Joe’s dad talks to him

Back at the farm Joe and his Dad were working on a tractor together in the shop. Joe’s dad Jim ask Joe how him and Wendy are doing. Joe tells him that they are doing ok and things are starting to get serious between them. Jim tells Joe that his mother Anne wanted him to have talk with him about sex because they both know how teenagers can be and they want them to be safe. Joe tells his dad come on dad I know better then that besides we are both waiting.

Jim nodded, feeling a mix of relief and pride. He knew Joe was growing up, but hearing that he was making responsible choices made him feel better about letting go of some of that parental control. He imagined Anne’s face lighting up when he told her the news—she’d been worried sick about Joe rushing into anything he wasn’t ready for. “You know, Joe,” Jim said, clapping his son on the back, “your mom and I just want what’s best for you. We’re proud of you for being smart about this.” Joe smiled, feeling a bit awkward but also grateful for his dad’s understanding.

Joe hesitated, looking down at the tractor part in his hand before meeting his dad's gaze. "Dad, there's something else," he said quietly. Jim raised an eyebrow, sensing the seriousness in his son's voice. "Wendy and I... we haven't had sex, but she did give me a blow job," Joe admitted, his cheeks flushing slightly. Jim blinked, taken aback by the honesty, but he quickly composed himself. He didn't want to make Joe feel uncomfortable for being open. "Joe, I... I appreciate you telling me," Jim said, choosing his words carefully.

Jim chuckled, shaking his head in amusement. "Nothing wrong with that, son," he said with a grin. "I like a good blow job from your mother every once in a while myself." Joe’s eyes widened in surprise, but Jim quickly added, "It’s all about respect and making sure both people are comfortable. You’re growing up, Joe, and it’s natural to explore these things. Just remember, it’s not just about the physical stuff—it’s about trust, respect, and being there for each other."

Joe couldn't help but feel a surge of discomfort mixed with curiosity as his dad's words lingered in the air. The image of his mom, Anne, flashed in his mind—her kind face, her warm smile, and now, the unexpected thought of her in a more intimate moment with his dad. He had always seen her as the nurturing figure, the one who kept their family together with her love and care. But now, the idea of her being attractive and engaged in such a personal act made him shift uncomfortably in his seat.

Joe’s face turned bright red as he looked away, muttering, “Dad, that’s gross!” Jim chuckled, shaking his head. “What, son? We’re adults, and just because we’re older doesn’t mean we don’t enjoy sex. Your mom and I have been together a long time, and we still make time for each other.” Joe shook his head, trying to push the image out of his mind. “Dad, come on, I don’t need to hear that!” Jim laughed, placing a hand on Joe’s shoulder. “I’m just saying, it’s natural. And as long as it’s consensual and respectful, there’s nothing wrong with it.

Just then, the creak of the screen door signaled Anne's arrival. She walked into the shop, her curvy figure silhouetted against the evening light streaming through the doorway. Her big tits swayed slightly under her loose apron as she moved, and her face was flushed from the heat of the kitchen. "Supper's ready, boys," she called out, her voice warm and inviting. Joe's eyes widened, and he quickly looked away, trying to shake off the image of his mom in such a casual, domestic setting. Jim, however, just chuckled and patted Joe on the back.

Jim looked up at Anne with a grin, "Sure thing, honey, I'm ready to eat," he said, slapping her on her fat ass. Anne let out a playful yelp, turning around with a mock scowl on her face. "Jim, you're going to pay for that," she teased, shaking her head but unable to hide the smile tugging at her lips. Joe rolled his eyes, muttering under his breath about how gross his parents were. Jim just chuckled, clapping Joe on the back. "Come on, son, let's go eat before your mom decides to withhold dessert," he joked, leading the way out of the shop.

Jim’s comment hung in the air like a challenge, and Anne’s eyes widened in embarrassment as she realized what he was implying. “Jim, that’s enough!” she scolded, her voice firm but laced with a hint of amusement. Joe looked like he wanted to melt into the floor, his face turning a deep shade of red as he muttered under his breath about his parents being impossible.

Anne rolled her eyes good-naturedly, stepping over to place a reassuring hand on Joe's shoulder. "Don't pay your father any attention, sweetie," she said with a warm smile, trying to ease the tension. "He's just trying to rile you up." She shot Jim a playful glance, her expression a mix of exasperation and amusement. "Come on, let's get to supper before it gets cold." Joe nodded, still looking a bit flustered, but he followed her out of the shop, grateful for the escape from the awkward conversation.