How I Became a Student

Hello to all readers of erotic stories. I've reread a lot on this site, some things I liked to the point of terrible aching in my lower belly, but some things turned out to be complete nonsense.

I want to tell a story that actually happened to me, but it was a very long time ago and I'm terribly ashamed that it happened to me. And so I'll begin.

The school years ended, eleven years flew by like a moment, and it was time to enter some university. And since my mom and I live alone, she had to run around with me. After combing through all the educational institutions in the city and finding the most suitable one in terms of cost, I enrolled as a programmer,

which I really liked, as I've had an affinity for computers since childhood. The university also had a dormitory where I was supposed to live so as not to bother my mom's relatives, of whom there were many in the city. But for now, we settled at my mom's sister's, Aunt Rita's place. After all this successful running around, we went home; Aunt Rita was at work at the time. Entering the one-room apartment, we took turns changing clothes, because my mom never allowed me to see her naked; she always closed the doors.

I put on shorts and a T-shirt, and mom put on her home robe, and we—or rather, mom—started preparing something for us to eat, while I went to the bathroom to wash off the summer heat and freshen up. When I came out, mom went in after me, and I went to the kitchen where a hastily prepared lunch was on the table. I sat down at the table and waited for mom to come out. Then I heard the water running in the bathroom, and I don't know what, but something pushed me to do this. I took a chair, went to the bathroom door, stood on it, and started peeping at mom. I had never done this before, but it happened. The door was somehow shorter than its frame at the top, and it was right at my eye level. What I saw there blew my mind. Mom was standing in the shower, pouring water over herself and stroking her breasts. She was a plump woman, and her breasts were quite large. She caressed them, twisting her large nipples with her fingers, her mouth slightly open with pleasure. Of course, at my age, it's silly to say I didn't know what mom was doing to herself, but I didn't judge her, as she hadn't had a man since her divorce from my father, who drank a lot and cheated.

At that moment, mom started directing streams of water between her legs, and I saw her hairy pussy for the first time—not up close, of course, but just her curly triangle. She ran the streams over her pussy, and with her other hand, she inserted it into her slit and started moving it quickly. After a few seconds, she twitched and moaned loudly as she came. All of this made things stir seriously between my legs. But then I saw mom turning off the faucet. I quietly got off the chair and went back to the kitchen.

Mom appeared a couple of minutes later, invigorated and flushed from the pleasure she had received, in her tight-fitting robe that was a bit above the knees—something I hadn't paid attention to before.

We had some tea and went about our own business. I sprawled on the wide sofa reading magazines, and mom sat in an armchair watching something on TV. I was looking at a magazine, but the image of my naked mom wouldn't leave my head, and my shorts started to bulge a bit in the front. Flipping further, on one of the pages was an advertisement for erotic products featuring a girl in a very vulgar pose. She was on her knees with her back to me, and all her charms were looking right at me. And my dick stood up at full attention. But I didn't get a chance to examine that girl in detail because mom came over to me and, saying, "What is this?" lightly hit my erect member. Even from the not-so-strong hit, it hurt, and I cried out. Mom, as if to comfort me, grabbed my erect dick, saying, "Sorry, sorry," and stroked it. That sent a lightning bolt through my head and a shockwave through my whole body. I had never experienced anything like that because I hadn't slept with anyone yet. There had been girls, but it never got to sex—I don't know if I was afraid or shy. And then mom realized she was doing something wrong and quickly removed her hand.

There was a slight pause, and to defuse the situation, she took that very magazine, saying, "What are you reading here?" and opened that same page. "Well, that's tempting," mom said and was about to say something else, but then the phone rang. She picked up. "She's not here, she's at work." With those words, mom hung up. I was already sitting and had put my magazines on the table. "Who called?" I asked mom. "I don't know, it was for Rita."

Then mom suggested going for a walk around the city, and I gladly agreed. We explored everything up and down: the museum, the market, and a few other places. The city was, of course, beautiful and huge compared to our village—there was plenty to see and plenty of people to look at. It was summer, after all, and the girls tempted me with their short skirts and slender legs. I turned my head from side to side, thinking it would fall off. Mom saw all this and smiled playfully. Next, we went into a grocery store to buy something for dinner, since Aunt Rita would come home from work and would need to be fed. And to celebrate my admission, mom bought two bottles of red wine. Then we walked along a street with many enticing shop windows, and on one of them was the sign "SEX SHOP."

— Interesting," mom said. "I wonder what's in there.

— Mom, they sell what you saw in that magazine today." I noticed mom's eyes light up. "Let's go in and look. I've never seen one; it's very interesting." I resisted, but mom pulled me along. We went inside. I thought we'd be alone, but it turned out we weren't. There were quite a few people there, both men and women, all looking and choosing something. Mom's eyes darted around. We walked for a long time because there was a lot to see. And near the display with vibrators, mom stopped dead in her tracks. They were of different sizes, and I saw surprise in her eyes, and her chest started rising much more frequently. After walking and looking a bit more, I couldn't stay there any longer—I felt uneasy in my groin—and I told mom, "It's too stuffy in here. If you want, you can look some more, and I'll go outside and wait," taking the grocery bags with me. Mom agreed. And she wasn't there for about twenty minutes. During that time, a bunch of sexually enticing girls in short skirts passed by me, and I almost went completely crazy. And then mom appeared. She came out looking happy with a smile on her face. "Well, how was it?" I asked. "Did you like it?" "Yes, for a single woman, there's plenty to see." And she tugged my nose. We exchanged glances. And I understood her like no one else, because just as I hadn't had sex yet, she hadn't had it for a long time either.

Then clouds gathered in the sky, and I said we should head home. We went to the bus stop, and while waiting for our route, a fairly heavy rain started. The bus took a long time, and more and more people kept coming. And then it appeared. Everyone rushed to the door; we were pushed so as not to get separated, mom took my hand, and under the pressure of the crowd, we tumbled into the bus. There were a lot of people; everyone wanted to get inside because the rain hadn't stopped—on the contrary, it was coming down even harder. Everyone kept pushing until the bus was full, and we ended up in the middle of the aisle, pressed from all sides, face to face. We each had bags in one hand and held onto the overhead handles with the other, and our bodies were pressed very tightly together. We rode like that for 30 minutes to our stop. I looked at mom, and she looked at me; we were silent. I smelled her scent—the smell of perfume and dampness from the rain.

Mom was wearing a thin sundress with straps and a wide neckline. The bus swayed, people rubbed against each other, and then one strap started to slip and fell, slightly exposing mom's breast. I immediately fixed my eyes on this free show.

Mom saw where I was looking and whispered for me to fix the strap. I hesitantly let go of the handle and pulled up the strap. At that moment, the bus braked, and I fell onto mom, my hand landing on her breast. I felt awkward about it, but it wasn't my fault. At the next stop, even more people got on, and we were pressed even closer together. I felt her body with mine

and as the bus moved, my body started rubbing against mom's, and as a result of these rubs, oh horror, I got an erection. My little peg was pressing right into mom's crotch. I tried to turn away, but nothing worked. Then I noticed mom's eyes widen, and I realized she had felt my hard-on. I felt ashamed and turned my eyes away so as not to look at mom.

We rode like that to our stop, and then walked for another 15 minutes in the pouring rain. We came home soaked to the bone. We quickly started taking off our wet clothes because everything was very wet. Mom went into the room, and I started changing right in the hallway. The room was nearby, and I don't know why, but mom didn't close the door as she usually did—maybe she forgot in the rush. And I saw her take off her wet sundress. She was standing with her back to me and didn't see me looking. I saw the following: she reached her hands behind her back and started unfastening her bra. It fell, and her breasts, freed, swayed in different directions. Then her hands slid to the waistband of her beautiful lacy panties, which were clinging to her body. I didn't know mom wore such seductive lingerie. She started slowly pulling them down, halfway over her butt. I couldn't watch anymore, afraid of being noticed, and quietly went to the kitchen. Then she came out again in her robe, drying her hair with a towel, and said, "Well, we got soaked; I'm all wet." Then we started preparing dinner, set the table, and waited for Aunt Rita, who came about ten minutes later with the news that she couldn't celebrate my admission with us—she had been urgently sent on a business trip to a neighboring city, and the car was already waiting downstairs. Giving us a bottle of white wine, she quickly took a bath, changed, kissed me and mom, and left, leaving us alone.

— Well, so much for celebrating," mom said, a note of disappointment in her voice. "I thought we'd sit and celebrate; it's not every day you get into university, and so successfully at that." — "Well, don't be sad, mom," I said. "That means we'll celebrate just the two of us." And taking her by the hand, I led her to the kitchen. There, it seemed wrong to celebrate in the kitchen, so I suggested to mom that we move to the room, to which I got an approving answer. We took the table and moved it to the room closer to the TV and music center. I opened the bottle of wine, poured it into glasses, and mom turned on the TV.

— "Well," I said, "mommy, let's drink," and mom gave a very nice, long toast to my further studies. So we drank and ate the delicious dinner mom had prepared, talking about various topics. And after drinking so much, everything was swimming in my head—maybe from mixing alcohol; I had never drunk like that before. We drank all three bottles of wine. And I noticed mom was feeling very good too. Mom suggested drinking more, but I said there wasn't any left. "I'll check with my sister," she said, and swaying, she went to the kitchen, returning from there with two more bottles of champagne. Smiling playfully, she said, "Pour," and we drank another bottle, and my head was spinning in an unknown direction.

I was surprised by this because she practically never drinks, only on holidays, but apparently my admission was a holiday for her. Then she turned on the music channel and invited me to dance. I agreed. We danced for a long time, sometimes touching each other, and then slow music started playing. Mom came up to me, put her arms around my neck, and we started dancing. She pressed close and looked into my eyes. Then she rested her head on my chest, and I started inhaling the scent of her hair. My head was already spinning, and from her touch, it completely flew into space. Things stirred in my pants again, and I noticed I was getting hard for my mom for the third time that day. I was shocked by this, and then the music ended. Mom lifted her head and kissed me on the cheek, barely touching the edge of my lips. I sat on the sofa without looking at her, and she brought more champagne and suggested a toast to us. We drank, and then she swayed and fell on me, her hand landing in my crotch. I felt pain and cried out. "Mom, you've hit me there a second time. It already hurts, and you hit it again." "Sorry, son, I didn't mean to. Let me see what's wrong with it." And before I could object, she pulled my shorts down to my knees and started feeling it. And at her touch, my organ started to rise, and she felt it but didn't stop. It felt so good to me that I closed my eyes with pleasure, everything spinning. I felt her hands, which were no longer examining my injury but moving along my entire length. It was awesome; it was standing at full attention.

— "Well, it's not small," mom said, continuing to caress it. I didn't understand why all this was happening, but it felt very good. "And have you had anyone yet?" mom asked. "No," I replied. "And you haven't had sex?" "No." "Why not?" "I don't know, mommy. There were plenty of girls, but it never got to sex." "And you've never seen a naked woman?" "I'm ashamed to tell you." "But why? I'm your mom, and you can tell me everything." "No, mom, I haven't seen one, only felt through clothes, that's all."

— And do you want me to show you?" I protested that I couldn't look at my own mom. But she said, "Come on, I saw you looking at me when I was changing after the rain." "But how?" "From there, I saw your reflection in the window. And in the bus, you got hard for me, right?" "Right." "And do you know how wet my pussy got from that?" And with those words, she started taking off her robe, which, with just a tug on the belt, flew open, and all of mom's charms were revealed before me.

She took off her robe and climbed onto the sofa with me. Her large, round breasts swayed in different directions. I couldn't believe it—my mom was completely naked in front of me. She crawled toward me like a tigress, lifting her big butt up. Her gaze was wild; it could drive anyone crazy, including me. She took off my shorts along with my underwear and simply tore my T-shirt off me. I didn't understand what was happening to her.

Then she pulled me to her and started kissing me on the lips. I didn't react, but when she took my dick in her hand, everything in my head clouded over again, and I started passionately kissing her—my mommy. Then she lay on her back, spreading her full legs wide, and called me to her. I crawled over, and she said, "Well, look, my son, and learn." I started examining her hairy pussy, moving the labia apart, and touching everything everywhere. Mom started moaning softly. Something incomprehensible was happening to me. Then I heard her say, "Bring your head closer." I obeyed. "And now lick it." I hesitated, but she continued, "Don't be afraid, it's not disgusting at all; on the contrary, you'll like it, you'll see." And I did just that. I started licking mom's pussy, and she guided me on where and how to lick better.

That scent drove me crazy; I wanted to lick more and more. Then mom said, "Wait," and got on all fours with her butt toward me. And I went crazy up close—her butt turned out to be quite large. She spread her big buns and said, "Son, make mom feel good, please lick it. I can't take it anymore. This is pleasant too; you'll like it." I got behind her, touched her big butt, and started slowly licking mom's asshole. That tasted pleasant too. I licked her ass while with my other hand I caressed mom's pussy, from which a whole waterfall of love juice was flowing. After licking a bit more, mom wriggled her butt and came loudly and violently. She fell on her stomach and twitched for another two minutes, her body shaking in front of me. She rested a bit and said, "Well, now it's your turn." And she started touching my little peg, which was rising. After stroking it with her hand a bit, she took it into her hot mouth, sending a wave through my whole body. She sucked it passionately, deep-thro