Talking At The Mall

“So are you ready to go back to school, sweetheart? You start in a week, so you better get your brain moving…” - mom asks me playfully, which reminds me of the sexy way she smiled at me a few seconds ago. I quickly try to forget about that moment, and my boner is already going away, but I finish killing it with only a spoonful of ice cream. So with a friendly, and totally not horny mind, I’m ready to have a normal conversation with mom -- or at least that’s what seems like it’s going to happen, unless she starts acting sexy again.

“Yep, I still have all the knowledge from last year… Well, last month actually…” - I reply.

“Of course you are ready for that, you have always been so smart… You got that from your father, but I meant more like… Are you ready for all the girls?” - mom follows up, with even more unexpected playfulness. I quickly try to complain about her joke, but I almost **** in the process, and she just continues talking.

“I know that you will experience a lot in these 4 years, college can be pretty wild… trust me, I know… And I’m sure you will talk to a lot of girls, so you need to be ready for a serious relationship…” - mom says, now with her hand placed on top of mine, because it seems like she is trying to comfort me or something. I know she has the best intentions for me, and she is being very supportive, sweet, and her smile is just adorable, but I just can’t help but feel uncomfortable about this topic -- it’s something I haven’t thought much about, but I definitely don’t want to think about now with mom.

“Mom, I don’t want to talk about all of that… not now… Besides, I don’t think I’m going to date anyone soon, after all that happened with, you know…” - I reply uncomfortably, as things are already turning awkward. I’m trying not to mention a certain someone, who I’ve been trying to forget about for a month now, but mom just had to bring up this topic -- although she realizes this at least.

“I know honey… I understand if you don’t want to worry about that but I mean… You are really handsome, so a lot of girls are going to pay attention to you, and you need to treat them well...” - mom says, and her sweet tone forces me to blush. I have received tons of compliments from her before, but it always makes me nervous to be called handsome by such a pretty woman -- I don’t care if it’s my mom, if a hot woman calls me handsome I go crazy.

“You have always been a gentleman, so I’m sure you know what you are doing, but… You know, you need to stay safe…” - mom continues telling me, and she now grosses me out just by what she is implying. She somehow finds a way to talk about girls with me every time we talk, but this time it’s worse. I really don’t want mom’s advice for girls, not because it doesn’t help me, but because it’s weird to talk about this with my mother. I do think she is right, but that still doesn’t make it okay for me to talk about how I talk with girls.

“Mom! I don’t want you to talk about those things, it makes me uncomfortable… I know what I’m doing, I don’t have to discuss everything with you… I appreciate the concern, but I would like to ask you to please stop” - I exclaim in an irritated manner, but trying to stay polite, as I want mom to shut up, but not turn rude with her. I think I already know where she was going with this topic, so it’s a good time to put a stop to our conversation. But even when I express my disgust about talking about girls, she still seems to get offended, and there’s not anything I can do.

“I’m sorry, you know how I get sometimes, but you still need to learn about girls… Do you even know how to treat a woman right?” - mom insists, and I’m just too annoyed to say anything. She has me more confused than anything, so I don’t even know how to answer that question. I try to ask her about it, but I don’t think I even want to know.

“What do you mean by treating a woman right?” - I ask, but immediately regret making that question.

“Oh you know, you have to focus your attention on a girl’s vagina when you try to pleasure her, you should try gently rubbing or licking her clitoris for example, it’s a great way to-...” - Mom replies nonchalantly, but I interrupt her as soon as I can.

“WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT MOM?! WHY DO YOU DISCUSS THIS HERE?!!” - I shout, probably getting more attention from people around the ice cream store, but I rather see them seeing me screaming at my mother than her talking about how to pleasure a woman. She doesn’t seem to get it though, it seems like my yelling isn’t clear enough for her, and it becomes a bit frustrating.

“It’s okay, I know it’s inappropriate to talk about it here, but I really-...” - mom tries to argue calmly, but I interrupt her once again. I feel a bit of an asshole for yelling at my mother, but she deserves it for embarrassing me like this in public. Almost the entire mall turned around to look at me when I yelled, so I try calming down like her, and hope she finally gets the idea.

“No mom, I don’t want to discuss anything, I just don’t want you bringing up those topics ever again… Please, it’s really uncomfortable” - I request my mother, trying not to offend her so much, but still pretty much telling her to shut up. It seems that I get my point across, but she still doesn’t want to give up on her attempts to teach me about girls and sex -- something I’m sure she could teach me lots about, but I just don’t want to hear it from her.

“But…” - mom tries to talk again, but I won’t let her say anything -- even if it makes me feel bad, I don’t want her embarrassing me like this again.

“I know what I’m doing, okay?... And yes, I do know how to pleasure a girl before, I’ve actually given oral to a girl before and I have done many other things that you don’t even know about because I don’t like talking to you about it… You always get like that and I just don’t want to talk anything sex related with you!” - I continue with my rant, but my anger carries me away, and I end up confessing to things more embarrassing than hearing my mother talk about sex. My response clearly leaves her speechless, but she quickly turns a bit playful, and that’s when I realize I messed up real bad - Oh god I’m dumb… How do I do this to myself??

“Oh my… I didn’t know… I’m sorry, I understand now, and we don’t have to do this, but… How did she feel when you gave her oral?” - mom asks curiously, clearly trying to contain her laughter, and making me more nervous than ever. I can’t believe she faked an apology, only to then ask me something even more embarrassing than anything we talked about now. I do wonder why she is so eager to hear my response, but I don’t want to think about it - Maybe she loves it when she receives oral or something… I don’t fucking know, just stop this ****…

“MOOOOOM!!” - I shout again, but it only causes her to giggle, before finishing her ice cream. Thankfully, she does drop the topic after that, so I don’t have to go through more humiliation. I still won’t ever forget about the embarrassment I felt, and I can’t figure out why mom was persisting so much with this topic, but I don’t care right now - I’m free, finally I don’t have to talk about sex with mom again…

We both get to finish our ice creams, but I’m not able to relax just yet. Right as we start walking back to our safely stored bags, mom turns her attention to me again, and I fear she is going to say something weird.

“I do think you might need some motivation for your school year, like a headstart…” - mom begins saying, and instantly catches my curiosity, so I keep listening.

“... So I thought maybe you could choose something to buy for yourself… Anything you would like as a gift for choosing to study…” - mom says with a smile, but I get anxious as she takes something out of her purse. I don’t say anything, and just wait for her to pull out five 100 dollar bills from her wallet, and hands them to me.

“Really?” - I ask in surprise. Mom nods, but still smiles, so I know she is being honest. SO without a doubt, I take the 500 dollars from her hand, and I decide to show some gratitude. Her gaze follows me as I get closer, and I can tell she doesn’t know why I’m approaching her, and that’s the idea. I surprise her with a hug, but while she receives it nicely, I know this isn’t enough appreciation.

“Thank you so much mom, you are the greatest mother ever” - I whisper in her ear, and that seems to make her so happy that she returns a big, loving hug. She not only hugs me tightly, but she holds my head right on her gorgeous breasts, so I’m buried in her chest - Now this is the type of hug I was talking about. I’m able to enjoy this gesture of love for a long time, since mom holds me tight for like a minute, and I get to rub my face on her titties for a while.

“I love you so much, son…” - mom whispers back, with tears in her eyes, as she lets me go from her hug, and kisses me on the head. I feel like crying as well, but I just keep smiling at her, which seems to work.

“Now go buy something fun, make it worth it…” - mom follows up, and makes a gesture for me to go away. I chuckle at the endless possibilities I have with these 500 dollars in this mall, but I take my time to look around, and find the perfect store to use my money in. It doesn’t take me much to find exactly what I want though, so I quickly go buy what I’ve been looking for...