You can't go behind Mary's back

You pull your hand away and stand, "Mrs. Shelly,"

"Marie," she corrects you.

"Mrs. Shelly!" you insist. "I care about Mary, I don't know if I love her, heck, I'm 18! I'm not all that sure what true love is! But I know that if she were to find out..."

"There is no need for her to find out," She interrupts.

"But if she did, it would kill her in side! I can't risk doing that to her."

"You aren't just saying that be cause you think I'm too old, are you?"

"No, no, no," you wave off the notion. "I find you very attractive, but you are number one, married, and I was always told never drive another man's car, never take his last bear, and never ever fuck his wife. Number two, I'm involved with Mary, and even though I've been going without the whole time, I don't want to cheat on her. Number three, you are Mary's mother! What would it do to her to find out her mom had an affair with her boyfriend? So don't get me wrong; I find you so hot, I'll be having wet dreams about you for the next decade. But I just don't think this would be right."

Mrs. Shelly covers herself a little better with her robe, and assumes a more dignified posture. "I must say, for someone so young, that is a very mature attitude. As for my marriage, I already told you, my husband knows. As for Mary, I already told you this is for her benefit. As for the third, I can give you three options. First, that I test your skills, you then continue to date and eventually deflower Mary, and tell her nothing. what she doesn't know won't hurt her. Second, we do not test your skills, and I find someone else to take my daughter's virginity. After which point, you two may or may not continue your relationship, as the two of you so desire. Third... If you feel strongly enough about it, I could call Mary, tell her my plan, tell her of your refusal, and ask her what she wants."

You sit back down, letting it all sink in. You know you can't bring yourself to go behind Mary's back, but what of Mary went along with the whole idea? Or what if she thought her mom was a freak, and wanted nothing to do with her again? But at least she would know you didn't want to do something without her knowing. "This isn't some kind of a trick? You would call her and tell her everything?"

Marie nods. "I believe that honesty is the best policy. However, I also believe in not divulging information that is unneeded, unpleasant, or unkind. So do you want me to tell Mary?"

You think for another moment and then nod. "Yes, I want to know how she feels."

"Alright," She picks up the phone. "But first, let me ask you, what if she says she wants you to have sex with me?"

"Well..." You think a moment. "She's for it; your husband is for it; you're for it. I guess I'm out voted." You smile.

Marie dials Mary's cell phone number. "Mary? It's mom. Where are you, dear? ... Well, can you get to someplace kind of private fore a moment? ... Yes.... Yes.... Well, I have something to ask you, about John, and I think it would be best, if you were someplace where you wouldn't be disturbed.... Ok, that's fine dear... Yes, he's here now... Well, I will put it on speaker when I ask, so he can hear your answer.... You are? ... Ok." She hits the speakerphone button, and sets down the handset.

"You still there, Mom?" Mary's voice asks.

"Yes, Dear," she answers. "John is here too."

"Hi!" you say, not sure what else to do.

"So, Mom," Mary asks. "What's all this about? I need to get back to my friends at the food court."

"Well, you know how we have always told you to wait for someone special?" Marie begins. "You know, to be your first, I mean?"

After a moment Mary comes back with, "... Yeeees?..."

"Well, I was thinking maybe John here would be the one."

"I don't know, Mom," Mary, returns. "I mean, I like you John, but it has to be someone special for my first, you know. It just seems a bit soon."

"I know dear," Marie continues. "That was why I wanted to make sure that if he was your first, he would make the experience as beautiful for you as your father made it for me, even though he was not my first."

"I know, Mom," Mary replies. "But what is it you want me to do right now? If he's a good guy, which you seem to be, John, then when the moment is right, blah, blah, blah, etc. I mean, you can't prove he's a good lover. You just have to have the feeling, and..."

Marie cut in, "Well, I am calling you because I want to prove if he is or is not a good lover."

"...Huh?"

"Your father and I have discussed it at great length, and I was going to, 'test the equipment' so to speak."

"...Huh?"

You decide to be blunt. "You mother wants me to have sex with her."

"....WHAT!?!"

"BUT I SAID NO!" You quickly interject. "I couldn't do that to you! Not behind your back!"

"...Oh?" Mary sounds a bit skeptical.

Marie continues. "You see, I won't let him deflower you, until I have had a test drive. But he won't do that unless you are ok with the idea. So if you want him to see you again, ether John fucks me, or you wait until someone else deflowers you. What do you think?"