Mother, my teacher

Like every teenager, at the age of 15, my main activity was to spend all free time punching myself for any living female human being. I bought dirty magazines that were prudently hidden in my bedroom trunk since only I could reach it. My family consists of my parents, two much younger brothers and me. As usual, because of proximity my main honoree and focus was Mother who at the time was 36 years old with an unusual but well-groomed body a delightful bundle smooth legs always neatly shaved and ahhhh her breasts which had been my craze ever since I'd seen her nursing my brothers so I loved to take advantage of their carelessness by spying on them in the bath or when they were changing clothes then running into my room to pay our customary respects. Once I was caught in the act, by her who came into my room and gave a blatant one of those just at the time when she was mocking me so that as much as she wanted it was impossible to disguise. In fact it was even half comical because she stood still with wide-eyed while I tried to cover myself up, and only asked what on earth I was doing. To my reverberating silence she herself replied: "Well, I'm an ant indeed, of course I know what he did", and left the room. We didn't get to talk about the incident but for a long time I avoided her gaze, dying of shame and fear that she would give up on me. Once again, some months later, I was spying at her through the bathroom door while bathing, when she saw me in the mirror with my stick sticking out full fisted. She came out naked from the booth and locked the door without saying anything. The shock was so great that my dick went soft right away and ran into my room. Later she called me saying I needed to be more discreet that could get caught in this situation by my brothers and even my father and would certainly create a messy hut at home. I died apologizing and she, nice as always, embraced me saying he understood the stage I was going through but everything had limits and those must be respected. Her hug, somewhat delayed allowed me to lean my body on her and of course my dick gave life sign and she realized it, asking me to remember that she is my mother and that's not right. She kissed my forehead and walked away, never touching the subject again. As time went by I grew bolder, shrinking her whenever I could, and her only reaction was to ask me sometimes please stop what she had already said that wasn't right. When I turned sixteen we held a meeting at home with family, friends, colleagues etc., and ended up getting involved with a schoolmate who beat the shit out of me, making me crazy about sex but in those moments it was impossible to do anything. After everyone left, my father and brothers had gone to bed, I went to help my mother pick up plates and cups around the house, and of course give her a little push-up because I was freaking out about it. And in one of those pushups, she asked me again to stop because someone could come down from the stairs at home and catch me like that. I didn't answer, just hugged her backwards, putting my stick between her buttocks for the first time. We were standing in the kitchen leaning on the sink talking only softly asking me to stop. I asked her to leave just a little, she said no but do not go out of the place, so of course I took advantage to rub myself on your ass and give some kisses in his crotch, which caused shivers. . She was asking for son, someone can come down and I replied, only a bit more, it's so good.......After a few minutes she got rid of me and requested that we pick up things around the house again. Very annoyed but still stiff-necked, I went back to help her until we collected everything. Crazy and blinded by the excitement I lifted her skirt touching her skin that was all itchy, she didn't move but just said noooooo until when I tried to feel her sketch on my panties she pushed me upstairs asking for closing the house. The next morning a Sunday I went down and she was alone in the kitchen wearing not very short sweater making breakfast. My father and brothers were still asleep. She replied that it's all right, but please learn to listen when she said no because otherwise we would end up fighting or creating a conflict at home. Smiling I put my hand on her ass and hugged her from the front making her feel like she was already hard again. She leaned against a table with her back to me and said, okay but just a little bit. I got out of control, grabbed her tightly put my dick in the middle of her ass and held her breasts while she was kissing his crotch lifted up her sweater and to my surprise she had no panties went crazy one hand attacked her cheekbone not only did she say "no please be careful someone might come" Feeling that I was super wet, I pulled my dick out and tried to shove it into her mouthpiece. She leaned down even more on the table making things easier for me. It was the first time I felt a woman's warmth and this woman was my mother, I was in the clouds. I could feel my cock sliding inside of her enjoying its hot lubrication. She stood still just asking me to be faster because she was afraid someone would show up. Without taking advantage of that delicious moment as he should have done I moved quickly holding her by the waist, and enjoyed deeply in his mouthpieces. As soon as I stopped, she got rid of me and ran to take a bath. I was shaking like green sticks; my legs were failing but in a few minutes I came back into reality and realized the madness that I had done. I went to the other toilet full of guilt and remorse, took a shower. In a few moments I forgot about the remorse and hard-on again by the memory of what had happened, hit a delicious punch, thinking about Mom. When I walked down my father and brothers were in the kitchen having breakfast with mom who acted as if nothing had happened. Trembling at first, I succeeded in doing the same and was left alone with her only late that afternoon when speaking softly apologizing to me she motioned for silence and began talking aloud about other subjects. For months we didn't touch on it or do anything else but I continued paying my sincere daily tributes to Mother until one day when we were all by ourselves asking to talk to her about this Sunday morning. She said she had been waiting for an opportunity and really needed us to have a conversation. She said that she had only given in to "put out my fire" for fear of being caught by my father or brothers on Sunday, because I was clearly excited and if anyone came down it would be noticed. I asked her if she didn't like it, and she smiled at me. She said that she was so frightened the other day that she just couldn't wait for me to finish getting rid of myself. Her smile made my dick hard again when she realized we had agreed to leave things as they were. I noticed her nipples sticking out indicating that she also got a boner, and I replied that everything is fine, but that I wanted, even once, to repeat what we did calmly without fear of being caught in the act, so who knows? She smiled and called me a jerk-off, that I was good at talking, that this way I could win over any woman but it wasn't right and we had to stop doing so. I embraced her kissing her face and said yes all right she would accept but it would be difficult because just by leaning on her she already saw how I looked. He told me to shut up and ended the chatter. The next morning one Saturday my father went to the club with my brothers as he warned the day before so I woke early and came down without finding anyone. A few minutes later I was in the kitchen having my coffee, when Mom came down freshly bathed with wet hair wearing a white bathrobe that she usually wears after coming out of the shower. Seeing her sit up and cross her legs which were almost entirely exposed, I began to imagine her naked underneath the robe and naturally got stuck hard at the act. With an air like some sweet-natured boy asking for sweets, I asked her to open his dressing gown and she laughed and said I'm crazy because there is nothing beneath it. Better yet, Mother, I told him by taking her hand and making her stand up. I pulled her close to me and untied the gown, seeing this spectacle in front of me. As I was sitting there with her breasts at my mouth's height, so I embraced her and started sucking one while my hands were partying on her butt and cheekbones. A few minutes later she showed for the first time that she liked it by asking me not to forget about the other boob who had been dying from envy as she got rid of her gown by getting naked right before me. I didn't know what to do, my hands went through the groove of her butt until it came from its mealy mouth while alternating with sucking on his breasts. She said that I was very anxious and taking me by the hand she took me up to sofa in living room checking if door is locked at street level stretched out robes for couch and lay down over him legs wide open caressing your face asking me take off clothes and make anything you want but calmly which she also wanted to enjoy. Still frightened at the sight of that little girl with her neatly trimmed hair, and beautiful swollen red lips almost wet purple, I lay down on it kissing its mouth like a madman while trying to penetrate it. She took my stick and whispered away calm puppy slowly without much success as I just stopped for a bit when she was whole inside me feeling her legs around my back preventing me from getting out. She asked me to stand still for a little while feeling her "bite" with her contractions, which I did until she told me to move very slowly, that would be better. Her tongue came out of my mouth looking for mine and at one point we were having fun together, tied up underneath and above. She grabbed me so I wouldn't leave and kissed me gently showing that in fact she had liked it as much as me. We rested a bit until she started talking, saying that she had been waiting for this moment since Sunday morning which I loved but that I still have much to learn and that as a good mother she would teach me everything especially about pleasing women calmly taking care of the preliminaries properly etc. Smiling, he remarked jokingly.... unless you don't want........ Embarking on the joke I replied that I will think it over From that day on, whenever we had the opportunity to have sex, often in the laundry room as our first time, leaning against a dressing table when there was someone else at home. She usually wore only dresses or skirts and no underwear so you could always "have a quickie" if you wanted it without any complications. Often when we're in a hurry, she just sucks my dick for fun which is what she loves and does divinely so that according to her I can take some vitamins and use them to put out the fire. Today I am 20 years old, have had several girlfriends and currently have one who has been with me for almost a year but do not dispense whenever there is an opportunity from lessons of mom who at the splendor of his 41 years is a true sex master and taught me everything I know about it We were never caught and no-one at home even my girlfriend suspects us We never ask for or promise secrets, but our silent pact lives on after four delicious years. Our looks at home and our blinks are codes that only we understand.