Taking the Edge Off

‘Stand in front of me,’ she ordered and when he did, to his surprise she immediately began to unbuckle his belt.

‘Whoa,’ he reacted and tried to bacl off, ‘what are you doing?’

‘Shush!’ she said, unbuttoning his jeans as he looked down, dumbfounded. ‘You can’t be afraid of girls,’ she explained matter-of-factly. ‘They’re not so different to boys once you get past the hormones. When it comes to sex, everybody wants the same thing. So if a girl likes you, she likes you for who you already are. You don’t need to act any other way to try to impress her. Acting like a class clown certainly won’t impress her either.’

‘Mom, what are you doing?’ he repeated.

‘Oh, don’t be such a baby. Pull down your shorts.’

What?

Did she just say that?

Of course she did.

She’d already pulled his jeans down over his hips and now she was staring at the growing bulge in his tight boxers with an expression that looked something like…

Thirst? Longing? Yearning?

Michael might have been bashful or despondent but one thing he wasn’t was shy. And neither was he unconfident in his own size. What the hell, he thought, and slipped them down, and his semi-erect cock sprang free.