Unconventional

I sighed, begrudgingly having to admit that she did sort of have a point there. Sure, her way of expressing it still erred on the side of unusual, but I knew she meant well and that she was just being this kind of weird because she loved me. It helped calm the unruly parts of my mind, the confused and the uncomfortable alike, if just for a little while.

"Thank you... for caring," I said, briefly wrapping an arm around her shoulders in a half hug. "You're a pretty damn great mom, for what it's worth."

"D'aaaawww," she replied teasingly, poking me in the side playfully. "You're just saying that because you're hoping you'll charm me enough to stop talking about finding a way of getting you laid."

I raised an eyebrow. "Is it working?"

Mom smiled up at me cutely. "Nope! But it was worth a try."

"It *was* worth a try," I said, sighing overdramatically but not actually meaning it. As much as the side of me that enjoyed being dour about my chances with girls hated to admit it, Mom had successfully brightened my spirits some.

I continued, keeping my tone playful, "So, are you going to keep trying to make me feel weird about getting laid?"

She rolled her eyes, poking me in the side again. "Well, first of all, yes. And second of all, I don't want you feeling *weird* about it. I know that you think about sex and that you want sex, and that's alright! It's perfectly normal, and healthy, I might add, at your age. Any age really, actually."

Hearing the guys talk at back in high school, I couldn't say that she was even close to being wrong about that. Of course, most of them also seemed to want it with my mom, but, that was another matter entirely.

"Still takes some getting used to talking to you about it," I admitted.

"I guess it would, but we *are* talking about it, and it's still something that I want to help you with if I can. And I've still got some ideas other than Betsy," Mom continued.

Yeah, Mom was always an idea person. I wouldn't go out and say that all of her ideas had always been good, but, when she was enthused for something, she couldn't really be stopped.

I knew the only way to get to the end of this conversation would be to see it through.

"Ideas?" I asked.

Mom smirked, not maliciously, but knowing that she had a way of keeping this going. "Well, you know I've got some friends who might be happy to have a handsome young man to guide through the complicated realm of the birds and the bees..."

She had this weird, playfully dramatic tone to her voice that she put on whenever she wanted to throw a crazy idea my way that she thought I would quickly deflect, probably to try and disarm me, and, yeah, it usually had a way of working on me.

And this time she might have actually been on to something. Mom did have some rather attractive friends, and thinking about them did throw me for a moment. Not enough for me to ask follow-up questions on, but enough to trip me up ever so slightly.

I just hoped she hadn't noticed.

"No, Mom, I'm not going to date one of your friends," I said, hoping I sounded convincing.

"Who said anything about dating?" she replied, smiling broadly. "I was just talking about *fucking*. And I saw how you paused there; a lot longer than you did over Betsy anyway. Sounds like you've got a thing for older ladies."

So, she had noticed. Crap.

And by the smirk on her face, she'd noticed that I'd noticed that she'd noticed. Double crap!

"Ah, so it sounds like someone's been spending his Friday nights watching MILF porn!" Mom teased.

I doubted my face could've gotten much redder from blushing, something that Mom was all too aware of. Thankfully, rather than continue teasing me, she backed off and gave me another affectionate squeeze.

"No shame in that, Ethan. It's some of my favorite to watch too, hot older ladies getting themselves a nice young stud... ah, that's the good stuff, right there," she said, sounding rather wistful.

Thinking about Mom watching porn was the last thing I needed right now, so I decided to lean into some sarcasm and hope that would cover my retreat.

"Well, thank you for the endorsement," I said.

"No problem," Mom replied, continuing to smile at me warmly.

Even when she was giving me the kind of affectionate hard time she often gave me, it was hard to really hold anything against her when she smiled at me like that. She may have been unconventional compared to most other moms I knew, but at the end of the day, I wouldn't have traded her for anyone.

"I appreciate what you're trying to do, Mom, I really, *really* do," I explained, sliding away from her a little just so I could better look at her to make my point clear. "I just don't have the ability to put myself out there the way you or Taylor or Hannah do. It's like... I can't talk to other people the way I can talk to you. And I know that's something I need to fix, that maybe I should find something I can get out there and do so I can practice talking to other people, maybe..."

I could have spent a long time thinking about a lot of potential maybes, and if Mom were a bit more conventional, I feel like she would have tried to help me figure out some alternatives to help me figure out how to be more sociable, or at least just comforted me and offered to take me out to dinner or bake cookies or whatever it is normal moms did.

As I've stated already, though, my mom had an unconventional way of doing anything she set her mind to, and that included solving problems.

Her face lit up, and Mom snapped her fingers triumphantly. "I've got it!"

"You've got what?" I asked.

"One last idea," she said, beaming at me, her eyes darting over me. "Now, it's gonna sound pretty crazy, but it could be crazy enough to work, *and* I think it'll solve a couple problems at once."

I highly doubted that any idea Mom considered crazy enough to work was actually going to solve any problems right now, but I was too far gone not to see this through. "Yeah? And what's that?"

Mom slid away from me on the bed, turning to better face me while straightening herself up importantly. She looked at me, and I mean *really* looked at me with a truly deep sincerity I only saw her pull out for the most significant of occasions, as she licked her lips and smiled at me. It was only when I saw this smile that it felt like something was a little off, as there was a certain slyness to it, a certain something... well, something I'd never actually seen from her, so it was genuinely hard to place.

"Ethan... you wanna have sex?" she asked, her voice carrying a light, seductive lilt to it, while sounding nearly as matter-of-fact as she did if she were just shooting the breeze with me.

I sat there, astonished, waiting for the other shoe to drop. Mom had always had a dark and mischievous sense of humor, but she'd never gone this far before, and I had a hard time seeing *why* she'd have gone there this time. I was about to question her, to laugh and call her on her bullshit, when I stopped myself. I couldn't sense any joke in what she said, as now I understood in some underused, primal part of my mind, that that certain something I'd seen in her smile aside from her slyness had been seduction.

Mom was genuinely, and truly, offering to have sex with me.

I blinked. "What?"

"Do you want to have sex with me?" she asked, more directly. "I'm not blind, you know; I've seen how you look at me when you think I don't notice, and I'd be lying if I said I hadn't checked you out once or twice myself, especially after you're getting out of the pool..."

The madness of all of this didn't put me in the best position to prioritize my talking points, as I felt stuck when I asked, "You know I've... looked at you?"

"Uh huh!" Mom clarified, smiling brightly. "It's kind of flattering, honestly, knowing I have that effect on you. Of course, I never thought about anything like this until now, and then it just clicked, like, it made complete sense! We could have sex! I could show you the ropes, make it so you don't have to worry about that V-card anymore-"

"I'm not *worried* about my 'V-card'," I interrupted.

Continuing on undeterred, Mom said, "...okay, well, *I* worry about you holding onto that V-card, so it would give me peace of mind. And like I said, it would solve a few problems we've both got... I think this is a pretty fucking fantastic idea!"

My head was swimming with the surreal intensity of the situation. "I could think of a few problems it would create... how could it *solve* any?"

Mom nodded in understanding. "Well, you're annoyed with me having loud sex with strangers, and it's hard not to hear your porn habits, but if we're fucking each other, neither of us has to be annoyed with the other's nighttime habits, right? And this way I won't be bugging you about why you're not getting laid, since I'll know how much you're getting since, you know, it'll be with me. It makes sense!"

I could have gone on in some detail about why it didn't make any sense, but I didn't.

"I can... see where you're going with that, but..." I said, trailing off so I wouldn't have to address the madness out loud.

Her eyes widened with recognition. "Oh! You're worried about the whole incest thing, right?"

'The whole incest thing' seemed to be a major fucking understatement from where I was sitting, but I wasn't going to debate her choice of words.

"Uh, yeah!" I replied.

Mom shrugged. "So what? We're both adults. We love each other, and we'll always love each other, and we'll be making each other feel good, right? And I know we both think each other is pretty fucking hot... and besides that, I know it's wrong, and all that, but really, doesn't that make it more fun? Doesn't that make it *naughtier*? I know it's weird to talk about, but the more I'm talking about it, the better an idea it sounds... fuck, I'm getting so hot thinking about it, you wouldn't believe it."

My heart was beating a mile a minute. An intense, overpowering curiosity that walked hand in hand with the discomfort coming from my pants held me in place as I looked at Mom. My unruly cock was threatening to burst through my pants, making it obvious to any observer what I was thinking about. Mom's suggestion, it was insane, but looking at her here... at the insistent curve of her massive breasts straining her tank top, at the swell of her hips and her full, pursed lips... fuck, it was like a dark and dirty seed had been planted in my mind and been allowed to grow unchecked. Sudden thoughts of fucking Mom uncontrollably spun through my brain.

No, no, fuck, I couldn't do this, this was wrong, this was messed up. In my rational mind, I knew I should've stood up walked, no, *run* the fuck away from this twisted idea she'd proposed.

I didn't, because that overwhelming, lustful curiosity was winning out. I looked at Mom, sitting there waiting for me expectantly, looking like a hungry, carnivorous beast ready to pounce, but waiting for me to answer before she made any move. I could practically feel the heat radiating off her as she sat there waiting, her breathing changing ever so slightly as she tensed and leaned forward. I couldn't help but look intently at her deep, expansive cleavage, suddenly finding all my objections to feel insubstantial.

Clearing my throat nervously, I asked, "Really? I mean... it really gets you hot?"

Mom's eyes twinkled with mischief. "God, yes! But don't sound so surprised, you know Betsy isn't the only one you could have that effect on, right?"

"I... I actually never really put that much thought into it," I replied.

She laughed. "Oh, honey, yeah, in your heart you might be a nerd, but you've got the body of a fucking hottie! I've noticed it... I know your sisters have noticed it... and I doubt any other woman with eyes hasn't noticed. You're fucking gorgeous, and not just because you look great, but I've been with enough guys to know potential when I see it. Once you've had enough sex to know what you're doing, I bet you could fuck for hours... make a lady *very* happy..."

She licked her lips again, moistening them and making sure to draw my attention to them. She had to know she was reeling me in, and she slid forward on the bed closer to me, making sure I couldn't miss that heat between us if I wanted to.

"Sweetie, I'm sorry you don't think very much of yourself, but believe me, give me a chance, I can show you how fucking hot you are..." Mom replied, looking down at the hidden, but prominent, bulge in my pants. "...my nipples are so *fucking* hard for you, and my pussy..."

She dropped her voice to a husky, low and promising tone, leaning forward to better highlight her tits in that tank top. She could see the will in my eyes breaking, and slowly smiled a seductive grin I felt powerless to fight.

In this new, darker tone, she asked, "...wouldn't you like to find out how fucking wet my pussy is for you?"

I thought about this for what felt like a very long period of time, but couldn't have been more than a second, as in a soft voice of my own, I replied, "...yes, Mom."

So, I had surrendered. Never in a million years would I have expected this to actually happen, but in the wildness of this situation, nothing had ever felt so terribly correct. I had made my choice, and it only seemed appropriate to fully commit myself to this decision. I licked my lips, nervous, waiting on her to make the next move.

Mom smiled, triumphant. "Yeah? So, you *do* want to see how hard *Mommy's* nipples are?"

She seemed to take a dirty kind of excitement from that word, loving how it changed the power dynamic between the two of us. I had to admit, it gave me a dark thrill as well to hear her talk about herself like that.

Feeling more confident now that I'd made my decision, I said, "Yes. I would."

"Good," she purred, before saying, "And of course that also means you *must* want to feel how wet my pussy is for you, right?"

"I think we've already established that," I replied.

"No, we started to establish that, we didn't *confirm* anything," Mom continued, eyeing me sternly.

"Oh, then, yes, of course," I said.

"Yes, *what*?" she asked, enjoying that stern tone. "Mommy wants to hear you say it."

I shivered slightly when she put it that way, feeling so fucking dirty and loving every second of it.

Gulping, I replied, "Yes... I want to feel how wet your pussy is for me. More than anything in the world."

A soft moan escaping her lips, Mom continued, "And once you've done that... once you've seen and touched and tasted your first pussy, you know you won't be able to control yourself."

"Probably not," I admitted, smiling bashfully.

She grinned. "Oh, you're definitely my son... self-control's never really run in this family. No, I know that once you get some of my delicious and completely tight pussy, you won't be able to control yourself, and you'll probably just want to fuck me until neither of us can walk straight, won't you?"

Trying to look more confident than I felt, I looked Mom in the eye and nodded, knowing that I hadn't wanted anything else quite as much as this.

It didn't escape my notice that she seemed to take no small amount of joy in this, grinning proudly as she sighed. "You know I want this too, but I have to warn you that I'm some of the best, top shelf ass in the fucking world. If you start off with me, you'll only ever want the best, and that means this won't be a one-off between us, oh no. Once we've fucked, you won't want to bother with any of those girls from school ever again when you've got Mommy to tend to your every want and need, no matter how twisted they are. I want you to consider that before we do this, because if we do, you won't want any of those other bitches out there any more than I'd be willing to let you go. So, before we get down to business, I want you to think about this and make absolutely fucking sure that's what you want."

Unhesitating, I said, "I want it, Mom. I don't... I don't think I've ever been this sure about wanting anything in my entire life. I... I want you."

Looking surprised at how quickly I'd answered her, Mom smiled at me with a faint hint of dark glee as she placed a comforting hand on my shoulder. "Good to know..."

Her eyes darted down quickly, then back to mine. "You're *so* hard for me right now, aren't you?"

"So hard," I admitted, laughing and enjoying how easy that was to admit.

She licked her full lips, pursing them slightly before she slid slightly closer to me on the bed. "Show me."

Her tone was commanding, but not mean, a pleasantly dark sound that made me shiver uncontrollably at the sound of it. With shaky hands, I reached down and unbuckled my belt, before undoing the belt and zipper on my jeans. Parting them, my dark, straining briefs were visible to Mom, my painfully hard erection fairly evident to her.

She slid closer to me, smiling, "Very nice, Ethan... that looks... *very* nice."

Mom was so close to me now that her massive breasts nearly pressed into the side of my arm. Were I the kind of guy who knew what the fuck to do in this moment, I would have chosen this moment to make my move and just go for her, but I wasn't, so there was an awkward little moment where I overthought about what I should do, and Mom was forced to make that decision for me.

Leaning into me, I first felt the insistent pressure of her breasts pressing against me, the thin fabric of her tank top doing little to hide their soft, yet firm, fullness that threatened to engulf me and make me lose it right here and now. In that briefest of brief moments, I swore I could feel the slight yet insistent hardness that must have been her nipples, absolute proof of her arousal, but all of this was a fleeting sensation, no more than a second or so, as she continued leaning into me and planting a kiss on my lips.

My eyes must have been wide upon the contact of her full lips against my own, that wet, soft sensation as they gently massaged mine, Mom suckling on my mouth before lightly brushing her tongue between my lips. I was too stunned by this at first to do anything but sit there and lightly yelp against her sudden kiss, but once I had my bearings, I tried to kiss her back. I knew I couldn't have been that good compared to the kind of guy that she would usually bring over, but I was hopeful that I wasn't too terrible as I followed my instincts and softly kissed her back.

It felt... fuck, it felt indescribably perfect, kissing Mom like this. It was one of those moments that felt like it could have lasted seconds or hours, but when Mom pulled back with that sublime look of satisfaction on her face and left me in desperate need for more, I couldn't help but smile with a floaty kind of pride.

"So... was that your first kiss?" Mom asked, looking me up and down and no doubt catching the intense blush on my face.

"Uh huh..." I admitted, looking down but unable to keep the goofy smile from my face. "I'm sorry. Was it that obvious?"

"Oh, no, Sweetie!" she said, putting a finger on my chin and tilting my head back up so I could look at her better. "I mean, yes, it was obvious that it was your first, but that's not a bad thing! It usually takes anyone a *lot* of practice before they get really good at kissing, and you were actually pretty good for a first-timer. You probably get that from my side of the family."

Mom chuckled to herself lightly before adding, "Let's give you some more practice..."

Smiling, I replied, "Yes, please!"

I might have been a little too energetic in my response, but if that was a problem, Mom didn't let it show. She leaned into me again, kissing me more enthusiastically, moaning against my lips as I kissed her back. Instead of this being a quick, yet hot, first kiss, she stayed pressed against me this time, kissing me long and hard and whispering sweet, and helpful, tips to help me understand how better to kiss her back. It was such an insane, hot situation, but I liked to think I acquitted myself pretty well.