Chapter 1

As I passed the living room, I shouted over the sound of the football game, “We are going for a walk, Bill.”

“Okay, Carol, but don’t go too far. The game will be over soon, and it’s almost time for my dinner.”

“We won’t be long, dear.” I smiled at Tony, my sixteen-year-old son, as we went out the back door and took the trail into the woods. Our walks never lasted more than forty-five minutes to an hour. As soon as we were into the woods and out of sight of the house, Tony unzipped his fly and took out his cock. I loved playing with my son’s cock while we walked. We weren’t even halfway to our favorite spot before he was ready to fuck me.

When we arrived at our favorite spot, I always let Tony undo my jeans and pull them down. He always gets such a big kick out of doing that. He inspected my pussy and fingered me for a minute. I turned around when he was done playing with my cunt. I leaned over with my hands on the trunk of the oak tree to steady myself. I stuck my ass out and spread my legs. Ten minutes later, I was groaning in ecstasy as Tony used what his father chose to ignore. We usually spend a lot more time with preliminaries, but we were in a hurry today.

The only time I felt it was safe to fuck Tony was when we took our walks. My husband, Bill, is a contract programmer who works from home and seldom leaves the house. I’m a little loud when I have an orgasm, so you can see why I didn’t trust myself to fuck Tony in the house where my husband might hear me. If it was raining or too cold to go in the woods, I satisfied Tony with a hand job or blow job when he’s feeling especially randy and couldn’t wait. We would be taking a chance, but not much. We waited until my husband, Bill, was distracted by a sporting event on the TV. Once Bill was parked in his recliner with his six-pack, it was easy to sneak up to Tony’s bedroom. We knew if we heard Bill try to open or knock on the locked door, Tony would have plenty of time to put his cock back in his pants before I unlocked the door. We even had an excuse ready for why I was in his room. I’m helping Tony pick out clothes for his hot date with Dorothy.

A little history of how this situation came about is in order. When Tony was fourteen and a half, he came to me and said his father told him he was too busy to help him, and he wanted to know if I would help. Of course, I agreed. I took Tony into the kitchen, which was out of earshot of his father and the TV, “What can I help you with, Tony?”

I was taken aback by the question he asked. I never expected I would be the one to help Tony with this particular problem. However, I was the most qualified person to help him, as it turned out.

With the true innocence of youth, he just let it out, “Mom, Dorothy said my cock is too big.”

It took me a moment to process that Dorothy Whitaker, my son’s playmate since he was six, had seen his cock? I thought there must be a hundred innocent ways that Dorothy might have gotten a glimpse of his cock, “How did that happen, Tony?” But alas, innocence was not the case.

“We fool around out behind her house. She likes to play with it when I play with her boobs, but when I wanted to take her pants off, she said I was too big. All I wanted to do was see her pussy and touch her like she was touching me.”

I had to sit down as I listened to my son’s frank and unashamed admission that he was playing doctor with the fourteen-year-old girl who lived down the road from us. I realized three things at that moment.

1. We had missed the deadline for the birds and bees talk with my son.

2. If they continued to play doctor, Dorothy would eventually take her pants off and spread her legs for my son to see her pussy.

3. She was thinking of getting fucked if her primary concern was the size.

4. I couldn’t help but wonder what Dorothy considered too big. Yes, I know that’s more than three. It had nothing to do with Dorothy. It was personal, so it didn’t count.

I went and checked on my husband. He was shopping on Amazon while he watched the basketball pre-game hype. You couldn’t blast him out of his computer chair unless it was time to eat or the cable went out. If he did move his fat ass, it was only the six feet to his recliner.

“Come with me, Tony. We need to talk privately. Let’s go to your room.” As we started up the stairs, I reassured Tony that he had done the right thing. “I’m glad you came to me. This isn’t something your father would know how to deal with properly.”