I'm not afraid to admit that at 14 I knew next to nothing about girls and sex. But upon entering high school I was desperate to learn whatever I could. Fast. Friends were of little help. They knew just as much as I did. So not knowing where to turn, I decided that I would ask my mother. I figured I'd start slow by asking her what a French kiss was. So one day, I waited until my father had gone to work, and I asked.

My mom was sympathetic, but she said that finding out for myself by trial and error would be more exciting. I gave it a try for a couple of months and ended up being more embarrassed than anything, so I asked her again. I guess she saw the desperation in my eyes, and heard it in my voice, because she finally agreed to teach me what she thought I should know.

"Tomorrow your father is going fishing. Be ready."

She cautioned however that she hoped that we wouldn't be opening a can of worms that we both might regret. The next day when my father left, she took me by the hand and led me into her bedroom.

"Kiss me," she said. So I did. On the cheek.
"I meant on the lips," she said with a smile, "and don't be afraid to kiss me like you mean it. Try to show that you love me."
I did as my mom said, putting all of the feelings that I could into our kiss, and I have to admit that I liked it.

"Not bad, not bad," she said with a smile. "But now put your arms around me and kiss me again," she continued softly.

I noticed that my mom seemed a little nervous, pacing the floor and looking out of her window. I wondered if she thought that my father might be coming back for something he forgot.

"Hold me close, but don't squeeze too hard. Sort of cradle me in your arms. And make sure that we're lined up. Like this." My mom then placed her crotch against mine, spreading her legs just enough so that her body kind of enveloped mine. "Now I'll show you how to French kiss. Follow my lead when I start to kiss you, and whatever you do, don't stop kissing me until it feels right. Okay??"

I nodded yes and then my mom brought her face to mine and we kissed. I remember thinking how soft her lips were and how warm and comforting it felt to be held in her arms. It seemed that she was kissing me the same way that I had kissed her before, but then I noticed that my mom's mouth started to...loosen up. Her lips seemed to be alive. Then they slowly began to separate, her mouth opened, and she stuck her tongue into my mouth. I was shocked by what she had done, somewhat repulsed, but as her tongue continued to play inside of my mouth, searching for and catching my tongue and wrestling with it, the more I liked it. In no time I began to pursue hers, hearing my mother groan approvingly with my response.

"Let your hands float over my body baby," she panted as our lips parted. "Feel the curves of my body. Touch my ass. Squeeze it."

Dazed, but not confused, I did as my mother said, letting my hands caress her body. I felt the ridges of her bra through her dress, and the stretched outline of her panty. Her ass seemed to be perfectly round, soft and pliable, but powerfully muscled beneath.

"Do you feel it baby?? Do you feel that tingling sensation going through your body??"

I moaned yes as I tried to stick my tongue inside my mother's mouth again.

"I'll check," she said as she opened her mouth, accepting my tongue and sucking on it.

Next I felt my mother's hand on my crotch, and then realized that my cock was hard. Her fingers were gently squeezing its shaft through my pants. I thought that I should pull away, but instead I turned to the side, making it easier for my mother to touch me.

"It looks like you really enjoy kissing like this, don't you baby," she said as she continued to stroke my cock through my pants. "But I bet you feel pretty uncomfortable, your hard cock all bent down like that. Here, let mommy fix it for you."

The next thing I know, my mom has her hand down my underwear and she fumbling to get my hard cock out. I feel her fingers wrap around the shaft of my cock and then she rotates it around and up. We both look down, and I get sort of embarrassed when the head of my cock sticks out of the waistband of my pants.

"Look at that sweetheart. That's a mighty fine penis you got there. Mighty fine. And fairly big for its age too. This is what a girl will do for you if she really likes you."

I leaned back with disbelief as my mother bent down and placed her lips over the head of my cock. Her tongue flicked and darted over its surface like a snake's, while her fingers fumbled with my belt, and then my zipper. Within seconds my mother was down on her knees in front of me, pulling my pants from my hips and taking the entire length of my hard cock into her mouth. Within seconds cum was shooting out of my cock and down my mother's throat. When I was done cumming I felt so drained that I had to lean down and rest my hands on my mother's shoulders for support.

"This is what I meant by a whole new can of worms," my mother said after she had pulled up my pants and buckled my belt. "You can never tell anyone about what just happened baby. Never. If you do your mother will end up in jail."

"I promise I won't mom. I promise," I replied, terrified at the thought of my mother going to jail.

"That's a good boy," she said as she tenderly touched my cheek. "I knew that I could count on you. Tomorrow, I'll teach you a little bit more. Okay??"

I nodded agreeably, and then my mother leaned down and gave me a kiss, sticking her tongue into my mouth as she did. True to her word, my mother let me fuck her the next day. That was six years ago. We had sex anytime that my father was out of the house. I've since moved out on my own, but my mother and I visit each other a couple of times a week to have sex.