My friend’s mom taught us sex education

Summer vacation arrived, and Gopi and I had been friends since childhood, and over the years, we’d developed a habit of watching porn together. Our houses are just 3 kilometres apart.

Then one lazy afternoon, Gopi had just called me up with urgency in his voice.

“I’ve got one with group sex in it,” he said. “Can you come over now? “Mom’s gone to grandma’s place.”

“Yeah, I’ll come quick,” I replied.

Gopi and I were both used to watching a lot of porn together since childhood. We usually buy pirated DVDs from vendors near the railway station. We used to watch porn on TVs rather than on mobile phones.

His father worked as a manager in a company, and his mom is a housewife. She is a bold woman. Both his mom and dad know me very much, as we have been friends since our childhood, and they care for me very well all the time whenever I’m at his place.

She had gone to her mother’s house that afternoon and wouldn’t be back till the night.

I was excited to watch the porn movie at my friend’s home, we usually watch it there only when their parents are out.

Within a few minutes, I was at his place. I rushed in, clutching the DVD.

“Hope the print is good this time,” I said, slotting it into the player. The TV came alive with the production company name Digital Playgrounds.

“Want something to drink?” Gopi asked.

“No”, I replied.

We sat down, as the movie titled ‘Back to school pussy’.

We watched the scene where the hottest school girls make the nerd boy suck their pussy. The intensity of the scene pulled us in. I could feel myself getting hard, and when I glanced at Gopi, he was in the same state.

“This is the best scene I’ve ever watched,” I said. “Do you mind if I pull out and stroke… You know?”

“Go ahead, just don’t cum on the floor,” he said.

I pulled my 5-inch uncircumcised dick out, and so did Gopi. His dick is just a little smaller than mine. We started stroking ourselves while the action heated up on screen. Just as things were reaching a peak, something happened that neither of us saw coming.

As the movie goes scene by scene,

Gopi and I were so engaged in watching the movie that we did not notice the door of the house opening. His Mom suddenly entered, and she saw us with our dicks out and watching a school teacher bent over and getting banged by a school boy.

“What the hell are you guys doing?” his Mom shouted.

She stood there, fuming, catching us red-handed. My dick was still out, the scene on TV showing the school boy ejaculating his cum inside the school teacher’s pussy.

“What the hell is this?” she shouted again.

She stormed towards Gopi and slapped him across the face. I was terrified. I had never seen her this angry.

She looked straight at me. “Since when you guys started watching shit like this?”

I dropped to her feet. “Sorry, aunty. This is the first time. This won’t happen again. Please don’t tell my parents.”

She didn’t believe us. She turned off the TV and searched the movie CDs box for any other porn DVDs. And she couldn’t find any as all the CDs had the same cover.

Our dicks are still out, Gopi’s dick is gone soft, and mine is semi-hard, but the pre cum is flowing down long, thin strands.
She crossed her arms and looked down at us,
We immediately came to consciousness and put our dicks back in our trousers.

“You two think watching this kind of filth is harmless?” she said sharply. “Porn like this twists your mind. It gives you a false image of sex, of women, of relationships.”

We stayed silent, not daring to interrupt.

“You’re both at an age where curiosity is natural. I understand that,” she continued. “But filling your heads with these disgusting, unrealistic fantasies will only damage your thinking. You won’t learn anything meaningful from it. Only addiction, shame, and confusion.”

Gopi nodded, still looking down. I swallowed hard, guilt gnawing at me.

“Masturbation… isn’t wrong,” she said. “It’s natural. Everyone does it. It’s your body, your release.”

Gopi and I glanced at each other, surprised by her sudden shift in tone.

“But watching porn is certainly a very bad thing,”
She paused, making sure we understood.

After the pause, we didn’t expect these words from mom: “Go ahead and finish what you’ve started, but without porn”. We were shocked to hear these words from his conservative mom.

“I didn’t mean to scare you boys,” she said, her voice softer now. “But holding back when you’re already aroused like this can be physically uncomfortable, even harmful. So just finish masturbating, but only without watching the porn”.

Both Gopi and I stand frozen, our embarrassment overwhelming. I quickly shook my head and muttered, “Aunty, I’m okay. I really don’t want to continue… I’m fine now.” My voice trembled, unsure whether it was fear or shame speaking.

She looked at me steadily, her expression unreadable. “No, listen,” she said, her tone calm but serious. “You started masturbating. If you stop and bury that discomfort, it doesn’t go away; it builds confusion and shame. I don’t want that for you. I need you to be ok”

I glanced at Gopi, who was just as stunned, unsure of what to do or say.

“If you don’t finish now, I’ll have to involve your parents. Not to punish you, but so they know how to guide you, too.”

I took a deep breath, still unsure, but then a thought crossed my mind—this was Gopi’s mom. I had known her my whole life. She had always treated me with kindness, like one of her own. I knew she wasn’t here to humiliate us or make us feel small. “She’s not going to judge us,” I told myself quietly. “She’s always been cool, always open.” That gave me a little courage. I glanced at Gopi beside me. His eyes met mine for a second, and I could tell he was thinking the same thing. He looked nervous, but not scared anymore, just unsure, like I was. There was a kind of silent understanding between us, something unspoken that said, okay… maybe we can finish this, get past the awkwardness.

With a quiet, mutual understanding, both Gopi and I hesitantly reached down, pulling our fully relaxed dick out —more out of compliance than desire.

The atmosphere was nothing like before. I was thrilled to pull my dick out in front of his mom, but the awkwardness became more apparent when his mom saw my hand holding my dick in it.

We began stroking slowly, almost mechanically, but nothing happened. A minute passed, then another. There was no reaction, no arousal—only an overwhelming sense of self-awareness and discomfort. Our minds were clouded not by desire, but by confusion.

I glanced at Gopi again. His eyes were downcast, his hand still, clearly feeling the same way I did.

The silence in the room was suffocating. Our hands moved half-heartedly, but our minds were paralysed, caught between fear and shame.

Then, Gopi’s mom sighed.
“You boys aren’t even hard anymore,” she observed, her voice softer now, almost sympathetic.”You’re too tense. That’s not how it works.”

I swallowed, my throat dry. What does she expect us to do?
She hesitated for a moment, then said something that sent a jolt through my entire body. “Maybe you need… a little help.”

Then his mom did something that we’ll never forget in our lives.

She reached for the end of her saree, her pallu, and slowly, deliberately, pulled it aside, exposing the deep cleavage of her blouse. She let her pallu fall on the floor, exposing her stomach and hip area. Her skin is so smooth and clear. I was staring at this view while Gopi was still in shock.
He couldn’t believe that her conservative mom was revealing her body to us. Gopi made a choking sound beside me.”Maa-?!”

Let me describe her first. Gopi’s mother is a traditionally conservative Indian housewife in her early 40s. She is tall and fair in colour. She wears her sarees in a modest, well-kept style—usually with neat pleats and a tightly pinned pallu. Physically, she has a 36-34-40 curvy body.
Her skin is smooth and wheatish.

Let’s come back to the situation,
Her expression was firm, but not angry.”Don’t overthink it,” she said.”Just look if it helps. And finish quickly.” I couldn’t believe this was happening. Gopi’s mom -the woman who’d scolded us minutes ago-was now standing there, allowing us to look at her so that we could… finish?

Gopi was just as stunned, his eyes flicking between his mom’s exposed deep cleavage and his own limp dick, as if unsure where to focus.
“Don’t stare like that,” she chided, but there was no anger in her tone.”Just use it. And hurry up.”

The command sent another pulse of heat through me. My strokes became firmer, faster. Gopi, still in disbelief, started stroking again. I saw his penis gaining some length again.

Gopi and I continued stroking ourselves, but our movements were stiff, forced. The initial shock of his mom exposing her cleavage had sent an awkwardness to me, but now, the reality of the situation was sinking in.

Our dicks were hard, but we couldn’t feel anything other than the erection of our penis, maybe caused by fear. We struggled to finish the masturbation.

Gopi’s mom watched us for a moment, her expression unreadable. She let out a sigh and said, “I think cleavage doesn’t work for you.” Her hands were moving towards the centre of her chest, where the blouse hooks were. “Maybe this will help you,” she said.

I never expected this to come from her. She began to undo the hooks of her blouse, the fabric slipping from her shoulders. She just removed the blouse and kept it on the nearby table. Now Gopi’s mom is just standing with a black bra on top and a loosened saree below the waist. Her hands went to her back and started to untie the bra. Gopi and I were awestruck. She casually removed her bra, and the bra fabric slowly slid down, revealing her bare boobs to us. Her round boobs and dark nipples were fully exposed now. “I think this will work, just finish it already”, she said.

We both were staring at her perky boobs, “Don’t stare, finish it fast”, she said.

Even though we were in shock, Gopi and I kept stroking ourselves, but our hands moved awkwardly, without any real rhythm. At first, the sight of his mom’s exposed breast had boosted our joy. Our dicks were rock hard, but some unknown tension stopped us from reaching climax. We tried to keep going, but the discomfort made it impossible to finish. I even started to feel the pain in my hand caused by long minutes of stroking.

Then, with a sigh, she slowly walked over to the sofa and sat down, smoothing her saree beneath her. I was staring at the hip curves when she sat on the sofa.

She ordered us to turn to her side and come near the sofa, which is one step away.

We were thinking What was she doing?

We moved near the sofa, Gopi on the left side of his mom, and I was on the right side. Our hands are still stroking our dicks. It was just a feet distance between us and his mom.

She looked at us, her gaze steady.”You boys are too nervous,” she said. “At this rate, you’ll never finish.”

Then, without warning, she reached out-her hands moving toward us.

I flinched.

Before I could react, her fingers wrapped around my shaft. Warm. Firm. My body shivered.
On the other hand, she reaches and holds his penis too.

“Aunty, what are you doing?” I said in a shivering, low voice.
Gopi made a strangled noise beside me as she took hold of him, too.
“Just relax,” she said.
Her voice is low but commanding.”Let me help you.” Her grip was confident, her strokes slow but deliberate. My body reacted instantly, blood rushing back into my cock, thickening under her touch. I’m still shivering.

As she strokes us in sequence, Gopi’s breath hitches, his hips twitching forward involuntarily. His mom didn’t stop-she adjusted her rhythm, her fingers gliding smoothly over his length as well. The room was silent except for our ragged breathing and the slick sound of her hands working us. I couldn’t look away from her face, her lips slightly parted.

Gopi’s breath came in short gasps, his cock pulsing in her grip.”Maa-I’m–”

“Finish,” she ordered.

“Ah-Maa-!” He moaned sharply.

With a sharp gasp, his hips jerked forward. The first thick jet of his cum erupted, landing in a hot, sticky stripe across his mom’s exposed boobs.

She didn’t flinch, didn’t stop. Her fingers tightened slightly, milking him as the second spurt followed, splashing higher onto her boobs again.

“Nngh-!” Gopi’s thighs trembled, his back arching as the third and fourth pulses shot out. His mom kept stroking, slower now, coaxing out every last drop until he was panting, spent. The room was thick with the scent of his sperm. She was still lazily stroking his softening dick, and then she let her grip go from his soft, relaxed dick.

Then, her dark eyes flicked to me. I was frozen, my own cock throbbing in her other hand. I hadn’t expected this-hadn’t imagined this-but my body didn’t care. Every nerve was on fire.

I was intentionally holding my orgasm, curious to see how far this would go. My body was tense, my breath shallow, every nerve alight with anticipation.

Her dark eyes locked onto mine.” Why are you so tense? Relax and finish, I think my hand is not working for you. Is it okay if I use my mouth?” she asked, her voice low, almost hesitant.

Before I could even process the question, she did something that sent an electric shock through me, straight from my dick to my whole body.
Her tongue flicked out, she squeezed my penis foreskin and licked the tip of my dick, lapping up the thick strands of pre-cum leaking from me.

“Ah-!” My hips jerked involuntarily. The sensation
It was overwhelmingly warm, wet, and so much better than my own hand.

Gopi, still catching his breath beside me, let out a choked noise. He couldn’t believe her mom licked his best friend’s cock. His eyes were locked in her lips and my cock.

With another slow, deliberate lick, she swirled her tongue around my dickhead. She was tasting my tip and dickhead with her licks. My dickhead is now well soaked in her saliva.

Then her lips tightly sealed around my dickhead, she slowly took my dick into her mouth deeply, her tongue pressing against the underside of my cock as she began to blow my dick. My dick is seated on her tongue comfortably and moving in and out. The feeling of rubbing my cock on her tongue was heaven. I had never felt anything like this. My virgin dick, untouched by any woman before, was now being expertly sucked by my best friend’s mom. The wet, rhythmic sounds filled the room, mixing with my ragged breathing.
She took me deeper, her throat relaxing as she sucked more of my length into her mouth. Her hand stroked what she couldn’t fit, her fingers scratching my balls. I was losing control.
I gasped, my fingers digging into the back of her head. My thighs trembled, my balls tightening. I was slowly thrusting my hip to go deep into her mouth. Her mouth and my hip are reciprocating in the same rhythm.

I was fucking her mouth for more time, I saw Gopi was rubbing his cock again, by seeing his mom giving a blowjob to his best friend.

After several minutes of blowjob, “Aunty-I’m gonna-” I moaned.

She didn’t stop. Instead, she said “hmm” while blowing me. She hums around my cock, the vibration sending another jolt through me.

That was it.

With a sharp cry, I came, my hips bucking forward and my hands pulling her head into my dick deeper, as the first thick rope of cum shot straight down her throat. She didn’t pull away. Instead, she sucked harder, her tongue massaging the underside as I pulsed again and again. My hands gripped her head, fingers tangling in her hair as I emptied myself into her mouth. The orgasm seemed endless, wave after wave of my hot sperm into her mouth, for every cumshot, my hip thrusting my dick inside her mouth.

Finally, when the last thrust of my dick passed, she sucked out the last drop of the cum from my penis, and I let go of her. Then she pulled back slowly, licking her lips. A thin strand of cum still connected her mouth to my twitching cock before she wiped it away with her fingers. Gopi was staring, his mouth open, his own softening dick still glistening.

Mom sat back, her expression unreadable.”Better?” she asked, her voice calm, as if she hadn’t just given me the most intense orgasm of my life.

I could only nod, my body still trembling.

She stood up, took her bra & blouse in hand.”Now clean yourselves up,” she said firmly. “What I did was to show you that real touch is different from porn. You can even think of this incident and masturbate, for that only I did this,” she said.

She said to Gopi, “No one should know what just happened here.” She looked at me and added, “Same for you, too”

“Yes, Aunty. You do not worry. We will keep this as a secret”, I replied excitedly.

“If you boys feel tense and want to masturbate, please don’t watch porn. You can ask me for help, I’ll help you to get released” With that, she leaves the hall and goes into the bathroom.

Gopi turned to me, his eyes wide with disbelief. “Did that really just happen?” he whispered.
I grinned, still buzzing with excitement.”Yeah… and she even said we could ask for help if we needed to!”

Gopi shook his head, “But remember, this stays between us. No one can know.” Gopi added.

“Obviously!” I replied.
Then I went back to my home, and I again masturbated by imagining what just happened. I started thinking about taking things further with Gopi’s mom.

For the next few days, we were talking only about that incident. I don’t think Gopi felt any discomfort or guilt about the incident. We even talked about how to start the next encounter with her mom.

How we convinced his mom to fuck her will be said in the next part.
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