I was pissed. Just a few minutes ago, I caught my son, John, and his girlfriend having sex. On my own bed, no less. I had told him I'd be gone all evening, on a girl's night out with my best friend Sharon, but she cancelled on me thirty minutes after I left the house. She had cited "marital obligations," which I knew meant hot steamy sex with her husband, who still surprised her regularly after ten years of marriage. Sometimes he would take off early on a Friday, and they'd spend all weekend together at a spa or resort, and fuck each others' brains out. The next week I'd have to listen to her go on and on about how fantastic the experience had been, while I sat there thinking of my Dylan, John's father, who died during a tour in Iraq, when John was still eight years old. I didn't begrudge her the fun, I'd most likely do the same if I were in her position, but that didn't mean I had to enjoy listening to it.
All dolled up for nothing, and feeling frustrated, I turned around, thinking I could at least enjoy a nice relaxing evening curling up in bed with a glass of wine, watch a sappy flick, and maybe some battery powered joy. It wasn't an unusual activity these days, being a single mom had left me precious few dating opportunities over the years. I didn't want to bring a bunch of guys into John's life, so I contented myself with a few one night stands and casual flings. Lately I've been missing my husband more and more, but with John graduating high school this year, and going off to college, I was greatly looking forward to re-entering the dating world with a few good years left.
Pulling into the driveway I noticed the lights in my bedroom were on, but I was pretty sure I turned them off when I left, and John was supposed to spend the evening at his girlfriend Crystal's house. I disliked that girl from the moment I met her. Maybe it was the fact that it was John's first serious girlfriend, and it felt a little like she was stealing my own son away from me, maybe it was the fact that she was actually named "Crystal" and really lived up to the stereotype that comes along with it. She always walked around in skimpy clothing, and shamelessly slobbered all over John at every opportunity. But she seemed to make John happy for reasons I couldn't fathom, and so I had always tolerated her. The things we do for our children.
So, imagine my shock when I came home and heard her very voice from the direction of my bedroom. Without hesitation I swung open the door, ready to lay into her for being in my private space. However, at the sight of Crystal, eyes closed, one hand on her tits pinching her nipple, gyrating naked in pleasure on top of John, I completely lost my temper.
"What the FUCK are you doing my room?"
Crystal's eyes shot open, and she jumped. Hard.
"You trashy whore what the fuck are you doing to my son, get the fuck out of here before I call the cops."
She scrambled herself up, and with a sort of wet squelch dislodged from John. I couldn't help but stare at the rock hard cock that slid out of her. Still slick from the activities it popped out of her, and it was hard to believe just how massive it was. It had been years since I saw John naked, but he had clearly won the puberty lottery. Crystal frantically scampered around the room, collecting her clothes, and trying to cover herself at the same time. John grabbed a pillow, and pressed it on top of his cock, barely managing to cover that beast.
"Mom! What the hell?"
"Don't you 'what-the-hell' me, this is MY house, MY bedroom," I bellowed. I wanted to add "my pillow," but he seemed embarrassed enough already. "And you!" I rounded my fury back on Crystal, advancing towards her. "What the fuck are you still doing here?"
She bolted out of the room, still naked, clutching the few scraps of fabric she called clothing. Moments later the front door slammed, apparently frightened so much she actually ran out of the house as bare as the day she was born. I would have laughed if it wasn't for my son still lying in my bed. She lived only a few houses down from us, so I wasn't too worried about her.
"Mom, please!"
"Get dressed. Now. You have a lot to explain." I turned on my heel, and walked out, slamming the door behind me. I took a few deep breaths to try and calm myself down. I had no idea why I overreacted this much, after all it's only natural for teenagers to do these kinds of thing, isn't it? I thought back to my own childhood, and I had lost my own virginity when I was sixteen, two years younger than John is now. It had been a dumb mistake at a party. So why was I so upset?
John emerged, fully clothed, thank god, with a downcast head, looking very uncomfortable.
"Mom," he started, not looking at me, "I'm sorry. We were just fooling around... she said... it was her idea. She begged me to do it on your bed."
Bitch. I felt my anger flare up again at that, but for the sake of my son I tried my best to remain level headed and begrudgingly said, "I think I may have overreacted a bit."
"Gee Mom, you think?"
"Don't give me that sass. You had no right to do that in my room! You know that's my personal space."
"I know, Mom, I'm sorry."
I took a few more deep breaths, while John stood there looking dejected. I hated seeing him like this, and I was more angry at Crystal than him, really.
"Well, what's done is done." As if that made things better. "I'm sorry I blew up like that, it's just... you know she gets under my skin."
"I know, Mom."
"Was that..." I hesitated, and wished more than ever his father were still with us. "Was that your... uh, first?"
"No, Mom. I mean yes, she was my first," he stammered. "But not uh, not today?"
I sighed inwardly, wondering how long she had been defiling him. The next part would be even more awkward, but I steeled myself.
"John, just now when you were in her, uh... I mean in there. In the room. With her. I didn't mean to do it, but I noticed your, ah... thing. You weren't wearing a condom."
He flushed a bright scarlet. "Mom!"
"Oh grow up, I've seen you naked plenty of times when you were younger. Anyway, what I meant to say was, are you practicing safe sex?" The last thing I wanted was a pregnant whore of a daughter-in-law. John could do so much better than her, and I wanted him to go to college, and get a good education, not be tied down in this small town with a kid, while still in high school.
He looked at me, confused. "Safe? What do you mean? Is it dangerous?"
Oh boy. "Well, it's not exactly dangerous. Well, it can be. But in other ways. Oh I wish Dylan could be here to explain all this to you."
"I miss him too."
"What I mean is that sex can lead to... things. Is Crystal on the pill?" I inquired.
"The pill? What's that?"
I took that as a no. "It means she can't get pregnant. Didn't they ever teach this in school? You should have had sex ed by now."
"No, they cancelled that."
"What? That can't be right." An idea formed in my head. "I'll tell you what, I'm gonna call your school tomorrow, and ask if they offer any sex ed classes. Then they can teach you about all this. Less embarrassing for both of us."
"Okay!" He was clearly eager to stop talking about this to agree so quickly.
"I'm not mad at you, you know. I was just... surprised. That's all."
"Yeah... me too."
"I'm gonna watch a movie or something, do you want to join?"
"No, I think I'd like to be alone for a bit. Maybe call Crys."
"Fine, whatever."
He went into his room, and I didn't see him again for the rest of the night.
I finally poured myself that glass of wine I now desperately longed for, and attempted to distract myself from the situation by watching a movie, the title of which slipped my mind immediately. In my head I kept replaying the earlier events. I hoped I could forget how Crystal looked, impaled on my son, writhing in pleasure. She had an amazing body, the way you do when you're still young. A pang of jealousy hit me. Sharon and I exercised together twice a week, but aging has an irreversible effect on your body, and self esteem, that no amount of working out will cure. My breasts were bigger than Crystal's, so at least there's that. My mind kept being drawn back to the moment when Crystal hoisted herself off of John, his cock slowly emerging. It seemed to take much longer in my head than it actually did, and I started to feel a familiar longing between my own legs. Guiltily, I pushed away the thoughts of my son, that wasn't the right thing for a mother to do. Instead, I redirected my thoughts to Dylan, and wondered what he'd do in this situation.
One glass turned into two, two turned into three. Before long the entire bottle was empty, and I spent the remainder of the evening frustrated and horny. Vibrators are great and all, but they're no true substitute for a man. I drunkenly stumbled to bed, and flopped down. My head landed on a pillow, and I was immediately aware of the fact that it was slightly wet, and that it smelled of sex. Fuck, that had been the pillow John used to cover his dick. Nobody had actually cleaned up here. I flung the pillow against the wall, but I was too drunk and tired to care anymore, and fell asleep.
***
The next morning I woke up with a splitting headache. I stumbled out of bed, into the kitchen, and made myself some coffee. Ten minutes later, and the memories of last night came rushing back to me. John had already left for school, I was proud of how diligent he was about attending, and trusted him to get to school on time on his own. That left me with basically only one thing on the agenda. I dug up the contact sheet for Beaumont, and dialed.
"Beaumont High, this is Sofia speaking."
"Hello Sofia, it's Monica." The school was small, and I had attended enough PTA meetings that I knew Sofia Hernandez, the receptionist. Well, that was her title anyway, but she knew the school inside and out, and was the go-to person for every parent.
"Oh, hey, Monica! What do you need?"
"I just had a few questions about the curriculum. I was talking to John last night, and he said you guys don't have sex ed classes, is that right?"
"Yeah, we removed them from required course list a few years back. Had too many parents call in and complain, something about teaching filth, and such."
"But you still offer them?"
"Oh, yeah we do," her voice chirped up. "It's an elective now."
"And they'll teach him about, you know. Condoms, and such. Safe sex."
Sofia paused for a bit, then replied, "Well, not exactly. It's an abstinence only course. State mandate." Oh, that was no good. He was clearly past that stage. "But we do have an extracurricular advanced sex ed program for kids that are over eighteen." That wouldn't be a problem at all.
"Why is it over eighteen?"
