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My Mother's Son

Copyright© 2008 by jackieoh

Chapter 5: Poker Class -- Show and Tell and More

Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 5: Poker Class -- Show and Tell and More - For me at least, this story preserves the beauty of the loving relationship. I also think it is sexier for it's truthfulness.A mother shows her son the way to sexuality by exhibiting her body, her lingerie,, and the ways of sexuality.

Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft   mt/Fa   Consensual   Romantic   Heterosexual   True Story   Incest   Mother   Son   Sister   Aunt   First   Oral Sex   Masturbation   Petting   Exhibitionism   Voyeurism   Slow  

I turned to another page in the diary.

Diary: "Oh dear. It gets more complicated. It seems that Sally and Charles have made up since the looking up skirt episode a couple years ago. I came home early and found them playing strip poker in the garden house. I just passed the window and glanced in. Charles was in his underwear and the little girl just slipping out of her panties and tossing them across the table. Cute, really, but of course it raises all sorts of issues for me. How do I keep them from actually experimenting sexually? And what if her mother finds out? She'll go bananas again. Good grief! As a first step, I bought some condoms and gave brief instructions. I hope I am doing the right things. It is all very normal, but complicated, like everything about sex, I guess. And I am finding the panties in my panty drawer tossed about when I come home. Must be Charley ... my normal teenager, with all those hormones. Wonder if he thinks of me when he does it?"

The memory of that day came back clear as a bell:

It was shattering. Sally had slipped her hands under the short skirt and pulled a pretty pair of yellow panties down her legs. Her eyes watched me continuously as she slowly slipped them down her legs and tossed them to me. Just as I caught them with a grin and had them half way to my nose, Mom walked in. I wanted to fall through the floor.

"Ummmm, uh?" she began.

Sally screamed and pushed her skirt down over those naked pubes and grabbed for her bra and blouse. "I'm sorry Mrs.Calahan... "She struggled to get her little breasts into the cups of the tiny bra decorated with little blue flowers along the edge.

"It's OK, Sally. Sit down. Please. Listen kids, it's normal. We all go through this. But, it is complicated. Your mother and father won't like it Sally. You know that."

"Oh, please ... please don't tell them..." she pleaded.

"Not to worry, dear, not to worry. It will be our little secret. But, you both have to agree not to do this again? OK?" She hugged Sally while we nodded and swore it would not happen again. Sally pulled away and sped out the door, heading for home.

She left me struggling my clothes over a stiff prick that had wilted for a moment but now was suddenly rampant again as I stood in front of my mother almost naked trying to think faster than she did. Impossible! I could feel the crimson blush of my face and my throat was so dry I wasn't sure I could speak. I felt the acute need to pee that always came over me when I was caught in any act I was in trouble for.

"Now then, young man, did anything else happen? Between you two, I mean."

I looked innocently into her eyes, trying my "what on earth are you talking about" look.

"OK, innocence. I mean did you ... touch each other."

"Not really... " I muttered, completely deflated.

"You mean, ... some touching? Some ... kissing, perhaps?"

"Yeah."

"That's touching." she gave me one of her archest looks. "Charley, I know it is a terrible strain, but you have to hold back. You understand? Now that you are ... well ... now that you are a man ... you know,,,,,,,, physically at least. Now that you ejaculate, you have a sacred trust not to be irresponsible. God, I'm not saying this very well. I don't want any pregnancies until you are old enough to be married and take care of them."

"Oh, Mom ... good grief!" The crimson of my face was turning white hot. I still had not got used to the frank talk about sex bit with my mother, I guess.

"Well, it could happen, I have to make sure you understand how easy it would be."

My face was red as a beet and I had nothing to say.

"Listen, I bought some condoms for you. Not that I want you to use them! I just want them to be available if you ever, ever, get out of control! Understood?"

I nodded.

"And, by the way, I didn't see Sally put on her panties."

She narrowed her eyes quizzically. I pulled them out of my pocket.

She groaned a little. "Well ... you have to give them back to her ... for god's sake be careful ... her mother ... my god; her mother will go bananas again! Better call Sally and meet someplace, eh?"

"I'm going to have to teach you to play poker, Charley, you almost lost everything! Isn't it supposed to be the other way around?"

I shrugged my shoulders.

"Yeah." She laughed with that lovely throaty way she had, then thought better of it and became stern again.

"I know you feel embarrassed about being caught. But don't worry, everyone has played strip poker at one time or another, even me."

"Really, you?"

She nodded and her face reddened in spite of herself. "Even me. And it was similar to you, the first time."

"You did it more often?"

She smiled a crooked smile. "Sure, but never mind, we are talking about you! But while we are talking, could we just have a little sex talk between us? Would that be OK? I've been wanting to. You know, to be as helpful as I can. I told you to ask anything, but you ... you don't seem to ask me," she trailed off.

"I'm OK, Mom."

"I know, I know. I know that at least sometimes you ... well ... you use ... or hold ... touch ... my panties, I mean in my panty drawer, Charley dear. Is it OK if I mention that it's OK with me? So you don't feel guilty or that you have to sneak around about it?"

" ... uh ... you're not mad?" I muttered, looking at my feet.

"No. Curious though, does that mean ... you sometimes think ... er ... think of me when you ... you know?"

I nodded, my face red and my temperature hitting a new high.

"I'm sorry about spilling on..." I said.

"No, it's all right. I have to admit that I find it a bit of a thrill when I know you had my underwear close to your body. And that you were excited. I don't think I'm supposed to admit that. But it's true. It's true!" She bit her lip and rolled her eyes.

"Now, what do you know about condoms?"

I shrugged and looked away.

"Well, I would rather you learned from me than on the street, I guess? Let's go in the house."

She sat across the kitchen table and took a banana from the bowl. "It's simple. You open it."

I struggled and she restrained herself from doing it for me. At last I ripped the package and the ring fell out on the table. She balanced it on her fingertip and I watched as she unrolled it just a little and left it draped over that delicate, long finger with its polished crimson nail.

"You have to handle it carefully, so you don't put a hole in it. Here, feel it."

I put my fingers around hers and felt the rubbery condom and what seemed like a slippery coating. We were both staring at our fingers toying with the rubber and her middle finger.

"Now then, the important thing is to put it one carefully and allow a little room at the end, so that when you ... when you cum ... inside the girl." She took a deep breath. I looked up and could see that she was blushing at the thought. "Well when ... you

As I watched, she put the ring over the banana, pinched the end and rolled it down the yellow shaft. The sight of her hand jacking the banana to unroll the rubber made me very hard.

"There, you see ... a little room at the end ... to catch ... to catch your sperm. And it is lubricated ... so ... well so that ... if she isn't ... moist ... it will slip in ... you know?" she demonstrated by pushing the banana through the circle of her fingers and I quickly nodded, eager to get away.

"Demonstration over. You won't need this information for years! Hear me? Right! Oh, and when you do ... years from now, ... it isn't cool to tie a knot in it ... you know, ... afterwards... ! I can't believe I told you that!"

I went around the table and hugged her. "I love you, Mom."

"Yeh, yeh, yeh, keep out of trouble then!" she said as she squeezed me tight. "Now go return Sally's panties before her mother finds out! Do you want me to give you mine for luck?"

"Yes." I said quickly.

"Oh my god, why am I such a sucker for you?" Then she laughed her evil witch laugh.

It was very sexy when she stood up and reached under her skirt to pull the black lacy panties down and balled them up and pushed them into my pocket.

"Will you really teach me to play poker?" I was pushing my luck.

"Go!"

Sally would never know that as I transferred her tightly rolled yellow panties into her hand, that my other hand clutched the black panties in my left pocket. She smiled sweetly with a self-satisfied look as she accepted her panties from me. She looked boldly into my eyes, looking very much like she knew that she could wrap me around her finger with those pretty yellow panties anytime she wanted to.

When I got home later in the evening, Auntie Mame was there. I didn't hear much of their conversation. But what I did hear was a little alarming and continued my sex-charged cravings from the earlier events of the day.

"You need to get laid, sweetie!" My aunt giggled chiding my mother.

I interrupted the conversation, whatever it was and Auntie turned to me with a big smile and offered a hug. I looked down her cleavage with great pleasure and returned her kiss. She pulled me onto her lap and hugged me with gusto. Those soft cushioning breasts were wonderful against my bare arm.

"Hi, Boyfriend! Still driving the girls crazy with that smile, I guess?"

"I guess."

"Still my best boyfriend, though?" She kissed me on the cheek and I could smell her sweet breath and the scent of her lipstick which I found so enticing.

"Yep."

It was always a lot of laughs when she came to visit and tonight was a good example.

"If I drink too much of this wine can I bunk with you, Charlie, like in the old days when I baby sat? Or has he become a man and I can't sleep with him anymore?" She giggled and looked at my mother.

My room has twin beds and she used to crawl into the other bed when she was the babysitter and read to me; then she would fall asleep with the book folder over her breasts.

"He's probably in more jeopardy from you, than you are!" Mom laughed. "But he wants us to give him some pointers on strip poker for some reason."

"I can handle that! Oh, lord, Ellen, do you remember that? We used to run home and put on three pairs of panties? And then come back and play in Eddie's tree house? I think we drove him to early insanity!"

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