He smiled; then he said, “You jerk off? How do you do that?”
I relaxed; at least we were going to have a normal conversation. “Let’s just say the same as you.”
“Why do you get embarrassed when we discuss this? You’re red now” he asked.
“I don’t, it’s just… “”What?” he interrupted.”It’s just that your father should be the one to help you with education.” I confessed then he said something I will never forget, “I know mom, I miss him too, and he lives in Boston now you know.” Robert still talked to his father… I had no idea he left Canada. “I don’t miss him,” I lied.
I took the conversation back to the topic we needed to discuss. “So we understand that jacking off is okay and you should never be ashamed to do it… understand?”
“Yes but… “He began. I waited for him to finish. “I should not think about what I am while I am doing it.”
A jolt of electricity shot up my pussy. “Fantasy helps when you’re playing with yourself,” I told him, not asking what he thought about.
“I guess,” he said.
I stood up. “Since we are having such an adult talk, do you want a beer? I do!”
“Ah okay,”
I went to the kitchen; what was I doing? Even then I remember thinking… “If I get him just a little drunk; stop it Judy he is your son.” I grabbed a can of beer for him and a bottle of wine for me. I walked back into the living room.
“Here ya go!” I said as I handed him the beer. I started again “It’s bad that we never had a real mother son talk, I hope we can fix that now.”What do you mean?” he asked. “Well we never talked about sex, or had the Birds and Bees talk.”
“Believe me mom, I know about it,” he said blushing.
“Oh I am so sorry mister smarty pants, I didn’t know you knew everything,” I joked back at him. We sat in silence for awhile, him drinking his beer, me my wine. This was an odd situation to be sure.
Robert began again, “I don’t know everything.”
“Oh really?” I joked. I set my glass down and turned toward him. “You have my full attention, what did you want to know?” He looked at me; then the floor and back to me. I could tell he had something to say and was having trouble.
I felt sad for him, how could I make him feel so bad. He needed to understand that he could talk to me about anything.
“Don’t be embarrassed,” I said. “You can ask anything you want.”
He took a deep breath I said. “I think I have a problem!”
This caught me off guard, I needed more than a few words at one time, I wanted him to really talk to me. “What do you mean?” I begged.
“Well I seem to be, you know, excited all the time.”
I relaxed, smiled and asked, “You masturbate a lot?”
“Yes,” he almost whispered.
“That’s not a problem, you’re a young man, your sexual desire is growing and you need a release.” I smiled at him and I think at that moment I LOVED him more than ever. “May I ask you something, without making you run out?” I asked.
“Sure, what?” he said almost too quickly.
“Have you had sex?” I tested the waters “No,” was all he said. Again the silence filled the room. What was I thinking? What was I doing? I figured up till that moment all was normal. A simple son-mother chat, but to me it was so much more. Just talking with him about his jacking off was turning me on.