Taking the Edge Off

‘Here, feel how wet I am,’ she said and took his hand, guiding his trembling fingers straight to her slit. They literally slid inside her from the wetness. Any other boy might have been scarred for life. Michael got harder, wondering how that was even possible by now.

His cock slick in her hand, she was now giving him a no holds barred slippery wet handjob. The smell of him barely inches from her face, Karen was fighting the urge to take him into her mouth.

‘Good sign it’s time to put that thing to good use,’ she said, getting back on track. Michael nearly erupted there and then. What was she planning to do?

‘We’re not… you’re not…’

It wasn’t possible. This wasn’t happening.

His mother retrieved a little square foil packet from the bedside cabinet and returned to her place at the corner of the bed. He could have bolted already, now that she had released him from her sensual touch, but he stood there trembling, his gut fluttering with trepidation. And his mouth had gone bone dry.

‘And so now we roll on a condom,’ she said almost absently, because in truth she could do this with her eyes closed; probably even in her sleep.