Teaching Mom The Basics 2

My mom huffs in frustration, she calls out to me "baby!" I hear the sound of a computer's error. I see my mom in her fitted work dress, her brow is furrowed. She is standing in front of the latest laptop computer and frustrated. She places my hand over hers and I instruct her on what icon to click, what to select in the drop down menu, and it's getting really hard to concentrate. Her ass is right up against my crotch. Her summer dress is thin, I can feel her mounds. I start to stutter as I try my best to focus and teach her. She bites her lip playfully. I wonder if she is grinding her ass against my hard cock on purpose. I gather my courage to look over at her face, her expression proves that she can feel me grow harder, and I can't move. I'm paralyzed in heaven, just a few strips of cotton separating our private parts from really touching. I confess, "I can feel the crevice." She turns around, a wicked smile on her face, "I never taught you to be ashamed of your body, or your sexuality, son," she tells me. I feel the hair stand up on the back on my neck. "It's ok," she says in her soothing motherly voice, "just take it out and rub it up and down the crevice that you like so much." I see a smile start to form in the corner of her mouth, her eyes sparkle at me like emeralds. She's standing so close to me, I can smell her. I want to please her. Would it be so wrong? She has always been the progressive sort of mother; she never wants me to be ashamed of my thoughts, my feelings. I stare at her, paralyzed in my youthful fear. She sits on the table, hikes up her skirt to reveal her perfectly toned thighs, and she parts them. I see her panties. She's wet. Watch the story unfold.