My wife Angie told me that Mark was coming to dinner at the weekend.
One of her former jobs was to work with young adults that had been spat out or passed by the school system, usually with a difficult home life. I had met a few of them over the years and in general they were good hearted but woefully unprepared for the world. She puts it as, "They just need a bit more love." Mark was one of the first kids she had worked with and had formed an attachment too. She had taught him how to cook, clean and look after himself, essential life skills. Working with him, she had managed to get him out of sheltered accommodation, find him a decent enough job that he found interesting and applied himself to then into a shared flat where he finally gained his independence. As one the kindest and most loving people I've met, she really nurtured him, bringing him out of his shell and they obviously shared a close bond
After leaving the program they kept in touch and he occasionally visited us to hang out and catch up with Angie. We were looking forward to seeing him as it had been months since the last time because of the lockdown. I suspected he didn't have a lot of close friends and he never really mentioned his family to us and I never asked him about it. It was his twentieth in a month so I suspected he was going to ask if he could spend it again with us as we had celebrated the last couple with him.
Mark arrived with the nervousness a lot of people have had lately due to the lack of human contact. We both gave him a big hug as we welcomed him in. He was a little taller than me and a good few inches above Angie. I noticed that he had bulked up a bit since the last time so I asked him about it "Working out in the house, got some weights and a rowing machine. Biggest thing was to cut out the crap in my diet. Went right back to the basics, cooking clean like Angie taught me," he replied looking over at her and she beamed back. I got us some drinks and sat at the dining table. Mark and Angie fussed over the meal preparation, him helping her and her default mode still being to teach him. As I watched I realised what a close dynamic they had, she doted on him and he obviously adored her.
We ate what ended up being a delicious dinner made by the both of them then retired to the lounge to watch a bit TV and catch up proper. I sat down first in one of the two seater sofas in front of the screen and they sat together on the other that formed an L-shape.
As we chatted and discussed past and current events, the drinks flowed and the talk became a bit more personal. "I really missed being with you guys," he revealed, looking at Angie then to me, "It's been so lonely lately." He explained that the company he worked for had everyone working from home and as part of the IT department it meant either fixing things remotely or going to the office when nobody was there.
"What about your flatmate?" I asked
"He moved back to his parents at the start, he still pays the bills but I never hear from him," he said sadly.
Talk then rolled round to his coming birthday and the inevitable question of him marking it with us, we agreed to host a party for him and asked about guests, in the past he had brought a couple of people to spend it together with. "Nope, no-one this time, just the three of us," he told us, "They are either all too scared to come out again or aren't around."
I said, "Come on dude, big 20 and you are stuck here with a couple of forty somethings." I might have misjudged it as his face darkened a little.
Ever attentive, Angie was quick to jump in, "Don't worry honey, we'll still make it special for you. Just more cake to go round," she said, patting his thigh. He looked sweetly at her and brightened up.
"Thanks," he said softly.
"In fact," I said, "Bring your PJ"s for a sleepover, I'll fix up the guestroom for you." atoning for my error, Angie nodding in agreement.
His smile grew as he said, "I would love that."
We relaxed after that and had a few more drinks before it was Angie that made a rare misstep this time. They were chatting about the office and the people when she innocently asked, "No office romance yet, what about the girl you said you liked last time?"
He shook his head sadly replying, "She doesn't speak to me now after I asked her if she wanted to come over to my flat to stay over."
Angie asked, "I think you missed a few steps out, you're supposed to go for something to eat or the cinema first."
He looked at her a bit puzzled and replied, "I thought if someone liked you they just went for it like in the movies."
She didn't know how to reply and half blurted out, powered by a little too much wine, "It depends on which kind of movies," she giggled and he brightened up, giggling too, the pair of them obviously sharing a private joke.
"I feeling you two have a story to tell," I asked them.
Mark, becoming a bit more animated started to explain, "Not long after Angie joined the program they took all my mobile devices away for watching too much porn. I was obsessed with it and to be honest, they did me a favour."
Angie continued, "We had a meeting where we all met to discuss the rights and wrongs of it. I was the only one in favour because he was old enough to be looking at it, but got voted down because it was company equipment being used," she laughed as she continued, "They were discussing the material being viewed and I remember him turning beet red when then asked him about some of it."
He piped in, "Then Angie asked what a Milf was, which someone looked up and explained. She had a beamer then too, the pair of us looking like idiots."
Angie is in her early forties. She has put on a few pounds over the 20 or so years we've been together but it's all on her curves and tits. Her kind face, with bright blue eyes and straight brown hair has hardly changed over the years. Although she has never given birth, she is a killer Milf. I looked over to them giggling and wondered how the two things went together.
I asked him, "How did you deal with that?"
He explained, "Angie actually saved the day. She got me little jobs where I saved enough money to buy my own devices. It's what got me into IT and literally changed everything," he said looking at her.
She returned the look and said, "Well, at least it's a fine young man you've turned into. A whole lifetime away from the violent toe rag I had to straighten out." We all had a laugh at that.
"So no romantic leads then?" I asked him.
The slight sadness return when he said, "No, nothing. I've tried by best but I always seen to mess it up by doing or saying something wrong. The lockdowns and restrictions haven't exactly made it easy to meet anybody. Everyone has been terrified of getting ill. It sometimes feels like losing more than a year."
I was thinking about when I was his age, all the clubs and adventures we got up to. Plenty of mistakes but lots of triumphs too, all part of finding yourself. Angie said sweetly to him, "Plenty time, you'll meet the right person soon."
He looked at her again and softly said to her, "I fallen into bad habits again, way too much porn. It's all so frustrating and confusing. I've found it really hard to stop myself," pausing before revealing, "I've even thought about seeing an escort." It looked like he was about to burst into tears when Angie instinctively put an arm around him and pulled him into her. It was then the penny dropped, he was still a virgin.
He half sobbed, apologising to her. She rubbed his arm and murmured to him that everything would be fine. He reached around to hug her and put his head on her ample chest. She kissed the top of his head, reassuring him. After a quiet few minutes she told him we would always be here for him. He lifted his head to look at her and kissed her softly on the lips, they both of them breaking it off a few beats longer than a normal peck then continued to look at one another. Saying nothing they sat up and apart. I noticed a pitch in his trousers area, being close to her large tits had obviously worked its magic on him. I didn't know if it was the drink but she looked affected too, nipples showing, headlights blazing.
After another few more drinks, the subject changed onto less delicate things and his taxi came for him. We both gave him a big hug and he kissed Angie again, this time a more formal goodbye. We promised to keep in touch about his birthday arrangements.
We were both slightly drunk and quiet as we tidied up then headed for bed. Angie seemed a bit distracted and I asked her what was bothering her. She admitted, "Mark is such a lovely boy, I can't believe no-one has been lucky enough to be with him."
I said quietly to her, "You know he's a virgin?"
She replied, "I suspected it but thought he would have found a way by now, he's a clever lad."
I replied, "It's hard unless you get someone to show you the ropes early on, otherwise it can pass you by as more people get experienced in what they like." I turned over to rub her side working my way down to her legs, I said softly, "It seems like you've left a big gap in his education, maybe you need to help fill it," her eyes widened but I kept going before she replied, "You see the way he looks at you and it's not in a motherly way."
She reached for my cock which was solid, she said, "I don't know, but he is hurting and I don't want him damaged further by some stranger who doesn't care." Stroking my cock now she whispered, "I saw you looking at us on the couch, I think you'd be into it."
I kissed her and replied, "He was pitching some tent when you too were cuddling, and that's a useful sized thing that is going to waste."
She moaned as I cupped her tit and started to thumb the nipple, which had been hard since dinnertime. "You couldn't see but he was touching my tits whilst I held him," looking me in the eyes, "I liked it," she admitted.
I started rubbing her clit and she kept stroking me, a bit firmer now. She was moaning gently and I whispered, "Would you like him to do it again?"
She just moaned, "Hmmm..," and gripped me a little tighter. I shifted and moved on top of her, slipping my cock into her. She was as wet as I could remember. All this had obviously had an effect on her.
I whispered to her, "Pretend I'm Mark."