Linda's discovery - Sex Stories

Linda's discovery

... further inappropriate conversations between the two of us. "Hi honey," I answered, trying to set a somewhat serious tone off the bat. "Hey gorgeous," he said cheerfully. "Long time, no chat." "Mark, before we chat anymore, I want to talk about the other night," I said sternly. "I love you and love that you and I can talk about anything – but our conversation last Tuesday was not the kind of conversation any mother should have with her son. I just want you to know that I'm sorry that I encouraged it and it won't happen again." There was a brief silence on the other end of the line. I hoped I hadn't come across as judgmental of him. "Mark? Baby? Are you there?" I asked, this time my tone was softer. "Yeah mom, I'm here," he said. I tried to read into his voice what he was thinking but I couldn't. "Geez mom, I hear what you are saying. But I guess I have a different take on it," he explained. "I loved that we were able to talk like that to each other. I can't tell you how hot it was for me and how much I ca--, um, enjoyed it after we hung up." "Honey, that's not what I'm saying..." I interrupted. "I know mom," he said before I could go on. "I know it may seem weird for most mom and sons, but it seemed okay for us is all I am trying to say. I love you mom. And I want to be able to talk to you about anything, even if it is about sex. Actually, especially if it is about sex. Who better to talk to when I have questions about things like that than your mom or dad?" he reasoned. I ...

... knew he was rationalizing, at least somewhat, but he was also hitting a soft spot with me. Since his dad had left, it was just him and me. I knew that I was probably over-protective, but I also knew that I had to fill the role of both mom and dad in his life, since his own dad spent less and less time with him as the years went by. "But honey," I said, trying to gain control of the conversation again, "it's one thing for us to talk about things like sex and masturbation, and it's another for us to listen to each other as we do it." "Gosh mom, you were playing with yourself too?" he asked, obviously excited. Uh oh, I thought. I knew that I had accidently confirmed what I thought he already knew. How was I going to get out of this? I quickly decided to try the clinical, honest approach. "Well, yes," I offered, somewhat unsteadily. "Guys aren't the only ones that masturbate. We all do from time to time." "See mom?" he said kind of laughing, "That's the kind of thing I am talking about. I know that everyone does it, but I guess I never actually thought that you did it too. I mean I guess I never thought of you in that way and it's kind of nice that now I know you weren't mad at me." I could feel whatever upper hand that I was trying to achieve was quickly disappearing. But I also needed him to know that I loved him no matter how I felt about what we had done just a few days before. "Honey, I think you are missing what I am trying to say," I said. "Of course I wasn't mad. And you ...