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Summary: Jake stumbles across Ron hypnotizing his Mom. He sets her free from Ron only to have her become his teacher.
Another brief teenager fantasy. My mom was never one I ever fantasized about but I had a few friend mothers I would have loved to get a peak at.
I can remember the night well. It was Friday night in May and I was headed home late. The guys and I had started the night on main street scouting girls. The ones we were interested in did not have the time of day for us. The ones who were interested in us, we really did not want to hang out with. The life of a teen.
Me, I was still a virgin, but not for trying. Up until recently I had had bad acne that despite ointment and other so-called cures, had only gotten worse. Finally a new drug for the time came out, "Acutane", and cleared away my zits. The only problem was that they first got worse before they got better. In retrospect, I figured that what it did was make you have all the zits you ever were going to have in a three month period. Even when they had all cleared away, it took time for people, especially teens, to forget. Needless to say, this seriously put a crimp in my love life.
I did have a lot of girls who were friends. It seems having three older sisters taught me how to listen to women and how to behave around them. To bad it didn't teach me how to get them. My sisters always consoled me that when I was older, I would have the right ingredients to find the Ladies, "a willing ear".
After several failed attempts at trying to get some girls interested in us, we decided to give up for the night, buy some beer and sit out on the back roads shooting the breeze. There was always a group at the local teens hanging out (dead end dirt road where we had fires), so we headed out there. Sure enough, there were a dozen or so hanging out by the fire shooting the breeze. It didn't take long until I was feeling good and the time sure flew by. So much for my 11 o'clock curfew.
Mom had gotten a little uptight on the household rules lately. With my dad having passed away a few years ago and all my sisters out of the house now, Tammy had left for college that fall, Mom felt she had better keep an eye on me. She felt I needed more of a fatherly influence. Maybe that is why she had started dating back in February.
One of my friends dropped me off a few houses from mine. I figured I better sneak in, that way even if I got nailed for being late in the morning, I would at least of gotten rid of my beer breathe.
Shit, Ron's car was in the driveway. That means Mom is up. Ron has been dating my mom for a month, but I think he is a creep. I don't know what she sees in him. I will say one thing about his dating Mom, it sure has helped her appearance.
Don't get me wrong, Mom has always had a body. At 5'9" tall, long legs and sexy curves she would get many a man's attention. The "D" she caries and the sweet grabble buns sure helped her. Yes I did peek at her bra in the laundry to check her size but only recently. By the way, she also had a pretty face but I am a teen boy, it is on the checklist but not at the top.
I never noticed how hot she was until Ron started dating her though. One of the reasons I checked out her bras was I could not believe she would ever where something like that. Mom had always been a slacks women with flats and her lingerie consisted of plane white wear that you could buy on sale in Wal-Mart.
This last month she went from slacks, to ankle length skirts to knee high skirts. I believe I even saw her in a mini-skirt tonight. And her shirts had gone from loose fitting and full cover to low necklines and short enough that you could catch glimpses of her belly button. Growing up, I had never seen her belly button that I could remember, even her swimsuits were one piece conservative suits.
Our house was a raised ranch and it looked like Ron and Mom were in the lower level with the lights turned down. I didn't want to know what they were doing. I used a sawhorse from out back to reach the upper bathroom window and eased it slowly open. I was able to crawl in despite my condition. Must have been sobering up already. I made it a point to try and remind myself to put away the sawhorse in the morning.
As I eased into the hallway on my way to the bedroom, I could hear Ron talking calmly to my mother. "You enjoy sucking on cocks don't you Judy .... More and more it is no longer something you put up with but desire to do ... crave. After all, since you have decided to suck my cock, you might as well as enjoy the taste and experience."
What the hell, I couldn't help myself but sneak over to the bottom of the stair case and peered around the corner. There was Mom, in a low cut red bra, matching thong panties and garter belt and hoses. And the blankest look on her face I have ever seen. Ron was standing directly in front of her with his back to me.
"Every time you here, 'Anna Wanna Banana' your craving will increase ...You will not ask to suck on a cock until given permission. Then you will relish it." Ron continued. "Now lets go over you triggers once again. Each time they will become more ingrained in you."
Mom started, "I love dressing sexy."
"When I hear 'sexy, sexy, sexy' I will unconsciously expose myself. The more times it is said in a half hour interval, I will expose a little more of myself."
"When I hear 'Anna Wanna Banana' I will craving for sperm increase. I will not ask to suck on a cock until given permission but then I will relish it.
"When I hear 'invis, invis, invis ' I will cease to realize that there is anyone in the room with me, though my subconscious will keep me from colliding with them. When I hear 'vis, vis, vis,' after a count of ten, I will see normally.
"When I hear 'sweet, sweet dreams' I will have erotic dreams about Ron. I will masturbate to dreams of Ron and me doing sexual acts I would not be comfortable with when awake. As I dream of them, I will become less uptight about and more turned on by these sexual acts. As I masturbate, I will continue to rise higher in my levels of sexual excitement but will stop short of going over the edge. I will sleep without the covers on and I will forget to shut off the lights. Unless someone calls my name, I will not awaken."
"When I hear 'Julia Juicy Judy' I will horny. Anything that reminds me of a cock will get more more and more horny. This will continue until I can frig myself off"
"When I hear 'sleepy, sleepy Judy' I will enter into this wonderful peaceful place and I will listen and obey what I hear. I will only remember this place when I am here and will have no conscious thought of ever have been here. I will obey the trigger phrases though I will not consciously hear them," she finishes.
Ron spoke one more time, "Even when I am not here, every time before you go to sleep and you are alone in your room, I want you to repeat them to yourself. You will not remember any of this when you are awaken. Even when the trigger words are spoken, you will not remember the person speaking them to have spoken them to you. Now get dressed."
That broke the spell over me but as I got ready to charge out there, I realized that he could just put her back under and make her not believe me. I needed time to think of a better plan. It looked like Ron was done for the night anyways. I snuck back upstairs and crawled into bed. Shortly after, I heard Ron leave.
I heard the stairs creek as Mom came up the stairs. (She obviously hadn't memorized the squeaky treads). She came up to my door and peaked in. By then I had formulated a plan.
"Mom"
"Jake are you awake? And when did you get home young ...."
"Sleepy, sleepy Judy," I hoped he hadn't made it so the trigger only worked for him. Instantly, to my relief, her eyes glazed over.
"Can you hear me Judy," I wasn't sure if she would respond to the name Mom.
"Yes ..."
"Think of Ron. No longer will any trigger words work on you .... unless you hear them from me," I decided to add. I originally thought I should erase all the trigger words but having this sexy thirty eight year old women standing there in a tight swoop cut shirt and black mini made me renege on my earlier thoughts. Plus I might need to make sure Ron did not regain control, I reasoned.
"As a matter of fact, you will see Ron for what he is, a sleazy good for nothing. You will no longer talk to Ron except to tell him it is quits for him. You will not be able to hear any of the trigger phrases he utters and you will resist any attempt he makes to hypnotize you. Understand?"
"Yes ..."
"Oh, Judy. You will not remember coming in here tonight but go straight to bed. It will not occur to you that I was late tonight. And give up the idea of dating for a month or so." I needed to make sure she was over this before she went out with anyone.
I really resisted inserting things like giving me a free reign but I still wanted to have a parent around to help me.
She left and went to bed. I had a restless night; I kept seeing Mom in her lingerie. She was one hot woman.
By the time I awoke, the ideal of not using this to my advantage had gone out the window. I started wondering how far this could go. I understand that you cannot make a person do what they morally object to but I wondered if you could talk them into it. I spent most of the day thinking about how to go about this and what I did not want to change.
"By supper, Ron had called twice and Mom had told him that they were going to break it off. The last thing I thought I heard him say over the phone was "sleepy, sleepy Judy". Mom did not react as if she had heard it. I am not sure if Ron ever figured what happened but he must have decided to invest his time in another women, because it was the last we heard of him.
After supper I asked to talk with Mom. "Could we sit on the couch," I asked. She quickly dropped everything not because she was hypnotized but because her teenage son had actually asked to talk.
"Sleepy, sleepy Judy," I began.
Again her eyes glazed over and she entered a trance.
"Judy, do you love your son?" I asked
"Very much," she replied
"Why did you start dating again?"
"I thought you might need a man in the house who you could talk with."
"Would I talk about sex with this man?"
"Yes"
"Would it be alright if I talked to you about sex?"
"Yes, but awkward"
"If it did not have to be awkward, would you like to?"
"Yes"
"From now on it is not awkward to talk to Jake about sex."
"It is no longer awkward to talk to Jake about sex," she repeated.
"Do you think Jake is a virgin," I asked.
"Yes"
"How does that make you feel?"
"I wish he had a girlfriend," she replied.
"You know you have classes for math, classes for driving, but no real class for sex education."
"It is not something you can teach in a classroom"
"Needs to be taught in the streets?" I queried.
"No, probably something that should be taught at home."
"You were a teacher before us kids were born, weren't you?"
"Yes"
"Then maybe you could teach Jake? As a matter of fact, the more you think about it the more reasonable it seams."
"How?" she questioned.
"Do you think he has a real good understanding of a women's body? Do you think those immature bodies of the girls his age will really prepare him for a grown women? Maybe you could 'accidentally' allow him to see you in revealing clothes? As a matter of fact, that is what you will do. You will continue to wear sexy lingerie and you will accidentally leave the bathroom door open from time to time. You will know that he goes out sometimes when you are dressing but you will not close the shades, making believe no one can see you. During these occasions, you will think that it is a good time to do some dance exercising in your underwear. You will wear skimpy bathing suits when only Jake is home . or if his friends are there with him," I added as an after thought. "It will cease to feel wrong when you do this. It will begin to feel right, after all you are his sex education teacher. Do you understand?"
"Yes .. " she replied tentatively.
"Repeat what I said in regard to teaching Jake."
She repeated what I said.
"Do you understand?"
"Yes .. " she replied more at ease.
I had her repeat it three more times. But the end she sounded confident about her decision.
"It would make sense that you would enjoy teaching," I told her. "It would even be good for Jake to see a women's body experiencing pleasure. So I tell you what, you will feel aroused when exposing yourself to Jake. The more you do it, the more at ease with it you will be and the more aroused it will make you."
Again I had her repeat it back to me.
"Finally, " I ended with, "when you hear 'sweet, sweet dreams' you will think of Jake and not Ron. As a matter of fact, all the triggers that focused on Ron will now be focused on Jake. All you will remember about this time is having a conversation with Jake about his sex life and how he told you he was a virgin. Jake told you how he is not sure how he would even behave with a woman in bed. You will feel an overwhelming empathy with him and desire to teach him more about sex and how to please a woman. Now awaken." She blinked at me, drew me to her in a hug and told me how much she loved me.
"I am glad we had this conversation," she told me after holding me a few minutes. "We need to do this more often." Slowly she pulled away from me while still clutching my head in her arms. This had the effect of lowering my head into her soft breast. As if she finally realized what she had been doing, Mom jerked away from me with some excuse about needing to get something from the kitchen.
I really love Jake. I sure wish he had a girl friend. You would think a strong built man like Jake would have his picks of girls. I would think he is sexy ... if I was his age that is. I really need to teach him more about girls. Ummm ...
May was a wonderful month. It was a full moon all month, the Judy moon that is. About a week after I had my talk with Mom, I slipped them out the back door when I saw Mom go in her room.
When Dad had died, she could not bear to sleep in the same bedroom. With Tammy still in the first floor front bedroom and me in the upstairs back bedroom, she took the first floor back bedroom. This was great for peeping Jake. I remember when it was Caitlin's room, my oldest sister. I was out one night when she was changing. I realized she did not know her window blinds were virtually transparent. Even shut you could see right through them but the light from indoors reflecting off the glass, kept her from seeing me. Tonight, Mom "forgot" to close the mini-blinds. It was her way of giving me a better view of her body. Class was on.
She walked up to her bureau, which she had conveniently moved to be next to the rear window and started taking her shirt off. Even though I had seen her naked in recent days through half opened doors, it still took my breath away to see those tits pop out with only a skimpy lacy bra covering them, powder blue.
I can't believe I am doing this, I hope he can't see me blush through the shades. I slipped out of the black mini I was wearing and straightened out the garter belt. I hoped he appreciated the powder blue thong and hose, because the thong sure was climbing up my ass. Now for a little exercise, it is amazing how turned on it makes me feel displaying my wares to my son .... I am his teacher, I reminded myself.
As Mom started her aerobics, her tits bounced all over the place. Occasionally a nipple would poke out before she would hide it again. I could see the damp spot between her legs and I realized it was more than sweat, She was getting excited having me watch her. Half way through, she turned around, giving me a wonderful view of her ass with the powder blue thong separating her cheeks. I especially loved the leg stretches. I got within five feet of the window, as close as you could get without being seen. After about twenty minutes of exercising she stopped and reached for her robe.
"I better hurry in," I thought as raced for the back door and onto the couch were I had been sitting. I just managed to get seated when she came out of her room.
"Are you watching a good show?" she asked to me as I tried to catch my breath on the couch.
"Great show," I answered, not sure what was even on. Man she looked hot in that kimono and it had been a great show I had been watching.
"Well I will be going to bed now," she said as she headed back into the bedroom and shuts off the lights.
She did not leave the blinds open every night. This would seem like it was done on purpose and she wanted me to think it was by accident. Plus, for me, it would take some of the fun out of it if she just let me look anytime. Maybe later on but right now I enjoyed the game.
Whether there was a nightly show or not, my friends, Jim, Tim and Roger and me did enjoy Mom's new bathing suits. We had a pool in the backyard where she would sun bathe and she placed herself in the perfect position to give us the best view from my room. The skimpy top covered only a quarter of her breasts and the bikini bottoms had a habit of crawling up her ass. The dark green suit against her tanned flesh looked so appealing.
As the month wore on, I couldn't help but try some of her trigger phrases. One night she had one of her girl friends, Jen, over. I whispered to her while Jen was in the bathroom, "Julia, Juicy Judy." When Jen came back to the table I offered her some carrots.
"That would be great." she replied.
I sat back and watched them talk. Lucky for Mom, Jen could talk up a storm and she did not have to reply much which was good because I could see Mom loosing her concentration as she watched Jen dip her carrots in dip and eat them in front of her. I decided to add to the fun by pulling out a corn dog and heating it up.
I stayed in the line of sight of Mom and took my time eating the corn dog. She was just a squirming in her seat. Mom all of a sudden remembered an errand she had to run right away. "I am sorry Jen, we will have to finish this conversation later. I just remembered I have to get to the cleaner before it closes and I believe it closes at four today."
"What cleaner closes at four," Jen protests. But Mom was not dissuaded as she ushered her out the door.
As soon as Jen was gone she made a beeline to her bedroom.
"Invis, invis, invis," I tell her as she gets close. I manage to beat her into the room as she shuts the door.
In seconds flat she has her dress hiked up and her pink thong shoved down enough to get her fingers in her pussy. She can't get the thong beyond the pink garters but it far enough down to giver her free access. Her panties are soaked with her juice. She shoves one, two, three, finally four fingers up her pussy as she tries to fill the void. Her other hand starts caressing her tits through her shirt. In no time flat, her moaning and the gyration of her hips showing me she is coming over the top. I watch her thrashing as she tries to shove more of her hand down her pussy. Her breath comes in gasps as she makes one last thrust and lets out a sigh. There she is, almost passed out in joy, cum dripping down her thighs and a damp spot on her bed. She was to exhausted even to remove her fingers from her pussy, which now includes her thumb and half her hand.
I snuck out but left her door open about two inches. I went back to the family room and positioned myself on the couch for a direct view of her hand shoved in her pussy. I picked up a magazine and waited. Soon I could see her move her hand away as she sat up. I quickly looked at the magazine and shuffled it loud enough for her to have heard me. I could feel her eyes upon me as she realized that from that vantage point I must had quite a show. She straightened up her dress and walked to the bathroom.
I think Jake saw me masturbating. I can't believe I did that. I don't know what got over me. I must be beat red right now. I better go wash myself off.
He is looking me right in the eye. Is that a slight grin I see on his face? It must have turned him on, I think I see a delicious bulge in his pants. It is turning me on just thinking about it. I better settle for a cold shower and clean pair of thongs...
Another time as I headed to bead I whispered, "sweet, sweet dreams ... invis, invisi, invis" to Mom and then I headed towards her room. A little while later she came into the bedroom, stripped down to her thong, I never got sick of looking at those squeezable jugs.
She pulled out a pale blue sheer teddy to wear to bed, climbed into bet and was almost instantly asleep. At first there were only an occasional groan and then her left had reached up and started massaging her breasts. Finally, her right hand found its way to her crotch were she shoved the her thong aside and inserts two fingers into her already moist pussy. I pulled out a camera and snapped a few picture of her for my records. I knew the action had only begun. Within ten minutes she had all five fingers on her right hand submerged into her pussy, frantically trying to get off. Her left hand began pulling at her nipples which were fully erect. I could tell she was close, then she stopped. Still she moaned on. After a few minutes she started to frig herself some more. This cycle continue through the night. Part way through the night I pulled myself away into get some shut eye. When I looked in on her a few hours later, she was still at it, her whole body covered with sweat.
After about a month of this I decided to push the envelope. We had just finished super and I was helping to clear the table.
"Mom we need to have another heart to heart talk," I told her. "I still haven't found a date."
"Sure honey, I love having heart to heart talks with you."
"Sleepy, sleepy Judy, you need to upgrade your teaching of Jake. He needs to be able to see how to give women pleasure. He needs to see you give yourself pleasure."
"But he is my s..."
"You are his teacher," I interrupted.
"I am his teacher ..." she repeats.
"It gives you pleasure to show him."
"Pleasure ..."
"Immense sexual pleasure to teach him."
"Immmmennnse ..." she groans.
"Do you have any vibrators?" I asked.
"Never ..." she replies.
"You need to get some so he can see where to put his cock and how to give a woman pleasure with it.
"But ..."
"But," I interrupt. "Speaking of which, what is the one thing you never consider doing with Jake?"
"I could never fuck him!"
"Why?"
"It is wrong for a mother and son ..."
"Why?"
"If they were to have a child ..." she began.
"That is the main taboo, correct, a child? What if you had sex in way that could not conceive a child."
"How?" she asked. "Even with contraceptives, there is always the chance."
"Is there ways a virgin can please a man without breaking her hymen?"
"Yes ..." she answers kind of questionably."
"Yes," I reinforce. "She could use her hands."
"Yes."
"She could use oral sex."
"Yes."
"She could squeeze his cock between her tits."
"Yes."
"Are there any other openings she could use."
"Possibly ..."
"What other way?" I asked.
"Her ass," she said tentatively. You could tell she had a hard time talking about it.
"Is there anything wrong with using this hole?" I asked.
"It is gross and it would hurt"
"If it was not gross to her, if the hole was stretched, and if she got pleasure from it, would it be a good solution?"
"I guess so," she mumbled.
"Yes it would be ok," I told her.
"Yes it would be."
"From now on, when you go to sleep, dream of ways you could show Jake how to make love using other parts of your body besides you pussy. Think of ways that to make those ways more pleasurable. Nothing on your body would gross Jake out so it should not gross you out. Keep some lubricant near your bed and stretch those parts of your body that need to be stretched for your comfort and pleasure. Use the dildo and vibrators to imitate his cock. The more new the love making idea is to you the more pleasure it will give you. They are only fantasies, and as his teacher you will need to stretch you imagination."
"pleasure ... fantasies ... stretch my imagination"
I used the regular closing statements like, "you had a wonderful conversation with your son about sex, not to detailed but you talked to him about what a women might like, how to dress. You will not consciously remember the details but will retain the command subconsciously. You love feeling this peace to talk to your son like this. You love being his teacher. Now awaken."
I love having these conversations with my son. I am so glad I can help him know more about the opposite sex. I know I shouldn't but it gets me wet just talking about it with him. Well, it shouldn't be a chore after all.
I need to show him more about how to make love. Where did that thought come from, I hope he doesn't notice my blush.
"Ah Jake, I have to go clean my bedroom." I tell him in a husky voice. As I close the door to my room my hands pull up my skirt and thrust down my panties. It is hard to believe the crotch of my panties are already completely soaked and my juice is flowing down my thighs. What has become of me, a few months ago I barely ever had the urge let alone the intensity. Well it at least makes my lesson for Jake easier.
My left hand is working hungrily on my pussy, one, two, three, four, and now most of my hand is up my pussy. My right hand is under my shirt pulling on my erect nipples. None of this is enough. I need something more than my hand to fill the void in my pussy, I think as my eyes spot my hair brush on the bed stand. That handle might make a good substitute prick.
By now my pussy was aching to explode and reason has left my mind. I grabbed the brush, laid back on my bed and started pumping away with the handle jammed in my pussy. That prick feels so good. "AHHH! ... AHHHH! ... AHHHHH! ... AHHHHHH!" over the edge I go.
Wow! I awoke with the bristles of my brush were tickling my pussy, and I realize with shock what I have just done. But it felt so good. I noticed for the first time that in my haste, I had not even lowered the blinds, let alone closed them. I wonder if Jake .... Well Jake needed to know how to please a woman. He could think of the brush as his cock but in some other woman's pussy, not his mothers. Absent-mindedly I find myself sucking on the brush handle thinking of Jakes cock.
"What am I doing?" I think to myself. "Well it wouldn't be like he was in my pussy. It is only a fantasy. What other fantasies could I dream up." With that happy thought, I drift off to sleep, with the end of the brush back in my mouth. I never knew I tasted so good just a little sperm mixed in would make a perfect mixed drink.
What a show, it was all I could do not to run in there and help Mom. As it was, it was a little sticky and wet getting out of my pants that night. I did not think she would take to the suggestion so quick, she must be getting more relaxed about the "teaching" business. I couldn't wait to see if the suggestion about anal sex would take hold......
Within a week, Mom had bought two dildos and a vibrator. One dildo was about seven inches long and one inch in diameter. The vibrator looked slightly longer and thicker. The second dildo caught my interest because it was slightly shorter and about three quarters of an inch in diameter. I could tell they heightened her sexual drive. The once a week show I had been getting turned into every three days and her gentler orgasms turned into hip bucking thrashes.
When she started, she was more tentative with the new toys. She would suck on one, imitating a blowjob, then set it aside and mount the vibrator in her pussy for a ride. After a while she really started getting into it. She would be sucking on one dildo, sliding the second vbrator in and out of her pussy, while she slid one in and out of her pussy. It didn't take her long until she was deep throating the one in her mouth. About when she started deep throating the dildo, I noticed a jar of KY jelly appear in the room ....
I still can't believe I actually bought the KY jelly. I remember the start of the idea of anal sex. I had never considered it before a few weeks ago, but I was trying to come up with more ways of fantasizing about Jake without the traditional fucking. At first the idea scared me but as I dreamed about it, it actually started to excited me. After all, I needed to prepare him for any type of woman he encountered.
So here I am with a greased index finger at the edge of my asshole, lying on the bed with my ass up in the air. Of course I closed the shades tonight. I am not ready for Jake to see me with my finger up my ass yet. "Ohh," I gasp as I enter. Not so bad just a little discomforting. Lets try to get it past the knuckle. If I am ever going to get any enjoyment from this, I will need to do my stretches.
Actually this is starting to get me excited. "Ohh yes, stretch that ass ...". One index finger up there, lets try the middle finger now. This is getting better, I can feel the dildo in my pussy. Wow, what a turn on, I bet a man would really get turned on if I could massage his dick from my asshole. I can't believe this could feel so good. I can't believe it, I am actually going to have an orgasm from fingering my asshole. "Yess ...," I grown as my body shudders. Look at the pool of cum on my sheets. What have I ... beco ..... I am becoming the best teacher.
I can remember that Friday, in the later part of June, when I first saw her use all three of her new toys at once.
I can't believe how good this feels. The vibrator in my pussy is taken me straight to the top. And the dildo in my mouth makes me think of Jake's cock. Yes, it feels so good. I never thought I could deep throat before, but with a little practice, I don't even gag. I can just imagine sucking on his cock, licking his balls with my tongue. I know it would drive him wild. He would just explode into my mouth and I would lick up every drop. I can't believe how turned I am getting. And to think Jake can see his mother creaming over him with a vibrator in her pussy and a dildo shoved down her mouth. You better be taking good notes Jake because I might pass out her from all this attention.
No time like the present to se if I can go for three. I have been doing my stretches all week. Let me just dip my fingers in my cunt and get good and lubricated, then I can stretch the nether hole before inserting little pink dildo.
Let me stick my ass up in the air so Jake can get a good view. Keep my legs apart to allow free access to the vibrator. This is not easy when you are feeling so good. Oh yah, shove that finger in. Man, I can feel the vibrator going in my pussy. I just need to hold on a little longer and get this dildo shoved up there. Ohh, that dildo sure feels big, but ohh, it sure feels good. Why ... I ... never .... , I can feel my pussy just throbbing ... I can't ... AHHHHHHHHHHHH ... AHHHHHHHH .... AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH !!!
It ... is ... like .... one continuous orgasmmmmm. I have ... to ... stop ... before .... I .... pass ... out AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!! ......
Ohh wow! That was awesome. What a way to wake up with the vibrator just bussing my pussy. What time is it? I've been out for two hours! With my two of my three holes filled. I am glad I had the sense to spit out the dildo in my mouth before I passed out. I can't believe it I am climbing for another orgasm. I need to get this out before .... maybe just a little twist back there ... first ... ohhhHHHHH yESSSS!!!
Now I better stop. It feels so empty pulling them out but I need to get some sleep before tomorrow. Maybe just on lick off the vibrator ...Uggh, I can't believe I just thought of that, what has gotten into me ... I am just being a good teacher. I think I'll just go to sleep with this cuddled between my breast. I know I should clean this off but the heavenly smell of sex is so good, just thinking of Jake's cock between my breasts. Nice thoughts to go to sleep with ...
Who would of thought my prudish mother would get so into being an exhibitionist for her son. She has sure changed her tune. I have to keep wondering how far she would go. With my birthday just a few weeks ahead, I thought I would give her another little push.
Jake's birthday is coming up, I should give him something special for his birthday. He is becoming such a man. I would like to get him something to go along with the teaching I have been giving him. Maybe ...
I know, I can get him a stripper to show up for his birthday! Let him have a few buddies over to share his excitement with. I'll have to probably be gone when the stripper shows up. Make it look like a gift from an anonymous friend so if word got out nobody, including me, would get in trouble for it.
I have to find just the right stripper for this party. Can't just have anyone stripping for my son. Has to be a hot ticket. Plenty of bust on her. After all, he is used to seeing my tits. Too bad he is my son or I could do a good job. Put all those dance classes to use. I can imagine the outfit now. Start off with a policewoman's outfit. (Give them a little scare). It will have knee high black boots, spike heels instead of the standard trooper boots, with the trousers or knickers tucked in. I would have to see if I could get or make a set of knickers where the crotch would snap out and would become a kind of skirt. The outfit would have a standard police hat and shirt to make it look official. A pair of whit gloves to add a little later in the dance.
Underneath the uniform, the outfit would consist of a black and purple corset with a half bra to allow the nipples to be seen. A separate garter belt would allow the corset to be removed and still keep the garters on. A black lace tear-away thong panties to tease the boys with. On second thought, the trousers can be loose fitting so they can slide over the boots and underneath them could be a black beaded skirt. This would add some sound and glitter to the dance.
Now that I got that all figured out, I am still stuck on where to find the right stripper for my boy.
It only took her a little encouragement to get her to think of hiring a stripper for my party. She still had yet to realize who the stripper would be. I was taking one step at a time with this.
I already knew whom I would invite. Jim, Tom, and Roger were my best friends. We had hung out together since 6th grade. Their luck with women wasn't any better than mine. And any of them leaked out that there had been a stripper at my party, most people would think the had dreamed it up.
Now to get Mom made up in such away that the boys would not recognize her as my Mom. Well at least not for sure. Maybe I would let them stumble upon it at a later date.
I just filled out the stripper card for Jake. It had a lude poem I wrote in it (I never new I had it in me) and was signed, "a Good Friend."
I have tried everywhere to find a stripper for Jake's party. None of them would strip for boys his age, don't they realize that they are really men coming of age?
If it were just Jake and there was a way that he would not recognize me, I would do it myself. After all I am his teacher and no one else is as well endowed as me to teach him. It would be fun. It turns me on just thinking about it. I can't believe I would even think about let alone be turned on by the idea of stripping for ... I am a good teacher. If I could change my hair, I think as I look in the mirror. Maybe a bushy blonde wig would do it. Some tanning solution to make my complexion darker than it already is. Some heavy makeup to hide behind. Have to bleach my pussy so it looks as blond as my hair ... Hmm hmm, kind of funny thinking of doing that... Of course I'll have to color it back to its natural color so Jake doesn't notice. I could pull it off. Of course there are the other boys. I never thought I would be stripping for anyone let alone a bunch of teen boys ... I can't believe it, her I am at work getting wet just thinking about it. I got to get to the bathroom and clean myself ... Oh my god, I have soaked through my skirt and there is a wet spot on my chair. And that heavenly smell of sex is so strong it is ... I have to get to the bathroom for some relief. Hope no one notices, at least it is a dark skirt and the bathroom is close.
The boys and I are having a great time at my party. I was showing them a digital camera my mother gave me for my birthday. Neither them of my mother knew how much use we would get out of that. Mom had gotten me two six packs of beer for my birthday, hidden in the closet. This was her pretext of leaving us boys alone. She had talked with the other boys parents about it and they agreed to it as long as the boys were not allowed to leave the house. But in order to cover herself, we could not tell anyone and she was to leave the house for a few hours while we put down a few. At least that was her excuse and that is what I told the boys.
"Have to go boys," she tells us as she heads out the door. "Remember, no one is to leave and don't invite anyone over while I am gone."
"We will behave," I told her.
There was a twinkle in her eye and a little nervousness as she left.
"Let's break out the beer, munchies and cards," Tom said as soon as she was out the driveway.
"Let the party begin," hooted Jim.
"Yeah," we all agreed.
We pulled out the cards, beverages, and snacks and started our poker game. I pulled out four cigars and handed them to the boys.
"What is a card game without some cigars," I said. "Courtesy of my sister Sammy."
"What about the smell?" Roger asked nervously.
I pulled out a can of air freshener and showed them. "I think Mom will still guess we smoked a few cigars but I don't think she will say anything with it being my birthday. We'll leave the windows open and I'll get a fan going to suck the smoke out." I got up and went upstairs to fetch the fan and came back down with the fan and a video camera. "Look what I found in the closet," lifting up the camera for everyone to see. Maybe we will take some videos of the party."
"Is there a tape in it?" asked Jim.
"No, but I think Mom bought a six pack of tapes a year ago (really it was me about a week ago) and put them in the entertainment center. We have only ever used one of tapes that I can remember." I said as I dug out the five tapes where I had placed them. "Remember the zany He-man videos we used to make when we were younger?"
"Yeah," said Jim. "Turning it upside down and standing on our heads, making believe we were holding the world in our hands," he laughed.
"Or that video where we tried to dress up as bikers dudes and rode our BMX bikes around," laughed Roger as he helped me fasten the camera to the tripod.
"What are we tonight?" asked Tim.
"I thought we could just film a little of us playing poker and add it to our collection if there are any funny sections." I focused the camera on the table.
By now a half hour had gone by and I figured Mom could show up any time. It was hard not to get a hard on just thinking of the time ahead.
I 'accidentally' spilled some chips and went to get the shortened broom out the closet to clean up the mess. While I was up I got a new container of creamy chip dip. I had just sat down when there was a knock at the door.
"Who could that be," asked Jim.
We all ditched the beer incase it was someone who might turn us in for drinking. By the third knock we had put out the cigars and were spraying air freshener around like there was no tomorrow.
Even though I was pretty sure of who it was, my anticipation made me somewhat shaky giving me the appearance of being afraid we would get caught.
When I opened the door to a woman state trooper, the boys just about pissed their pants. "I heard there was a party going on," she said. Even knowing she was my Mom, who I have lived with all my life and recently seen naked with vibrators and dildos sticking out and in her, I was hard pressed to recognize her. She had the complexion of a Latino with a bleach job. The overdone makeup job did well to disguise her facial features. The outfit, though not quite what our officers where around here, was perfect except for the spiked boots. I did not think any of the boys noticed with all the adrenaline running through their brains.
"Can I help you officer," I stammered.
"Is Jake Summers here?" she asked scanning the room. Her voice was slightly high than normal. She was using a story telling voice she used when I was a kid. She would not realize that until later.
"That me," I said enjoying the game and trying to keep from laughing at the expressions of Jim, Tim and Roger.
"I have a report here of a birthday party in progress where there might be some unlawful conduct going on," she continued as she entered and closed the door.
"No officer, nothing unlawful here." I backed up giving her room until she was closer to the center of the room and near the table.
"We will have to see about that," she stated as she headed to the stereo, eject the CD and put in her own. As the heavy beat in the music started, she turn around with a sultry look on her face and tossed me her cap. Inside was a card which I took out as she walked toward me, swinging her hair and swaying her hips.
Standing about a foot from me and licking her lips seductively, she commanded me to, "read the card, out loud."
"Anal Anna wannah banana, Lucious Lucy likes to lick up the leftover juicy.
"UMMMmmm," she groaned. I looked up to see a look of pure lust on her face. I continued with the card, "Here is a stripper to welcome you to manhood. From a Friend." I had helped her to come up with the idea of the card and even helped phrase it so the right words were in it without triggering her as she wrote it.
"Which one of you?" I started to ask my friends. They all shook their heads. But I could tell they were starting to relax and look forward to the show.
Mom danced seductively to the music. Even though I had seen her in doing aerobics in the nude, she never practiced her dance in front of me, so I would supposedly never know it was her. This was fine for me since it made the dance more of a present for me. My dick stood at attention, straining the crotch of my pants.
She slowly unbuttoned her blouse, flashing us black-laced bra beneath. She then took it off and twirled the shirt over her head, throwing it at Roger. He grinned foolishly back at her, never taking his eyes off her tits straining to escape their tight confine. She giggled her tits enthusiastically, throwing us a kiss as she did.
Swinging around in one fluid move, she spread her legs, bent over, and grabbed her thighs. Looking at us from between her legs, she started massaging her inner thighs and licking her lips. She unsnapped the legs of her knickers, continuing to dance. With a wink her thumbs slid into the waste band of the knickers and began to pull them down, letting the globes of her ass poke out from her pants with the beaded skirt underneath parted around them. She teased us like she was going to stop before letting the knickers fall to the floor. Then spinning, her bead skirt began to flow outward from her hips, giving us the glimpse of the black thong and matching garter belt below. Pulling the top cup of her bra, her nipple popped out for all to see.
As she reached to unclasp her bra (front clasp) I asked her, "Are you Luscious Lucy?" "Ummm!" came the groan as she closed her eyes and peeled off the bra. She swung the bra over my head and drew me close for a passionate kiss.
Woww!!!
She left me for a second to draw the other boys out of their seat to the front, French kissing each of them. Squeezing her tits, her nipples standing straight out, she jiggled her tits, rubbing them in our face.
"Does Anal Anna wannah banana?", I asked.
"Arghhhh!" she groaned. I could see her eyes glaze over, recording but not processing what was happening around her. She grabs her thong from the section parting her ass and pulls it as tight as she can. It parts her swollen pussy lips as she pulls it back and forth, finally tearing it comletely off
Ahhh, I need something to fill my ass with. I mustn't get to carried away with ... It all I can think about. My fingers just don't do it. There is a broom right there, just about the right height. Now I need some lube. Ohhh, yess!!! a couple sips though the slopping wet pussy and that cream dip will help. One gallop on that on the handle and ... yesss ... it is finding a new home. A little dance an a little sweeping and a ... lot ... of ... cumming ... Ahhh.
What was that flash? Oh, Jake is reading the card again.
Something about banana?
There is that flash again. I need some manly seed to drink. Where can I get some? I need it so bad.
"Pull it out," I can hear myself whisper to Jake. My God, I can't have actually said that Oh no! He is pulling it out and ...
Flash. "You heard Anna Banana, wip it out," said Jake as he proceeded to pull his cock out of his pants. "I don't want to be standing here like this all by myself." I could not take my eyes off of Jake's cock. I was almost drooling to get my mouth on it. The other guys must have seen the look on my face because they quickly pulled out their cocks. I had never seen so many cocks at one time. Flash.
"Ahhh...," I cried as a orgasm went over me. Just look at those cocks waiting to be juiced. The boys are staring at my crotch .... I can't believe it look at the juice flowing from my pussy. I have a handful I just scraped off my thighs and it smells so sexy. I bet Jake would like a taste of this nectar. Let it drip off my fingers into his waiting mouth, yes Jakie, drink you mamma cum as she get ready to drink ... I can't believe I am doing this. Flash. What is wrong .... Oh look at those cocks. All needing attention. Oomph! Scrumptious. Watch Jakie and learn as I swallow your cock. Tickle your balls with my tongue. Not to fast, now. Let Momma enjoy this. I can tell your getting close. Can't let the birthday boy loose it to soon.
Oh Jimmy, I never knew what you hid in those shorts. Yummy jimmy, let me slurp that rod of yours. Slowly suck your cok into my throat. Flash. I am going to, ..... Ahhh!, cream again. Oh, that threw you over the edge didn't it little jimmy, .... AHHHH!, that taste, yes ..... Ahhh.
One suck on Jake as I go over to Roger. Flash. Lets see if you can take it any longer than Jim, .... Ahhh, let me suck it all down Roger. Let me empty, ... Ahhh, you out.
Let me tease you a little more Jake. Only Timmy to go. You like when I grab you, ha Timmy. Lick that head all the way around. Good thing you don't know who is blowing your mind, Timmy, or you would have lost it already. I've seen the way you look at me in those swimsuits I bought this summer, all you boys. Slowly lick up your rod and, swallow, you are in. Let the teacher show you how it is done. let me tease your balls with my tongue and hands while you build, .... AHHH! Keep pumping it out Timmy. I need all, .... AHHHH!, I can get. Flash.
Oh Jakie, I am not done with you yet. Let me taste that cock of yours. Umm, the best for last.
Uargh! Jakie what are you doing grabbing my head, ... AHHHHH! Fuck Momma's mouth Jakie, .... AHHHHHHHH!, fuck it hard. Yes Jakie, Give it me, give it to me. What a sensation to fee you balls slapping against, .... AHHHHHH ... AHHHHHH ... AHHHHHHH, my face. AHHHHH ... , why are you pulling out, yes .... AHHHHH ... feel that jism spurt onto my face. I need to catch all I can in my mouth. Flash. What a tasty treat you are. AHHHH .... lick that cock clean.
Oh my God, what have I done! I need to get out of here. My knees are so week, it is a wonder I didn't pass out, and surely a month ago I would have. I need to get some clothes on, slip those trousers on, button up that shirt. Flash. Shit, is that a camera Roger is holding? That what those flashes were. I'll have to worry about that later, is that our video camera there? And the light is on. From that angle they would have gotten the whole thing. I got to get out of here.
The look on Mom's face. I didn't know someone could blush that red. She must have just snapped out of the lust-induced trance.
Mom stopped just before the door with her arms full of clothes and her shirt half buttoned up. She turned around and grabbed the thong panties from her pile, reached under her skirt and wiped off all the juice the panties could absorb, walked over to me and pushed them gently into my mouth. She kissed me on the forehead and whispered, in her own but raspy voice, "Happy birthday and thanks for the best orgasm of my life."
Mom had improvised quite a bit from the suggestion I had given her. I had hoped that she might go for all of us once she saw the dicks and she did. I wasn't sure if she would use the broom handle like that or not. I had not given her any suggestions about her cum. The whole routine was beyond my wildest imagination.
We talked about it every time we got together for months. We swore ourselves to secrecy lest someone get in trouble. We added the tape to our collection and made may blow ups of the pictures.
Mom came home about an hour later. I could tell, though I don't think the boys noticed, that she was a little wobbly.
"Well I'll go to my room so you boys can have some privacy,'" she said hoarsely. She came over and kissed me good night, "I hope this was your best birthday ever." I could still smell sex on her as she went off to her room.
After Mom went to bed, we burnt the midnight oil checking out and editing the picture form the evening festivities. With the video software we had gotten with the PC, we were able to get a few more stills. We talked about selling some of the pictures on the web. Since even they did not recognize Mom, I figured it would be safe, maybe even add some pictures from earlier episodes, where Mom face was not clearly seen.
Even though we stayed up half the night and slept most the morning, we still were up before Mom. I think it was quite a dancing workout for her, let alone the multiple orgasms. She was still looked gorgeous wearing her skimpy robe as she made us breakfast in the morning.
After breakfast I asked her, "Have seen that new PS2 game I had bought with my birthday money."
"Yes Jake, it is in the car in the store bag."
"We'll go get it."
As we came into the garage I pointed out the bike helmet my sister Tammy had bought me for a present. As they checked it out I quickly made a beeline to the car and grabbed my shopping bag, which was a little fuller than it should have been. I looked inside and sure enough, there was a blonde wig and leather studded dog collar inside with a tag reading "Anna Banana", just as I had suggested she accidentally do. I pulled out my game and spilled the rest of the contents on the driver seat and headed for the house door, picking up my buds along the way.
"That was an awesome party last night," I started the conversation.
"That was great," agreed Roger.
"Mom doesn't realize the half of what she gave us, but I think we should really thank her for her part," I continued.
"Yeah, you Mom sure has turned out to be one cool chick," agreed Tim.
"One HOT chick," corrected Jim and they did not even realize she was the stripper.
Just as we reached the door, Mom popped out. She was beat red and gave me an anxious look. Jim could not help but notice Mom's ample cleavage showing through her short robe. It must have came loose in the her rush to get out. Mom closed up the robe as Jim's face turned red.
"Thanks for the party, Mrs. M," said Tim trying to cover for his friends embarrassment.
"Yeah," agreed Roger with enthusiasm.
"Your a great mom," said Jim.
"Thanks for all you did," I told her kissing her on the cheek as I quietly thanked her, "Anna thanks for the gift," in her ear. Again she turned many more shade of red as we walked into the house. I slurred "Anna" enough that I was quite sure that the boys probably heard "And" instead and Mom would not be quite sure. She blushed several more shades of red as we walked by her to get into the house. She continued to the car and as I peaked out the window. I can see her stuff the wig and collar under her robe. This was going to be the best summer yet.
I have several ideas of a sequel but not a lot of writing time. If anyone else would like to take over, you have my permission. I thought that after Jake got to explore Judy up close and test her mouth an nether regions, he could share some more with his buds. Say a Halloween party where they could take turns screwing her. Finally I thought that Jake could practice hypnosis on his mother until he perfects it and then add some of is friends foxy Moms to the club. Whatever, if I have time that is my intended direction. I have