Mom and Me Learning about Condoms

The next day of our vacation was a lot of fun. We went to the play that evening after dinner and it was so much like being on a date for me. My arm was around her or she held my hand at other times which made me feel very close to her. When Mom was in a good mood she had a great sense of humor. Even though there was a chill in the air that night, she still looked very attractive with her blonde hair done up nice, the spaghetti strap summer dress that hugged her full breasts and showed a little cleavage, the light sweater she had put on over it, and her long legs that she always tanned in the summer. Her feet looked good, too, in the strappy sandals and neatly painted pink toenails. Even back then, I had a thing for feet.

As we were going to a little restaurant so she could have a glass of wine, she asked me, "Am I as much fun as your girlfriend on a date?" I told her it was different but I thought she was a lot more fun. When I opened her car door, I got a nice look at her feet, up her legs, and almost to her panties when she got out. She looked awesome to an 18 year old's eyes. As she had her wine, we talked about the differences and I could tell it made her feel good which helped me open up about how Mom wasn't shy, Mom liked dirty jokes, and she was more free with her body in the way she dressed. Mom winked at me when I told her some things which felt good, too.

Back in the motel room, Mom asked me if I was too tired to stay up a little so she could give me the talk. I asked her what talk was that. "You were too young when your father left for him to give you the talk, the one about sex, and besides it's not really one talk. It should be a lot of conversations but we should start somewhere and now that you have some condoms I can show you how they are used. You've never used one right?" Mom started.

"I told you that my girlfriend and I haven't even gotten close to having sex. I haven't even touched her pussy yet," I reminded her.

Mom smiled, "And you said you have never cheated on her all through high school since you two met and I know you didn't have a girlfriend before her. Right. Oh, and that is an OK word to use with most women, pussy. There are words you can use, like that, or vagina, or vulva, or even slang like honey pot and kitty since they sound nice. But cunt and snatch and words like that are out, understand?" I nodded. She went on, "And for your penis, go with whatever the woman uses, like if she calls it your dick, or your cock or dong, you can say that. Don't be a macho man and say things like fuck stick or schlong because they are too crude and peepee and manhood are silly sounding. But since you pick shy girls, it's best to be nice about your words, right?" I nodded again. I was getting hard hearing this kind of language from her plus just taking about sex. That was always arousing, to talk about sex. "See, being a good man and having great sex with your girlfriend is more than just about fucking like in the movies. You have to treat her right," Mom shared.

"You always have told me to be a gentleman and I try."

"Yes you do," she smiled, "like always opening car doors like tonight. Plus, you get a benefit of getting to see sexy legs, right?" Darn, she caught me staring. "But tonight I think I need to make sure you know how to be safe. See, that juice you squirt is full of sperm and it can ruin your life. I never told you but your father and I conceived you before you were married. We had sex when we were both drinking and I let him finish inside me even when I know better and there was no condom and back then I wasn't on the pill or anything. See, sometimes you and your girlfriend might be in the heat of passion and even though you should pull out one or both of you might not want to then." I must have had a surprised look on my face because she continued, "That's right, I wanted to keep him in me, wrapped my legs around him and held him inside because it felt so good right then. A month later when I was pregnant I knew I had fucked up."

"I'm sorry that getting pregnant with me messed up your life, Mom," I said. Her face changed and she looked sad and her eyes glistened. She stood up and came over to me where I was sitting on the edge of the bed. I stood and she hugged me really close.

"You were and are the best part of my life. You didn't mess anything up, I messed up in my choice but not you as the result. I just want you to be smarter and enjoy sex without having forced choices," she said rubbing my back. Feeling her close, warm, soft against me made my already stiff penis grow to full size. As she continued to hold me she whispered, "You're the best, the very best, I love you so much." She moved her hips against me, "And it is good you are erect so that we can learn to use the condom right." What in the world, I thought, is she planning. My heartbeat raced.

"So where are your new condoms?" Mom asked. I got them and brought them over to where she sat down at the table. "Sit here with me in the other chair so we can do this together. Now, you have to start by opening the package," she instructed.

"Duh, isn't that obvious?" I said, being a smart ass.

She took the strip of three condoms out of the box, "Yes it is obvious you've never used one because you actually have to be careful here. If you use your teeth you can tear the rubber and it won't keep in your juice. Understand, smarty?" she retorted. I said sorry and yes. "Ok, you best take off your clothes now. We'll be opening it and then I'll demonstrate some things and coach you on it."

I stripped off so fast I almost fell over with one sock stuck on my foot. She giggled a little. I turned around and she looked at my penis. "You have such a nice erection, that is beautiful but see that, that is dangerous." I asked her if she meant my penis was dangerous. "Nope, it is a pure pleasure machine for you and your lover but that," she said as she pointed with her finger tip right at the tip where a leak of precome was oozing out. She almost touched it and I shook with anticipation. "That leaky juice could make a girl pregnant so never play just the tip or sit on me for a second where you don't have on a condom. It's just to risky."

She took one of the condoms from the strip and handed it to me and then took one for herself. "Ok, we'll open it and try one on. Now, take it so that the side with the edges is turned and that's where you gently tear it." I watched her, and I have to admit inside I thought it was stupid because I knew how to open sugar packs and stuff, then I tried it and my condom fell out on the carpet because I tore it to quickly. She giggled again. "See, Mr. Smarty, it's not that easy. Now you would be putting your dick in your girlfriend with all sorts of gunk stuck to your rubber."

"I could rinse it off," I offered. She explained that I couldn't rinse these off and still have the same pleasure because the were lubricated. I picked it up and didn't see or feel any "gunk" on it, but I did feel the lubrication.

"Ok now you have to turn it the right direction to put it on. Try it," she directed. So, I tried and it wouldn't roll down. "See, once again there is something to learn. Turn it over. There you go, its easy if it is turned the right direction." I rolled the condom down the shaft and it was fully covering my stiff penis. "How does it feel?" mom asked. I told her it felt very tight. "Hmmm, you are big so maybe it is tight. Are you loosing feeling in your glans?"

I told her that I was kind of less sensitive but not bad. "Ok, that is good, but you made a beginner's mistake," Mom said. I asked her what in the world I could have done wrong because the whole thing was covered. In fact the tip was getting to be full of precome. "There's your mistake. Come here," she said. She reached out and held my condom-covered penis in one hand. She tapped the tip with her thumb. "Look, it's too tight here. You put it on too snugly and there's no room for your juice and you have a lot of juice. It might blow up the condom. Hydraulic force has a lot of power."

Feeling her hand on me was so nice, even though it was not skin to skin, and her thumb tapping on my penis tip made me shiver. Mom looked up in my eyes and kept doing it, smiled at me, and then said, "I think you should let me take this one off and show you how with my condom, ok?" I nodded. She stripped off the condom gently and my penis sprang upward when she let it go. Mom picked her condom up off the package where she had neatly laid it on the table, and turned it both sides then unrolled a little by pinching the tip. She held that part between her fingers and then placed it against my penis head. Her other hand rolled it down slowly, bit by bit, until I was all covered again. She let go with her fingers at the tip, "Now there is room for all your sperm to come out without blowing up the condom." Her mouth was parted, like she was really interested in something, and her neck and chest were flushed. Even a novice like me could tell she was getting turned on. Her other hand was still holding me and started to jerk me just a little. "And the lubrication will help you feel more inside and help you get inside her pussy," Mom breathlessly said. Then she came back to reality and pulled her hand away.

"Ok, I guess you need to try it now. Go ahead," Mom directed. I asked her how to try it and she said since there wasn't a vagina for me right then that I should use my hand. I started rubbing my hand up and down but of course the condom dried out pretty fast. Mom then told me to get the KY, "That's safe for condoms and some others are too but never use oils because the condom will dissolve. Put a lot on so it feels good. That's it."

I started masturbating myself with the KY and the squishy sounds permeated the quiet room as my mother sat and watched me from about 2 feet away. I couldn't feel as much as usual so even though I was horny as heck and really wanting to orgasm it took a bit of time. "That's good, never rush, make pleasure last especially when you are not alone," Mom commented softly. I noticed she had her legs crossed and was squirming in her chair. "Son, do you mind if I touch myself too? I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked that. Sorry."

I told mom that it was fine and I might need something like that to encourage me because the condom was so tight I couldn't feel very much. Mom leaned back in the chair and scooted her hips forward. I was hoping she would get naked but no such luck. She parted her thighs and stuck her hand under her panties. I could see the blue lace was wet with her own juices and hear her squishy sounds as her fingers played. The erotic nature of watching my mother masturbate up close like this, me naked, her clothed, me masturbating at her request, made me breathe hard and start to orgasm. "Oh god Mom I'm going to come," I cried out. I started to pump my come into the condom and she watched intently. Her hand sped up in her panties and her legs got stiff and closed together as she, too, cried out. When she pulled her hand out of her panties, it was wet with creamy white juices. So sexy. She motioned me over closer, took hold of my penis and showed me how to remove the come filled rubber and tie it off. I almost creamed myself again because the hand holding me had been touching her wet pussy moments before. Mom stood up and hugged me again, so close my wet penis was pressed to her thigh. She leaned her head back and looked me in the eyes, then leaned in and kissed me, full on the lips, then her lips parted and we really kissed for almost a minute.

"I hope you learned something good," she said. "Let's go to bed now." We both got ready and crawled into the small motel bed without any clothes, got into the spoon position, and fell asleep happy with my arm wrapped around her.