I searched the entire house for Jaiden, even though I knew exactly where he was. Carefully walking down the stairs to the basement, I saw him playing video games. I walked in front of the TV to block his view and folded my arms.

“Hey, I can’t see my game!” my son complained.

“Exactly, that’s the idea.”

“I’ll stop playing soon! Just 15 more minutes.”

“You’ve been playing this game non-stop for the past two weeks, mister,” I scolded.

“Well, Elden Ring isn’t going to beat itself!” he said.

“We need to talk.”

“Later!” he insisted.

“Now,” I said, turning to press the power button on the PS5 Pro.

“OK, OK!” my son said, ripping off his headset. “What do you want to talk about?!”

“Don’t take that tone with me.” I sat down on the couch next to him. “You need to start getting ready for college. Have you even started packing?”

“I’m going to!” he said.

“Summer doesn’t last forever.”

“I know. I’ll get to it!”

“Jaiden, I’m worried you’re wasting your life away. College is supposed to be the best four years of your life!”

“College was the best four years of YOUR life,” Jaiden shouted.

“Yeah, and I had a lot of fun! I’d do anything to recapture that time. You’re an adult now, you…”

“Well, I’m not you. I’m not going to waste my life away in a job I hate. I’m going to have a career I love!” Jaiden took a deep, exasperated breath. “Sometimes, I wish I chose to live with Dad.”

My blood was already boiling. But that comment drove me over the edge. I got up, walked over to Jaiden’s Playstation, and knocked it off the pedestal, where it crashed to the floor.

“You’re grounded!” I shouted, then walked up the stairs to the living room while my son sat there in silence.

*******

I opened the glass door and got in the shower. The hot stream of water relaxed my stiff shoulders as I grabbed a bar of soap. Not yet a fun-less shrew, after scrubbing my ass and armpits, I rubbed my grapefruits until they were nice and soapy. Then, I washed them off with water until my skin turned a little red. Lastly, I washed my hair (which took a lot longer than it sounds). Getting out of the shower, I dried off in two towels- one for my body and one for my hair- and then sat on my bed naked, contemplating life.

I knew that I needed to do something. I couldn’t just let my son waste away the best years of his life and then look back years later, hating himself for wasting them. But how? There are so many big moments of one’s life that happen in college. Your first time living on your own. Your first big drinking party. Your first predatory loan. Your first time waking up in your panties, with a hangover, in the middle of some random stranger’s living room after getting back out drunk the night before. Your first time gaining 15 pounds in 5 months. Sometimes, your first sexual encounter, I know it was mine. Your first time eating a pizza at one am. Your first time giving your professor a blowjob if he agrees to pass you with a C in the class you were failing. I feel bad for people who don’t get to go.

Then, my mind drifted. Had my son had sex yet? I don’t think so. He hasn’t had a girlfriend… that I know of. He certainly was good-looking enough. He inherited my good looks, after all. He’s always playing that damn game. What if he doesn’t go out at all and have fun? What if his self-esteem is too low, and he doesn’t even try? Will it stunt his emotional growth? Everyone starts bad at sex. What if he does so badly the first time that he gets embarrassed and loses his confidence to go out and try again? I need to intervene.

Sex is such a beautiful, wonderful, and natural thing. I don’t want my son to be a friendless virgin his whole life! He just needs a confidence boost, maybe a tutor, too. Someone to show him the ropes—sexually.

*****

Am I really going to do this? Of course, I am. I need to do this. But I’m going to do this smart. If I just tore off my clothes and demanded he take me then and there on our living room couch, he might reject me. I need to wear him down. But first, I need to get him to stop being pissed at me. First, I’ll bake him cookies. I want to be soft yet firm. (A contradiction, I know). Then, I’ll take him shopping. This will kill two birds with one scone. I’ll offer to buy him video games and Chinese, making him less mad at me- and then I’ll take him with me to JCPenny. I’ll take this opportunity to both buy sexier clothes that I can wear around the house and get Jaiden into the dressing room with me. A socially acceptable, albeit awkward, way to strip down to my undies in front of my son. Pushing the envelope, without busting the envelope. After we get back from the mall, I’ll reassess the situation.

*****

“Come downstairs, Jaiden! Mommy has a surprise for you!”

After about 5 minutes, I saw my son walk down the stairs and into the kitchen.

“I made you cookies!”

“Why are you being nice? If you’re trying to get me to forgive you, it’s not going to work,” Jaiden said.

“I’m always nice!”

“No, you’re not, you’re never nice.”

“Well, I love you. That’s reason enough,” I said.

“You grounded me, I’m fucking 18, and you grounded me,” he complained.

“Well, I’m sorry about that.”

“So you’re ungrounding me?”

“No. Well, kind of. But I’m going to make things up to you,” I said.

“How?” Jaiden asked.

“We’re going to the mall!”

“Yay…” Jaiden feigned enthusiasm. “I’m surprised Amazon hasn’t killed them all yet.”

“I’ll buy you the new Spider-Man video game if you do.”

I immediately saw a break in Jaiden’s disgruntled demeanor.

*****

We got to the mall and immediately made our way to the food court. After some Chinese to lift Jaiden’s spirits, we made our way to JCPenny. Once inside, I picked out some low-cut shirts and underwear and dragged Jaiden to the changing rooms.

“Come with me,” I said.

“What? Why don’t I just stay outside,” Jaiden said.

“If I need your opinion, I don’t want to keep having to come in and out!”

We got in the changing room together, and he immediately turned towards the corner like it was The Blair Witch Project or something. I grabbed a few items out of my bag and tried them on, all the while making sure to say suggestive things like, “This bra is awfully tight on my boobs! Did I gain a cup size?” And “Mommy’s ass looks pretty good in these, I think.”

For my tour de force, I tried on a pair of black lace panties and then grabbed a hot pink bra. I put my arms through the straps and moved to hook it in the back before suddenly stopping.

I decided to push my luck. “I need your help. Can you hook my bra for me?” I asked.

“Ummmm…”

“Please…” I begged.

His resistance stifled, Jaiden turned around and hooked my bra for me. I couldn’t see his face, but I stuck my butt out as much as I could, trying to catch his gaze on my black panty-clad ass.

“There…” he said as he hooked my bra for me and stepped back.

“Thanks! I think this one gives me plenty of support.” I looked at myself in the mirror and then turned around to see if Jaiden was still looking, but he had turned back around into his corner.

“Can we go to GameStop now?” Jaiden asked.

*****

When we got back home, I put away my new clothes and resolved to only wear shirts with plunging necklines from here on out. Unable to see a clear path forward to escalate things, I decided to get my son more comfortable seeing me in varying states of undress. At first, I just wore low-cut shirts to show off my cleavage. But then, a few days later, I started lounging around the house in just a hoodie and panties. I wanted to look like I was just being lazy rather than actively trying to get my son’s attention. I caught him looking a few times, but he never said anything acknowledging it. The next step was then to switch things up and wear just a bra and panties around the house. At first a sports bra, then something a little more lacey. This is when I finally got a reaction from him.

“Can you not like lie around the house in your…underwear, Mom?” Jaiden asked.

“Why? You do it all the time. Besides, it’s my house. I pay the mortgage,” I said.

That shut him up.

After a while, Jaiden seemed to adapt to this new way of life and didn’t blink twice when he saw me lounging around the house in my sluttiest lingerie. Leaving almost nothing to the imagination.

Deciding to raise the stakes, I hatched a brilliantly “innocent” plan. I needed to break down another barrier without seeming like I was the perverted one. My solution? A breast exam! It was the PERFECT excuse to get my son to fondle my breasts without it seeming like I had sexual intentions.

*****

“Holy shit, holy fucking shit. Jaiden!” I screamed.

I knew he was downstairs eating and not playing video games down in the basement.

“What? What’s wrong? Is everything OK?” he asked as he came running up the stairs and into my bedroom.

I was standing in front of my full-body mirror in nothing but a white thong. Both of my grapefruits were on display (38Ds for my male readers with under-active imaginations). I held one tit in one hand and had the other rested on my temple.

“There’s a lump! There’s a lump on my breast!” I said.

“What? Like cancer?”

“You’ve got to feel it! Come on, please, you’ve got to. What if I have cancer? I need to know if I’m crazy.”

“Can’t you just go to the doctor? Have them feel it!” he said red-faced.

“I’m so busy, and the doctor’s is so expensive. I’m going to feel like a complete idiot if I go there and the doctor gives me an invasive exam, and there’s nothing there! It’s just better if you do it,” I explained.

“I dunno… Is that even OK?”

“Pleaseeeeeeeeeeeee?” I begged.

Jaiden acquiesced and reached his hand out, clumsily squeezing my breast. I could almost tell he’d never touched a woman before. The last time he’d touched a titty, it was probably mine.

“Is this it? Am I doing it right?” Jaiden asked.

“Yeah, you’re doing it right,” I said, holding in a moan. Do you feel anything? Are there any lumps?”

“No…not really?”

“OK. That’s good. Keep feeling.”

A couple of minutes passed, and Jaiden told me he still could not feel anything. After that, I apologized for the false alarm, but not after getting him to conduct an ‘exam’ on the other one, too. “Maybe I was wrong; maybe it was this one?” I said.

Hahaha, I am too damn good. I guess Jaiden must have thought, ‘Fuck it,’ because it didn’t take him long until he was playing with that one too. After it was over, I thanked him and cooked my good boy dinner.

*****

After that new development, I sat down and thought out my next move. We’d already gotten to second base. Maybe now was the time for third base? Should I give him a blowjob? ‘After sucking his dick, getting him to fuck me should be hilariously easy,’ I thought. That being said, we are running short on time. Also, I’ve never really been the biggest fan of sucking dick. I think I would much rather he just fucked me. But how? How do I escape things further? I thought back to the whole reason I was doing any of this. For his benefit. To get him ready for college. Maybe I should just be honest with him.

*****

A week later, I sat Jaiden down on the couch in the living room to talk with him. “There’s something serious Mommy needs to talk to you about,” I said.

“What? What’s wrong?” Jaiden asked wide-eyed.

“I need to ask you a question, and it might seem a little invasive, but I promise it’s for your good.”

“Okay?” he said.

“Are you a virgin?” I asked.

He went red. “Ummm… yes?”

“I’m serious, Jaiden. I need an honest answer.”

“Yes, I said yes,” he said.

“That’s what I was worried about.”

“Huh?” Jaiden mumbled, shocked. “I-I thought this was going to be some lecture about the ‘dangers’ of premarital sex?” he said.

“Oh no, premarital sex is great, actually. Everybody should have premarital sex,” I said.

“Huh? Now I’m REALLY confused…”

“You’re going off to college soon. And while people will tell you that college is about education or some bullshit like that, pardon my French, it’s really about two things. A piece of paper that says you’re allowed to make a livable wage and SEX.”

“OK, well, I’m sure I’ll probably do that in college. Everybody does,” Jaiden said.

“That’s not soon enough. By then, it’ll already be too late. It would be best if you learned NOW,” I insisted.

“Well, sorry, but I don’t exactly have anyone I can have sex with. I’ve never had a girlfriend!”

“That’s because you spend all day playing those damn video games! Forza: Zero Dawn or some shit. What you need is a practice girl. All guys in high school practice sex with their girlfriends and then dump them when they’re off to the big leagues.”

“That’s really demeaning. I don’t want just to use some woman for sex! I want to care about her,” he said.

“Oh, you sweet child. I know, I know. You’re too good for this world. But that’s OK, Mommy is here to help,” I said.

“Help how?”

“Mommy will be your practice girl.”

Jaiden gasped. “Ewww, but you’re my Mom!”

“I know, I know it’s a bit weird, but it’ll be OK. As long as we don’t have a kid together, there’s nothing wrong with a mother showing her son how it’s done. Sex is a beautiful thing for two people, even a mother and son, to enjoy together!” I said.

“Maybe I want to stay a virgin.”

“You can’t stay a virgin, Jaiden. That isn’t good. You’ll get LAUGHED at your first time. And then you’ll be too scared to try again.”

“I’m sure I’ll figure it out…” he said.

“It’s different for women. You don’t need to be good at sex. I have friends who’d tell me they’d just lay there and not say a word. Then afterward, they get a free meal!”

“But I want my first time to be important.”

“Hun, nobody’s first time was important. It’s embarrassing yourself in front of someone that you either will never see again or learn to resent after you inevitably break up. Virginity is something to be discarded with disdain,” I said.

Jaiden looked around the room at nothing in particular. Contemplating what I had said to him, he looked comatose. “I dunno…” he said.

“Do you want to be good at sex?”

“Yes…”

“Then I need you to come upstairs with Mommy,” I insisted.

He paused. “OK.”

Bingo. That was my signal. I took my son’s hand and led him upstairs. Once in my bedroom, I unbuttoned my shirt. This was a weekday, and I had just come home from work. And slipped my pants off. In the future, I would show him how to undress a woman, but baby steps. Once I was in my bra and panties, a matching set of baby blue see-through (my little angel was too innocent to understand that when a woman is wearing a matching set, it means she WANTS to get fucked), I moved my son’s hands onto my boobs and let him squeeze them.

“Aren’t they soft?” I asked.

“Y-yeah,” he said.

“See, a woman’s entire body is soft!” I then guided his hand to squeeze my baby blue panty-clad ass cheek.

I cupped his crotch and gently rubbed my hand against his ever-growing mound. His bulge seemed modest, at best.

After unhooking my bra, my tits sprang out, and I saw a cute little shine in my son’s eyes. I was so excited for him to get to suck on them again. I then lay on the bed on my back and spread my legs.

“Come over here, sexy,” I said as sensuously as I could.

I lifted my hips and slid my panties off. I opened myself up to Jaiden. Then, I put my hands on my thighs and raised my legs as close to my head as I could. I’m 40. Give me a break.

I watched my son pull down his pants and underwear, his hard cock springing out. It looked to be about four and a half inches. Not bad, but definitely not great. Maybe below average and an inch shorter than his father. Oops, I guess that’s my fault. Damn, genetics gave my son a small dick. I saw him start to hesitate.

“Hold it in your hand and get closer. I won’t bite,” I giggled, trying to reassure Jaiden. My beautiful 18-year-old son inched closer to me until his cock was right at the entrance to my vagina. “Good. Now stick it inside Mommy’s vagina.”

He obliged and eagerly slammed his dick inside me. His mind made up, his inhibitions demolished- he decided to go balls in, literally.

“Good boy,” I kissed him on the forehead. “See, it’s just like masturbating. Stroke it inside Mommy’s pussy.”

He moaned, “Yes-yes, Mommy.” My son gasped, being overwhelmed with an amazing new sensation.

“I love your cock. It’s so big now.”

“Holy shit. You’re so wet.”

“Don’t swear in from of Mommy. I’m still your mother, after all.”

“Sorry, Mom.” He blushed as he pounded my pussy.

His cock was going wild. He would enter me all the way down to the base of his manhood and then pull himself out all the way to the tip before slamming back into me. Ah, youth is such a wonderful thing.

“Grab Mommy’s tits,” I urged him on.

“Yes, Mommy.”

“Do you like my boobs?” I asked.

“Yes.”

“They’re the same ones you grew up on. Suck Mommy’s tit for old-time sake. Please, baby.”

That comment drove him wild, and he brutalized my pussy as he sucked my tit. I could tell he was close.

“Shiiiiit… I’m cumming!” my son moaned, several inches deep in my pussy.

With him inside me, I wrapped my legs around him to trap him inside me.

“Give it to me, baby.” I lovingly whispered.

He then shot rope after rope of cum inside of my pussy. I could tell that he’d been holding it in for a while just by how much was there was dripping out of me.

“It’s OK, baby,” I said lovingly. “All men cum quickly their first time. That’s why Mommy’s going to put you through a sex boot camp,” I cheered. “Your first lesson, though, is that you can ONLY cum inside Mommy. With other girls, you NEED to pull out! That way, there’s no chance for any little accidents!”

He exhaled, exhausted. “OK, Mom.”

“I love you, Jaiden.” I kissed him on the forehead as his cock shrank and fell out of me.

“I love you too, Mom.”

I held him close and embraced his naked body. “Anytime you want to practice sex, you just come right to Mommy. OK?”

“Yes, Mommy.”

*****

The next day, I think that Jaiden was a little embarrassed over what happened. Still, it was only the next day, when I was in the kitchen, stuffing my face with some tiramisu, that he walked up to me and started to stare and stutter. I had gotten used to dressing like a slut around the house, so I was just wearing a red bralette and a mismatched white thong.

“Mommy, I want sex,” Jaidem said.

“OK, honey, but first, you need to get Mommy in the mood,” I said.

“In the mood?”

“Yes, hun. For a man to have sex with a woman, first, he needs to get her ready. Here, I’ll show you.” I said while grabbing his hand and putting it on my breast. “Now you need to cup my titty and play with it a little. Grab it, squeeze it.” I began to moan. “Good. Now grab my ass.”

I didn’t need to direct him at that time. His hand immediately went to my ass and gave it a good squeeze. I’ve always been an easy girl, so I let out a soft moan.

“Good, good. Now I’m starting to get wet! Let’s head upstairs, and I’ll show you!”

“OK!” He smiled.

Once upstairs, I slid his pants off for him and said that one day, I’d teach him how to remove a woman’s clothes properly. But at least I showed him how to unhook my bra. It only took a dozen or so tries!

“Are you going to lay down on the bed again?”

“No. Actually, Mommy needs to show you several different positions. So this time, we’ll be doing something a little bit different called doggy style!”

His next question caught me off, guard. “Do you think my dick is…small?”

“Your cock is on the smaller side of average, but it’s still fuckable,” I reassured him. “Don’t worry, Mommy is going to teach you how to use every inch! It’s not the size of the boat, after all. It’s the motion of the ocean!”

“OK… Thanks, Mom. I really appreciate it. I’ve been feeling a little insecure.”

“That’s OK, hun! Everyone feels insecure sometimes. Now, I’m going to get in bed on my hands and knees. You need to come up behind me and stick your giant cock in my loving pussy, OK?

“OK.”

I got on the bed on my hands and knees, and my son was quick to follow behind me. I could feel him penetrate me, and then I shifted to face down and ass up. He began to thrust.

“This is called doggy style. Do you like it so far?”

“Ye-yeah! It’s really nice!” he said.

“If you’re going to do doggy, try to do it with a white woman or one with a smaller ass. That will help them not notice how small, err, big your dick is!” I said.

“Yes, Mom.” He grunted.

As my son pumped his cock in and out of my pussy I realized that it still felt really good. Maybe I wouldn’t cum from it, but I usually didn’t cum anyway. Maybe four inches isn’t that bad. I could still feel him rub against the sides of my walls, and the entrance to my vagina was what always felt the most pleasurable during sex.

“Oh, baby! I love your big dick! It’s stretching, hurting Mommy’s coochie so much!” I lied, trying to help his self-esteem.

“You like this big dick, bitch?” Jaiden said.

“Yes, yes, I love your big dick, hun. But don’t call me a bitch. I am your MOTHER!”

“Sorry, Mom.”

“But you can tell Mommy how beautiful she is,” I said.

“You’re so beautiful, Mommy.”

“And you like Mommy’s tight wet pussy?” I asked.

“Yes, Mommy. I love your pussy,” Jaiden moaned.

“You like Mommy being your practice girl?”

“Yes, Mommy.”

“Fuck me hard, baby. Show me how hard you’re going to fuck those college sluts!” I moaned.

Jaiden’s fuse began to run short as he started fucking me harder. As his moans got louder, his knees started to buckle. He let out one final roaring moan as he flooded my pussy with his cum. Instead of running off to the bathroom to avoid a UTI, I just laid there with his cum seeping out of my pussy and onto my nice white sheets.

“You’re doing so good, baby! That’s one minute longer than last time!”

I hugged my naked son as we lay on the bed together.

*****

After our second encounter, I laid down the ground rules with Jaiden. Every time he got horny, instead of masturbating, he was supposed to come right to me. No condoms were allowed. He needed to be able to endure the nicest pussy raw so that way he could learn to last as long as possible. Also, he was only allowed to cum inside me. Not on my stomach, not in my hair, or on my back or face. Cum was so messy, and the less cleanup, the better. This was my own little sex boot camp.

*****

Feeling a bit frisky (and drunk), I decided to initiate sex for once. I put on a tight pink and black corset with no panties and marched my bare ass downstairs to the basement.

I walked in front of him while he was sitting on the couch, playing Spider-Man, and pulled his shorts and undies off. Then I took his soft cock into my mouth until it hardened. Then I licked and deep-throated his manhood until he ejaculated all over my face, covering me in his white love. Mommy’s willing to get out of her comfort zone when she’s feeling frisky.

*****

The next week, I accosted him in the kitchen while he was grabbing a snack.

“Alright, hun. Are you ready for your next boot camp lesson?” I asked Jaiden.

“Huh?” he grunted, his face full of granola.

“You’re gonna learn how to eat a woman out, at least at a college level.”

I grabbed his hand and led him upstairs.

“College level?” he asked, following along.

“A real man knows how to eat pussy, but to be honest, most college girls will accept a token effort of you being down there for only a minute,” I said as I entered the bedroom. “You’ll have your whole life to learn how to eat a woman out. Now is your time to have fun.”

I then set the timer for 4 minutes and placed it on the nightstand. Jaiden clumsily ate my pussy like a blind man until the timer went off. Then he immediately got on top of me and brutally fucked the shit out of me before cumming deep in my pussy. I appreciated the tenacity.

“Good job, baby!” I kissed his forehead, as I had grown accustomed to. “I think you have it figured out. Remember, most of the women in college use sex as a tool to get attention and feel better about themselves. It makes them feel desired. They don’t actually care if it’s good or if they cum.”

“Yes, Mommy.”

*******

Eventually, through daily ‘training’ sessions, Jaiden managed to build up enough stamina so that he could fuck me for twenty minutes without cumming. I figured that was good enough. Then, with time running out, I taught him how to pick up women at bars, how to put a condom on, and the best ways to pull out effectively. I also showed him where the best places to get tested for STDs would be. My young man was all ready to sow his wild oats without getting some young whore pregnant or embarrassing himself. He got all ready, and I dropped him off at Penn State at the end of August.

Still, I would miss him. In my heart, he’ll always be my boy. But I have bigger things to worry about now. I haven’t had my period in six weeks. Looks like I have another little angel on the way. No more empty nest for Mommy.

 

The End.

 

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