Have a Trial Run

“YOU WHAT?!!?” Thomas practically screamed.

“I fucked Dean Murray, and if you give me any type of backtalk about fucking the person who interviewed me for the position of fucking your classmates to pay your tuition it is not going to go well,” Mary replied calmly.

“I suppose you had to to get the position,” Thomas huffed.

“No, I wouldn’t have done it at all if it was a requirement for the job,” Mary said.

“Then why mom?” Thomas protested.

“Because Dean Murray seemed to be an interesting person and I wanted to,” Mary said.

“So was he any good?” Thomas asked.

“Not really, I don’t think I’d do it over again with him,” Mary said. “Then again I don’t think he’d be interested in sex again with me either, if I read his reaction correctly,” Mary mused.

“You seem to be so nonchalant about this, what about dad?” Thomas asked, still irked.

“You mean the guy who is fucking your class mate, what’s her name? What about him?”, Mary laughed.

“OK, OK, I get it. You’re an adult, you can do your own thing. I wish I could,” Thomas griped.

“You are and you can, you just need to find someone willing to do it with you,” Mary said, “and we are working on that.”

“Yeah, yeah, if you need me I’ll be in my room,” Thomas said as he stomped off.

“What that man needs is a blow job. Not by me,” Mary muttered to herself as she walked towards her studio.

She was still seething a bit when her cell phone rang, it was Jordan Perkins.

“Hi girl, I heard the good news,” Jordan said.

“Yeah, Dean Murray seemed impressed,” Mary sighed, “for 20 seconds or so anyway”.

“Seller’s remorse?” Jordan asked.

“No, I’m just a bit pissed off at my son. I told him I had sex with Dean Murray, and he threw a fit,” Mary explained.

“I didn’t get that with my two, but I have heard similar tales from other women, some kids just have trouble thinking of their mothers as sexual beings. Sort of makes you wonder if they really understand how they came about.”

“With mine I think it is more a matter of control. He doesn’t mind if I fuck so he can go to college, he minds if I do it for recreation. His dad was pretty controlling in that regard too.”

“What, your ex didn’t want you fucking other men?” Jordan giggled.

Mary laughed, “No, he didn’t like me even talking to them, heaven forbid touching.”

“Well, I have a suggestion. How about you send your brat my way tomorrow, and I’ll send you mine.”

“You mean to fuck them?”

“Yeah, a couple of things. One, these guys really want to get laid and college opening is still six weeks away, I don’t feel like listening to six weeks of whining. Two, these two will need to get used to the fact that their classmates will talk about fucking their mothers. Might as well start with them now, it will get them used to it. Three, you need to get the feel for fucking college students, you don’t want to do it for the first time in the program.”

Mary thought about it, what Jordan said made a lot of sense, and she did rather fancy fucking Rob as a training activity.

“OK, sounds good. I’’ll have Thomas deliver a piece of pottery to you tomorrow. Take it from there,” Mary said.

“I’ll give Rob money to pay for the pottery and ask him to bring it to you,” Jordan replied.

Mary got back to her pottery wheel much more relaxed. It felt good to have a plan to deal with Thomas’s issues, and she thought this one would work.