After a long day at school during which I did not even manage to catch a glimpse of Jennifer on the girl's side until the final bell rang, I walked her home. We swung our clasped hands between us as we negotiated the shabby city streets, and she frequently smiled up at me, a goofy smile on her angelic face, until finally she pulled me into a littered alley, pushed me against a brick wall, and kissed me hard. I kissed her back, boldly cupping one of her small breasts in my hand and pinching her stiffening nipple. "I can't wait for Lesson Four," she whispered shyly. "I dreamed all night about the things you might do to me...and when I woke up my panties were soaking wet."
My cock immediately came to rigid, aching attention from the half-master I had been sporting since last night.
When we got to her mother's modest row house she pulled me inside, shut the door, and kissed me soundly before running upstairs to change out of her school uniform. "Wait for me on the couch," she called as she scampered up the stairs. "Mom won't be home for hours yet. So maybe we ought to review Lesson Three..."
I went into the living room, my stiff cock tenting my pants. I certainly had a full load for her this time. I grasped my eager dick through my pants and squeezed it – just as I became aware of Mrs. C. already seated on the couch, her legs crossed demurely beneath a very short black skirt.
"Oh shit," I blurted, my face burning.
"Is that any way to greet me?" Mrs. C. purred. She patted the couch beside her. "Sit down here and talk to me while we wait for Jennifer to change her panties. Or maybe if she's smart she will just leave them off altogether."
I gingerly seated myself a respectful distance away from Mrs. C. She immediately slid over, crowding me, and taking my hand in hers. "So, Jack: Did you and Jennifer do your homework last night?"
I was still having trouble discussing this openly with my girlfriend's mother. Thoughts and images of last night's events were swirling in my head, making it difficult to even think, much less talk. "We, uh, touched each other a little...it was nice...."
"Very nice, I would guess, judging from the dreamy smile on my daughter's face this morning," Mrs. C. said archly. "I suspect that you relieved both your own pressure and hers as well." She squeezed my hand before disengaging hers and grasping my thigh. "Was it satisfactory for you?"
"Extremely," I said fervently.
Mrs. C. chuckled and whispered in my ear, "Was it as good for you as it was when you came in my mouth?"
I squirmed uneasily, my ears burning like molten iron. "Um, well, really...it lasted longer, anyway..." My face burned with humiliation, remembering how I had erupted in Mrs. C's throat on the very first stroke.
Mrs. C. laughed out loud and cupped my balls in her hand. "Don't worry about that. With a little practice you'll learn to make it last as long as you want." She began lightly scratching my stiff dick through my tented pants. "I don't think there's going to be a problem there. But you don't want to get in the habit of just shooting off every time something feels good." She squeezed my cock and I moaned. "This evening I want you to hold off as long as you can. Make her work for it a little. She needs to learn –"
"Time for your massage!" Jennifer tittered, bursting into the room, brandishing her bottle of body lotion. "MOM? WHAT are you DOING? Why are you even HERE so early?"
"Just checking out the size of Jack's tool," Mrs. C. said casually, maintaining a firm grasp on my meat. "I really think it's a bit more than you can handle at this point. Sit down here and I'll explain." She patted the couch on the other side of her.
Jennifer stood for a moment, stunned, before dropping the lotion bottle in my lap and slumping on the couch next to her mother. "Not acceptable," she muttered. "This is SO not acceptable."
"Now just calm down," Mrs. C. said. "I've been thinking things over and I realize that I have been neglecting my baby." She patted Jennifer's thigh tenderly. "I'm going to stop working late from now on. And I'm going to supervise the neglected aspects of your education before it's too late. You'll be going off to college soon, and if you and Jack plan to stay together, it's important that you start off the right way. The way you two have been fumbling around is almost certainly going to lead to disaster. So I'm going to help you."
It occurred to me that there was a strong possibility that Mrs. C. was not exactly sane in the traditional sense of the word. "Uh, maybe I ought to get out of here and let you two talk this out," I started lamely.
"You stay right there," Mrs. C. said.
"I don't care what you do!" Jennifer sobbed, rubbing her eyes. "I don't ever want to see you again! Discussing our most PERSONAL stuff with my MOM? And then I catch her holding your THING??"
"Now that's exactly what I'm talking about," Mrs. C. said. "Jealousy is the quickest way to drive a man away."
"So I'm just supposed to ignore it when I see him letting some SLUT play with his...THING?"
"I'll forgive you for that, one time," Mrs. C. said coolly. "And in fact, in this case he doesn't have any choice in the matter." She squeezed my softening cock and winked at me. "Do you, Sweetie?"
"I, ah, well..." I silently prayed that she would not find it necessary to mention what else we had done. I had dreamed all night of the taste of her, the feel of her lips closing around my rigid cock...."I only know that I love Jennifer more than anything, and I'll do whatever it takes to stay with her."
"But what about your famous religious principles," Jennifer said bitterly. "You're always preaching about mortal sins and all that –"
"Ignorant people," Mrs. C. began, "have somehow got the idea that all sex is sinful. Of course that is absolutely wrong. ADULTERY is a sin, obviously. But that is sex between two people who are married to someone else. None of us is married, so there is no harm in enjoying each other. What IS a deadly sin is masturbation. As the Bible says, 'It is better to sow one's seed in the belly of a whore than to spill it on the ground."
I cringed as I noted the fanatical light beginning to glow in her eyes. I longed to be somewhere else; anywhere else. But I also longed to slip my tongue into her dripping slit.
"OH GOD," Jennifer moaned. "I don't want to talk about this."
"Don't take the Lord's name in vain," Mrs. C. intoned. "And pay attention. I hold YOU responsible for causing Jack to spill his seed on the ground, thereby endangering his mortal soul. You should have come to me months ago, before this became a problem."
"Right," Jennifer muttered.
