My mother and I have always had a special relationship. She and dad broke up when I was only 11 and it's been just the two of us since then. Fortunately, she has a stable job and is doing well on her own, and I've already finished school and work sometimes. Mother has a boyfriend, but he comes home less and less. I've had quite a few relationships, but nothing more stable so far.
Mother has colleagues at work who always tell her about their husbands and what they do together on the weekends. Things like how many times they've slept and generally the activities they do under the duvet. And for mom, rest is to come home, clean and prepare something to eat. At dinner with her, we always tell each other how the working day went. She does not hesitate to share with me even the things she heard from her friends. Before, these outpourings used to bother me a little, but then I got used to it. Anyway, one Saturday (or Sunday) my mother and I went to the shops. While we were shopping in a supermarket, she noticed how an employee who was hanging around us was smiling playfully at me as soon as we passed. As we finished shopping and drove home, Mom started up again with one of her embarrassing stories. It started with something like:
'You're thinking of Alex - the colleague from work. Her husband wanted her to woo... do it with her mouth and she refused.'
I started to feel a bit dumbfounded and I just continued to look at the changing landscapes through the window, but her next phrase, I couldn't help but slap me with a wet rag:
'Actually - it's not much really. - I, for example, felt like it...
'It is individual for everyone. -I decided to conclude, hoping that the conversation would end
'Yes, that's how they all justify themselves - she didn't stop - there are ways to make it easy.'
I looked at her and noticed a sly smile on her flushed face -- she was adjusting herself in the seat -- was she really uncomfortable or was she suffering from something else.
The conversation from the car hadn't affected her alone, and as soon as we got home I ran to my room. I heard her talking on the phone, which gave me the perfect opportunity to go to the bathroom and just relieve myself. I found a pair of white semi-transparent ankle socks in the clothes basket. Some extremely physical and primal need invited me to come close and inhale it. I went on with the attitude that it was just a women's scent, but one that turned me on and it didn't take long for me to came from the aroma. After maybe half an hour, she went in to take a shower. I was in the living room watching TV when unexpectedly for me she said:
'Did you accidentally spill something in the clothes basket?'
I blushed all over when I realized - I don't remember where I came.
'There are some strange spots.' she said, examining one of the socks. He felt the stain, brought it to his nose and smelled it.
'I have no idea' - I answered as if I did not suspect anything and hoped that she would not be curious anymore. After finishing the household survey, he came and started browsing the TV channels. There was nothing interesting at the time. When he had thoroughly searched them, he said to me:
'I spoke with Alex earlier - you remember from work. She told me that she finally made up her mind and gave fellatio to her husband. She thinks that now he is kinder to her, and she thinks that she strengthened their relationship with this achievement. Telling me this I began to stiffen downstairs and dreaded the fact that I had to wait until bed time to go and relieve the unpleasant excitement. I didn't want her to think I was ignoring her and by the way I threw in:
'And what - did it take her a long time to satisfy him?' - I really did not realize my words.
'No- I had given her some guidelines - I encouraged her. Oh, please tell me - how long does it take you when someone blows you?'
