Sex Education with Mom

On Tuesday's, after teaching an early morning biology class, Samantha had time to use the university gym for an hour of cardio. She liked to finish at around 9:30 when the locker room shower was usually empty.

The last thing she wanted to hear was a student of hers, present or former, saying hello or asking questions about class, while she was dressed in nothing but a towel. Or worse... while she was naked...

It seemed like a normal day as she rinsed the shampoo from her hair and let her muscles relax after running five miles on a treadmill. The good mood was slightly dimmed when she heard two college girls enter the private stalls nearby. Sometimes a few students from the fitness class (yes, they still give credit for that) would leave the gym early and shower.

Their giggling laughter ruined her alone time. Knowing there would be more students coming, Samantha decided to move along with her day.

She turned off the shower and reached for a towel. Suddenly, one of the girls had said something which caught Samantha's attention.

'Henry.'

She immediately recognized the voice of the college girl who said it.

It was her son's girlfriend!

Under normal circumstances she'd say hello to Lan, a pretty and polite Asian girl from Hong Kong. Samantha liked her very much and they got along well. She considered wrapping a towel around her body to approach Lan, but then realized the college girls were likely naked. In the end, she felt it best to avoid the awkwardness all together.

After drying off, Samantha was about to head back to the locker room to get dressed. Then she heard their conversation strike a more serious tone.

"I don't know,"

Lan sadly expressed.

"I think I might break up with him. I'm still mulling it over and it hurts."

"Really? How come? Henry is the hottest guy in Advanced Calculus."

Samantha's ears were piqued; she had suddenly become an eavesdropper on a private conversation. The voice absolutely belonged to Lan, and they were definitely talking about her son, Henry.

A break-up? She knew her son would be crushed. The young couple had been inseparable for the past few months. They were always laughing and spent a great deal of time together.

Worse, Lan's father was a rich investor who recently became a partner at an American investment firm in the same city. He offered Henry an internship with the company after graduation. Henry, of course, was thrilled at the prospect of heading straight to the big leagues. He always dreamed of working in finance.

Lan continued,

"It's kind of awkward."

"Come on, tell me. If you're breaking up with him, there's gotta be a good reason."

"Ughh. Well, to be honest. It's about sex. I mean, he's great in bed and I really love sucking his dick. But most of the time he won't return the favor. If he does, it's really half-assed."

"He doesn't eat pussy?" the friend inquired with blatant disgust.

"Never more than a few lazy licks."

"God, what an asshole."

"He's not an asshole. Just inexperienced and he refuses to learn. It's unfair and it goes against my ideals. Equality is important in the bedroom. If I suck him off and swallow his cum, the LEAST he could do is lick my clitoris until I climax. He knows how sensitive my clit is when I'm aroused. Every time we mess around, I practically beg him to go down on me, but he never seems to get the message. Nor does he appear to care."

The friend replied,

"Well, if you're looking for a good pussy eater, I can give you a few references. Trust me, you should forget about Henry. There are plenty of guys with amazing oral abilities who would love to return the favor for a hot Asian chick like you. White guys usually love tasting Asian pussy, as you must know."

"Henry must not be one of those guys," Lan giggled.

A mortified Samantha listened to the rest of their conversation. Lan genuinely seemed reluctant to leave Henry, so there was hope.

Aside from all that, Samantha was greatly disappointed in Henry for his apparent failure in the cunnilingus department. She had raised him to strive for excellence in all areas. He was a top scholar, athlete, had perfect manners, and was a great looking guy. How could this have happened?

While they had never talked about sex before, Samantha assumed Henry would be thoughtful enough to return oral favors to women. That's how healthy relationships are supposed to work in the modern era.

She shook those thoughts from her mind. This was her son! It was wrong to think about his sexuality on this level. However, she definitely wanted to help him overcome this inadequacy and save this loving relationship. And she certainly didn't want Henry to lose his big internship over his lack of oral talent.

Samantha snapped out of her internal musings. She needed to get the hell out of the shower before more students arrived. With only one towel, she had to cover her face or risk being spotted by Lan.

So she did what she could. As the college girls were still engrossed in their sexualized conversation, Samantha tossed the towel over her head, pretending to dry her hair, and walked right past them in a naked state with her face obscured.

Luckily Samantha made it to the locker room fairly certain she hadn't been recognized.

***

It was early afternoon when Samantha had arrived home. She had texted Henry to come meet her there. At this hour, she knew he had finished class for the day and was either studying or hanging out with friends.

As expected, she made it home first. So, she slipped into a more comfortable outfit and poured a very generous glass of red wine. She had absolutely no idea how to even broach this topic with Henry.

She pondered the situation until his car pulled into the driveway. Even then, her plan still hadn't been finalized. As he approached the doorway, her thoughts raced. She wondered how she would break the news and what she'd recommend. In reality, she wasn't even sure of her ultimate goal. It was all up in the air.

Unfortunately, this was a time sensitive matter. She met Henry at the door and she told him to get comfortable. They sat in the living room on the opposite ends of the same couch.

In the beginning, she fell into her typical parenting mode and politely interrogated her beloved son. Starting with general topics, she asked about school and his social life. She finished her wine when the easy questions were done.

Samantha finally got to the point. "How are things with you and Lan? You seem very happy together."

"Things are great," Henry replied emphatically. "Honestly, I've never felt so connected to a woman."

"Do you see yourself in a long term relationship with her? Does she feel the same way?"

Henry nodded. "Yeah, this is the longest relationship I've ever had. But we're not discussing marriage if that's what you're afraid of."

The response was mildly amusing to Samantha and she resisted the urge to drop the bomb abruptly. She was well aware that his young heart might soon be shattered.

No one ever said motherhood was easy.

"You're a fine young man," she said. "And I'm sure you have plenty of other dating and career options."

"Mom, you're acting strangely."

She sighed. "I know. This is rather difficult."

"Just say it. Otherwise we'll be here all day."

Samantha took a deep breath. "Are you sexually active with Lan?"

Henry was immediately taken aback. "Why?"

"Answer me. Are you and Lan sexually active?"

"Yeah, we are," he replied hesitantly. "We're both young adults in a loving relationship. Are you worried that I'll get her pregnant or something?"

"Maybe. Are you two using protection?"

Naturally, he tensed. "We use condoms. Why? You never asked about this when I dated other girls."

"This is a little different," she replied.

"Is it?"

Samantha could tell Henry was uncomfortable with the direction of the conversation. But as much as she loathed having to do it, this discussion needed to happen now. It wasn't too late to fix the problem.

At long last, Samantha said, "When I was in the campus shower today, I overheard Lan saying she wants to break up with you."

Henry was completely blindsided and Samantha watched his heart slowly break. As a mother, she just wanted to comfort him, but a lesson needed to be learned. This tough conversation would only help him.

"What do you mean you overheard? Who was she talking to? What did she say?"

Samantha took another deep breath. "Lan was talking to a friend. Nothing has been confirmed. She still seems rather undecided on the matter and she still has strong feelings for you."

"But... why? She said she loves me. And I love her too."

The only thing Samantha could do was scoot a little closer to him, reach out for his hand and reassure him that everything was going to be okay. He was taking the news as best he could. But it obviously stung.

"It's okay," she said as the moment had arrived. "Do you really want to know why? This may be embarrassing for you."

"Tell me already. I have to know."

"Oral sex," she said bluntly.

Henry was instantly taken aback. "Huh?"

"The truth is, no matter how smart, funny, or handsome a guy is, women still have sexual needs. Just like men. Lan is a sweet young woman, who's also intelligent and charming. But she has desires like anyone else. As sexual creatures, these needs are part of our biology."

Henry shook his head. "I don't understand. I take care of her needs several times a week."

"Henry, you really don't understand. I overheard Lan saying that she... let me put this mildly... she goes down on you quite often. Is this true?"

Naturally, Henry seemed a bit shaken. Having a frank discussion about sex with his mother hadn't exactly been on his agenda that day.

"Well, yeah. I mean, she enjoys doing it. And I appreciate it."

"I'm sure you both enjoy it," Samantha replied. "Many women enjoy performing that for a man. Obviously, men enjoy receiving that type of attention. But do you return the favor in an equal manner?"

"Ummm.... sure. Of course, why wouldn't I?"

"Are you positive? I overheard Lan saying that you barely do anything in return, beyond a few 'lazy licks.' Is this true?"

"No, it's not true! I mean... I guess I could put more effort."

"Yes or no? It's not complicated."

Henry released a loud sigh. "I could try harder. There's always room for improvement and I want her to feel good."

Henry was clearly flustered and frustrated. Samantha switched strategy and turned to a more nurturing approach.

"Look, I know this is an extremely awkward conversation," Samantha said in a comforting tone. "But we're having this talk for three reasons."

"I'm listening," Henry replied, trying to make sense of this madness.

"First of all, Lan is a remarkable girl. You two make an absolutely darling couple. And you seem very happy together."

He nodded. "You're right."

"Secondly, and I know this sounds shallow, but her father has arranged for you to gain valuable experience in the world of finance. I'd hate for you to lose that opportunity on account of something so trivial like cunnilingus."

"You're right about that too," Henry gasped.

"Lastly, I've always taught you about the concept of fairness. The fact that you're so eager to have Lan go down on you without reciprocating, just doesn't sit right with me. If I dated a guy who pulled that crap, I'd think he was an asshole. Plain and simple. That's how Lan feels about you on a certain level. You're sexually unsympathetic and you only care about your own pleasure, not hers. You're acting like a sexist pig."

Henry sat in shock. "Wow. I don't know what to say. I'm speechless."

"I had to get that off my chest. This isn't how you were raised."

"Mom! Really? I'm being called out by my own mother? Lan enjoys herself when we have regular sex. She doesn't complain about that."

Samantha cringed at Henry's reaction.

"You get off on regular sex too, so why does Lan need to suck your dick?" Samantha countered with a verbal knockout punch. "Fairness is important in sexual relationships. It's 2018, not 1820."

Henry paused for a moment and considered his mother's wise words. While she was known for going to extremes, Samantha was usually right, and always achieved her goals.

"There's still hope," she said. "I'm giving you tough love for a reason. It's not too late for you to become a better man in the bedroom. Treat her with respect and make her satisfaction a priority. A pretty young woman like Lan can easily move on with whomever she chooses."

Henry's confidence seemingly returned and he spoke with resolve. "I'll do anything. I swear. Tell me what I have to do."

"Are you actually willing to change your ways?"

"Of course, anything. I'm more than willing to grow from this."

Then came the hard part. Samantha had acted in haste and hadn't planned this far in advance. While her son waited for proper guidance, she was stumped. This was uncharted territory for any mother.

"Well, it shouldn't be difficult to learn," she finally said. "You're a smart guy, just apply yourself and read about it on the internet. I can't believe I'm saying this, but you have my permission to watch porn. It's considered educational these days."

Henry narrowed his eyes. "Really? That's it? All that build up and you tell me to watch porn?"

"What else were you expecting?"

"I don't know. You were acting like you had some classified information on how to eat pussy."

"Henry! Watch your language!" she fired back. "I know what I enjoy, but it's too inappropriate for us to discuss the specifics."

Henry jokingly scoffed. "Maybe I'll just go downtown and hire a hooker to teach me, since you won't."

Instantly, Samantha's mom-radar sensed potential danger in Henry's level of desperation. Of course she knew he was joking. But images of Henry being arrested, or catching an awful disease, sprang to her mind. If it ever came to that, Samantha knew she'd never forgive herself. After all, this was

her

idea.

She looked him dead in the eyes. "No prostitutes. Not now. Not ever. Do you understand me?"

"That was a joke, in case---"

"It wasn't funny," she replied, cutting him off. "Look, you're going to have to make a choice. Either learn how to effectively give oral to a woman, or accept the fact that you'll chronically be dumped by terrific women."

"You're right. It was a horrible joke."

Samantha calmed down and came back to her senses. Thinking it best if Henry learned properly from a vetted source, a snap decision was made. She'd be damned if he ever hired a prostitute.

"I'll be your teacher," she said. "For educational purposes only. It will be safe, clean, and controlled."

Henry was shocked. "Are you sure?"

"Yes. Now we'll start with something simple. Hmmm... wait here."

Samantha hurried to the kitchen and came back twenty seconds later with a freshly washed peach, which had been cut on both sides from top to bottom. Once again, she sat down beside her son.

"Are you doing what I think you're doing?" he asked.

"I'm going to teach you how to perform oral sex on a woman using this peach. If you follow my instructions, Lan will never dream of leaving you. In fact, she may even ask you to marry her."

"I'm too young to think about marriage."

"But you want her to suck your dick, right?"

He blushed. "What do you think?"

"If you want her to continue with that, then you need to learn how to give back in a satisfactory manner. Watch closely. I know it's weird, but this seems like a good way to demonstrate exactly what you should be doing."

Samantha held the opened peach to her mouth, then stuck her tongue out and gave it a nice long lick, directly in the middle of the fruit. She repeated the strokes in a seductive manner.

"The top part is the clitoris," she said.

Her tongue went to work and ran perfectly formed circles around the pretend clitoris on the peach. After several laps, she pursed her lips and drew the 'clitoris' into her mouth. While sucking, she moved her head, ever so slightly, from side to side while performing 'peachilingus.'

Strangely, moisture began forming in her panties, making her slightly uncomfortable. Yet as a dedicated mother, she continued. Alternating between licking the center and sucking the 'clitoris,' she made sure Henry observed these intermediate techniques, which never failed to get her off.

After several minutes of giving pleasure to the fruit, Samantha paused for breath. Peach juice dribbled down her chin.

"Look at my chin, Henry," she said, somewhat breathlessly. "This is how you should look after taking care of Lan."

After wiping her finger across the errant nectar, she licked it clean while winking at her son. Having finished the brief oral demonstration, Samantha was mildly amused to see that Henry was a bit rattled, in a sexual way. She knew she was an attractive woman, but she never expected her son to notice, or have deviant thoughts about her.

"Now you try it," she said, flipping the peach to the other side, then handing it to him.

He took it and froze. "Mom, it's too embarrassing."

"Do you want to keep Lan? Or do you want to masturbate in front of the computer for the rest of your life?"

"Fine, here it goes. Tell me how I do."

When it was Henry's turn, he smashed the tip of his tongue against the open fruit. After several short licks, he used his hand to force the peach against his mouth, instead of using his mouth on the peach. There was absolutely no finesse involved. As a result, the peach became pulverized.

Samantha immediately felt a twinge of pity for Lan.

"Not like that!" Samantha was definitely miffed. "You've ruined the peach!

"What did you expect when you devastated the other side? It's not a real vagina, it's a peach. It can only withstand so much pressure."

"That's irrelevant. Going down on a woman requires patience and skill. Be gentle and loving. Show her that you love her and care about her pleasure."

"Maybe my tongue is just stronger than yours," Henry joked.

"Was that sarcasm?"

"I gave it a lick and this is what happened. The peach is literally falling apart."

She sighed. "You're right. Put it on the table before it drips on the carpet."

Henry put the battered peach on the table. "Lan once told me that my cock is talented, but my mouth... not so much."

"Nonsense," Samantha replied. "No one is inherently blessed with cunnilingus super powers. With anything, you need to study and practice."

Samantha wasn't quite sure that was true. In her heart of hearts, she knew that people have different sexual strengths. But in the interest of helping Henry, she told the small fib.

"Well, I have nothing to practice on now," Henry stated.

In the heat of the moment, Samantha made a decision she knew she'd regret when this was over. Before changing her mind, she dug her fingers into her pants and panties. In one swift movement, she pulled the clothing down to her ankles before removing them entirely. Left completely bare from the waist down, Henry had a clear view of her neatly trimmed pubic hairs and parts of her labia.

"Holy shit!" he gasped.

Samantha got comfortable sitting bare bottomed. "No more excuses. You now have access to the real thing. Get on your knees and I'll let you practice on me. I fully expect you to be mature about this."

"Are... are you sure? You might freak out and slap me."

"I'll definitely slap you if you don't make me cum!"

Henry dropped to his knees. Samantha watched him study her pussy as she kept her legs spread. They looked each other in the eyes and she nodded reassuringly. It felt like time slowed down when Henry leaned forward and took a moment to inhale her aroma. Unusual thoughts began to invade Samantha's mind; she wondered how her smell, look, and taste compared to Lan.