Thank you for reading my story, I hope that you enjoy it. Love Mica xx, Yorkshire England.
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"What's up?"
Sam had come home earlier than I expected. He had gone to see his girlfriend Gemma, and I had not expected to see him for hours. He had met Gemma at University and they hit it off straight away, from what he had said anyway. An unlikely but pleasant fact was that Gemma also came from our town and lived only a couple of miles away. I liked her, she looked a little like a mini me, and had a very quick wit.
"Nothing." He sat on the chair opposite me, I was on the sofa, and stared at the floor.
"Well obviously it is not nothing, otherwise you would still be with Gemma and not here at home with your Mum. So, what is it."
"You wouldn't understand."
"Well no, of course not, I mean I have never dated anyone have I? I have no experience whatsoever in these matters."
He looked me in the face and got up. "Nothing, I am going upstairs," he said and left the room.
"Hmm," I said to an empty room. I went back to scrolling on my phone. I was watching reels and just marvelling at how stupid some people could be as other people's lives unravelled for the stupidest of reasons. After a while I got bored and decided to go on up to bed.
I locked the front door, no need to wait up for Sam as he had come home early. I tidied the kitchen, rinsing my mug and leaving it on the drainer, turned the downstairs lights off and went up.
In my bedroom I put my heated blanket on, stripped, sniffing my bra, it would last another day, put my knickers in the washing basket, and went into the ensuite. I had a wash, did my teeth and went back into my room and slipped into my warming bed. I put my phone and watch onto charge on the side table, turned the side light off, and lay back, the covers keeping me toastie.
It was dark outside, luckily no street light outside my house, so only a little light crept in around the sides of my blackout blinds. I lay staring at nothing as I thought through the events of the day, and planning what I would do tomorrow. My eyes adjusted to the darkness and I watched my door open.
"Mum?"
"Yes Sam?"
He came in, a shadowy figure showing only in the glow from my bedside clock. He sat on the bed.
"It's Gemma."
Well, you could strike me down with a feather. "Oh?" I said.
"She won't, you know."
"No Sam, I don't know, she won't what?"
"You know, do anything. It is driving me mad." I could hear the shiver in his voice.
"Sam, I don't know, anything what. You are shivering, get under the covers but don't pull them off me."
He got up and then eased my quilt up and slipped in and lay beside me.
"We have been going out for over a year Mum, and she won't, you know, says she wants to save herself."
Oh, I see, no nookie nookie.
"Well, you may find it surprising, but some girls do that you know. I mean, don't forget it is different for a girl, one she can get pregnant, and two, sex for a woman is someone else inside their body, that is a big thing. Many girls want to wait until they meet the right one, save it for their wedding night."
"Did you?"
"Did I what?"
"Save it for the wedding night?"
"No, but your dad was my first, and we were engaged before we did go the whole way."
"She won't even go part way Mum, I am going insane."
"Not much you can do except use your sock and try not to pester her otherwise you will kill your relationship."
"It's not fair."
"Who said it should be?"
He lay quiet and didn't say anything else. I decided I would try and have a chat with Gemma, after all, there are ways to move forward. Sam's Dad and I didn't have intercourse until after we were engaged, but we certainly fooled around a lot before we did. I would chat that through with Gemma.
I smiled as I heard a soft snore from the other side of my bed, Sam had dozed off. Oh well, no point in waking him to send him back to his room, I simply rolled over and started imagining my conversation with Gemma, and pretty soon I too was asleep.
I woke up in the morning with confusion in my mind, I had something hard sticking into my bottom, pushed between my cheeks touching my fanny, and an arm over my side on my breast. I realised it must be Sam's dick between my cheeks, obviously his morning glory, jammed between the cheeks of my buttocks. I eased away and got out of bed and went into my ensuite and sat on the loo.
After I had finished, I went back into my bedroom and put my robe on and went downstairs to put the kettle on. My mind a whirl of thoughts, Sam's dick between the cheeks of my bum nudging my fanny had not been the most unpleasant sensation to wake up to, and in those few moments before I woke up properly, my imagination was full of sexual throughs and feelings, as real as if I had actually been having sex, and then I realised who it was.
As I sat waiting for the kettle to boil I knew that I had been aroused and that my fanny had been wet, ready, wanting. But Sam was not who my brain should be thinking of. I knew that my inappropriate thoughts were simply as a result of an accidental touching. Sam came down and joined me, sitting on a chair opposite me. I got up to make us mugs of tea.
"Morning Mum," he half said half mumbled as I turned and took the teas back to the table. As I sat down I realised that his dick was laying along his thigh and almost poking out of the leg of his boxers. The end of her son's dick is not something a Mum usually wants to see in the morning. I looked away and drank at my tea, annoyed with myself that my eyes kept getting drawn back to the end of his dick. I put my mug down and tightened my robe, ensuring that I could not give him an inadvertent flash.
"I presume that you want to stay with Gemma, it is just this one thing getting in the way." I said looking him in the eyes.
"Well yes Mum, I really like being with her, she makes me feel good, we laugh, we do bicker sometimes, but never over anything major. But she also really turns me on Mum, and that is my difficulty. I have been with other girls where it didn't matter if we didn't, you know, I mean it was nice and all that, and I did if I could, but it wasn't the end of the world. It feels like breaker with Gem, it really does."
"Well, as I suggested don't push it, I expect to do a lot of sock washing, and eventually it will work out."
"Mum, really, sock? Oh my God."
"Ah is my poor baby boy embarrassed that his mum knows he masturbates into socks? Better than all over the bedding Sam, a sock is easier to wash than a sheet or quilt cover."
Sam was red in the face and buried his head into his tea.
"I'm going to see Phil this morning, we're going to do Warhammer."
"Okay baby."
When Sam had gone up to get dressed I sent Gemma a message asking her if we could meet. She sent back a yes, and said her folks were out this morning if I wanted to go over for coffee. I said yes, and called up to Sam that I was going out and could drop him off at Phil's if he wanted.
After I had dropped Sam at his friend's house I drove across town to where Gemma lived and pulled on her parent's drive and knocked on the door.
"Hello Mrs M, come in," she said opening the door, "let's make a coffee and we can sit in the conservatory, the sun is up and it is quite warm in there."
"That's lovely Gemma," I said.
After the coffees were made we went into the conservatory and sat on the cane settee next to each other.
"Is anything wrong?" She asked me.
"Oh Lord no, I am just, well, Sam is a bit upset, and I just wanted to understand."
"Is it because I won't sleep with him, only I won't, don't try and make me."
"Yes, but good Lord Gemma, I would never try and make you."
"I want to save myself for the right boy, you know, for marriage."
"And that is fine, Sam's Dad was my first, and we waited until we were engaged. I have no problem with you waiting for intercourse, it is your body, your choice."
"I don't know what to do, Sam left early yesterday, my folks were out, and he wanted to go up to my bedroom and I said no. He got all moody and left."
"Yeah, I got his mood when he came home."
"How did you keep Sam's Dad happy Mrs M?"
"Ah, well, what worked for us, may not work for you. We fooled around, yes, but we never slept together. I used my hand or mouth on him, and let him watch me do it to myself, and I watched him do it to himself, but we didn't do the thing until after we were engaged, and it was my choice. One day I decided I wanted to know how it would feel if we did."
"Oh."
"So, I don't know, that might work for you guys, but it depends on how you feel about it. I mean, I presume that you do it to yourself, why not let him watch?"
"Oh God I would be so embarrassed."
"Why? It is just natural, and eventually you guys will be doing more than that, it is just an early step. And then you can watch him, or you let him watch you first."
"My God, it would be, just weird."
"Weird is the first time you touch him. We girls don't have anything like a dick, it feels weird and then when you touch you wonder how the hell it could fit inside you. Don't worry, it will, but that would be for the future."
""But, with my mouth, I mean obviously I know about it, I have just never done it and the thought of doing it makes me feel funny."
"I suggest that next time you let your fingers go walking down there," I said pointing at her crotch, "just imagine that you are holding him or licking him. And by the way, if he does finish in your mouth, that's fine, better than in your fanny at this stage, and it won't hurt you. I learned to love the taste."
She looked at me as if I were mad.
"Look, if you ever do get to use your hands on him, when he finishes, taste it. You'll see it's not bad and will help you if you decide to use your mouth."
"Oh my God. I just can't talk to my Mum about things like this, she would go ape."
"Well, I am just a phone call away, and if you and I talk about things, I won't share it with Sam. He doesn't know I am seeing you this morning. It is up to you if you tell him, I won't."
"No, he will only want to know what we talked about."
"When are you seeing Sam next?"
"Tomorrow, my folks are out in the evening, so I guess he will want to get all touchy feely."
"You don't have to let him touch you, don't forget, watching can be fun."
After I left I went to Waitrose and got a few things, and then filled the car up with petrol and drove back home, my mind full of the problems of the youngsters of today. I hadn't even asked her if she had thought about prevention and protection for when they eventually did do it. I might broach that with Sam.
At home I had some soup for lunch and then sat on the sofa doing some work on my laptop. The door clattered and Sam came home.
"Hello Baby, you alright?"
"Yeah, Phil's girlfriend came around, so I left them to it."
"Okay fair enough," I said closing my laptop and looking at him. He really is quite a handsome boy, he keeps himself trim, he jogs a few miles every day, and doesn't eat a lot of junk food or snacks. Gemma is lucky to have him, but, I would say that, I'm his Mum.
"Can I ask you baby, have you talked around your problem to see if there are any solutions?"
"What? What solutions Mum, she won't do it and that is that."
