01-11-2016, 10:26 PM
Mom taught me & my brother about sex
Bees, I am not writer of this story but I liked and decided to share of course after some editing. Now this story goes here as:
My mother was more like an older sister than a mother, perhaps her divorce from daddy had something to do with it, but I was just a teenager, and way too young to be hanging out with my mother, not that I thought she needed to as she was all woman and never without a man panting after her.
'We need to talk sex'. My mother looked up from her coffee, 'Why', she asked, her eyes dropping to my stomach, looking for the answer.
I left it hanging there, just to hear her reaction, 'Are you in trouble', she finally asked? My younger brother was laughing, as the breakfast table came alive to the sounds of sex.
'Not yet mother dear', I replied sardonically, school project, 'too many teens fucking, so we have to draw attention to the fact, at what makes babies'.
'I am sure with the internet you kids know as much as I do', she replied, I was reaching into my bag and produced a paper, with questions.
Mum looked at it, shook her head in mock disbelief, 'This is more fantasist than factual', she said, 'is your teacher a man by any chance'?
The fact that he was made me curious, 'Why do you say that', I asked her, the girls in our class called him 'Creepy'.
'The questions are all about you and your approach to sex, how you feel about it, and more importantly, are you sexually active'.
Mum's eyes were lit up like twin beacons, 'He's looking for weaknesses to exploit and he wants inside your panties'. She was always like that, her own life's experiences had taught her that, and from those few statements it began to dawn on me she was right.
My brother who sat quietly alongside us, was too wrapped up in his music with his ear buds in to realise the air was blue with female sexual innuendo, 'Perhaps if he had been listening he might have learned something', I said to mum, as I looked at him, but Mum replied, 'He will, in fact you both will', and she put the paper down, reached across the table and pulled his ear buds out.
'Right listen up, you two are going to learn about sex, and trust me, you wont forget about it'.
I looked across at my brother, his blank expression was met by my own equally and slightly shocked expression, as Mum went on to explain just how powerful sex is, how people use it to attain a hold over others, 'The more you know about sex, your own bodies, and how to recognize when you are being targeted, you will be several steps up the rung and be able to know how to deal with it'.
'Peter, stand in front of your sister'. My brother looked at me, then mother, and back to me, 'Why', he asked, 'Just do it', was her firm reply.
My brother rose from his seat and came around the table and stood facing me, 'Closer', she said, and he shuffled up close until our noses almost touched.
'Now kiss your sister on her mouth'. I started to protest, and he hesitated, 'Do it', ordered mother, and our lips touched.
Bees, I am not writer of this story but I liked and decided to share of course after some editing. Now this story goes here as:
My mother was more like an older sister than a mother, perhaps her divorce from daddy had something to do with it, but I was just a teenager, and way too young to be hanging out with my mother, not that I thought she needed to as she was all woman and never without a man panting after her.
'We need to talk sex'. My mother looked up from her coffee, 'Why', she asked, her eyes dropping to my stomach, looking for the answer.
I left it hanging there, just to hear her reaction, 'Are you in trouble', she finally asked? My younger brother was laughing, as the breakfast table came alive to the sounds of sex.
'Not yet mother dear', I replied sardonically, school project, 'too many teens fucking, so we have to draw attention to the fact, at what makes babies'.
'I am sure with the internet you kids know as much as I do', she replied, I was reaching into my bag and produced a paper, with questions.
Mum looked at it, shook her head in mock disbelief, 'This is more fantasist than factual', she said, 'is your teacher a man by any chance'?
The fact that he was made me curious, 'Why do you say that', I asked her, the girls in our class called him 'Creepy'.
'The questions are all about you and your approach to sex, how you feel about it, and more importantly, are you sexually active'.
Mum's eyes were lit up like twin beacons, 'He's looking for weaknesses to exploit and he wants inside your panties'. She was always like that, her own life's experiences had taught her that, and from those few statements it began to dawn on me she was right.
My brother who sat quietly alongside us, was too wrapped up in his music with his ear buds in to realise the air was blue with female sexual innuendo, 'Perhaps if he had been listening he might have learned something', I said to mum, as I looked at him, but Mum replied, 'He will, in fact you both will', and she put the paper down, reached across the table and pulled his ear buds out.
'Right listen up, you two are going to learn about sex, and trust me, you wont forget about it'.
I looked across at my brother, his blank expression was met by my own equally and slightly shocked expression, as Mum went on to explain just how powerful sex is, how people use it to attain a hold over others, 'The more you know about sex, your own bodies, and how to recognize when you are being targeted, you will be several steps up the rung and be able to know how to deal with it'.
'Peter, stand in front of your sister'. My brother looked at me, then mother, and back to me, 'Why', he asked, 'Just do it', was her firm reply.
My brother rose from his seat and came around the table and stood facing me, 'Closer', she said, and he shuffled up close until our noses almost touched.
'Now kiss your sister on her mouth'. I started to protest, and he hesitated, 'Do it', ordered mother, and our lips touched.
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01-11-2016, 10:29 PM
There was something chemical happening there, as our lips met and pressed against each other, but there was no passion or tingling, but there was something there in the background.
'Feel anything', mother asked us inquisitively, we both shook our heads to confirm that we both felt no response from kissing each other. 'That's perfectly normal', she said, 'You are siblings and have grown up with each other, so you should be comfortable with each other'. I had a smile on my face, until mother told me to put my hand down my brother's pyjamas bottoms, and touch his cock. Peter had a look on his face that was priceless, and at the same time expectant. 'I can't', I protested, 'Just try it, you will be surprised', she retorted. My hand reached down and took hold of his pyjama cord and Peter pulled back as my cold fingers touched his bare skin. I pulled his cord out from his stomach and looked down, to see he was not wearing underpants, I felt weird and curious at the same time, looked at mum, who sat with a smile on her face, 'Reach in and take hold of it', she encouraged me, and I looked at Peter as my other hand descended down his hairless pubis and touched his hanging flaccid cock. I could see his 'Adam's Apple', bob in his throat, as he swallowed hard, and I wondered as I looked if I was the first girl to touch him, as my fingers encircled his fleshy protuberance, drawing heat from it, and marvelling in the tactile softness, a first for me, and for my brother, judging by the look on his face. 'What do you think about your brother's cock'? I looked across at mum, she was relaxed, 'Soft', was the word that escaped my lips, not realizing my hand was subconsciously fondling it. Mum could see his pants moving and knew what I was doing behind his cotton bottoms, 'Feels nice', she queried, I had to concede? 'Why is he not getting hard'? I was feeling slightly miffed, whether I cared to admit it or not, as I assumed any man would get an erection, if he felt my hand holding him 'For the same reason as previously Mariel, he is your sibling. 'Can I let go now', I asked in mock dissatisfaction, but deep down I liked holding him, and my long fingers were kneading his shaft as if I were practising on my recorder, to the tune of the 'Grand old Duke of York'. When mum said 'No', my heart skipped a beat, in fact it was thumping hard inside my chest, and I think Mum knew that. 'Undo your cord and let your pant fall down Peter'. Peter did as mum suggested, and there was my hidden hand holding my brother, my gentle loving squeezes now exposed and in the open. 'Massage his balls Mariel'.
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