“And you need my help?”
“Yes, please”
“Okay… but why? I mean, what can I possibly do to help?”
I told her my story, the complete and true story. She listened carefully and without judging me, just laughed softly as I related getting slapped in the face. After I had finished my story, I asked her if she knew what I did wrong.
“You made her cum, that’s a good thing. It took him quite a few more times to achieve that” she said, pointing at her brother who was looking rather embarrassed.
“Yeah, but it didn’t work. I mean not as it was supposed to”
“Oh, but that’s not where you went wrong”
“What’s that?”
“It was when you asked her. You should have fucked her”
“But when I tried fucking her without her permission, she slapped me in the face”
“Yes, but you didn’t just ask her; you were begging. There’s nothing more pathetic than a man begging for sex, especially when she’s as ready as your mom obviously was”
“Then what should I have done?”
She thought for a minute, searching for the right words.
“Well… first you need to… be gentle” she began, “and always take care of her needs, but also… be a man, be strong. I don’t mean, like, force yourself on a girl, but make her want you and then take her. Don’t be a wimp; if she’s ready, you should go for it. And if she isn’t in the mood or if there’s anything else, you’ll know soon enough.”
I went home feeling a little wiser and with new hope. As I entered the house, I was greeted by my dad and sister who were watching TV in the den. I greeted them back and then walked on to the kitchen, where my mother was working on our evening meal.
As I came in, she stood with her back to me and was stirring vigorously into a sauce pan. I had a admit she was looking extremely sexy in her simple red dress and white apron. The scarlet fabric clung to her shapely body, and the string of her apron emphasized the luscious curves of her slim waist. But by far the most beautiful was her fine ass, which was wiggling alluringly as she was whisking the sauce. Although I knew we weren’t alone in the house, I decided to take a chance and put Jessica’s advice into practice. This time I would show mom I could be a man as well as a lover.
“Hi mom” I said as I stepped up to her, nuzzled her neck and gave her a kiss from behind. She was surprised by me greeting her like that, but didn’t tell me to stop. I reached underneath her apron and fondled her breast through her dress while I kept planting kisses in her neck. To my delight I felt that mom wasn’t wearing a bra under her dress. Her nipples were still slumbering, but they roused quickly as I rolled them between my fingers. I could feel the little bumps her hard nipples were making in her dress.
My hips were pressed against her tight ass, and I made sure she’d feel my hard cock as I kissed her. She groaned softly and although she tried not to, I felt her push back against my erection.
“No Mark, not now” she whispered.
“Shhhh” I said, grabbing her breast again.
“No, your father and sister are home”
“I don’t care, mom” I said. “I want you, and I know you want it too”