Andy: Hey Mom
Mom: Hey sweetie! How’s your day going? 😊
Andy: Meh
Mom: Just meh? Anything wrong?
Andy: Nah, just tired I guess. Long week.
Mom: Fair enough. Is anything fun planned for the weekend?
Andy: Dunno yet. Maybe hang with the guys.
Mom: Sounds good. Have you been eating okay? Don’t forget veggies! 😉
Andy: Yeah yeah, veggies. Mom, gotta ask you something… kinda random.
Mom: Okay… shoot. Is everything alright? You’re texting kinda weird.
Andy: It’s nothing bad… just… are you busy rn?
Mom: Not really, just chilling on the couch. What’s up? You okay? You’re starting to worry me.
Andy: Haha sorry. Yeah, I’m fine physically. Just… mentally kinda blah.
Mom: Blah how? Like stressed? Sad? Tell me, hon.
Andy: Ugh, it’s dumb.
Mom: Nothing you tell your mom is dumb, Andy. Come on, spill.
Andy: It’s just… personal.
Mom: Personal like…? Boy stuff? 😉
Andy: … Yeah. Boy stuff. Ugh. See? Dumb.
Mom: Andy, seriously, talk to me. Is it about girls? School? Friends?
Andy: It’s… about… well… girls kinda indirectly.
Mom: Okay… starting to get warmer. Girl trouble? Did something happen? Don’t be shy, I went through it all too, you know.
Andy: No, nothing happened. That’s kinda the problem.
Mom: Nothing happened? Like what do you mean?
Andy: Like… still nothing. You know.
Mom: … Still nothing…? Are we talking… about… girlfriends?
Andy: Ugh, Mom, can we just drop it? It’s embarrassing.
Mom: Embarrassing to talk to your own mom? Come on, Andy. I’m here for you. Whatever “nothing happened” means, you can tell me.
Andy: Fine. It means… I’m still a virgin. Okay? There. Said it. Happy? Now can we please change the subject?
Mom: Okay… Okay. No pressure, Andy. It’s your life, your pace. But… is that what’s making you feel “blah”?
Andy: Well yeah, kinda. Sort of. It’s more than just that tho.
Mom: More than just being a virgin? What else is bothering you, sweetie?
Andy: It’s… really embarrassing.
Mom: Andy, honey, I promise I won’t judge. I’m your mom. You can tell me anything.
Andy: Ugh… okay fine. Deep breath. It’s… I’m worried… about my… you know… my thingy.
Mom: Your… thingy? You mean… your…?
Andy: Yes, Mom! My penis! Jeez. I’m worried it’s… small.
Mom: … Oh. Okay. I see.
Andy: Yeah. And I’m worried that’s why nothing’s ever happened with girls, and I’m gonna be a loser forever, and it’s just… it’s eating away at me, Mom. It’s stupid, I know.
Mom: It’s not stupid to be worried about things that matter to you, Andy. It’s understandable to feel insecure. But… honey… have you actually… measured? Compared? Where are you getting this idea from?
Andy: The internet, obviously. And… just… looking at myself in the mirror. It just looks… small. Compared to… stuff.
Mom: Andy, the internet is NOT a good place to get accurate info about… well, about anything really, especially not bodies! And mirrors can be deceiving, and everyone develops at their own pace… Honey, have you talked to anyone else about this? Like your friends?
Andy: God no! Are you crazy? I can’t talk to my friends about my penis size! They’d laugh me out of the group.
Mom: Okay, okay, I understand. Look, Andy… this is a little… unusual for a text conversation. Are you sure you want to be talking about this over text?
Andy: Where else am I supposed to talk about it? In person? Even more embarrassing! Texting feels… safer. Less… real.
Mom: Okay. Texting it is then if that’s what you need. So… you really think it’s small?
Andy: Yeah. I really do. I feel… inadequate.
Mom: Sweetheart… I highly doubt it. But… okay… um… is there… any way you could… like… show me? Just so I can see what you’re talking about?
Andy: WHAT?! MOM! Are you serious?! Show you?!
Mom: Well, how else am I supposed to… you know… assess the situation? I’m your mom. I’ve seen you naked before, Andy, when you were a baby! It’s not like it’s some huge taboo.
Andy: Yeah, when I was a BABY! This is different! This is… mortifying!
Mom: Okay, okay, deep breaths. Think of it like… sending me a picture for… medical advice? Like a virtual check-up? I promise I won’t laugh. I promise I’ll be objective. And honest. And supportive.
Andy: … Medical advice? Really reaching there, Mom.
Mom: Just trying to help! Come on, Andy. Think of it this way – you’re clearly really upset about this. What do you have to lose? Worst case scenario, I confirm your fears. But I honestly, truly, don’t think that’s going to happen.
Andy: … Ugh. Fine. But you are NEVER to speak of this again. EVER. To ANYONE. It’s strange to me.
Mom: I swear, Andy. Absolutely swear. Mom’s honor. Now… whenever you’re ready.
Andy: Okay… deep breaths… sending it now… ugh I’m gonna throw up. Don’t judge. Just… tell me the truth.
Mom: Okay, sending… waiting… okay, got it. … … … … Andy…
Mom: … Andy… are you kidding me?
Mom: Andy! Seriously?!
Andy: … What? What is it? Is it as bad as I thought? Don’t sugarcoat it, Mom. Just be honest.
Mom: Andy… that’s… that’s… absolutely HUGE!
Andy: … Huh? Huge? You’re kidding, right?
Mom: Kidding?! Andy, honey, that’s… above average, by a LOT. Where on earth did you get the idea it was small?!
Andy: … … Seriously? Are you sure? Like, REALLY sure?
Mom: Andy, I am your MOTHER. I think I know a big… never mind. Yes! I am SURE. Absolutely, positively, 100% sure. There is NOTHING small about that, honey. NOTHING.
Andy: … … Wow. … Seriously wow.
Mom: Seriously wow is right! Andy, you’ve been stressing yourself sick over NOTHING! Absolutely nothing!
Andy: … I… I feel… really dumb right now.
Mom: Don’t feel dumb, honey. You were worried, and it was bothering you, and you finally talked about it. That’s brave, actually. Even if the worry was… unfounded. 😉
Andy: Unfounded is an understatement. I’m such an idiot.
Mom: You’re not an idiot, you’re a normal guy with insecurities. Everyone has them! Yours just happened to be about… well… something you definitely don’t need to worry about.
Andy: … Okay. Okay, Mom. Wow. Thank you. Seriously.
Mom: Anytime, sweetie. That’s what moms are for. Now, I think we both need a large glass of wine after this conversation. And maybe delete that picture from my phone memory… just saying. 😉
Andy: Definitely deleting. And yeah, wine sounds good. I still feel kinda… down… but… less down. Definitely less down.
Mom: That’s good to hear. And hey, maybe now that you know you’re… well endowed… you’ll feel a little more confident out there. 😉
Andy: Mom! Stop! Too much! 😂
Mom: God if you weren’t my son, ahhh fuck. Sorry sweetie. 😂😂
Andy: Haha I wish, 😂 at least I wouldn’t be a virgin. 😂😂😂😂
Mom: Are you wanting to lose your virginity tell me the truth.
Andy: Uh… I mean… yeah? I guess so. Is it that obvious?
Mom: Ok… Sweetie, where are you anyway?
Andy: I am in my room on the PC, why?
Mom: So you’re texting me while you’re just upstairs. Come join me, I am having wine. 😉
Mom: So you’re texting me while you’re just upstairs. Come join me, I am having wine. 😉
Andy: Uh… really? Downstairs? Right now? After… all that? 😳
Mom: Yep. Really. Downstairs. Right now. The wine is open, and this conversation feels like it needs to be continued in person, maybe with less… photographic evidence involved. 😂
Andy: Ha. Yeah, okay. Less photos. Less photos. But… are you sure? Won’t it be weird?
Mom: Weird? Honey, we just had a very open and honest conversation about… well, you know. The weird part is over. Now it’s just… talking. And maybe wine. And definitely snacks. I got chips and salsa.
Andy: Chips and salsa… okay, you’re bribing me. Fine. Be right down. But seriously, Mom, don’t make it weird.
Mom: Andy, please. I’m your mom. Making things weird is kinda my superpower. But I promise, I’ll keep the weirdness to a minimum tonight. Just come downstairs. And maybe bring that phone of yours, we got some photos to… permanently delete. 😉
Andy: Ugh, stop! Okay, okay, coming. Give me like, two minutes to… mentally prepare for face-to-face contact after this.
Mom: Take your time, sweetie. Wine’s chilling, chips are calling. See you soon. 😊
Andy sighed and leaned back in his chair. “Mentally prepare,” he muttered to himself, feeling a mix of embarrassment and relief still swirling inside him. He rubbed his face, a small smile tugging at his lips. His mom. Seriously, his mom. He still couldn’t quite believe what had just transpired. But… it had helped. A lot.
He stood up, stretched, and grabbed his phone, quickly navigating to his photo gallery. He found the picture, stared at it for a second, then with a decisive swipe, hit delete. “Adios, insecurity-pic,” he whispered, feeling a little lighter already.
Taking a deep breath, he headed out of his room and down the stairs. As he approached the living room, he could hear the gentle clinking of ice in a glass. His mom was on the couch, a glass of white wine in hand, the TV on mute, a bowl of chips and salsa on the coffee table. She looked up as he entered and smiled warmly.
“Hey,” she said softly, gesturing to the empty space beside her on the couch. “Come sit.”
Andy walked over and sat down, a little awkwardly at first. He looked at his mom, really looked at her, and saw not judgment or amusement, but genuine warmth and… well, motherly love. It was a bit overwhelming.
“Hey,” he replied quietly.
Mom picked up the bowl of chips and offered it to him. “Chips?”
He took a handful. “Thanks.” He crunched on one, the salty, spicy flavour a welcome distraction.
Silence settled between them for a moment, not an uncomfortable silence, but a… processing silence.
Finally, Mom spoke, her voice gentle. “So… feeling any less ‘blah’ now, Mr. Huge?” She couldn’t resist a little teasing smile.
Andy actually chuckled, a genuine laugh this time. “Okay, Mom, you can stop now with the ‘huge’ thing. It’s… still embarrassing.”
“Fair enough,” she conceded, taking a sip of her wine. “But seriously, Andy, I’m glad you told me. About… everything. It takes guts to talk about stuff like that, especially to your mom.”
“Yeah, well,” Andy mumbled, picking at a chip. “Desperate times, desperate measures, I guess.”
“Desperate times?” Mom raised an eyebrow. “Honey, you’re young, healthy, and, as we’ve established, perfectly… normal in every way that matters.”
“Normal, yeah,” Andy repeated, the word sounding a bit hollow to his own ears. “But normal and virgin. That’s… not exactly a winning combination in high school.”
Mom sighed softly and set her wine glass down on the table. She turned to face him more directly. “Andy, being a virgin at your age is completely normal. No rule book says you have to… you know… by a certain time. Everyone goes at their own pace. And honestly, focusing on that as some kind of ‘win’ or ‘lose’ thing is just going to make you more stressed and insecure.”
“But it feels like everyone else isn’t a virgin,” Andy said, his voice low. “Like I’m the only one. And it feels… pathetic.”
“Honey, trust me, appearances can be deceiving. People talk a big game, especially guys. But a lot of it is just talk. And even if some of your friends have had experiences… it doesn’t make you ‘pathetic’ for not having had them yet. It just means your journey is different. And you’re putting way too much pressure on yourself.”
She reached out and gently touched his arm. “And about the… size thing. Andy, that’s just one tiny piece of the puzzle. Confidence, personality, kindness, humour… those are the things that really attract people. Not… measurements.”
Andy looked at her, a glimmer of hope flickering in his eyes. “Really? You think so?”
“I know so,” Mom said firmly. “And you have all those things, Andy. You’re smart, you’re funny, you’re kind… you just need to believe in yourself a little more.”
He was silent for a moment, considering her words. “It’s just… hard sometimes, you know? Feeling like you’re missing out. Feeling… inexperienced.”
“I understand,” Mom said, her voice softening. “But inexperience is just… that. Lack of experience. It’s not a flaw. It’s just a starting point. And everyone starts somewhere.” She paused, then added with a wink, “And honestly, Andy, from what I’ve seen… you’re starting from a pretty good place. You have… potential.” She grinned mischievously.
Andy groaned and buried his face in his hands, but he was laughing. “Mom! Seriously, stop!”
“Okay, okay, I’ll stop,” she chuckled, patting his back. “But seriously, Andy, you’re going to be fine. More than fine. Just relax, be yourself, and stop worrying about things you can’t control. And definitely stay away from… internet ‘size charts’.”
He peeked out from behind his hands, a real smile spreading across his face this time. “Yeah, okay. No more internet charts. Lesson learned.”
Later that night after finishing 2 bottles of wine, Mom became more bolder and very tipsy.
Mom giggled, her cheeks flushed a deep red from the wine. She leaned in closer to Andy, her breath warm against his ear. “You know, honey, I’ve been thinking…” she whispered, her voice low and husky. “Maybe I can help you with your… confidence issues.”
Andy’s eyes widened, his heart pounding in his chest.”Mom, what are you talking about?” he asked, his voice barely audible.
Mom smiled, a mischievous glint in her eye.”I’m talking about giving you some… hands-on experience,” she said, her hand slowly sliding up his thigh. “I’ve raised you, after all. I know you better than anyone. I can teach you everything you need to know.”
Andy swallowed hard, his mind racing. He knew this was wrong, but the alcohol and his mom’s touch were making it hard to think straight.”Mom, I don’t know…” he stammered.
Mom’s hand continued its slow ascent, her fingers brushing against the growing bulge in Andy’s pants.”Shh, just relax,” she whispered, her lips grazing his ear. “Let Mommy take care of you.”
She leaned in, pressing her lips against his neck, kissing and sucking gently. Her other hand reached down, unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans slowly. “Andy,” she murmured between kisses. “So big even when it’s limp. Do you want me to make you a man tonight?”
Andy’s breath hitched as he felt his mom’s hand slip inside his pants, her fingers wrapping around his hardening cock. He knew he should stop her, push her away, but the sensation was too overwhelming.
“Mom…” he gasped, his hips instinctively bucking into her touch. Mom smiled against his neck, her fingers slowly stroking his length.
“Shh, just feel, baby,” she whispered. “Let Mommy make you feel good.”
Her hand moved with expert precision, squeezing and pumping his shaft. With her other hand, she pushed his pants and underwear down, freeing his erection completely. “Mmm,” she murmured appreciatively, looking down at his throbbing cock.
“So big, so hard. You’re going to be a real stud someday.” Andy moaned softly, his head falling back against the couch. Mom’s touch was electric, sending jolts of pleasure through his body.
Mom’s hand continued its slow, teasing strokes, her thumb brushing over the sensitive head of Andy’s cock. She leaned down, her breath hot against his skin as she kissed and licked her way down his chest. Andy’s heart raced, his breathing ragged as he watched his mom’s every move.
“You’re so responsive, baby,” Mom murmured, her lips hovering just inches above his erection. “I can’t wait to taste you.”
Andy’s eyes widened, his mouth falling open in a silent gasp. He knew what was coming, but the reality of it was still shocking. His mom was going to… to put her mouth on his cock.
Mom looked up at him, her eyes heavy-lidded and filled with desire. “Tell me you want it, Andy,” she whispered. “Tell me you want Mommy’s mouth on your big, hard cock.”
“I… I want it, omg are you… really going to suck… it.” Andy stammered, his voice trembling with need.
Mom smiled wickedly, her eyes locked onto Andy’s. “Oh, I’m going to do more than just suck it, baby,” she purred, her hand continuing its slow, teasing strokes. “I’m going to worship this big, beautiful cock of yours.”
She leaned down, her tongue darting out to lick a slow, deliberate stripe up the underside of his shaft. Andy gasped, his hips jerking involuntarily at the contact. Mom hummed in appreciation, the vibrations sending shivers through him. “Mmm, you taste so good,” she murmured, her breath hot against his skin.
She wrapped her lips around the head of his cock, sucking gently as her tongue swirled around the sensitive tip. Andy moaned loudly, his hands fisting in the couch cushions as he tried to hold back. Mom’s mouth felt incredible, wet warm and perfect.
Mom’s mouth felt incredible, wet warm and perfect. She slowly took more of him in, inch by inch, until he felt the back of her throat. She gagged slightly, tears welling up in her eyes, but she didn’t pull back. Instead, she relaxed her throat and took him even deeper. “Fuck, Mom,” Andy gasped, his voice strained. “You’re… you’re so good at this.”
Mom hummed in response, the vibrations sending shockwaves of pleasure through him. She began to bob her head, sucking him in a steady rhythm. Her hand pumped what she couldn’t fit in her mouth, twisting and squeezing in perfect sync with her movements. Andy’s hands found their way into her hair, gripping the strands tightly as he fought the urge to thrust into her mouth. Mom’sother hand reached up, gently fondling his balls, rolling them in her palm.
She pulled by with a pop and jerked him a bit as she looked at him, “I think it’s ready to go somewhere else.”
Andy’s heart raced as he stared at his mom, her lips glistening with his precum, her eyes filled with a hunger he’d never seen before. He knew what she was suggesting, and the thought sent a surge of excitement and shame through him. “Mom… are you sure? Won’t it feel weird? Like I came out of… there.” he asked, his voice trembling.
Mom smiled reassuringly, her hand still gently stroking Andy’s throbbing erection. “Honey, maybe it is a little. But I want to help you, hey you get to become a man.”
In the dimly lit room, Andy sat nervously on the couch, his heart pounding in his chest. His eyes were glued to the woman standing before him, his own mother, as she began to undress. He had never seen her like this before, and the sight of her slowly revealing her body was both intimidating and arousing.
She started by unbuttoning her blouse, revealing a lacy white bra that barely contained her full breasts. Andy’s breath hitched as he took in the sight of her, his eyes widening with every button that was undone. When she finally slipped the blouse off her shoulders, Andy couldn’t help but stare at her chest, his gaze fixed on her hard nipples that were begging to be touched.
Mom then kicked off her heels and shimmied out of her skirt, leaving her in just a pair of matching white lace panties. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband and slowly slid them down, stepping out of them and standing before Andy completely naked.
Andy’s eyes widened as he took in the sight of his mom standing before him, her body bare and vulnerable. She was beautiful, her curves in all the right places, her skin smooth and flawless. His gaze drifted down to her mound, the neatly trimmed patch of hair hiding her most intimate area. He felt a surge of desire, his cock throbbing with need.
“Mom…” he breathed, his voice barely audible. “You’re… you’re so beautiful.”
Mom smiled, her cheeks flushing slightly at the compliment. She walked over to the couch and climbed onto Andy’s lap, straddling him. Her wetness pressed against his hard length, and they both gasped at the contact.
“Andy,” she murmured, her lips brushing against his ear. “I’m going to make you a man tonight.”
She reached between them, grasping his erection and guiding it to her entrance. Andy’s heart raced as he felt his mom’s warm, wet folds against the tip of his cock. This was really happening. He was about to lose his virginity to his own mother. The thought should have repulsed him, but instead, it only fueled his desire.
Mom positioned herself above him, her hands on his shoulders for support. She looked into his eyes, her own filled with a mix of love, desire, and a hint of mischief.
“Are you ready, baby?” she whispered.
Andy nodded, his throat too tight to speak. He gripped her hips tightly, his fingers digging into her soft flesh. Mom smiled and slowly began to lower herself onto him. Andy gasped as he felt her tightness enveloping him, inch by inch. It was unlike anything he had ever felt before, her walls squeezing him in a way that made his head spin.
“Oh, fuck,” Mom moaned as she took him fully inside her.
Andy’s breath hitched as he felt his mom’s tight warmth enveloping his virgin cock. The sensation was overwhelming, unlike anything he had ever experienced. He gripped her hips tightly, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as she slowly lowered herself onto him.
“Mom,” he gasped, his voice strained with pleasure and disbelief. “You’re… you’re so tight.”
Mom moaned softly, her eyes fluttering closed as she adjusted to his size.
“And you’re so big, baby,” she breathed. “I can feel every inch of you inside me.”
She began to move, slowly at first, rocking her hips back and forth. Andymatched her rhythm, his own hips lifting to meet hers. The sensation was incredible, her wet heat gripping him like a velvet glove. He could feel every ridge and contour of her pussy, every twitch and flutter of her muscles.
“Fuck, Mom,” he groaned, his head falling back against the couch.
Mom leaned down, pressing her forehead against Andy’s.
“Just relax, baby,” she murmured, her breath hot against his lips. “Let Mommy do all the work.”
She began to move faster, her hips rising and falling in a steady rhythm. Andy’s hands slid up her back, his fingers tracing the curve of her spine. He could feel the sweat beading on her skin, the heat radiating off her body. Mom’s breasts bounced with each thrust, her nipples brushing against his chest. Andy’s hands moved to her ass, gripping the firm globes tightly. He squeezed and kneaded the flesh, pulling her harder against him. Mom gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders.
“Yes, baby,” she moaned. “Grab my ass. Fuck me harder.”
Andy obliged, his hips snapping up to meet hers. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mixing with their moans and gasps.
Andy’s hands gripped his mom’s ass tightly as she rode him, her breasts bouncing with each thrust. He couldn’t believe this was happening, that he was actually inside his own mother. It was wrong, he knew it was, but it felt so fucking good.
“Mom, you’re so wet,” he groaned, feeling her juices coating his cock. “So fucking wet and tight.”
Mom leaned down, her lips brushing against his ear.
“That’s because you’re turning me on so much, baby,” she whispered. “Your big, hard cock feels amazing inside me.”
She sat up, her hands braced on his chest. Her hips moved in a circular motion, grinding her clit against his pubic bone. Andy’s hands slid up her body, cupping her breasts and squeezing gently. Mom arched her back, pushing her chest into his touch.
“Yes, just like that, you doing good for… ahhh baby… for your first time,” she moaned.
Andy’s fingers played with her nipples, rolling the hard buds between his fingertips. Mom’s hips continued their circular motion, her breath coming in short gasps.
“Andy, baby, I’m getting close,” she panted. “You’re going to make Mommy come on your big, hard cock.”
Andy’s heart raced at her words. He had never made a girl come before, let alone his own mother. He squeezed her breasts harder, pinching her nipples gently.
“Cum for me, Mom,” he urged. “I want to feel you cum on my cock.”
Mom’s movements became more frantic, her hips jerking and twitching as she chased her orgasm. Andy’s own pleasure was building, his balls tightening with the need for release. He gripped her hips, slamming her down onto him as he thrusts up into her.
“Cum on, Mom,” he growled. “Cum all over my big, virgin cock.”
“Ahhhh Ummmm… well… it’s… ahh not a… virgin cock anymore baby,” she said moaning and panting slamming her cunt down on his cock over and over again.
Andy’s eyes widened at his mom’s words, the realization hitting him like a ton of bricks. She was right. He wasn’t a virgin anymore. He had just lost his virginity to his own mother. The thought sent a mix of shame and excitement coursing through him.
“Andy, baby, I’m… I’m cumin!” Mom cried out, her voice high and breathless. Her body convulsed, her pussy clamping down on Andy’s cock like a vice. He felt her juices flooding his shaft, soaking his balls and thighs. Mom’s head fell back, her mouth open in a silent scream of pleasure as her orgasm washed over her. The sensation was too much for Andy. With a loud groan, he thrust his hips up one last time, burying himself deep inside his mom’s spasming cunt. His cock pulsed and throbbed as he came, his hot seed shooting into her waiting womb.
Andy’s mom collapsed onto his chest, her body trembling with the aftershocks of her orgasm. Andy wrapped his arms around her, holding her close as he caught his breath. He couldn’t believe what had just happened. He had just lost his virginity to his own mother. The thought should have filled him with shame and guilt, but instead, he felt a sense of pride and accomplishment. He had made his mom cum, hard. He had satisfied her in a way no one else had. Not even his dad.
She rested her forehead against his with his cock softening inside her used gash.
“Wow, Andy,” she whispered, her breath warm against his skin. “That was… incredible.” She shifted slightly, rolling off him and onto the couch beside him. She looked at him, her eyes filled with a mix of tenderness and something else he couldn’t quite decipher. “Are you okay, baby? That was your first time, wasn’t it?”
Andy nodded, still trying to process everything that had just happened. “Yeah,” he said, his voice hoarse. “It was… a lot.”
Mom smiled softly and reached out to stroke his cheek. “I know,” she said. “It’s a big deal. And… I know this is probably a lot for you to take in. What exactly are you feeling right now?”
Andy looked at her, his mind racing. He felt a strange mix of emotions. Excitement, definitely. And a sense of accomplishment. And definitely desire. But there was also confusion and a nagging feeling that what they had just done was wrong. “I don’t know,” he admitted. “I feel… confused. And a little guilty. But also… turned on. Is that crazy?”
Mom chuckled softly. “No, baby, that’s not crazy,” she said. “It’s normal. What we did… it’s not exactly conventional. But it doesn’t mean it was wrong. We both wanted it, and we both enjoyed it. That’s what matters.”
She paused, her expression turning serious. “But Andy,” she continued, “we need to talk about this. This can’t just be a one-time thing. If we’re going to continue this, we need to be honest with each other. We need to talk about our feelings, our boundaries, and what we expect from each other. And we need to be discreet. No one can ever know about this, okay?”
Andy nodded, his eyes wide. “Okay,” he said. “I understand.”
Mom smiled again, a genuine, loving smile. “Good,” she said. “Because I think we could have something really special here, you and I.” She leaned in and kissed him softly on the lips. “But only if we’re both willing to be honest and open with each other.”
She stood up and walked towards the bedroom, turning back to face him as she reached the doorway. “Now,” she said, her voice playful, “why don’t you come join me in the shower? We have a lot to talk about, and I think we both need to cool off.”
Andy stared after her, his heart pounding in his chest. He knew that what they were doing was risky, and potentially wrong. But he couldn’t deny the pull he felt towards his mother, the desire that had been building inside him for so long. And now that they had crossed this line, he wasn’t sure he could ever go back. He stood up slowly and walked towards the bedroom, ready to face whatever the future held, as long as it meant he could be with his mother.