Mom & Aunt Teach Me S*x
Copyright© 2025 by Mom Lover
Chapter 1
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 1 - In the quiet of his apartment, David finds himself in a situation he never imagined. His Mom, Julie, and his Aunt Jessica have decided it's time for him to learn the ways of love and lust. What starts as a playful evening of drinks and confessions quickly turns into a night of intense passion and self-discovery. As David navigates the complex emotions and physical pleasures that come with his newfound experiences, he begins to see his Mom and aunt in a completely different light.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic Fiction Incest Mother Son Aunt Nephew Polygamy/Polyamory Anal Sex Cream Pie First Massage Masturbation Oral Sex Safe Sex Squirting Tit-Fucking BBW Big Breasts Slow
I could feel both of them staring at me, their eyes filled with curiosity and a little bit of mischief. My mom gave me that soft smile of hers, the one that always managed to make me feel both comforted and a little embarrassed at the same time.
Mom rested her elbows on the table and leaned closer.
“David, sweetheart, you’re nineteen now. You’ve moved out, you’ve got your own place, your own job ... don’t you want someone special to share things with?”
I rubbed the back of my neck awkwardly, avoiding their eyes.
“I ... I don’t know, Mom. I guess I just haven’t really thought about it that much.”
Aunt Jessica chuckled softly, sipping her coffee before setting the mug down with a clink.
“Oh, come on, David. You expect us to believe that? You’re young, you’re decent-looking, and you work with your hands all day. You’re telling me there isn’t a single girl you like? Not one?”
I shrugged, feeling my ears burn.
“I mean ... there are girls at work, sure. But I ... I wouldn’t even know how to start something like that.”
“Hmm.”
Aunt leaned back in her chair, crossing her legs as she gave me that sly little smirk she was famous for.
“Sounds like someone needs a bit of ... guidance.” Mom shot her a look.
“Jessica, don’t start,” she warned, though there was a tiny smile tugging at her lips. “He’ll figure it out in his own time.”
“I’m just saying,” Aunt replied, hands raised in mock surrender.
“It wouldn’t hurt to, you know, socialize a little more. There’s a whole world outside this apartment and the carpentry shop, kiddo.”
I sighed and slouched back in my chair, staring at the ceiling for a moment.
“It’s not that simple,” I muttered.
“I ... I guess I just haven’t met the right person yet.”
There was a short silence before Mom reached across the table and placed her hand gently over mine. Her touch was soft, comforting—just like always.
“That’s okay, sweetheart,” she said softly.
“You’ll know when the time comes. No need to rush.”
But Aunt Jessica wasn’t done yet. She leaned forward, resting her chin on her palm, her eyes twinkling with mischief.
“Alright, alright ... no rushing.”
Then she tilted her head slightly and asked, “But ... do you at least look? You know, when you’re out and about?”
I blinked, caught off guard. “Uh ... I mean ... sometimes,” I admitted, feeling the heat creep up my neck.