Tor Kung - My Mother Taught Me

“Take your other hand now and pull my panties down,” Gunilla lectured me. “Here, kneel beside me, and you can do it better.”

I guess I was so excited that I forgot about myself and how, if I did this, my penis would be exposed. Because of that weird feeling of guilt, I was embarrassed about it, but it didn't matter. I got up on my knees and, using both hands, took the band on either side of her waist and started sliding it down. She lifted herself somehow. The flesh of her hips was smooth and supple, and my hands, touching it, trembled more and more.

“Feel my leg as you do it, Lars,” Gunilla was telling me. “Isn't it different than yours?” Complying eagerly, I ran my hands over her thighs, and intermittently pulled at the panties.

“Gosh, it sure is, Nilla,” I exclaimed in a small voice, still afraid and shy of her and all that was happening.

“There, now pull them off over my legs and ankles,” she directed, settling back and pulling her legs up to make it easier for me to do. I felt the fine curve of her long legs, and the delicate ankles-even daring to feel one as I took the panties off. She giggled again at this and said:

“Now, Lars, I'm all naked and all yours tonight. It's like we were on our magic carpet. Feel me wherever and however you like. Be free, Lars-and don't fear to do anything you want! You've never seen a girl, and you can't see me now. But you can feel me, and discover a lot that way. There must be many other things about a girl than my breasts that you'd like to know, and that you never dreamed about. So feel me. I'm your magic girl! I will permit you anything!”

All this time, rising and falling, but always going on, excitement and curiosity had been coming like waves stronger and stronger in me. Gunilla was so sweet and natural about everything, and my sense of guilt and shame was slipping further away. So, taking courage, aided by the dense dark where everything was unseen, and a little like a fairy dream rather than reality, I began tentatively to explore.

I ran my fingers gingerly over her feet, marvelling that they could seem so nude, over the ankles, and up the smooth curving calves, till I reached her knees. They were like Mother's round and delicately formed, graceful. And then I continued up her full, plump, hot thighs, and eventually, even dared to slide over to her loins, noticing with tense fascination how the harder flesh of the thigh melted to the loose, sensuous flesh on the inner side. This excited me even more. I squeezed gently at her inner leg, and as I ran my fingers even higher, she lay back with a slight sigh against the pillow.

But this stopped me in confusion because it reminded me somehow of what I was doing and instinctively, of where I was: that I was approaching the core of the miracle.

“What's wrong, dear,” she asked me. “Don't be afraid now, you're almost there, little brother, so don't stop now!” But somehow her voice only inhibited me more as it brought me back toward reality.

“Help me, Nilla-I-well…” and I ran out of words as the shyness returned and for a moment some strange memory tried to tug at my mind and take it away. But Gunilla had her hands on my wrists now, drawing me higher.

“Come, Lars, I'll help you! Is your leg soft like this? or like this? And does it have this?” And she gradually drew my hands up till they felt the brush of hair again, fine and thin on the ends of her loins.. “And now, Lars, haven't you ever wondered about this?” And to my amazement and embarrassment she began to draw me slowly across her pubic hair towards where her organ must be.

“Nilla-I” and my voice raised in consternation, for surely this must be very private-but at the same time that compulsion was on me to discover this above all. I stopped her gradual movement and froze.

“Lars, I told you, everything-everything is yours to learn -come, come on-feel me-I know you'll like it! It's all right, I promise you!” And slowly but firmly she moved me in again, around, all over it!

And suddenly the strangeness overcame all else. My fingers reached for her and tried to feel carefully over the fine mass of hair. But where was it? There was nothing there! I guess it had never occurred to me that women didn't have a penis of some sort like mine, and the discovery was a shock. Gunilla had my hand again and was pushing it down between her legs, moving it against first one, then the other, and sliding it in the strange fluid I found there. She rubbed my hand against her hair, and when I touched a part that seemed bare of hair and very slippery, she shivered and stiffened suddenly.

“But…” I began. Her breathing was very rapid now.

“No, no-you see I don't have one-aren't you surprised?” She spoke rapidly now in a tense voice. “But here, Lars, see what I do have! Feel here, now, and here!” She put my fingers into a hole between her legs which was all liquid and warm. It was the strangest thing I'd ever known. And somehow the most fantastically exciting. The hole seemed to close on my fingers. To kiss and suck at them. A honey flowed from her into my hand. Each time I moved my fingers in the hole, it trembled and Gunilla writhed-making little mewing sounds. Then she began moaning: “The other too, Lars. Please, the other too.” And drawing my hand up, rubbed, or slid it across a fold of skin in a crack between the hairs where they thinned out. At this last she twisted and moaned:

“Lars, darling, please stroke me there-yes, like that, dearest, back and forth on it-now quicker, quicker, quicker, darling! And here, put your two fingers of this hand in here for me?” She took my left hand which was free, fumbling for it wildly at first in the dark, and put my two middle fingers into the slippery warm hole I had just felt… “Pull it in and out, precious, in and out-that's it-and keep rubbing with the other hand-yes-stroke it faster, faster, faster!” Her voice rose and the urgency mounted with each word.

And I was completely lost! Wild with excitement from where I know not, I complied with her every wish as best as my trembling and shaking hands were able. A weird giddiness came in my head which fell forward on her stomach, and instinctively, from some force I do not understand, I began licking it with my tongue. But this impeded my left arm, and Gunilla pushed me up and back.

“Lick me, lick me, Lars, but bend to do it. Don't ever stop with your hands…” Her voice was low and husky now… “But here, here, keep this hand in,” holding my left hand and moving her hand with it in and out, “and lick me here, here on my clitoris! Quick, Lars. Suck me-you'll like it! Please. I'll be your slave, only please suck me. Eat me, Lars, little brother.” And she pushed my head down into the hair to where I was stroking her. I was caught with a moment of revulsion at this, but as her hand pressed on my neck, her fingers gently pressing and squeezing, drawing me down, a sudden liquid feeling of compliance crept over me blotting out everything else. My head seemed to be bursting with the need to please, to succumb, to comply, and over it all this dreamy vagueness.

My mouth was in her hair now, and realizing vaguely that I was to lick the fold I had been stroking, I began to do so. A strong but wonderful smell was everywhere, and it took me back somewhere in my childhood, but I only knew it was beautiful, and like love, and that it was beautiful now-that it was love, and I wanted to tell her, but I wanted more to only keep licking her.

“O, yes, little brother. Dear little sucking brother. Eat me! Eat me! Eat me-eat me!”

In all this I had forgotten to use my fingers in her and now she drew them out and replaced them with her own, her other hand, stroking my hair, running the fingers through it, and pressing me against her. Her legs raised and grasped my head, and she was moaning and twisting her head in pleasure. And as the tension grew in me again, I licked harder and harder, seeming by instinct to know how to please her. But she was whispering hoarsely to me: