The Sex Talk Chapters 4 and 5 [MF] [inc] [cheat]

*I’ve written this story through chapter 8. 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/)

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“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 in 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 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. “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.

~~

“You came to bed late last night.” Barry walked into the kitchen, yawned, and poured himself a cup of coffee. The clouds outside the kitchen window were peachy with the sunrise.

“Um … yes, just enjoying my hot chocolate and some reading.” Naomi didn’t care for lying to her husband, but it beat the alternative.

“And you’re up early.” Barry took a long sip from his mug and regarded his wife. She looked a little worn out. Something seemed off about her.

“Ready to meet the day.” Naomi tried for her most sincere smile and toasted him with her mug.

“Why are you wearing a turtleneck?” Barry looked her up and down. “It’s supposed to be hot today.”

“I’ve got some sort of rash. Didn’t want to freak anyone out.”

“A rash?” Barry walked over to the kitchen table and put down his mug. “Let me see.”

“I don’t think so.” Naomi shook her head. Why had she said anything about a rash? “I could be contagious.”

“Let me see.” Barry folded his arms over his belly bulge. He frowned at her.

Naomi pulled down the neck of her turtleneck, turned the hickeys toward him, and held her breath.

“Mmmmmm.” Barry poked a hickey with his finger. “Hhhhmmmmmmmmm. I know what’s happening here.”

“You do?” Noami’s pulse beat in her ears.

“Do you have these marks anywhere else?”

“Um … on my …” Her stomach dropped. “Er … on my chest.”

“Just as I thought.” Barry sat down, picked up his mug, and took a long sip of coffee. He looked his wife right in her pretty, brown eyes. “Mrs. Naomi Suzuki … you’ve got a case of the Mondays.” He laughed at his own joke. A series of guffaws cascaded around the room.

Naomi frowned at him. Did he know? Was he messing with her? Would her own sweet husband toy with her before asking for a divorce?

Barry’s laughter faded. “No … seriously.” He didn’t seem to notice that his wife was stone faced. “I think you’re having an allergic reaction to something. Like maybe a new necklace or something. You put anything new on your neck recently.”

“Yes.” Naomi shivered. Her son’s mouth was new to her neck.

“Well, there you go.” Barry reached for her face and straightened her glasses. She had some flakey white stuff on the black frame near the right lens. He scraped it off with his fingernail. “Get rid of that new thing and see if it gets better.”

“Great, thanks, honey.” Naomi forced a smile. Maybe she should back off on the sex talk with David. She was lucky her husband was so oblivious. “I’ll do that.”

“David still sleeping?” Barry felt like changing the subject to something more interesting. “That young man is off carousing almost every night. He’s got to get his head on straight before college starts.”

“He will, honey,” Naomi murmured.

“I chased girls plenty when I was eighteen, but I also kept my head in my books.”

“How did you do with the girls?” Naomi had never asked him before.

“Well, women are tough to read, and all men get rejected most of the time.” Barry chuckled.

“Right.” Naomi thought of all the videos she’d seen of David plundering the neighborhood wives. Father and son could not be more different.

“Anyway, I got you. Didn’t I?” Barry smiled at his wife and patted her thigh.

“Right, honey. You got me.” Naomi frowned at her husband.

~~

“Ggggrrrgggghhhhhh.” Naomi could not believe she had her son’s long cock down her throat again. She gurgled on it in his bedroom. About twenty minutes earlier, her husband had left for work, and Naomi had woken David to tell him he needed to focus on life outside of women. He’d laughed at her and somehow talked her into another blowjob. Now, she deepthroated him for all she was worth, while his hand pressed on the back of her head.

“Hey, Mom. I love … ugh … love this. I really do. But …” David smiled down at her, her pretty lips were so distorted around his thick shaft. She was a natural. “I’m sorta … getting … bored. And when I get bored … I … uuuuggghhhhh … have to turn my women out.”

Naomi pulled her head back and slowly dislodged him from her throat and mouth. Goodness, there was so much of him. She still marveled that he’d trained her to take it all. She sucked in air, gasping as she looked up at him. “I told you not to talk … about … prostitution … with me. You don’t really do … that … with those married women. Do you?”

“No way.” David gave her his perfect smile. “I’m only joking.” But his eyes said there was truth there. “Anyway, you don’t want to bore me. Right?”

“Of course not, sweetie.” She had to tilt her head sideways to look around his veiny, saliva-coated penis to see his eyes. She caught her breath. “But I really did mean what I said when I came in here. Maybe we should cool all this. And you should stop dating so many women. And, you know, get ready for college.”

“That’s not going to happen, Mom.” His brow furrowed. “You can’t mean that, you were just gagging on my cock.”

“I … I …” Naomi knew he had a point.

“It’s time you learned how to move your hips.” David scooted back on the bed and reclined onto his back. “Hop on top of me. I’m going to show you how a woman is supposed to move.”

“We are not having sex, David.” Naomi stood up, fully intending to storm out the door, but hesitated. She smoothed out her skirt, looking down to avoid his gaze.

“Of course not. You’re my mom. We can’t have sex.” David laughed.

“Oh.” Naomi let out a nervous chuckle. “I’m glad we’re on the same page.”

“Keep your dumb turtleneck on. Keep your skirt on. I don’t care.” David waved his hand dismissively. “I’m going to show you how to move. You can use the moves I teach you on Dad when I go to college. He’ll love it.”

“Well …” Naomi’s knees trembled as she climbed on the bed and straddled her son’s stomach. “I do want to make your father happy.” She tucked her skirt between her legs and under her butt, giving her an added layer of protection against contact with her son’s massive penis. “What do I do?”

“I’ll grab your hips like this and move you to start.” He put his hands on the flesh just below her hips, and dug his fingers into her skirt. He could feel her tense, and then relax as he moved her back and put her right on top of his dick. The bottom of his shaft pressed through her clothes on her pussy. “Once you get a feel for it, I’ll let you move on your own.”

“Okay,” she squeaked.

“Now, we can’t really do bouncing like this, so we’ll do grinding. You grind with Dad?” David watched her face as it filled with nervous apprehension. Her expressions in these situations were like a drug to him.

“I … um … usually just lay there for him.” Naomi bit her bottom lip. She didn’t know what to do with her hands, so she put them on David’s muscled chest. He was so strong.

“I’m not surprised.” David smirked. “A good slut knows how to use her hips. First, you can grind back and forth like this.” He guided her so that the bottom of his cock rubbed against her pussy.

“Ooohhhhhh.” Naomi shuddered. “I see.” What a feeling. She let him move her hips so that they rotated up and down as she moved back and forth. Grinding. She was grinding. They did that for a while. The room filled with her heavy breathing and the little grunts that escaped her mouth.

“Now try it on your own.” David removed his hands from her hips and watched her. Her perfect tits wobbled in unison inside her bra and turtleneck. He’d see them bouncing unbridled soon enough. His mom had lost her body to him a while ago, she just didn’t know it yet.

“Like this?” She found a good rhythm. Naomi felt a little like stripper in a movie, the way she undulated her hips. But she liked it. Her vagina tingled as it moved up and down his length. Somehow, her skirt had moved and now only her panties kept her privates from her son’s. She didn’t stop.

“Yeah, that’s good, Mom. Keep going.” He could tell from the way her face twisted up that she was working herself up to an orgasm. Time to give her something new before she got there. He placed his hands back on her hips. “Now, if you want to do some advanced maneuvers. You can move your hips in little circles. See?” He guided her with his hands. “Sit up straight while you do this.”

“Ooohhhhhh.” Naomi sat up straight, holding her hands awkwardly in the air. Her fingers made odd symbols as they flexed and curled with pleasure. “Ohhhhh, mmmmyyyyy. Davey. I … uuuggghhhh … feel so naughty.” Her hips rocked in circles. The panties that protected her were now soaked through. “I’m … I’m … oh, my … it’s happening … Davey.” She shut her eyes tight and convulsed on him. The electricity surged through her, and her hips seized up. “Aaaahhhhhhhh.” She let out one long, low guttural moan.

“That’s my slut.” David smacked her right tit while she came, and put his hand back to her hip.

When she recovered, she found that her hips were moving in little circles on their own. “Oh, my sweet Davey. What have you done to me?”

“I’ve got one more trick for you today, Mom.” David squeezed her and moved her in a new direction. “You can combine the two moves to grind like this. A little half-circle, and then forward, and a half-circle, and forward.”

“Wow.” Naomi really was moving like a slut. It was awkward at first, but after a little while, she got the hang of it. She was very aware of his manhood sliding along her slick panties. Naomi wondered how she would please him. “Is this … is this good … for you?”

“It’s alright.” David let go of her hips and let her move on her own. She had it down pretty good now. “You can finish me off after.”

“After … what?” The room seemed hazy around Naomi. She felt like a fog of lust had settled over her.

“After you cum again.” He slapped at her heavy tit again and watched it shake under her dumb turtleneck. “How many times has Dad made you cum?”

“A … handful.” Naomi’s eyes closed again as the tide surged inside her.

“This year?” David thought he knew the answer.

“Ever,” Naomi whispered.

David laughed, a loud, jovial sound. “And you’re about to have your second orgasm this hour.”

“Yes … oh … yes … ohhhhhhhhhhhhh.” Naomi was transported away by pleasure again.

Ten minutes later, she was back on her knees, eagerly burying her son’s penis in her throat. Naomi needed to reward him for the lesson he’d given her.

“That’s … my … slut.” David grunted. “About to …”

Naomi’s eyes bulged. She pulled the cock until only the tip was in her mouth. She listened to his manly sounds as he splashed a hot, salty mess on her tongue. She gobbled it up. Naomi refused to take him out of her mouth until she felt him pulling her hair. She reluctantly let his cockhead pop free.

“That was … great.” David smiled and wiped a drop of cum off her dainty chin. “I’m going to take a nap now. Make me pancakes when I wake up?”

“Sure.” Naomi nodded, wiped the fog off her glasses, and stood up. “David, I … um …” She looked down to see some stains spreading on the turtleneck over her breasts. She’d have to get changed for sure. “I mean … Davey … I was wondering if we …” She stared blankly at her son’s still hard penis.

“Yeah?” David yawned and put his head on his pillow. His dick stood straight up. He wasn’t worried, it would calm itself eventually.

“Never mind.” Naomi turned and headed for the door. “I’ll have the pancakes ready for you.”

“Great.” David closed his eyes as Naomi quietly let herself out of his room.

~~

Over the next few days, David made no demands of Naomi. This was welcome to her, but also quite frustrating. On the one hand, he’d listened to her about cooling things off. On the other, she couldn’t stop thinking about those mind-melting orgasms he’d given her.

Racked with indecision, Naomi thought about talking to David a dozen times, but put it off. Every time she looked at her husband, the back of her neck tingled with guilt. Not only for what she’d done, but for what she considered doing. Time after time she thought about David’s certainty that moms and sons couldn’t have sex. Was that true? Surely it must be. But was it so ironclad? Her mind ping-ponged the idea day after day.

Finally, the dam burst when David stopped in the kitchen before going out on one of his dates.

“Can we talk for a sec, Davey?” Naomi turned toward her son and leaned her butt against the counter.

“If this is about my date, can we talk when Dad isn’t in the next room?” David could hear the sound of the television from the living room. His father was watching one of his nature shows.

“It’s okay.” Naomi beckoned David closer and lowered her voice. “He won’t move from the sofa until after his show is done.”

“What’s up?” David sauntered over to his mom and leaned his hip on the counter next to her.

“I’ve … um … been thinking. And …” Naomi’s heart beat like a drum. She looked up into his eyes.

“And?” David raised an eyebrow. “I don’t want to be late for my date, Mom.”

“I was thinking that maybe … before you go to college … we should …” Naomi wanted to die. Was she really going to ask him for this? “I … I mean … we … should have sex.” The words came tumbling out of her. “If you’re really going to … you know … teach me. So, I can please your father … I mean …”

“I don’t know, Mom.” David couldn’t wipe the faint half-smile off his face. “That seems really wrong.”

“I know. I know.” She frowned. This was so humiliating. “I just … it wouldn’t be so bad with a condom, right? And I could practice moving like you showed me.”

David pulled his phone from his pocket and looked at it. “I’m going to be late.” He leaned forward and kissed her cheek. “Sure. I mean, you’re right. We should complete the sex talk before I go away to school.” He gently smacked her tit through her dress. “I gotta go.”

“Oh, okay.” Naomi didn’t even consider admonishing him for giving her boob a light smack. There were too many butterflies flapping in her stomach. He’d said yes. “Have a good date, sweetie.”

“Thanks. Bye, Mom.” David left the room.

Naomi heard the front door slam and watched the spot in the kitchen doorway where he’d been for a long time. What had she got herself into?

*I’ve written this story through chapter 8. 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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