Mom's Love Lessons 1

Mom’s Love Lessons, Ch. 1

by Tim & Rachael DMM

“Mom, can I ask you about something?”  Molly stands sheepishly at the bottom of the basement stairs, afraid her mother will be upset at having her workout interrupted.  Molly shivers a bit.  The basement is finished, but it’s still kind of cold down there.  Her mom completes the stretch she’s doing and then turns her attention to her daughter.

“Of course, dear.  What’s on your mind?”

“You probably don’t want to talk about this now.  We can do it another time.”  Molly turns to go back upstairs in a desperate effort to escape.

“Don’t be silly.  Go ahead, what do you want to ask me?”

Molly pauses and thinks about aborting her mission entirely.  This is so embarrassing.

“It’s…um…nothing really…just…I don’t know…it’s about sex…I guess.”

“Sex?”  Linda begins a set of toe touches, following along with the brightly-dressed, skinny girls with big boobs leading her televised workout.  “Now you’ve got my attention.”

Molly comes back down a few steps, not sure how to begin.  “I was just wondering about it, that’s all.  Like how it everything…y’know…works?”  She watches her mom bend and touch her toes without any problem.  Would she ever have a butt like that?  Hers is all flat and whatever the opposite of juicy is.

“Didn’t I already have this talk with you?  Oh, God, that was, what? Four years ago now?”

“Five, actually.  But that was more about periods and where babies come from, not so much about what you’re supposed to do, y’know?”

“Ah, I see.”  Her mom switches to reaching for the ceiling with alternating arms.  Molly had pretty much given up on getting tits like her mother’s.  They weren’t porn-star huge, but they had to be at least Ds, maybe double-Ds.  Molly barely qualified for a B-cup, and at 18 didn’t expect she was going to get much bigger.  She must have inherited her boob genes from her father’s side.

“Does this have something to do with Nicolas?”

“Nick,” Molly corrected her for the hundredth time.  “But, yeah, sort of.”

“Is he pressuring you?”

“No, Mom!  It’s not like that at all.  It’s not him…it’s me.”  Molly knew this was a bad idea, but she was too far in to get out of it now.  “I want to know how…just…how it’s all supposed to go.”

“I’m not really sure what you’re asking, dear.  It’s not like you’re a virgin.”  Her mom goes down on the floor and begins thrusting her hips up in the air.  It looks very lewd, but Molly can’t stop watching her.

“But, Mom, I am still a virgin!”

Her mom freezes mid-thrust.  “Two months until you graduate high school and you’re still a virgin?  You’re joking, right?  What about Dylan, or Duncan, or whoever that last boy was.”

“Devin.  And we didn’t do anything.”

“Anything?”

“Okay, so maybe he felt me up and stuff, but that was all.”

“And stuff?  Does that mean he fingered you?”

“Mom, geez!  But…no,  not really.  He put his hand in my pants, but he just felt around and mostly only touched my hair down there.  Back when I had hair, that is.”

“That must have felt nice,” her mom casually comments like they’re talking about something normal.  Or maybe she’s too distracted to be listening.  She can be so infuriating sometimes.

“It was…okay, but not as good as…never mind.”

“No, finish what you were going to say.  Not as good as…what?”

Molly lets out an exasperated sigh.  “Not as good as when I do it myself.”

“Oh, darling, nothing is going to beat that.  No one knows what you want more than you do.”  As she says this she slips a hand down between her legs and rubs her spandex-covered crotch.  Molly almost screams and runs away upstairs.  That seriously didn’t just happen!

“Okay, but…when I make out with Nick, I get all…I don’t know…worked up and I don’t know what to do.  I felt Devin’s dick before through his pants, but I just kind of held it.  He said he liked it, but it seemed like I should have been doing something more.  And I don’t even know what that is supposed to be.”

Linda can see that her daughter is on the verge of breaking down into tears.  How can a daughter of hers be so clueless when it comes to sex?  She has to fix this…quickly.

“Okay, relax,” her mom says and mutes the TV.  “Come sit over here with me.”  Linda goes to the old sofa they put down in the basement years ago after they fixed it up.  “C’mon, let’s figure this all out.”  She pats the cushion next to her.

Molly is hesitant, but gives in and comes over and sits down.  “I’m a hopeless case, aren’t I?”

“Not at all.  You’re just a late bloomer, that’s all.”  She pulls her daughter to her and kisses her on the forehead.  “You turned 18 two months ago, you’re going to be going off to college soon, and there are going to be others...”

“But Nick and I –”

“Nick is a nice boy, but you’re at the age where what you need is a man.  And men have certain expectations.  You’re going to want to always play the virgin, but you’re also going to want the skills you need to please a man…or a woman.  And that only comes from experience.”  She pushes Molly’s hair out of her eyes and tucks it behind an ear.  Her eyes are so pretty they should never be hidden.

“A woman?  But…I’m not, like, a lesbian or anything.”

“Sweetie, we’re all lesbians to one degree or another, trust me.  Especially in college.  That’s when I truly discovered myself.”

Molly’s head is spinning.  What is her mom telling her?  That she did it with other girls before?  That seems impossible.  No one is more conservative than her mother.  But maybe when she was younger…?

“How about we start with this…do you know how to make a cock come?”

“Mo-om!”

“Hey, you’re the one who wants to talk about sex!  If that’s what you want, then we have to go there.  You complained that I didn’t give you enough information, well how am I supposed to tell you what you need to know if we can’t get…graphic about it?”

“Okay,” Molly takes a deep breath.  “You’re right…sorry.  I’m just not used to hearing you say stuff like that.”

“Well, get used to it.  There’s a lot you need to know about cocks, and pussies, and fucking.”

“Oh, geez.”  Molly covers her face, and her mom gives her a moment.  “Okay, yes, this is good.  I need this, so say whatever you have to say.  I’m ready for it.”

“Great.  What do you know about handjobs?”

Molly is quiet for a bit.  “I’ve heard of that…but I don’t really know what it is.”  She isn’t able to look at her mom, embarrassed by her lack of knowledge.  “I know that guys do something called jerking off, right…?”

“Yes, good.  Jerking off is kind of like a handjob that a guy gives himself.  So you’re in the ballpark.”

“But…not really.  I heard people talk about that stuff, but I don’t exactly know what it means.”

“It looks like we’re starting from square one here, aren’t we?”

“Sorry,” Molly says and cringes.

“Not your fault, dear.  I blame myself.”  Linda hugs her daughter, feeling like an utter failure.  “We need some visual aids.”

“I’m not looking at dirty pictures with you if that’s what you’re talking about.”

“No, nothing like that.  Just wait here a minute, I’m going to go get something.  Don’t move.”

Linda hurries upstairs.  Molly waits, wondering what her mom is up to.  If she comes back with pictures of her dad naked, she is totally going to freak out.  Her mom wouldn’t do that to her.  She probably doesn’t even have naked pictures like that.  She hears her mom rushing down the steps and tries to compose herself.

“So…here we are.”  Linda holds something out to her daughter.  Molly screams!  It’s a huge penis!  

“What the fuck is that?”

“It’s my dildo…well, one of my dildos.  It’s just a dong, it doesn’t vibrate or anything.  But if you want to know how to handle a dick, this will be perfect.  I brought some lube, too.”

“What do we need lube for?”

Her mom sits back down on the old sofa, the fake penis gripped in her hand.  “Believe me, lube is your friend.  Guys love it, and it makes your job a lot easier.  Sometimes you can just use spit, but that isn’t the best most of the time.  Here, you hold it.”

Molly shies away, and her mom pushes it on her.  Molly gingerly takes it, holding it with just two fingers like it might bite her at any second.  “It has balls,” she states, looking scared.

“It sure does, just like the real thing.”

“And does the real thing have a suction cup at the end?”

Linda laughs.  “The real thing has a real man at the end of it, so no.  But it would come in handy, especially in the shower, if you know what I mean.”

“I don’t…not really…”

“Right, we can fix that.  So why don’t you start by lubing it up.”  Molly holds out her hand and her mom squeezes a generous dollop of slick goop into her palm.  She then lubes up the shaft.

“Alright, see, you already know what you’re doing.  It just comes naturally, doesn’t it?”

“I don’t even know what you mean.”

“The way you’re putting that lube on, that’s pretty much all a hand job is.  You grip the shaft and go up and down, just like that.”

“Seriously, that’s all it is?”

“Simple as that.”

“And guys like this?”

“They love it.  Think of your hand as a pussy, and instead of them going in and out, you’re going up and down.  Yes, just like that, you got it.  Maybe a little faster…”

“Like this?”

“Exactly like that.  Perfect.  Just watching you do that is making me horny.”

“Mo-om! Stop!”

“Oh, please, don’t try to tell me you’re not turned on right now.”

Molly focuses on her handjob practice for a few moments, then nods.  “Yeah, okay, I guess maybe a little.  Can, uh, penises even really get this big?”

“Only if you’re lucky.  There are some out there that are even bigger.”

“No way!”  Molly has to wonder if her mom is teasing her.  “But…what I don’t get is why do you even have this thing?”

Linda can’t resist laughing, then stops herself.  She doesn’t want Molly to be self-conscious about asking her questions.  “You play with yourself, right?”

Molly is hesitant to answer, even though she’d already admitted as much.  “Yeah, sometimes.”

“Sure, everybody does.  And you know how sometimes you put your fingers inside.”

“Sort of.”

“Sometimes, when I play with myself, I put this inside me instead of my fingers.”

“Seriously?”  She holds the dildo out and looks it over wide-eyed.  “There’s no way this fits.”

“Oh, believe me, it fits…quite nicely.  It might be too big for a virgin like you, but for a woman who’s had a kid, it’s not a problem.”

“But why would you even need this when you have Dad around?”

Linda manages not to laugh this time…barely.  “There are a lot of reasons why.  Sometimes I’m in the mood and he’s not around.  Other times you just want a quick orgasm and don’t want to go through all the trouble of having sex.  And then there’s…other reasons.”

“Like what?”

“Okay, well…you know your father started taking medicine for his high blood pressure.”

“Yeah.”

“That causes something called erectile dysfunction.”

“Dad can’t get it up?”

“Not always…and when he can, it’s not for very long.”

“What about boner pills?”

“They can help sometimes, but there’s also a, um, lack of desire.”

“So you have sex with this instead?”  Molly asks, then gets a horrified look on her face and lets go of the dildo.  “You’ve had sex with that?”

“Stop it!  I cleaned it.  Don’t be such a baby.”  Linda picks up the fake cock from her daughter’s lap and gives it a few loving strokes.  “There are different techniques you can try when giving a handjob.  I like to bring it all the way to the top on the up-stroke, then curl my hand around the head, slide it back down, give it a twist at the bottom, and then do it all again.  Like this.”  Molly watches with fascination as her mother works her hand up and around the rubber dick.  It almost looks like a magic trick.  Then Mom hands the intimidating phallus over for her to give it a try.

Molly holds it by the balls, worried about squeezing them too much.  She shakes her head…it’s not like it’s a real penis, she reminds herself.  She gives it a few tentative strokes.

“Go ahead and grab it tight,” Mom coaches.  “When you’ve got this much lube it’s not a problem.  If you’re doing it dry, then you have to be a little more careful, but when he’s all greased up, you can go as hard as you like.  They’ll love it.”

“They?” Molly questions and grips the cock a bit tighter.

“Sure, why not?  No need to limit yourself to just one penis.”

“But you did…with Daddy.”

Linda just shrugs and doesn’t go any further along those lines.  “That’s right, bring your fingers over the top, then smoothly into the down-stroke.  You’ve got it.  Nice!”

What is her mother trying to tell her, Molly wonders.  She does her best to focus on the task at hand…literally.  Is she telling her that she should be a slut when she gets to college?  That prospect is scary, but that could be just because she doesn’t have any experience.  Maybe after a few lessons, she’ll be ready to party her tits off with all kinds of different guys!

“Okay, so this is a handjob, but what’s the point?” Molly asks.

“The point is to make him come.”

“Right, so this will make the guy orgasm?  And…is it…like when we come…or something?”

“I can’t say for sure if it feels the same, but I assume it does.  But with guys, it’s…different.”

“Different how?”

“That’s the best part.  Remember our ‘where babies come from’ talk?”  Molly nods, unsure.  “I told you about how the man’s sperm fertilizes the woman’s egg.”

“Yeah, and…?”

“That’s what happens - the sperm shoots out.”

“Wait, out of his penis?”

“Sure, where did you think it came from?”

“I don’t know, I guess I never really thought about it.  But why did you say it’s the best part?”

“If you do it right, the guy orgasms, and he squirts a big load of cum out of his cock.”

“Every time?”

“Yup, unless he’s on blood pressure medication,” Linda adds with a touch of snark.

“So then…the cum shoots out, but when does the sperm come out?”

Linda has to force herself not to roll her eyes.  How is her daughter this naive?

“The sperm is in the cum,” she explains patiently.

“Ahhh…okay.  But I still don’t get why that’s the best part.”

“It’s hard to explain.  You’ll just have to see for yourself, then you’ll understand.”

Molly nods, unsatisfied with that answer, then realizes she’s still handjobbing the fake penis.  She stops and contemplates the large disembodied cock.

“Is Dad’s this big?”

Linda scoffs at the question.  “Not even on his best day.  I’ve grown quite fond of this particular toy over the years.”  She reaches over and caresses the wrinkly balls lovingly.

“So…yeah…you just give it handjobs or something?”

“No, sweetie, I think this is the first handjob Richard has ever gotten.”

“Richard?”

“That’s his name.  Y’know…Dick?”

“Ah, I see.”  So weird.  “Okay then, what do you do with it…him?”

“I use him to fuck myself.”

“Fuck yourself?  But how?”

“The usual way, nothing special.”  Linda isn’t exactly sure what Molly is asking.  She has to at least know what fucking is.  “Wait, you’ve watched porn before right?”

“Ew, no!”  Molly can’t help reaching out and taking hold of Richard’s shaft and stroking it as she answers.  “Besides, I thought porn was only for guys.”

“Not at all.  I watch porn.  A lot more these days.”  Linda hesitates, she has never admitted this to anyone before, and here she is telling her clueless daughter about her filthy porn habits.  It kind of felt good to open up about that shameful part of her sex life.

“What for?”

“It gets me turned on, and I masturbate while watching.  It can be rather addicting if you want to know the truth.  But I don’t know if I could live without it these days.”

“That sounds scary,” Molly responds, seeing her mom in a new light.

Linda shrugs.  “Next up, what do you know about blowjobs?”

Molly looks stricken.  “I think it’s something a girl is supposed to do to a boy, maybe with her mouth?  I’m not really sure.”

“Yeah, you got it.  It’s when a woman, or a girl, sucks on a guy’s cock.”

Molly’s eyes go wide.  “No way.  You’re supposed to put that in your mouth?” she says, referring to Richard.

“Yes, of course.”

“But that’s what they pee with.”

“It’s also what they come with,” Linda points out.  “Besides, you pee from your pussy, and you want the guys to lick you down there, don’t you?”

“People actually do that?  I thought that was just some kind of, I don’t know, kinky urban legend, or something like that.”

“Oh, not so, my dear.  If you find a man who knows how to use his mouth on you down there, then you’ve found the keys to paradise.  Trust me on that one, baby girl.”

“Okay…but…isn’t it all gross and stuff for them?”

“Not if they know what’s good for them.  Most men love the taste of pussy, believe it or not.  And a lot of them are quite taken with the smell.”

“No way.  Now you’re just making stuff up.”

“You have to admit that you enjoy the taste of pussy,” Linda says, taking a gamble.

“I’ve never tasted one before!” Molly protests as if being accused of something.

“Not even your own?”

This brings her daughter up short.  “No…I…how would I even…why would you think…?”

Linda licks the tips of her own fingers suggestively.  “We’ve all given it a try, even if we don’t want to admit it.  Some of us are just less embarrassed about it than others.  Some are quite enthusiastic about sampling our own flavor.”  She sucks her fingers to demonstrate her point.

“Well…yeah…okay, I guess maybe I tried it before a little.  But I didn’t like it or anything.”

“That’s too bad.  I love it.  There’s nothing quite like the intimate taste of another woman to create an instant connection.”“Connection?”

“There were girls in my sorority that I couldn’t stand, but once I knew what their pussy tasted like, I couldn’t hate them after that.  Some of them are still friends to this day.”

Molly nods slowly, not sure what to make of that.  She can’t imagine her boring, conservative mother licking pussy - not even in her younger days.  Should she try to join a sorority?  She never wanted to before, but it might force her to expand her horizons in ways she is too scared to do on her own.

“Moll, do you want to taste my pussy?” Linda asks abruptly, surprising even herself.

Her daughter looks horrified at the suggestion.  “Mom! Are you kidding?  Why would you even say that?”

“Because I’d really like to try yours.  I’m curious to know if we taste the same.”

“You want me to let you lick my…my vagina?”

Linda shrugs.  “I could if you wanted me to.  Or, you could just put your fingers down there and I could try it that way.  I have a feeling you’re pretty wet right now.  I know I am.”  With that, her mom’s hand went down between her own legs where she rubbed the thin strip of leotard that barely covered her crotch.

“Mom - seriously.”

“I’m dead serious, sweetheart.  But if you’re afraid…”

Molly doesn’t like hearing that and stiffens.  “I’m not.  Afraid, that is.  It’s just that…I don’t know.  It all seems too weird.”

“I’ve got news for you, baby…sex is weird.  Especially at first.  It’s all weird, and strange, and scary.  But if you can get past that stuff, it’s the most wonderful part of life there is.”

Molly sits with that for a quiet minute.  She just wanted some questions answered…how had it turned into this?  It shouldn’t be making her so horny.  That doesn’t even make any sense.  This is her mother she’s talking to.  Granted, her mother is a very sexy woman with a hot body…but that shouldn’t even factor into it.  Why is she so confused right now?

“Do you want to take your leggings off?  Maybe that will help.”  her mom suggests.

“I don’t have anything on underneath.”

“Even better.”  She takes Molly’s hand and holds it.  “I’ll tell you what, if you show me yours, I’ll show you mine.”

That gives Molly an unexpected thrill.  Did she really want to see her mother’s vagina?  No, of course not - that would be ridiculous.  As she wrestles with that question, her mom begins tugging down her leggings for her.  She doesn’t resist and soon finds herself sitting there bottomless and exposed.

“There, doesn’t that feel better?”

Molly isn’t sure how to respond, but she feels the weight of her mom’s expectations.  She just nods, not entirely clear on how it feels.  “It’s okay…I guess.”

“So…you shave?  Can I get a better look at you?”

“I only did it just to try.  I kind of like it this way.”

“I don’t blame you.  It looks rather sexy.”

“Do you really want to look at me down there?  Like…everything?”

“I’d like that very much, sweetie.  It’s been a while since I’ve gotten to see a new pussy.”

“Okay, but you’re just going to look, right?”

“That’s all, I promise.”

Molly hesitates, then makes up her mind.  She nods, lies back a bit, and spreads her legs for her mother.  Linda leans in to get a better angle on what she’s being shown.  A smile comes to her face as her eyes roam over her daughter’s clean-shaven pussy.  

Her inner labia is prominent - most likely swollen with horny excitement.  Linda can see right where her clit is, mostly hidden within a pink knot of flesh.  She can also see a hint of moisture along the slit, promising more within.  She’s dying to spread those lips and explore further, but she promised not to touch.  “You’re beautiful,” Linda whispers, unable to hold back.

“You want to taste me there, don’t you?” Molly says after letting her mother look some more.

Linda blinks as if coming out of a trance.  “Oh…ah…what makes you think that?”

“I can see that look in your eye…and you keep licking your lips.  That’s kind of a clue, Mom.”

“Oh…I didn’t know I was doing that…but, yes, I do want to taste you…more than anything.  I’m sorry, baby…it’s just…you’re so very…tempting.”

“Yeah, but…wouldn’t it be weird if my first lesbian experience was with my own mother?  It would make me some kind of freak…right?”

Linda saw that her daughter was giving her an opening…an opening to get at her opening.  Linda shook her head and placed a comforting hand on Molly’s bare knee.  It was an innocuous touch by any standard, but with her daughter naked from the waist down and spreading her legs in front of her, it held so much more significance.  “Oh, sweetie, here’s something it took me a long time to figure out: you can’t let fear hold you back.”

“I didn’t say anything about being afraid…”

“You’re afraid you’ll be a ‘freak.’  That shouldn’t even be a consideration.  When it’s just you and someone else, it doesn’t matter what other people might think.  The only thing that matters is what your partner thinks.”

“You for sure would think I was a freak if I wanted you to, I don’t know, do ‘stuff’ like that with me and my pussy…wouldn’t you?”

“Are you kidding?  Of course not, dear.  I love you more than anything, and a big part of that love is acceptance.  If it’s something you want, I’d be privileged to be a part of it with you.  If it’s something you don’t feel you’re ready for, that’s okay too.”  Linda shifts closer, her hand moving to her daughter’s inner thigh.  “I’m your mom.  I’m not going to judge you…not when it comes to this.  I respect you, and I respect your choices…whatever those choices are.”

Molly remains still, very aware of how close her mother’s hand is to her exposed pussy.  She never yearned for someone to touch her there as much as she did in that moment.  “So…if I want you to, I don’t know…taste me down there…or, maybe, lick it, or something…that would be okay with you?”

Linda leans in and kisses Molly on the lips.  Molly freezes up at first, but soon softens and kisses back.  That hurdle has been cleared.  Linda sits back and looks her daughter in the eye.  “Is that what you want?  Do you want me to lick your pussy for you?  Suck your clit.  Fuck you with my tongue?”

Molly flushes, her face and chest turning red in a matter of seconds.  That was enough of an answer for Linda, but she waited for her daughter to say the words.  “I…I think I maybe do want that…all of that…if that’s what you want…”

“I never thought I did…but now…it’s the only thing I want.”  Linda waits for a reaction.