“Blistering,” he admitted, his cock twitching under my feet.
I took a blatant glance at his crotch as I asked again, acting shocked, “Really?”
“I know it’s weird,” he said, looking down at my feet, his cock flexing again, “but I’ve always had a thing for older women.”
“A Mrs. Robinson kind of thing?”
“The Graduate is the best poster for a movie ever,” he said, looking at me.
“Because Anne Bancroft is putting on nylons?”
“I’ve imagined myself as Dustin Hoffman many, many times,” he admitted.
“And tell me ‘Benjamin’, who is playing Mrs. Robinson in your scenario?” I asked.
Another cock twitch.
And a pause that spoke volumes.
A sheepish stare at my nylon-clad feet.
Finally, he backed away saying, “Teachers, friends’ moms, neighbours.”
“I see,” I said, my tone conveying my disappointment. Wimp!
“Well, I know from talking to some of my single friends that they prefer younger men,” I continued, which wasn’t true, but it helped me to steer the conversation the way I wanted it to go.
“Really?”
“Yeah, something about they last longer, try harder and reload quicker,” I listed.
“Mom!” he said, surprised by my bawdy answer.
“Am I wrong? Are those qualities beyond your reach?”
“I’m not saying that,” he said. “It’s just that this conversation has taken a turn.”
“Your dad was a one and done,” I sighed dramatically, “and he usually didn’t last longer than two minutes.”
“Seriously?” he asked with disgust.
“And he’d be asleep two minutes after that, leaving me high, dry and frustrated,” I added.
“Well, I’m definitely not my dad,” he asserted.
“Good, because a real woman wants a real man who knows how to…” I paused for dramatic effect, but also as if pondering whether I should say the last bit at all, “…to fuck.”
“Oh my God!” he gasped at my bluntness.
“You’re old enough to hear this, I’m your loving mother, and your dad would give you shitty advice,” I continued. As he looked at me, stunned, I ordered, deliberately choosing the word ‘Mommy’, “So for now, keep massaging Mommy’s feet.”
As he did, I continued, “For example, a real man makes sure his woman comes during sex.”
“I can’t believe we’re having this conversation,” he said.
“We can stop if you like,” I said, pretty sure he wouldn’t like.
“No, no,” he said shaking his head, “This is good advice. It’s hard to get into the head of a woman.”
“If we continue, I’m going to be pretty blunt,” I warned.
“I’m good so far, so be as blunt as you wish,” he said.
“Okay, then brace yourself. First, do you go down on your women?” I asked.
“Sometimes,” he answered.
“Many women can only come from oral, and if you expect a woman to suck your cock, you’d better be willing to munch her pussy,” I said, deliberately avoiding vanilla words like ‘penis’ and ‘vagina’.
“Hearing you swearing like this is surreal,” he said.
“I actually have quite a foul mouth when I’m horny,” I said, before realizing I’d just announced I was horny right now.
“I’ve found that many women do,” he said.
“Found? Many?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Some,” he corrected, not admitting how he knew.