Bond between family members (M18) and (F19F36) Part 7
We tend to remember our “firsts” more vividly.
Our first love, first kiss. These memories are so deeply embedded in our hearts and minds.
That first experience with Joy and our mother was one of the most intense and memorable “firsts” of my life and I will never forget it.
Over the years I’ve replayed the events of that day over and over again in my mind.
Whenever I’m pleasuring myself and need a little boost to get “there”, I flashback to that first time.
I remember every detail, sound and smell.
How the furniture in my mother’s room was arranged. How soft and comfortable her bed and pillows were.
The breeze blowing in through the curtains.
The heat emanating from my sister's young body, the softness of my mother’s lips on mine.
I remember the sensation when the head of my virgin cock first penetrated my mother’s pussy.
The intensity of the first orgasm, the first time my cock ejaculated in my mother.
I vividly recall the feeling of her heels pulling me into her body as it shook and convulsed during her orgasms and how many times she squirted.
After that first experience I really thought I was “the stud”.
Little did I realize at that time how much I had left to learn.
Thankfully, my mother knew and she made sure that my training would be done properly.
She was determined to make sure that by the time she finished with me I would be able to pleasure and satisfy any woman.
The days at home following our first encounter were very relaxed.
Both Joy and my mother seemed very content and mellow.
We went about our usual routines but with a friendlier, more mellow atmosphere in the house.
One evening after supper we were sitting in the living room listening to music with my mother cuddled next to me.
Softly, she asked if I was ready for a lesson on how to truly pleasure a woman?
I smiled at her and said “yes, I am ready when you are!”
With that said she got up, took me by the hand and escorted me to her bedroom.
Once we were in her bedroom she dimmed the lights and closed the door.
She reached up and put her arms around my neck.
Then placed one hand at the nape of my neck, her fingers threading into my hair as if she was learning the contours of head. Her other hand settled on my lower back, her palm splayed and steady, pulling me closer to her body.
She brought her lips to mine and we kissed.
A deep, warm kiss.
We stood there in our embrace our tongues snaking together keeping each other’s secrets like pressed flowers, fragile and treasured.
She pulls away from our kiss and brings her lips to my ear and she whispers gently, sweetly “time for your next lesson.”
Slowly and methodically she unbuttons my shirt leaving my youthful chest exposed.
She runs both palms of her hands across my chest.
Working her hands to my belt.
She unbuckles my belt and unbuttons my jeans, pulls the zip down and lets my jeans fall to the floor.
I step out of my jeans and pull down my boxers.
Exposing my erect manhood.
Her hands moved gracefully, slowly and in an unhurried manner towards my cock. I could feel the warmth of her hands with each caress of my balls and cock.
She whispers into my ear and says this is how you do it…slowly, deliberately and with warmth and passion. Let the tension build. The longer you build the tension the greater your reward will be when she reaches her climax.
Chapter 8 coming soon…