When a Simple Sex Talk isn't Enough

Literotic asexstories – When a Simple Sex Talk isn't Enough by Kurast69,Kurast69
Lana Pink had only ever wanted one thing for her daughter: a happy, fulfilling life. She did not really have any preference for how it came to be; indeed, worries of academic achievement or financial success were not ones that troubled her. However, there was one in particular that certainly did bother her: the young woman’s complete lack of any kind of sex life.

Spying on her only child’s day to day life was hardly an activity Lana cared to indulge in. Sarah McRidge, mother of Lana’s daughter’s boyfriend, however, was not so ethically restrained. It was from her that word of the almost unbelievable state of affairs had arrived. Sarah had, apparently, overheard the friends of her son teasing and taunting him about his and his girlfriend’s statuses as a pair of nineteen, and twenty, year old virgins. Given that he and Lana’s daughter had been together for almost two years, that Megan had not had a boyfriend before that, and was undeniably shy and introverted, made denying the truth all but impossible.

It was for these reasons that Lana was stood in front of the door of her daughter’s boyfriend’s apartment, dressed in the sort of blazer and slacks she often wore to work. She had carefully chosen the day to be one where she knew the boyfriend would be in, and her daughter, too busy working.

A shaky hand delivered a weak knock on the wooden door. It opened a moment later, revealing a dark-haired young man dressed in a pair of skinny jeans, and a snugly fitted t-shirt.

“Mrs. Pink,” the man greeted in clear surprise. “Megan’s not….”

“Not here, I know.” Lana clasped her hands in front of her and forced a smile. “I want to speak to you, actually, James.”

“Oh….” The young man’s brows rose, fell back down, then he grinned. “Come on in.”

Lana stepped through the door as James made way for her. It was her visit to the apartment, though she wasn’t overly surprised to notice how neat and tidy it was — a hallmark of her daughter’s influence if ever there was one. The size and quality of its interior, on the other hand, did cause her no small measure of shock. That the McRidge’s were reasonably wealthy, was a fact that had eluded her up to that point. Sitting down on the exceptionally comfortable leather sofa offered to her, that was but one of three in the room, and looking across at the wall-mounted monstrosity of a screen really helped hammer the new piece of information home.

“Can I get you something to drink?” James asked from across the room.

“No need, thank you. I don’t intend on taking up too much of your time.”

The young man nodded and moved to claim a spot on the other end of the sofa. He sat with an expectant expression on his face, that remained through a silence of several long seconds. “Is something wrong?” he finally asked.

“No,” Lana blurted out. “Yes. Not exactly.” She sighed loudly. The sensation of butterflies in her stomach was one she could not ignore. It was laughable that she, a woman nearing forty, could be so troubled by a simple conversation with a man nearly half her age. “This is difficult,” she admitted.

“Something about me and Megan?”

“Yes,” Lana confirmed. “It’s… Well… I heard from… someone, that you and my daughter hadn’t… well, you know….”

One of James’ eyebrows rose up.

Seeing she had no choice but to spell it out, Lana’s cheeks grew heated.

“…Had sex,” she reluctantly finished, her eyes cast down at the floor.

“Oh….” James’ smile seemed to hint at a mixture of embarrassment and amusement. Lana could not blame him. “It’s true,” he admitted.

“Why?” Lana blurted out, her eyes snapped to the young man. “How?” She looked over him again. “You’re good looking, in shape, young…. She is too. Is it for religious reasons?”

“Not religious,” James said simply with a shake of his head.

“What then? I didn’t want to pry into her life, but I’ve been losing sleep over this. I can’t help it!”

James sighed. “Megan’s always told me how close you two are. Upsetting you was the last thing on our minds. Really.” He looked across at the wall, sighed again, then turned to face Lana once more. “The truth then. Just, stop me if we reach the point of ‘too much information’, okay?”

“Of course. Please.”

“Right, so, it’s not like we don’t know how it works or anything crazy like that. Porn exists, you know?”

The question seemed rhetorical, but Lana offered a nod while trying to ignore how red her cheeks still were.

“I guess it’s more….” James paused again. “Yeah, that’s it. Like one of the first things I ever learnt about sex, was it’s often bad for the girl.”

“What!?” Lana blurted out.

“The first time, I mean.” James ran a hand through his hair and laughed. “Sorry. Uh, so, yeah…. I don’t really have any experience. Neither does she. We’ve been really happy together, and I guess, we didn’t want to ruin things. By, uh, well…” James laughed again. “We’ve been calling it: ‘fucking up fucking’.”

“I see.” Lana nodded a few times. “Yes, that makes sense, of a sort.” She smiled. “‘Fucking up fucking’? I think I understand.” She managed to hold the young man’s eyes for only a few seconds before she was looking at the floor again, and wringing her hands in her lap. “You’re together, and therefore can’t gain experience elsewhere….”

“Exactly.”

“… Then, your plan is to… not have sex?”

James laughed loudly. “God, no. We’ve sort of decided to wait a while. Maybe two years, maybe four. Because, you know, by then, even if it’s bad, we’ll still be good. Or that’s what we’re thinking at least.”

“Two to four years?” Lana blinked slowly.

“That’s the best we could come up with. Could be we’ve missed something, but, you know, not the easiest subject to bring up with people.” James wiggled his eyebrows and smiled.

“Indeed,” Lana smiled back, while already paying more attention to pondering the news internally.

The speculated timeline put her daughter at twenty-two or twenty-four for her first time. Lana herself had begun at the age of fifteen and never once looked back. She had to admit her first time had hardly been the best in her life, but it had been an important part of her overall learning experience and growth. To be okay with delaying it so many years — delaying learning about herself and her body — seemed close to madness.

Her daughter’s happiness was on the line.

“What if I…?” Lana’s mouth snapped shut before she could finish. The idea was almost unthinkable. Or was it? Her mouth opened again, closed, then opened.

“Are you okay, Mrs. Pink?”

Lana stared at her reflection in the glassy screen of the television. It may well have been the hardest decision of her life. For her daughter’s sake, she could do it. She would do it.

“What if I… helped?” She forced herself to hold the young man’s gaze, and ignore the rapid beating of her heart.

“Helped?” James asked dumbly.

“Helped.” Tilting her head forwards and staring more directly into James’ eyes did not seem to help get her message across.

“I don’t follow.”

Lana sighed, then took a moment to muster more courage for what was to come. “You don’t want to ‘rush’ into sex because you lack experience. Gaining that experience requires involving other people, which is obviously problematic…. This is where my help comes in.”

James stared blankly at her for several seconds. “Still not following.”

“For God’s sake, James. I’m Megan’s mother. There’s a good chance I’ll be your step-mother one day. If there was ever anyone less likely to cause trouble in a relationship by offering to help….”

A sudden widening of the young man’s eyes revealed his understanding.

“You mean…. Help me and Megan…? With sex? Uh, like, how exactly?”

“I expect advice from a woman with a great deal of experience will suffice. Megan is my daughter. What works for me, will, I’m sure, work for her.”

“Yeah…. Advice….” James nodded rapidly. “That’s a great idea, Mrs. Pink!” He smiled as he adjusted his position in the seat, which brought Lana’s eyes very briefly to his crotch. The slight bulge there was easily dismissed as an unfortunate folding of the material and nothing more.

“The secret is simple,” Lana began. “Foreplay.”

James’ smile faltered.

“What?” Lana asked of him.

“Uh, nothing. Carry on.”

Lana eyed him suspiciously before continuing. “Many men ignore it. Idiots. All of them. Foreplay is the greatest weapon in a man’s sexual arsenal. Far more important than things like… size, believe me. Touching, caressing, kissing… A woman has far more points of interest than the ‘one’ between her legs and the ‘two’ on her chest. Are you following me so far?”

“Uh, yeah….”

The young man’s expression was not what Lana would have expected. More akin to deep concern than grateful learning.

“James. Tell me what’s bothering you.”

“Sorry, Mrs. Pink….” He ran a hand through his hair and winced. “It’s just, well, Megan, you know? She, uh, remembers you telling her this a few years back, and, uh, we’ve talked about it already.”

Lana’s own expression froze. “I told her…?”

“Yeah, and, uh, it sounded like a great explanation. Really! Just, uh, well, it’s kind of the same, right? I’ve never done it, so…. Yeah.”

Several long moments passed as Lana came to terms with the newest revelation. “I see.”

“Sorry,” James said again.

Lana nodded silently as she considered the situation. It was not overly surprising that her offer of explanations was insufficient. Just as porn existed, so too did written descriptions of similar things. While there was still a possibility of sharing exactly what might work for her, and by extension, Megan, Lana had to admit that, really, she had been trying to renege on the deal she had just offered. At least, partly.

“My apologies, James.” Lana looked him directly in the eyes. “I have every intention of helping you and her as much as I possibly can. Therefore, you may practise your foreplay on me.”

“Uhhh…?” James stammered, his eyes like saucers.

“You don’t have to if you think it is a bad idea. But, if this helps you and Megan… progress… I see no harm in it. We can stop before things get to a point where…. Well,” Lana smiled with only some lingering redness on her cheeks.

“I get you, Mrs. Pink.”

“If you need to think about it….”

“No, it’s good. I want her to be happy. I want her to enjoy it.” He grinned. “Some practice would be great.” He slid closer on the sofa, moving into the seat adjacent to Lana. “Uh, how should we start?”

Lana took a deep breath. “Under normal circumstances, setting the mood is very important. A candle-lit dinner, a romantic picnic, cuddling by a fire… You understand?”

“I think so.”

“Good. For today, let’s pretend that part has already happened. In which case, I… that is to say, my daughter, would be feeling comfortable, relaxed, and open to… well, intimacy. You must do your best to keep it that way. Take things slowly. Pay attention to her needs.”

“Maybe I could start with my arm around you? Like we’ve just been watching a movie together?”

Lana could not help but smile at the suggestion. “That would be just fine.” A fresh sensation of butterflies began within her stomach, and only intensified as the young man slid even closer, then moved his arm around her. His entire arm was shaking noticeably. “James,” she began in a gentle tone. “I understand you being nervous, this is an unusual situation, but always try your best to, at least, appear confident.”

“Sorry, Mrs. Pink.”

The shaking stopped abruptly, impressing Lana quite considerably. Without any further direction, James began pulling Lana towards his body. She did not resist, allowing him to bring her head to rest upon his shoulder. It was an entirely comfortable feeling. One Lana realised she had not experienced in quite some time.

“That’s nice,” she encouraged. James’ hand gently stroked her shoulder, her arm, then slid down to her side. “You’re a natural.” She waited patiently for more to happen. But, nothing did.

“This is about as far as we’ve got.”

Lana laughed good-naturedly. “I see.” She met his eyes. “Where do you think you might like to take things from here?”

“Uh….”

Lana laughed again. “That’s okay.” She moved one hand from her own lap to lay gently on James’ knee. “If it were me, I’d be hoping for a kiss….” Lana stood up. “What am I saying? This is all wrong. I don’t know what I was thinking….”

“Mrs. Pink,” James was smiling brightly as she turned back to face him. “Please. This will really help. I’m sure of it.”

Lana’s eyebrows slowly crept upwards.

“Besides, I think you’re beautiful.”

counted the number of times Lana had heard such comments over the years. Often they were unbelievable, insincere, or outright terrible. This time she found she did not doubt it. There was, after all, a chance it had something to do with her and her daughter looking reasonably alike.

She took in a deep breath, before letting it out slowly. “Thank you.” She nodded, sat back down, and tried to get comfortable again.

James began caressing her side once more, while holding her tightly against his body. After a short time, he adjusted his position, bringing himself in front of Lana. His eyes bored into her confidently, easily convincing her that he had dispelled his own nervousness. With her daughter being as shy as she was, Lana had always assumed her boyfriend was much the same. She had barely a second to consider the surprising detail, before his lips were pressing against hers.

She half-smiled at the extreme gentle slowness James exhibited. He certainly seemed to be taking her advice to heart, in more ways than one. There was, however, a slight problem. It had been so long since Lana had been kissed in an intimate way, her reaction was far stronger than it otherwise should have been. Especially given she was being kissed by a young man that she was no doubt attracted to. With considerable effort she tried to calm herself, so as to better get in the mindset of how her much more shy daughter would react.

Focusing on helping James maximise his efforts helped keep her mind on task. She moved one of his hands back to her waist, then, once she had undone the bun her hair was in, moved the other to caress it.

Lana was absolutely no stranger to her own body and how it worked. Already she could feel the clear effects of budding arousal. She was certain such affections would cause a similar response in Megan, but she was also certain the young couple had shared a kiss before. Which meant her job was far from over.

“My neck,” Lana said semi-breathlessly.

James followed her instruction with an apparent eagerness. She gasped as his lips touched the sensitive skin, her eyes closing shut in pleasure, then had to stifle a moan as his tongue darted out and licked her.

“Sorry,” she whispered with reddened cheeks.

“Isn’t that a sign that I’m doing good?” James asked.

“It is,” she admitted. “Lower.”

“Uh, your jacket is kind of in the….”

The buttons on the front of her blazer were undone before the sentence could finish. James gave her space as she removed it with much the same haste, allowing her to toss it further along the sofa a moment later.

“Better?” she asked with a smile that was at least a bit sultry.

The young man smiled back, then looked down at her chest. “Your blouse kind of has a collar too.”

Lana laughed as she realised the truth in his words. Unlike with the blazer, she did not rush to remove it, because doing so would leave her upper body clad in only a bra. The one she was currently wearing was far from a lacy piece of lingerie, nor was it a well past its best item that she would not be caught dead in, but she hesitated all the same. Ultimately, she had to conclude she had little choice. Her work was far from done.

“Remove it for me,” she encouraged. “And keep kissing me.”

As the young man’s lips found hers once more, Lana was forced to acknowledge that her judgement was likely already somewhat compromised. James was a quick learner. As evidenced by how delightful it felt as he covered her neck and throat in kisses while helping disrobe her with barely a pause.

Once her blouse’s buttons were undone, Lana had to help in removing it completely. She caught a glimpse of herself in the reflection of the large screen as she did — the bra did well to cover her breasts, and push them up slightly, but did little to hide the twin points of her puffed up nipples.

“So beautiful,” James uttered.

Lana’s cheeks turned a deeper shade of red. Then she was gasping again as the young man’s lips went back to tracing kisses down her neck. With no more clothes in the way, he was able to keep going lower as she wished. A simple tongue flick across the base of her neck was all it took to bring another moan from her lips, this time completely unstifled.

“Collar bones,” Lana encouraged.

Her request was carried out instantly, bringing more of the good feelings she had been unknowingly craving so intensely. Even better, the way James planted his kisses and delivered his licks grew more confident with each passing moment, and as he reached the small bit of her breasts that were not covered by her bra, she realised just how turned on she was.

“Remove it.”

The young man did not need telling twice. One of his hands snaked around her back to land on the clasp of her bra in an instant.

Lana almost laughed at his audacity. “You should….” The clasp snapped open. “Huh,” was all Lana could say as she watched the garment fall away from her.

James shot her a cheeky smile. “I’ve been practising.”

The young man’s lips fell upon her before she could question the statement. One of his hands came up to grasp one of her newly exposed breasts. It had been far too long since someone had last touched her so intimately. She kissed him back with passion.

James pulled back from her. His other hand had come up to join the other. “They’re so soft.”

Lana had to laugh at the boy-like wonder she saw on his face.

“How big are they?”

“James,” Lana said with a sigh. “Not everything is about size, remember?”

James shrugged while keeping both hands squeezing gently at her breasts, and a smile on his lips.

Lana sighed once again. “34DD, if you must know.”

James nodded, kept smiling, and kept kneading. “How am I doing with foreplay? Be honest.”

“Well,” Lana laughed. “For your first time, I’d have to say… Pretty damn good.”

“Good enough?”

The real meaning behind his question was all too obvious. She was confident that Megan would be very much in the mood for sex, if she were on the receiving end of what was taking place. However, a troubling thought found her: if she brought the experience to an end now, James could easily get the impression that he had done enough foreplay. That, Lana decided, was unlikely to be true.

“Try… kissing them.”

James’ mouth descended upon her left breast. He began kissing ever so gently, lightly touching all around her ample bosom. By the tenth such kiss, a burning need for something a bit more took control, and with a hand upon the back of his head, she guided him straight to her aching nipple.

She realised too late that she had forgotten to suggest more than simple kissing, but it didn’t matter. His deliciously warm mouth enveloped her sensitive point without hesitation, causing her to moan loudly as the sensations washed over her. As instinctively as a babe, James began suckling her engorged tit, while she held him tight.

“Good,” she breathed.

Lana’s body was more aroused than it had been in years. There was no denying that. Not when she could feel the considerable wetness between her legs. Was it the young man’s technique? Her own lack of recent intimacy? The somewhat taboo nature of their activities? She could not decide. She could, however, see that she had a bit of a problem to deal with.

“Oh damn,” Lana muttered, noticing an actual wet patch on her slacks. “Just a second, James.”

The young man released his prize and sat back up.

“I’ll… have to remove my trousers,” Lana said. She undid them without waiting, then began wiggling her way out of them, which naturally led to her large breasts jiggling about, much to the obvious delight of the young man beside her.

“I love your tits, Mrs. Pink.”

“James!” Lana scolded. She felt mortified by the sudden announcement, yet secretly pleased all the same. “Could you hang these up somewhere?” she asked once her slacks were completely removed.

“Sorry.” He was smiling as he stood up and took the clothes in hand.

“It’s okay.” Lana sighed. “Megan might like it if you talk like that to her. Let’s, just, try and avoid it between us, okay?”

James was already half-way across the room as he replied. “Sure.”

“And could you bring a towel?”

James did just that, and quickly. So quickly, that Lana barely had time to consider her situation before she was adjusting her position to sit on the towel, and the young man she was educating was back in front of her with a look of pure sexual excitement in his eyes, and a noticeable lack of a t-shirt on his very nicely formed torso.

“Was getting a bit hot,” James declared with a shrug.

Lana said nothing. She still said nothing as he slowly leant towards her, and, by the time his lips landed upon hers, it was too late. He brought a hand back to her chest as his tongue slipped into her mouth. She silently welcomed both, then decided to do some exploring of her own, her hands finding his chest and the taut muscles it was made up of. It was yet another aspect of intimacy she had been direly missing.

She realised then that James’ resumed position involved one of his hands resting on her thigh, his fingers largely in the divide where one thigh met the other. With her slacks on, it had been vaguely pleasant. Without them, it was an entirely different story. Especially when he began caressing her with it. Squeezing. Stroking. It felt undeniably good.

Had Lana been with a proper lover, she was sure it would have been exactly what she needed in that moment. Being with the boyfriend of her daughter complicated the issue greatly. Having him touch her there, in her most intimate area, felt like it could be a step too far.

His fingers continued to lazily stroke her, not ever quite reaching her panties. Lana kept considering how she felt. Wondering if it was time to bring things to a close. All the while James was coaxing more feelings of pleasure with his attention to her sorely neglected breasts.

Finally, she reached a decision. She brought her hand down, found James’, then guided him directly onto her soaked underwear. Megan would thank her for it, she was sure of it.

“Oh, yes…..” Lana hissed at the intense jolts the new touch sent through her body.

“You’re so wet, Mrs. Pink.”

She might have replied had James not been slowly stroking two fingers across the front of her panties. A flimsy piece of silk being the only thing between his touch and her womanhood. Choosing to simply enjoy the moment was far easier. Which she did, with a great deal of gasping and moaning.

Lana relaxed back into the sofa to get more comfortable. Not because she wanted to give James better access by parting her legs more, or provide him with a better angle in her new position. That was completely unintentional.

The kissing had stopped, but James’ face hovered closely above hers, his eyes staring into hers as his hand explored her barely covered crotch. She watched him and felt his progress, reacting with contractions, fluttering eyelids, and plenty more moans.

As the pleasure built inside her body, Lana realised there was a very good chance she was going to have an orgasm before too long. It was a very welcome realisation. If James succeeded in getting her there, Megan would be in good hands. Afterwards, she could stop things and still be confident in the couple’s future. Yes, she thought, definitely afterwards.

“My clit,” Lana suggested breathlessly.

James nodded. His hand began moving with more of a purpose. It found its target quickly, only to glide right over it to the beginnings of her pubis.

“Lower,” she said.

Again his hand moved, stroking a gentle line across her silken panties. He struck gold again, making her gasp and her eyes roll upwards, but then the extra intensity was gone.

“Here,” she said, guiding him directly into place with one of her hands. “Little circles.”

James smiled sheepishly at her, and she returned it with a warm one that lasted barely two seconds before his touch upon her clit had her moaning instead. A few seconds more and her womanly muscles were clenching rhythmically, while her hips began rocking towards him ever so slightly. That orgasm was well on its way.

When James’ hand began drifting away from her sensitive nub, she corrected him without complaint. Then again a short time later. And again soon after that. At no point did she consider blaming him. He lacked experience; she could not help moving, if only slightly; and her panties were not helping matters. She was more than happy to let him continue.

“Faster,” she whispered.

He obliged, instantly paralysing her with the onrush of new pleasure, yet his hand had wandered before she had even recovered. She realised then how foolish she was being. Teaching him how to do things properly was the goal she had decided upon. She did not want Megan to suffer so.

“Take them off,” she blurted.

As James leaned back to make room for their removal, Lana caught sight of a very obvious bulge in the front of his jeans that looked at least adequate for most women’s taste. Then she had to pay more attention to the fact that she was entirely naked, and a young, horny man was kneeling between her legs. It was not at all where she had expected to end up that morning. But she was not complaining.

“Can you show me?” James asked.

Lana almost laughed again, managing to simply smile instead. “It’s not really that difficult,” she declared. “Here is the hood.” She pointed, then pulled it fully back. “Here is the clitoris.”

James smiled, nodded, then reached out to touch her. His finger on her exposed clit sent shivers through her entire being, her hips bucking forwards.

“Good?” James asked.

“Yessss,” Lana hissed through her teeth. “Maybe a bit dry,” she then added. “Some saliva would be nice. Or, well….”

“I get you.”

Without warning the tip of a finger slid inside Lana’s opening. “Oh God,” she gasped from the unexpected penetration. He did not push in too deep too quickly, much to her relief, but he did probe her in a way that had her heart hammering in her chest, and her hand gripping the arm of the sofa.

The new intimate act lasted only a short time before James’ finger emerged completely coated in her fluids. Lana managed one shaky breath, then her clit was being lubed up and caressed, and she was unable to stop moaning.

James began again with small circular motions, causing Lana to experience a small amount of pride, that managed to briefly surface alongside the immense pleasure coursing through her. Thinking quickly became difficult. Her eyes slowly drifted between the handsome face before her, his delicious chest, and the hand touching the most intimate part of her. Watching and waiting for release was about all she could do.

Lana barely noticed as the finger was replaced by a thumb, but absolutely noticed as the young man began pushing a different finger back inside her. Her moans grew louder still. The feeling of foreign skin caressing her inner walls was one she had sorely missed.

Having her clit rubbed whilst being penetrated had always been a sure fire way of reaching climax for Lana. With James’s attentions gradually increasing in speed, it was only a matter of time, and she was very much ready for it. She was gently rocking her hips in sync with his movements, pinching her own nipples for that extra bit of stimulation, all the while the pleasure built and built inside her.

Then, James’ finger found her g-spot, and she came. Hard.

“Goood, yesssss!” The pleasure crashed into her with all the force of a tidal wave. Lana’s eyes rolled up into her head, her back arched as her body went rigid. Then a mouth was on her clit and she was moaning out her joy in one long continuous cry.

Lana was panting when her senses returned to her. She looked out through half-lidded eyes to see a very hard cock standing up proudly right before her. It was a welcome sight that very much made her smile. At least until she remembered who it belonged to, and what she had already decided upon. She had had her orgasm, and taught James a great deal in the process. It was a perfect time to end things.

“James…” she began, her eyes looking up to find his.

“I want to fuck her, Mrs. Pink.” James’ eyes were filled with lust, while one hand was stroking slowly along his full length.

Even with the fog still lingering in Lana’s mind, she knew what he meant: more practice. “We can’t….” she breathed, while staring directly at his thick tool. She could not deny she wanted it. Her plan had hinged on her being clear-headed and less aroused after her release; yet, she was more horny than she could ever remember being.

“Will you help me?” James asked, his body lowering so that his cock was that much closer to its goal.

Lana knew she had to refuse. Had to form the words, and tell him. Except, what then? What if it still wasn’t enough? If James still managed to upset Megan during their first time, how long would it be before they tried again? Or she found another partner?

She knew her arousal was affecting her judgement. Knowing did not help.

“…Do you have a condom?”

“I won’t need one with her.” He kept staring down at her, one hand still stroking his cock.

“O… Oh.” Best to practise under the same conditions, he meant. It should have made her reconsider. Should have pushed her back towards ending things.

Lana nodded. “Okay. I… should be safe.”

James grinned back at her. “Thank you.”

His hand moved to her thigh, encouraging her to open up more and make room for him. She did so, and was soon rewarded by the feeling of his firm cock head pressing against her. James teased her a bit then, rubbing himself all around her pussy, spreading her wetness everywhere. That he felt even thicker than he had appeared, only served to heighten her anticipation.

Size may not have been everything, but that did not mean she could not appreciate some unexpected girth.

“Do you need me to…. Ah…. Show you where it goes?” she teased in return.

James’ response came as a sudden stretching of her opening as he began pushing inside her. She gasped, clutched the armrest of the sofa tightly, right next to the hand he was using to prop himself up with, and held on. With how wet she was, there was just enough resistance to the penetration to allow her to truly enjoy the feeling of him inside her, even as he pushed deeper, spreading her open further, inch after glorious inch.

The cock began sliding back and forth. Fucking her in just the way she had so desperately needed. She held back nothing. Not the thrusting of her own hips to meet each of his. Nor her moans that were loud enough to echo off the distant walls.

James moved forwards, his other arm coming to her other side for balance, bringing his face closer to hers, and even more importantly, his cock deeper inside her. Lana was soon in heaven. Watching the sexy hunk of a young man thrust pure pleasure into her was far better than any recent fantasy she could remember.

One of her hands came around behind him to grab a hold of his butt. Her moans grew louder still as she touched it, felt the hard muscle there, then used it to help herself meet his thrusts more perfectly. Just a short time later, James’ hand came up to her face to take hold of her chin. He stared directly into her eyes, his pounding of her never slowing. “Beautiful,” he said, before kissing her deeply.

Lana moaned into him, her tongue dancing with his as the pleasure swelled up inside her. Like that, with James’ thrusting soon increasing in speed and intensity, she lasted maybe thirty seconds before a second orgasm ripped through her.

“Mmmmmmmmmm,” she moaned into his lips. Her half of the thrusting stopped as she lost control of her body, while her grip on the sofa’s arm could have torn it off. It was even more powerful than the last, and lingered far longer while James’ kept her stuffed full of his cock throughout.

When her eyes fluttered open again, she found him waiting for her with a huge grin on his face.

“How am I doing now?” he asked.

Lana laughed. “I’d say: Amazing.”

He leant in and kissed her. “New position?”

Lana laughed again. Of course he wanted to keep going. What young guy wouldn’t? In other circumstances she might have begged for a break, but somehow she still felt as turned on as ever. “Doggy,” she suggested. “Everyone likes doggy.”

James stood up, giving Lana another opportunity to admire his hard cock. It looked even better with how wet it was from being inside her. A strong temptation to take it in her mouth struck her then, but she quickly decided it could wait. Instead, she repositioned herself on the sofa, finding that it was just as comfortable for her knees as it had been for her rear.

He was inside her again in a flash, the pleasure even greater than before thanks to heightened sensitivity multiple orgasms always brought her. Her moaning started up again immediately as she began meeting his new thrusts with movements of her own, his strong hands on her waist helping them both along.

It was the best experience Lana had had in years, even with the small pang of guilt she could feel amongst the endless pleasure. Perhaps she had let things go a bit too far; however, everything that was happening would still benefit Megan. She was absolutely sure of it.

“Oh my God. Mum?”

Lana froze upon hearing the voice of her daughter. James kept thrusting. If the young woman hadn’t then appeared in her view, she might have been able to dismiss it as a terribly timed hallucination. Instead, it was a terribly timed piece of reality.

Megan was definitely there, and definitely staring down at her with a look of shock and disbelief.

“Let me explain…” Lana preempted.

“I can’t believe you!” Megan said with a shake of head.

Lana tried to pull herself away from the young man that was still impaling her, but his hands kept a firm hold on her, and his thrusts continued. “James! Let me go!” she called over her shoulder. Her words had no effect. She turned back to Megan, “I’m doing this to help you. Help you both.”

Megan’s arms folded in front of her chest. Her lips turned into a line. She sat down on the adjacent sofa, shook her head and said, “Too late now.”

Indeed it was too late. Lana could feel all the signs that hinted at James’ impending climax. His thrusting had sped up, drastically increasing how good it felt for Lana in the process, even with her daughter present, and glaring at her. His own grunts had become audible, no longer drowned out by the moans Lana did not dare make.

“Fuuuck!” James cried out. His cock pushed all the way inside Lana, then began releasing his load in spurt after spurt, filling and warming her insides. She loved the feel of it. Keeping that fact from showing on her face as she addressed her daughter was one of the hardest things she had ever done. “Megan,” she began again. “Please let me explain.” She shuddered as James withdrew from her, then took the opportunity to sit back down with her shirt to cover her nudity. “Could I have a tissue?” she asked of the young man.

“Sure, Mrs. Pink.”

She watched after him as he went to retrieve what she had asked for. His attitude appeared to be one of complete unconcern. She wondered at it, until a throat clearing cough brought her attention back to her daughter.

“It doesn’t matter,” Megan said. “I’ve lost the bet.”

“The bet?” Lana’s brows furrowed. “…What?”

Megan shook her head again. “Ask him. He’ll be happy to explain it to you.”

A box of tissues appeared before Lana’s eyes, held by a still naked young man. She accepted it, pulled a few sheets out and got to work trying to stem the flow leaking out from her while feeling more self-conscious than she had ever in her life.

James sat down on Lana’s other side, between her and Megan. His arm came over Lana, pulling her against him, much as they had been earlier. Then, as if things could not get any weirder, he held out his other arm, clearly welcoming Megan to sit on his other side, which she did after only a small delay.

“It’s simple,” James said, his arms around both women. “I’ve solved all our problems.”

~~~~~ 5 Days Earlier ~~~~~

As was typical on a Friday afternoon: Megan and James were lying together in his bed having just finished a lengthy session of steamy sex, that had ended with Megan being utterly satisfied, and utterly stuffed full of his cum.

“You need to move in,” James said, one of his hands idly squeezing Megan’s bust. “We can do this every day.” He grinned at her. “Minimum.”

“As soon as I figure out what to do with Mum.” Megan replied. “I can’t leave her all alone.”

“You still want to ask her to move in with you?”

“Would it be so bad?”

James laughed. “Yes?”

“James!”

“Hey, you know what I mean. I think she’s great…. And hot.”

It was Megan’s turn to laugh. “Perv.”

“It’s true. But come on, Meg. How much sex do you think we’ll be having with her here?”

“We can just do it quietly.”

James laughed again. “Says the girl who shrieks like a banshee whenever I stick my cock in her.”

Unable to refute the statement, Megan sighed.”What, then?”

“I have an idea.” James’ fingers gripped Megan’s nipple and squeezed gently. “I could start fucking her too.”

“No,” Megan blurted, then pushed James’ hand away. “Definitely, no.”

James sighed. “You’re worried about her being lonely. Move her in here, let me take care of her needs — she’ll be happy as. If you both agree to it, what’s the harm?”

“You’re crazy.”

“Maybe,” James grinned. “But it’d work.”

“You think I’d be okay with you fucking my mum?”

“Pretty sure,” James laughed. “Because you’re a perv too, and you know I love you, and that’s never going to change.”

Megan pouted. “Doesn’t matter. She’d never let you.”

James laughed again “Wanna bet?”

Megan shot up in bed and looked back at her boyfriend. “Oh God, you’re serious?” She shook her head rapidly. “No. No way.”

“You haven’t heard the terms yet.” James grinned.

“I don’t think I want to.”

“Too bad. I’m telling you anyway….”