Mom Does It Best

When I was 10, 60 years ago, I had to have surgery. I was born with anaspadias, meaning I had no urethral opening as a baby. They pierced two tiny holes in the glans so I could urinate in thin jets. But at 10, the urologist had to find a better way for me to ejaculate unhindered.

They had to cut away my foreskin and open the glans. A canal had to be created, the opening now on the underside just behind the glans. "Then you could ejaculate like all the other boys," said the nurse with the black lady-mustache, grinning dirty and wickedly. "At that time, I only ejaculated involuntarily in my erotic dreams about my sisters. I loved these exciting dreams where I was allowed to fuck my sisters with my index finger. I woke up with a hard, throbbing cock, a thick, pale ooze oozing from the holes, which I had to squeeze out like a purulent pimple. Naturally, my playmates competed to squeeze the thick, pale ooze out with their fingers, giggling and cackling.

I found the last examinations with the doctor-lady and a surgeon very embarrassing. The doctor and the surgeon were bent over the contrast X-rays, I had to take off all my pants and lie down on the examination couch. The nurse with the mustache spread my legs completely apart, and I was terribly embarrassed because three adults and my mom were staring at my cock, which the nurse gently and softly touched and aroused and only stopped when it was completely stiff, pointing toward the ceiling. Mom turned bright red and stared at my cock; I could practically feel her sexual excitement and her inner turmoil was palpable. The nurse with the mustache rubbed my cock like my playmates, letting the thick sauce ooze out. Everyone, including my mom, watched as the nurse expertly masturbated my cock. Mom's face turned bright red with embarrassment and shame. At the end, the nurse had pushed a rubber-gloved finger three times into my asshole, triggering my ejaculation immediately. She used her fingers to squeeze out the thick, milky sauce. I was afraid my mom would faint from embarrassment or painstakingness, she was sexually so excited. Mom watched, her eyes wide open with sexual excitement, as her beloved son was violated in a sexual way before her very eyes. She almost jumped out of her skin, so aroused was she by the macabre spectacle. She couldn't look away; the doctor had explained to her exactly why the operation was necessary, and now she could see it for herself. The surgeon took pictures of my cock as the woman with the mustache slowly made it stiff, masturbated me and squeezed out the thick juice with her fingers, then they discussed it again.

The young doctor cleaned my cock with a Kleenex and beckoned my mom to come closer. The doctor squeezed my shaft tightly, making the glans turn bright red. "Here, look, Mrs. Faber," the doctor said, "in the furrow you can see the two small holes from the emergency surgery after the birth." I raised my head to see them too. A deep furrow ran from the tip of the glans through the underside of the glans, and I could even see the two small holes. "It's enough for peeing, but not for ejaculating. So I'm considering with the surgeon whether we can penetrate the glans. We think we need to find another solution to avoid damaging the nerves in the glans." The doctor wore very thin rubber gloves, and her fingers aroused my cock. "Have you ever masturbated him, Mrs. Faber?" she asked, and Mom shook her head. "I don't even know how to do that," she said shamefully after a while. The doctor looked directly at me. "And you, have you ever rubbed yourself?" she asked, and I shook my head firmly. "No, Doctor," I said, "I always just squeezed the mucus out with my fingers when it oozed in my dreams at night." The doctor asked a question about my father's cock, and Mom answered, her face bright red, describing Dad's cock as best she could. Dad had a completely straight penis, not bent like other men's (why was I thinking about the fake uncles?). His foreskin completely covered the glans, and before he fucked her, he pulled back the foreskin with his hand to expose the wet glans. He could fuck for quite a long time, Mom said, even though she didn't orgasm during the fucking and did it herself afterwards, always. The doctor nodded, and Mom continued to tell her that Dad had a nice hole on the tip of his glans and he ejaculated every time, just like other men do. (I wondered if she was talking about the uncles?) The doctor asked if the hole looked normal or not? Mom nodded thoughtfully, "Yes, it actually looks just like other men's, Doctor!" The doctor looked at her curiously: "Are all his children?" and Mom avoided her gaze. "Yes, or maybe I think so, probably," was her reply, and I flinched. Maybe, Probably? Oh my God, just maybe and probably? I was really confused. Was that because of the fake uncles?

The friendly, young doctor-lady now rubbed my cock, just like my playmates. "Watch how I masturbate him," the doctor ordered. "You have to masturbate him several times a day after the operation, because his seminal fascia, which is supposed to expel the semen forcefully, is still completely underdeveloped and needs to be stimulated. Furthermore, the new canal we're creating must neither scar-over nor close-up again. Do you understand?" Mom nodded, blushing. "Does that mean I have to masturbate him every day?" The doctor nodded. "Two or three times a day. Don't worry, he's going through puberty and can ejaculate a dozen times in a row." Mom remained silent and watched the doctor's hand. "Try it," she said. "I was very surprised that you've never masturbated a man before, Mrs. Faber!" Mom raised her head. "I only know simple normal married fucking, Doctor!" and continued rubbing me. I felt a heat rising in my loins as the doctor took over from Mom. "He's about to cum," she commented, continuing as I twitched and released. "You see, the semen can't squirt out freely; it's pushed back, and that's very damaging." I could feel Mom's sexual arousal as the doctor firmly squeezed the cum out with her fingers. "And if his cock doesn't get hard right away, then use your feminine charms," the doctor murmured. "What!?" Mom exclaimed, "I'm a respectable woman, not a harlot!" The doctor shook her head back and forth. "Of course not. But it would help make his cock hard again quickly!" I wondered what feminine charms meant. It was disappointing that I could see the doctor's beautiful inner thighs and her lace panties, but nothing else. Absolutely nothing else.

The doctor had smiled when she saw my eyes glued to her's. "Mrs. Faber, now do it yourself; he can undoubtedly squirt again." Mom grabbed my cock a little more decisively than before and rubbed me. I closed my eyes in pleasure, imagining my playmates competing to rub it. Mom had heeded the instruction to barely touch the glans, as it would be even more sensitive after the surgery. So she rubbed my cock in long, slow, firm strokes, smiling at me kindly from time to time. Then, after a while, it rose hotly again, and I croaked, "Mom, it's coming!" And then it came. Again, it couldn't squirt out properly, and Mom squeezed the thick mucus out with her fingers. Mom's eyes glittered, and I felt her sexual excitement, which she exuded steaming away. The doctor nodded contentedly, "After the operation, you'll have to soak his cock in hot chamomile tea for a few minutes and then do it with your hand. You can also do it two or three times in a row; that will definitely work as your boy likes to squirt anytime and often."

The doctor had Mom do it again and again. For me, it was perfectly normal; my playmates rubbed me for hours, too, and I enjoyed it immensely. Mom got better each time; she quickly realized that the doctor's gentle approach made me ejaculate the fastest. She smiled and grinned as she squeezed the juice out of my cock with her fingers. I smiled shyly, because having it done in front of everyone was kind of embarrassing. But both the doctor and the surgeon smiled whenever they glanced over. They then kind of waved to Mom to show the results of their consultations. I sat down on the floor with my bare ass because from there I had the best view between the pretty, young doctor's thighs. I was perhaps a little in love with her and decided to marry a doctor when I grew up.

I sat pantsless on the cold floor and stared under the young doctor's coat. Gradually, my cock stiffened again, and the mustache led me into the small, windowless room. She grinned impudently, "And we're in a hurry to squirt again, my little rascal? It's not appropriate to peep under the doctor's coat, young man!" she told me, grabbing my hard cock. For the second time, she rubbed my cock with her hand, and it felt amazing well. She firmly squeezed the thick slime out with her fingers. "That, that's exactly what we need to fix!" she said, although I could barely understand. The doctor and my mom whispered for a long time, and my mom's face was still bright red from the rubbing and the doctors detailed instructions, how and why to rub my cock regularly and frequently.

In the weeks leading up to the operation, Mom practiced rubbing my cock every day. She made me cum five or six times, then my erection collapsed, and I'd had enough for the moment. She was visibly embarrassed that I was peeping under her housedress, so I had to lie on my back with my head between her thighs. Of course, she was convinced I couldn't peep like that anymore, but quite the opposite. From a few centimeters away, I was looking at her clit and deep into her fuckhole without her ever noticing. Mom wanted to try something, she said. She took a thin knitting needle in her hand and with her other hand pressed the two halves of the glans apart so that the groove with the tiny two holes was visible. She carefully pushed the knitting needle into one hole, and I shrieked because it hurt so much. She continued very carefully until the knitting needle fit in completely. Then she did the same with the other hole. I stopped shrieking and grit my teeth. "Maybe I can make the holes wider. Let's see if you can squirt better then," she explained. I nodded in agreement and continued to stare at her fuckhole. Now she rubbed me as sensitively as the doctor and made me squirt. Two tiny jets shot out of the holes. Mom nodded contentedly and let it squirt onto her inner thighs. "We'll drill the holes even wider," she said. "I don't know why the doctor didn't think of that." I suspected it, because after I squirted, the holes narrowed again. But if Mom was stubborn, she really was. So, before rubbing me, she drilled the holes with the knitting needles, immediately rubbed me, and squirted it onto her inner thighs. Later, she used a slightly thicker knitting needle and finally a very thick one, which was quite painful to drill in. But Mom had her way; she made me shoot my semen out in two thin jets. All the rubbing felt great, and I quickly noticed how my orgasm was getting more and more intense. Two thin jets shot out of my widened holes, and Mom grinned with satisfaction. It was just as the doctor had said; I squirted more and more forcefully each time, and the thin jets from both holes now shot out really high and splashed upon Mom's inner thighs. She had to let the rest squeezing out with her fingers. I had never squirted with this much pressure before with the doctor or the nurse, and Mom was absolutely keen to widen my holes with the thick knitting needle and let me squirt as high as I could in thin jets. She pushed aside all feelings of embarrassment and shame and pressed the tip of my penis firmly against her clit and her fuckhole as she finished masturbating me and let it all ooze out. For me, this first truly intimate touch was nerve-wracking. How incredibly intense my sensations were when she directed the first jets onto her clit and then pressed the tip of my cock against her clit or her fuckhole and then continued rubbing herself until she reached orgasm! After her orgasm, she looked at me with a sad and guilty expression and murmured, "It had to be!" I wouldn't let her feeling sad and guilty and nodded, "Mom, it's perfectly fine with me, I've seen how girls do it! I can keep a secret and you don't have to be embarrassed!" Gradually, her inhibitions eased, and sometimes, when I was finished, she would quickly rub her clitoris with my cocktip until she reached orgasm. It wouldn't take a minute before her legs trembled and she looked at me guiltily. "You're not allowed to watch," she murmured in vain each time, because of course I was staring cheekily and unimpressed by her ban. I found it captivating how her clit changed during the practice. It seemed to slowly stiffen and gradually emerge from under his cap. After the last ejaculation, it was dark red and stood out demanding like a small thorn. When I finally left her bedroom, she remained sitting cross-legged, and I was almost certain she would finish it herself off by pushing two fingers deep into her bush, perhaps even circling her clit with her finger, because I'd seen her do that many times.

I barely remember the operation, but then my mom picked me up from the hospital.

When I came home with my mother, she looked a little confused. She locked us in the parents' bedroom. I had to undress naked. She held my surgically treated penis in her hand for a long time, examining it, turning it over and over and glancing at the new big hole. "They said I have to bathe it in hot chamomile tea twice a day for two weeks, morning and afternoon, and then do it with my hand twice in a row so you can ejaculate properly." I had remembered that she should do it three times a day (but only once), but I didn't object. Why should I? There was nothing wrong with that; doctors always know what to do. "I've never done it with my hand before because I thought you had to do it yourself. But the doctor explained to me exactly why it's necessary. Two weeks, then a check-up, and then another three weeks. All right, little one?"

I have to add a thought here. Back then, after the war, most people were poor. There was no money for bras and underwear, so many women remained naked under their skirts or housedresses unless it was winter. It had long been a challenge for me to catch a glimpse of her full breasts beneath my mother's worn housedress. Far more important, however, was searching for the slit under the housedress, slits like the ones my sisters had. But Mom had a short-cropped bush of light hair there; at first, no slit was visible, even though she wasn't wearing panties. She usually cut the bush very short, so I could sometimes see her clit peeking out cheekily and pertly through her slit.

Mom brought in the hot chamomile tea and pulled the housedress up to her navel. "Yes," she said with a grin, "now, for once, you can gape, so your cock gets hard and stiff!" I gaped and gaped, having never seen her so naked before. She carefully dipped my cock into the chamomile tea and rubbed it just a little bit. Was it her touch or the hot tea? In any case, I squirted quickly, and the little white worms swam in the tea. But now, after the operation, I no longer squirted in thin jets, but in thick, fat jets! I looked at my mother, perplexed, but she seemed to be happy what was going on. I was still just beginning to awaken sexually, playing doctor with my older playmates, and knew absolutely nothing else. They had shown me their pussies, but I wasn't allowed to touch them, never to open their slits with my fingers. I was completely sexually ignorant back then, like a sack of potatoes.

After a few minutes, my mother took my cock out of the tea. "They said I have to do it for you, right after the chamomile tea, twice in a row, with my hand, okay?" They, that was the people at the hospital, of course. She lightly took my semi-erect cock in her hand. "And you're not doing it yourself yet, are you?" she asked inquiringly. I had no idea what she meant. She grumbled, "Now let's make it hard again, because you can watch again." She inserted her middle and ring fingers into her slit and finger-fucked herself until her thighs trembled and my cock was hard again. She nodded and began rubbing my cock. I felt my lower abdomen warming. As warm as it had been back then, when she explained it to me and inserted her index finger between her curly hair, sliding it in and out. "That's how you fuck," she had explained. After a while, she moaned loudly and pulled out her index finger, and I felt quite hot as she spread her labia with her fingers, allowing me to look deep into her fuckhole. "So, now you've seen everything, and now get out," she said back then, continued to fuck herself with two fingers again as I walked out.

But now she was doing something she'd never done to me before. She rubbed my cock, she rubbed my hard, stiff cock in long, slow strokes. She was trying hard, but she kept smiling into my eyes. "So, do you have to cum yet?" she asked, and I shook my head. "Like in the tea?" I asked timidly. "The little white worms?" She nodded. "Yes, that's called cumming," she confirmed. "They said I have to do it twice a day after the chamomile tea, twice so the new opening doesn't scar-over or close-itself again. Originally, she only wanted me to do it three times a day." It sounded right, somehow.

She rubbed me for about a quarter of an hour, then I gasped, "Mom, I think I'm coming!" and then it spurted in thick jets up and over her hand. She beamed because the new hole was obviously working perfectly. She licked her hand and looked at my cock. "It's still half-hard, my son!" she remarked with a smile. In the short pause afterwards, she circled a finger on her clit until her thighs were shaking and trembling again, and my cock was hard again with sheer horniness. Sometimes she only rubbed her clit halfheartedly, but it still excited me. But usually she did it until her legs were shaking and trembling, and that's how I understood what the clit was for. Then she did it to me with her hand again, cupped my cock, and started rubbing again. The fog in my mind gradually cleared; it was now clear how the procedure worked. She had to rub gently so the stitches around my glans wouldn't tear.

It took a little longer for it to rise again. "It's coming, Mom, it's coming!" I breathed, and the full load flowed thick and sticky over her fingers. "Yes, that's exactly right!" she commented with a satisfied smile, staring unwaveringly at the new hole from which it was oozing. She held my cock for a while longer, as it gradually shrank. She licked the goo off her fingers and then off my cock. "Don't worry, it's not poisonous and there aren't any little babies swimming in it yet," she said, alluding to the former sex education session.

She straightened her clothes, and I got dressed again. All that squirting made me really tired, but it was simply wonderful. I once asked her exactly what the doctor had instructed her to do, but she didn't answer.

We children wondered what went on in the bedroom when she locked herself in there with Uncle Luke or Uncle Jack in the afternoons. I was worldly-wise convinced that she was having sex with them, absolutely certain! But my sisters clapped their hands over their mouths, "Oh no, never! Mom never let strange uncles fuck her. No! Never! The bedroom was the only place in the house where you could discuss adult matters undisturbed." But since the sex education session, I was convinced that she was letting those despicable creatures fuck her, it was that simple. The argument about whether or not Mom would let the strange men — who, of course, weren't real uncles — fuck her was bitter and long-winded; we even considered ways to spy on them.

Mom rubbed me twice a day, twice in a row, and I stared at her naked pussy as if hypnotized. Then we had to go back to the doctor, who removed the stitches around my glans. While the doctor talked to my mother, the nurse with the mustache led me into a small room and unbuttoned my pants. She took my cock in her hand, testing it, turning it over and over. "So, can you really squirt yet, little one?" she asked kindly, but I stayed buttoned up. "I don't know," I hummed miserably. It was none of her business, by God! "And," she continued, "do you already have a little girlfriend to fuck?" That was easy to answer. "My playmates guard their hymens like dragons; there's no fucking going on there. Before the operation, they made me squirt three to five times an afternoon because they found the act of my squirting so hot." She nodded, as if satisfied. "Now you'll soon be able to squirt like a grown-up while fucking, and your girls will definitely appreciate that," she said, but I still couldn't imagine it. Then she began to rub me, just like my mother. My eyes lit up because it felt wonderful. She took off the rubber glove and continued with her bare hand. It was really, really wonderful. The only thing that bothered me was that the nurse was buttoned up all the way to the top; neither her breasts nor her slit were visible, unfortunately. Finally, she had me squirt into a small round bowl, dressed me again, and brought me back. The doctor bent over the microscope under which the bowl lay. She nodded to my mother, "Everything's fine, Mrs. Faber!" she said, and let us go home.

The procedure continued for three more weeks. Mom put my cock in the hot chamomile tea and let little white worms squirt into the tea. Then Mom rubbed my cock twice in a row and made me cum on her fingers. The first time, she made me cum high in the air; the second time, my cum oozed, oozed, and dripped between her fingers; the pressure was missing. Each time, she licked the cum off her fingers and off my cockhead. Every time afterward, I was tired and sad. Yet every day I asked her, "Mom, why can't I fuck you like Uncle Luke or Uncle Jack?" She looked me in the eyes with hard, hard eyes. "Why do you ask such nonsense, every day?" she grumbled. "My body belongs only to me and Dad since he took my virginity 15 years ago. To him alone!" she insisted. "And what happened to Luke and Jack is none of your damn business, none of it!" She thought for a moment. "Don't tempt me, Jack! I find it so hard to say no myself, so please don't tempt me!" I looked at her with wounded eyes. I wasn't allowed to tempt her, that was bitter.

As disappointed as I was that she wouldn't let me fuck her, my suspicions grew even stronger that Uncle Luke and Uncle Jack sometimes fucked her in the afternoons. Those miserable creatures. And of course, I argued with my sisters about it.

For three weeks, I stared at her slit, tormenting her with questions about when I would finally be allowed to fuck her, which she indignantly rejected. "You can't fuck your mother, that's not possible!" she hissed, and I countered, "We could at least try!" I was very hurt because she persistently denied having sex with Luke or Jack. "I discuss things with them that aren't suitable for children." Blah, blah. Who would believe that? Certainly not me. I sensed quite clearly that she was blatantly lying to my face, because of course she let Luke and Jack take turns fucking her, absolutely. No one seemed to care that she let these strange uncles fuck her; neither my sisters nor my dad jumped on board. Dad warned me not to think up such filthy things, she was my mother after all! Dad was either blind or very stupid. It was very disappointing. (Much later, it turned out to be Dad's doing; his two comrades from the POW camp were supposed to take good care of Mom's sexual needs.)

Five weeks had passed since I came home from the hospital. My mother looked at me seriously. "Today was the last chamomile tea, the last rubbing. You're a big boy now and you have to squirt yourself; it's over for me." I was unhappy because it was so nice to lie in front of her with my legs spread and let her rub me to squirt, damn it! But I remembered, they said five weeks, so it wouldn't scar or go closed, the new hole. I walked with my shoulders slumped.

At least my older sister Lena was interested in watching me rubbing and squirting. She thought it was hot, she said. She was also the only one I told about the sex talk. She nodded in agreement because she knew all about it. Except for the part about the index finger.

My mother stuck her index finger in and quickly moved it in and out, I told Lena. "That's how fucking's done," Mom had said, panting after a while, "the index finger is like the man's cock, who gets to fuck this pussy." I nodded and waited until Mom finished the fucking demonstration minutes later. She was shaking violently and then slowly withdrew her index finger. "The man squirts the little baby into my hole, that's how it's done," she concluded the demonstration and dismissed me. I could see the fire in her eyes as she sent me away and reached for her pussy again. I was stupid enough at the time to think that Mom just loved fucking herself with her index finger. But the longer I thought about it, the stupider it seemed to me. The finger couldn't squirt, so what's the point? And so I began to suspect that she was letting Luke or Jack fuck her when she locked herself in the bedroom with one of those scoundrels. Yes, that must have been the case! I quickly forgot about finger fucking.

My sister couldn't put anything in her, not her index finger, and not even my cock. Her fuckhole was still closed, and she still had a hymen that prevented that, even though we both would have loved to fuck.

That summer, my mother introduced showering together. Perhaps because of the water consumption or because we had gotten a brand-new shower. In any case, the four of us, my sisters, mother, and I, cavorted completely naked in the bathroom. I had to shower first, and after she had soaped me thoroughly, she squatted down to direct the stream of water precisely onto my glans. I stared at her pussy, which had opened slightly in her squatting position, revealing her clit and large fuck hole to my staring gaze. Of course, she must have noticed me staring, but she was apparently indifferent. I rubbed my cock slowly and deliberately; the warm stream of water felt good. Soon I came. I thrust my cock forward and squirted in the direction of the girls. The mother grinned crookedly, only little Anni pouted, because she hated being squirted on.

I sat down on the small stool and held my cock in my hand. Mother washed little, water-shy Anni first, then devoted herself extensively to her asshole and slit. Then it was Lena's turn, and Mother devoted herself to her asshole and her reddened slit, because Lena really masturbated a lot. I shot a few jets in her direction, which Lena acknowledged with a mischievous giggle. Now Mom took her own shower and Lena steered the water jet, washing herself thoroughly and pulling her labia apart to wash her deep fuckhole. At the sight of her fuckhole and clit, I gave up all restraint and squirted as hard as I could, even though my sisters stared in amazement.

Mother herded the girls into the nursery. I stood right in front of her, held her hips, and my cock slid into her fuckhole as if by itself, deep inside. She froze with tears in her eyes and held me like a vice. "I've told you a hundred times, a son should never fuck his own mother! And that's it!" She closed her eyes, perhaps feeling the sensation of my cock deep in her fuckhole. Only a few moments later did she roughly push me back. I loved how she stared at my cock with tear-filled eyes, full of disgust and shame, and how her face lit up as soon as my cock slid into her fuckhole as if by itself.

I really liked those shower evenings. I could cum under the warm water and then always pushed my cock into my mother's fuckhole, even if only for a few seconds. She hesitated longer and longer after I had already started to cum during penetration. She roughly pushed me back when I had finished squirting, and she weeped with shame and disgust every time. But I didn't mind at all. Of course, I wasn't fucking my mom back then. After every shower or bath we hugged each other, I held her tight and just let my cock slide in deeply. She smiled. We didn't move, and I let it all squirt in. I squirted with anger because I despised Luke and Jack so deeply. Mom's tears didn't move me much. And she must have liked it somehow, too; she would have attacked me like a fury if she hadn't liked it at all, wouldn't she?

It would take until the end of the summer, though, for me to become a man. Ilona, my mother's youngest sister, came to visit for three weeks. She was probably about 20 or younger at the time. She had always taken me to her heart, kissing and hugging me as if I were her son. Now she arrived, wet and sweaty, and went straight to the bedroom to change. "Come in," she trilled happily, closing the door behind me. I had to sit on the edge of the bed while she undressed in front of the wardrobe and its large mirror. She must have noticed me following her movements, staring at every speck of nakedness. She had worn a bra and underwear on the trip, and now she removed her bra with seductive slowness. My eyes stared, enchanted, at her sweet, small breasts.

"Well, you look like you've never seen a girl before!" she said with a cheeky grin. An experienced man would have known immediately what she was up to. "So, tell me, how are things on the girls-front? Ever fucked, huh?" I answered immediately. "No, Aunt Ilona. I had surgery just six months ago so I can really squirt while fucking," trickled from my lips. You could talk to Ilona about anything, even the most secret secrets. "Yes," she said, looking at herself carefully in the mirror, wearing only panties. "Your mom told me: chamomile tea and rubbing your new cock to make you squirt, twice in a row. And you were probably staring up her housedress like a vulture, you little rascal, weren't you!?"

I nodded, crestfallen. "And I asked her every day if I could fuck her like a pro!" I said bitterly. Ilona laughed. "No, she's too prudish for that, Jacky! A son isn't allowed to fuck his own mother, am I right?" I nodded and admired her; she always knew everything. "And she's only been doing that thing with her index and middle fingers for a few years, every day, even though Dad is away during the week. I used to sleep next to her in the marital bed, and she would unashamedly fuck herself with her index and middle fingers until she had an orgasm. Yes, my sister and her finger play!" she laughed brightly. I understood perfectly well that Mom let herself be finger-fucked, but not by her son. I then mentioned the shower evenings, but Ilona already knew. "You're a little rascal, brazenly ramming your cock into her night after night! But she'll never really allow it, Jacky, she's too prudish for that!"

"And she locks herself in the bedroom when Uncle Luke or Uncle Jack come to visit!" I growled in a bitter voice. Ilona burst out laughing again. "I don't understand what she likes about those good-for-nothings either, they're probably just good at fucking!" I almost choked. Ilona saw it, "What did you think they were doing? Reading the newspaper or listening to the radio? Oh come on, you're not a little kid anymore! Of course she lets those good-for-nothings fuck her, she almost told me that herself!" I was somehow stunned now that Ilona had said it. "Do you think Mom lets them fuck her, really fuck her?" I asked, astounded. "Of course, Jacky, it's no secret! Your mom loves to fuck, and it's only because she's so prudish that she hasn't let you have a real fuck yet! But I know how much it bothers her."

Ilona was still looking at her wonderful body in the mirror, stroking it with pleasure. "And what else on the girls-front?" Ilona continued to probe gently. I lowered my head. "Lena loves watching me rub and squirt. Anni is probably still too young, she doesn't give a damn. Lena lets me fuck her a little sometimes, but only up to her hymen. She guards it like a dragon. But she finds it disgusting to have to clean my cum out again, honestly. But she's not bitchy, and when she's older, she'll gladly let me fuck her properly, she promised." Ilona nodded, "and nothing else new? Lisa, Marie, or Yasmin?" I shook my head. No, they only participate in the doctor games as far as Lena does; they all guard their hymens like dragons! I'm only allowed to fuck them very close to the front, barely touching their hymen. But they compete to see who can let me cum inside them the most. A truly naughty clique of girls, I can only say!"

Ilona smiled. She looked at me in the mirror as she obscenely slowly removed her panties. My heart raced when I saw the delicate blonde fuzz, when I saw her slit. She turned to me, and she was so close she was almost brushing against me. "So, how about it? Don't you want to play a game?" Her voice cooed, and I didn't know how to respond. Games?

Ilona sat on my lap, our faces almost touching. Her knees on either side of my hips. My eyes slid down to her pussy. My heart stumbled, and the lump in my throat choked me. Ilona reached down, unzipped my pants, and pulled out my cock. I almost fainted with embarrassment, because it was already rock hard. Ilona nodded slowly. "A really good piece, it seems to me, your mother wasn't exaggerating. I haven't seen a boy that big in a long time," she whispered, "you're not a boy anymore, you're a teenager!" It took my breath away as she laboriously inserted my cock into her fuck hole, panting. It felt just as good as Lena's entrance to her hymen. But Ilona let my cock penetrate deep until it couldn't go any deeper. "Let's ride, Jacky, just a little bit!"

We began to rock, up and down. I was dazed; my cock had never felt anything so soft and tender. Ilona had her eyes closed, held onto my hips, and let her pigtails dangle back. We rocked for minutes, and I whispered, "Ilona, I'm coming!" and she just nodded, and now she rode me even harder and faster. My cum spurted in thick, hard jets, and I bit her shoulder to keep from screaming in bliss. Ilona smiled. "No danger today," she whispered softly. I left my stiff cock in her fuck hole and rested my forehead on her virgin breasts.

After a while, Ilona whispered, "Your cock is still hard, Jacky. Want to do it again?" She didn't even wait for my answer and began to rock me, riding me. I joined in, because she seemed to really enjoy it. Her rhythm got faster and faster, she threw her head back, and her face contorted as if in pain. I spurted in again, my cum flooding her fuckhole to the brim. She opened her mouth in a silent scream, her fuckhole clamping and milking my cock as if she wanted to suck it dry to the last drop. We held each other tightly and stopped rocking.

Ilona pulled out my flaccid cock, a gush of my juice shot out. She kissed the top of my head. "Was that your first time, Jacky?" she whispered, and I nodded, tired and completely exhausted. "It was a nice first time, I think. And we can do it again, if you like, maybe even more often." I nodded gratefully. Sleep almost overcame me. "I can't go on, Ilona," I managed to say, "I shot all my juice in!" She nodded and smiled. "That's exactly how it's done, Jacky, that's how you fuck a real woman!"

I lay there for a while she dressed and put on perfume. "It should remain our secret, Jacky," she said quietly, "others certainly wouldn't understand!" I got up and we left her bedroom together.

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