Homeschool Lessons, Pt. 1

Yes, Mama, by Fyre

I was over at my new gal’s house. I’d gone over for dinner, which was a little too salty, but I was there for the booty call, not for the pork loin. Darla and I were wrestling around on the couch. I felt up under her skirt, she didn’t have any panties on, so I was making my move for third base. I thought I had a pretty sure thing. Then her kid walked in!

Let me back up a bit. I wasn’t too sure about this chick. This Darla. She didn’t seem too "regular" but she was a hottie and I wanted a piece of the action. Darla’s kid was something like thirteen-- a little waif of a thing. She’d been with us at the table at dinner. Darla was trying to pick up a conversation, but the kid only poked at her food, mostly just moved it around on the plate, then excused herself, said she had to go study. Darla and I finished eating--Darla all giggles and winks--then like I said, we moved to the couch out in the front room. I was shocked to see that Darla wasn’t wearing any skivvies at all, that seemed a little weird for a mother of a teenager, and her skirt was so damn short. Wasn’t she trying to set an example? But then I’d learn later exactly what kind of an example that Darla wanted to set.

Darla told me over dinner that she was really concerned about her daughter. The girl’s name was LaVonne, but she went by Vonnie. After her dad just up and left, LaVonne didn’t seem to really have much enthusiasm for anything any more. She was definitely a "daddy’s girl" and her father had left without much notice. Darla said she was trying to make things a little easier on her. Von wasn’t too social and the other kids seemed to tease her, so Darla took her out of school, and started teaching her at home.

We had the television on for some background noise, but neither Darla nor I were paying very much attention to what was on. Darla was just 29, a young woman herself. I could hardly believe it when she told me she had a daughter as old as thirteen. She was just a baby herself when she’d had her. Darla had sultry eyes, shoulder length black hair, and was wearing that short skirt. I had my hand working against her wet slit, her legs were sprawled open, her eyes closed, when Vonnie walked into the living room and plunked into a chair.

I froze.

Darla opened her eyes, looked across the room, not trying to cover anything up at all and said calmly, "You get your algebra done, Baby?"

"Yes, Mama." Vonnie looked over at us, a curious look on her face, but said nothing more.

Darla whispered in my ear, "Larry, just keep doing what you were doing. I want the girl to know this is a natural part of being an adult." Darla kept her legs open wide. She trimmed her bush into a narrow black runway. It was all very visible to the girl. If I’d have walked in on my own mother all open and on display like that, I would have completely freaked, but the girl seemed to think nothing of it.

I, on the other hand, had gone from bone hard to flat in less than a moment, totally losing it when the girl walked in. This was completely weird for me. I sat there on the couch next to Darla, unable to make the next move. Completely unable to resume feeling her up, if that’s what she expected.

Vonnie wasn’t really looking at us. She picked up the remote and flicked to a different channel. She seemed to be in her own little world.

"Do you want us to take it somewhere else?" I asked Darla quietly.

"The girl’s got to learn sometime. Ever since her daddy’s gone, she doesn’t react much to anything. I just want you to act natural."

I couldn’t help it. It was not natural to me to keep feeling up a mother in front of her own daughter. I looked over at Vonnie again. She was watching The OC on Fox. I wasn’t much interested in that. I was torn. I’d come over to get some pussy, I’d gotten all stirred up, and I wasn’t ready to throw in the towel.

Darla put her hand against my back and started massaging my shoulders lightly. She kissed me passionately on my neck. "Larry, I’m soaking wet. Why don’t you get back to work on what you were working on?"

I looked over at Vonnie. She was curled up in the chair, wearing a tight t-shirt and plaid flannel pajama pants. She was hugging a pillow, looking at the tv, looking bored. Darla shifted her pelvis up at me, her legs still thrown open, the flair of her short denim skirt not about to cover up her pretty saturated pussy.

"Vonnie, Baby," Darla said, "Larry here doesn’t seem to quite know what to do here. Will you go get me my silver bullet?"

"Yes, Mama." Vonnie got up and walked across to her mother’s bedroom.

A silver bullet? I panicked. I felt like I was in some kind of weird episode of Strange Encounters, that reality show that put people into incredibly odd situations then filmed their reactions as they squirmed to get themselves comfortable.

Darla looked coyly at me. She started stroking her fingers slowly up and down her pussy, trailing them along the surface, tugging lightly at her pussy lips. Vonnie came back into the room and passed her mother something. It was certainly a vibrating bullet, connected to a wire. With a control at the other end of the line. Darla rotated a dial on the remote, the bullet started humming. She deliciously perched it at the upper edge of her vulva, so it was just brushing against the upper edge of her clit.

Vonnie didn’t seem to think much of her mother’s being about to masturbate right in front of her. "We sleep in the same room," Darla mouthed. "She knows all about masturbation."

I still didn’t know what to make of the situation, but with Darla sitting next to me, all spread open, and a vibrating egg humming against her clit, I was gradually getting hard again. She was so fucking hot! The girl was now laying on her stomach on the floor, looking at the tv, her head on a pillow.

"Vonnie, Baby," Darla said to the girl, "I don’t think Larry’s convinced that you’re comfortable. You want to show him how you can rub your cunny?"

"Yes, Mama."

The girl rolled so that she was on the floor between my feet. Without showing any obvious emotion, she pulled her pajama pants off, and then took down her white cotton panties. Like I’d noticed before, she looked thin, and young for her age. Her frame was small, and her tits small and undeveloped. Vonnie opened her legs. She had a pretty bubblegum pink pussy with just a few faint hairs. Unabashedly, she spread it open before me. She looked at her mama, and she started rubbing herself.

"Put some spit on it, Baby. I want you to have a good time."

Obediently, Vonnie wet her finger on her tongue, and elegantly slid her fingertips up and down her slit. On the couch beside me, Darla was working her own clit, running the bullet up against her swollen bulb. Darla’s voice was growing thick and musky with lust, watching her daughter masturbating on the floor.

"Open it up, Baby. Show it to Larry. Show him how pretty your little pink pussy is, Baby Girl."

"Yes, Mama."

This obviously wasn’t the first time Darla had encouraged the girl to masturbate. "Go on, Honey, rub it, Girl. Get it going Baby."

Vonnie put her knees up. I could see her puckered asshole and her parted vagina right before my eyes. She was gradually getting wetter but she wasn’t slippery wet just yet. Watching her, my dick was rock hard, almost in spite of myself. This was just fucking wrong.

Darla kept up the commentary, rubbing her own puss, making encouraging comments to her daughter between us on the floor.

"Watch Mama, Honey. Watch Mama make it really, really wet."

"Yes, Mama."

Vonnie sat up more, and scooted between her Mama’s thighs. Darla was rubbing her clit right in front of the girl’s eyes. The girl had her hand between her thighs, stroking her own clit. Darla’s eyes were rolling back a little, she had that glazed look a woman get’s on her face when she’s trying to hit that spot.

I shifted around on the couch. My penis was straining to get out of my pants. Darla was starting to sigh and moan softly. "Vonnie, Baby, you put your fingers in Mama’s pussy, wontcha baby?"

"Yes, Mama."

The girl licked the fingers on her left hand and slipped them into her Mama’s wet vagina. She started stroking four fingers in and out, a slurping sound filling the room. Vonnie kept rubbing on her clit. I so wanted to take my dick out of my pants and start stroking it along with them. But I didn’t know if I should. Had the girl seen a man’s dick before?

Darla read my mind. "Larry, go ahead and take off your pants."

I stood up and took my pants off. My penis swelled and curved upwards inside my drawers. Vonnie was curious. She was looking at my dick. I have to admit it was twitching particularly hard, wondering where this was going to go.

"Vonnie, Baby, you see Mr. Johnson’s penis, Honey?"

Vonnie nodded.

"Baby Girl, you be a good girl and help him take his underwear off."

"Yes, Mama."

While her mother continued to masturbate, Vonnie stood. She was only up to my mid-chest. Her chin was about at my belly button. She tentatively put her hands on the band of elastic. Awkwardly, she pulled my drawers down to the floor. I stepped out over them. She was staring at my erection, fascinated.

"That’s her first time seeing a dick." Darla said. "My little girl’s growing up. She needs to learn about these things. Larry, you be a good man and show her how that thing of yours works."

I wasn’t sure how to interpret that. Did she want me to take her daughter’s virginity?

"Mama’s gonna cum." Vonnie said, pointing. She quickly crouched between her mother’s legs, the thick smell of pussy emanating from her crotch. Vonnie cupped her fingers closely together and pushed them into her mama’s vagina. "Come on, Mama!" She begged, "Cum for me!"

Vonnie worked her four fingers in and out of Darla’s cunt like a piston. "Come on, Mama." Vonnie was biting her lip in concentration. I could tell that she was trying to stroke Darla’s vaginal walls in a certain way, trying to hit that G-spot, trying to get that cum. Vonnie was such a sight to see, encouraging her Mama, stroking that woman’s pussy, even rubbing her own bubble of a clit. "Watch her, Mr. Johnson."

Oh I was watching! I’d never imagined such a thing in my life. The young girl had her whole fist inside her mother now, and the woman’s moist lips were up around her wrist. "Watch, Mr. Johnson."

Vonnie knew the exact moment her Mama was going to erupt. She took her left hand and started diddling Darla’s clit with quick darting movements. Darla arched her pelvis up so that the only thing still on the couch was the top of her shoulder blades. "Do me, Baby Girl. Do your Mama’s clit!" Darla yelled, the climax erupting from her loins in a shuddering clench. Vonnie even braced herself for the change in intensity. Darla’s vaginal muscles fluttered visibly, pulsing over the girl’s hand, still entombed inside. "Watch my Mama, Mr. Johnson."

I was standing. My hand was firmly stroking my dick. I wasn’t quite about to cum, but I was sure getting off watching Darla. She was a pistol! Darla shifted and lurched around on the couch, wrapped inside the secret place of her orgasm, twisting about until the waistband of her skirt was up under her breasts.

"Now eat me, Baby Girl."

"Yes, Mama."

"Eat me the way I love it, Baby."

The girl obediently knelt between her mother’s thighs and started sucking and licking at her folds. Darla arched up and down on the couch and grabbed her daughter’s head, forcing the girl’s nose against her puss. "That’s a good Girl, Vonnie. A good girl."

Vonnie stayed put, deliciously lapping at the purge of juices seeping from her mama’s hot cunt. I sat on the floor behind her, so I could watch her small mouth working it, stroking it. I was rubbing real hard. I hadn’t been so worked up in awhile. I started breathing heavy.

Before us on the couch, Darla started shouting out, lost in the throes of the moment. "Oh, oh oh, yeah Baby Girl, that’s the way, that’s the way..." She collapsed against the soft back of the couch, then sat up. "Good girl, Honey. That was real good." She was laughing softly, enthralled with herself for coming so hard.

"Oh Vonnie, Baby Girl, Look at Mr. Johnson." Darla sat up and pointed at me.

Vonnie pulled away from her mother’s crevice to look at my twitching dick. "Look, Vonnie." Darla urged. "I want you to notice how he’s stroking it." Darla’s voice was slipping into teaching mode. She was using me to homeschool her daughter! I felt like I was about to burst. I slowed down, trying to stave off my orgasm.

Darla continued to talk to Vonnie about what I was doing. "Every man’s got his own way of stroking his dick, Baby. He’ll put a certain amount of pressure on the shaft...he’ll rub the edge of the head in a certain way. You watch carefully."

Vonnie nodded, studying my movements, studying the shape of my dick arching against my belly. I was average-sized, but I could tell she thought I was huge. I was sure she’d never seen anything like this before. I know I hadn’t.

"Can I touch it, Mama?"

Darla looked at me. Oh my God, I could go to jail for this! But somehow I nodded. I was too lost in the moment. And I have to admit, I wanted the girl’s tender fingers on me in a bad way.

"Go ahead, Baby."

Vonnie knelt between my feet put her hands tentatively on the shaft. Her fingers felt so small, a little cold. "Spit on it Baby. It’s like you-- it feels better when it’s wetter." Darla laughed at her little rhyme.

Vonnie put her fingertips in her mouth. I knew she could taste her mother’s sweet n’ sour taste as she wet them again. I spit on my own fingers, to add it into the mix.

"This is her first time touching a man," Darla said to me, although it was obvious. My dick loved that she said it. The slut in me wanted her to keep talking, to keep hearing all these dirty details. My dick throbbed under her awkward touch. I moved her hand, cupping the fingers around my shaft.

"Put a little pressure on it, not too much..." I directed.

Darla winked at me. "That’s it, Larry, tell her how you like it."

"Make a circle with your forefinger touching your thumb...that’s nice, Vonnie. That’s good."

Vonnie looked back at her mother’s face for assurance. "Am I doing it right?"

Darla smiled at her daughter. "You’re doing good, Baby."

Vonnie leaned toward her hand rubbing up and down on my pulsing dick. She moved her mouth around, collecting spit in the front. She got up on her knees, opening her lips, and letting the trickle of spit dribble down on my cock. I felt so fat and throbbing. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d been so turned on by a hand job.

Behind her, Darla continued the lesson. "Honey, when a man gets an erection, it’s up to you to do something about it. Otherwise you’ll be what they call a PT, or a prick teaser. Can’t have men thinking that about you. If you get it hard, then you work it until it goes soft again."

"How do I do that, Mama?" Vonnie asked, her eyes wide, as she watched, fascinated by my bulging hard-on. "You like this, Mr. Johnson?"

Yes, Baby, I love it

Darla giggled, "Oh you’ll see how it gets soft in a minute. You’ll get it. But the important thing is that I want you to be a good girl and make sure you take care of a man that you get hard. There’s lots of ways to rub it, with your hand, with your mouth, with your pussy even...I’ll show you how."

I looked over at Darla. She was watching her daughter, and stroking her own pussy again. "That’s looking really good, Baby Girl," she said. "Really nice." Darla winked at me. Thank you, she mouthed.

I grinned. No problem! I was about to cum. The little girl’s hands were working in awkward circles up and down my dick. She wasn’t holding it quite right, the pressure wasn’t really the way I liked it, but it was so hot to have a little thirteen year old circle jerking me, calling me "Mr. Johnson," I could hardly stand it.

I closed my eyes, not able to respond at the moment. This was her first time, the first time, and she was so young! Darla really did believe in teaching her everything. I felt the building intensity, and the jolt as the sperm shot from my balls up and out. "Oh! Oh! Oh!" I shouted, cupping my nuts and thrusting the tip into Vonnie’s face. The jizz erupted, shooting her all over the face, hitting her nose, spattering her lips.

"Oh my God!" Vonnie shouted, surprised. She pulled away, her hands over her mouth, wiping my cum off her face.

"No, No, Baby Girl," Darla said. "A man’s going to want you to eat it. Here." Darla bent over Vonnie’s cream-shot face and started licking away the white spurts. Her rough tongue washed off her daughter’s face. She put her finger out and wiped off a thick dribble. "Vonnie, you try it." Darla put her fingertip to her daughter’s lips.

"I don’t like it Mama." Vonnie said, wrinkling her nose.

Darla stifled a laugh. "You’ll get used to it, Baby Girl. It’s not so bad." Darla opened her mouth and smeared the rest of my jizz across her thick tongue.

I put my hand on my dick and milked out the last few drops. Darla tapped Vonnie. "There you go, Honey. Drink up those last few drops."

"Yes, Mama." Vonnie obediently put her mouth over the throbbing head of my dick, and lapped at the last few drops. She made a funny face as she swallowed.

"That’s a good, Girl. Isn’t she a good girl, Mr. Johnson?"

"Yes, Vonnie," I said, "That was very, very nice."

"Thank you for the lesson, Mr. Johnson."

Anytime, Baby Girl. Anytime.

 

Author’s Note: Watch for further episodes of this tale. If you enjoyed this one, you might also like my story Keep it in the Family, or the series Games We Play. Thank you in advance for any comments.

, I thought. But the words wouldn’t come out. I couldn’t speak. My mouth was totally dry. I was lost in that place inside my head, caught up in the thrill, simply loving the pulse of my blood as it charged into my stiff, hot fuck pole. I smiled, hoping that would show her that she was hitting it right, doing a good job.