The sexual adventures of Lacey and Ricky – Chapter 9

Chapter 9 – Mom teaches Ricky a lesson

Ricky awoke early with a small problem. About six inches, to be exact. Not that he had ever measured it, of course. The problem was just a matter of morning wood. Well, it had been a week since the first time with mom. I am anxious to go again. I was not able to last nearly long enough. What was it, maybe five minutes?

Two nights this week we found time to sit down with the library book on Sexual Health. We had more lessons about the birds and the bees. Mom let me know that she had visited her doctor and had started taking the pill, but it would take time to kick in. Not sure how long that will take, but I can’t wait to do it again. I am surprised how much I have learned from my lessons, but I am itching to put it into practice.

It is still early Sunday morning. Mom is probably still out on her morning run. Maybe I should get up and make a little breakfast. “Woody” needs to go away, though. Going into the kitchen mom can be seen outside on the patio on her yoga mat doing her morning yoga. I am struck by her beauty. She is not a teenager anymore, but she has grace and confidence. She is filled out nicely but is not at all flabby.

This morning she is wearing shiny black yoga pants that fall just below the knees. In the privacy of our backyard, she is wearing a black matching sports bra as her top. As I watch, she is doing a cobra pose. She is laying on her stomach with upper body pulled up in a graceful arch. Her eyes are closed, toes stretched straight out. Mom’s tummy and breasts are stretched tight. What I am seeing is so beautiful that I want to remember this forever.

She held that position for a good while. Then she moved to assume the bow position. I opened the door and entered what felt like her private sanctuary. Her focus was broken and she looked up and smiled. She moved to a standing position with such ease and grace, it’s like she is weightless. She invited me to join her, motioning to a wicker chair as she sat down on her mat, cross-legged.

“You’re up early for a Sunday morning.” mom stated brightly. Grinning I said, “You look great this morning. Would you mind if I watched you?”

“Not sure if I can concentrate in the presence of spectators. OK, what the heck. How can I deny an adoring audience” mom said. She moved into the ‘head to knee’ position, held it momentarily, eyes closed. Then progressed into the ‘balancing stick’ position.

“I don’t know how you do that. So graceful.”

“It requires concentration and discipline.” she said with pride. “Do you have any requests?” she asked.

“Well, I don’t know.” I stammered. “Would you consider doing it topless?” I asked timidly. “That might be nice.”

Mom smiled a mischievous smile. Mom and I had grown closer and more open with each other with the lessons about sex that we had been sharing. Then, of course, was the fact that we did have sex once. Now she looked at me with lowered eyelids. “Would you like to help me with my top?”

“Sure, you know I enjoy helping you with chores,” I joked. “I don’t have a lot of experience removing ladies tops, though”

She stood to her feet. “I think you can figure it out. It might require a little exploration.” she joked back.

“Yeah, exploration sounds good.” I smiled, got up and went over to my mother. Coming up behind her, I put my arms around her and found the zipper that lay between her breasts. Slipping the fingers of my left hand inside the edge of one cup to get hold of the fabric, my right hand found the tab for the zipper. My growing erection was warmed by being pressed into my mom’s ass. She let me know she felt it by grinding her ass against me. After slowly pulling the zipper down, her breasts sprang free. Her nipples were already beginning to firm up and protrude in anticipation of what was to come.

Not wanting to disappoint, I slid my hands around and cupped a breast in each hand, feeling a nipple under each palm. They felt heavy as I hefted them and pressed them together. Mom moaned and let out a long breath as she leaned her head back. At this point, it occurred to me that I had once sucked on these same nipples as a small child and greedily drank her milk. I reached up and planted a kiss on her cheek near her ear. Then I nestled my nose against her ear for a moment. She turned her head to look back at me with a happy, languorous smile. We exchanged a brief kiss on the lips.

Breaking apart, I pulled mom’s bra free and let it slide to the floor. Moving back to the wicker chair, I took my seat for the show.