on a daytime date, while he's at work. He'll never even

know about it. Come on, you'll get to stay home from school, it'll be fun," Monica said.

"Ok sure."

Monica got a big smile. "Goodie. We'll go tomorrow, sayyy...elevinish?"

"What about PJ?"

"Kathy can come over and watch him for the afternoon. Are we gonna do this?" Monica asked, just to be

sure.

"Yeah. Sounds fun."

"Mmm it will be."

That night Derek dreamed the he was laying alone in the grass of a secluded field. Soon the grass began to

take the form of thousands of naked girls, squirming and moaning hornily. He was laying on a surface of

writhing nakedness. All around him were sexy legs and big jiggling tits. He turned his head and found

himself face to face with the most succulent ass he'd ever seen. The buns wagged invitingly, a crinkled

butthole at it's center.

Suddendly, he felt a set of hands slide onto him, their long nails cratching up his chest. Somehow the arms

turned Derek over onto his stomach and he could feel the wiggling bodies beneath him. The arms belonged

to a woman who rose up slitheringly from the others, her huge boobs emerging first and squashing like big

fleshy spong-melons against his chest.

At the same time, her legs were emerging...strong, tan and silky smooth, topped by tiny bare feet with pink

painted toenails. The legs closed in, wrapping smoothly around his frame. Derek watched as lastly her face

emerged. It was Monica, her eyes closed..mouth slightly agape. She was beautiful.

Derek felt their bodies rise up into the air above the sea of flesh. It was like some invisible force was

pulling the two of them away. His mom's eyes popped opened and Derek saw the her pupils were no longer

round, but were in the shape of pink hearts, staring back at him. He felt her body tighten around him as they

floated off, her nails digging into his back. Monica's head crooked back, her long dark mane hanging down

as she wailed like a roaring lion. "FUUUCK MEEEE!!!"

Derek woke up suddenly, drenched in sweat. Suprisingly, he was in Monica's arms. She hushed him

lovingly. "Shhh, it's ok honey. You just had a wet dream, that's all."

It was true. He could feel the semen oozing from his prock. "Mom, uhmm, what time is it?"

"It's just after nine. I was making PJ some breakfast and I heard you moaning in here, so um, I thought I'd

come check on you."

"Oh..sorry, just a wierd dream."

Monica smiled as she eyeballed the lumpy wet spot beneath the covers. "Do you wanna talk about it?"

"Naw, that's ok."

"You sure?"

"Yeah...I'm fine really."

"Ok sweetheart. Well you better get yourself cleaned up. You have a hot date in a couple hours,

remember?" Monica said as she slid off the bed.

Derek noticed that his mom was wearing a sexy cami top and a pair of matching boy shorts. The shorts

were snug on her ass, leaving nearly half the cheeks exposed. The teen gulped in awe as he watched the

rounded globes of her buttocks jiggle and sway with each graceful step.

"Those shorts are pretty hot, mom."

Monica stopped in sidways profile in the doorway, leaning one hand against the doorframe. Her silken legs

were flexed, the heel of her back foot arched. Derek could see the shape of one of her huge boobs slopping

down through the cami top, the fat nipple protruding out the front. The mound of her shapely ass formed a

perfect half-circle.

Smiling naughtily Monica fed him a cute little wink. "Thanks."

After a shower and getting dressed Derek wheeled himself into the livingroom. Kathy, his mom's best

friend looked him over with a smile. She was a sexy redhead with long shapely legs. Derek couldn't help

but noticed how they were exposed beneath the hem of her miniskirt. "Well, don't you look handsome," she

said with a bright smile.

"Thanks," the teen answered, blushing a bit.

"Are you excited for your date?"

"Sure," he smiled.

"He better be!" Came a voice from the hallway.

Monica strode up the hallway from her bedroom in a sexy black tube dress. Her king-sized tits pushed the

top out, leaving an almost obscene amount of cleavage exposed. From wide motherly hips, her silky tan

legs tappered down into slender ankles and sexy little feet propped up in 6 inch black heeled mules. Her

make-up was done and her brown wavy hair hung past her shoulders. In one word: Stunning!

Derek just sat there with his tongue nearly hanging out. "Holy fuck, she's sooo...gorgeous!" he thought.

"Does my date approve?" Monica said, spinning around to show off her lucsious body from every angle.

"Uhh yeah," the boy muttered, unable to peel his eyes away.

Monica and Kathy looked at eachother and giggled. "He's so cute," Kathy said.

Monica's eyes traveled up and down her son's body like no mother should. Her lips curled into a

mischievous smile. "Mmmm yes he is."

Kathy rubbed Derek's shoulders. "Go easy now, Monica. Derek may not wanna fuck on the first date," she

giggled.

Monica peered down at her blushing teen, over the swell of her stiff-nippled tits and gave him a wink.

"Well if he's anything like his mother he will."

"True," Kathy said.

"Holy shit, I know they're joking but...damn! he thought.

"Now try not to let PJ nap for more than 2 hours, Kath or he'll never get to bed tonight," Monique said.

"I know the routine, just go have a good time."

"We should be back by five. Love you," Monica said, giving her friend a peck on the lips.

"Love YOU. Have fun, Derek." Kathy said, almost as if she knew something he didn't.

Monica drove down the street in her new Mercury SUV. Derek sat awkwardly. He sneaked a look over at

his mom's legs. The dress had ridden up a bit leaving them exposed.

"Like your mother's legs?" Monica asked with a quirky grin.

"Why do you say that?" Derek asked knowing he'd been caught.

"Because you're always looking at them...amoung other things." Monica said, giving him a wink.

"Sorry if I was staring. You just look really nice Mom."

Monica spoke as she looked out at the road. Despite the resistance from her husband, it was time for Derek

to learn and she was going to teach him. "A woman prides herself in her legs. She likes to keep to keep

them strong and smooth. Her legs are her love harness."

"Love harness?"

Monica thought for a moment. "Well, you're a young virgin so you probably don't know this yet, but when

you fuck a girl she'll wrap her legs around you, using them to clutch you. So if you think about it, her legs

are like a harness...a love harness,securing her partner between her thighs."

Just the thought of being clutched between his Mom's strong legs made his heart race excitedly. "Oh I see,

well that makes since then."

"Sweetie, I hope I didn't just embarrass you by saying you're a virgin. You um, are a virgin, right?"

"Yes, I'm pretty sure I'll always be a virgin."

"Stop! You will not," Monica said.

"Easy for you to say, Mom. You probably lost your virginity way before you were eighteen."

Monica glanced at him in concern. "Yes, but honey girls almost always almost get fucked at an early age. I

was a very sexually active teenager, but that doesn't mean that's the norm."

"Yeah well, I don't really fit the norm either. With my disability I doubt that I'll ever get it."

"You most definately will, sweetheart, I'm not concerned about that. What I am concerned about is will you

have the skills to set you apart from the other boys."

"Oh, you mean like knowing how to please a girl?" Derek asked.

"Exactly. Remember, every boy has a dick, but the dicks with skill are the ones girls flock to. A female

body is like a car, it has all these different parts and nobs. Learning how to master them will make you a

much better driver."

"Sorry Mom, I probably won't be driving any time soon either."

Monica giggled. "Smart ass."

Monica fed him a serious look. "If I ask you something personal, just between us, will you answer

honestly?"

"Of course."

"Do it! Just break the fucking ice Monica." she thought to herself.

"If I was to somehow convince your father to let me teach you how to fuck this summer, is that something

you think you'd be interested in?"

Derek swallowed the lump in his throat. His heart was beating like a base drum in his head. "You

mean..you and me, we would we be?"

Monica giggled, feeding her teen an inquisutive smile. "Uh-huh. Would that seem weird?"

Derek had to pinch himself to make sure he wasn't dreaming. "Wow, uhmm..."

"Remember yesterday I told you that you might be suprised at some of the things mothers and sons do

together. Well, that's one of them."

"Having sex together?"

"Yes, but for educational purposes. We moms love you boys and we want to see you succeed at becoming

amazing lovers. So...it that something you'd consider?"

"Um, yeah, I mean, it would be really cool actually, but Mom, I doubt dad would ever agree to something

like that," he said.

"Oh he can be stubborn, that's for sure, but in the end I usually get what I want. And what I want is to teach

my son how to really rock a girls world."

Derek's mom took him to a nice restaurant. She helped him out of his wheelchair into a cozy booth where

they sat side by side. "This place is nice. Do you and dad come here alot?"

"Sometimes, but let's not talk about your father and I. Let's talk about you and me. We seem to be getting

closer here lately. I like that. It's like we're forming this special bond, above and beyond the whole mother

son thing." Monica said.

"Yeah, I think I know what you mean."

Monica squeezed his hand. "It's good that we feel that way, since we're both on same page with the

educational sex ideus.Beyond that, I'm not really sure where it will take us, but I like the direction it's

heading."

"Me too," he blushed.

"So...dating 101. Touching. Girls loved to be touched, so it's a very important thing to do when you're on a

date. I'll guide you this first time, but on our next date you're on your own buster," Monica said with a grin,

then guided her son's hand onto her knee beneath the table.

"How's everything here?" the waitress said.

"Wonderful. Can I get another glass of wine please," Monica said.

"Absolutely. How are you doing sweetie?" the waitress asked, looking at Derek.

Derek felt his mom slowly slide his hand under her skirt against her soft inner thigh. "I'm good, thanks," he

gulped.

"No dessert sweatheart?" Monica asked.

"Hmm I don't know."

"Will you share the berries and cream with me?" Monica asked.

"That does sound kinda good."

Monica looked up at the waitress with a smile. "We'll have the berries and cream."

After the waitress left, Monica smiled and squeezed Derek's hand. "She's in to you. Did you recognize the

signs?"

"What signs?"

"Well...first of all, her nipples are hard. You can see them poking out through her shirt, which is an obvious

sign of arousal in a woman. I'm suprised you didn't notice, Mr. Boobman," Monica joked.

"Maybe she's just cold, Mom."

Monica giggled. "Nope, it's far from cold in here and besides she was giving you the 'come fuck me' stare.

She also called you sweetie, which is an obvious term of endearment."

"Well, you call me sweetie sometimes."

Monica smiled slyly. "I know I do...that's because I absolutely adore you."

"Yeah, but not the same way you think she adores me right?"

"I don't know...are there any other signs on me that you haven't noticed yet?"

Derek looked down at his mom's massive tits. Even through the fabric of her strapless bra and dress he

could see the fat protruding nubs of her nipples.

"Oh, hard nipples."

"Which means?"

"Arousal."

Monica smiled and squeezed his hand. "Your learning fast."

Their dessert was delivered and Derek noticed the girls protruding nips, just as his mom had said. Monica

spooned out a big strawberry covered in whipped cream and fed it to her son. "You don't have to feed me

one sweetie. I realize you're right handed...and right now your right hand is exactly where it should be."

"Ohh man, moms legs are sooo soft," he thought.

Monica guided her son's hand higher up her inner thigh until the side of his hand bunped the silky gusset of

her panty crotch. Derek could feel the heat radiating from her genitals. He watched his mother scoop some

cream onto a strawberry and feed it into her luscious mouth, her eyes on his the whole time.

She scooped out another and fed it to her boy. A big gob of cream remained on her finger. "Ooops," she

giggled, the brought it to her mouth.

Derek watched as her long thick pink tongue snaked out of her mouth and swipped the cream from her

finger. "Holy wow, Mom...I never knew you had a really long tongue like that."

"Well look at that, you learn't something new about your date," Monica said, then gazed at her son and spit

her tongue out playfully. The housewife made just the tip of her pink snake wiggle around, then she giggled.

"That was pretty rad," Derek blushed, his prick now rock hard.

"You're pretty rad," Monica said, gazing adoringly. Turned towards him, she rested a hand on his shoulder

and brought her lips in close to his ear. "Is your hand melting yet?"

Derek smiled. "It is pretty warm down there."

"So I have to know....has your hand ever been this close to a girl's pussy?"

Derek softly gasped. "No."

Monica removed her hand, leaving her son's hand where she had placed it. "You're on your own now, so

you have a decision to make. You can leave it where it is or let it wander up even further."

"But if I go any further, I'll be..."

"On your mother's pussy? Yes, you will. I realize this is new and exciting territory for you sweetie. You're

learning here, so just relax and let me walk you through it," Monica said softly.

"Ok," Derek muttered.

"Gently slide your fingers on to the crotch of my panties."

Derek did as directed and felt the puffy bulge of her outer lips. His mother's sweet soft voice cut to his

core. "That's called the mound of venus. It's one of two folds of flesh surrounding the mouth of a woman's

pussy. When she spreads her legs, the fleshy lips peel open."

"When they open..is that where the clitoris is? I heard some guys at school talking about it." Derek said,

trying to show a bit of knowledge.

Monica whispered softly at his ear. "Well if you want...slide your hand into my panties and I'll show you

just where it is. But be careful, darling...we don't want to draw attention to ourselves."

Derek reached inside the hem of her little panties and his hand slid along the fuzz of her pubic triangle. "Oh

my God, am I really inside mom's panties?" he thought. "Wow, you don't have much hair down there."

"Just a tiny little patch, otherwise my pussy is complely shaved and smooth."

Derek's fingers slid across a knot of flesh and his mom gasped softly. "There. Can you feel my clitty

peeking out of its hood?"

He gently stroked the fat pebble of flesh, which made his mom's breath quiver. "So that's the clitoris?"

"Yes. It has sensitive glans, just like the head of your erection. Do you know how the tip of your dick will

leak precum when you stroke it?" Monica asked.

"Yeah," ther tits.muttered, still in awe that he was even having this discussion with her.

"A woman's pussy does that too. Dip your fingers down between the lips and you'll see."

Derek's fingers slid down into the groove between folds of labial meat, into a pocket of juicy pink. "Ohh

man, Mom, you're really wet down there."

"Told you I was aroused. A woman produces lubricant that helps prepare her pussy to fuck. Do you wanna

dip a finger inside?"

"Ohh hell yeah," Derek said, a little to loudly.

Monica smiled, her lips mashed against his ear as she peeked across the restaurant to make sure no one was

watching. "Shhh, careful honey. We don't need to be arrested today."

"Sorry."

"That's ok sweetheart...go ahead and finger me."

Derek found his mother's gooey fuck-socket and his middle finger slipped in easily. He felt her soft cunt

walls clasp at his finger, squeezing and sucking as if trying to pull it deeper inside.

"Ohhh man, that's amazing," Derek muttered. He could feel his mom gently rocking her hips as if trying to

fuck his finger.

"Move it around. You're not gonna hurt it honey."

Derek stirred his finger in her cunt, feeling the spongy ridged lining of her birth canal. The slippery walls

nipped and contracted. "There you go. Look at you, feeling a girl up for the very first time," Monica

whispered proudly.

Monica let out a cute little whimper as her knees buckled in, her little painted toes clenching in her high

heeled mules. Derek looked at his mom's face and saw her eyes shut, her mouth slightly open. Keeping his

finger inside, he used his thumb to strum her clit.

"Ohhhh!" Monica muttered as her eyes popped wide open, staring straight through him. "Holy shit!" she

thought.

"You ok, mom?" Derek asked, his fingers still moving.

"Yess...very ok. Wh...what you're doing, where did you learn to do that?"

Derek smiled sheepishly. "I just um, figured it out."

The look on his mom's face was one he'd never seen before. This was a grown woman, horny as fuck. He

beat his mother's clit mercilessly. He strummed the thick pulsing nub until it burned and throbbed. "Holy

fucking shit..this boy," Monica thought.

"Do you like it?"

Monica gasped. "Too much. Do you wanna see me cum?"

"Yeesss...I mean, if you want to."

Monica held their faces together, her lips against his ear. Her big tits were mashed against his arm. "Get

ready!" she panted softly.

Derek looked down to see his hand digging beneath her panties. "Oh man, this is a rush. Feeling up my

own mom's pussy," he thought. He could see the taut muscles in her tan legs beginning to tremble.

"Yesss...right there," she gasped sharply.

"Don't stop!" she hissed softly.

Her thick pink tongue swiped across his ear, then she bit at the lobe. "Don't you dare fucking stop!"

"Oh woow, mom's gonna cum. Is this really happening?" the teen wondered to himself.

Derek kept at it until her body suddenly stiffened up like a board. "Fuuuck!" Monica cried softly.

Derek found it harder to move his finger inside her as her pussy-tube compressed tightly. A long powerful

stream of hot girl-cum shot out of her urethra, soaking the teen's hand.

"Holy shit," the teen muttered, not sure what to make of it.

Monica's free hand shot down between her legs, trappping her son's hand there. "Keep going," she gasped.

Her pussy was doing things to his finger that young Derek never knew a pussy could do. He could feel it

squeezing and rippling, shooting out hot juice. "Damn..imagine what my dick would feel like in there," the

teen thought.

"Here's your bill," the waitress said, setting it down.

"Thank you," Derek said awkwardly, his hand clearly up to something..

The waitress looked at Monica who was still clinging to her boy, panting against the side of his face in post

orgasmic bliss.

"Thank YOU," the waitress said, giving Derek a knowing smile and a wink before stroding away.

"Wow...that was intense, darling." the hot mother sighed.

Derek brought his hand up out of her panties. It was shiny and dripping with juices. He could smell the

aroma of wet pussy. "Yeah, Mom...that was really something. Damn!"

"I think we both better head to the bathroom and freshen up," Monica said.

"Good idea."

Derek washed hands, then went into the handicap stall. He lifted himself onto the toilet for a piss.

Monica freshened up and exited the ladies room. The big titted mother passed a couple of men that were in

route to the bathroom. Her long heels clicked against the tiles as she passed by them like a curvy Goddess.

"Holy shit man, I know that broad," one of them said.

They entered the bathroom.

"Who is she?" the other asked.

"I think her name's Monica. She went to school with my older brother."

"Damn, well she sure has some tits on her. Did you see those fuckin things?"

From the stall, Derek listened to the two men talk at the urinals. They were clearly unaware that he was in

there.

"My brother said she fucks like a porn star. Best he ever had."

"No shit. Is she single?"

"Naw, I heard she's married...has a couple kids."

"Hell that don't matter. Woman like that probably can't get enough."

"My brother used to go on and on about how this broad sucks dick. She's so good she'd any guy off in about

5 seconds."

"No fucking way!"

"Seriously, man. He said they used to call her 'the gobler' in college."

"The gobler?"

"Yup...didn't matter how big your dick was, she could swallow it all, right down to the hilt."

"No shit?"

"And not only that, apparently she was so good she could cram a guys cock AND balls in her mouth all at

once."

Derek's mouth fell open. "Mom?" he thought to himself, "Was it really her they were talking about?"

As they pulled out of the restaurant parking lot, Monica shot her boy a smile. "So, what do you think of

your first date so far?

"What's there not to like?"

"That's true, lunch was awesome AND you got to feel a girl up for the very first time," Monica said.

"Hey Mom, could I ask you something kinda personal?"

"Of course?"

"Did they used to call you 'the gobler' in college?" Derek asked

The mother"s mouth fell open a tad. "Where did you hear that?"

"There were two guys in the bathroom talking. I think they were talking about you."

"Oh boy." Monica thought. "Oh...well, what else did they say?" she asked.

"One guy said you dated his brother and that you were really wild at sex. So is it true...about the gobbler

part?"

Monica seemed a tad reluctant to answer. "Well um, honey...there's no doubt I was wild when I was

younger, I mean, you saw how I acted on that tape. I had a few nick names back then, but I was young and

silly."

"Sounds to me like they only called you that because you had some special talents at...you know..."

Monica glanced with a sly smile. "What, sucking dick?"

Derek giggled timidly. "Yeah...that."

"Well, I never minded the nicknames. I guess I was just suprised to here my son of all people bring one

up."

"What else did they call you back then?"

"Ohhh let's see...well, the 'screaming demon-princess' was a big one," Monica said with a smile.

"Why did they call you that?"

"I guess because not only am I a screamer in the sack, but apparently my whole body goes into some kinda

shaking fit, like I'm being fucking possessed or something," Monica giggled.

"Yeah but you had an orgasm in the restaurant, you didn't scream...and only shook a little bit," Derek said.

"That's true, but that was a different type of orgasm sweetie and this is important for you to know. The one

in the restaurant was called a clitoral orgasm. The ones where I become this screaming demon-princess

from hell are deep vaginal orgasms, brought on by VERY intense fucking."

"Wow, that's so cool. Any other nicknames?"

Monica got a big smile. "Apparently 'Clapping Bobble-tits' was a big one too. Your mother's boobs were

quite the spectacle back then."

"Why, just because they're really big?"

"Not only that, but I guess my tits have a unique way of swinging and slapping together when I fuck,"

Monica said.

"Well, that doesn't sound so bad," Derek said timidly, trying to imagine it.

"No. I didn't take offence to any of my nicknames. They were all sort of compliments in a way I guess."

Derek frowned."Yeah, unlike my nicknames at school like 'wheelchair boy' among other things."

"Oh honey, you have lots of friends who adore you at school. Don't listen to the jerks who say those

things."

"Like Brandi you mean? What a bitch. Did you know Brandi would reject me? I did try to ask her out like

you said I should."

Monica glanced at him sympathetically. "I know you did. I overheard her and the other girls talking about it,

but I didn't wanna bring it up because I knew you must have been feeling rejected. After hearing her I

realize now she's a bitch anyway. You don't need a girl like that."

"Yeah, guess I should just accept the fact that because I have legs that don't work...I'm never gonna get a

date with a hot girl."

Monica got a quirky grin, raising an eyebrow. "Excuse me?! Are you saying I'm not hot? I am your date

today...in case you've forgotten already."

"No, no..you are hot mom, waaay hot. I'm just talking about dates with girls at school and stuff."

Monica giggled playfully. "I know what you meant darling. So you think I'm 'way hot' huh?"

"Well yeah, Mom...any guy would think so," Derek said.

"Well then let me ask you something. Suppose your 'way hot' date wanted to park somewhere and give you

your first handjob. Would you let her?"

Derek's mouth hung open. "Well I um...."

"Good?" Monica said, then Derek noticed his mom had turned off on a remote dirt road.

"Why did you turn here?"

"Why do you think?"

The road winded through the trees for a few miles until Monica parked. "So this is Thompson Pond? I

always hear the kids at school talking about it," Derek said.

"Yup, this is the place. Come on, we'll hike down to my favorite spot."

"Hike? Mom, you're kidding right."

Monica got out. "Nope, I'm not. Better kick that fucking wheelchair into four wheel drive mister because

we're getting down there one way or another."

Once he was out and in his chair Derek noticed his mom had a big beach bag and a blanket. "What's all that

stuff?"

"I call it my Thompson Pond kit. Your dad and I come down here sometimes. This place isn't just for horny

teenagers you know," she said, making Derek laugh.

Monica had her son hold the blanket and bag while she wheeled him through the rough terrain. In some

spots she had to tilt the chair back on only the two bigger wheels so he could keep going. "Jesus Mom,

where are you taking us."

"Don't worry, it's the best spot out here, you'll see."

After about a ten minute walk they came out of the brush onto a tiny sand beach. "Oh wow," Derek said.

A small waterfall crashed down into a pool of crystal clear water. Surrounded by rocks and trees the spot

was as private as they get. "Was I right or was I right?" Monica asked.

"You were definately right."

"Not many people know about this spot. The stream continues down into the main pond, which is where

most couples go to fuck."

"It's like a private paradise," Derek said.

Monica dropped to her knees on the soft sand and dug some things out of the bag."That's right and today

it's our private paradise."

Derek watched as she spread out a full sized air mattress and began pumping it up. "Wow, Mom...did you

bring a tent and some smores too?"

Monica laughed. "Noo, mister smarty pants, I didn't. I just want us to be comfy."

The battery operated pump had the mattress inflated in under a minute. Monica spread the blanket out on it.

"Come lay down, honey."

Derek lowered himself out of the chair onto the mattress. He sat back on his elbows and watched as Monica

took off her heels. "Ugh, these things were not made for nature," she said.

"Probably not," Derek chuckled.

"Will you be a dear and grab that towel out of the bag for me?"

"Sure Mom," the teen said, digging through the beach bag.

"I was a little younger than you when I first came down here."

"With dad?"

"No, I had two other steady boyfriends before him."

Derek found the towel and when he turned back towards Monica he saw only a pile of clothing on the

sand...dress, bra and panties. He made a sharp gasp as he watched his naked mother step towards the water,

her luscious tan buttocks undilating sexily as she walked.

"Hoooly shit, Mom's naked," he thought.

Monica gracefully dove into the water and swam to the far edge of the tiny pond. "Mmm the water feels

great," she sighed.

"Well don't drown, Mom. It's not like I can jump in and rescue you," Derek joked.

Monica smiled at him, her dark hair wet and slicked back as she floated in the water. "Oh but then you'd

have to give me mouth to mouth. That could be fun."

Derek blushed a little. "I guess."

The teen watched as his mother swam back and waded from the pool, shamelessly exposing her voluptuous

body. First, her king-sized tits emerged, bobbling heavily on her chest. Thick nipples protruded from large

areola. Derek gulped hard as he stared a the enormous mommy-melons.

"Oh my God...so big." He marveled.

Monica continued towards the beach, the water dripping down her glowing tan body. Her thick shiny pussy

lips puffed pinkly at the bottom of her pubic V, which was crowned only by a tiny patch of thin pubic hair.

As the gorgeous housewife stepped from the water she reached back with both hands and rung out her hair.

Doing this made her big boobs thrust out, exposing the huge rounded undersides. Derek looked up at them

in awe, judging that the mammoth cleavage could probaby smother his entire head.

"Thanks sweetie," Monica said shamelessly as Derek handed her the towel.

The teen excitedly watched his mother towel off, marveling at every sexy curve of her middle-aged body.

"So what do you think...think mom looks pretty good naked?"

"More than pretty good Mom."

Monica glanced down at the boy's crotch. "Good enough to give my date a hardon?"

Derek blushed. "Definately."

Monica finally tossed the towel aside and knelt between his legs, acting a bit spunky. "Wanna show me?"

"Um...ok."

She reached under and pulled off his trunks and boxers together. His boner sprung up and slapped against

his tummy. The big titted mother smiled hungrily as she surveyed his package and how its meaty column

rose way up past his belly button. "Wow, did I do that?"

"Yeah," Derek smiled bashfully.

"Well, honey, you were certainly blessed with a big dick. Have you ever measured that beautiful thing?"

Monica said, gazing at the swollen plumb-sized head.

"Yeah...once or twice, when I was bored I guess."

"And?"

Derek glanced down at the bloated cock-head, pointing up at him purple and angry. "Well, the last time I

measured it was a little over nine inches."

Monica bit her bottom lip, trying to contain the thrill. "Ohh boy. Mmmnn, that's way above average."

"Really?"

"Absolutely. I bet very few boys at your school have a dick that big. And despite what you may hear size

DOES matter to most girls."

"Really, cuz I heard one girl say that it doesn't matter the size...as long as a guy knows how to use it,"

Derek said.

"Well, that's true too, but any experienced girl will tell you that size and technique go hand in hand. Deep

in a woman's pussy, near the head of her cervix are powerful pleasure-glans that only a really long dick like

yours can reach."

"So, is dad able to reach your pleasure glans?"

"Hhmmp, no, not the ones that deep. Your father has a nice dick, but when I want deep vaginal orgasms

like that I have to use my dildo."

Monica leaned down and combed her fingers through her son's scrotum. Her long nails scratching tenderly

against his nuts felt exquisite. "Your balls are really soft. Do you shave them or do they just stay smooth

like this?"

"They just kinda stay that way."

She squeezed his nuts in her hand as if measuring the volume of cum they contained. "Ohhh God, so full,"

she thought.

"Your balls are really full," Monica said grasping the loose skin beneath his balls between her thumb and

forefinger, making the testicles form a huge ball bulging out obscenely. "Do you drain them with regular

masturbation?"

"Yeah, I try to."

Monica released her grip and her hand slid smoothly up his shaft. "I can't tell you how happy this makes me.

You may not be able to use your legs, but you're still able to achieve a strong erect dick and that's gonna

serve you well in life."

"I hope so," Derek said awkwardly.

The marveling mother took a strong grip on her son's pole, feeling its bulging veins against her soft circled

fist. "Oh fuck, this thing's going to feel soo good tearing through my cunt." she thought.

"Reach in the bag and get me the bottle of heated lubricant," she told her son.

Derek gulped as he did as his mom asked and handed her the bottle. Monica kept one hand around his dong

and opened the cap of the bottle with the other. She pointed his boner out and squirted a big gob of lube on

the fat barbed tip.

"Oh wow, such a nice big dick." she thought.

Setting the bottle aside, she smiled at him reassuringly. "Now just relax...I'm gonna jack on your dick for

awhile."

All Derek could do was nod as he settled in for the handjob of his dreams. Monica began to skim her fist up

and down on his thick, heavily veined cock, lightly at first, merely brushing her palm and encircling fingers

up the tube. "Mmm that feels good on your dick doesn't it sweetie?"

"Uh huh."

The jacking mother tightened her grip and as she pumped back toward the hilt, the flushed slab flared out

huge and glowing. "Ohh honey, your dick is sooo hard."

Monica's eyes crossed as she stared inwards at the throbbing cock-knob, yearning to watch his teenaged

slime come spurting from the gaping pisshole. "Does that feel good, darling...mom's hand around your hard

young cock?"

"Ohh yeah," Derek sighed, his face masked with pleasure.

Monica stroked his prick expertly, twisting and squeezing her little fist in a perfect corkscrew, up and down

the meaty column. "Feels so much better when a girl does it for you, doesn't it sweetheart?"

"Uh huh," he muttered watching her fist slide up and down.

On every stroke Derek's mom slipped her thumb wetly across his frenulum sending jolts of pleasure

vibrating through his boner and down into his tightening balls.

"Mmm...mommy's hand knows all your secret pleasure spots."

The teen glanced down at his mom to find her staring back up at him dreamily. His cock stuck straight up

from his loins. He watched in fascination as his mother's slimy fist, with her long red nails and sparkling

wedding ring, had a tight grip as it stroked fluidly up and down the meaty slab. "Mmm, my big dicked

sweetheart," she said, feeding him a dreamy smile as she was watched his reaction.

"Ohhhh man!" his young body shuttered.

"That's it sweetie, thrust your hips into mommy...fuck my hand like a pussy."

The lewd words from his mom's mouth got the teen even more excited as he rocked his hips, fucking his

hard cock through his mother's greasy grip. "Ohh damn Mom I think I'm gonna cum!"

"I know you are, darling.I can feel your boner starting to throb in my hand."

"Ohhhh shit!" Derek whimpered as the first blast of hot cum erupted from his piss slit.

"There it issss." Monica sang as she watched the ropes of spunk sail high into the air.

The experienced mother never broke her pace as she jacked the teenaged dick with tight steady strokes,

feeling the tube of flesh pulse and flex in her hand. "Ohh sweetie, soo many cummies."

Derek's face contorted with pleasure as his mom's expert hand milked every drop from his lance.

Monica slid up onto her son so that both their naked bodies were pressed together. Her warm naked tits,

smeared with cum, felt exquisite against his lean chest. She stroked his face with her nails as she smiled

down at him. "I take it that was your fist handjob?"

Derek was still catching his breath. "Uh huh."

"And...how was it?"

"Intense!"

Monica gazed adoringly. "I'm not gonna lie and I'm not just saying this because I'm your mother... You

have a really nice dick."

"Thanks," Derek said with a nervous smile.

The huge titted housewife stared into her son's eyes, her own big brown eyes glowing with lust. "So are you

sure you like the idea of practicing sex with me this summer?"

Derek gulped. "Yeah, I mean...if dad lets us."

"Well if he does, we'll have all summer. We could take our time and I could teach you how to REALLY

fuck a girl."

Derek felt light headed, as if he could pass out with excitement. "I am...I mean, yeah, I'd like to learn."

Monica smiled. "Are you sure?"

"Yeah. Are YOU sure?"

Monica smiled naughtily. "Of course, you're my son. What kind of mother would I be if I didn't teach my

son how to handle the onslaught of women coming his way."

"So do you think Dad would be upset, if he knew what we did today?" Derek asked.

Monica fed him a little smile. "What did we do today that was so bad?"

"Well, Mom....you just gave me a handjob."

Monica faked a look of confusion. "Handjob? I didn't see anyone get a handjob, did you?"

"Nope," Derek said with a smile, catching on.

Monica giggled. "Well then there you go."

"You're funny, Mom."

"Know what else I am?"

"What?"

Monica gazed through hooded eyes. "I'm a really good kisser."

Monica sat up, strandling her boy. She reached back and clutched his erection, giving it a a few

rejuvenating strokes. Derek gazed up at her huge mommy-tits as they bobbled heavily on her chest inches

from his eyes. His tongue literally hung out the side of his mouth.

"Ready to learn?" Monica asked, peering down over her tits.

"Sure," Derek muttered.

She lowered her upper half back onto her son's chest and Derek sighed as her boobs flattened against him

like big sponge melons. Monica gazed into her boy's eyes as her luscious lips slowly dropped to his and

planted a series of slow wet kisses. Her full, red lips opened over his in a firey, french kiss which Derek

returned with equal passion.

"Mmmmnnn," the mother moaned. Her naked body was pressed full-length against Derek's, and he was

aware of every wonderful inch of it. Her soft tits were crushed between them, the hard, pink nipples drilling

into his chest.

They broke the kiss, but only for a second. "Good, now let your tongue dance with mine," Monica said.

Derek couldn't believe how long and thick his mom's tongue was. It spun through his mouth, lashing

around his own tongue aggressively, showing her experience. The teen whipped his tongue the best he

knew how so that their wet pink snakes tangled wildly in his mouth.

While making out with his mom Derek could feel his rock hard boner sticking straight up between

Monica's legs. The top half of his prick rested between the split of her quim, like a big Italian sausage in a

bun. He could feel the heat of her cunt-slot radiating against his slab.

Monica's lips slid against her boys as she spoke. "Make sure even after the tongues have seperated a

moment, that you're still sharing wet kisses...like this," Monica said, then let her full lips smack wetly over

her son's again and again.

"And sometimes our tongues can play outside our mouths," she said, then their lickers flailed around

together outside their mouths.

The middle-aged mother feasted hungrily on her son's face, bathing him in wet lip smacking kisses before

darting her tongue back into his mouth for more deep french kissing. Fully aware of the position of their

genitals, Monica closed her thighs around her boy's dong, enclosing it in a sheath of feminine curves.

"Thrust your hips, honey. Fuck it like a pussy," Monica said between kisses.

Derek gently rocked his hips on the air mattress, his cock gliding through the hot pocket of flesh his mother

had created for him. The feeling was out of this world.

A short distance away, two college aged boys stopped and peaked out of the brush. "Oh dude, there's

another couple."

The second kid fished out his phone and began taking video. "Damn dude, look at the body on that broad.

She built like a brick shit house," he whispered.

"She not young either. She's a fuckin MILF!"

The cameraman shook his head. "And that kid's gotta be younger than us. Lucky fuck."

"Oh my God, man look at the way her tits are squashed out against him. They must be huge," the other

whispered.

"That kid's gotta a dick on him. Look at how it's rising up from between her legs."

"We gotta send this one to Randy, show that sorry ass what he's missing," the cameraman said.