The Sex Talk Chapter 4

*I’ve written this story through chapter 6. All chapters are available on my website. You can find the link in my Reddit profile if you’re interested. If you prefer to wait, I’ll post about a chapter a month here. All characters in sexual situations are 18 or older. Thanks for reading!*

*Previous Chapters:*

[Chapters 1 and 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/f1sso4/the_sex_talk_chapters_1_and_2_mf_inc_cheat/)

[Chapter 3](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/f1su4x/the_sex_talk_chapter_3_mf_inc_cheat/)

*Commissioned by Kuudere.*

**Chapter 4**

“You’re getting so good at that, Mom.” David cupped the back of his mother’s head with his hand as she gurgled on his cock. In the background, the woman in the porn video cried out a powerful orgasm.

“Mmmmpppphhhhhhh.” Naomi bobbed her head, the long penis pushing down her throat. It hadn’t been long ago that she hadn’t even known that women did this for men. Now, over the past week, she had become accomplished at deepthroating her son. What was he turning her into?

“I’m getting close. Remember … what I taught you.” He pushed on her brown hair with some urgency. “When … ugh … you feel it … coming out … pull back so just the head … is in your mouth. You … can … swallow … that way.” David was so pleased with how her sex education was coming along. “Ready?”

“Mmmppphhhhhhhhh.” Naomi pulled the thing out of her throat so that just that bulbous tip was in her mouth. She sucked hard on it. His saltiness hit her tongue and Naomi gulped and gulped, keeping her lips sealed around the head. Her son’s mess slid down her throat. The contrast between his father’s meager loads, and a young man’s river of sperm was something that always made her insanely wet.

“Aaaaahhhhhhhhh … that’s a good … slut.” David jerked his hips one, two, three more times and he was spent. “Now let’s … see. Did any slip out?”

Naomi finished swallowing his stuff and sat up, a proud smile on her face. There was just a little cum on her teeth and her lips. Her glasses were fogged from her efforts.

“Nice, Mom.” David laughed. “You swallowed it all. You’re getting so good. I could turn you out for tricks if I didn’t mind sharing you.”

“David.” Naomi frowned. She was not a whore and never would be. She was just taking care of her son before he left for college. And maybe learning a little about sex.

“Don’t worry.” David laughed. “I only turn out the wives I get bored with. I’ll never get bored with you.”

“You better not be engaged in prostitution, David.” Naomi took off her glasses and wiped them on her shirt.

“I’m kidding, of course.” David winked at her. “Now run along, Mom. Dad’s gonna be home soon. You should probably brush your teeth or something.”

“It’s not very funny.” But Naomi smiled and stood up. “I’ll go get cleaned up. Would you like a snack?”

“Yeah, I’m going to play some games now. Maybe a couple apples, cut up the way I like?”

“Sure, sweetheart.” Naomi put her glasses back on and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. She knew just the way he liked it.

~~

That night, while David was on one of his dates, Naomi and Barry sat in the living room watching some TV. Naomi’s phone buzzed and she looked to see it was a text from her son.

“You’re really popular these days.” Barry didn’t look over at his wife. He was busy watching the huge dragon swoop over the white city below.

“Just the girls. Lots of gossip, you know?” Naomi discretely angled her phone’s screen away from her husband and opened the text. It read, *Where’s Dad?*

Naomi replied, *We’re watching TV.* Her heart beat like a heavy drum in her chest. *Where are you?*

A second later, the reply came in. *Mrs. Stevens is blowing me in my car.* A second later, another message came in. *But she’s getting boring. Send me something sexy with Dad in the background.*

“Um … I have to get up for a minute.” Naomi’s ears turned very red, and she stood up.

“Want me to pause it?” Barry slouched on the couch, his belly pushing at his button up shirt. He kept his eyes on the action on screen.

“No. Enjoy, honey. I’ll be right back.” Naomi walked around the sofa to the living room doorway. Sexy, sexy, sexy. She had to send David something sexy. God, what if she got caught? Her heart now beating like a hummingbird, Naomi watched the back of her husband’s balding head as she pulled down her dress and bra, exposing her boobs. With her left hand, she pushed her left boob up to her mouth and stuck her nipple in her mouth. With her right hand, she held up the phone and took the selfie, smiling around the pink nipple in her teeth.

“Honey, you still there?” Barry sat upright and turned his head.

The bottom dropped out of Naomi’s stomach. She accidently dropped her phone on the floor and turned her back to him, covering her breasts with her arm.

“What are you doing?” Barry looked back at his wife who seemed quite panicked. Her round butt up in the air as she retrieved something from the ground.

“Oh, I just dropped my phone.” Naomi tried to sound nonchalant.

“Well, anyway, when you get back, could you bring me a beer?” Barry turned back to the television, completely oblivious to his once faithful wife’s shenanigans.

“Sure, honey.” Naomi fetched the phone and raced off into the kitchen. A nervous sweat formed on her forehead. She tucked her breasts back into her bra and dress and sent the selfie to her son. She pulled a beer out of the fridge and popped the top while she waited for David’s response.

In a minute, it came through. *Noice. You’re gonna make me cum.*

A shiver ran down Naomi’s spine. She loved pleasing her college-bound son. She put the beer on the counter and waited, imagining David’s ejaculation flowing down poor Mrs. Stevens’s throat. Five minutes passed, and another message arrived from David. *Thanks Mom. You can go back to Dad now.* Naomi was about to put the phone away when one more message came through. It was a quick little looping video of David spewing his seed all over Mrs. Stevens’s pretty face. “Oh, my.” Without thinking, Naomi lifted her dress, pushed her panties to the side, and found her clit.

Vagina tingling, Naomi completely forgot about her husband in the other room. “She’s so pretty … how could she …?” Naomi whispered to herself.

“Honey, how’s that beer coming along?” Barry called from the other room.

“Sorry, just a sec.” Naomi pulled her panties back and dropped her dress, leaving herself unsatisfied.

Beer in hand, Naomi went back into the living room. If Barry noticed how much she squirmed, trying to adjust her wet panties during the rest of the program, he didn’t say anything.

~~

The front door slammed. Naomi heard it from her comfy armchair in the living room where she read a novel. Immediately, her pulse quickened and her vagina dampened. Regards to Ivan Pavlov. She was like one of his dogs. “Is that you, Davey?”

“Hi, Mom.” David walked into the room with a bright smile on his face. “I think it’s time we continued our sex talk.”

“Yes?” Butterflies flapped in Naomi’s stomach. “Something new?”

“Exactly.” David walked up to her armchair, and stopped a foot away. He unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. “What do you know about facials?”

“Some of my friends get them down at the salon.” Naomi adjusted her glasses as her son dropped his pants. “But I have pretty good skin, so …”

“You are such a virgin, Mom.” David laughed, a low, lilting sound that filled the living room. He dropped his boxers and let his hardening dick flop out. “A facial is when I cum all over your face and you take it like a warm summer rain. Like the vid I sent you of Mrs. Stevens.”

“Oh.” Naomi didn’t know what to think of that. She’d gotten so good at not having his cum all her over her face. But that video had really struck at something inside her. “I see.”

“So, get to work. I’m going to teach you all about it.” He stepped closer to her, his dick now fully hard.

“Okay.” Naomi reached out and took hold of him. “Your penis is so big.” She jerked him with her hands.

“My cock, Mom.” David smiled down at her. “Call it a cock.”

“Um … okay. Your cock is really big, sweetie.” Naomi focused on pleasing him.

“Bigger than Dad’s?”

“Well, of course. I mean … it’s not even close.” What Naomi said was true.

“Would you let Dad spray his cum all over your face?”

“He wouldn’t …” Naomi frowned. She felt bad for her poor husband. But here she was, stroking their hung son. “He wouldn’t be able to. He doesn’t spray much, and it doesn’t go … very far.”

David laughed again. “So perfect, Mom. I could take you away from him if I wanted.”

“That’s not true, David.” But she didn’t make eye contact as she said it. She worked in silence for a good long while. She slobbered on his cock a couple times to make him wet for her hands.

“Okay … Mom. I’ll … take it from here.” He pushed her hands off his dick and stroked himself. “Turn your face … toward the ceiling … yeah … like that.”

“Oh, David. I can’t believe I’m letting you do this on purpose.” Naomi looked up at the ceiling, her son’s cock hovering right above her chin.

“Tongue out … Mom.” David shuddered as he watched her open her mouth and stick out her tongue. “Take … it.”

Spurt after spurt of hot seed shot out of David’s cock and landed on Naomi’s pretty face and soft, brown hair. The familiar salty taste hit her tongue. Learning facials was a lot easier than learning to deepthroat him, or swallow that amazing amount of sperm. She let him grunt and shower her until, with a few final shakes of his penis, he was done.

“You’re … a … good … slut.” David sighed and looked at what he’d done to her. His cum dripped from her forehead, glasses, cheeks, nose, and chin. She was a mess and he loved it.

“Thank you, Davey.” Naomi opened her eyes, but couldn’t see past the sperm on her lenses. She wiped her glasses off with her left hand to find David with his phone pointed at her. “What are you doing?”

“I’ll need something to remember you by when I leave home.” He took a couple pictures. “Perfect. Hold up your left hand more. You have cum on your wedding ring.”

“Don’t do that, David.” But Naomi held her hand higher. She must have looked like a common slut. What if those pictures ever got out? But then she thought of all the other pictures she’d already sent him. A couple more didn’t really matter, even if she was covered in his stuff.

“Smile, Mom.” David took more pictures, until, finally his mom smiled. “Nice. I’m going to go take a shower. You should get yourself cleaned up.” David pulled his boxers and pants back up, gave her a wink, and headed for the stairs.

Naomi watched her tall, young man go. What would he do to her next?

~~

The clock struck midnight and Naomi sat at the kitchen table with her hot chocolate steaming before her. She’d left her husband asleep in bed to come down to the kitchen and watch some of the videos her son had sent her. The phone rested on the table, and it showed Mrs. Stevens’s big butt shaking as David pounded her from behind. Even without the sound, a few seconds of the video was enough to make Naomi wet. How could David ever grow bored of Mrs. Stevens?

The front door opened and slammed shut. “Mom?” David’s voice came in from the front hall.

“I’m in here, Davey.” Naomi quickly put the phone away. She wasn’t sure why she should hide it from David, maybe force of habit.

“What are you doing up?” David strolled into the kitchen, dropped his jacket on the floor, and sat on his mom’s lap.

“You’re too big to sit there, sweetie. Get off.” She tried to push him, but he was strong. Instead, her fingers ended up kneading his muscles.

“I had a lovely first date tonight, Mom.” David reached for the mug and took a sip of hot chocolate. “Mmm, that’s good.”

“I can smell her on you.” Naomi’s nostrils flared. There was the familiar, earthy aroma of his seed, mixed with some perfume, and some other womanly scent. “Someone from school?”

“Sorta.” David put the hot chocolate down and turned to his mom, still sitting on her lap. “A friend’s mom.”

“Oh, David. What am I going to do with you?”

“Kiss me.” David leaned in and planted a kiss on her soft lips.

“Not now. Your father’s home.” Naomi tried to push him away again to no avail. He had a tangy taste on his lips. She realized he must have gone down on that poor woman earlier in the evening and she was tasting another woman’s vagina. A quick shiver racked her body.

“Dad must be sound asleep by now. The old guy can’t stay up past ten. Live a little, Mom.” David bent in and kissed her more deeply.

Naomi pushed at his shoulders, murmured her objection for a minute, and then gave into the make-out session. No one had ever kissed her with more passion than her son.

Soon, they staggered together into the living room, leaving behind Naomi’s steaming beverage. David’s hands went under her pajamas and kneaded her boobs. His mouth went to her ear. He nibbled on her earlobe and felt her shudder in response. He then worked his way to her neck and sucked and sucked.

“Oooohhhhhhh, Davey. Oh, my. I feel like a teenager again.” Naomi writhed under his touch, tilting her head to expose more of her slender neck to him. “So good.”

“I … want to … mark you,” David said between sucking kisses on her flesh. “Make … you … mine.” He tore at her pajama top and buttons flew about the room. He dropped down to feast on her tits. “Mine … mine … mine …” He sucked the soft, pliant flesh of her upper breasts.

“Mark me? Wait, Davey. Wait …” It took a second to register what he meant. Her eyes shot wide and looked down as he worked her breasts with his lips and teeth. “No.” Naomi squirmed out from under him and stood, holding her pajama top open to see what he’d done. There were already little red mouth marks all over her boobs. “What did you do? Your father will see this, David.” Naomi looked over at him with the most stern look she’d given him in a while.

“When you said that about being a teenager … well, I thought you’d like it. Sorry.” David smiled. He did not look sorry at all.

“I … I can’t let your father know that you’ve been giving me *the sex talk*, David. He’ll divorce me. Or worse.” Naomi closed her top over her breasts and hugged herself with her arms. “I’m going to bed. I want you to think about what you’ve done. I don’t know how I’m going to hide this from your father.” Naomi stormed up the stairs.

“Night, Mom.” David didn’t worry about pushing her too far. She’d be upset with him for maybe a day, and then she’d want more of his dick. That’s how it always was with these older women. His mom needed more lessons, and he could tell she was now eager to be trained. Finally, he got up and sauntered off to the shower to wash the night off him.

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*I’ve written this story through chapter 6. All chapters are available on my website. You can find the link in my Reddit profile if you’re interested. If you prefer to wait, I’ll post about a chapter a month here. All characters in sexual situations are 18 or older. Thanks for reading!*

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