The Island, Chapter 25 - Sex Stories

The Island, Chapter 25

... in her life, I realized she must have been looking forward as a devoted mother to explaining things to her son herself. They had been so close for his whole life, having me explain the facts of life must have seemed like a betrayal. “He didn’t come to me, that’s just it,” I told her. “I stumbled upon them.” I gave her a brief rundown of my encounter with Jared and Madison, and as I finished she seemed a bit more mollified. “There’s still a lot more he can learn. I told him he needed to talk to you about it.” I held her hand in mine, wiping her face with a towel. “It’s not your fault; you did everything right. It’s just hard for a growing boy to discuss sexual topics with his mother. If you take the initiative from here, I think he’ll get over his embarrassment.” I thought briefly. “In fact, it’s going to be a lot easier to teach him now that he’s got a training partner.” She smiled slightly. “I guess so. I’m not so unconventional that I planned introducing him to sex myself. I just wanted to be the one to tell him about it, and to be aware when he had reached this point in his life. Now I’m playing catch-up, and I feel like we’re not as close as I thought.” “Why don’t you take him on an exploring hike, and that way the two of you can have some alone time and talk it out. Once the ice is broken, I’m sure he’ll open up to you. I confess I already talked to him about masturbation. He came to me a couple of days ago, and asked me not to tell you. I think this trumps that, ...

... though. You guys need to reestablish lines of communication.” I rubbed her shoulders, beginning to become aroused at her sweaty, naked body against mine in spite of the circumstances. The rush of adrenaline her attack had brought on had left me all fired up, and now that the threat was over my overworked glands were seeking some form of release. “I remember when I was his age. I couldn’t have talked to my mom about sex or jerking off if my life depended on it. The fact that he was able to tell you about this at all speaks volumes about how great a parent you are.” My caresses moved to her arms, and then to her belly. I guess her emotional state was heightened, too, because she responded to my touch, reaching back and running her fingers through my hair. I took that as a sign of encouragement, and brought my hands up to her chest, stroking the stiff peaks of her nipples and kneading the firm flesh of her breasts. A moan broke from her, and she twisted in my arms, lunging in for a passionate kiss. We necked like teenagers for a minute or two, our hands busy stroking each other’s bodies with abandon, then broke off for air. She looked at me, eyes shining and chest heaving. “I’m so sorry I hit you, Dave. I wasn’t in my right mind. You did the best you could with my boy and I’m grateful for that. Did I hurt you?” “A little,” I admitted ruefully. “But I’ll mend. You sure do pack a wicked kick, woman. Usually I have pads on. This time I caught the full brunt of it.” “I was champion at the ...