You'd have to be pretty simple minded to be a divorced woman and have your 18 year old son share your bed. Even if you live in a small house, a cottage. Predictably you're going to take a trip to sperm city. If you don't wake up covered with cum, it will only be a matter of time. What happened to Pam is a common occurrence in the life of a single mom.
Pam Mitchell was asleep. It was warm under the sheet, too warm, because she was sharing her bed with Robbie. Ever since the divorce, and their subsequent move to a smaller place, Pam had allowed her son to sleep with her. Her bed had felt so big and lonely and, although she didn't miss Hank, she did miss the warmth and companionship he had once provided. So, rather than make her son sleep on an army surplus cot or the couch, she insisted he share her king size bed.
Pam shifted again and mumbled in her sleep, subconsciously disturbed by the rhythmic vibrations shaking the mattress. She slept on, unaware that Robbie was lying on his back, the sheet tented over his crotch, and his fist sliding the loose foreskin of his fat cock up and down.
The kid hadn't been able to control himself. He was old enough to show some restraint, especially lying next to his mother. He was 18 years old, planning to go into the Marines in a few months.
When he woke up, he'd been curled up against her, his stiff prick trapped between the warm, soft crack of her big ass. He was almost afraid to move; she might wake up and discover the hard-on poised threatening about an inch from her pucker.
Robbie was staring at Pam's face as he jerked off, thinking how lucky he was to have the most beautiful mother in the world; one with gloriously big boobies. He knew his mother's tits were slightly pendulous, but they were firm. One of his favorite pastimes was watching her work around the house; every time she moved, those tits were nodding up and down or wobbling from side to side.
Pam slept on, her flaming red hair spread like a shiny halo across the white pillow. Her big tits, slightly flattened and falling to the sides, were quivering with her every breath.
"Mom?" he whispered. "You asleep?"
Robbie was a husky, healthy guy, and he possessed an over-active libido. When his mother didn't answer, his heart pounded faster. A terribly exciting idea had been forming in his mind for weeks, but he didn't have the nerve to pull it off.
Christ! She looked so pretty sleeping next to him, and so sexy. His mouth was suddenly dry. He couldn't help wondering how it would feel to have her fingers wrapped around his cock. Wouldn't they be soft and hot?
Trembling with trepidation, Robbie pulled the sheet over his body and turned so his cock pointed at Pam's hip. Then he gently, carefully, took her hand and placed it on his sweaty, sticky affair. Her palm felt damp and warm, and he watched her relaxed face as he forced her fingers to curl around his eager cock.
Perhaps it was instinctive, but Pam's hand tightened, holding the prick as securely as the handle of a hammer. Robbie shivered and groaned, but not with pain. His head dropped to the pillow and he stared at the ceiling as his cock pulsed happily inside his mother's fist.
Pam was nearly awake and beginning to wonder in a vague sort of way what it was she was holding. For some reason she felt confused. And what she was holding was hot and damp, alive under her clasping fingers.
"Ohmygod!" Her eyes flew open with horrified shock as she gasped and pulled her hand away from her son's cock. But she was too late.
"Huhhh, uhhhh, ahhh," Robbie groaned. He'd been unable to stop his eruption, and he felt his face burn as he shot off. Fooling no one, he kept his eyes closed and pretended to be sleeping; he prayed that his mother would be clueless.
Pam groaned and her face flamed with shame as Robbie's jerking cock shot globs of thick, sticky cum onto her wrist and forearm. Embarrassed, the heat of her shame flowed all the way from her cheeks to her heavy tits. Oh, God! she moaned silently. What have I done? Robbie was still sleeping, thank God, and her heart went out to him at the sweet, innocent smile on his face.
Pam let her breath out slowly and tried not to feel bad. After all, she wasn't responsible for what happened in her sleep, was she? But what caused her to seek out her son's cock? Had she been dreaming of being fucked by her husband, and automatically reached for Hank's cock? God, she felt positively sick. Sick, because she was so fucking horny and the thought of that big, stiff prick throbbing and wilting uselessly next to her was driving her crazy! How could she? Her own son!
Her arm was dripping with the proof of Robbie's virility, and Pam wouldn't have minded had it been anyone other than her son. She'd always enjoyed watching a man's cum shooting out and splattering on her belly or hands. It was awfully hot and messy and gooey, but excitingly wicked. And she'd been on a few dates when she had to appease half-drunk guys by jerking them off.
Pam's large cunt, covered with thick red curls, was already wet with scented pussy juice, and she wanted desperately to finger-fuck herself. She was very horny, after being dosed with Robbie's love juice, but didn't think it was right to frig herself, with Robbie lying next to her. When she climaxed she sounded like a female hog being inseminated.
She thought of how large her boy's cock had felt. Even larger than Hank's. Her wrist and arm was still covered with his spunk. She lifted the sheet and pulled her arm back, peering at the heavy coating of sticky cum. Her eyes sparkled as the spunky odor hit her nostrils and reminded her even more of fucking. It had been so long! God, she hadn't even seen a man's cock in years.
Just one quick look won't hurt, she told herself, unable to resist taking a peek at his cock beneath the sheets. Robbie, desperately trying to remain still, knew what was going on when he felt the sheet being lifted, but he was afraid to open his eyes. He felt cool air flowing over his uncircumcised cock and knew the sheet was high enough to expose all eight inches of it.
His mother was looking at his penis! Robbie felt his balls tighten and hoped she wouldn't notice. But then his cock began to stir, hardening again, aware that his mother was staring at it.
"Ohhhh ..." Pam sighed.
Her eyes widened with shocked surprise. Robbie's long, thick tool was throbbing luridly from the opening in his pajamas, its knob swelling, shiny and purplish with engorged blood. She could even see his wide piss-slit still dripping cum. She licked her lips.
At thirty five Pam wasn't ready to forget all about sex! Not by one hell of a long shot! As a pole dancer, she'd been proud of her body, and the years hadn't changed it that much. Her heavy white tits were still firm, her waist still slim, and her hips and upper thighs just plump enough to tempt a saint. And her round ass was still full and fleshy.
But now, knowing what a stud her son was becoming, Pam's enforced celibacy was becoming more of a burden than she could bear. Just looking at his cock was enough to melt her cunt and make her over-active horny mind spin with lust.
Watching Robbie's face, Pam slid her hand across the gentle curve of her belly and cupped the wide, plump padding of her hairy cunt.
"Uhhhhhhhhhhhh," she moaned low in her throat as she squeezed the hot, damp mound and her fat, tingling clit popped out from under its fleshy hood. Closing her eyes briefly, she imagined that it was Robbie's curious fingers probing her fat, slick cunt lips, and for once the thought brought no disgust or shame. She was far too horny for that.
Gently grinding the heel of her palm against her clit, she fought the urge to thrash and cry out. It wasn't easy concentrating on coming quickly while muffling her groans of pleasure and opening her eyes every few minutes to check on her son.
Pam's hips were undulating slowly as she spread her long, shapely legs and eased two slender fingers between the thick, slippery folds of her cunt flaps. Robbie heard her breathing and felt the bed vibrate, accompanied by a liquid, sloshing sound. He was old enough to join the Marines, and he wasn't stupid. A shaking bed, moans, and a sloshing sound meant his mother was masturbating. It must have been the sight of his bare cock that had turned her on.
He wished he had the nerve to peek, for his mother was beautiful. His favorite past time was watching her enormous tits swinging and bouncing while she worked. He'd never seen another woman with such round, heavy tits, and even though they sagged a bit, they still absorbed his attention.
Pam groaned again and humped the plump, firm cheeks of her soft ass against the bed as she moved her fingers around in her swollen pussy. Suddenly, Robbie's nose itched. He tried to control his facial muscles, but finally gave up and sneezed. Pam panicked and yanked her fingers from her swollen cunt and drew the sheet up to her neck, pretending to be asleep. She knew her face was hot with embarrassment.
Robbie knew what his mother's cunt smelled like. The entire room smelled like cunt. It was vaguely familiar, and he suddenly realized that he'd been smelling her pussy for years, either in bed or in the bathroom, although the odor had never been this strong before.
He thought about all that musky odor trapped under the sheet and his cock lurched again. Jeez, cunt sure smells good! It has a unique smell. He wondered what she looked like down there.
After breakfast, during which he tried peeking down the front of his mother's robe, he went onto his computer to check his email. All he'd got was a glimpse of some cleavage, and some milky, quivering flesh inside her top. But it was better than nothing.
Pam had seen her son checking out her tits and was inwardly thrilled by his boldness. She was used to having men mentally strip her and was usually indifferent to it. But Robbie's attention was from family, and it had really turned her on. She showered and fingered herself to a wonderful orgasm while visualizing his fat cock.
Afterwards, she still felt nervous and unsatisfied. Masturbation was more than a habit, it was an obsession. She wondered if there was something wrong with her physically. Her clit was quite large, she knew, but would that do it? A big clit would not contribute to her need for more masturbation.
After some thought, being a bit hard on herself, she decided it would be easier if she picked a doctor she didn't know, one downtown, away from her neighborhood. After making the decision, she felt better, as if the worst were already over. She did a Google search and dialed one doctor after another until she found one, a female, who had an open appointment that afternoon.
Dr. Fakhri was a family practice doctor, an internist, with a gynecology specialty. She was from Iran. (Pam called her fondly Dr. Fuck). A slim, imposing woman, she had thick black hair, and looked butch. She'd been out of USC medical school six years, and always maintained a very professional attitude with her patients. Usually men tried to ask her out, but she told them it was unprofessional. Her preference was female patients. Most women just wanted someone to listen to them. That in itself was better than prescribing medication.
After the usual preliminaries, taking medical history, checking her weight, and blood pressure, she asked Pam about her reasons for the visit.
"I feel I'm a compulsive masturbator." Pam blurted out.
"Really? Compulsive?"
"Yes, I always need to get myself off. I could do it all day long ..."
"I guess you don't have a job."
"I'm self employed. I'm a care giver ..." she added. "Sometimes."
"Do you have insurance?"
"I'll pay for it myself."
"OK, why don't you get undressed, and we'll check you over. Here's a gown."
Doctor Fakhri watched as the beautiful redhead slipped out of her dress and unhooked her bra. Her huge, pale tits tumbled out and wobbled before her. Then they swung and shook as she bent and pushed down her panties.
"You're a very beautiful woman, Mrs. Mitchell," she said. "I must admit, few of my patients look better undressed than clothed."
"Thank you," Pam said, blushing and climbing onto the table. She fixed her legs into the stirrups and Pam felt her cunt being stretched apart. Her knees were wide, and she felt completely helpless and vulnerable.
"Just relax," Dr. Fakhri said, pressing her thumbs to either side of the soft, swollen lips of her very meaty cunt. She was massaging the sensitive flesh, pinching her labia as if feeling for lumps. Pam realized she wasn't wearing gloves! She felt a fingertip probe the soft flesh around her fat clit and jumped.
"You're extremely sensitive," Dr. Fakhri stated. "Probably multi-orgasmic."
"Really?" Pam was surprised. "Are you sure?"
The doctor laughed. "Only you can tell me that, Mrs. Mitchell."
"I ... I've never ... Isn't there some way you can tell?"
"Only by manipulating your clitoris," she answered. "And, although I must admit I would be willing to help you, you must understand that such stimulation isn't ethical."
Pam closed her eyes. She was not only curious, but extremely horny. Her heavy tits sagged, pulling sensuously on her chest, and she gathered them up and held them centered, quivering, on top of her torso. She saw Dr.Fakhri gawking at them and made up her mind.
"Go ahead, Doctor. I'd really like to know if I can keep coming or not. I won't tell."
"I'd rather have my nurse manipulate your clit ... for professional reasons ..."
"No, please. I'd prefer you do it. I'll feel more relaxed with you ..."
Doctor Fakhri peeled apart the folds surrounding her clit and touched the hard lump with a fingertip. She bent her head, focusing, as the first finger of her other hand slipped into Pam's widening labial aperture.
There was a river of pussy juice dribbling down over the cheeks of her ass, as the internist twisted her finger salaciously around in Pam's hot, sopping pussy. Her thick clit visibly quivered as Doctor Fakhri rolled the ball of her finger around its base. She was deeply absorbed in Pam's convulsing love niche.
Pam groaned and hunched, and her ass pucker clenched, shiny now with her juice. She felt something touch it, return and circle the ring of muscle tantalizingly.
"Wha-what are you doing?" she whimpered.
"Many women go through life unaware that the anus and genital areas share muscles in common," the doctor informed her, continuing to torment Pam's sensitive butt hole. "Didn't you notice that when I touched your clit, your anus contracted?"
"Unh, no, not really," Pam said, feeling embarrassed to be discussing that part of her body so dispassionately.
"Pay attention, now," she said, and fingered her clit again. "There, did you feel it that time?"
"Y-yes," Pam stammered, gasping from the sensations.
"The anus is extremely significant in both foreplay and after play," the internist murmured, her breathing shallow, "but many men, unfortunately, don't realize this or, if they do, are afraid to initiate such action themselves. And the women are either ignorant or embarrassed, and they don't ask. So the anal area is completely ignored."
"M-mine seems sensitive," Pam murmured as the doctor circled it again.
"No more than usual," she said. "It's just the newness of the sensations. However, your anus is particularly appealing to the male because of its lack of hair and the way it smoothly protrudes. In other words, it's accessible, not hidden away."
"I-I'm ready to come, Doctor!" Pam gasped, twisting her full hips.
"Yes, I know," she said, smiling for the first time. "I'll continue to finger you during your orgasm." Pam was impressed by the woman's concern.
Pam groaned and her face contorted as a raging fire of sexual passion surged through her loins. Her ass humped the table, she felt her anus rhythmically opening and closing, as well as the perineum contracting. Goose bumps appeared all over her quivering tits.
Wave after wave of pure, delicious pleasure washed across her body, and Pam heard a volley of filthy smut, cringing for a moment before she realized they were her own words!
"Ohhh, fuck me!! Suck my clit, you fucking cunt!! Jam your fingers up my ass!! Give it to me! Aghhh, jeeez, don't stop! It's good, it's so good!!"
The internist continued to roll her clit and slide a couple of fingers in and out of Pam's convulsively juicing cunt. Her tits wobbled crazily, her hands squeezing around the stiffened nipples. Fakhri was tempted to suck one into her mouth, but resisted the impulse and attempted to keep count of her orgasms.
Ten minutes later, her wrists and forearms tired, the doctor decided to give it a rest. This woman could climax forever! Pam shook and groaned through a few more, mini-orgasms, more like after-shocks, then collapsed on the table. Her arms hung, her fingertips scraped the floor, and her body glistened with sweat. Her inner thighs were streaked with cunt juice, whereas a big puddle was on the floor beneath the table . She was too weak to talk, let alone move, and didn't even bother to open her eyes when she heard the doctor mopping up the mess she had made.
"I'm going to wipe you down now, Mrs. Mitchell," she heard her say distantly, and then she jumped again as she felt something cool and dry wiping her gooey vagina. She opened her eyes, surprised to find herself about to come again. The doctor had long, slim fingers.
"My God!" she croaked. "It was never like that with my husband! Sometimes he didn't even bring me to orgasm!"
"Obviously inconsiderate and undereducated," Fakhri remarked, openly leering Pam's body; her eyes kept returning to her heavy, quivering tits.
Going back to her desk, she pulled out a purple 10"thick vibrating dildo. Twisting it on, the humming sound revived Pam over again.
"Just shove it into me!" she gasped, knowing she'd come just from the insertion touch of this monstrous toy.
Pam thrashed, the dildo being thrusted forward, forcing her cunt walls far apart, grinding deeper with every thrust. Writhing in mingled joy and agony she arched her hips on the table. The dildo lurched with a life of its own in her elastic cunt. Fakhri was perspiring, worked the dildo into Pam's vulva with an increasing fervor. Pam groaned, stretched her hips, and spasmed. And she kept spasming as Dr. Fuck plunged the dildo back and forth in her tight pussy.
Leaning over her patient's body, grabbing her left boob, she sucked the thick, hard nipple into her mouth. Her tongue flicked it around, and she made grunting sounds in her throat as she sucked. Pam, too, was whining and groaning. She then squirted a spray of piss, which hit the internist in her chest.
Pam smiled wryly. "Seems like I'm always making you clean up," she said, fingering herself around her cunt hole. Doctor Fuck mumbled something about needing to wear a raincoat (actually she said 'protective clothing') as she washed her hands.
"You're very lucky, Pam. The body has many erogenous zones, and you still have a few that are untapped. Come in next week, and we'll do a follow up. Maybe you can bring your son with you ..."
Chapter 2
Pam drove home, mulling over the day's events. She wasn't worried about masturbating, but she still wasn't happy about what she'd done to Robbie this morning. She could well remember the heat of his spunk landing on her arm.
"Jeez," she said to herself. "What if it happens again?"
And she realized it was time to tell him the facts of life, too. The way he kept looking at her tits flattered her, she admitted, but it also frightened her. And Dr. Fuck's advice in that area hadn't helped settle her mind. In fact, it had made matters worse, for now her thoughts kept straying to Dr. Fakhri, believing that incest wasn't always wrong. It was much better than smoking.Being fully aware her son was fixated on her every move, she took the initiative and decided to fish or cut bait. She was getting dressed while he sat in her bedroom. Mothers typically ask for help with a bra strap, or need a second opinion about their body - is her ass too big, boobs too heavy, garter belt too sexy. Pussy hair needs to be trimmed? Isn't that what sons are for?
When Pam bent and skinned her panties down, her huge tits hung and swung, but her son's eyes were on the deep, dark crack of her full, fleshy bottom. His fingers curled, itching to grab those firm semi-globes. Trying not to be obvious, he nearly went wild when she turned toward the bed and he finally saw the thick forest of her dark, pussy hair.
She puttered around for a few minutes, anxious from anticipation as she picked up Robbie's clothes, as well as checking out various night wear before settling on a short, sheer chemise. Robbie had never seen it before.
He nearly groaned aloud as she dropped the chemise and bent to pick it up. She was standing no more than three feet from the bed, and when she bent, her cheeks split wide with her pussy clearly visible, dark and thickly haired. Even though she had just showered, her vulva's distinctive scent tickled his nostrils. He could hardly wait for her to crawl under the covers with him.
Pam put the chemise on, but even though she made a half hearted attempt to cover herself, she knew the hem barely covered the cheeks of her ass. She knew the bottom of her bushy crotch was completely visible. When she approached the bed, Robbie thought she was going to get in, but instead she stood over him. He saw she was staring at the pole tenting the sheet.
She slipped under the sheets next to him, and he felt her bare hip against his side. Her chemise had pulled up around her waist as she slid in. Robbie planned to wait until she fell asleep, not knowing that she was wise about what he planned to do. He kept still and waited an eternity for his mother to fall asleep.
Pam faked breathing deeply and regularly while she waited for her son to make the first move. She was sure after the show she'd put on, he wouldn't be able to hold off much longer.
Robbie slowly sat up in bed and looked down at her. He shook her shoulder gently. Finding that she didn't move, he pulled the sheet away from her body. He stared at her big white breasts. Through the sheer chemise he could see her big dark nipples, and his mouth was dry. He tentatively reached out.
It was all Pam could do to keep from grabbing her son when she felt his fingers lightly stroking the exposed swells of her heavy tits. Her nipples reacted, stiffening, as her son grew bolder and moved his hand into her warm cleavage.
"Ohhh, jeez!" Robbie hissed through clenched teeth as he saw his mother's huge breasts shift and wobble. He withdrew his trembling hand and slowly tugged the neckline of her nightie aside. Her stiff nipple popped out. What were his thoughts? Her extended nipple was swelling more; he was fascinated by its reaction. His dick was dripping precum, against his mother' bare hip.
Pam visualized Robbie's beautiful, fat cock, and she wanted to grab it. But she controlled herself, realizing things would work out better if she let the boy set his own pace. She felt him touch the nipple with the ball of his finger and wondered what he was thinking. Beneath lowered lids, she observed the excitement in her son's face. No trace of criticism, just curiosity. She saw him fumbling with the hard-on in his pajamas, and then it was freed, popping out stiff and red. It bobbled from side to side. He was slowly fisting his cock, as his eyes were glued her chest.
Robbie pulled down the other side of her nightie, allowing her other tit to fall free. He moved his hands to her bare tits, caressing them gently. She clenched her teeth, determined not to move.
Robbie stared at his hands as they squeezed his mother's heavy tits. He could hardly believe it. "Ohhh, jeez," he whispered excitedly as he watched her jugs wobbling on her chest. Her stomach was bare, which meant her groin was accessible.
Pam was glad it was too dark now for him to see her flushed face, because she was too damn horny to feel motherly. She felt her nipples harden against his palms and knew that Robbie could feel them, too. He was toying with her nipples while her pussy was soaking the bed. Why didn't he hurry up?
To him, she appeared to be sound asleep; he slid his hand under the sheet covering her belly. When he touched the gentle mound of her belly, he paused and looked at her face, then he cupped her plump pussy. He loved the erotic feel of her pubic thickness.
Pam had kept her thighs spread open, a blatant invitation for him to check out her pussy. Believing her to be asleep, he had to be careful and not wake her. But Robbie was slow on the uptake. The more he delayed, the more her pussy leaked and the ache between her legs was causing her to breathe more heavily.
Chapter 3
He had pulled the sheet down past his mother's thighs, completely exposing her hairy belly. Her nightie was bunched up around her waist. He nervously licked his lips as he ran his fingers through her auburn curls. He found the slick, puffy labia of her pussy easily. Her wetness did not surprise him, because his mother was often wet. He slipped his middle finger into her crack and moved it inwards slowly, and then out.
Holding his breath, he moved that finger a bit, feeling the velvety interior of his mother's vagina. He was getting blue balls, holding back, worrying about pre-ejaculation - shooting off without her even touching him.
Pam could hardly control herself; she moaned. Just that finger felt like a small penis, but it was enough to cause her to climax. He, in his ignorance, was tormenting her. He regarded her as his plaything. Unable to keep still, she had to stop him. She reached out and stroked her son's cheeks.
Robbie over reacted and pulled back. He fumbled with his stiff cock protruding from his pajamas. He tried to hide it, but then realized it was too late. Waiting for the reprimand, he heard her ask him softly, "Did you like my body, dear? Is it enough for you - my breasts big enough? Do you like my pussy?"
"I ... I didn't mean anything!" Robbie cried. "Honest!"
"I hope you don't mean that," Pam said quietly, sitting up a little and causing her naked tits to sway heavily. "I don't want you ever to be afraid of me, Robbie. I understand how boys feel. You were just curious, weren't you?"
Robbie hung his head. "Yeah, I ... I guess so..."
"You know, I love to look at a naked woman too. There's so much - her nipples, her breasts, her navel and stomach, her pubic hair and her vulva. Especially a woman's ass. I love a woman's ass ..."
Pam noticed the size of Robbie's semi-erect cock. Those hot words made his cock jerk skywards. He didn't realize she could swing either way.
She lifted her tits. "Do you like my boobs? They're a bit too big, but I like them. You used to nurse on them when you were a baby." She giggled. "Sometimes you just wanted to play with them ..."
Robbie stared at her meaty breasts, and he felt his cock throb.
"Go ahead, honey, feel them all you want."
"You ... you mean it?"
Pam placed a hand on the back of her boy's head and pulled his face down to one up-lifted tit. His lips sank into its warm softness. "There," she sighed, "isn't that nice?"
As he toyed with her boobs, her pussy developed an itch, not the kind that needed scratching. She had enough of this torment. Pam groaned and held him to her, then grabbed his stiff affair and held it lovingly while she admired it. Her other hand was rolling his heavy balls while she cooed over them. She was licking her lips, about to take his thick shaft into her mouth. After all, Pam realized that he was completely innocent of the many things possible between a man and a woman. The Kama Sutra, which she doubted he had read, featured over 200 variations on a theme. Add another woman and with any imagination, you could have triple the fun.
"Whooooooo!" Robbie sighed as she began milking his thick stalk. "D-don't do that, I'll come all over your fingers!"
"Don't you want to come, darling?" Pam asked, taking her hand away and watching his cock throb and jerk.
"Y-yeah, but not that way," he whispered, helping her up so she stood before him. He looked at her heaving tits as he sat on the edge of the bed. They were right over his face. He reached up and kneaded them. He was obviously a breast man.
Pam shivered, then moved his hands downward. He took the hint, and holding her soft ass cheeks, he plunged his face into her sopping cunt. As soon as he felt the wet, warmth of her cunt lips against his chin and lips, he stuck out his tongue and licked up.
"Awwwww!" Pam wailed.
Through more luck than skill, her son's hot tongue had hit her slit, and the slippery path led him right to her protruding clit.
"Ohhh!" Pam squealed, churning her hips violently and pulling away. She was very sensitive to the burning tickle caused by her son's stiff tongue lashing back and forth over her thick clit.
Pam had enough strength to push him away. She stood there for a moment, trembling from the strong sensations of having her pussy lapped by her novice son. She needed to teach him more about foreplay.
"I don't want to come without you," she whispered. "Would you like for us to do it at the same time?"
"Get on your hands and knees, Mom," he said suddenly.
Pam looked at her son and felt a stab of apprehension. She knew what he wanted to do, but was afraid. Nothing had ever been in her ass but a fingertip, and here was her darling boy hoping to fit that monster of a cock into her tight butt hole!
"C'mon," Robbie urged, "bend over!"
She hesitated. Robbie was out of his league, so to say, attempting to satisfy her in ways he had only read about. She didn't want him to experiment, a woman wants a man who knows what he's doing. Otherwise, she'd end up frustrated worse than ever, and possibly injured.
"I have an appointment with my doctor tomorrow, and she wants to meet you. She's helped me already but if we're going to be lovers, we'll do it together. How do you feel about seeing her?"
Robbie knew he had been ruled by his passions, and this made him feel he had taken advantage of his mother. He hugged her, and consented. "I love you, Mom."
***
On her second appointment with her internist, she and Robbie went together. He would certainly benefit by her knowledge of the female body, and would in turn make him a better lover. Dr. Fuck eyed Robbie, appraising him professionally. We learned earlier that the good doctor preferred females. Pam explained they had sex that week, but something was missing. She felt Robbie's approach was scripted. As if he were doing things he read in "The Joy of Sex", or the equivalent.
"What did you two do?"
"We had intercourse - "
"You mean you fucked. Social intercourse is something politicians do ..."
"That's true. OK, we fucked ..."
"And what else?"
"He licked my pussy. And he's in love with my breasts."
"I can appreciate that," the doctor muttered.
"I played with his cock. He has a beautiful cock."
The doctor leered at Robbie. "Show me your cock, Robbie ..." He dropped his pants, and displayed his sleepy penis.
"Pam, you do the honors. Masturbate him ..."
She grabbed his cock and tenderly fingered it. The result was immediate. It stiffened. Pam knew jerking him off would allow the doctor to evaluate her technique, and at the same time allow Robbie to relax. She wanked him slowly as the doctor watched suspiciously. His cock felt huge, and seemed to keep growing as she jacked him off. The doctor made no effort to get a bucket, or handy wipes. Suddenly Robbie erupted, almost hitting the doctor in the face. He shot four creamy ropes which landed 4 feet away.
"Good boy!" Pam said, excited. The doctor mumbled something in Farsi, which to Robbie sounded ominous.
Addressing Robbie, the doctor said, "The most intimate thing you can do to a woman is worship her genitals. By that I mean lick her vulva, both inner and outer labia, and especially her clitoris ..."
Robbie listened attentively.
"Everything should be given time, so you can feel what she's feeling. Most men lick a woman by the numbers ..."
Pam agreed, grinning.
"You can make love to a woman orally long after your penis stops working ..."
Pam was thinking about Giacomo Casanova.
"I didn't intend to lecture you, so the best way to learn is by watching. Your mother is a very sweet, voluptuous woman. I will make love to her, and you just observe ..."
The two women whispered a few words and Pam divested herself of her clothing. No gown was needed. Pam was to lie down on the table, which was adjusted so Robbie could clearly observe.
"We will start by my licking your mother's vagina to get her aroused, and then we'll intuitively proceed from there. Your mother will, by her movements, be my guide."
Robbie was holding his breath, wide eyed.
Dr. Fakhri began by whispering to Pam, telling her she was a lovely lady and how sexy she was. Pam responded to these endearing comments by slowly getting aroused. She ran her fingers through the doctor's thick hair. Slowly the internist dropped her mouth onto Pam's glistening pussy, which was wet from her arousal. Pam's labia opened, the inner labia becoming more visible as the outer labia thickened. Dr. Fakhri used her tongue skillfully to bring Pam to orgasm over and over. Pam's clit had swollen to twice its normal size. Not wanting to put too much of a strain on Pam's heart, she began to slow down gradually, as Pam's orgasms spaced further apart. The finale consisted of the doctor using her tongue over the entire area between Pam's anus and her extended clit. That in itself produced an explosive orgasm.
Robbie had no words to describe his feelings. What he did learn is, his mother was a person who loved him, and gave herself to him. She was not a fuck toy. He should spend more time masturbating and not expect his mother to be his personal whore.
When they reached home, Robbie cried. He thought he was too old to cry. He was going to be a Marine, but he would learn that Marines cry too. A real man cries.