[M4F] Studying abroad can open open your mind. Studying a broad can open your world. But my host mom wants to open my mind, my world, and my ass.

Like most other college sophomores, I got on the plane to Europe sure that I knew everything, that there was nothing I couldn't prepare for. My knee tapped with anticipation of dark nightclubs trembling with bass, barely clothed women with open mind and loose ambitions, drunk hookups and mind-altering drugs. I barely knew the culture of my destination, just the images of "EUROPE" I'd picked up on TV.

In the taxi to my new home, I looked out at buildings I assumed were hundreds of years old (they weren't), struggled to communicate with my driver, ignored all the signs that I should look around, that I should change, that I should engage with the world outside of my base desires.

I smirked with I was dropped at my front door. My new host mom was waiting at the front stoop, smoking a cigarette, wearing tight jeans and a white shirt. Her tits were a little smaller than I liked, but she was obviously pretty hot, so I could deal with it. I gave her a hug she didn't really ask for.

She helped me bring my bags to my room. We only half-spoke each other's languages. She told me rules. I didn't listen. I was already planning my first night out.

The club was everything I expected, everything I wanted, everything I needed. I brought a drunk girl back to my new place, not quiet as we entered late in the night. I bent her over the bed, lifting up her little skirt, when the lights to my room turned on, the girl yelled in surprise.

My host mom stood in the doorway in her silk pajamas, arms crossed. The girl rushed home.

"What the fuck!?" I was offended.

"That is not how you treat a woman," she responded.

"I was about to-"

She took my hand, brought it to her waist.

"That is not how you touch a woman."

A few months later, some of my classmates asked if I wanted to go out. We were all going home tomorrow. One last hurrah before we went back to the states with its prudent ideas on drinking and wanton gun violence.

"Sorry, I told my host mom we'd get dinner."

I kissed her tenderly that night, holding her face close to me in a moment of passion as she slid her hand down my chest, my stomach, cradling my stiff cock as she thrust her silicone dick inside me.

She fucked me until I came on her tits, then later, I came inside her pussy one last time. This is how you touch a woman. This is how you let a woman touch you.

TL;DR: Study abroad host mom tames the wild youth of her student, teaches him tenderness and submission. I don't want this to be rough femdom, I want it to be about learning mutual pleasure and letting go of sexual ego.