“Well, you have been maturing beautifully this summer. You still look the same height.”
“About. Afraid I’m done growing.”
“And added some real muscle.”
“Well, yeah – the pool and the weight room at the Y.”
She smiled, reached out to me and stroked my cheek. “I know, darling. But I wonder, Barry – the whole summer and still no girlfriend?”
“Well no mom I don’t. I don’t really care to.”
“But Barry – you’ve got to meet girls your own age. I want you to have a social life.”
“Mom – I do. We go out as a crowd – to the movies, the pool, you know.”
“I know. And” she looks right in my eyes “Sex?”
I feel my cheeks getting red. “Sex? What about it?”
“Well, I know kids today. Haven’t you thought about sex with anyone?”
I sat bolt upright. “Of course! Mom – what is that we do like at least twice a week?”
She gives me another laugh. “I know darling, but there is so much more to it than that!”
“Well yeah, I know, but that is really enough for me.”
“Come up here, Barry, let me hold you.”
I scoot next to her and she puts an arm around me. I’ve never been in mom and dad’s bed before. It is really comfortable. “Barry, you know I love your dad.”
“Well, yeah.”
“But you also know dad is quite a bit older than me.”
“Gee mom I never really thought about that.”
“Well, he is. A great guy and twenty years ago when we met, a great lover as well.”
I started to squirm. “Oh, relax darling! He was! But then he was forty five, I was twenty five. Now he’s over sixty and I’m at that time of life when women reach their sexual peak.”
“Really? I thought…”
“Barry – do not believe that God does not have a sense of humor. Men reach their sexual peak at about eighteen – women at forty. Hardly fair, wouldn’t you say?”
“Well, yeah, I guess.”
“Well, my point is, I don’t really want to get involved with another man – too complicated. Dad and I have a wonderful relationship understand, but at his age, well, he just doesn’t get desires like he used to – like I bet you are beginning to get.”
Beginning to get? This is my beautiful mom who has been sucking my dick like the whole summer.
She put her hand under my chin and lifted it. “Barry darling – don’t the boys talk about sex – I mean there have to be girls…”
I let out a sigh. “Yeah mom, of course they do. But the girls who like ‘do it’ are sluts except in case one guy and one girl are like, you know, going steady and all.”
“And when you say ‘do it’, you mean intercourse, right?”
“Well yeah, I guess.”
Mom laughs and I feel her hand move down to my shorts and she starts to stroke my dick through my pants. Of course I get hard right away. “Darling, do you think of that?”
“Of, like fucking?” I swear, it just popped out of my mouth. “Oh god mom – I’m sorry. I meant…”
She put her hand over my mouth, gently. “Shh – that’s all right Barry. Call it intercourse, fucking, screwing, making love – it all means the same thing. Putting this” and with that she squeezes my dick “in here” with that she takes my right hand which has been like in her lap and presses it against her pussy, which I have only seen a couple of times.