Is this About Sex Mom?

by Thom

“Is this about sex mom?” I asked when my mother told me that I needed to set some time aside for her and I to have an important talk.

I had noticed that I was finally beginning to show signs of becoming a woman instead of the 12 year old girl that I was just about to be in a month when I had my birthday. My tits were beginning to grow and hurt when I touched them too but they were just little nubs at the moment. I already knew everything that I thought I probably needed about normal sex from my sex ed class at school. What I wondered was if my mom would talk to me about sex with girls because I was thinking that I wasn’t very interested in sex with boys.

“Gees, you are relentlessly annoying. Yes it’s about sex. This is hard enough on me without you showing me up. This is something a mother needs to do with her daughter. A long standing tradition. You’ll just have to put up with it if you have a problem with it.”

“Not me, really. I have some things about sex I really want to talk about. When do you want to do it?”

“What do you mean you have some things you really want to talk about? Is there some homework I need to do before we talk?”

“No mom, no homework. I’ll bet you know everything I want to know about. See you after school.”

“Bye hon.”

“Bye mom.”

It was a long day knowing that I was going to talk to my mother about sex with girls and women and not what she thought she was going to be telling me about sex with boys. I already knew about sex with boys. We had talked a little bit about same sex relationships but didn’t get into any of the how it’s really done stuff. I sure had some ideas about what I wanted to do with another girl but I haven’t found a girl that has seemed that interested.

When we sat down after school mom gave me all of the usual stuff and I corrected her on some things that I had learned in class and then I knew it was that moment or never. I wasn’t going to have another chance.

“Mom, what if somebody likes people of their own sex instead of the opposite?”

“Well, that’s okay too. It’s physically different but its happiness in the relationship that’s important. Is that how you think you feel?”

“Yes, I think so.”

“Well, you are still quite young and you could find yourself being attracted to a number of different kinds of people of both genders before you find the right person. You remind me a little bit of me when I was your age or a little older.”

“You liked girls?”

“I did and had a friend who liked girls too.”

“What did you do together? Please tell me.”

“Oh, I don’t think I could talk about that, it would be embarrassing. Aren’t there clubs at school these days for lesbians and gay boys? You can probably learn about stuff like that there.”

“I’m not sure I want to come out just yet. Why did you decide to marry dad and not stay with your friend or another girl friend?”

“That’s a good question and since I’m not still with your father, I’m not sure I made the right decision, did I?”

“And where is that friend and did you have other girl friends?”

“She moved away and I’ve lost track of her. I had a girl friend in college too. But lots of girls do that in college. It’s convenient. In college though you have to watch out for people who don’t understand if you’re out about it even now believe it or not? There is still bigotry about being gay.”

Here came the really tough part. “Mom, what if its you I think I like for now? Would you do things with me like you did with your friend when you were my age?”

“Absolutely not. I can’t imagine. What would make you ask a thing like that? We couldn’t. You need to find someone your own age but not get too involved with them if you know what I mean, you’re only 12.”

Well, that was about all of the ways that I thought she might say no. I tried a different tact.

“What if you just showed me, you know like our own sex ed class?”

“The answer is still no and I don’t want to discuss it any further young lady,” as she abruptly ended the conversation.

We were pretty quiet or only business like with each other the rest of the afternoon and through dinner. I did my homework, watched my one TV show an evening and went to bed. I was just starting to drift off to sleep when I thought I heard my mother come into the room.

“Mom?”

“Yes, hon, its me. No talking now, okay? We’ll discuss this another time. Right now just relax and follow my lead,” she said as she climbed naked into bed next to me.

Mom quickly slid off my tee shirt and my panties so that I was naked too. She wrapped herself around me, arms and legs and pulled me close to her. It felt super to be so close to her and have so much of my skin touching hers. I would bet we hadn’t been like this since I stopped nursing like ten years ago.

Mom kissed me on the lips. I felt her tongue slide across my teeth and then withdraw. I was so surprised, I didn’t have time or a quick enough reaction time to respond properly. My arms were around her as hers were around me but as she kissed me, I pulled my free hand back and I touched her breast and caressed the nipple. She let me do that for a bit and then she reached up and took my hand in hers. Mom arranged my hand so that two fingers were sticking out and then moved it down to be between her legs. She inserted my two fingers into her cunny up to my palm and had me move them back and forth a few times. She was really wet, dripping wet really. I couldn’t believe then you could get so wet from thinking about sex. When my fingers and most of my hand were really soaking with her juices, she pulled them out and pushed them up her slit until I felt her clit. She held my wrist and moved it, showing me how she wanted my fingers to rub her until I got the rhythm down and she let go and let me do it on my own.

Once her hand was free, she moved it over to me and I felt her probing my slit and then landing on my clit. It was electric having her touch me and I think I started to arch my back and buck. I lost my grip momentarily on mom’s clit but returned to consciousness enough to go back to rubbing it. We found a rhythm that worked for both of us and I came which seemed to excite her sufficiently to come as well.

Afterward, she pulled me back onto her body and held me really close. I was sure that I wanted to have a repeat of what had just transpired but I was so grateful for what had happened and aware that I was supposed to be quiet about it for now, that I just lay there and soaked up the good feelings. After a bit, mom kissed me on the lips and got out of bed and left the room.

I briefly lay quiet, basking in the good feelings I was having from my mom’s loving when I realized I could better relive it with my hand between my legs. My fingers still smelled of my mother and were, in fact, a bit damp from her wetness. I put them on my own clit and rubbed it the way mom had rubbed me and I imagined her still with me and getting me off again.

“Hey mom, that was great last night. Thanks for changing your mind. When can we do that again sometime?”

“We’ll see about that dear. In the meantime we’re still not talking about it, okay?”

“Okay, that’s fine. I wish you had spent the night with me but I’ll take what I can get.”

A couple of nights went by without my mom turning up after I went to bed. I was beginning to think that she wasn’t going to return. On Friday night though, after I got home from a friends house and had been in bed a half hour or so, she turned up. Since the first night, I had been sleeping naked hoping she would come back. I think she was surprised to find me that way and she was naked too. She pulled me on top of her and planted a big kiss on my lips as she wrapped me up in her arms and legs like a cocoon. I could tell by the way this time was starting out that it was going to be different then the other time. The other time was kind of tentative but this time mom seemed to know where she was headed.

“I love you mom. Thanks for coming back again.”

“I know you do sweetie. Just hush up okay and try to pay attention. We’re going to take a wild ride together and I’m not sure whether we’ll be able to repeat it if you don’t get it all the first time.”

That mostly didn’t make any sense to me but I was honestly going to do my best to pay attention. At that moment, I was passionately exchanging kisses with her and feeling incredibly tingly between my legs.

When she started to guide my body up hers I didn’t get what she was trying to accomplish right away. I guess that was what she meant by paying attention because she wasn’t only not talking about what we were doing, she wasn’t even telling me what I should be doing next. But by a push here and a pull there, I found myself squatting over my mother’s face with my cunny right on her mouth.

I really couldn’t really believe how good it felt to have her mouth there and I don’t think it was just the sex thing. At that moment, I loved my mother more than I had ever loved her before. I know I hadn’t had any experience with this stuff and the first time you have some one go down on you is special, but my mom knew just what to do to make me feel really special. So, I came in like a heartbeat. I came a couple of times before she even came up for air with my middle over all of her airways.

I was leaning on the headboard and my head was up against the wall above my bed and I was panting like crazy but something made me decide to turn around to see what was going on with my mother when I noticed that she was frigging herself with her hand. From the first time she came to visit me, I knew that she knew what she was doing with her hand but it was at that moment that I realize that I needed to do something to help her out just as she had helped me out

I pulled myself off of her face even though it felt really good to have her tongue probing my slit and licking my clit and I began to snake my way down her body. My cunny was so hungry for continued stimulation that I mounted her thigh and humped it a bit as I took first one of her breasts into my mouth and then the other one getting them all wet and slobbery. I think she liked having my cunny humping her thigh because she pulled on my ass until her cunny was just about at the same place as mine and started humping me back.

I kept moving though and licked and kissed my way on down until I got to her furry middle. I wasn’t sure where to start to untangle all of that hair she had there and where the various parts were that I should be attending too. I touched her pubic bone with my hand and then began to probe looking for an opening Mom wasn’t helping me too much at that point because I think she was just beside herself that her 12 year old daughter was naked, kneeling between her spread legs and poking around with her mouth and fingers or her hairy cunt. I kept sticking my tongue out and licking at what I thought was the top of her slit but it seemed I was only licking hair and making it all slobbery.

Finally, I gather she figured out how ineffective I was being and she came to my rescue. She reached down between her legs and around my cheeks and pulled her cunny lips apart.

“See that nub at the top there that is sticking out hon? Can you put your mouth on that part? And do you remember the last time how I had you stick your fingers inside my vagina and get them wet? Well, this time I want you to stick them in but move them back and forth and don’t take them completely out. Here let me show you.”

And she grabbed my hand and made the two fingers straight again and pushed them deep inside her. Mom must have rethought the number of fingers because right away she pulled out the two fingers and straightened out my whole hand and pushed it into her. At first all of my fingers went in and then, with a couple of pushes, my whole hand went into her until only my wrist was sticking out. I was pretty amazed that this had happened but I didn’t have time to study it because she had a hold of my wrist and was thrusting it back and forth and she had her other hand on the back of my head and she was pulling my mouth back down to her hairy bush.

This time though I pretty much knew what I was aiming for and took my free hand and parted her slit at the top. And sure enough, there it was again though I think it was even larger than it had been a few minutes before when she showed it to me. Anyway, my right hand was really buried deeply in her hole and I could feel her slit sliding back and forth over my wrist. Before I moved my left hand away from squeezing her clit, I put my mouth right on it and started to nurse like a baby as if it was a big nipple.

Well, mom started to gush juices out of herself someplace down there because my face and my arm were just getting soaked from her and I couldn’t believe how much her bottom was bucking and thrusting like she was a wild pony and I was a cowboy trying to break it.

“Harder, harder, faster, faster,” was all my mother could say, over and over again and I was doing the best I could to accommodate with my hand buried up to its wrist inside of her and my mouth on her cunny with a part of it thrusting into my mouth. With all of the liquid that was flowing from her, I was the most afraid of either drowning from it or sliding completely away in the flash flood.

Mom had pulled her feet up so that her heels were touching the back of her butt and she was using them to thrust her bottom up toward my hand and mouth. I had reached up and was caressing her breast with my free hand but she decided that she wanted to call it into duty too. She took it off of her breast and pulled it up to her mouth and began to lick it. I was pretty busy down below but I finally gathered with the kissing gesture that she wanted me to straighten out three fingers this time. Putting them together, tightly she began to suck them in and out of her mouth until she got them all slobbery. Then she took a hold of the three of them and slid them down her front and pushed them between my cheek and onto her cunny near my other hand that was sliding in and out, getting it all wet with the juices that were accumulating around her cunny and my mouth and other hand.

When she finally guaranteed that my other hand and its three fingers were as soaked as they were going to be she did the most amazing thing. Raising her butt, ever so slightly, she pushed the three, wet, soaking fingers into another hole in her bottom that I could only imagine was her poop hole. They slid in really easily but I know there aren’t that many places to put things down there so this one had to be her back hole.

So, by this time, all of my 12 year old energy is focused on my two hands which are inside mom’s front and back holes and my mouth that is sucking as hard as it can on her love nub.

At first I was sort of squished up and kneeling between her legs but when she put my free hand into her back hole, it was more comfortable for me to stretch out my legs. My cunny was tingling so much from the excitement of what we were doing that I began to rub my bare mound on the sheet, arching my back slightly to get some contact with my sweet spot. Well, my mother, even with so much going on with her at that moment, realized that I wasn’t getting too much out of this arrangement and stretched her right leg out and pushed it underneath me.

It worked out such that as I settled in on top of her leg that my cunny was just about at her ankle and that her foot could push on the back of my butt, rocking me at the same rhythm that I was pushing into her two holes and sucking on her clit. I pushed down hard on her leg so that her ankle bone was spreading my lips and it was almost as good as having her mouth there. Mom had turned her foot slightly sideways so that it was spreading my butt cheeks as she pushed on it. What was going on down there almost became so distracting that I began to lose my concentration on all of the things I was doing up above. Anytime that I seemed to slack off though, mom would push harder on my bottom and we would be back into the rhythm again.

Well, I wasn’t about to let up until I was sure mom was going to come and while it took a little longer than I thought it would, she finally began to gasp heavily and then scream out a bunch of guttural sounds that made me think she had enjoyed herself. I hadn’t come yet but she pulled me up so that my mouth was at her mouth and began to kiss me quite passionately and then, reaching down to grab my pussy, she thrust a finger into my slit and found my clit. She pulled on it really hard a few times and I just lost all control with the waves and waves of coming that washed over me.

After that mom and I just lay together panting, trying to catch our breath for the longest time. Finally, able to breath, we began to kiss and cuddle and that kept up for quite a long time until we both began to feel tired. I was sure that my mom was going to sneak out again and sleep in her own bed so I thought I’d at least plead my case even though we still weren’t talking about this, the great loving we had had over a couple of nights.

“Hey mom, will you stay with me tonight instead of going back to your room?”

“Shush hon, I told you I didn’t want to talk about this. Now turn over so that I can spoon you and let’s try to get some sleep before we start that over again.”