The Learning Experience

The next couple of hours before the decided time was a blur. Jack did his school work, even did some of "Lara's chores" to pass the time. Finally, he went to his room to prepare. He took a deep breath, exhaling slowly, and closed his eyes. He wanted this to go well.

Quite knocking pulled him out of the trance state. "Son, it is time!" came his mother Kira's voice from downstairs.

Jack hurried to the living room, trying to calm his racing heart. As he entered, he saw Kira standing by the reading table, looking a bit nervous herself. She had changed into a revealing top that showed off her small, perky breasts, and a skirt that hugged her thin legs. Jack always thought that his mother Kira always had the prettiest dresses and sexiest lingerie, and he couldn't help but feel a twinge of arousal as he took in her alluring appearance.

"Hey, mom," he said, his voice sounding strained even to his own ears. "You look... really nice."

Kira blushed deeply, adjusting her top self-consciously. "Well, thank you, dear. I thought I should dress a bit more... enticingly, for this lesson. Shall we begin?"

They sat down on the couch, facing each other. Jack tried to focus on Kira's words as she explained about the different types of kisses, their significance, and the special feelings they could evoke. Despite his best effort to listen however, his mom's face was so close, he could feel her breath on his skin, causing him to become distracted.

"Jack, do you even understand what I've been saying?" Kira paused, her brow furrowed. "You seem to be a bit... distracted."

He blushed deeply, his gaze flickering from her lips to her eyes and back again. "S-sorry, mom. I'm just... a little nervous, I guess."

Kira smiled reassuringly and reached out to cup his cheek in her hand. "It's alright, dear. I understand. Why don't I try a demonstration of things I was talking about?" She leaned forward, closing the distance between them until their lips were barely an inch apart. "Now, let's start with the basic you are familiar with - cheek kiss." She pressed her lips gently against his cheek, feeling his warm skin against her own. Jack's heart raced as he felt her breath, smelled her perfume, and felt her soft lips on his skin.

"As you probably know, kisses on the cheeks are exchanged between close friends or family members as a sign of affection," Kira explained, her voice a bit shaky. "In various cultures, the number of kisses can mean different things. In some, this kiss is casual, in others intimate..." Suddenly Jack interrupts her lecture, "Mom, can you tech me more about the kiss you showed me yesterday?"

Kira blushed deeply, her heart racing. "Well, Jack... That's... an intimate kiss... It's called a French kiss. People use it to express deep love and passion for each other..." Her voice trailed off as she noticed the desire in his eyes. "Me and your mom, we... we share those to each other sometimes... When we want to express our... love..."

She leaned forward, closing the distance between them until their lips met in a soft, tender kiss. Jack gasped, feeling his body react as her lips molded to his. Her tongue gently slipped between his lips, exploring his mouth, and he found himself opening wider to let her in deeper.

"Son," Kira stopped the kiss, "You are too active with your tongue. Just let it happen, let it flow." She leaned forward, guiding his lips with hers. Her tongue danced with his, twisting and circling. "Like this, do not push." She backed for a moment go cover his lips again. "Now, let your tongue lead." Jack opened his mouth wider, feeling his tongue tangle with hers. It was a sensation he could feel deep within his body, like a warm current flowing through him. He moaned softly as she continued to kiss him, her breasts pressing against his chest.

Kira pulled away, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "That was... wonderful," she panted. "You... you did so well, Jack." She smiled at him, her eyes shining with pride and desire. "I think you are good now, glad we are done so fast." She stood up from the couch and turned to walk when Jack's hand shot out, grabbing her wrist. "Please, mom," he said, his voice thick with emotion. "Can we... practice some more? I understand it is a chore for you, but please?"

Kira hesitated for a moment, before slowly sitting back down on the couch beside him. She glanced at Jack, studying his expression carefully before turning her gaze to the floor. "Alright," she said softly, her voice shaking slightly. "But... I want you to know that I'm only doing this because you asked so nicely. And it's important that you understand what we're doing here. This is a very intimate act between two people who love each other very much."

She reached out and traced her finger along his jawline, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath her touch. "When you kiss someone like this, it's not just about the physical sensations," she explained. "It's about sharing a connection, sharing your emotions. It's about trust and understanding."

Jack nodded, his eyes never leaving hers. He reached out and cupped her face in his hands, feeling the softness of her skin beneath his fingertips. "I understand, mom," he whispered. "I trust you."

Slowly, Kira leaned in towards him again, their lips mere inches apart. Her breath mingled with his, sending shivers down his spine. Then, with a soft sigh, she pressed her lips against his, guiding his mouth with hers. This time he let her lead, feeling the warmth of her tongue as it explored his mouth. As they kissed, Kira began to move closer to him, his body pressing closer against her own. He could feel her breasts pressing against his chest, and he couldn't help but moan softly into her mouth.

"Jack," his mother stopped the kiss again, "Kiss are not just about lips and tongue, hands can play a part too." She guided his hand to her back, showing him how to caress her skin softly. He followed her lead, feeling the warmth of her body beneath his fingertips. His hand moved lower, tracing the curve of her hip and thigh. Kira shivered, arching her back slightly. "That's it," she whispered, "Mmm... just like that."

As they continued to kiss, Jack's other hand found its way to her ass, cupping it gently. He squeezed softly, feeling the firmness of her flesh beneath his fingers. Kira moaned into his mouth, arching her back further. Her hand traveled up his chest, tangling in his hair, and she pulled him closer still, before stopping once again, "Jack, it is quite risky to grab woman's butt like that. Some might take it as being too forward, or even rude." She smiled at him, her eyes twinkling with amusement and desire. "You probably get it from your mom, she is always first to grab my ass when we hug."

Jack grinned, feeling more confident with each passing moment. He leaned in again, pressing his body against hers, his tongue dancing with hers. His hand moved lower still, sliding up the inside of her thigh. Kira gasped, her hips moving involuntarily against his hand. "Jack," she breathed, "you know... this is... this is... all I can teach you." She trailed off, her voice barely above a whisper as she struggled to find the words to express what they were both feeling.

As they continued to kiss, Jack's hand found its way higher, cupping her through her panties. He could feel the heat emanating from her core, and it sent a thrill of desire coursing through his veins. Kira moaned into his mouth, arching her back further, her fingers digging into his shoulders. "Jack..." she murmured, her voice trembling with need. "Maybe... maybe you should..."

He pulled back slightly, his eyes searching hers. "Maybe I should what?" he asked, his voice rough with desire.

She bit her lower lip, her cheeks flushing red. "I... I think you should... maybe... maybe you should take a cold shower," she stammered, her voice barely audible over the pounding of their hearts. "Just... just to... to calm yourself down a bit."

Jack felt a surge of heat rush through his body at her words. He could feel the blood pulsing in his groin, his heart racing in his chest. He knew she was right. He needed to do something to calm down, to regain control. Slowly, he pulled back from the kiss, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "Okay... okay... I'll go take a cold shower," he managed to say between ragged breaths.