Mom and Me After My Date

"I'm glad you're home on time since we need to get up early in the morning and drive to your grandmother's. It's a long drive and I don't want to get there late," Mom greeted me as I came in the door promptly at 10:15. I had sorry look on my face and I was walking funny. "Of course I'm home on time. I am always home on time because Elaine's father has a 10 o'clock curfew for her and we can't stay out any later," I complained. "Sounds like someone is in a foul mood. What happened?" Mom asked. She got up off the sofa and came over to hug me and, as she walked over, I couldn't help but notice how good she looked in the long silky nightgown. She pressed into me and held me for a minute. "Now I have some idea what has you agitated." She must have felt the still mostly erect penis in my loose dress pants. "What happened?" she repeated when I didn't answer right away because I was savoring contact with her. It had been weeks since she and I had spent time with her teaching me and us both enjoying intimate time. I sighed, "Well, tonight was special and kind of an anniversary for us so I took Elaine out to eat and then we went to the drive in to see that kid's movie. Her dad always checks the tickets to see what we went to, you know." Elaine's dad believed in trust but verify. "And the whole time there, Elaine was all over me kissing me and the windows got all fogged up even with the heat on." Mom released the hug. "And something else got all fogged up, too," she mused, looking down at my pants. "I see a wet spot on the fabric now. So what happened? Give me the sticky details." Mom led me over to the couch and I plopped down. She pulled up her nightgown so she could sit cross-legged and face me, not really revealing anything at all except for leg, but it was sexy as hell to me right then. "Well, tonight she wanted to kiss every second and while we did, I was enjoying it and so was she, and even more so her hands were roaming and like at first she was touching my nipples through my shirt. With her sheltered upbringing, how does she even know to play with nipples anyway but then she unbuttoned part of my shirt and stuck her hand inside and was pinching them and playing right with them," I rambled. Mom put her hand on my chest, "Slow down, don't rush, no hurry. You sound like a man trying to get away from something scary." I took a deep breath and looked at moms hand, right on top of one of my nipples. "Sorry," I said. "She had her hand on my chest just like that. Then she put her hand inside my shirt." "Show me how," Mom directed. I unbuttoned my shirt down to the navel and pulled back the side opposite where her hand was. I showed my mother how Elaine had run her finger around my nipple, how she had pinched it, and how she had rubbed it. My mother mimicked each movement through my shirt on the other side. "And how did that make you feel?" Mom asked. "Duh. It made me get horny. Or I should say hornier because kissing does that anyway." "Duh? Don't be rude," she corrected. "Tell me the rest." I continued and told mom how my girlfriend and I had left the drive in when the first feature was over and had gone to a new neighborhood that was under construction on the edge of town and parked. I told her we started kissing even more deeply and my girlfriend had started rubbing my crotch. "Really? I know she has done that a little before," Mom inquired, "so did she make you ejaculate?" "No, she didn't, and that is why my balls are hurting," I explained pitifully. "And she went further than ever before even." "Ok, so what did she do?" "She opened my pants and rubbed me through my underwear. She even like focused on sensitive places instead of like other times where she was just rubbing the shaft or like randomly rubbing," I told her. Mom's answer was to ask me to show her how it happened. So, I first showed her how Elaine had rubbed me through my pants. Mom just nodded and watched, made kind of a hmmm or mmm sound at each step. I showed her how my pants were opened and that Elaine had gripped my penis with her fingers and rubbed the underside of the head with her thumb, and then after that was driving me crazy she had run her fingertips up and down lightly, then had cupped the swollen head and gently and rhythmically squeezed it. "No wonder you are all pent up," Mom sympathized. :She must be reading magazines or women's books or talking with a friend so she can learn how to make you happy. She's a good girl for doing that, but I can see you are in blue agony." Mom put her hand over mine where I was still touching myself through my thin bikini briefs. "What do you wish she had done?" I started to speak but Mom shushed me. So, taking the hint, I instead moved my hand and took her hand in it. I used my other hand to pull down my shorts and hooked them under my tight ball sac. Holding her hand inside of mine, I started to rub it up and down. Mom's hand stayed relaxed, as though she didn't know what to do. I lifted her hand to my mouth and licked the palm with a lot of saliva and then put it back on my aching penis. I stroked myself using her hand as my toy, up and down, slowly, savoring the feeling. "Hey mister, I thought you and Elaine had a 10 o'clock curfew. If you go that slow, her dad will be angry when you're late," Mom said, snapping me out of my languorous pleasuring. So, I sped her hand up and gripped more firmly. Now, Mom's hand contributed to the effort and in a short time I lifted my hips a little and shot my come all over myself and her hand. I dropped my hand and Mom gently milked the last of it out of my softening, sensitive penis. "So three things to remember. One, teach the poor girl. You did great right then and you could teach her," she said. I tried to interrupt with a, "but Elaine might," and she stopped me. "I'm giving you ideas. Just be quiet and listen. She might or she might not. So, number two. If she wont let you then maybe you should finish yourself right then and there with her and let her watch and learn that way. It's sexy to see a man play with his dick and yours is especially nice and it's quite a show when you orgasm. Three, you better think ahead if you are going to do this with Elaine because your shirt, the front of your pants, even in your hair, you have sperm all over. You need a plan so her dad doesn't get pissed seeing the stains all over." Mom stood up and headed for her bedroom. Uncharacteristically, the door shut behind her. I heard the vibrator come on very quickly. I also realized that she had not stopped to wash my semen off her hand.