Masturbation Lessons with Mom
"Can you top me up, Rosy?" Blossom asked, her voice already giggly. I obliged and filled her glass with white wine, almost to the brim as she nodded her head encouragingly, laughing to myself at how wild these middle-aged ladies got when they had the opportunity to let their hair down.
It was the night of my Mom's cocktail party at our house. It usually happened every few months, with rotating hosts. Mom always got really excited about hosting. I had only been to the ones we had at our house, which was probably for the best, because while the nights usually started off fairly unremarkably, the debauchery tended to overwhelm things quickly.
They all loved their wine and, of course, there was always a signature cocktail to be had. They always got dolled up for the occasion, embodying the why not? attitude that dominated most of their social gatherings. Mom was dressed sensibly in jeans and a white blouse, but had spent a lot of time on her make-up and had her shoulder-length hair down, the dark streaked through with grey. Most of the ladies were divorced, including my Mom, and after they imbibed, they really knew how to let the colourful language fly. They didn't holdback, the volume steadily rising as they yelled about their sexual exploits, cackling with glee at the scandalous behaviour they routinely entwined themselves in.
I could tell from the cacophony booming from our kitchen that we were rapidly approaching that point of the night. I peeked my head around from the living room, spying my Mom with a few of her friends, hollering and laughing like they hadn't a care in the world.
Most weekend nights I'd be out with my friends, but seeing as how I lived at home in my early 20s still, and these events were important to Mom, I attended out of solidarity.
Mom saw me from the kitchen, beckoning for me to come join. I looked quickly around for my wine glass, taking a sip, steeling my nerve as I made my way over. I was fully prepared for her embarrassing actions; her friends always egged her on.
"Have your eye on anyone special, Alicia?" Penny asked, leering at me as if I had the juiciest gossip of the group.
"Um, no, not really. Nobody in particular," I admitted, trying to think of any excuse possible to escape this increasingly painful situation.
"She's an independent woman!" My mom said proudly, putting her arm around me, squeezing my shoulder tightly.
"Even independent women need a good fuck every now and then," Janelle said, draining the last of her cocktail.
I engaged in small talk a few more times, restricting myself to the living room, until the guests slowly began to peterout. I made sure everyone had a designated driver to get them home; I was somewhat inebriated myself, but I had enough wits about me to fulfill the role properly.
My Mom eventually kissed her last guest goodbye, and she came over to the couch, dropping down dramatically next to me. The booze on her breath was apparent, and she was slightly glassy-eyed.
"That was a lot of fun, wasn't it hon?" she asked, nudging my arm with her elbow, trying to get a rise out of me.
"Yeah, seemed like a great °turn-out, Mom. Everyone seemed to love your signature cocktail this time around," I agreed, somewhat sullen, taking in all the party debris surrounding us.
"Are you ok, darling?" she asked, her tone softening, her fingers playing with my hair, as she often affectionately did.
I shrugged my shoulders a bit. "Yeah, I'm fine Mom. Things always seem to get a little out of hand at these parties.
She looked at me quizzically, then recognition dawned on her face, manifesting as a slow grin. "Ohhh, I see. Don't want everyone to know you're dating your showerhead?"
"My god Mom, honestly. You're being ridiculous right now."
"What?? There's nothing wrong with a little self-love! Especially if it's been a while since you've had the real thing. Lord knows I'm guilty of that," she muttered to herself, blatantly ignoring any attempt at decorum.
"Sweetheart, I know you're a grown woman now. We can talk honestly about this kind of thing! I love you, and I would never judge you for any of it. I swear," she said, slurring° the word swear.
"Yeah, I mean, I want to help you, hon," she said genuinely.
I sighed deeply, reticent to admit anything. If it wasn't for the wine, I would have kept my mouth shut. "I just use my fingers and do it that way."
She scanned my positioning. "Hmm, looks a little low to me, hon. Yours might look different than mine, who knows. But this is the important part. Here, let me show you."
Before I could utter a word in, she was unbuttoning and sliding her pants down, revealing her black lace panties, a little neat bow at the front. She brought her feet back up on the couch, and placed her hand over them, using her middle and ring fingers to probe around. She made a little excited "ah!" sound, and looked over at me.
I watched her rub and circle herself over her panties, not wanting to admit out loud that her technique was definitely different than what I was doing.
I looked around for my wine glass; if I was going to do this, I'd need more booze in my system. I found it, emptying my glass in one gulp. I reluctantly began unbuttoning my jeans, hooking my thumbs under the waistband and sliding them down my legs. I had on a set of purple satin panties. I brought my hand to the front, trying to mimic my Mom's use of two fingers.
"That's it, ok, feel around a bit, when you find her, you'll feel like an electric feeling in your stomach, your ass, your pussy, and your tits. At least I do. And it will make you super horny," she said, her own circles continuing steadily.
."I - I don't really feel anything, Mom," I said, wanting to quit on the whole thing.
"It's ok darling! She must be hiding. Maybe yours is shaped a bit differently than mine. If I can see it, I'd be able to help you out a bit more. Here, you can see mine too."
Again, she acted without waiting for my reply, pushing her panties down and off her feet. I couldn't help but stare, curious as to how she looked in comparison to me. She had a trimmed patch of hair above her bare lips, and her slit looked long to me. Her outer labia lay out like an open book. Seeing that I was looking, she capitalized on the moment. "Look here, honey. See my hood here?" she asked, pulling up with fingers on either side of the apex of her slit.
I nodded, now watching intently. She pressed her middle fingertip right in the centre of the hood, touching briefly, and I could see the small nub was standing up slightly, resisting her touch. "She's right here. And she's pretty happy to be touched," she said, amusement in her voice.
"Oh, yeah, I see it now Mom. That's - that's actually helpful. Um, can you tell me if mine is like that?" I asked, pulling my own panties down. I had shaved a couple of days ago, the stubble starting to grow back slightly, and I could see my own lips were a lighter pink than my Mom's.
I watched her, fixing the image in my mind and orienting my fingers in the same way. I began rubbing in slow circles right where she indicated. I gave it some time, but I still didn't feel anything.
"It's all right, but - it doesn't feel like much, Mom," I complained, starting to feel like there was something wrong with me.
"Ok, hang on sweetie. It looks like your hood is a bit bigger than mine. Maybe if you try to open it up a little you'll find her hidden underneath?"
"I'm not really sure how to do that," I said, frustrated.
"Not a problem, ok honey? I can help you," she said, scooting over closer to me, taking my thigh and resting it across her lap so she could see more clearly. "Right, that's better. Let me just..." she said, using the fingers of both hands to feel around either side of my hood. She took her middle finger and circled around where she was doing it on herself, looking up at me.
"Still nothing, hon?" she asked.
"Still nothing," I said, dismayed.
"Ok. Let me try this..." she said, focusing intently on what she was doing. She delicately hooked two fingers underneath the lip of my hood and spread up and apart slightly. She held me in that position and skillfully used another finger to circle softly again.
The effect was nearly immediate. "Oh, wow, um, I think you - I think you found it, Mom," I breathed out, the sensation shooting through my body like lightning. She was right - I had never felt this before.
"That's my girl!! Oh, this is fabulous. Ok, if we keep going, she'll probably get a bit bigger and even happier," she said with a smile.
I could only nod as she continued to circle me, and the feelings were building. I gasped as I felt tingles coursing up my spine, arching my back slightly, my thighs widening even further. There was a heat now in my pussy, but it wasn't only there: it was in my chest, my face, and my thighs.
"Isn't it amazing, sweetie?" she asked, her face close to mine now. I looked over at her, my mouth slightly open as I tried to reconcile all these new feelings. I truly had been missing out; if I knew it felt like this, I would have been doing it so much more often.
"It's - oh my god, it's really good, Mom," I gasped.
She dipped her fingers lower, away from my clit for a moment, sliding along the edge of my lips and coming back up. "I can tell it's working, hon, look how wet you are now!" she said proudly, bringing her fingers up to the light for me to see, a clear sheen decorating them.
She again pulled my hood up just slightly and found my clit expertly, the rubbing stimulation beyond anything I had imagined. I watched how she moved, obviously a veteran at this, and I let out soft moans. I could hear the wet, sticky sound of her fingers moving over me, and I secretly wished I had had these lessons a long time ago.
Mom paused her touch, grasping my hand with slick fingers, guiding my hand to my clit. She placed my middle and ring fingers over top of it gently, and kept her hand on top of mine, moving my fingers to her rhythm. I used my other hand to pull up on my hood as we masturbated my clit together. It felt nearly as incredible as when she was doing it; there was an undeniable excitement to someone else doing it which heightened the experience.
Slowly she withdrew her hand, sitting back a little on the couch. I looked over at her in question, and she smiled at me.
"You're doing great, baby. Just keep going like you have been. I think it's time I joined you," she said, and I could hear the quavering in her voice. She opened her thighs up as wide as mine, my left over her right, and she ran her fingers up and down her slit a few times before returning to her reliable clit-circling. I could hear the squelch of her movements, and her own beautiful aroma found its way to my nose.
It was hypnotic to watch her; she looked so comfortable touching herself and was so in tune with her body. She had such a grace to her movements that I realized she had probably practiced this hundreds, if not thousands, of times.
Every motion was ratcheting up the pleasure, almost like a nervous feeling building in the base of my spine. I was openly panting now, my eyes half-closed as I rubbed and rubbed. I noticed Mom started to increase her speed, and I was all too happy to follow her lead.
Her full red lips were parted slightly as she breathed more heavily too, now, and she had the hungriest look in her eyes as we stared at each other.
"Mom, oh my god..." I squeaked out, because I felt the need to say something, to try to articulate to her how grateful I was for this experience, how much I was glad for her help. I think she grasped the sentiment, smiling slightly, her face too creased in eager pleasure for it to last long.
The intensity I felt deep within my belly and spine was growing incessantly, my clit more erect than I could ever remember. I could feel her breath in my face as she huffed, working herself into a frenzy, her eyes still on mine. I brought my lips to hers, kissing her frantically, and she reciprocated, trying to devour my mouth with hers; our tongues flicked and rolled over each other at the same pace our fingers were working our clits.
We had barely gotten into our kiss when I felt my body start to surrender to the moment. I broke off the kiss, starting to hyperventilate, my high-pitched squeals flowing out of me freely. I half-registered my Mom say, "Oh that's it baby, cum with me, I'm gonna fucking cum so fucking hard!" as my thighs closed in on my hand, the powerful contractions spreading through my pussy and ass. I was unable to breathe, my mouth locked open, my hips bucking uncontrollably. It seemed to go on forever; in fact, I had no idea it could last this long. I finally let out a loud sigh of relief as my breath came back to me, gasping repeatedly as I collapsed back into the couch.
I looked over at Mom, who seemed to be following me close behind. I leaned over to her, in a fit of post-orgasm gratitude, and whispered, "Show me how you do it, Mom. Show me how you fucking cum."
It looked like she wanted to say something but her body wouldn't allow her; she started humping into her hand fast and hard, her mouth opening so wide. Her hand grasped my thigh, squeezing so tightly, and she finally screamed out, the animalistic sounds of a woman so ravaged by pleasure. She was so gorgeous, so feminine; I felt so proud that she was my Mom.
She laid her head back as she came down, looking over at me. All we could do was stare into each other's eyes for a while. We brought our lips close, kissing softly and sweetly, our tongues pressing against each other, though without the previous neediness.
She wrapped her arms around me, her familiar hug such a comfort. I hugged her back; it was the closest I had ever felt to her. She looked at me and kissed my nose. "See? Turns out Mom still has a few things to teach you."
I genuinely laughed at that, smiling deeply at her. "You're right, Mom. Seriously, thank you for showing me that. I really, really am so grateful."
"Believe me, hon, the pleasure was all mine," she giggled.
"Maybe we should do that more often together," I suggested softly.
"I think you're on to something. We can call it our own special Girls Night."
"I'd really like that," I said, nestling in to her, so content to be in her arms. She kissed my head, and I sighed deeply, feeling the claws of sleep sink into me as her warmth surrounded me. I shut my eyes, feeling so at peace.
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