Mom Knows Best - Part 1

In the summer of 1983, in a sleepy suburb of Anaheim, California, a sexually liberated mother pleases herself and her son. They will never be the same.

All characters in this story are 18+ yo.

This is a story about my first time with my mother. I was a virgin, and didn't yet know the first thing about handling women. Mom would teach me everything I needed over the years to gain a solid footing in lovemaking as well as how to empower me to take control of my life sexually; from how to tell my first crush I was sweet on her, to how to make any classy lady melt under my touch. Mom encouraged me to practice sex early and often. She and my dad had met and started fucking in their early teens after their respective parents brought them both to a swinging party in the 60s and told them both to stay in the basement and not come up no matter what until an adult came down to get them. Mommy was already a maneater by that point and decided she liked my daddy, who was a virgin with no experience. My mother was always a soft touch for the clumsy and inexperienced. With her they never stayed clumsy or inexperienced for long. The 60’s and 70’s were truly the era mamma was meant for; she was born into the right time, as they say. She thrived coming of age in such a liberal environment and she cultivated that for me in our home as well.

Mom was a bit of a free spirit in a lot of ways. She marched to the beat of her own drum, and she took better care of my father and me than I can imagine any mother being capable of. This is my account, to the best of my memory, of the first time Mom took the wheel and guided me into blossoming sexually as she taught me to let myself have fun and be free with a woman, to enjoy her touch and rhythm and sound and electricity, and the heat and wetness and softness of her body. I don’t know how she managed to be such a ravenous sexual dynamo as to please and satisfy two males with as high of a libido as my father, and shortly after her tutelage began, myself. Although somehow, mom always had energy to burn and warmth to give us both. My father didn’t give her pussy a break, but when he finally did, she would come knocking on my bedroom door with her heart and her legs open wide. I learned to love and be loved from her. I learned liberation by her guiding hand and grew up to be a deeply sexually satisfied man with a family of my own. I know that she’s proud of me now. She told me so while receiving my thick load directly into her stomach as I laid in my father’s reclining chair this morning.

Receiving a warm blowjob from my favorite lady (aside from my wife) made me feel lightheaded and brought back a sweet rush of memories from the first time of many when my mother held me tightly in her throat and looked up at me lovingly as a good mother should. Today, she has done it absolutely thousands of times. But way back in that magical summer of my adolescence, mom would cast a spell on me that would last a lifetime. It all started on an ordinary Thursday as I was returning home from school. I remember it quite well.

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"Mom, I'm home!" I called out as I shut the front door behind me and left my shoes in the entryway. Normally my mom is there to greet me first thing. She's always cheerful and encouraging after a long day. I'm taken aback by how much I need to hear her voice now. School was rough and I got a bad report card that I'm hoping she can help me smooth over when dad gets home. Otherwise, I'm toast.

"Hey there hon" I hear mom coo from behind me. She's wearing her bathrobe, and her hair is a messy bob that bounces around a little and resettles when she shifts her weight. Lately I've been noticing mamma looks really pretty, which didn't used to happen as much. She has a glass of vodka and milk in one hand and the other rests on her voluptuous curved hip. I notice she isn't wearing anything under her robe, and I can see mom's big white breasts peeking out at me. Years ago, mommy had been very comfortable being naked around me but in the last few years, she's been doing less of that. Seeing her like this now came as a nice surprise. She stands about 5'7" with a big doughy butt, soft round breasts and a little chubby belly that I love making raspberries on. Thinking back to when I used to see her naked more, I wish she would go back to it. She's soft and warm and fun to touch and hug. Seeing her now, her robe struggling to cover her naked chest and her hair messy as if waking from a slumber, I feel an intense desire to stare, but I immediately look away and bashfully respond with my own awkward greeting.

"Hi mama. H-how's your drink?" I stammer out.

She grins a big warm grin, her eyes mostly closed as she smiles with her whole face. "You know your mama loves her milk and cookies... speaking of which, I'm out of cookies in the bedroom, wanna scare some up with me in the kitchen?"

I giggle and nod. Mommy is the best, I think to myself, letting me eat cookies right after school! I almost forget about my report card and the stress of having to talk about it with her. Almost.

Mom takes my hand and leads me through the living room towards the kitchen. I break with her stride as I take off my backpack and leave it by the sofa before skipping over to rejoin her. Her bare feet glide gracefully through the room as her hips sway and her bottom bounces playfully. I love watching her move, but I'm careful to not get greedy and let myself be caught. Mom stops in front of the overhead cabinet and grabs both cabinet doors and swings them open, spreading her arms wide and giving me a good look at her soft creamy chest. Her silver necklace shines in the afternoon sun and her earrings sparkle as she hums to herself joyfully. With her arms spread wide, I gaze longingly at mom's fair skin and elegant, lightly freckled shoulders. I strain my eyes and can almost see her areolas, when suddenly my penis gets hard, and I find myself wanting her to be closer to her. I stare at her beautiful figure, completely hypnotized by her from across the room. Just then she turns her head to look at me and notices my gaze locked on her voluptuous body. She spins on her heel to look at me and smiles knowingly before removing a box of Oreos from the cabinet. She looks like the cat that ate the canary as she playfully pivots the rest of her body towards me. My gosh, her boobs are barely held in by her loosely tied robe as she relaxes her shoulders. I'm almost drooling now.

"You must want these really bad..." she says to me coyly. She starts to walk toward me and sets the box of Oreos on the counter. Mom is acting a lot different than usual. "Do you want some milk, baby?" I stare, my brain short circuiting from over stimulation. It feels like forever before I finally respond. I don't know how to express my feelings, so I decide to just thank mom for the snack.

"I-I have a big sweet tooth. I've been wanting some sugar all day at school. Thanks for bringing me something sweet as soon as I got home, it's a big relief mom."

Mom brings one hand over her eyes as she giggles, brushing a lock of auburn hair out of her face as she looks back up at me with a big smile. "Jim, I love you", she says earnestly but playfully. "Never change baby boy". I melt.

"I love you too mom", I stutter out, walking on air. Mommy looks so beautiful. I just want to climb into her lap and sleep with my head on her big pillowy chest. I start thinking about how warm and soft her boobs must be. When I was 6, mommy begrudgingly stopped breastfeeding me. Daddy told her she couldn’t feed me that way forever and I could hear her crying in their room every night with daddy trying to console her. That went on for over a week. I was probably even more devastated by it than she was, but I never told her that. Suddenly I come back to the present and realize I'm staring at her tits again. I scramble to pull my eyes off her and look at the Oreos. "Want some cookies mom?" I ask her. She nods slowly and licks her lips.

"You're all the sugar I need Jim" she says mirthfully. I smile and fix myself a plate of cookies and pour myself some milk. I can't wait to sit with mom and relax after a rough day. All day everyone has wanted something from me and most of them have left disappointed, especially Mrs. Evelyn from Math class after giving me my report card. I didn't have to worry about disappointing mommy. She would help me figure things out when I was struggling. I remembered my report card and winced. I may be a kid, but I do everything I can to seem in control of the situation and be cool for mom. I don't want her to think I'm a dweeb or anything, which secretly unbeknownst to her, I am.

"Something wrong, Jim?" she asks innocently.

"Oh, it's nothing. I just got a bad report card and... I don't know mom, I tried so hard, but I just can't seem to get my head around this arithmetic stuff. I really am trying mom; I just think I need some extra help..." I trail off, hoping she isn't upset with me. I look up and see her face, looking pained and concerned for my happiness. "It's OK mom, I'm gonna figure it out, I just hoped that maybe you could help me explain to dad..." I trailed off.

Mom nodded her head, her soft curls bouncing as she closed her eyes and sipped her milk and vodka. "Poor sweet Jim. It'll be OK baby." She sets her glass on the table and places her hands on my shoulders in a nurturing gesture. I look up at her smiling face and her breasts tower over me. "Mamma will make it better. Let her tell daddy for you after he gets home, if you just let your mamma smooth it over she can tell him when he's in a good mood and he won't get too upset, ok? Just trust mommy on this, she knows how to handle daddy." She smiles a big smile at me and winks playfully. Mom is really good at calming daddy down when he's angry. Mommy takes him by the hand and leads him into their room together, and when they come back out an hour or two later, daddy is completely relaxed and lights a cigarette and sits with mommy on his lap. I think mamma has the same effect on daddy that she has on me. She's so warm and bubbly. I look at her again and notice the shoulder of her robe has slipped off, revealing one of her big soft tits completely. I immediately look back at her face, trying to think of something to say before she notices her robe is about to fall off her.

"Hey mom, can I try some of that?" I point to her glass. She looks at me, eyebrows raised, before smiling and giggling to herself. I need to keep her occupied, so I just keep talking. "I want to know more about your favorite drinks, like how to make them. Can I fix you another?" Mom smiles now, looking genuinely impressed.

"My, my, Jim, you're turning out to be quite useful around the house for your dear mother, aren't you? If you care so much, I wonder what other things mommy can teach you to do for her?" I start to feel hot, and my heart rate quickened. I'm feeling hot as mommy playfully raises her glass to me. "To good sons and loving mothers", she toasts, before biting her lip and grinning. Mom is really relaxed now and all I can think about is how pretty she looks as I try to hide the bulge growing in my shorts. I try to stay focused as I force the words out before I even know what I'm trying to say. "Where do we keep the... the stuff that goes in... the... the spicy stuff..." she looks at me with an expression of both amusement and arousal spreading over her pretty face.

"The what now? OH - you mean the vodka sweetie?" She giggles and finishes off the rest of her glass in one big gulp. She burps a petite little burp now and blushes a tad before wiping her mouth with her sleeve and clanking her glass down on the counter. "Mamma needs another", she says seductively. With that last clank of her glass down on the table, the bath robe slides off her other shoulder, leaving her more bare and more beautiful than ever. She looks at me with eyes half open, legs crossed, and two big porcelain white tits proudly presented for me as she sits smiling. She decides to uncross her legs.

I stare like a dear in the headlights. My erection is a steel rod now. This is bad, I have to do something fast before she notices her robe isn't covering her anymore. "I-I won’t let you down mommy", I stammer as I bring out the milk. She rises and stands close behind me, towering over me. She reaches into the cabinet over my head as her warm soft tummy presses me gently against the countertop. I look up and can feel her big heavy breasts draped over my head as she hums a merry tune to herself and removes a bottle of Tito's. They're just as warm as I had imagined. I turn to have her smooth white belly pressed gently against my face. I can smell her perfume, and I hope she never pulls away from me. I just want to kiss her tummy as my hands touch her soft skin and wrap my arms around her. I don't know what to do after that, I just want to hold her skin in my mouth, nibbling on and nuzzling mom's beautiful body. Tragically, she backs up and closes the cabinet after removing the bottle of vodka, along with two whiskey glasses.

"Why don't you fix us both one of these, Jim?" mommy says playfully. My heart skips a beat. When Mommy and Daddy have a drink before bed, they always end up going into their room together and when they come out, they're always hugging and laughing and hanging all over one another. I can hear them from my room, and I know by now that drinking vodka or rum is mom's way to signal to dad that she needs to let some steam off and play with him in her special way. All I know is that there’s a lot of clapping and jumping on the bed and mom moans a lot but she never seems to be in pain before or after. They bump hard against the walls or door and maintain a rhythm and I don’t understand what’s happening. I think mommy is looking for studs in the walls for daddy to hang pictures or something, because they bang on the balls a bunch and when she finds one mommy screams “OH YEAH, STUD, RIGHT THERE!” over and over and then after she does that for a little while they stop. I want to help mommy find studs in the walls for all the DIY projects she and daddy do. I can't mess this up, I have to get this right for her. Gosh, what would daddy do?!

Mom shows me the right measurements to fix her drink, and she calls it a "White Russian". I thought that was really funny and it makes me laugh. She tussles my hair and giggles before taking a big gulp for herself. She swallows the creamy white concoction I made for her and smiles at me. "Attaboy Jim! that's delicious honey, you did so good!" She hands the glass to me and tells me to try a sip. "Go on sweetie, you'll like this" she coos at me encouragingly. I take a sip from her drink. It doesn't taste as sweet as I expected, but I want to make mommy happy so I try to drink as much as I can. I wipe the milk mustache off my upper lip and try to smile at her convincingly. Her robe is fully open now, revealing her round supple breasts and soft white belly contrasted by her beep black lacy panties. Her eyes shine and her bouncy dark curls glow in the sunlight coming in from the west side of the house. I take another sip from her drink. She's practically glowing. I take another sip. This is really yummy. Another sip. Now I stop trying not to stare at her as mommy seems happy to have my full attention. Suddenly I look down and realize I've already drunk half the glass all by myself.

Mamma sees my surprise and giggles. "You hold on to that one Jim, you did wonderfully but mamma's gonna make herself a stronger one." I cup my glass in my hands and gulp it heartily. Mama seems so laid back now, so carefree and at ease. I rarely even seen her this way with Daddy, except for the nights when she fixes them drinks. Then they go into their room together. I know what they're doing in there. I may be a kid but I'm not dumb, I figured it out. Mama always protects me from getting in trouble with Daddy, taking my spankings for me so I don't have to get disciplined. Mommy cares so much that even though I hear her holler and cry out in pain, she still takes my licks so I don't have to, even times when I didn't even know I was in trouble. Momma sometimes even gets a spanking when I’m in the room with her. We made Christmas cookies in December and when daddy got home he gave her a big smack on her butt and she yelped. Also when we were painting Easter eggs in April. And then most recently at the neighborhood BBQ my dad hosts every 4th of July. That time he spent extra time and kneaded her butt like dough. It was really funny. I didn’t even know I was in trouble then, but mamma made it ok. Whenever I do something bad and get sent to bed without supper, daddy gets stressed and says he doesn’t know what to do to make me behave. Mommy tells him to sit in his chair and fills a glass of water for me to take to my room before telling me not to leave my room until morning. As I lay in bed, I hear mama coughing periodically before getting I can make out the sounds of daddy giving her a spanking through their bedroom door, and I know she's looking out for me. If it weren’t for mama, I’m sure I would be the one getting spanked. But because of her, daddy hasn’t ever spanked me once, unlike my friends who told me they get whooped by their dad’s any time they get in trouble. Mama and I are tight like that.

I smile and turn now to see mamma completely out of her robe now, as she’s discarded it into a chair and she's tied her hair back with a ribbon. We're both feeling woozy right now and I'm reminded of the erection pressing out against my shorts. Looking at mommy bounce playfully around the kitchen putting things away just puts me in such a good mood. Her plump round butt cheeks jiggle and her skin is so soft and perfect, I love the way her black panties wrap around her cheeks and between her legs. Her big bright white breasts are perky, and she looks so happy as she hums a spirited tune.

"Jim baby!" She says, causing my heart to stop for a beat.

"Yes mamma? I'm here!" I rush over to her as I put the Oreos up and try to help by being a good son. I begin wiping the counters and doing my best to lighten her load cleaning. I look back at her, she’s skipping over to me now and the way her hips sway only makes my penis get bigger. My shorts are so tight. I think I'm going to need a minute to run to the bathroom here.

"Jim baby, what would you like to do with mommy now that you have her all to yourself?" She smiles happily and wiggles her hips, bouncing in place and bobbing her figure sensually. She takes a big swig of her drink and smiles. She’s naked of everything but her black lacy panties and her expensive jewelry that daddy bought her. She has a silver necklace with a teardrop diamond on it that keeps getting sandwiched between her big plump tits. I can’t hold back any longer, and I blurt out my feelings to her without even thinking.

"I want to sit in your lap and fall asleep on your chest, mommy." I blurt out eagerly. Suddenly I feel very silly and start cursing myself internally when mamma breaks the silence, saving me as usual.

She giggles and flashes me a big, beautiful smile. She looks extremely sensual with big hips and breast bunched up under her crossed arms. I look at her standing there and drink her in. It is a deeply joyful and sensuous experience to be here with her. I'm feeling very warm and a little dizzy. I feel like I need to sit down soon, so I hope she lets me sit on her lap.

She squats down to my level and touches my face with her soft hands. "You miss the days of me breastfeeding you, don't you? It’s been several years since then, hasn't it sweet boy?" She looks serious for a moment before continuing.

"It isn't fair that a boy should be ripped away from his best friend with no warning or anything. I used to be the only one in the world who could make you feel safe and loved, and then they pulled you away and made you drink from a bottle and sleep all alone in a cold bed without mamma." She looks so sad suddenly. She stands up and looks at me with a softened expression on her face that tells me she's thinking hard about something. Seeing her like this breaks my heart, so I rush in to comfort her.

"Don't be sad mommy, it doesn't have to be like that", I encouraged her. "I can cuddle with you whenever you want." I rush in to hug her, and she pulls me into a warm embrace, my face buried in her soft warm panties as a pleasant aroma fills my head. Instinctively I reach around to hug her my hands grabbing warm plush mounds of her soft bottom. She smelled so good. She ran her fingers through my hair and when I looked up, her soft beautiful face was beaming down at me, rosy features and soft, plump lips pursed in a gentle smile. "Well okay then Jim baby" mom whispered sweetly. She took me by the hand and carried me to Daddy's comfy chair and put her feet up on the ottoman and placed me on her lap, petting my head and telling me to suck on her nipples like I used to. I took big handfuls of her breasts and managed to just fit the areola and nipple into my mouth, filling my whole head with warmth. She has a faint taste not too dissimilar from almond cake. The room spins and I close my eyes as I licked and sucked on mommy's big, beautiful breasts. She rocked me gently and I almost forgot about my big erection until mommy gasped and giggled, she pulled my penis out and handled my balls gently as I sucked on her nipples.

"My goodness", she said chuckling. "You truly are your daddy's son. At this age you're already 6 inches, my, my, my. And thick, too! A big boy like you needs love and attention!" She kissed the top of my head while gently stroking my dick and telling me how pleased she was with me. All the bad things from the school day melted away. She bounced me gently and my erection was chiseled out of rock. It felt so good. Mamma cooed and doted on me as I sucked and slurped on her chest and slipped in and out of being totally awake. I was in a daze, I had never felt this good before.

Mommy moaned and whispered in my ear voice breaking and full of anticipation. "Mamma's big boy, yes he is" she said. "He takes after his daddy, so big and strong." She giggled and rubbed my head. A moment later I looked up at her again and saw she had closed her eyes tightly and was biting her lip. She was rocking her hips slightly. I realized I could hear some little squelching noises, so I looked down to see mama was doing something with her hand between her legs. I took her warm face in my hands and kissed her on the cheek and forehead. She gasped and leaned into my kisses. "Ooooooh, Mamma's good boy, yes he isssss" she hissed out through clenched teeth.

"Mamma, are you OK?" I asked, not knowing if I should do anything or just watch or go back to sucking her breasts. I tried to open her eyes gently with my hands but even then her pupils wouldn’t focus on anything and just rolled back further in her head. Mamma started almost dancing in place with her hips. Finally she looked at me but her eyes were still glazed over and distant. It was like she wasn't there. I hugged her face and told her I loved her again, I didn't know what else to do but I was very excited. She started using her free hand to massage my penis again. Mama was very good at doing that, I thought. It felt wonderful and I decided I liked watching her like this while she rubbed my dick. I pushed a stray lock of hair from her face. "Good, mamma", I told her and petted her head. I pulled the ribbon from her hair and a cascade of dark curls spilled out from behind her neck and she laid her head all the way back to stare at the ceiling, screaming out and moaning loudly. Mommy’s whole body shook under me and I kissed her all over. When she stopped shaking a minute later, I looked down to see she had made a mess on Daddy's chair. Eager to help, I told mamma I would clean it up for her and started to jump up to get a towel. Mamma laughed and pulled me back onto her lap.

"Don't worry baby bear, Daddy makes me do that on this chair all the time, it's leather so it'll clean up fine now or later. We have time." She reached down and gave my penis more special attention. After a moment she put me on the chair where she had been seated and kissed me and told me I was the best boy in the world and that I should look at the ceiling and close my eyes for her. A moment later, mamma started sucking the tip of my penis all the way down to the base, making lots of cute noises and little sounds I'd heard her make with daddy when they thought I was asleep. She reached down and started rubbing between her legs again.

"Put your hands on my head honey", she said to me before starting to bob her head up and down fast and deep. I dipped my fingers into her soft hair and got caught up in the moment as I started thrusting my hips to go deeper into mamma's warm mouth. It was like hot apple pie wrapping around my dick. It felt so good I couldn't believe it. Did daddy feel this way all the time? I started grabbing handfuls of her soft dark curls and quickly learned to pull on them in the direction I wanted mamma's head to go. I bit my lip hard and stared blankly into space while a grinned wide from ear to ear like a silly boy. After about 5 minutes I felt a funny feeling below my tummy and suddenly I just couldn't handle it anymore. I cried out for mommy, and she squeezed my hand while still sucking on my dick and forced me deeper than ever before. I heard her gag and choke, but she kept her head down and worked her mouth over me, increasing her pace. I looked down at her and she rolled her head back to look at me with half open eyes, her lips sliding back to the flared edges on the mushroom head of my penis. She kept sucking hard and I think I might’ve actually been drooling by then, when she had the audacity to wink at me and wrap a tight smile around my shaft. Her eyes had rolled back to look right at me and I felt myself erupt hard and blast something into her throat. I kept pulsating for almost a minute and pulled tightly on her hair, gritting my teeth and grunting loudly like a farm animal. Mama took my hand and squeezed it and I just kept pulsating. I saw stars and my whole body convulsed as I moaned out loudly and bucked my hips one last time before crumpling into the chair. Mamma swallowed hard twice before gasping and saying “Holy shii-take mushrooms Jim baby!”. Now that I had finally gone limp, I thought I was going to pass out. Right then, when my energy had been totally drained and depleted and I couldn’t have moved had I wanted to, I heard daddy's key in the lock. Mommy scooped me up and carried me to my bed quickly, where she tucked me in and kissed me on the head.

"Mamma's big strong man" she said and squeezed my hand before kissing it. She leaned in and kissed me on the mouth, which gave me another big erection, but it wasn't my turn anymore. She looked down at me warmly and then left my room, shutting the door behind her. I heard her walking down the hall to where daddy was putting on a mambo record. I curled up under some blankets and listened intently to them as best
I could. I heard daddy express surprise and excitement to see mamma greet him almost completely naked. I heard some moaning and then mamma told daddy she wanted to fix them a drink and she asked him what he wanted her to make for him. I couldn't hear what he said. Instead, one of them turned up the volume on the record and then I think I heard their bedroom door close.

That was only the beginning of the guidance and mentorship my mother would give me through my adolescence.
It was also the beginning of my lifelong love of White Russians. When I’m at a bar, I never miss an opportunity to order one. And then when I settle my tab and after finding a nice girl to take home with me, I think of mom and I smile.

To be continued in part 2.