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Mary unpacked her purchases in her art studio, changed into her work clothes and started molding a vase on her pottery wheel. She had a number of orders for them, and she was a bit behind. As she worked the clay with her hands, she started thinking about her son, his friends, and their problems. They were somewhat like raw clay, a lot of potential, but it needed molding. Unfortunately, the way to get experience with girls was with girls and there were none available their age because people like her ex husband were hoarding them all.

On the other hand, she was in need of dick, there was plenty of it on hand around the house, unused, and well she decided she could provide that training. Young men that age had a lot of trouble controlling erections, she had a good idea of what most of them were working with by random observation and for those that she didn’t well she knew how to dress to find out.

A plan of operations came to mind, and it started with milk and cookies refreshments for the video game players…

She heard the front door open and slam.

“Hi mom, I’m home with some friends,” Timothy said rather unnecessarily.

“OK honey, let me finish what I’m working on and I’ll get some refreshments for you,” Mary replied.

She finished with the pottery, took a shower to wash all the clay off her, then stood in her closet contemplating the outfit she should wear. She decided on a deep cut blue dress that accentuated her cleavage and legs and covered her torso since some things did not accentuate well at her age.

She went to the kitchen, baked some cookies, and called the guys when they were ready. The looks she got when she was serving them were satisfying. So were the way the guys sat at the table… hiding things they were embarrassed about.

She busied herself serving them each cookies and milk and bending over while she stood by them so they could get a good view of what she wanted them to see. She smiled as they did their best to hide they were ogling her, including her son.

When they were done she watched them scurry back to Thomas’s room, and shut the door behind them.