Near midnight, Julie decided to take matters in her own hand - she marched up the stairs and headed for her son's room.
She was worried. Kyle had come home at 4:00 PM like clockwork, but the boy that had trudged through the door didn't seem like her son.
Normally, he'd introduce himself heartily, his voice percolating through the two-story ranch house. He'd then trot into the kitchen, quickly drop his backpack on the table, and give his beloved mother a tight hug from behind. This had been a daily ritual for nearly a decade, though Julie had noticed that the young man's embraces had grown incrementally prurient since he'd hit puberty - a hand that reached too far up, or a kiss on the nape of her neck that lingered too long. Initially, she brushed it off as mere coincidence, but the clothed erection (an increasingly massive one, she blushingly conjectured to the shocked, giggling fellow moms of her bridge club) often pressed against the seat of her jeans made her wiser to the situation. Fortunately, Kyle usually defused any tension with a goofy joke that'd make her chuckle, and her friends assured her that he was just going through a phase. Besides, the attention was flattering and, although she felt guilty admitting it, quite arousing - more than once had the knowledge of the young man's perpetual bulge driven her to the company of her vibrator.
Today, however, Kyle headed upstairs as soon he entered the house and self-exiled himself to his room. He'd politely, but impatiently, countered his mother's multiple knocks of concern with vague excuses. Even her husband, Mike, had lightly rebuked her, "He just needs some space. Maybe it's time to stop babying an 18-year old." His chuckle had received a cold glare in return.
Well, 8 hours was enough! She needed to know what was going on!
When she went to his door, she saw that the lights were off. He had fallen asleep! She decided to kiss him goodnight, quietly opening the door so as to not wake him up.
Unfortunately, as the light from the hallway soon revealed, her son was anything but dormant.
Julie was aghast at what she found. Her son was seated on his bed, his back to the headboard, and stared at her in bewilderment. A box of condoms lay opened on the bed, many of its unrolled contents strewn across the floor. One was in Kyle's hand, ludicrously stretched across the tip of his gargantuan penis. When he recovered from the shock, he dropped the condom and quickly pulled the covers to hide his shame - they did little to obfuscate the pulsating tower of flesh, a fact not lost on Julie, who felt her cleft moisten. "Boy was I right, girls," she thought, imagining what her friends would say.
"Oh god, mom - this isn't... this isn't what it looks..." His embarrassment turned to indignation, "Damn it, couldn't you knock?"
"Wha- what- what are you doing?!" she asked sternly. Julie quickly shut the door and flipped on the lights, knowing that her puritanical husband might disown the erring boy if he saw what was going on.
The tone of disappointment in his mother's voice and his complete inability to produce an explanation wiped the ire from his face - a deep shade of crimson took its place, obvious in the now well-lit room.
The 18-year old suddenly looked like a child who'd been caught red-handed. Julie felt her maternal instincts kick in and rushed to his side - she couldn't stay mad at her baby! She clasped him to her bosom and stroked his hair, "Oh honey, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to embarrass you!"
While Kyle appreciated his mother's attempt to comfort him, her proximity didn't alleviate his tumescence. If anything, having his face held between a fantastic pair of huge, alabaster udders stuffed inside a pink tank top that barely contained them made it all the worse. As he took in the heady mix of Chanel No 5 and the sweet, natural fragrance of a woman, more and more blood rushed to fill the large veins feeding his cock - he felt faint.
"Aw mom... it's fine." Kyle barely registered his own words, as his eyes relished the small beauty mark on the inner side of the left breast.
"But pumpkin, what are you doing will all these boxes?" The justifiable, but awkward question brought the teen back to his senses. He pulled back from the embrace.
"Uh... uh well... you see..." the boy stammered, searching for an excuse.
He looked into Julie's warm, aquamarine eyes and knew he could never lie to his mother. He muttered, "Susie invited me to her house this weekend, while her parents are away – I'm almost certain she wants to have sex this weekend."
"Oh," Julie intoned. She did her best not to scowl.
Susie was Kyle's girlfriend of two months. Despite Julie's vigilant efforts throughout high school to keep her handsome boy for herself, the cheerleader had snuck in and stolen his heart during football practice. Although the 38-year old mother accommodated a powerful aversion for the 19-yr old bimbo, she knew the girl made Kyle happy, which is ultimately what the devoted mother cared about most.
She asked the obvious follow-up, terrified of the answer, "Well... do you?"
"Of course, I do! I... really like her, mom," he blurted out. The boy couldn't help but smile as he thought of the pretty brunette that had completely changed his life.
Julie looked at her son's face and felt her heart sink. The teen was completely love-struck - her baby boy had replaced her in his heart.
He continued, "But I'm a... a... virgin." The last word was barely audible. The loving mother looked on with pity as her child hung his head in abject shame.
"Pumpkin, that's nothing to be embarrassed about - your dad and I were virgins before we got married! You should be proud you're saving yourself for marriage!"
Julie felt like a fraud preaching to her son something even she didn't fully believe in. After all, she had followed said advice to the letter as a beautiful young maiden, ignoring the adolescent cravings within her and turning away randy adonises by the handful; every adult in her life had been confident that the marital bliss she would reap by staying pure would be immeasurable. To this day, she remembered her excitement in the limo as it sped towards her first night in a marital bed, even as she sat next to the still strange "good Christian boy" her parents had chosen for her. Yet, more than a decade of matrimony had yielded only the uninspired 5-minute races to the finish that Mike initiated on the occasional weekend - she could count on one hand the times her spouse had brought her to orgasm in the past year. On some level she felt blessed - her husband was a faithful man, caring father, and wonderful provider. Unfortunately, he had never even come close to satiating the unspeakable hunger within her that grew more desperate with each passing day.
"Yeah yeah... dad's given me that talk a million times before. But...but..." He sighed, in defeat, "Ah hell... maybe he's right. It doesn't matter anyway. Susie's gonna dump me once she that I've been lying to her for so long about not being a virgin. I screwed it up – it's over." He turned away, trying hard to hide his grief.
Julie's heart ached, partially from realizing just how much he cared about some skinny bitch, but mostly from seeing the apple of her eye in so much pain. She thought back to the numerous crushes and desires she'd forsaken in her youth and realized she couldn't let her son relive her regrets.
"No! It's not!" She grabbed Kyle by his sinewy shoulders and looked into his blue-green eyes. "Look, if you really care about this girl, you won't give up! You still have a few days before your date. That's plenty of time!"
Although completely shocked by her reaction, he countered, "It doesn't matter - I have no idea how any of this stuff works! I don't even know where to begin!"
Julie knew what needed to be done – after all, her spouse definitely wouldn't step up to the plate. She let go of his shoulders and looked away. She muttered, "I'll teach you."
Kyle stared at his mother with wide-eyed astonishment. "Wha-what???"
