Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Carl Naked in School 13/15 (mF oral inc) Saturday Morning The next morning I wandered downstairs about 11 o'clock without even bothering to dress. After what they'd all seen the night before, why bother? To tell the truth, I'd had trouble getting to sleep, tired as I was. The girls were all packed into Beth's room, of course. I haven't seen the inside of her room in years, but it has to have been crowded, and the thought of all those naked girls in there had my imagination working overtime. I couldn't help wondering what they might be up to with each other. I may be a nerd, but I'm also, as you have presumably gathered by now, a horny teenage male, and I've seen magazines and books, you know. "Well, good morning," Mom greeted me. I went for the refrigerator for some orange juice, not being a coffee drinker. "'morning," I mumbled back. "Where are all the little sex maniacs?" "Your sister" - she emphasized the noun - "and her friends just left for the mall. They'll eat lunch there and then see you at the game." "They sure will," I admitted, pouring myself some cereal. I explained how I had to do band naked. "Oh, wow! I think I'll go to the game, too," Mom teased. She never went to our games. Saturday afternoon was about the only time she had alone in the house. I sighed. "You might as well, everyone else in town will be there. The cheerleaders are going to be nude, too." "Wow!" Then she turned sympathetic. "How are you feeling about all this?" As my blood sugar rose I was feeling better. "Oh, after a week, I'm used to it," I admitted. "I mean, yeah, I'm kinda embarrassed still, but not mortified, if you know what I mean." "I think I do," she answered. "I'm sorry about last night, though. I shouldn't have horned in, if you'll pardon the expression." "Oh, that's okay. Hey, if it made you feel good, who am I to complain. You think I didn't enjoy it?" She smiled gently. "You did look like you were having a good time." "I was." I was thinking of another problem I was facing, too, and decided this was as good a time as any to broach the subject. "I suppose you get horny like anyone else." She nodded, settling across the table from me with a cup of coffee. Her robe gaped open, giving me a tantalizing glimpse of the upper slopes of her lush breasts. "I suspect it's different with women, but yes, we get horny." I toyed with my cereal. "Something bothering you?" Mom asked gently. "About me? I don't think of you as a sex partner, if that's what it is." "No!" I was startled. "No, it's not that, and you're not my type." "And what is 'your type?'" she asked, amused. "Someone younger, I presume? Like Beth?" "Well, yeah," I admitted. "Is that what's bothering you?" "In a way." I took a deep breath. "Beth and I both agree, we're not ready for sex. Not intercourse, I mean. She's touched me, and all, and we've kissed." "Uh huh." Mom nodded encouragingly. So I told her how Beth had been giving me relief in school, and how good it felt. I didn't go into too many details, like how Beth had walked around with my cum drying on her, though. "She made me feel really good," I concluded. "And?" "Well, I'd like to make her feel just as good, only I don't know how to do it," I blurted out. "Oh!" Mom thought this over. "Well, intercourse is one way." "But we don't want to do that. I mean, there's the worry about pregnancy and everything, and - well, we're just not ready for that." "I'm glad you're both mature enough to realize what a big step intercourse is. For a girl to let a man into her like that, literally into her, is a big step. There are other ways." "I saw you masturbating last night, but that doesn't seem like the best way. I mean, I wouldn't know were to rub, or how hard, and...." I trailed off, blushing. "What about oral sex," Mom suggested. "Like a blow job?" "Not exactly. What do you know about them?" So I told her how Marilyn had Hoovered me. "A talented girl," Mom observed dryly. "Experienced," I countered. "Which I'm not." "Well, it's called 'going down' on the girl, not a 'blow job," Mom began. "You use your lips and tongue. It can give unbelievable pleasure." She seemed to drift far away. "Dad was good at it, huh?" I asked after a couple of minutes. She shook herself and took a sip of coffee, making a face because it was cold. "Very!" "But I don't know how," I complained. "I wouldn't know where to start, or where I should end up." "Ah hah. I see your problem." Mom frowned. "I suppose I could show you." "Oh no!" I countered, shocked. This is my mother, remember! "And why not?" she asked. "You're my mother!" My mind seemed to be running in little circles. "You've seen me naked." She was wearing her robe, typical on a Saturday morning. "Well, yeah, but...." "Something wrong with this?" she asked, standing up and dropping her robe. "Heck no!" My voice cracked again! I mean, there she was, all of her. "You do want to make Beth happy, don't you?" she asked more gently, taking my hand. "Well, yeah, but...." "Come on," she dragged me along, stooping to grab up her robe. "Dee won't be back, so we have plenty of time." I confess, I was shit scared. Visions of hellfire and damnation and all the powers of the law descending on us sped through my brain. Worse, what if I did it wrong? But I trailed along like I was just a little kid again, following up the stairs, watching her lush butt flex, seeing wisps of pubic hair between her thighs, my hand burning in hers. She led me to her bedroom. "Now, I am not going to make a big production out of this. This is a lesson. But you should make a big production out of it for Beth," she explained sitting down on the bed while I stood in front of her. "Uh, how?" I felt like a total dunce, standing in front of her like the schoolboy I was. "Well, you'll start by kissing and petting - touching the side of her neck, her breasts. You don't have to undress her, but you may want to and she may let you. Don't force it! Be gentle." "Uh, okay." "Kiss her throat, her chest, her nipples." Mom demonstrated by touching herself, fingering her nipple made it stand up eagerly. "Suck on her tits, and nip them very gently with your teeth, even. Kiss your way down her belly, while you're still touching her breasts, maybe pinching her nipples a little bit even. You'll know if you're doing it right, because she'll be reacting, panting, maybe moaning a little." She was starting to sound a little breathless. My dick was hard, of course. "It's best, probably, if she's stretched out." Mom lay back on the bed, her breasts flattening. She ran her fingers up her belly, toyed with her tits again then reached down to her thighs. "Kiss the insides of her thighs, little pecks, and down low on her tummy, just above the hair." "Uh, yeah." I was still standing there, just looking. "Well, go ahead, do it," she urged softly. "You? Now?" I squeaked. "Practice makes perfect," she pointed out huskily. "Just kneel between my legs. Rest your hands on my thighs. No, up higher." My thumbs were brushing her pubic hair. I leaned forward timidly, remembering what she'd said. I kissed her tummy, little pecks. "Lick me," she whispered. I licked her, tasting her soft skin. "Oh, yes," she sighed softly. "Now lower. Use your lips to tug on my pubic hair." It was kind of wiry. I could smell her, a musky scent. "Use your thumbs to comb my hair aside so you find my slit," she said. "Gently. Then lick me, lick my slit, very gently. Tease me." I hesitantly did as she asked. "Oh yes," she sighed. "Now a little deeper." I probed her slit, tasting something new, tangy, almost metallic, softer, slippery. "See how it opens for you?" she asked. "Like a flower. See that little vee where my petals come together near the top? See there, a little bud there, just waiting to be tasted. Lick it. That's my clit. It's very sensitive!" I licked. "Oh, yes!" she gasped hotly. "More, lick it again." Reaching down, she parted her lips wider for me as I flicked my tongue over her hot, slick flesh. "Suck on it." My lips closed on it and I sucked, feeling it swell as I did. I toyed with it with my tongue, tasting her juices. "Now, down further, my hole, stick your tongue in my cunt," Mom urged. "Awh!" she gasped as I probed her hole, her smell engulfing me, my mouth watering as I savored her juices. My nose was bearing down on her clit. I was awash in her female scent. Either she decided I didn't need any more instruction, or she was just lost to the sensations. It didn't matter. I feasted on her, burying my face in her hairy snatch, alternating between her cunt and her clit, reacting to her sighs and cries, until her hips rose and she wailed her joy, her thighs closing over my ears, her belly clenching rhythmically just the way my groin did when I climaxed, finally slumping wearily back, gently easing my head away, my face soaked with her cum. Out of breath, I leaned forward, resting my cheek on her warm, soft belly, while she stroked my face and hair with loving fingers. "Like father, like son," she whispered softly. "You'll do fine." "Thank you," I murmured gratefully, even as I wrestled with a welter of conflicting feelings. There was pride at having pleasured her, guilt, lust, even a strange touch of sorrow as I understood even better how much the divorce had cost her. I was also as hard as I had ever been, and her gaping twat was right there, in front of me. I pushed up and looked down at her sprawled wantonly on the bed, her bush all matted and stringy with my spit and her cum. Confused and aroused, I staggered to the bathroom and took a long, hot shower, washing her scent off me. Incest? You tell me. I knew it would never happen again. I knew my Mom had given me a wonderful gift, and I knew that I'd really be able to repay Beth for the pleasure she had already given me.