Sex Education

Author: Mom Lover

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I’m an author of erotic fiction[Stepmother, Mother, Aunt and Hot Neighbors], with over 20 stories published that explore desire, emotion, and the complex layers of human connection. Even though English is not my first language, I write all my work in English. I strive to express myself clearly and artfully, using language that is direct yet emotionally resonant. While there may be the occasional language mistake, I ask readers to look beyond the grammar and feel the emotion—the heart of the story.

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Chapter 1

Tony was home for Thanksgiving. He was in his second year of college and hanging on by the skin of his teeth. His dad had died the year before he started college and the first year he had put everything into getting good grades. He thought he owed him that much but now....

He was sitting on the couch with the TV on. Natasha, Tony's mother came in from the kitchen and asked, "How is school?

"It's school," Tony replied and let out a sigh. "I'm having problems keeping my head in it."

His mother chuckled. "Yeah, I remember what a circus it was at times. All the boys trying to get in my head and heart, among other places. It must be the same with the girls for you."

Tony looked at his mother and frowned. "I thought you and dad were in college together."

"Only the last year. He transferred in from back east," his mom replied.

"Yeah, the girls are distracting," Tony said. "How long before supper?" He asked to change the subject.

"About thirty minutes," his mother replied as she turned and went upstairs.

Tony watched her as she did and sighed. His grades were down but he still had time to get them back up. Girls were the problem but more like the lack of them than too many.

Thanksgiving was like none before. The Covid thing had everyone staying home. It ended up being just him and his mom. Natasha was putting stuff on the dinning room table and Tony asked, "Anything I can help you with?"

His mother stopped and turned his way. "Nope, I'm keeping it simple this year. No big bird. I'm going straight to the leftovers," she replied and headed back to the kitchen.

"Leftovers?" Tony said more to himself than her.

He stood up and walked over to the dinning room table. Cranberry sauce, dressing, rolls, sweet potatoes, and a pitcher of iced tea. Everything seemed to be there but in smaller portions than normal.

His mom came into the room carrying a platter of sliced turkey. She saw him looking and grinned. "Enough for one meal and a few sandwiches later."

"It all looks great," he said as his mother sat the platter on the table. He pulled out the chair at the head of the table for his mother to sit down.

She grinned and shook her head. "You sit there. You're the man of the house now."

"I, uh," he said as he pulled out the chair next to his with a plate in front of it.

His mother sat down and said, "Happy Thanksgiving."

Tony sat down in what would have been his dad's chair and sighed as he looked at the rest of the table and the empty places. "A lot of the kids stayed at school."

His mother shrugged. "We're both fully vaccinated."

"So are a lot of them. It's more the travel thing. I can drive without stopping except for gas."

"You should have brought a girl along for company," his mother said in a teasing voice.

"What girl would that be? The stuck up ones that ignore me, their friends that follow their lead, the half dozen lesbians I know, or maybe one of the jocks girlfriends?"

"But..." his mother started to say.

"Oh yeah, I forgot the gay guys and the transvestites."

His mother stared at him with her mouth hanging open for a few minutes and then sighed. "So it's the lack of female company."

"Pretty much," Tony said as he picked up his fork.

"You dated quite a few girls in high school, didn't you?"

"Yes, I had a few girlfriends. None were serious though. This is different though. It seems like if you're not in certain groups, you're out of luck."

"Then join a group," his mother suggested.

Tony frowned and shook his head. "Most of them are not people I'd really want to associate with, not to mention what you might think of them."

"Okay," his mother said. It was as much a question as a comment.

"Drinking and drugs," Tony replied.

"No, not the place for you," Natasha said quickly.

"I'm not a jock. I'm not nerdy enough for that group. Although compared to the jocks, I'm a genius."

Natasha laughed. "Yeah, that didn't take much. Most were too full of themselves to be any good for anyone else who wasn't on their team."

"The girls I'm most attracted to are too busy studying to worry about boyfriends."

Chapter 2

Natasha looked thoughtful for a moment and then nodded. "I fell into that group until I met your dad. After that I was head over heels in lust, uh, love."

Tony chuckled. "Good catch there mom."

"I always thought he was," Natasha whispered and then grinned, "But that's not what you meant, right?"

"Maybe I'll get lucky one day," Tony said before he started eating more than talking.

Sometime in the middle of the night, Tony woke up and had to pee. Too much iced tea. He swung his feet to the side of the bed as he tossed the covers back. It took him a moment or two to realize he wasn't in his dorm room but in his bedroom at home.

He stood up and headed toward the door. He was half asleep as he opened it and stepped out into the hall. As he turned right to head for the bathroom, two things happened. First his mother let out a squeal, and second, his eyes flew wide open.

His mouth hung open and his eyes were wide as he watched his mother turn sharply to her left and hurry across the hall and into the spare room next to his. Part of his mind wondered what his mother was doing in the spare room and not the master bedroom

Another part of his brain was running the movie of his mother in an ankle length nightgown that was more or less see through. It was sleeveless with a square neckline that had a red and white ruffle. The ruffle across her chest was above her breasts. The dark circles under her nipples showed clearly, as did the even darker nipples in the center of each circle.

The dress like part of the nightgown was sheer enough that he knew there was no hair on his mother's sex. His dick gave a twitching jerk and he glanced down to see the outline of his hard dick was making a large tent in the front of his shorts.

He took three quick steps and turned left into the bathroom. The light was still on as he shut the door. "Oh fuck!" He whispered sharply as he leaned against the door.

The mind movie of his mother was a loop. He shook his head trying to stop it. That didn't work, so he moved over to the commode and raised the seat. He pushed his shorts down and tried to push his dick down so he could pee. That wasn't working either.

He had seen his mother in a bikini but in that nightgown, her breasts looked larger and fuller. Her nipples were larger than any he had ever seen in real life. Longer and thicker than the first joint on his pointing finger.

And then there was the no hair on her sex thing. His dad was gone so why did she shave down there? Shaving their pussy was a thing girls did for guys in his mind. Was there a guy his mother shaved for or was there another reason he hadn't thought of?

Somewhere along that line of thought, his dick went down enough for him to lean forward with one hand on the wall behind the commode so he could pee. Peeing gave him a cold shiver, which he thought was weird.

When he finished, he put the toilet seat and lid down and flushed. He tried to think of anything but the hallway as he washed his hands and dried them.

By the time he was ready to go back to his room, his dick was more or less back to normal.

Once in bed, it took a while for him to get back to sleep. His dreams were strange in so many ways.

The next morning, Tony had his bag ready by the front door. His mother was sitting at the dinning room table sipping coffee. There was another cup at the head of the table and a brown paper sack. "Come join me," she said softly.

Tony walked over and sat down. His mother had her old fleece housecoat on. The same one she had always worn in the morning and evenings. He wondered if the sheer nightgown was under it. That brought a twitch from his dick and a bit of the dreams from earlier back to the front of his mind.

He took a deep breath and let it out slowly to try and calm his mind and body. "How are you this morning, mother?"

His mother took a sip of her coffee and nodded. "I'll live it seems," she said with a crooked smile.

Tony sipped his coffee and looked at her over the rim of the cup. He lowered the cup and asked, "How long have you had that old housecoat?"

She looked thoughtful for a moment and replied, "I bought it a little while after you were born."

Tony nodded. "It's the only one I ever remember you wearing."

Natasha smiled and whispered, "Your father hated it. He liked what I wore before you came along but after...." She let the sentence trail off. "Naked mommies are not good for little boys."

"They are not good for big boys either," Tony whispered as he looked into his mother's eyes. That she blushed at his statement surprised him.

"So you were awake," she whispered as the blush got a little deeper.

Tony took a deep breath and said, "More or less."

"Sorry about that. I had to pee and I didn't think about you in the house at the time."

Chapter 3

Tony nodded and said, "I know the feeling. Too much iced tea. My roommate and I share a bathroom off our room and he and I don't dress for it."

"Back in the day, my roommate and I had an open door policy where the bathroom was concerned," his mother said.

With a chuckle, Tony said, "We're not that open but...."

They both sipped their coffee for a couple of minutes and then Natasha said, "We're lucky in a way."

Tony waited for his mother to go on and when she didn't, he asked, "In what way?"

His mother blushed again and admitted in a low whisper, "I haven't worn a nightgown since you went away to college."

Tony groaned softly and whispered, "That, uh, wasn't much of a nightgown."