“Ready to go mom?” Eric called as he stood at the foot of the stairs waiting for his mother to come down. They had reservations at 6:30 at a local pizza restaurant.
Melissa put the finishing touches on her makeup before she hurried out of the bedroom. When she arrived downstairs she was surprised to see that Eric had on a suit. He rarely wore a suit and in fact it general took a great deal of pleading from her to get him to put one on. She was justifiably impressed. “Very nice,” she said as she sized up the suit he was wearing. The last time she had seen the suit was when a friend got married several months earlier.
She had on a pair of striped slacks and a blouse with a cashmere sweater underneath.
“Wow, you look great too, Mom,” he said.
“Thanks,” Melissa responded and suddenly her son’s stare made her nipples harden under the sweater. She rationalized that it was just the result of a draft in the old house. But then she felt her panties rubbing on her swollen clit and a shudder when through her. She swayed a bit.
“You okay, Mom?” Eric asked.
“Uh … uh … yes. I just got a little light headed. Guess I’m hungrier than I thought,” Melissa responded quickly. She held out her arm for the coat and turned away from her son to hide her still flushed face.
Eric drove the couple of miles to the restaurant and soon they were sitting in a booth waiting for their pizza order. Eric ordered a Coke and Melissa got a pitcher of Sangria. She needed something a little stronger than Coke after a day of worrying about the conversation she was about to have with her son.
For a few minutes the two of them made small talk, with Melissa drinking three glasses of wine to bolster her courage.
“So, Eric, tell me something,” Melissa said.
“Sure, Mom, anything for you,” he returned with a smile.
“I … I … was wondering why you … why don’t you date more. I mean … like tonight you’re going out with me and its Saturday night.” There she had said it.
Eric looked a bit shocked at the question. “Uh … that’s a strange question, Mom.”
“I know, Hon, but I’m worried about you. That’s what mothers do. I see you staying home every night with all those pretty college girls around and … well, you should be dating.”
“I do date occasionally. I went out two weeks ago as a matter of fact.”
“Yes, and you were home by eleven.”
“Mom, most mothers would be happy that their kids are home early.”
“That’s true, but you’re a young man and should be sowing your wild oats a little. You know … have a little fun with the girls.”
“I can’t believe I just heard you say that,” Eric said with a look of amazement. Then his face turned serious. After a pause he said, “It’s just that girls my age are so immature.”
Melissa laughed loudly. Then she put her hand over her mouth and looked embarrassed at her loud outburst.
“Why are you laughing?” Eric responded defensively.
“Sorry. It’s just that that’s what girls generally say about boys, not the other way around.”
The smile left Melissa’s face as she said, “I know you are mature for your age, Eric. Still, there have to be girls who you can date that are mature.”
“Well, maybe, but they are few and far between.”
Melissa paused for a moment before she asked the next question. “But, what about … what about … you know … six?” Melissa blushed.
“Mom!” Eric gasped. “You’re not supposed to ask your son that type of question.”
It was Melissa’s turn to look serious. She reached over and grasped his hand. “I know, but without a father around all the time … and we have been so close since the divorce … I just thought you might need someone to talk to.” This was even harder than she had anticipated. She paused again before saying, “I’m messing this all up.” Tears suddenly came to her eyes.
“You are seriously worried aren’t you?” Eric squeezed his mother’s hand warmly and smiled.
“Yes. I’m your mother, and father, and I don’t know about boy stuff. Your dad is across the country now and remarried, so he can’t do it.”
There was a long silence as she watched her son stare at her with a questioning look. She figured he was trying to decide if he was going to open up to her. She hoped he would and at the same time prayed he wouldn’t. It was all so confusing raising a teenaged boy as a single mom.
Finally he took a deep breath and said, “All right, if you want me to talk to you like I would if dad were around, fine, but don’t get embarrassed.”
Melissa smiled as she wiped her eyes. “I can’t promise that.”
“All right, you asked for it. As I said, girls my age are so immature … even the upper class girls. I just want more from a relationship than ‘dating with benefits’.
“Dating with benefits … what’s that?”
Eric paused and then said in warning, “Remember you asked.”
Melissa nodded her head and waited expectantly. She really had no idea what he was talking about.
“Dating with benefits is where you go out with a girl and afterward, because you paid for dinner or the movie, she … well, she does things.”
Melissa was still clueless. “Does things?”
“Yes. You know … uses her hand on you, or her mouth.” Eric sighed and added bluntly, “You know, like a handjob or blowjob.”
Melissa’s eyes flew open. “Oh!” she exclaimed.
“I warned you.”
Melissa took a gulp of wine and then a deep breath. After a long pause she gathered her composure and said, “Go on.”
“After the date and the ‘benefit’, you may or may not go out with her again. Or, you might never see her again. It’s what all the kids do. It starts in junior high.”
“Good God! Junior high school?”
“Yes. But, it’s not like six.”
“It’s not six? Then what is it?” Melissa asked with astonishment.
“That’s when you actually do it.”
“You mean intercourse?”
“This is hard to believe,” said Melissa.
“It’s true,” returned Eric.
Melissa thought for a moment and said, “And you say all the kids do it … meaning you?”
Eric’s face flushed, looked down at his glass, lowered his voice and said, “Yes.”
“So you have had girls use their … their mouth, or, or their hand on you,” she asked, the wine giving her the courage to continue the line of questioning.
“What about ‘real’ six … intercourse, have you done that?”
“Oh wow, Mom.”
“Come on. It’s honesty time. Just act like you’re talking to a friend or your father.”
“I don’t think I would talk to dad like this,” Eric returned.
“Well, have you had real six?”
“Yes. A few times.”
Somehow, Melissa felt almost relieved. “Did you use protection?”
“Yes, but not with handjobs or blowjobs, which is what we do most of the time. That would take all the fun out of it.” Eric laughed nervously.
Melissa giggled nervously. “I suppose you’re right. Your dad used to say that it was like taking a shower in a raincoat.” She suddenly realized that she was still holding her son’s hand. It felt very hot in hers. Her heart was beating faster for some strange reason. “Dating with benefits, huh,” she said, almost to herself.
“Remember, Brenda Kramer?” Eric asked.
“Yes, you had her over here a couple of weeks ago.”
“Remember when you came downstairs to ask if we needed anything before you went to bed?”
“Well, if you had come down about one minute earlier, you would have seen what dating with benefits really is.” Eric smiled.
“You mean she was giving you a hand …” Melissa started to say and paused.
“No. You said she had something on her chin. It wasn’t food … well real food.” Eric laughed.
Melissa looked confused for a moment.
“You’re not that naive are you?”
Suddenly she knew what he meant; Brenda had just finished giving her son a blowjob and had his cum on her chin. Melissa felt her face turn red. She remembered it distinctly now. Both of the kid’s faces were flushed. She thought they had just been kissing. Now the sticky substance on her chin made sense. Although she was embarrassed at Eric’s revelation, an unwanted chill of excitement rushed through her and made her tremble.
“You okay, Mom?” Eric asked when he saw his mother tremble.
Melissa saw her son’s eyes on her now hard nipples. “Uh … yes … it’s a little cold in here,” Melissa said.
“Anyway,” he continued, “as soon as you left, I was on the floor with my face buried between her legs.”
Melissa gasped and her eyes opened wide.
At that moment the pretty waitress arrived with their pizza. She sat it on the table and turned to Eric with a sixy smile. “Anything else for you?”
Melissa saw her look and felt a twinge of anger. She answered for Eric. “No, that will be all,” she said curtly.
The waitress gave her an irritated look and strode away.
“I have to go to the bathroom,” said Melissa. With that she got up and swayed a bit from all the wine she had consumed. Incredibly, like earlier at the house, she could still feel her panties rubbing on her swollen pussy lips. A moment later she was in the restroom in a stall. When she pulled her panties down she was aghast to see that the crotch was literally soaked with juice. She could see her swollen clit sticking out like a miniature penis, almost throbbing with excitement. She was not only shocked, but also mortified that the conversation with her son had excited her. Still, the alcohol rushing through her brain would not let her process the enormity of what had just happened. She sat down to ponder the strange feelings that seemed to be engulfing her more often everyday. She didn’t have any answers.
A few minutes later she returned to the table, walking slowly to avoid swaying, but also to keep her panties from stimulating her still swollen clit. She sat down and looked at her smiling son. She took a deep breath and let it out, wondering if the conversation had been a good idea in the first place. Then she remembered the other thing she wanted to tell Eric. “Oh, Eric, I’ve been waiting to tell you some exciting news. Do you want to hear?”
“Of course. What is it?” he asked curiously.
“Well, on Friday, I won first place in a system design contest at work. I designed a solution for a flaw in our fabrication process that helped keep the reverberator’s from freezing up …”
Eric’s grimace showed that he had no idea what she was talking about. He held up his hand. “Mom, what did you win?”
“Oh yes, I won a trip for two to either Florida for two weeks or…” Melissa paused.
“Wow, a trip to Florida,” Eric exclaimed.
“Or” she said again louder. “A trip to Zermatt, Switzerland.”
“What? You won a trip to Zermatt?” Eric almost screamed.
Melissa smiled at his enthusiasm. Now it was her turn to hold up her hand. “Wait a minute. The trip to Florida includes a great condo on the beach in St. Petersburg. The Switzerland trip is to a cabin on the side of a mountain. I saw a picture and it is pretty rustic. I think it does have running water though. The place belongs to the Chairman of our company and he put it up as a prize. I think he inherited it from his grandmother who lived there most of her life. I don’t know how good the accommodations will be.”
“It doesn’t matter. I don’t even care if it doesn’t have electricity. Two weeks in Zermatt, God, that would be a dream come true.”
They both loved to ski but had not been for almost a year.
Melissa smiled. “I thought that’s what you would say, so I told them Switzerland.”
“Oh, Mom, that’s incredible,” Eric said and jumped up and came around the table to hug his mother. He sat down in the chair next to her and pulled her close, feeling her soft breasts pressing to his chest. The hug lasted for a long time. “You’re the greatest, Mom. When can we go?” he asked.
“Well, since you’re on winter break from school, now is as good a time as any. I have the tickets for the flight. We leave Monday.” Melissa could see that she had bowled her son over. His enthusiasm made her forget her state of sixual excitement.
For the next half-hour they chatted excitedly about Switzerland as they ate their pizza. Then Eric drove them home, with his mother falling asleep on his shoulder before they reached the main road. Wine always made her sleepy … and horny.