"Is that what she wants?"

"Is that what she wants?" you find yourself asking. Of course you would love to take Vanessa's virginity, but it just seems like an odd thing for a mother, even one as progressive as Shauna, to ask.

"Well, let's ask her," Shauna replies.

"What, right now?" you ask, a little surprised.

"No, when she's my age. Of course right now! Come on," she says as she motions you to follow her.

As you follow Shauna into the laundry room, you see Vanessa's firm backside up in the air as she bends over the pile of clothes next to the washing machine. Her skimpy borrowed gym shorts ride up as she picks through the pile and sings to herself.

"I hate laun-dry, I hate laun-dry, I hate laun-dry, yuck yuck yuck!"

"Nessa, honey? Can we talk for a minute?" Shauna calls out to get her attention.

"Sure, Mom. About what?" Vanessa responds without looking up.

"Well, remember when I asked you if you were planning on going all the way with Tristan?" Shauna's question makes Vanessa stop cold and turn around to face her.

"Mom!" she half-shouts and half-whispers while her eyes dart to you and then back to her mother.

"It's okay, honey. Don't be embarrassed. Remember how I said you should be with a man who knows what he's doing first?"

"Well, yeah. I mean, I remember you saying that, and I guess it makes sense, but what does that have to do with... oh!" Vanessa looks back to you as her eyes widen with dawning comprehension.

"So... what do you think?" Shauna asks her daughter casually.

"I don't know, Mom. Isn't he..." she stops mid-sentence and redirects the question to you. "Mr. Jones, aren't you married? What about Mrs. Jones?"

"You let us worry about Mrs. Jones. Trust me, Dave knows what he's doing," Shauna reassures her daughter while giving you a knowing look.

"You mean you two have...? How many times? Behind Dad's back?" Vanessa asks. She seems a little overwhelmed.

"Don't you worry about your father either, and enough times to feel confident that he'll be a good fit for your first time."

Vanessa's cheeks are burning red from blushing. "I'm just not sure, Mom. I mean, it's not like I haven't thought about it or anything, and his cock did look pretty yummy when it was poking out of his bathrobe this morning, but..."

"What is it, honey?" Shauna asks gently.

"I'm just nervous, that's all. I don't want to mess it up. Do you think that maybe you could, you know..." Vanessa looks away for a second before taking a deep breath and looking back up into her mother's eyes. "Could you show me how it's done first, please?"

"Well of course, sweetie! Don't worry, I'll teach you everything you need to know. Now, let's get started..." Shauna looks around the room and frowns. "... but not here. Dave, it's your house. You pick a room, and we'll follow you."