Chapter 22

"I had a long, LONG talk with Brian about sex last night," she said as we jetted towards home. Brian has lots of 'ideas' but not a whole lot of facts about things that a woman, or girl in his case, wants, needs, and / or expects. His knowledge is all from books, school, and movies, which left way too much to be desired, so I took a deep breath and gave it to him straight.

"Brian is so sensitive, and his personality wants to please so much, that he was like sponge, Carl. He inhaled the information I was sharing, and we went from dry, clinical terms, to talking about how to find the clitoris, and "G" spot. I told him things I wouldn't have been able to tell Bruce. I told him things I've only ever told you.

"Because of the subject, he spent hours with a painful looking erection, and I tortured him by intentionally using sexy words and phrases. I am convinced that girls love to tease guys, then when they get their boyfriend all worked up, they think it's fun to cut him down to size. So when I was satisfied I'd tormented him enough, I explained my reasoning and calmly sent him to his bedroom to let off the pressure.

"He almost wet his pants when I told him to go back there and make himself come whenever a girl does to him what I had just done. I told that was so he wouldn't overstep and be too aggressive and maybe get in trouble or get a girl in trouble, which is just as bad, if not worse.

"Brian had that teenage boy, deer caught in the headlights look, when he realized I'd just told him to go masturbate. I stayed calm and explained the facts. He needs to know some girls are all tease and no play. If he finds himself going halfway crazy with desire, he needs to recognize the problem, excuse himself, and go deal with it, quickly, and efficiently, and not let embarrassment be the reason he gets in trouble.

"He walked back the hallway, nearly bent double because his erection was so obvious, and probably painful. You told me about your experiences with high school girls, and I heard all the stories from my girlfriends. Girls just love to abuse guys that way, and Brian needs to feel free to take care of himself, without feeling like he is going to die of embarrassment. So I think I did him a huge favor.

"When he came back, his face was bright red from exertion, and probably because he knew I knew what he'd just been doing. What I wasn't prepared for was for him to say, "I tried, mom, but I couldn't make myself come. I'm too embarrassed from knowing you were here and waiting for me to do it and come back. I just couldn't make it happen."

"I caused this and had to deal with it, so I offered a compromise. 'Brian, ' I said. 'If I go into the bathroom and make myself come, can you go into your bedroom and do the same?' He looked at me like I was from outer space, then he got the silliest smile on his face and said, 'I'll do it if you do it, but you have to leave the door open, so I can hear you and know it's true.'

"Carl, I turned every possible shade of red, and then I got up and went into the hall bath, left the light off, and the door open. Brian went to his room, and I could hear him undressing, so I took my slacks and panties down, all the while shaking like a leaf. When I heard his bed springs I knew he was doing what I asked him to, and I swear, my fingers were touching my clit before I knew it was happening.

"I finally realized I was matching Brian stroke for stroke, when I felt the wetness running down my legs. It was so surreal. When Brian gasped and groaned, shaking the bed something fierce, I came all over my hand! It was so intense.

"Brian kept stroking himself after he came. I know, because I quickly pulled up my panties and slacks and started back to the living room and saw him rubbing his erection so fast, I was afraid he'd take the skin off. 'Hey, Big Fella, ' I said loud enough to get his attention. Brian froze, with his hand wrapped around himself. It looked so cute, I wanted to laugh, but knew that would kill him with embarrassment. So I said, 'Hey. Slow down, honey, or you'll chaff your skin so bad it will hurt for days.' While I talked, I looked around the bathroom but couldn't find any hand lotion. 'Honey, do you have any lotion in your room? You need it for what you're doing, or you'll regret it.'

He reached into his nightstand and took out a tube of lotion. I could tell he had no idea what he should do with it, so I walked in, took the lotion out of his hand, and squeezed some into my palm. When it was just right, I stroked him till he came.

"Brian shot all over himself. It went flying everywhere. That poor boy had so much semen backed up, I was afraid he'd soak the ceiling, so I capped his penis with my other hand and kept stroking him until he softened, got hard all over again, and came one more time.

"He came three times in about five minutes. Staying power isn't his forte, so we talked about that. Brian had no idea a boy could practice holding off, and I showed him a couple of things to help him out.