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Chapter 5 by brevdravis brevdravis

Will mom ignore the obvious evidence and talk about your illness, or talk about the birds and bees?

Mom talks about sex.

"Dan," you pull the covers higher at the sound of your mother's voice. Your cock stands up straight, despite your embarrassment, causing a small tent to appear in the sheets. "I think we need to talk."

Your mother lowers herself onto the bed beside you. She sits and looks at you, but you notice her eyes constantly flitting to the bulge in the sheets.

"Do you masturbate a lot?" Her voice takes on a calm edge, and she seems to be a bit confused by her own question.

"Yeah, well, geez mom, I'm a guy." You blurt. You can't help but stare at your mother's hot tits, encased as they are in her beige blouse. The outline of her bra is clearly visible, and for an instant, you think you can see the outline of her nipple. The vision sends another burst of blood to your cock. You ache to finish what you started, and you hope she leaves soon.

"Have you ever, well, been with a girl?" She asks, her face taking on a slight smirk as she watches your face.

"Do you mean fuck a girl, mom?" The words leave your mouth before you even realize that you've said them. The thought ran through your head, but you had no intention of speaking the words.

"Yes, Dan, that's exactly what I mean." Your mother's face is now beet red, but her gaze is constantly wandering back to the bulge in your sheets. Her breathing is coming faster now, and she inhales more with each breath.

"Yeah, a couple of times." you comment, unable to believe what you have just said to your mother. You can't believe how turned on being this close to her is making you. You think about how much you'd love to touch her, to make her pussy wet.

"I'm fairly sure you made them happy." Christine states, one of her hands coming up to rub at her face. Her voice has dropped to a sexy growl. You doubt she even realizes that she's doing it.

"Why's that, Mom?" You ask, your voice matching her tenor.

"Because, well, you're so... uhm.... well equipped." She finishes, looking at the sheets once again. The compliment arouses you even further, and you exhale sharply.

Who makes the first move?

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