My name is Ken. I am nineteen and live at home with my mom, Paula, and dad, James. Dad is an engineer at a local manufacturing plant. Mom is a housewife. My dad is forty-nine, ten years older than mom. My life is routine and quite boring, except for school, a local college I attend. Dad is a man of habit. You could almost set the clock by him. Dad's routine during the weekdays are, off to work at eight o'clock, home at six o'clock, bed at ten o'clock. Saturday, dad is off at eight o'clock to play golf and stay at the clubhouse, eating his dinner there, home at nine o'clock and straight to bed, with mom following him. Sunday is family day and spent at home. I'm in school at ten o'clock, and normally home by three o'clock. Like I said, it's a bore.
One Monday I came home and found my Aunt Peggy's car in the driveway. I went into the house and found them sitting on the back patio, talking. I said my hello's, then went to my room. I tried to study, but found myself getting sleepy. I opened the window to get some fresh air and could hear my mom and aunt talking very clearly. As I went back to my books I heard someone say "sex", and went back to the window to listen better. My aunt was telling my mom about her husband, George, not being the greatest in bed. My mom piped in about my dad.
"Listen Peg, Jim is much worse. I can't remember the last time I had an orgasm. Jim only wants sex when he comes home from golf, then he only last for three or four minutes. He never does any foreplay, and I don't mind telling you how much I miss that."
"Paula, why don't you try using a toy? They have some really ingenious gadgets nowadays. I 'm speak from experience"
"No Peg, I tried a few, but they just don't seem to do the trick. I don't think I'm frigid; I just need the real thing. Please don't tell me to get a lover; I would never ruin my family that way."
Aunt Peggy changed the subject and I went back to my books. Unable to concentrate, I heard my aunt leave. I went downstairs to find my mother sitting in the living room. I sat on the couch facing toward my mom.
"Is something on your mind, Ken?"
Mom I heard you talking a little while ago. I heard about your problem with having an.... Orgasm. Mom's eyes grew quite large and she sat up in the chair. I swallowed hard as I sat there, keeping eye contact with her.
"AND? Do you have something more to say?"
Mom, I think I may have a solution to your problem. Mom told me to watch my step and to pick my words carefully. Listen mom, if all you need is a little ....warming up, before you go in with dad, I can help. Mom kept her stare. Mom please don't get mad, I'm just trying to help you...and dad.
"And just how do you propose, this warming me up?"
Well, I think if you, and me, did a little light petting, just before dad comes home from golf, you would be in a much better mood, with dad. I mean, maybe a few kisses and some hugging, nothing serious. Just light petting. You would have complete control. Just think about it, mom.
"Kenneth, that's nonsense! You're talking about making out with your mother! What were you thinking? Let's just forget this conversation ever happened and you forget about what you heard outside."
I asked for mom's forgiveness and went up to my room. Mom stayed seated, trying to act as if everything was still normal. Later, at the dinner table, I noticed mom was intently staring at me. I was a little worried that dad would notice, but he didn't say anything.
Things were pretty much the same; mom was a little preoccupied thinking about something, maybe what we talked about even. I came home Friday, greeted mom with my usual hello, and then headed to my room. I had just set my books down, when there was a light knock at my door. Mom came in my room and sat on my bed.
"Can we talk Ken?"
I turned my chair to face her and told her, of course mom. I noticed she seemed a little nervous. Maybe she told dad about my idea. I felt a chill go up my back, expecting the worst.
"Honey, I've been thinking about your offer, try as I might not to. Well, I think I was a bit too hard on you the other day. You're a good son, a mother couldn't ask for a more caring or gentlemanly son. I've been thinking about giving the idea a...trail. Just a little test, to see if it would...work."