It was late evening as Stacey and Mark sat up in bed. Each held the magazine of choice, doing a little bedtime reading. Mark was intently interested in an article in his Sports Illustrated. Baseball season was in full swing. The Cubbies looked like they might actually have a decent season this year.
Yet, Stacey barely looked at the pictures of her Women's Day. Stacey stopped and looked at an ad for Dr. Scholl's. A teenager held a pair of sneakers, supposedly smelly. Mom was handing him the Dr. Scholl's. It wasn't the Dr. Scholl's that interested her. It was the interaction between mother and son. She knew they were just actors/models. But she could sense, or at least imagine, the interaction. Maybe, she told herself, it was more than just fantasy. She thought back to that wonderful night with her son. Cuddled up nude against him, basking in the after-sex glow as she drifted off to sleep in the hotel bed they shared.
She turned the corner of her mouth up, the side away from Mark, as she thought about John coming home from college in a month. He'd been in college for two years, coming home only on breaks and over the summer. And although he was no longer lustfully pursuing his mother, he did oblige her. Stacey still felt eager for him and John dutifully serviced his mother in the ways she had taught him. Which brought Stacey back to the task at hand. She sighed as the corner of her mouth dropped to a half frown. She set her magazine on the nightstand and turned toward Mark. Stacey placed her hand on his thigh.
"Susan will be graduating next month. Have you thought about what we should get her?" Stacey asked her husband.
Mark knew Stacey well enough to know that a "talk" was about to occur. So he set his magazine face down on his chest to keep his place. "I've been looking around at used cars. It's what I got John when he graduated high school. I figure it's only fair. Are you going to take her out to dinner like you did with John? Or, are you getting her something else?"
"John liked having dinner with me," Stacey defended without telling him that it wasn't just the dinner that John liked. "Actually, I was thinking that maybe with Susan, I would get her the car and you could take her to dinner. It would help your relationship with your daughter if you spent some special time with her. Just the two of you." By now, Stacey had moved her hand to her husband's underwear, just holding him from the outside.
When it came to the kids, Mark often deferred to Stacey's wishes. He figured her maternal instincts were better than his hunter/gatherer instincts when it came to raising children. Mark let out a sigh. "Well, okay. But I want to help pick out the car." Mark wanted to be sure it would be a practical car, and big enough to protect his daughter in the inevitable, teenage accident. "Although it's hard to believe that John really liked the dinner. I mean, like any teenager, I know he likes food, any food. You could have taken him to McDonald's and he would have been just as happy." As he felt Stacey softly stroking him, he remembered something else that had surprised him about that night two years ago, "And, I have no idea how the two of you sharing a room worked out."
"It was okay. John was very good and respectful of his mother." Stacey reached into the fly of Mark's underwear and pulled out his cock. A little difficult because it was getting hard, Stacey wrapped her fingers around him and slowly jacked him off.
Knowing that sex was going to happen after this "talk", Mark folded his magazine back and tossed it aside. Then he rolled over to face Stacey. He slipped his hand down her panties as he asked, "So just what did the two of talk about?" Stacey bent her knee to lift her leg so he had easier access to her. Mark was beginning to think he didn't get the full story two years ago.
"Well… We talked about sex," was Stacey's matter of fact reply. Stacey rubbed Mark's cock faster as her own arousal increased. Mark could bring her to orgasm quickly with his fingers.
"You mean he wasn't embarrassed to talk about sex with his mother?" Mark asked, somewhat incredulously.
Stacey didn't answer. Instead, she let the orgasm flow through her. When she caught her breath, she explained. "He was at first. But we were both drinking quite a bit. And actually, it was more like sex-education. Sure, he learned the biology in school. But what I taught him was how to make love to a woman. Which is what you need to teach Susan."
"What? How to make love to another woman? We already know she knows how to screw her little boyfriends," Mark retorted.
Mark was referring to the time he and Stacey came home early one evening. Mark's wrath was directed at her then current boyfriend. Susan quickly ran to her room. But, the glimpse of Susan's brunette patch, her firm little titties barely jiggling, didn't escape his notice either.
"No, silly. But she does need to learn how to please a man. She needs to know how to satisfy and please a man. Sure, she's played around with little boys. But what about the things that count?" Stacey paused long enough to throw her leg over Mark. "You need to teach her how to make a man feel alive, while thinking it was all his doing." She sat up, straddling him. "Kind of like when I showed John what it was like to have the woman on top."
Mark looked up at his wife as she reached under her nightgown and guided his cock in. He reached up and cupped his wife's breasts as Stacey started rocking up and down on him. So, Stacey didn't just talk about sex, she taught John about sex. She showed him what it was like to have the woman on top. Showed him?!? They didn't just share a room. They shared the same bed. They fucked each other. Mark blew his load at the realization.
Stacey noticed the light bulb go on in Mark's head. She lay down on top of him, leaving his cock in her to keep the cum from oozing out just yet. She decided to play it up a little more. "One thing that he must have gotten from you, he held my titties pretty much the same way as I fucked him. Of course, I did have to teach him just how to pinch and twist them so that they didn't hurt. So that it pleasured a woman rather than cause pain. That's what you need to teach Susan. How to truly make love to a man."
"You fucked John? And now, you want me to fuck Susan? No, I don't think so."
"Why not? Yes, I fucked John. And to tell you the truth," Stacey leaned down close to Mark's face. "I can't wait for him to come home for summer break so I can fuck him again. Just like we do every time he's home." Then she kissed him, holding the kiss for a few seconds to delay any protest. Stacey also rocked her hips, letting his semi-soft cock fuck her pussy a little more. It was just for emphasis, letting Mark know that she had, and would again, fuck their son.
When Stacey released the kiss, Mark asked her, "So, you've been fucking our son and you're proud of it?"
"I'm proud of the fact that he finds me attractive enough to fuck me. I'm proud of the fact that I taught him to be a good lover. I'm proud of the fact that when he's away at college with some girl, he's making her a very, very happy woman." Stacey unconsciously smiled slyly. "Can you say the same thing about Susan?"
"No. And I don't expect to." Mark rolled Stacey over, and then himself on top of her. Some how, his dick regained its stiffness. He slid it in her. "You on the other hand, I can fuck."
Stacey hooked the heels of her feet on Mark's ass and pulled his ass tighter between her legs. She wrapped her arms around him. "Admit it. She's beautiful, young, slender. And some of the outfits she wears are sexy as all hell. You mean that when you're sitting in your chair with the newspaper covering you lap that you're not hiding a hard on for her and her friends?" Stacey knew the thought of their daughter was going through his head, at least the smaller head. For the first time in years, Mark was hard again after sex.
Even Mark was surprised by the hard on he had. He pumped Stacey's pussy slowly, letting his dick get harder. Looking down at his wife, he thought of her having sex with John, their son. He thought of her suggestion that he have sex with Susan, their daughter. She could be pretty sexy sometimes…
