Sex Education Chapter 8

Chapter 8

Tony looked at his mother and shook his head. A vision of her sitting on the arm of the couch with him on his knees in front of her flashed across his mind. "A nap as on the couch or in bed?"

Natasha took a deep shivery breath and let it out slowly. "If you use your tongue anywhere near as good as your dad, I'd be dead to the world on the couch."

"Uh, I have no idea of what to do so...." He let the sentence trail off.

His mother grinned and pushed him over backwards. "Hey!" he yelled and then laughed as he ended up with his head and shoulders on the seat cushion and his feet up in the air.

"Now, imagine me in that position with my feet on either side of my ass," his mother whispered.

Tony groaned and rolled over to stand up. He took a deep breath and whispered, "Show me."

Natasha moaned deeply and turned around to back up to the couch arm. She leaned back to place her hands on the seat cushion. She brought her feet up and placed them on either side of her ass. "Once I open my knees, you're on your own and I'm dead," she whispered with a grin.

Tony moved over in front of his mother and placed a hand on each of her knees. "But I don't know what to do," he said for the second time.

Natasha laughed as she lowered her shoulders and head to the seat. "The same thing you did before but lower and stay away from my clit for a start. Explore. There is a lot to explore. Use you imagination," she said as her knees slowly opened.

Tony only thought he had seen his mother's sex before but now it was on full display in all its glory. He shivered as he went to his knees. Her bright pink slit stood out to his eyes. Her inner lips were wet looking and larger than he remembered from earlier.

His eyes moved lower to the bright pink of her very wet opening. He could see the opening pulsing to a rhythm of its own. It would clench up and then relax. The same movement of her asshole caught his attention. The two seemed to be in sync.

He placed his hands on her inner thighs and ran them up and down. They felt slippery close to her sex. He leaned down and licked the crease between her thigh and sex. His mother's hips jerked. He licked the other crease with the same reaction. His mouth moved toward her clit but stopped short.

Lowering his head, he used the tip of his tongue to place small fluttering lick along the bottom of her slit. It felt glassy smooth and very slippery. He kept going down until the tip of his tongue dipped into her opening. He held it still. He could feel the opening moving, almost grabbing the tip of his tongue. He went a little deeper.

His mother had been quiet except for a few small soft gasping sounds. She groaned as his tongue went a little deeper. If a little deeper caused her to groan. What would deeper yet do, he wondered. He wiggled his tongue around as he stiffened it and lowered his head. His mother grabbed his head but she wasn't pushing it away. She was pulling for all she was worth.

Tony didn't really have a clue but he was learning fast by listening to the sounds his mother made. Sucking while he swirled his tongue around and ran it in and out made his mother yell and rock her hips up and down.

His hands found her lower thighs and he rolled her up even more as his tongue seemed to go even deeper. The yell went up several octaves as he rammed his tongue in and out of her sweet and spicy sex. Suddenly she went silent and limp all at the same time.

Tony stood up quickly and looked at his mother's face. She was breathing hard and fast but her eyes were shut. He stepped forward and leaned over to check the pulse in her neck. His hard dick pressed against her hot wet opening.

He jumped back and groaned. "So easy. It would be so easy," he whispered as he watched the pulsing opening to his mother's sex and asshole. Moving forward, he rubbed the head of his dick against her opening. It was so slippery and hot.

Jumping back again, he shivered and shook his head. "No, no, no," he whispered as he moved his mother's legs forward and placed her feet on the arm of the couch. When he let go of them, they fell over to rest against the back of the couch.

"Blanket," he said aloud as he looked around. There was a large shawl on the chair in the corner. He went to get it and covered his mother up.

He wondered what he should do now. Should he go or should he stay. His mother had said something about the rest of the weekend but.... He had learned a lot about eating pussy but he figured he had a lot more to learn. Blowjobs jumped to his mind and he groaned softly.

Picking the towel up off the floor, he moved over to the recliner across the room. He spread the towel out and sat down. He was watching his mom. He had a big grin on his face he realized. He also realized, he had his left hand wrapped around his dick. He groaned as he moved his hands up and laced his fingers behind his head.