Two Mothers (Part 2) - Sex Stories

Two Mothers (Part 2)

Chapter Four: Henry "Mom! I don't have any clothes on!" Henry protested. "That's all right, Henry. I want to have a little talk with you." Margret said. It was late at night. The previous day's counseling session with Walter had ignited Margret's carnal curiosity. Margaret had deliberately entered her son's room without knocking, hoping to catch him in the nude. She'd almost succeeded. Henry had just come out of the shower, but he was still holding the towel, and he automatically covered his crotch with it when the door opened. He now sat bashfully on the edge of the bed, looking expectantly at his mom. Margaret stepped into the pool of light cast by the lamp on his nightstand. She'd dressed carefully for the occasion, in a crotch- length negligee that clearly revealed her spectacular body through the transparent fabric. Henry's eyes eagerly focused on his Mom's swaying tits. It was having the effect Margaret had desired. "That....that looks good on you, Mom," Henry said, blushing. He was short and slightly built, with a cherubic face that made him look even younger than he was. "I don't remember seeing it before." "Thank you, Henry. I'm glad you noticed. I've had it for a while. I just haven't worn it. I am sorry if I startled you. Do you mind if I just stay and talk to you for a minute?" "OK, sure." Henry said trying not to stare in an obvious manner. Margaret sat beside her son on the bed, trying not to look at his crotch. "You know, you're getting to be a very handsome ...

... young man, Henry. It's been a long time since I've had a really honest discussion with you about growing up. Things change Henry and you are soon going to be a young man. Deep down inside, I suppose I still think of you as my little boy." "That's okay Mom," Henry shrugged. "Henry, let me ask you a personal question. First you should know that I know everything changes as a boy gets older. Boys start to get urges. So my question is; do you think about sex these days? Are you starting to get sexual urges? Remember I know that is normal." Margaret shifted sideways on the bed, nestling into the mattress, her tits jiggling under the transparent negligee as she looked into his eyes. Henry blushed and looked away. "Well, yeah. I guess I do sometimes." "I'm sure it's been quite awhile since you reached puberty, Henry. But I've never really had an open sexual discussion with you. It is ironic that I discuss these things with clients your age all the time . . . ." Margaret hesitated. "But Henry, I've never had one with you. I can tell you are honest about your urges, but have you acted on any of those urges? Are you still a virgin?" "Jeez, Mom." Henry whined. "Do we have to talk? I really don't want to talk about it." "Henry, it is time that we had this talk and the only rule is that we are honest with each other . . . . honest even if it is uncomfortable to talk about it. You have to know that it is uncomfortable for everyone to talk like this. Even for me. But I want you to try Henry." ...