"Mom, can we talk?" Brian said, standing at the doorway to my mother's bedroom.
Lisa was lying in her bed reading a book, one of those dime store romance books, soft porn disguised as novels. She looked up at her son and smiled, as she patted the bed beside her. Brian couldn't help but notice her erect nipples poking against the fabric of her silk nightgown as she shifted her position to make room for him; he had been noticing things like that more and more as of late. As he sat down on the edge of the bed, she leaned over and placed her book on the night stand, her movements serving to pull the fabric even tighter against her flesh, outlining the fullness of her breasts and the erect nipples.
As Brian sat there staring at her breasts through the thin fabric, he felt his cock beginning to harden. He closed his eyes for a moment and took a deep breath. A mistake, as soon as he closed his eyes, images of his mother's naked body flashed through his mind. He shifted around, placing his hands in his lap to try and cover the growing erection. This was going to be more difficult than he thought.
Brian opened his eyes, sighing in relief when he saw that his mom had repositioned herself, and the nightgown was no longer stretched taught against her flesh. She stared at him questioningly as he sat there, his hands fidgeting nervously in his lap. He had planned this all out in his head, but now that he was here in front of her, his whole planned out conversation seemed ridiculous. A son just didn't go up to his mother and say what Brian had intended on saying. There are just some lines you don't cross.
"What is it, Brian?" she asked, becoming impatient.
Brian took a deep breath and started speaking, slowly at first, but then like a dam letting loose, it all flowed out. He told her about his failed attempts at sex with Kelly. With each statement, the next became easier, the words flowing off his tongue easier and easier with each sentence. She just sat there, not even a nod of understanding, or a look of embarrassment.
"What do you mean it swells up?" Lisa said, after Brian explained Kelly's reason for breaking up with him.
"Just that, mom." he replied. "It swells up until it's huge. It's so big, Kelly says it hurts her."
Lisa couldn't help but glance down at the bulge in Brian's shorts. She had to admit it was a rather large bulge, but by no means was it abnormally so.
"Well Brian," she began, her voice calm and controlled, "I'm sure you know about how sex works. It's quite normal for a man's, uhm, penis to swell up during sex. Usually, the more excited he gets, the more blood flows into his penis, making it swell."
"And as for Kelly, maybe she just wasn't able to handle you. That doesn't mean other women couldn't. In fact many women prefer a slightly larger penis, when it comes to sex." she said, at the same time thinking to herself, "God knows I do!"
She reached out and grabbed his hand from his lap, pulling it to her lips and giving it a quick kiss. As she did, Brian quickly moved his other hand to try to cover the obvious bulge.
"It doesn't just get big, mom." Brian said, his face turning red with embarrassment. "It gets huge. Kelly said it's a monster."
"Look, Brian. I don't know what else I can tell you. If Kelly say's it's huge, then maybe to her it is. Still, I bet that you will find someone who can appreciate your, uhm gift." Lisa said, finding that she kept glancing at his crotch as she spoke. "I don't know, maybe you should find a girl with, uhm, a bit more experience."
"Now, I invited your Aunt Julie over for dinner tonight. She's been really depressed since the divorce, and I was hoping a night of cards might cheer her up. How about you run down to Leomin's and pick up a couple of pizzas while I get a shower and get dressed?" As she said this she leaned back over again, grabbing her purse from the floor. His eyes followed her, and as she reached out for her purse, he could see down her nightgown, one entire breast nipple and all clearly visible. He thought he was going to explode in his pants.
"Oh, and pick up a bottle of wine from Lighthouse." she added as she sat back up and handed him the money.
Brian slid from the bed, keeping his body turned away as he stood up. His mom had already grabbed up her book and was reading again as he headed toward the door. He had just stepped out of the room and was about to close the door when she called out to him.
"And Brian," she said, looking up at him, "Don't worry; things have a way of working themselves out. Just give it time. You're barely twenty-one; you have your whole life to find the right girl."
Brian just nodded and tried to smile as he slowly closed the door.
Lisa waited until she heard the front door close. She had known for some time that Brian had been stealing her underwear. She had found several pair stuffed in the bottom of the hamper with dried cum on them. She wasn't even that surprised by how aroused he got when he was sitting on her bed. She couldn't help but notice the bulge in his trousers when he was sitting on her bed or the look on his face when she grabbed his hand, her fingers coming dangerously close to that bulge.
What had surprised her was her own reaction to seeing him so aroused and his candid talk about sex.
Of course she had tried to blame it on the novel she was reading, but she knew the truth of it. The book fell to the bed as she slid down, kicking the covers off. Her fingers began caressing, exploring her own body, pushing the soft fabric aside as they explored, moving slowly downward, promising at least some relief.
Leomin's was packed, and they told Brian it would be half an hour before the pizza's would be ready so Brian drove over to Lighthouse Liquor to pick up the wine. As he walked up and down the aisle trying to look like he knew what he was doing, the sales clerk stood at the counter staring at him. After several minutes of staring at bottles without a clue of what to get, Brian grabbed one and walked up to the counter.
"Special night?" the clerk asked, taking the bottle and running it under the scanner.
"I guess. I mean, yeah!" Brian replied, not wanting to look foolish if he had bought some sort of wine for special occasions.
"You know, a special night is always a bit more special with flowers." he said, nodding toward a vase in front of the register.
"Uhm, sure." Brian replied, pulling two flowers from the vase. "Two of them, then."
The clerk raised one eyebrow, and Brian wondered if he had screwed up. No matter, now. The clerk asked for his ID. Brian pulled it out, and handed it to him. The clerk raised his eyebrows again as he read it, looking from the ID to Brian and back again.
"It's me." Brian said, reciting off his name address and date of birth, along with the driver's license number for extra measure.
The clerk just smiled and handed the ID back before taking the money Brian held out to him.
"Just had to make sure, son." the clerk said, handing Brian his change and the bag.
By the time Brian got back to Leomin's the pizzas were waiting. He drove home and carried the stuff into the house. As he walked into the kitchen, he saw mom standing at the counter talking on the phone while trying to make a salad. He put the bags on the counter and went over to help her. She was still in her nightgown, over which she had thrown a robe, left untied in the front. He nodded toward the bathroom and told her to go take her shower, while he finished getting things ready. She nodded at him, and walked away, the phone still held in the crook of her shoulder.
Brian put the wine in the fridge and the pizza in the oven, before finishing the salad. Then he cleared the dining room table off and set out plates and glasses. At the last second, he remembered the roses, and put one on each of the two plates, one for his mom, and one for his aunt.
