Chapter 3

After a while, I figured out that Donna was almost a copy of her mother, physically and mentally. She was a very compliant girl and did most things that I asked her to do without resistance or argument.

One day, to help train her, as Teresa passed by to get something from the dining room cupboard, I asked her a question, and as she turned, I put my arm around her and grabbed her low on her ass. As usual, she took my hand on her body as a given and answered my question and didn’t leave until I let go of her cheek.

I had made sure that Donna saw where my hand was in order to make her think that my hands touching her mother was a natural thing. I think Donna learned that lesson as the next time I asked her to fetch some water from the kitchen, I patted her ass as she deposited the glass in front of me before taking her seat again. Donna didn’t seem to mind.

A session or two later, I gave Donna a direct sexual order. As she was about to sit down in her chair to start the tutoring session, I stopped her with a gesture of my hand.

“Donna, go take off your bra before we start.”

“Uh...” confusion showed on her face. “Why?”

“I like it better that way.”

After a few seconds’ pause, “OK.”

Donna headed to her room and came back free of her industrial-strength bra, and her firm, large tits moved freely under her loose t-shirt. I could tell she was aroused as her nipples made big bumps in the cloth covering them. She came and sat next to me, and it was clear that she felt different. Her cheeks were clearly red either from arousal or embarrassment.

“I like you like that. From now on, don’t wear a bra when I tutor you.”

“OK.” Came the meek reply.

While I was making progress with the Donato women, I wasn’t sure how I was going to capitalize on it. Mr. Donato was always there, and I wasn’t sure how to go about using the women sexually. Touches here and there were good, but only served to make me hornier without a chance of relief until I left and went straight to Lucia’s place.

One day it dawned on me that I may not need to have the freedom to touch the girl and her mom to get sexual release.

Immediately putting my theory to the test, as I explained a formula to Donna, I grabbed her right hand and pulled it to my crotch. I rubbed Donna’s palm on my cock and it started to fill up.

“What are you doing?” She whispered.

“I want you to make me feel good. Keep rubbing me.”

“I don’t think I should.”

“Why not? It doesn’t hurt you and it makes me feel good. You don’t want me to feel good?”

“I don’t know. I know that I shouldn’t be doing this.”

“I’ve been helping you and tutoring you. You owe me a little. I help you with math and you help me with this.” I said while I kept her palm moving on my very rigid cock.

“I guess.” Was her soft reply.

I let go of her hand and she kept the movement up. Soon her rubbing started feeling really good and I felt I was about to cum. I didn’t want to leave with soiled underwear so I stopped her.

“If you keep going like this my pants will get wet. Go get some tissues.”

Donna got up and went to fetch paper tissues obediently. While gone, I unzipped my slacks and fished my cock out and kept it hidden under the dining room table cover.

Donna came back with a box of tissues and sat back down. Without prompting, she reached under the table cover for my crotch —good sign— and was surprised when her hand encountered my naked cock. Initially, she pulled her hand back, but then smiling slightly at me, she reached again and wrapped her soft hand around my hard cock and started stroking it.

I pretended to be explaining a formula to her and she pretended to be listening.

Soon enough I was about to reach my desired end, and I whispered, “Get the tissue ready, I’m about to cum.”

“What’s that?”

“Stuff is about to come out of my penis and you need to catch it with the tissues.”

Donna quickly pulled a few tissues out of the box and put them over the tip to catch what was to cum.

I grabbed her stroking hand and tightened it slightly, and started moving it faster, teaching her what I liked.

In less than a minute, I had to suppress my groans as I spurted hard into the hovering tissue.

I pushed her hand down as I stopped shooting hard enough for it to fly up to the tissue.

“Wow!” She whispered.

“Good girl.” I whispered back.

At that point, the lesson ended, and I left.

The experience left me thrilled and still quite horny, so on my way home, I passed by Lucia, and I fucked her behind her house’s door, bent over.

I didn’t stick around to explain the urgency or the intensity of my need. But I was happy to note that Lucia came twice while I fucked her harder than I’ve ever fucked her before.

The next time I was with Donna, I was surprised when I noticed Teresa keeping a close eye on us as Donna’s hand moved over my crotch.

I knew she suspected something, and it made me nervous, but my nervousness was overridden by my horniness and didn’t stop Donna’s hand from the job that I assigned to it.

After a while, as Teresa didn’t say anything, I lost focus and didn’t keep track of her whereabouts or her focus.

As I approached my orgasm, I warned Donna to be ready with the tissues, and when she got them ready, I almost died when I heard Teresa’s voice right behind me.

“That’s not the way to do it.”

Donna almost screamed, and she let go of my cock under the table, but at the last moment, she managed to slap her own hand over her mouth and stopped herself from screaming.

“Huh?” Donna asked her mom.

“Don’t waste the tissues to catch his cum.”

“I will dirty his pants if I don’t catch it.”

“Catch it, but don’t use the tissues. Those aren’t cheap, you know.”

I was amazed at the exchange. Not only didn’t Teresa make a fuss about the hand job that I was receiving from her daughter, she was giving her tips in fiscal responsibility. I was intrigued, what was Teresa teaching her daughter?

“How?” Asked Donna.

“With your mouth, of course, dummy.”

“Yuck! My mouth?”

“Let me show you,” said Teresa as she pulled back on my shoulders, prompting me to push my chair back.

Teresa went to my side and bent over my lap.

“Keep stroking,” she instructed her daughter.

I looked at Donna and found the most amazed look on her face as she did as her mom told her to.

I, on the other hand, had lost the urge to cum in my panic, but didn’t lose my erection. I needed extra help to cum quickly, so I put my hand up Teresa’s house dress and pushed my fingers between her legs. She didn’t complain as I massaged her cunt through her panties. Soon enough, I started feeling like I was about to cum.

“Almost there,” I whispered to both women.

As I did, Teresa bent over some more and latched her lips on the tip of my cock.

Donna kept stroking me, and with Teresa’s warm lips sucking on my cock, I shot a very strong orgasm.

Donna removed her hand as she felt me cum, but Teresa took over and milked my cock like only an experienced woman can.

Teresa made sure to milk the last drop from my cock and licked around the head, cleaning it before she straightened up and licked her own lips.

“It’s easiest to suck the cum out of his cock and swallow it. It’s clean and free, and it gives you some nutrition.” She informed her daughter.

To say I was surprised would be a colossal understatement. It was downright surreal. A woman teaching her daughter to suck cum instead of catching it with tissues is surreal as hell.

“OK,” replied the unbelieving Donna.

“Thanks!” I said to Teresa as I kept my hand jammed between her legs. “That’s very true. It’s very efficient and the best.”

Teresa stood there for as long as I kept my hand between her legs. I got the feeling that she was about to cum, so I used my other hand to reach under her dress from the front and massaged her crotch from both ends. It took merely a minute of me rubbing her pussy lips and asshole from the back and tweaking her clit from the front for Teresa to shake in orgasm and for her knees to buckle and end up kneeling next to my chair and making a big effort to suppress her orgasmic moans.

I couldn’t maintain contact with her crotch as she dropped and ended up with a handful of giant tit-flesh.

I wasn’t a stranger to female orgasms, but Donna definitely was.

“Mom! Are you OK? Luca, what’s wrong with Mom? Why did she collapse like that?”

“Your mom is fine. She is having an orgasm.”

“What’s an orgasm? Does it hurt?”

“No, it doesn’t hurt. On the contrary, it feels really, really good.” I explained as Teresa was still on her knees clutching my thigh and twitching with wave after wave of pleasure.

“Is that true, Mom? You’re okay?”

“Yes, baby, I’m more than okay. I’m feeling very good. Luca here knows how to please a woman.” Teresa answered as she got to her feet slowly.

Donna looked at me, and I shrugged.

Sitting down on a chair at my other side and turning towards me, Teresa asked, “So Luca, how did you learn to do this? You’re far from marriage age. Who taught you how to do what you did?”

“This is private between me and whoever it is. Don’t ask, as I won’t tell.”

“Discreet! That’s a great quality in a young man like you.”

I had nothing to say to that.

“I’m glad that you and Donna get along.”

“Mom!” Objected Donna as a strong flush came over her face.

“Oh, hush, girl. Luca here is a handsome young man who knows how to handle a woman. You’d be lucky to marry him.”

“Whoa there, Teresa, I’m way too young to get married. I’m friends with Donna, and I simply wanted to help her. Things got interesting between us, but she hasn’t done anything other than a simple hand job. Her chastity is still intact. Also, I don’t think I’m ready to make any kind of commitment regarding my future. I’m only sixteen, even younger than Donna herself.”